This copy of the story has been revised. I believe the editing errors have been removed. When I write something I always have my internal view of the ending and the future. I failed to convey that to the readers. I assumed the readers could tell where it was headed. I have attempted to remedy this while remaining truthful. Hopefully the story is clearer now.
I would like to thank Emerald_Eyed & VampGirl1991. They were really great editors. There's a lot of detail and it takes time to get to the sex. There will be mistakes so feel free to help me improve, by telling me what can be fixed. However please be kind while doing so.
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Over the past few weeks I've noticed the development of spring. It's evoked strong memories in me; decade old memories have begun to creep up on me. Time goes by like a snap of your fingers. As I look across the room, to my wife and our little infant son, I feel blessed. We had just moved into our first house that actually felt like a home. After all, I was back in Rayburn.
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My name is Josh Walden. At the time I was a lanky six foot one. I had little to no fat but really no muscle, either. This all sat below my shaggy black hair.
I began thinking about the incidents of eleven years ago. It was the start of April and the snow was gone, and the wildlife had returned. There was change in air, I tell yah what! My sad, unexcitable senior year was almost over. I was eighteen and a virgin. No ifs, ands or exceptions. I hadn't been sucked, touched or fucked to be technical. I felt increasingly perverted as I imagined myself with the women in my newly acquired Playboys. Having been declared immaterial by the fairer sex, they were my only choice.
My family at the time consisted of my parents, my older sister and I. We lived in our home in Rayburn. My family had lived there since before my sister or I was born. My dad was born and raised in Rayburn, having met my mom at college. He courted her and they eventually moved back to Rayburn.
It's now the month of May and my sister Helen had been away at college for four months now. On top of that my sister stayed over for the summer as her friends returned home for their near four month break. It didn't seem fair to me the time they got off. One of these returning scholars was my twenty year old next door neighbor Alexis Taylor. However, as quick as she arrived, the next day Alexis and her friends were off to Brazil for something like a weeklong vacation.
Alexis was an only child and a girl at that so she got anything she wanted. Like my sister she was rarely ever home so I would often volunteer next door to help Dr. and Mrs. Taylor out, cleaning up cutting the grass and stuff like that. However, they refused to let me do it for free. The reason Alexis could take the trips she did is, unlike my family, the Taylor's were fairly well off. Her father was head of cardiac surgery at the county hospital and her mom, a stay at home mother, volunteered around town fulltime.
Alexis arrived home for the summer with what had to be enhanced breasts, as her chest had previously been a B cup. Her chest looked like what I'll dub as larger! Unlike any other father Dr. Taylor had clear legitimate grounds to blow up over his daughter's blown up chest. I could literally hear the yelling from my room. Alexis constantly got away with murder next door as Dr. Taylor was forced to keel to the whims of his perpetually appeasing wife. Thinking back, I was a nosy little bugger!
My interactions with Alexis had been minimal. She was two years older than me, just like my sister. Both of them were cheerleaders in high school. After high school, Helen, my sister, took a more academic route, attempting to mimic old Dr. Taylor's stature.
Alexis wasn't rude to me or ever treated me badly. I just didn't exist to her at the time. Even though I was her next door neighbor, I was simply a non-entity.
The day she got back from college I waved to her as I trudged on to school. She responded with a faint smile. I felt like such a loser. After seeing Alexis's new bust she became the fuel for my erections. After all, it was like having a Playboy bunny right next door. I imagined the five foot seven girl, her alluring dark brown hair swaying in the breeze as she sucked my cock. She would make it slick as I toyed with her large breasts before I fucked them.
It was a day still early in May with Alexis still on vacation when Dr. Taylor called me up asking for my help. "Josh, Anna and I," Anna being his wife, "want to get rid of some junk in the house, so Anna has decided we're having a yard sale. We actually put up signs but forgot it was tomorrow. Could we get your help?"
I paused for a second, thinking what I had planned tomorrow. "It's a Saturday," Dr. Taylor said after a few seconds followed by. "You're busy, probably going out with a girlfriend." I chuckled a bit at that. If a girlfriend could be an Xbox, then yes, I thought.
"I wish I was. No, all I have planned is finishing an essay and playing some Xbox, so yeah, I would love to help."
"See you at eight then. Is that too early?" Dr. Taylor asked in his trademark style of compromise.
"Nope, I'll be there!" I affirmed like a man on a mission.
I was up at about six a.m. when I started prepping Dr. Taylor's garage. When anything gets in the way of Xbox I'm quite inspired to get up early, to get it done. The Taylors trusted me with the code to their garage, so I had set everything up on the driveway by seven thirty when Dr. Taylor walked out.
When he came out I asked him about something I found in the garage. Pointing at a neatly packed away set of army officer uniforms, I asked, "Was this for Halloween?" After asking the question I regretted it. I was afraid he would respond with, "No, Josh, that's what I wear when I fuck my wife."
That's not what happened, though. He smiled and replied, though, thank god! "I was an army surgeon for something like ten years. Jesus, that was like twenty years ago now. I didn't say this earlier but thanks for setting up," Dr. Taylor said sprightly as he changed the subject.
"You were in the army?" I asked, a bit surprised. We would later discuss his time in the army together and it would lead me to follow suit. The army thing, not the surgeon thing. I'm smart but not a decade of schooling smart.
"It was the same as if I had been a civilian surgeon. It was great certifiable experience. Plus, they paid for school. However, Anna got pregnant and she wanted to raise a family in a quiet town, and that's why we moved here."
Close to noon Dr. Taylor and I sold the majority of everything. His junk looked better than half the things in my house.
At noon Dr. Taylor reached into his pocket and handed me two hundred dollars. I tried to refuse but he wouldn't have that.
Minutes later as we packed up, he gave me a look like he was in deep thought. He was holding a box of Alexis's baby clothing. Then he began to speak. "You're going to Wexler College in September, right?"
"Yeah" I stated, a bit curious.
"That's a good school," he said, now looking at me intensely as if he was in deep thought.
I nodded and he responded by asking, "That's like half an hour from Alexis's school, right?"
"To think about it, yes, it is, huh?" That was kind of a lie, to be truthful I knew.
He was quiet for a second before he spoke. "You know, her last boyfriend was some thirty year old gangster punk who encouraged her to get those... Jesus, it was major surgery!" His hands gestured in large, rounded motions. Dr. Taylor was visually angry now.
It was kind of getting awkward. I understood his anger but I was looking for a way out.
