Chapter 3

I woke up the next morning with a serious case of post orgasm clarity. I was naked from the waist down under my soft sheets. My thighs were all sticky with my dry girl juices. I felt so dirty and ashamed. Helping Mr Edwards wasn’t supposed to be sexual, but I couldn’t stop my teenage hormones from making it sexual.

Last night, after my second orgasm, I removed my wet panties and used them to wipe my sticky kitty. I thought I was done masturbating to what happened with Mr Edwards and me, but my vagina kept crying out for more. So I rubbed my clitty again and again, and soaked my bedsheets before eventually crashing out.

My room had a distinct smell this morning. I knew I had to throw my sheets in the wash before I went to school. I didn’t want any reminders of how I acted. I needed to control my urges better. It was already weird enough that I gave a handjob to Mr Edwards last night, but it would be even weirder if I started to enjoy it. It wasn’t supposed to be like that. I was just doing it to help him since he couldn’t help himself.

When I left the house for school, Mr Edwards was outside talking to my mother. They were both smiling and laughing. I should have been happy to see it, but after last night, I was slightly worried about what had them chuckling. I shouldn’t have worried. There was no way in hell Mr Edwards would share what I did to anyone. He had more to lose than I if people found out.

I walked up to them shyly and made sure I had a smile on my face, as I usually do,” Good morning, Mr Edwards,” I said in my most friendly voice.

“Good morning, Lisa. I was just telling your mum what a great job you’re doing,” he informed.

He looked really chuffed this morning, full of confidence, like I hadn’t seen before. It changed my awkward mood instantly into a happy one. I couldn’t help thinking I had a small part to play, or maybe a large part. Either way, I liked it much better when Mr Edwards was happy, and this week he wasn’t in the best of moods.

“She’s a good girl. Have a good day at school, hun. Enjoy your free time, Mr Edwards,” My mum kissed me on the forehead before she went back inside the house.

I don’t know if I was overthinking things, but the way Mr Edwards was looking at me today was much different than before I jerked him off. I didn’t know how to describe it, but it felt different. I kind of liked the change. It made me blush as he smiled and eyed me up.

“Are you okay with what happened last night?” Mr Edwards whispered discreetly.

I beamed at him and cutely nodded my little head. “ I’m happy if you’re happy, Mr Edwards.

His smile grew extra wide.” I’m very happy, Lisa. How could I not be? It’s not every day you get a pretty girl to wank you off,” he chuckled with a cheeky wink.

I had to cover my mouth and giggle at his naughty statement. It actually felt exciting to have this little secret between the two of us. My neighbors, my parents, and even my friends would never suspect I would have done such a thing with a 67-year-old man.

“Well, don’t expect it every day,” I told him with playful sass.

“I definitely won’t, and I’ll understand if it doesn’t happen again,” he coyly said.

“I said I’d help you until your hand feels better, and I meant it,” I immediately replied.

That put a smile back on his face quickly,” You’re an angel, Lisa Martin. Now run off to school, or else I might need you to help me again right now,” Mr Edwards laughed.

I giggled and gave him a flirtatious smirk. I didn’t mean to be flirtatious. It just came out. Probably the wrong sign to give an older man, or any man, to be fair. I should stop. I knew how this could be interpreted, but I made it worse by leaning in to kiss him on the cheek before I walked away with extra sway in my hips, hoping Mr Edwards would be admiring my tushy. A hundred metres down the path, I scolded myself for acting like a hussy.

School helped push aside my indecent thoughts. I was back to being a normal schoolgirl, and not one who kept thinking about an old man’s penis. It was a good sign that I hadn’t lost myself in sinful thoughts. Maybe I could keep helping out Mr Edwards and not be consumed in lust. Hopefully, I could, because I really wanted to keep him happy.

I didn’t see Mr Edwards when I got home from school or when I left for work. I debated whether or not to knock on his door to see how he was doing, but I thought it might be best to just wait until Saturday. Keeping things normal between us was a good idea. I didn’t want anything to change from where they were before last night happened. I’m sure Mr Edwards would prefer that as well.

This Saturday started like all the previous Saturdays. I greeted Mr Edwards with a warm smile and got stuck into cleaning his house from top to bottom. Room to room. Mr Edwards read the paper outback, leaving me to my work. Occasionally, he did check in on me, but he quickly left to do something else in his office or outside. It really was like business as usual between us. I was happy there were no awkward tensions.

I finished cleaning just after 11 am, and asked Mr Edwards if he wanted me to make him lunch. He accepted the offer with a pleasant smile and asked me to join him. I wasn’t doing anything until later that evening, so I agreed.

