Chapter 4

Sitting through church with memories of what had happened with Mr Edwards yesterday had me on edge. Anxious feelings flowed through my body as I listened to the priest give his sermon. I was dressed conservatively in a simple baby-blue round-neck midi dress that oozed good-girl vibes, but I didn’t feel like a good girl at all.

In the final 5 minutes, the priest passionately expressed the importance of loving and caring for your neighbors. Help your community and those in need, he urged. Sacrifice your time and bring happiness to those around you. I immediately smiled. That’s exactly my reason for doing what I did for Mr Edwards. Maybe it was a sign from above that I was doing the right thing? I hoped it was. I probably didn’t even have to confess what I did yesterday. Was it really a sin to help someone in need? The lines were long anyway for confession. I can do it during the week if needed.

My parents and I arrived home from church shortly after 10.30 am. Mr Edwards was outside talking to a man I didn’t know. He wasn’t from the neighborhood, but they seemed friendly with each other. They were laughing and smiling while inspecting a classic-looking red car in his driveway. Presumably, it was the stranger’s car.

My Dad seemed interested in the vehicle. He walked over to have a closer look with me, taddling along behind him nervously. Mum went inside after waving a polite hello to Mr Edwards and his friend.

“I haven’t seen a Holden Monara GTS since I was a kid. It’s just as gorgeous as I remember.” My Dad fawned over the car with childlike wonder.

“She’s a beauty for sure. Not worth my retirement fund, though,” Mr Edwards chuckled.

“No regrets at all, mate,” Mr Edwards’ friend quickly replied. He looked to be of a similar age to Mr Edwards, maybe a little younger. His hair was still dark and had decent volume, but maybe he dyed it as some older men do.

“Hello. I don’t know much about cars, but it looks nice,” I voiced shyly.

“Sorry, all, this is Ken Taylor,” a workmate. “ Ken, that’s Steven, my neighbor, and his lovely daughter, Lisa. The one I mentioned who cooks and cleans for me. She’s Carrie’s sister,” Mr Edwards informed.

Mr Taylor smiled and gave me a lingering glare. His smile then turned to a knowing grin as his dark eyes looked me up and down. His stare kind of made me uncomfortable, but I kept a friendly smile on my face so as not to be rude.

“Nice to meet you both. I met Carrie a couple of times when she was housekeeping for John. Nice girl,” he remarked with a slight smirk.

“Stevens’ lucky to have such wonderful girls,” Mr Edwards praised. “ Lisa has been a huge help to me lately,” he added.

I smiled shyly and focused my attention on Mr Edwards. He looked at me with a knowing grin. I blushed because I knew exactly what he meant by ‘huge help ‘. He wasn’t referring to my cleaning or cooking. I brought my hands together to my chest and interlocked my fingers tightly. I was so nervous thinking about what we had done. Having my Dad and Mr Taylor right there as we read each other’s minds gave me another bout of anxiety.

“Some might say it’s stressful to have such beautiful daughters,” Mr Taylor chuckled.

“You’re not wrong there, Ken. Carrie’s living across the country now, and Lisa just turned 18. But they are good girls. Especially Lisa,” my Dad proudly said.

“Carrie was wonderful when we met. I’m sure Lisa isn’t much different from her older sister. I’ll have to find out one of these days,” Mr Taylor smirked. “ John’s said good things so far,” he told my Dad before glancing my way again.

I got a weird feeling about the way Mr Taylor was looking at me, but my experience over the last two months with Mr Edwards probably had a lot to do with it. I was more aware of the effect I had on men. I guess it was only natural for Mr Taylor to see my attractiveness and appreciate it. I should see it as a compliment and not assume he was a pervert, like my sister Carrie said about Mr Edwards.

“She’s a good kid. Always helping out others,” My Dad smiled.

“John here is lucky to have such caring neighbors. I might sell up and move into the neighborhood if a house becomes available,” Mr Taylor jokes.

“You couldn’t afford it now since you got this car,” Mr Edwards pointed out with a snicker. “ How did you get Lucy to agree?” he curiously asked.

Mr Taylor laughed and scratched his head. ‘ I haven’t told the Mrs yet. Wish me luck,” he mused.

“Don’t expect a place to stay if she kicks you out,” Mr Edwards chuckles.

I needed to get changed and ready for work in an hour, so I excused myself politely from the gentlemen who were using words I didn’t understand when talking about the car. Mechanical jargon that flew right over my head. I felt so out of place.

