Chapter 2

Sunday at church, I sat nervously in the confession booth. My hands are under my bum. I was shaking with nerves so much that I had to sit on them. My legs were also trembling nervously. I had second thoughts about making this confession, but I knew I had to for the good of my soul.

As always, the priest welcomed me with a blessing before asking if I had anything to confess. It had been a long time since I had confessed to doing anything sexual with a boy. I remember the first time I confessed to giving my ex-boyfriend Tom a handjob. It is similar to how I was feeling now, maybe a little more nervous since Mr Edwards is 67.

It was understandable to experiment sexually with a boy your age as a teen, but doing so with a much older man was even more taboo. I took a long, deep breath and unburdened my sins.

I confessed that I unintentionally teased a man with my youthful body for weeks, and after another long pause, I finally confessed that I watched him masturbate and enjoyed it. I was so embarrassed, but it felt good to confess. The weight I had been carrying around since yesterday was lifted off my shoulders. I smiled when leaving the booth. I knew I had done the right thing.

Back at home, I changed for work and headed out the door. I hadn’t seen Mr Edwards today. We usually said hello to each other in the morning when I went out for a morning run, and he was out front watering his garden. He wasn’t out front this morning. I thought maybe he was embarrassed about what he did yesterday. I understood. I felt the same way.

As I left for work, Mr Edwards was pulling up into his driveway. Work was in the other direction, but I thought I should take a bit of time to say hello. I didn’t want him to feel awkward or guilty about what transpired yesterday by his pool.

“Hey, Mr Edwards. How’s your Sunday going?” I chirped into his open car window.

My Edwards was looking through his glove box for something when I interrupted him. He jumped in surprise,” God! Hi, Lisa. You scared me,” he laughed.

“I’m so sorry. I just wanted to check up on you,” I beamed.

“I’m great. Really good after yesterday,” he confidently winked at me.

I blushed, knowing what he was referring to, which made him feel this way. “ That’s great news. I don’t want you feeling guilty about what happened. I was glad to help,” I continued to smile.

I still felt a tad uneasy about what we did, but I’m sure god would understand I did it to help out a lonely old man. It wasn’t for selfish reasons or anything else, and Mr Edwards looked really happy today. It made my guilt go away instantly. I felt pride swelling in my small chest.

“So off to work, then?” he grinned, looking me up and down.

I wasn’t in anything special, just black leggings and my green Subway T-shirt. My long hair is tied back into a ponytail. I had my visor cap in my hand. I was confident I wasn’t in anything that would be considered inappropriate. I was more aware of my fashion after what he confessed about it yesterday.

“How did you guess?” I giggled.

“Just my many ... many years of wisdom,” he wisecracked.

“You’re not that old,” I smiled. I thought that comment would further add to his good mood, and it did.

“I’m not doing anything right now. Would you like a ride to work? I’m already in my car,” He kindly offered.

Work was a short 15-minute walk from home, but I took his offer happily. I wanted to make 100 percent sure that he knew I wouldn’t act any differently towards him after watching the old man masturbate yesterday.

Mr Edwards jumped out of his car as soon as I agreed. He walked around and opened the passenger door for me like a real gentleman. I blushed and thanked him for his chivalry.

“Lisa ... I’m still very sorry about what I asked you for yesterday. I should do better at controlling my male urges. It happened once. Let’s not do it again, okay?” he stated in a serious tone after we hit the road.

I should have been totally happy with what he said, but a small part of me felt disappointed. “ It happened because of me. I should have been more careful with what I wear around you. I know people say you should wear what you want, but there are limits,” I replied in a somber tone.

“You’re a sweet girl for feeling that way, but it was my fault and my fault alone. You would think a man almost 70 would be able to curb his male desires,” Mr Edwards chuckled.

“Okay, but you have to let me take a little of the blame, at least,” I warmly smiled.

“I won’t let you take on one shred of the blame, young lady. That’s final!” he said with a serious tone before grinning at me.

Mr Edwards was such a kind soul. I don’t think even my mother would have let me off the hook with zero blame. “ Lisa Martin, what did you expect would happen when you wore tiny bikinis around a sexually frustrated old man?” she would probably ask. I would have no arguments with her question.

Talking with Mr Edwards about what happened made me feel much better. A lot better than confession, to be honest. I thanked him for the ride and skipped off to work in a great mood.

