I'd started trying to blackmail my next door neighbor, but she called me on it. She made it sound like we could still do stuff, but it wasn't going to be on my terms any more.
I'd been careful around her, as I didn't really know what to expect.
I'd been dropping something off in the mailbox and Sue saw me. I was just going back in.
"Drew," she called out.
I didn't know what to expect, so I checked we weren't being watched, then went over to the low fence.
"Uh," I said.
"I think maybe I was a little hard on you, and I scared you," she said.
I nodded to her. Damn straight she'd scared me.
"OK," she said, "here's a way you can get back into my good graces. You can come over on Saturday, as Dave'll be out. But until then, I don't want you to cum... not even jacking off. And on Saturday morning, I want you to shave your junk. OK?"
Seriously?
"Uh, like my balls?" I asked.
"All of it. No hair at all."
"Um," I said. "Um, OK."
"I'll text you when Dave leaves, and you can come over. And we'll make everything right."
"Um. OK."
"'Til then," she said.
On Saturday morning, I got up and showered and shaved. My face, and my junk. It felt weird, and I was really, really careful. When I was done I thought it looked odd, but eh, it's what she wanted.
I got a message from her.
[Dave's gone.]
I went over there and knocked on the front door. She opened it immediately like she was standing there waiting for me.
"Are you OK?" she asked.
"Yeah," I said, "I'm just a bit nervous. It's not the same now we're... um, equals, I guess."
"Come on up to the bedroom," she said, "you're going to have fun, I promise."
I followed her up the stairs. She was wearing soft shorts and a T-shirt, and I watched her body moving around underneath it as she went up the stairs.
We went into the bedroom, and she pointed to the bed.
"Strip off and lie down."
"Wow," I said, "you get straight to it, don't you?"
"You're here to fuck, right? I didn't think we needed to do any small talk first. Do we?"
"I guess not," I said, getting undressed.
I just my boxers, I sat on the edge of the bed, then scooted back to the middle and leaned against the headboard. I wanted to put off showing her my pink, bald junk in case that had been a joke.
"Now you," I told her.
She peeled off her T-shirt and dropped it on the floor. Her tits looked great, a fair bit bigger than my ex-girlfriend. I watched as she pulled her shorts down and stepped out of them, naked.
She climbed onto the bed and grabbed her phone.
"I wanted to shoot a selfie as I suck your cock," she said.
"Uh, why?"
"For my OnlyFans," she said.
"What the fuck?"
"I'm kidding," she said. "I want something to look back on when I'm old and gray. Or when I have a daughter telling me I have no idea what sex is about."
I thought that was funny. We all have parents, but we never think of them as ever having been like this.
"Aren't you worried Dave'll find it?"
"No, we don't snoop on each other's devices."
She lay on her left side, down by my waist and held the phone with her right hand.
I thought she was going to start, but she sat up again and handed me the phone.
"Here, record me taking your boxers off."
I pressed the button on the screen and it started recording. She looked at the camera lens, then down at my boxers. She winked, then stroked my hard dick through my boxers. I felt it twitch, and saw a little damp spot start to appear at the tip.
She grabbed the waist band and in one swift movement pulled them down to my ankles.