“Nice to meet you, Mr Taylor. Bye, Mr Edwards,” I chirped before strolling back to my house. I did notice Mr Taylor giving me another curious glance. I smiled at him politely before he went back to chatting with my Dad and Mr Edwards about the car.

Mum was in the kitchen making lunch for Dad when I walked inside,” Want some lunch before you head to work, hun?” she asked.

“No, I’m not hungry,” I replied.

“Is your dad still out there drooling over the car?” Mum giggled.

“Yeah. I’m gonna have a shower and get ready for work.”

I left my room just after 11.30 am. Mum and Dad were having lunch in the kitchen. Mr Edwards and Mr Taylor were also with them, to my surprise. They were still chatting about the car, but their attention quickly shot over to me when I walked into the room. Mum rolled her eyes and looked annoyed at Dad when he jokingly asked if he could buy something similar. Everyone had a good laugh when she shut down the idea immediately.

“I’m off to work. Hopefully, soon I’ll have my own car as nice as yours, Mr Taylor,” I interjected.

“We were just finishing up with lunch. Would you like a lift to work, young lady? I promised your dad we could go for a spin around the block before I head home,” Mr Taylor kindly offered.

“We have that thing in a bit, hun.” My Mum coughed at Dad. She gave him a sweet smile and touched his thigh suggestively.

“Guess I don’t have a choice. Some other time, maybe,” My Dad awkwardly laughed.

“Looks like it’s just us then. Let’s get going if you’re in a hurry, Lisa,’ Mr Edwards smiled.

“Sure, that’ll be great,” I chirped happily.

Mr Edwards and Mr Taylor thanked Mum for lunch before we all left the house. As we were walking to his car, Mr Taylor pointed out that my left shoelace had come undone. No clue how that happened. I knelt to re-tie them so I wouldn’t trip over the laces accidentally.

I could hear the older men whispering something to each other from behind my shoulder. I curiously looked back and smiled,” Sorry, I’ll be done in a sec,” I voiced while still kneeling in front of them.

“Take your time to do them up properly. We wouldn’t want you having an accident, sweety,” Mr Taylor snickered.

Mr Edwards nudged him with his elbow to the side. He shook his head at Mr Taylor, and the men chuckled together.

I could hear them still whispering to each other while I finished with my laces. They were probably still chatting about the car, I presumed. “Men and cars,” I giggled in my head.

“All done. I can walk if you need to get home. Work isn’t very far from here,” I said politely after straightening up.

“It’s no bother, Darling. We were going for a quick drive anyway, remember?” Mr Taylor replied with a grin.

“Okay. If you’re sure,” I beamed.

“Very sure. I like your pants, by the way. What do you call those things? I might get Mrs Taylor a pair,” Mr Taylor joked.

Mr Edwards elbowed him playfully again. He looked a little annoyed at his friend, but it was probably nothing to be concerned about. He most likely just wanted to test-drive the car very badly, and Mr Talyor’s didn’t seem to be in a rush.

“I doubt a 60-year-old woman would want to wear what young girls wear,” Mr Edwards scoffed.

Mr Taylor nodded in agreement,” Guess you’re right, mate. She doesn’t have the figure to make them look as good as you do, Lisa,” he complimented.

“Thank you,” I shyly said. “They are nothing special, just three-quarter, black tights. Really comfy for work,” I explained.

“Something that tight doesn’t look comfortable to me, but I wouldn’t know anything about women’s fashion,” Mr Taylor smirked.

“They are really comfy. It’s the material. They make tights for men as well,” I told him while touching the smooth material on my thighs.

“There you go, buddy. Maybe you should get a pair,” Mr Edwards chuckled.

“I don’t think anyone would appreciate seeing my arse in a pair of tights as they would with yours, Lisa.” Mr Taylor winked playfully at me.

His comment did feel awkward. I know he didn’t mean any harm, but hearing a strange older man talking about my butt was weird. I felt the same way with Edwards at the beginning. Just to a lesser extent, since I knew him for years prior.

“Stop teasing the poor girl. Let’s get going, or she’ll be late for work,” Mr Edwards snickered.

“Sorry, young lady,” Mr Taylor offered while also snickering.

“It’s okay. I don’t mind some teasing. I’m getting used to it thanks to Mr Edwards,” I giggled along.

“He does have a good sense of humour,” the older man replied.

Mr Taylor gave Mr Edwards the keys to the car. He looked really overjoyed to be able to drive it. It wasn’t the most comfortable car. The seats weren’t very soft on my tushy, and the engine was so loud in my ears. I guess men have different tastes from women.