Monday came and went with no drama. I cooked with Mr Edwards a lasagna while we casually chatted about school and his work. Nothing about what happened on Saturday was mentioned. It was like it never happened.

There was a football game on tonight, but Mr Edwards said he was having a friend over to watch it with him. I was happy to hear it, but I wouldn’t have minded watching the game with him, also.

I went back home to finish my homework. My room is situated by the fence that separates my house from Mr Edwards. I could hear shouts coming from over the fence as I wrote my English paper. It sounded like Mr Edwards and his friend were annoyed about how the game was going. I smiled, happy he had company that wasn’t me for once.

Thursday afternoon, I went over to cook him dinner and tidy up a little. Mr Edwards informed me that his work friend enjoyed my lasagna tremendously. The good news made me smile. He then joked that he should have watched the game with me on Monday instead, since I was the team’s good luck charm. I giggled and told him I could when they played next. He told me it would be on a Sunday, during the daytime. That sucked, I had to work then. Oh, well, maybe next week.

Mr Edwards asked if I could make him my special shepherd’s pie tonight. I was happy too, I even made a bigger portion so he could share it with his work friends.

“I can’t share your cooking with them all the time, Lisa. They might offer you more money to cook for them instead,” he teased.

“I’m making more than enough thanks to you, Mr Edwards,” I beamed. Plus, housekeeping for you isn’t just all about the money. I enjoy spending time with you,” I added happily.

He gave me an appreciative grin,” You’re a sweet girl. The boys must be fighting each other for your attention,” he praised. “ I would be if I were your age,” he snickered.

I grinned and shrugged my shoulders,” Most of the boys at school know I won’t do anything with them, if you know what I mean. So they chase after girls that will,” I looked down sadly.

“Idiots. Sex is just sex. You can offer a lot more than just your body. I’d happily wait and be patient with a girl like you,” Mr Edwards sweetly said.

“I’m ready, I just haven’t found the right guy yet,” I confessed shyly.

Mr Edwards gave me a long, thoughtful stare. I think my last comment threw him off guard a little. He then smiled,” Well, when you do find him, he’ll be one lucky boy,” he cheerfully expressed.

“Boy or man or older man.” I instantly regretted what I said. The joke just slipped out of my mouth. I knew it might have sounded like I was teasing the old man again. Luckily, Mr Edwards laughed it off and relieved my stress.

“You have a little bit of cheekiness in you, huh, Lisa? I like that,” Mr Edwards smirked.

“I’m sorry. I guess I’m just getting very comfortable around you now,” I said with coy eyes.

“That’s good. I thought maybe it would go the other way since I forced you to watch me masturbate,” he smiled.

I quickly put on my serious face,” You didn’t force me to do anything. Don’t say that. I was more than willing to help you that day,” I confidently voiced.

He looked as if he regretted what he said. It was probably just a joke, but he saw the seriousness in my expression. “ I’m sorry I said that, bad joke. You’re an angel, Lisa,” he smiled.

“It’s okay, but no more feeling guilty, alright?” I told him bluntly.

“Okay,” Mr Edwards grinned.

I returned his grin and went back to chopping veggies. We changed the subject to what kind of car I wanted. I told him I really wanted a Suzuki Jimny, but it was hard to find a good one within my budget range. Mr Edwards said he would have a chat with his friend, who owned a used car dealership, and see what he could do. I didn’t think he could be of much help, but I was still hopeful. I thanked Mr Edwards for his consideration. It was thoughtful of him.

This Saturday was less eventful than the last. It was very hot again, but I thought it would be best not to take a swim after I finished cleaning. Mr Edwards joked that he looked forward to seeing what kind of bikini I might wear. I frowned playfully and joked back that I might not wear one if he didn’t stop being cheeky. He laughed and said he wouldn’t mind that at all. I know he was only having a laugh, but I knew a part of him would have loved that. A little part of me would, too. I scolded myself for thinking such bad thoughts. I guess I needed to confess that tomorrow at church.

The next week went by like normal. It was like the pool incident never happened. I did go for a swim after cleaning on Saturday. I made sure to wear my modest bikini this time, and not one that left my ass barely covered. Mum even decided to come for a swim, then dad joined when he heard us girls laughing from over the fence. It was a good afternoon of fun. Mr Edwards seemed like he enjoyed the extra company as well. I was so happy.