I whipped up a couple of sandwiches and served them with chips. We decided to eat outside since it was a beautiful sunny day. Not too hot like it had been the previous Saturdays.

“Nice weather today. It’s a shame, though,” Mr Edwards smirked as we ate our food.

I was confused as to why he thought it was a shame to have such pleasant weather, “Why’s that? I curiously asked.

He laughed,” I probably shouldn’t tell you, Lisa,” Mr Edwards coyly replied before eating a chip.

I smiled. My curiosity grew further,” Just tell me. Would you prefer it if it were over 40 degrees again, like last week?” I queried.

Mr Edward’s smirk returned,” I would if it meant I got to see you in a little swimsuit again,” he confessed, playfully.

“Oh!” I blushed instantly as I heard his cheeky confession. I should have felt weirded out, but oddly enough, it made me giddy. I knew Mr Edwards. He liked to kid around. “ Which one did you like the most?” I flirtatiously asked with spontaneity.

I looked away from him the moment the words left my mouth. He’s 67 years old, and I’m barely 18. I shouldn’t be asking questions like, “Which bikini did you like best on my young, tight body?” God, I’m dumb.

Mr Edwards chuckled when he saw my embarrassed look. “I like the red one the most. You saw firsthand how much,” he told me mischievously.

I looked up and saw the menacing smile on his face. He wasn’t embarrassed talking about this at all, like he would have been prior. There definitely was a change between us, at least on his end. I, on the other hand, was still hesitant to joke around like this. I knew it was inappropriate, even if I secretly enjoyed it.

“We shouldn’t be talking like this, Mr Edwards,” I stated shyly. Showing modesty seemed like the right thing to do.

He chuckled softly,” I know, Lisa. I’m sorry. I’m just getting very comfortable around you, especially after Thursday night. I’ll stop,” he frowned.

I felt bad for saying what I said. To be honest, I liked joking around with Mr Edwards. I just didn’t want to send him the wrong signals, but I probably already did. I couldn’t help myself. I was acting like a tart and just didn’t realize how much of an effect it had on him.

“No. I’m sorry for being a kid. It’s just fun, adult talk. I’m just worried about sending you mixed signals,” I honestly confessed.

Mr Edwards nodded and gave me an understanding expression. We awkwardly glanced at each other for a minute before he broke the ice,” You’re a good girl, Lisa. I’m sorry for making you do things you aren’t comfortable with. You’re clearly not ready, and I pushed you into it.”

Mr Edward’s mood turned somber. I felt so bad. I was flip-flopping all over the place, sending him mixed signals. He was right, I clearly wasn’t mature enough to offer him sexual relief without any emotional baggage. One day, I felt good about it, and the next day, I would be ashamed. I was just a dumb teenager after all.

“Maybe we should just end this arrangement now. I can’t trust myself having you around the house. That’s clear to see. I’m really sorry, Lisa,” Mr Edwards quietly said.

Ugh! Why did I have to open my big mouth? Things were going great. “ I’m really sorry, Mr Edwards. I’ll try to be less uptight. I promise,” I genuinely replied.

Mr Edwards smiled,” I’ll try to be less of an old pervert,” he chuckled.

“You’re not a pervert. Don’t say that. You’re just a normal man with needs,” I quickly told him.

“Maybe. But I shouldn’t be lusting over a girl your age, Lisa. I just don’t have anyone else,” he sighs.

“Well, you have me. And I promise I’ll help you as much as I can. I’ll do my best not to be awkward about it either,” I confidently said.

“You said that last time. Are you sure?” he smirked.

“I’m sure. I’m 18 now, and I need to stop acting like a kid when it comes to sexual stuff. I guess I can practice with you since I trust you, Mr Edwards,” I beamed.

Mr Edwards raised a questioning eyebrow. I couldn’t blame him for second-guessing me. I started to second-guess myself as soon as I said all that stuff. My statement could have been interpreted in so many ways. I thought I just wanted to be more comfortable with flirting, naughty jokes, ect, but maybe I did want to do more. I was so confused. My teenage hormones were running wild.

“It’s okay, Lisa. Let’s take things day by day. No need to rush,” Mr Edwards smiled warmly. “ This steak sandwich is amazing, by the way,” he smiled.

“Thank you,” I coyly responded.

I appreciated his kindness and patience. It made me feel bad that I was sending him so many mixed signals. I just couldn’t help it. I was inexperienced and scared of doing the wrong thing. It did feel right to help out Mr Edwards with his sexual needs, but wrong at the same time. I couldn’t talk to anyone about my troubles. Most wouldn’t understand. They would assume Mr Edwards was just a pervy old man, like my older sister, Carrie did.