Chapter 2: Hera

Neighborhood Watch, Sort Of

Not known to the boys, was Hera Kostos, Larry’s neighbor. She was in her backyard late one afternoon pulling weeds (on her knees) when a slight movement caught her eye. On her left, she realized the fence had a knot hole at her eye level, giving her a clear view into the Mason’s property.

From low in the sky over her shoulder, sunlight was streaming through the screens of Larry’s porch and brightly illuminating the two teens.

Shocked, Hera couldn’t tear away her eyes from the spectacle. Barry and Larry were standing side by side, pants down, clearly masturbating. She grabbed her phone, pointed the lens through the hole, and began recording. She fiddled with the controls and zoomed in for more detail.

Zoomed, it was difficult to hold the device steady but after about 90 seconds she was confident she had plenty of good video. Larry (who she recognized) and his friend had clearly reached their orgasms. She put the phone down and watched them clean up and pull up their pants.

Quietly, Hera regained her feet and rushed inside straight to her bedroom for some urgent masturbation. Later, while fixing herself a little dinner, she was musing.

“It’s been so long since I had any sex. I still miss Mike, even though it’s been, what, three years? And those boys are so cute, I can’t stand it! Are they still virgins, I wonder? They could be gay, but I don’t think so. They weren’t touching; they weren’t even looking at each other. I’m going to slip over there tomorrow and have a nice chat with Larry and his buddy.”

Hera Makes her Move

Hera worked as a chef for breakfast and lunch at a downtown restaurant, so she was regularly home in the afternoons—the same time as her teen targets. At 2:15, she was back home and jumped into the shower to scrub off the odors from work. Then she packed herself into a light summer dress.

“I need to give up on this, it doesn’t fit me anymore and never will. Too bad, I feel cute and sexy wearing it. Too tight, now, over my tits and ass. The boys will like it, though, I’m sure.”

She was average height, and perhaps five to ten percent over her weight when she graduated from high school.

“Occupational hazard of being a cook. I need to taste everything throughout my shift for quality checks.”

Most of her gained weight was in her thighs and butt, her stomach was a little pudgy, but she still had a waist. Her bust was on the large side, but not so big and heavy as to be uncomfortable. At home on warm days like these she didn’t bother with a bra.

Inherited from her Greek forebears, Hera had the Mediterranean color in her skin tone and thick black curly hair and brown eyes.

“I spend too much of life dealing with body hair. On its own, my bush would turn into a forest in no time. And then there’s the armpits, and the legs. I use a lot of disposable razors and trim with my Swedish scissors. But sometimes I imagine buying a body-sized lawnmower.”

In her kitchen, she had a portable step stool for reaching into her upper cabinets and shelves. Hera took the stool outside to peek over the fence. Her timing was perfect; she saw that Barry and Larry were just sitting down at their laptops for some game time.

“Here goes nothing!”

Reintroduction

The fence dividing the properties stopped about 30 feet (9 m) from the street. At the end post two gates were attached: the left side gate for the Masons and the right side gate for Hera. She passed through her gate and then the other gate, and walked down between the fence and Larry’s house until she reached the screened porch.

Involved in their game, neither boy noticed her until she knocked on the exterior door.

“Hello, guys. I’m Hera, from next door. Larry, can I come in?”

Larry paused his game and stood up, awkwardly. “OK, sure.”

He was nervous, but he did recognize Hera. What he did not remember was how sexy she was.

“I haven’t seen you in what, three or four years? You’ve grown so much. So, who’s your friend?”

Through the following discussion, Hera learned all about the boys, and explained about her job, her working hours.

“You guys, listen. I’m going to be very direct with you. I need to show you something.”

She had her video cued up on her phone to show a still image of them stroking. They were both extremely embarrassed with obvious stress on their reddened faces.

“Now that I have your attention, I have some questions. Be honest, just nod your heads to answer. You two are looking at porn, right? It shows men and women, you aren’t gay, right?

“No girlfriends? Ever? No experience? Virgins, huh. I can work with that.

“This time, only, we’re going to have fun right here. Today is Tuesday, I want you both to come over to my house on Friday. Just come through the side gate on the end of the fence. I don’t want you coming to my front door. If I’m not there to let you inside, just come back over here like usual. We’ll arrange another day instead.

“Let me show you what you are coming to my house for.”

With some twisting and wriggling, Hera peeled the dress up along her body and over her head, tossing it aside. It was a warm afternoon, but she chuckled when she realized her nipples were rock hard. She stood in front of them, nude except for some semi-transparent panties.

“Beautiful!” gasped Barry.