generational-echoes
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Generational Echoes

Generational Echoes

by rollingcoffe1
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It was mid-morning on Sunday as Lisa unpacked dishes from the moving boxes into the kitchen cabinets. She and her husband Will had finally purchased their first house together after years of scrimping and saving enough for a down payment. It hardly seemed real to her that this strange new house was actually hers. She practically laughed out loud every time she thought about the years-long dream finally coming true. While it was true every room in the house felt like it needed updating, to finally be in a place of their own and to be able to start working on "their house" instead of renting made her finally feel like her and Will were real adults instead of just pretending in an apartment.

She heard the front door open and Will proudly announce: "Honey, I'm home!"

She smiled and with a silly, dramatic flourish, greeted him at the entrance to the kitchen with a big hug and kiss, and replying "Husband! Welcome back to our house!"

He was carrying a couple of grocery bags with enough food to get them through the next couple of days while they finally finished putting the house together.

"Hey, I just met the neighbor next door in the white house." Will said. "He's a really nice older guy. Del. I guess he lives there by himself. He said something about his wife having passed away a long time ago."

"Oh, that's sad." Lisa said. "But he seemed nice?"

"Yeah, I told him to stop by anytime. He said he might swing by later and introduce himself properly."

"Good! I'd really like to get to know our neighbors. I really hope we hit it off with everyone."

"Yeah. Me too. I still can't believe we're actually here. It's so surreal. LIke we're visiting some strangers house!"

"I know! I feel the same way. Now get those groceries put away, I think I need some help with something in the bedroom..." Her voice trailing away suggestively.

"OK," he said smiling. "Let me at least get the milk put away before I 'help' you 'unpack,'" he responded playfully.

By the time he had milk in the fridge, Lisa was already out of the room, and he noticed the shirt she was wearing had been left on the floor.

His pace quickened and his smile grew as he followed the trail of discarded clothing up the staircase.

When he rounded the corner into the master bedroom, Lisa was already naked on the bed with a hand between her legs.

"Starting without me, huh?" He said.

"Well, you were taking too long," she whined in a playful tone.

"I think as the

man of the house

," he said with mock authority, "That you should be more mindful."

"Oh! Is that right!?" she said laughing.

"Yes it is!" he said, keeping the joke running.

"Well, in that case..." she said, sliding off the bed onto her knees. "Let's make sure the

man of the house

knows how high and mighty he is."

His cock was already hard by the time she pulled it out of his pants. She did her best to play up the 'man of the house' dynamic as she dutifully licked and sucked his cock. She smiled, refusing to let his cock out of her mouth while he stumbled to get his pants all the way off.

Getting his cock nice and wet she bobbed her head up and down, picking up the pace. His breath quickened.

She knew he was getting close, but he pulled out, leaving her lunging forward trying to recapture his hard cock.

"On the bed. On your hands and knees." He could barely get the words out fast enough.

She quickly scrambled up on top of the bed. By the time she could look back over her shoulder, he was already on top of her. His cock slipping smoothly into her pussy. He groaned loudly and began pumping. He was already close when he first entered her and after only a few thrusts he lost control and came hard. She nearly came from feeling his cum shoot into her. She tried her best to squeeze down on him, milking his cock with her pussy. She couldn't stop herself from smiling as she thought about how many hundreds of times he would cum in her in this new house.

----

Later as they were unpacking more boxes, the doorbell rang. Lisa and Will looked at each other, both smiled as they realized it was the first time they had heard their new doorbell.

"At least we know it works," Will joked as he hurried over to the front door. He opened it to see the smiling face of Del, the nextdoor neighbor Will had met earlier holding a tupperware container.

"Del! Hi! Thanks for coming over. I can't wait to introduce you to Lisa."

"Well, I had to come over and bring you a 'welcome to the neighborhood' batch of cookies."

"You didn't have to bake us cookies!"

"Call me old fashioned if you want, but I had to do

something

. Besides, don't tell anyone, but I cheated. These are just from pre-made cookie dough. I figured they would at least have the smell of freshly baked..."

His voice trailed off suddenly as Lisa made her way around the corner and into view.

"Hi! I'm Lisa! It's so nice to meet you. Will mentioned he met you earlier. It's Del right?"

Del's face looked stunned and had gone almost pale. He hesitated uncertainly. "Y..yeah. Del. It's a pleasure to meet you."

