My Busty Neighbor Helped Me

As a child I adored Hope. She was nice, smiley, and always happy to help me. She was our next door neighbor and visited often. On many occasions, when Mom got stuck working long hours, Hope invited me to her house, fed me, and even helped with homework.

She visited us more often after my father's untimely death. Dad was the main representative of Medical equipment for Siemens in the Middle East. He knew the risks, but the salary was good and the company promised him to be promoted if he completed 2 years in Turkey. He got killed near the Syrian border a year earlier, 6 months before it was time to return to America. We were devastated, and Mom blamed herself for not pushing Dad hard enough to reject the company's offer. I tried to comfort her but it took about a year before she began recovering. All that time, Hope was around much of the time.

At age 17, I was 5'7", 155 pounds, skinny, with pimples on my face, you know - The kind of a guy who would never get a second look from girls.

Unlike me, my best friend, Jerry, was already 6' tall and played on our football team. He was strong, fast, and manly. All the guys admired him, and girls went gaga over him, even though he never had a girlfriend. Was he gay?

Our friendship started when I helped him pass a math test in sophomore year. About a month after that, a bully from our class, Lance, didn't like something I said and hit me. I fell to the floor. He approached me, threatening to kick me if I did not apologize. I froze. Lance lifted his leg, ready to kick, when he was knocked off his feet. We saw Jerry standing above Lance. He blurted, "Lance, this is a warning to you and everybody else who has an issue with my buddy, Victor. You are not to touch or threaten him. Period. For any complaint against him, you come to me. I'll deal with him myself. Clear?"

Lance looked scared and stayed quiet.

Jerry grabbed Lance's arm, twisted it behind his back, dragged him toward me, faced Lance, and barked, "Moron, I see you lost your tongue, so let me help you. You are expected to apologize profusely to Victor, and then he is allowed to hit you back once. Capisce, jerk?"

Lance whispered, "Yes, sir."

Jerry twisted Lance's arm harder, "I didn't hear you asking Victor for forgiveness."

Lance grimaced and mumbled, "Victor, I am sorry I hit you. I'll never do it again."

Jerry turned to me, "Victor, this should teach him a lesson, but you can still hit him back."

"No, thank you. If he keeps his distance from me, everything will be OK."

Jerry laughed, "Lance, you are lucky Victor is such a nice guy. If I were him, I'd spank you hard. Now get lost before I change my mind."

Since that time, Jerry and I were almost inseparable. He suggested I start exercising. It would be good for my body and in case I got into trouble when he wasn't around. I agreed and joined a health club near my house, vowing to exercise at least an hour 3 times a week and swim 10 laps each time I was there. Due to my intense schedule - Studying toward my finals and working out, I spent less time at home.

Around that time, my growth spurt began. There was a rapid change in my appearance: By 18, I was 6'1", 190 pounds of mostly muscle. Even the pimples were gone. Jerry joked that now I was the stronger one and he'd ask me for help if somebody was to attack him. We giggled; It was obvious HE was still the stronger one.

I also noticed girls who would never lay an eye on me before, ogle me. It increased my self esteem but I didn't know how to approach a girl. Unfortunately, Jerry could not assist me in that area.

...

My senior year finished with a big party. Then summer vacation started, and, suddenly, my busy schedule emptied. No more studying or tests, only fun until college starts. I spent my time with Jerry and my other friends playing ball, going to movies, and playing video games. I was also at home more often, especially mornings.

One day, I slept late and woke up around 11 am. I walked to the bathroom, which was close to the kitchen. I heard Hope chatting with Mom. I hadn't seen her in a while and was ready to exit when I heard her say, "Leona, Victor has become a real stud. I remember him as a scrawny kid. He was smaller than his classmates, and I felt sorry for him. You were too depressed and then too busy to care for him, so I took over. But now he turned out to be a handsome hunk. I wish I was younger..."

Mom laughed, "Hope dear, I don't get you. Since your divorce 7 years ago, I haven't seen you dating anybody. Why not? You are beautiful, smart, funny, and have your own money. Why don't you go online and find a good man to spend your life with?"

Hope said, "Look who's talking. As if YOU do what you preach."

"I am still not over my husband's death, but you are alone for many years."

Hope giggled, "Honey, my former husband was a cheater and a thief. I loved him and he took advantage of everything: My body, my money, and my trust. Three years after the divorce I gave it a try online, but 3 attempts ended up with men who were not interested in long-term relationships. Why risk dating a stranger if their intention was short-term fun? I was willing to do it if there was a future. If my only goal was hanky-panky, I'd do it with somebody I know and trust; otherwise, I'll continue using my pink silicon."

I retreated quietly to my room, wore shorts and a tee shirt, and 10 minutes later joined them in the kitchen. As I was walking toward them, I saw Hope ogling my body. She had a strange smile on her face.

I approached her, kissed her cheek, and smiled, "Hope, I haven't seen you in ages. You look fantastic. I still remember you used to help and feed me when I was younger. You no longer like me. Otherwise, you'll continue to offer to help. I think I'll cry."

