I was just heading out the door for work when my phone rang. I considered ignoring it, but something told me I needed to answer.
"Hello." I grumbled.
"I'm so glad I caught you, it's Helen." The exasperated voice said. "My car's dead again, can you swing by and pick me up?"
Helen and I worked together, I was 22, she was 43. She'd been divorced for about 10 years. The only luck she ever had was bad. She was a great person and managed to keep a positive outlook in spite of her troubles.
She had a wicked sense of humor and we hit it off immediately. I was the only person that got her more cerebral quips and many times we were the only two laughing while everyone else looked at us like we'd lost our minds.
Helen's apartment was on my way, so I told her I'd be by shortly and hung up. We'd be late, but not by much.
She was waiting for me when I pulled in. "Thanks." She smiled. "Don't know what I'd do without you."
"No problem." I replied. "When you gonna retire that piece of shit?" "This is the third time this month it's stranded you."
"I'd love to get something better, but I can't afford it." She bemoaned.
"Tell you what, I'm off this weekend, let me have a look at it, maybe I can buy you some more time before it dies completely." I said. "If you'll buy the parts, I'll do the labor."
I was a pretty good mechanic. My dad had worked on cars since before I was born and I'm almost certain my first teething ring was a wrench. I'd learned everything I knew from him and planned on being a mechanic from an early age.
Once my parents found out just how intelligent their son was, all that went out the window.
"Work smarter not harder." My dad always said. "God gave you that big brain, do something with it." "You can always work on cars if it doesn't pan out."
That's why I was working with Helen, I needed the money for college.
"I can't let you work on my car for free, it wouldn't be right." Helen protested.
"First." I retorted. "I like working on cars, even if yours only barely qualifies."
"Hey!" Helen chirped and smacked me on the arm.
"Continuing." I growled. "I'm not doing it for free, I'll be charging you my standard fee."
I let that sit for awhile and continued driving.
Shortly, after much thought and worry, she could take it no more.
"So what's your standard fee?" She asked. "Or do I even want to know?"
We had kidded around quite a bit, and we had exchanged some sexual innuendos and mature banter, but nothing ever became of it.
"My fee is dinner, specifically, a home cooked meal." I said, grinning widely. "What were you thinking?"
"Knowing you, I wasn't sure what to think." She said sheepishly. "I've overheard you and the guys talking."
"Well, I don't know what you've heard." I grinned. "But I'd never take advantage of you." "You're my friend, I just want to help."
"In that case, I accept." Helen smiled, obviously relieved.
I showed up at Helen's the next day, bright and early. I wanted to make sure I had plenty of time, I was pretty sure I was going to need it.
I started with the easy stuff and continued to work until I'd fixed everything I could. It was nearly dark when I was done, but the car actually sounded good and ran better than I could have hoped.
Helen popped out from time to time, bringing me drinks and running for parts as needed. She showed up just as I was closing the hood.
"Giving up?" She frowned.
"Done." I announced proudly. "I've done all I could, it might actually qualify as a car."
She stood there, dumbfounded for a few seconds, then grinned and hugged me, almost jumping up and down.
"Is it really that good?" She asked.
"Better." I answered. "It should be good for quite awhile with any luck."
"Then I guess I owe you dinner." She smiled. "It's just about done."
"If it's not too much trouble, I'd like to shower before we eat?" I said. "I'm sweaty and filthy, don't want to get anything on your furniture."
"No problem, dinner will be ready by the time you're done." She purred. She kissed me on the cheek and nearly skipped back to her apartment.
I showered and dressed in clean clothes, gym shorts and a t-shirt. I had to go commando, since I forgot to pack underwear.
Helen had prepared a wonderful dinner and we ate and laughed until we were both stuffed.
After we were done, I offered to help her clean up.
She said I'd done enough and she'd take care of it.
"Then I'd better be going." I said. "Wouldn't want to give the neighbors anything to talk about."
"Can I talk you into a drink before you go?" She asked. "I feel like something and don't want to drink alone."
"Sounds good." I answered. "Bourbon if you got it?"
"Have a seat on the sofa, I'll be right with you." She smiled.
Helen brought me a drink and sat down next to me.
"Thanks for fixing my car." She purred.
"No problem." I said. "I really like doing it, it's almost like therapy for me." "When I'm working on a car, everything else just goes away for awhile."
"Still, it was nice of you to help me." She gushed, snuggling up next to me.
The sudden, unexpected closeness of her caught me off guard, and my cock immediately jumped to full attention. I had no hope of hiding it, so I just ignored it and hoped she didn't notice.
I saw her eyes flick downward briefly, then a sly smile crossed her face. So much for hoping.
"You know I've heard you talking to the guys?" She cooed. "Is any of it true?"
"Any of what?" I asked, playing dumb.
"Did you really...you know...with 3 sisters?" She asked.
"Guess we shouldn't have been so loud." I grinned.
"Answer the question." She snipped.
"Yes, it's true." I admitted.
By now my dick was raging and my shorts were leaving little to the imagination.
Helen didn't miss a thing.
She put her hand on my thigh. "How long ago was it?"
"Nearly a year." I lamented. "To be honest, I really miss her."
"What happened?" She asked, moving her hand up a bit.
"The sex was great, but when we weren't fucking, we had nothing." I explained. "We didn't have much in common and couldn't communicate."
Helen winced when I said "fuck", she apparently didn't like it.