There was an odd silence and neither Will nor Lisa could figure out why. Lisa, picking up the initiative, smiled brightly and said "Well don't be a stranger, come in!" She stuck out a hand, which Del weakly and reflexively shook, and took a few halting steps forward.

"Are these cookies? I can't believe you went to the trouble. It's so sweet!"

"I... I had to do something... new neighbors... wanted to welcome. I'm sorry, I feel a little odd, could I bother you for a drink of water?" Del managed to stammer out, looking at Lisa in the oddest way.

"Of course!" Will jumped in. Lisa, get him some water, would you? Here, Del, have a seat." As Lisa made her way to the kitchen, she and Will exchanged an amused and questioning glance. Will helped guide Del to a chair in the living room and took a seat on the adjacent couch.

Lisa returned with the water, handed it to a still shaky Del and then sat next to Will on the couch.

"Are you ok, Del?" Lisa asked.

Del took a long drink of water, took a long slow deep breath as the color returned to his face. He blinked a couple of times and started. "I apologize, you two must think I'm about to have a heart attack."

"We just want to make sure you are ok!" Lisa replied.

"Ha. I'm fine. Just a little stunned to be honest." His voice was strengthening and he was returning to something more resembling a human.

"Stunned?" Will asked questioningly. "Is it something we said or did?"

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"No. No, nothing like that." Will assured them. "It's just that... you are gonna think I'm crazy, but, Lisa is the spitting image of my wife at 25 or 26 when we first got married. She passed away ten years ago." Del's face was now an amused smile.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to... I'm sorry to hear about your wife." The concern on Lisa's face as she tried to find the right words was so evident and so honest, that Del felt guilty he had said anything.

"You certainly don't have anything to be sorry for! And thank you, she was the most wonderful woman I have ever known. It was cancer, and it was a long time ago now." He sighed. "While I certainly miss her, the painful grieving part has been over for a while. Seeing you was quite a surprise, but it brings back all the happy memories, not pain, dear."

Will intuited how Lisa must be feeling from the concerned look on her face.

"Oh good, I would hate to be... a reminder... of..." said Lisa, still trying to phrase her idea delicately.

"I promise. It was just the initial shock." His smile was now so warm, so confident, and so friendly, Lisa's apprehension about causing her new neighbor pain, started to melt away.

The three of them then fell into comfortable conversation. Del had three grown kids, still in the area, and two of them had kids of their own. Del loved being a grandfather and spent a considerable amount of his time helping his kids raise their kids. Will and Lisa talked about the joy of finally being able to own their own home, and their hopes of having their own children someday. About their plans for remodeling their house. How jealous they were of now nice Del's house was and how they hoped to soon not be the "embarrassing" neighbors next door in the "run down shack."

Del laughed and assured them their house was wonderful, and that they had plenty of time to make it their own. He told them of how long it took him to learn how to do all the little things that come with home ownership; of all the screw-ups he made on his way to learning to paint, fix or otherwise maintain his house. He'd be happy to help or answer questions or lend a tool when needed. After all, "What are neighbors for?"

"My goodness, I've taken up way too much of your afternoon. I'm sure you have endless boxes to unpack." Del said as he made his way out of the chair. "And I'm sorry about my entrance," Del chuckled, "I don't think I've ever felt as surprised as I was upon seeing Lisa. I promise I'll show you a picture one of these days and you'll understand."

"It's totally fine," replied Will. "You aren't the first man she's made weak in the knees."

"Will!" Lisa chided playfully.

"Of that I have no doubt." Del responded smiling broadly. "Seriously, knock on my door anytime. If I'm not there it means I'm out cycling or at one of the kids' houses."

"It was really nice to meet you, Del." Lisa said warmly as Del exited.

-----

A few days passed before Del heard his doorbell ring one evening.

"Hi Del! We came to return your tupperware. The cookies were great."

"It takes two of you?" He joked. "It isn't that heavy!"

"Ha, we just wanted to be neighborly, it was so nice of you to welcome us to the neighborhood. Plus we put a little something back inside it for you" Said Lisa.

"You are so silly, you didn't have to do that," said Del, his bright smile evident as he took a slightly-longer-than-necessary look at Lisa.

"My Mom always taught me never to return a dish empty." Said Lisa. "Blame her."

