Please read Chapter 1 of Helping Out a Neighbour before this as there is a number of links that make Chapter 2 make better sense. Hope you enjoy both stories.
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Graham was so funny to watch over the next couple of days. He'd jump at the mere sound of either Alan or Jenny next door being in the yard, let alone talking to them. Jenny and I could only laugh knowing how well we had set him up to screw her with the fake injured ankle and he accepted that he'd been had, but his guilt was all about Alan not knowing. Jenny and I decided we needed to act quickly to let him off the hook. She had been in serious need of Graham's thick cock and after they had done the deed, she told me how it was the best fuck she'd had in years. But Graham was feeling guilty about betraying his golf partner. We had to act, and fast.
It is funny how the world seems to have a way of balancing things for you just when needed. The boys went off for their usual Saturday golf game and Jenny and I got together to work out a plan. We decided that we'd have a party and I would start the ball rolling with some overt flirting with Alan. He is always staring at my tits so it would not take much to get him interested. After that it was just a case of finding the right time and place for him to help me solve a problem while Graham was unavailable. We planned a nice simple barbecue at our place for that night and then a few drinks and some dancing would give me the chance to impress Alan.
As I said, the world just seems to know what you need at just the right time. Much earlier than expected I heard the front door open and Graham call out for help. Alan half carried him into the lounge as Graham limped badly. A quick version of events was that they were playing and Graham had some difficult shot and he had slipped on a sprinkler head and twisted his ankle which had blown up like a balloon. They'd had to walk off the course and seek assistance. Now he was home and could barely walk.
"Typical Graham! Jenny and I have just finished organising a nice barbecue and drinks for tonight and you come home a cripple!"
"I didn't do it on purpose you know, June!"
"Well we aren't spoiling the plans now, so I will get you some ice and you can rest a while," I said as I slipped him a knowing wink and nodded toward Alan before heading to the kitchen.
Alan tried to be helpful saying, "I'm sure Jenny won't mind June. We can do it another time."
"Nonsense," I called from the other room, "we have the meat defrosted and everything ready."
Graham picked up on my clue, "Mate, it will be fine. The girls have gone to the trouble to organise it. I'll be fine after a bit of rest and some ice. What time are they due back here June?"
"Jenny said she had the babysitter coming at 6:30 so just after then," I said as I returned from the kitchen where I'd collected the ice pack and some pain killers. I came back in and Alan stood there awkwardly while Graham slouched on the lounge. I gave the bits and pieces to Graham and went to show Alan out. I'd undone the top two buttons on my blouse so that my 34C's poked out for attention.
Graham said, "Thanks for your help Alan. I'll be fine and we'll see you later," as I took Alan's arm in mine and held it to my boobs and showed him to the door. I steered his 6' 2" frame out, granting him the delightful elevated view down my blouse. He struggled to take his eyes away while I made small talk about seeing him and Jenny later. His fascination is understandable as Jenny has no boobs at all. We'd laughed about the way things work out - she was desperate for a thicker cock in her pussy, which Graham had assisted her with after our plotting, while I was in need of a nice long but thinner cock to help me with my desire for some anal loving. Graham is just too thick for me to take. We each had the solution to the other's problem and Graham's and my open relationship meant we don't mind sharing. There was certainly some irony in the reason this time being an actual twisted ankle rather than Jenny's fake one.
I got Alan to the door and gave him a hug, squashing my tits into his chest, and then pulled him down to my level so that I could give him a kiss on the cheek and, with deep sincerity, said, "I really appreciate all you did to help Graham. You are such a good friend; I hope I can pay you back sometime. See you later Alan."
He pulled away and was out the door, not knowing where to look the poor lamb. Tonight was going to be fun! I went back inside and immediately saw the huge grin on Graham's face, "He has no idea what he is in for does he? It's almost not fair after the trouble he went to today."
"He will be duly compensated dear. I promise," I smiled. "Now get that ice pack on your ankle and rest. I have a wardrobe to visit to decide what to wear."
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The lovely warm evening air was ideal for the atmosphere. The patio lights were soft and I had found some good music to have playing in the background ready for some dancing a little later. Graham was playing the cripple very well and I had managed to get a wheelchair for him from a friend who had been laid up after a hip operation. He was mobile but not too useful. This was perfect as we tender females would rely on Alan for everything and then be so grateful!
They arrived just before seven and we had a few snacks and a drink to start us off. Jenny just smiled when they arrived and she saw how I was dressed in the batik skirt I'd dug out of the wardrobe to match the light blue tie front blouse that showed my trim midriff and boobs off beautifully. I'd decided it was a warm night and underwear wouldn't really be necessary so my dark nipples showed nicely in the lights and there was no panty line to distract an on-looker. Graham was parked on the patio and Jenny cooed over him, hearing his version of the war story while I said I'd sort the meat for the barbecue. Alan kindly offered to help. He stood on the other side of the kitchen counter while I put things on a tray and dug into drawers and cupboards to find the barbecue tools. All the while I dipped and bent over as often as possible to show off my derriere or my cleavage as I moved about the room. The best Alan could do was to move along the bench to keep a close eye on me, making mindless chit chat. I wondered if there was anything he was hiding behind the counter to indicate his assessment of my outfit?
"Here I'll take that," he blurted nervously as I finished piling things on the tray. He quickly picked it up and held it quite low in front of him as we went back out. I was pleased! While he held the tray I took off the various plates, cutlery and salads, lingering in front of him, and placed them on the table. Then I looked straight into Alan's eyes as I said, "Graham, you don't mind if Alan fills in for you tonight ... as cook, do you? We need someone to handle the meat!"
"No of course not. I'd struggle to see the hot plate from this chair."
"Wonderful, thanks darling. Here we go Alan - it should be hot already; I put the burners on earlier."
He gulped and then turned to the barbecue. "No problem, we should have this all cooked in a jiffy," and off he went to the hotplate in the corner.
Jenny smiled at me knowingly and continued to keep Graham company and so, after a minute or so, I sidled up to Alan, again giving him the one-arm tit crush. "How is it going? Is there anything I can do for you? How about something nice and wet ... for your whistle?" I oozed the double entendre.