Hope chuckled, "Victor, you are so big; I think these days it's your turn to help me. I am getting old. Working in the garden and even carrying heavy loads from my car are becoming tougher."

I stared at her. She wore a long-sleeved blouse and jeans pants. She looked very good for her age: at 45, she was 5'4", about 130 pounds, cute face with minimal wrinkles near her eyes, a million-dollar smile, shoulder-high brown wavy hair, a large rack, a narrow waist, and shapely legs. She was really attractive... How come I never noticed before?...

I grinned, "Hope, you look fantastic and I bet even now you are stronger than me. You just pretend to need help in order to get my sympathy. Anyway, if you ever need my help, I'll be happy to do so... for a price. I'll be available only if I get a coffee with cookies. Take it or leave it!"

She grinned, "Victor honey, you drive a hard bargain. It's a steep price. Let me think about it before making my decision."

I ate breakfast as Mom and Hope continued chatting and gossiping. From the corner of my eye, now and then, I saw Hope's eyes inspecting me. I finished the meal, kissed both ladies' foreheads, and went out to join my friends.

...

A week later, I got a call from Hope, "Victor, will you come to my house, please."

"Sure, do you need me now or later?"

"I carried the monthly shopping stuff from Walmart and got cramps in my back. I am resting in bed now. I just need you to take out the food that has to be in the fridge. If we do not do it, it will get spoiled. The rest I can do later when my back muscles feel better."

I was at her house 5 minutes later and saw 4 heavy bags full of all sorts of food, laundry, and cleaning containers. I emptied the bags on the kitchen counter, placed the stuff that needed refrigeration, and went to her bedroom. Hope was sitting on the sofa in a funny pose.

"Hope, I like you and hate to reprimand you, but now I have to. Each bag you filled in Walmart weighs a ton. Why? In the future, call me, give me an hour's notice, and I'll do the heavy stuff for you."

She grinned, "You are nice, but it is your vacation, and I hate to bother you."

"For years, you did everything you could for me. Why can't I do little in return?"

"At the time, I was a divorcee with nothing better to do, so I helped my best friend's kid. You are a young adult on vacation WITH a social life. It's a different thing."

"With all due respect, I disagree. If not for you, I would become wilder and maybe even a criminal. You were like a second mother to me."

"I'll consider it next time."

"I am not leaving until you promise me right now you won't do it again."

"Victor, you are very insistent. Why is it?"

I glanced at her. Her position on the sofa was slightly straighter but not completely natural yet. "Let's say I am doing it for Mom. If something happens to you, she won't have a friend to talk to, which will force ME to be at home more often."

Hope giggled, "Are you saying you prefer to spend time with me than with your mother?"

"May I plead the fifth?"

Her eyes explored mine. She had a little smile, "Why?"

"I love my mother, but she sees me as her CHILD. With you, I feel like an adult. And I really like you..."

"Honey, I heard from your mother you don't have a girlfriend. You are handsome, and I bet most girls will kill to date you. Is there a problem?"

"If you are asking about my sexual preference, the answer is simple. I am definitely heterosexual. But in the presence of girls, I feel uncomfortable. I fantasize about women, but each time I think about asking a girl out, I get cold feet. It is easy for me to talk to you, but the mere thought of being with a young lady makes me tremble."

She stared at me funny, "Victor, do you want me to help you?"

"How would you do it?"

"Once my back returns to normal, come visit me, and I'll teach you how to approach ladies."

"Only if you agree to call me each time you need help BEFORE killing your body."

"Deal!"

...

Three days later, Hope phoned me, "Victor, I'd appreciate it if sometime today you help me clean the garage. After we are done, I'll give you the first lesson I'd call 'Getting to a woman's heart."

"I'll be at your place in 40 minutes."

I arrived wearing my usual tee shirt and loose shorts. Hope had a baggy overall. I was surprised to see her garage area was much cleaner than ours and wondered what she wished to do in this area.

"Every year, I clean the garage. It became a tradition. I move stuff to one corner, use the broom and dust, move the same tools to the other side, and do the same thing. That way, the garage always looks neatly clean."

The assignment was easy. Unlike our garage, Hope had a small number of tools, and when she moved her car outside, the area looked mostly empty. We finished after 1.5 hours.

When we were done, she told me to wash my face and hands and join her in the kitchen.

"Honey, coffee or tea?"

"Coffee with a teaspoon of sugar and a touch of milk."

She served me the coffee with a large piece of cheesecake and grinned, "Thanks for the help. I heard from your Mom you like cheesecakes."

"I do. Thank you."

"Drink your coffee and take your time. My overall is dusty. Let me change, and I'll be back soon."

She was back as I finished the coffee. I said, "The cake was delicious. Where did you buy it?"

"I made it myself, New York style. Next time you come here, I'll give you 2 pieces."

I looked at her. She wore a long robe and added little makeup and light red lipstick.

I said, "Hope, I like your face this way."

She smirked, "So you do not like my body?"

I stuttered, "With the roobe, I cannot seee much."

