The Woman Next Door

(Ma/Fa, Consensual, Oral.)

I know young love is all about the girl next door. For me, it was the woman next door. I would watch for her to come home from work. Then, wait to see if she was going to come outside. If she was working in her flower garden or pulling out her lawnmower, I was there, volunteering my services.

My mother and father delighted in teasing me about my infatuation with Ms. Claire Conner, our twenty-seven-year-old, divorced next-door neighbor.

Claire Connor is a 5’ 7”, thin, brunette. Her hair is cut short to a length that falls just below her chin. It is parted on the left and swept to one side. She always wore shorts while working in her flower garden. When she was on her knees pulling weeds or trimming the plants, they would get tight around her ass and ride up just enough to tease me. On the rare occasions when she wore a blouse or jersey that revealed her bra-covered breasts when she leaned over, it always made me blush. I admit I masturbated thinking about what might be under those shorts and that frilly bra.

Ms. Connors moved next door when I was in my second year at Stanford. I first saw her when I was home on holiday. I thought she was the prettiest woman I had ever seen. When summer break came, it took me a month to get the courage up to speak to her and ask if she needed help with her chores. Her response was, “How much do you charge for your services?” I was not expecting that and stumbled all over my words as I told her, “I would never charge for helping you.”

I cringed as her smile told me she knew I had a crush on her. I helped her out with a few chores that required some additional muscle and made it through that summer without embarrassing myself too much.

It was the next summer break, and I had just turned twenty-two. I had been home for six weeks and will be starting my fourth year this coming fall. I felt much more comfortable around Ms. Connor. I wasn’t blushing every time she spoke to me.

It was a Friday afternoon when our doorbell rang. My mother answered the door. It was Ms. Conner.

“Is Bill home, Mrs. Burns?”

“Why yes, he is. Let me get him for you.”

I came downstairs when my mother called to me from the bottom of the stairs.

Claire looked anxious as she told my mother why she wanted to see me. “I have a family emergency and have to go away for a couple of weeks. Do you think Bill would mind watching the house and feeding my cat while I’m gone? This came up rather suddenly.”

“I’m sure he would be delighted to do it.” My mother assured her.

“I’m sorry about this. I didn’t know who else to ask on such short notice. I will certainly pay him.”

I walked up behind my mother, “Don’t worry, Ms. Conner. Just like my mother said, I will be happy to help you out, and you don’t need to pay me. How much trouble can feeding Buddy be?”

“Can you come over now? I will show you where everything is and give you a key. I really need to leave right away.”

I could see she was upset, and this was a real emergency for her. But, like my mother, I was not going to pry. “Of course. Anything I can do to help?”

“Taking care of Buddy and watching the house will be a big load off my mind. Thank you so much for doing this.”

I moved toward the door. “Okay, let’s go and get you on your way.”

Claire thanked my mom and turned away. I followed her down the walk and next door to her house. Claire showed me where she keeps the cat food and cat litter. I said hello to Buddy as he rubbed up against my leg.

“Here’s a key to the back door. It will be easier for you to come in that way. I can’t thank you enough.”

“Hey, no problem.”

“Thanks again, Bill. I really need to get going.”

There were two suitcases packed and sitting by the front door. I picked them up and carried them out to Claire’s car. I put them in the trunk and stood in the driveway, watching her drive off.

I mowed the lawn at the end of the first week she was away. I even pulled some weeds. Taking care of Buddy was no problem at all. Outside of taking in the mail and newspaper, there wasn’t much else for me to do. Buddy was eleven and was only interested in three things: being petted, eating, and sleeping. I know it was wrong, but in the second week, I went up to her bedroom and snooped. I opened her drawers and found her panties and bras. I didn’t dare move or touch anything, thinking she might notice and would know it was me. I checked her closet and didn’t see anything of great interest. I opened the drawer on her nightstand and was surprised to see a life-like silicone dildo, condoms and a tube of KY Gel. I shut the drawer and went back downstairs. Buddy was done with his dinner. I cleaned the cat box, washed his dish, checked that Buddy had water before I locked up and went home.

That night, when I went to bed, I had some wonderful fantasies of Claire Conner and her dildo.

It was Saturday night, and the end of my second week of house sitting. I was feeding Buddy his dinner when the front door opened. Claire came in and set her suitcases by the door.