On Monday, I went over to Mr Edwards’ place to cook dinner like I usually did. His right hand was all bandaged up. He was in a grumpy mood from something that had happened at work, but he tried his best to put on a smile for my sake. I caught glimpses of him when he didn’t know I was looking, and his face couldn’t hide his annoyance.

“So what happened to your hand?” I curiously asked.

“I just cut my palm on an old railing. The boss says I need to take the week off. Let it heal properly,” he mumbled. He clearly wasn’t happy about the forced time off.

“Better to be safe than sorry. Most people would be on cloud nine to have a paid holiday,” I grinned, trying to cheer him up.

Mr Edwards still looked upset, but he let out a little smile,” What am I supposed to do at home alone?” he playfully argued.

“I don’t know. Just don’t clean or cook. I don’t want to be out of a job,” I giggled.

“I couldn’t cook to save my life. Your job is safe, darling,” he smirked.

“It’s just for the week, you’ll survive,” I cheekily said.

He mumbled something else under his breath. I couldn’t quite catch it, but his mood did seem to improve with our little talk. I went back to preparing his dinner, and Mr Edwards walked off to the lounge room to watch the news.

When I was done with the spaghetti bolognese, I brought it over to him with an ice-cold beer. The smell of my cooking really switched his mood.

“Could you be a darling and move the coffee table closer to the couch. It’s hard for me to hold a warm plate and eat with this cut hand,” he asked with a somber tone.

I smiled warmly,” No worries. I should have known. I’m sorry,” I voiced.

“It’s fine, Lisa,” he smiled.

I leaned over and placed the food on the coffee table before dragging it closer to the couch. It was a pretty heavy table, so it dug into the thick rug, which made it harder to move. I had to use both hands to lift it a little to get it closer.

“You okay, doll? Want some help?” Mr Edwards awkwardly offered.

“I’m okay, just a little more,” I huffed, pulling back harder.

The back of my heels hit Mr Edwards’ feet as I released my grip on the coffee table. It caused me to trip and fall back into his lap. I fell on something rigid and stiff. I instantly felt it on my soft tushy. I was wearing a denim skirt and a white cotton thong, along with my school uniform shirt. My almost naked ass cheeks were on his lap.

“Oh, fudge! I’m so sorry,” I squealed in alarm and scurried off his lap in a hurry.

I turned around to see if he was okay after I clumsily fell on him. Mr Edwards had a couch cushion over his crotch. He awkwardly smiled,” It’s okay, Lisa. Accidents happen,” he graciously said to calm me down.

“I’m so ditzy. You’re already hurt. I would cry if I added to your injury,” I frowned. “ Are you sure I didn’t hurt your leg or something? Is that why you’re hiding it with a cushion?” I asked with concern.

Mr Edwards’s face turned a shade of red when I asked him about the cushion covering his crotch. He was definitely hiding something and didn’t want to tell me. Ugh, I felt so bad I might have hurt him. I leaned over and yanked the cushion away. Mr Edwards tried to stop me, but I was too quick.

“Oh! I’m sorry,” I gasped when I saw his erection tenting his brown pants.

Mr Edwards covered it with his hands and looked distraught,” No ... I’m sorry, Lisa. It’s just when you were moving the table ... you were bent over quite a bit ... and your skirt is a little short ... I could see your panties,” he stuttered in explanation.

Wow, I really am an idiot. I didn’t even think that I would be exposing my panty-clad arse to Mr Edwards when I bent over. So much for not wearing anything that would tease the poor, old man. I sighed as I stood in front of him, my eyes peering down at his hands, desperately trying to hide the massive erection I had just seen.

“I’m really, really sorry. I didn’t mean to tease you. I’m such a dumb blonde,” I lowered my head in shame.

“Don’t worry about it, Lisa. I know it wasn’t done on purpose. This thing just has a mind of its own sometimes,” Mr Edwards said, referring to his penis. He let out a small chuckle to soften the mood in the room.

“It won’t happen again. I promise. I’ll be more careful next time,” I seriously voiced.

“Please do. I’m going to have a hard time around you this week if you keep flashing me your panties, Lisa. In more ways than one,” he laughed.

“Why’s that?” What he said intrigued me for some reason. So I had to ask.

“I just mean with my hand the way it is. I won’t be about to take care of my male needs,” he sadly explained. “ So try not to wear short skirts for my sake,” he winked playfully.