The drive was quick, a short 3 minutes. I thanked Mr Taylor again for the ride and waved goodbye as they zoomed off with many curious onlookers. Mostly, other guys who admired the vintage car as my Dad had.

Work was busy that afternoon. We had so many orders and customers popping in. By the time we were done closing up, my hands were sore, and my feet were aching. I was planning on working on my English essay when I got home, but I was so tired. I just wanted to shower and jump into bed to watch a movie before sleeping.

Just as I was opening my front door, Mr Edwards called out to me from his porch. I was tired, but I smiled instantly and turned towards him,” Hey, Mr Edwards. How was the joy ride?” I grinned. I then made my way over to him.

“It was fun, but Ken isn’t having fun right now explaining to his wife that he bought a new car without her knowledge,” Mr Edwards laughed.

“I’m sure she will understand in time.” I sweetly smiled.

“Hopefully. She’s a good woman,” he voiced. “ Are you doing anything tonight?” Mr Edwards then coyly asked.

“No, I’m very tired from work. I’m just going to relax in bed until I fall asleep. It probably won’t be long until I’m in dreamland,” I giggled.

“Oh, alright. I was going to see if you had some spare time, but if you’re tired, it can wait,” he awkwardly smiled.

I sensed he had something on his mind. A worried look took over my friendly smile. “ Is something wrong?” I asked.

Mr Edwards scratched his head nervously. He showed hesitation and discomfort. His body language made me even more concerned.

“Just tell me. Do you need my help with something?” I urged with the help of my blue eyes.

“I do ... with the little fella,” he embarrassingly confessed. His head gestured downwards toward his crotch.

I looked confused for a moment. Mr Edwards saw my baffled expression and reached down to adjust his bulge. The light bulb finally went off in my dumb blonde head. He was referring to his penis. It wasn’t a little fella by any means.

“Oh! Okay. I’m dumb,” I giggled nervously.

Mr Edwards let out a nervous chuckle as well. It was just getting dark, and there was no one around, but he kept looking about in fear. I could understand why he was nervous now and a little shaky. Asking a young girl for a sexual favor must still be difficult, even though we had discussed it previously.

“If you’re really tired. It can wait. You only just helped me yesterday. I don’t know why I’m even asking so soon,” he shamefully expressed.

I was really tired, but I couldn’t ignore his need. It wouldn’t take too much of my time anyway. A quick 10 minutes. I did tell him to ask me whenever he needed my help without fear, and saying no after I promised wouldn’t set a good precedent.

“It’s okay. I’m happy to lend a hand.” I smiled.

“Very funny, Lisa,” he smirked.

I was puzzled, but then I understood the accidental pun I had made. To be fair, it was funny. “ I should say happy to lend both my hands,” I giggled.

“Maybe,” Mr Edwards snickered.

“Are you going to invite me in? Or should I help you out right here? I mused after a brief silence.

“Inside would be best,” he coughed.

I was actually surprised by my nonchalant attitude. I felt a lot more at ease with what we were about to do this time around. Mr Edwards quickly loosened up as well, thanks to my lack of shyness.

I debated whether this feeling was a good thing or not. I didn’t want to be one of those girls who thought it was normal to wank a guy off. Especially not a 67-year-old man, but I wanted Mr Edwards not to hesitate in the future. So maybe it was in these circumstances.

“My room okay?” he asked after we entered his house.

“Of course. Wherever you want,” I sweetly replied.

Like yesterday, Mr Edwards turned away from me and stripped off his pants and underwear. He left his polo shirt on as well. It was cute that he still showed modesty. It made me feel safer. He then lay back on his bed with a pillow underneath his head.

I had a sports bra on underneath my work shirt. So I took it off and knelt into place like before. I re-tied my ponytail, then lathered up his cucumber with my saliva. Making sure it was glistening with my natural lube before I got to business.

“Thank you for doing this, Lisa. You have no idea how much it helps,” Mr Edwards moaned as my little hands pumped his shaft firmly in an up and down twisting motion.

“No problem. I don’t mind at all,” I beamed towards him.

“Sorry, I couldn’t hold out longer. I didn’t want to ask you so soon after you just did this yesterday,” he kindly conveyed.

“I told you to ask me whenever you felt the need. Stop stressing. Just lay back and enjoy it,” I happily told him before I added more pressure to his pipe.

Mr Edwards squirmed his hips and let out a heavy grunt of pleasure. He grinned towards me and did what I asked. He started fondling my backside like he had done yesterday. This time, I didn’t feel startled when he felt me there. His eyes closed and opened. The look of pleasure overtook his worries. He relaxed and focused on the pleasure my hands were giving him. I was so happy.