"That's really nice. What is it?" Del said, peeking inside.

"Just some pepperoni roll. We didn't want to be copycats and make cookies again."

"It looks delicious. Come inside."

The three of them made their way in. "Your house looks wonderful Del, ours needs so much work!" Will said.

"Nonsense. You'll always be the worst critic of your own house. Hey, can I offer you two a drink? Beer? Wine? We'll use it to wash down the pepperoni roll."

"I wouldn't say no to a beer." Said Will.

"A beer sounds good." Said Lisa.

Detecting a slight pause, Del turned to Lisa and said, "Now Lisa, you aren't the type to just say you'll have a beer instead of a glass of wine because you're worried about causing trouble for your host, are you?"

Lisa smiled and hesitated just a little too long before trying to deny the accusation when Will said "How'd you guess?"

"I know the type," Del said with a smile.

After pouring a glass of wine for Lisa, getting himself and Will beers, and cutting up a few pieces of the pepperoni roll, the three walked onto Del's patio to sit and enjoy the sunset.

"Del, it's so nice out here! I hope we can get our back yard into this kind of shape one day," said Will.

"I'm quite sure you will. And you'll be able to get it just how you like, and not what some old guy thinks is nice."

"Oh stop," said Lisa. You aren't that old. Are you even 60?"

"Sixty-five," Del said with a hint of pride in his voice.

"You seem like you are in fantastic shape!"

"I love to cycle. There are few great roads just a couple miles outside of town. I'm a bit of a masochist and still love to push my old ass up the hills. And I have some free weights in the basement, every AARP magazine harps on weights as essential when... well, you get to my age."

"You don't have to down play it for us," Lisa said, "You cut a very nice figure, Mister!"

"Ha," Del started, blushing a little as he continued. "Honestly, I just wanted to be the active type of grandfather for my grandkids, and not the dusty old man who can't get out of the recliner. I still love tumbling around on the floor with the little ones and I want to keep doing that as long as I can."

"And I'm sure there are a few ladies out there who don't mind a dance partner who is light on his feet?" Asked Lisa.

"Well, I do go out on the occasional date, but my heart is never really in it. I spend most of my time with either my kids, or a couple of old friends I've known for years. It is nice to spend time with a woman here or there, but, every time it just kind of fizzles. I feel too set in my ways. At this age, everyone has their own life. I'm honestly really happy with my life. I'm never lonely, I kinda like having my own space and keeping everything just the way I want it. I can go over to my kids' houses anytime I want, share a meal, play with the kiddos, and then come home to a nice quiet house."

"As long as your nosy neighbors don't ring your doorbell?" Will asked playfully.

"Ha, no. Those are the types of intrusions I really enjoy. Good company is always welcome, and you two are wonderful company."

"Aw, that's so sweet Del. We feel the same way about you!" said Lisa. "But I am nosy... Is it too much to ask to show us a picture of your wife? I'm curious after the other day."

"Of course!" Del said, jumping to his feet. "I hate boring other people with pictures and stories of my personal life, but Marie is still one of my favorite things to think and talk about. Hang on while I grab a photo."

While he was gone, Lisa leaned in and giggled to Will, "What if she looks nothing like me? Or if she is hideous!"

"Stop!" Will said, chiding her, "No matter what, make sure you say how beautiful she is. You can tell how much it means to him!"

"Of course I will! I'm not a horrible person!"

They both smiled and fell silent enjoying the nice moment. After a few more seconds Del returned and handed a photograph to Lisa.

"I know I should scan or digitize all these or whatever but I just haven't gotten around..." Del said, trailing off as he looked at Lisa.

Lisa sat staring open-mouthed at the photo. In it was Del, his gray hair now dark, wearing a tuxedo, and with a few less lines in his face, but still obviously Del. Next to him, in a gorgeous formal gown, was Lisa herself. Or so she would have sworn if it hadn't been completely impossible.

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The dress was clearly of the time period, and the hair was shorter and a slightly lighter shade of brown, but aside from that, the resemblance was uncanny.

"Oh my gosh." she blurted out dumbfounded.

"Now you see why I looked like I saw a ghost the other day."

Will looked at the photograph and got a silly looking grin on his face. "Wow, she is incredible looking. And yeah, it does look just like Lisa."

