After my neighbour, Rachel's daughter Debbie had graduated from university, she decided to move back home whilst she settled into her new job. Rachel asked me if I could do her another favour by fetching all Debbie's things in my car. I happily agreed, as I was always pleased to help a neighbour, especially one who showed her appreciation for my help by spending the night in my bed from time to time.
Rachel said she was also a little worried about where Debbie was going to put everything until she found a place of her own, since her own house was rather small. As I had a large house all to myself, my wife having died some years earlier, I suggested that Debbie could use one of my spare bedrooms for the time being. She looked relieved at my offer, and thanked me with a kiss, and a promise of something more tangible later on.
On our way back home in the car, Debbie, who had been lying back with her eyes shut listening to her Walkman, suddenly chuckled in a sexy way.
"What was that about?" I asked.
Looking straight at me, she winked, and replied rather seductively, "I was just wondering whether you had another of your dreams when Mum asked you to pick me up."
I felt my face going red, as I realised that Rachel had told Debbie all about my daydream the last time I had helped out a few months earlier.
"Don't worry," she went on, "I have seen you looking at me in my bikini, undressing me with your eyes. It was quite exciting to think that I turned you on. You never know, I might just let you see a bit more sometime, just to say thank you for helping me out, of course."
As she spoke, Debbie winked at me again, and in an apparently innocent gesture, adjusted the hem of her skirt, before smoothing it down over her bare legs again. Even so, the brief glimpse of her panties was enough to make my heart beat a little faster.
Nothing more was said during the rest of our journey, but that brief interchange had been enough to make me hope that one day I might experience the delights of her youthful body in a more intimate way.
After a few months Debbie told Rachel that she had been asked by three other girls from the place where she worked to share a flat with them in town. Once again I was called on to do the honours, and so it was that the next Saturday I found myself packing the car with her things to drive her over to her new home.
When I entered the flat, it quickly became apparent to me that her new flat mates were either bisexual or lesbians, a fact which they made no attempt to hide. In addition to the usual clutter of tights and lingerie, a wide variety of sex toys were scattered about the place, including vibrators, dildos of all shapes sizes and colours, and a selection of strap ons.
In the middle of the living room, taking pride of place, was a large black barrel shaped object, with a couple of lights, some switches and a dial on the front, and a life-like phallus sticking out of the top. I knew enough from my occasional shopping expeditions on an internet site selling sexy lingerie and sex toys of all descriptions to recognise it as a sex machine for ladies, one that was well used, judging by the stains on its shiny black body.
When I raised an eyebrow, Debbie giggled and said, "It's not what you think Uncle Will, I've not become a lesbian overnight, and I'll always want a nice cock in my pussy, but a girl's got to have a bit of fun before she settles down. When I'm home next time I'll come round for a cup of coffee, and tell you all about it, you naughty man. I don't see why Mum should have all the fun."
I was surprised at her frankness, but also flattered that she should share such intimate secrets with me. I was also dimly aware that a line had been crossed in our relationship, although I did wonder why she would be interested in someone old enough to be her grandfather.
The flat had only two bedrooms, each with a large double bed, but when I dared to ask Debbie if they had settled on who would be sleeping where, she laughed and said that they would choose a different partner as the fancy took them. "Just think, I'm going to get fucked every night, and it will be so exciting to experience different techniques, and find out more about what turns me on, and gives me greatest pleasure."
It was a few weeks later, when she was next home for the weekend, that Debbie popped round for a cup of coffee, just a she had promised. At first we just talked about how she was getting on in her job, and other innocent things. After a few minutes, however, the conversation took a more interesting and arousing turn, as she began to tell me about what she described as her induction party.