"I really do believe I married the best looking woman in the world. That was at a charity gala we attended in '94. I used to love an excuse to get her dressed up like that. The looks she would get never got old."

"It didn't make you jealous?" Lisa asked.

"Not even a bit. I loved showing her off. She had just the right type of 'big' personality where she could pull off confidence without coming across as conceited. I always felt so proud and so.. uh... turned on, watching other people watch her.

Lisa blushed a little. "She is so beautiful! Even her eyes are the same color as mine!" She looked up at Del looking at her and smiling and blushed an even deeper red.

"I'm sorry, I feel like I'm embarrassing you," Said Del sympathetically.

"No, it's not that. You're not at all. I just feel like if I say anything nice about your wife I'm just shamelessly complimenting myself!" laughed Lisa.

"I NEVER get tired of hearing compliments about Marie," Said Del. "So you go right ahead and say whatever you want."

"She is just so.. hot!" Lisa said barely able to control her laughter. "That figure! Her boobs! Oh my god that dress was made for her! Damn! I could never look like that!"

It was Del's turn to laugh. "Lisa, I'm sure all you have to do is ask Will and he can tell you exactly how hot you are."

Will looked at Lisa and gave her a little shrug and a smile. "Why do you think I was in such a hurry to put a ring on it, honey?"

Lisa took another long look at the photo and then used it to briefly fan herself. "Oh my, I'm getting warm," she said, reaching for another sip of her wine.

The three of them laughed and the tension fell away. They sat enjoying the night air while finishing their drinks and chatting about all the work that moving into a new home entails. Once their drinks were gone, Will announced they needed to get to bed or they would pay the price for it the next morning. Will shook Del's hand and Lisa warmly hugged Del goodnight. The hug was cozy enough to make Del wonder if it was just the wine or if she hugged everyone like that. He looked at Will who had that same silly grin as before, clearly not bothered by any of it.

Del watched them walk across the yard before they opened the back door to their house, turned to wave, and disappeared from view.

---

Up in their bed, Lisa rolled over and put on a hand on Will. "How crazy is that? I can't believe how much she looks like me. Or how much I look like her."

"It's wild. Did you see how much he would look at you when he said how beautiful his wife was?"

"Stop! She was so hot! I never look that good."

"You ALWAYS look that good, you just don't wear dresses like that or you'd look even better."

"That

DRESS

. Oh my god I want to try it on so bad! What does something like that even cost? And I have nowhere to wear something like that!"

"You could wear it for me"

"Around the house?"

"Why not? I'm sure Del would love to see you in it!"

"Stop it! You are terrible! That poor man. I can't imagine."

"What? He seemed completely comfortable tonight. He couldn't take his eyes off you."

"That doesn't bother you? To see him look at me?"

Will reached for Lisa's hand and guided it down to his cock. He was rock hard.

"Oh my, I guess it

doesn't

bother you."

"What can I say. You heard Del, he loved people looking at his wife. And in that dress... fuck" his voiced trailed off as Lisa began to stroke him.

"You men, you can be a total mystery."

"Oh really?" replied Will, moving his hand inside her panties and discovering just how wet she was with his fingers.

Lisa breathed in sharply as his fingers found the lips of her pussy.

"Tell me what you were thinking when you were looking at his wife in that picture," Will demanded.

"Fuck.." Lisa started. "I wanted to be her. To look like that. In front of all those people, with all those eyes on me. She fucking knew how good she looked and could have had anyone she wanted."

"You can," replied Will, not specifying exactly what he meant.

They tore each other's clothes off. Too frenzied now to take their time. Will was on top of her, pressing his cock deeply inside her they both groaned luxuriously.

"Fuck, I need it," Lisa begged.

He thrusted hard into her, over and and over again.

Suddenly she opened her eyes and looked at Will. "Are you thinking about me or are you thinking about her?"

Will practically went into a frenzy, desperate to fill her up.

He paused. She opened her eyes and looked at him questioningly.

"Are you thinking about me or are you thinking about him?" Will Asked

Her response was somewhere between a moan and a grunt. Will could feel even more wetness around his cock. He thrusted in and out of her again causing them both to explode in a simultaneous orgasm.

They collapsed, completely spent. Heaving breathlessly, sneaking glances in each other's eyes, laughing. Finally Will kissed her deeply so neither of them would have to say anything.

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