Hope smiled, "Victor, I was kidding. Let's have the first lesson about forming a connection with a lady. An opening line should never be horrendous. The line has to tell the girl you SEE HER and wish to know more about HER. Never start by saying something like, 'I am rich and want to show you my car/house/jacuzzi.' There is no magical line that works for all women, so unless you know more about her, a simple line like, 'The weather today is beautiful, do you agree?' or 'I saw you reading a book. I like to read books too, but these days, most people stop reading and use their phones instead.' The girl is likely to gaze at you and decide if she is interested in answering or not. It may depend on whether she is attached, in the mood, if she likes the way you look or your demeanor. It may not work every time, but I have no doubts in a very short time, you'll get positive answers."

"If she ignores me or says, 'Not interested,' it's easy. I leave. What do I do if her answer sounds positive?"

"You can ask POLITELY if you may join and talk to her. Again, you may mention details about yourself, especially if she asks about you. However, conquering a woman's heart is by impressing her you are much more fascinated in finding out about HER hobbies and interests."

"Where would you take a girl on the first date?"

"If this is the first time you meet her, the safest thing is to suggest a coffee place or a mall, where a large crowd will make her feel safe. But once she trusts you, a restaurant or movie is a good option."

"Am I allowed or expected to kiss her on the first date?"

"It depends on the level of emotional connection between you two. If you are not sure or comfortable about it, don't try. On the other hand, if you accompany her home and she glances at you with pleading eyes, go for it GENTLY."

"I am embarrassed to tell you, but I haven't kissed a girl in my life..."

She chortled, "Where have you been lately? You are everything a lady dreams about, and you never tried?"

"Remember how I looked when I was in high school? No girl would give me the light of day, and I do not mean kissing. I told you I never dared meet a girl since then."

"Well, honey, next time you help me, we'll work on what to do in first base."

...

The following Friday morning, Hope called me. "Victor, there is a large package for me at the post office. Will you be available to carry it for me tomorrow morning?"

"I'll be happy to do it. Is my reward going to be coffee with cheesecake or a lesson about first base?"

"Both."

"Is 10:30 OK?"

"I'll be waiting by the door. By the way. My back is not perfect yet, so my hope is you'll be able to lift it without me."

"How much does it weigh?"

"16 pounds."

"It's very heavy. I'll have to use 2 fingers to carry it, so I'll do it for 2 pieces of cake."

She laughed cheerfully, "Naughty boy."

We drove to the post office, waited in line, and by 11:30 we were back at her house. I opened it. It was an under desk elliptical machine. It was already assembled, and needed to be connected to the electricity and placing batteries in the remote control. I placed it under her desk, and she tried it. It worked beautifully.

Hope smiled, "Thank you. You are a treasure."

I grumbled, "Treasure or not, I insist on my cake and coffee."

"Coming right up."

She put the tray before me and disappeared into her bathroom. She returned 5 minutes later with a new red lipstick on. I commented, "I like the lipstick. It makes your face much prettier."

She grinned, "I don't know about prettier, but I didn't want you to be disgusted during your 1st base lesson."

I finished the cake and coffee, and Hope made me stand up. "Not every first kiss is the same, but from my experience, it often happens by the girl's front door. If she gives you a hint she is ready for it, come closer slowly. If she looks down, lift her chin tenderly, kiss her lips lightly, and glance at her. If she is already watching your face, touch her cheeks with both hands and kiss her the same way."

"And what then?"

"The lady may smile, say good night, and enter her house, or she may continue watching you, expecting another, more meaningful kiss."

I smiled shyly, "I understand the theory, but when it is time to do it, I am afraid to forget everything you just said."

"Honey, remember I told you I put on lipstick for a reason? Let's practice. Trust me, once you learn how to do it, you'll never forget it."

She moved to the front door, leaned on it, and gave me a seductive look, "Victor, honey, I enjoyed our evening together. I like you. A lot..."

I hesitated for a moment and then moved in her direction clumsily. She lowered her face embarrassingly. I raised her chin gingerly and planted a small kiss on her soft lips. She watched my lips. I kissed her again, somewhat stronger. Suddenly, her lips parted, and her tongue licked my upper lip. I sucked it into my mouth and let go about 15 seconds later.

When I freed her mouth, her respiration was shallower and faster. She mumbled, "Not bad for a novice. Are you all right, or prefer to try again?"

"Isn't it true that more training will improve my skills?"

The strange smile I saw the other day reappeared, "As you wish."

I approached Hope. This time, she eyed my lips. I kissed her and spread my lips. Her lips separated as well. I penetrated with my tongue into her hot mouth and licked hers. Her lipstick was sweet and tasty. This time, I wasn't in a hurry to let go. I liked kissing her. After about half a minute, she moaned in my mouth, and her hands hugged my chest lightly. I continued for 10 seconds, freed her, and looked into her face. She was pale and avoided my eyes.

I said, "Hope, I am sorry if I screwed up, but I felt good kissing you and may have crossed the line unintentionally."

She whispered, "You didn't do anything wrong. It's me..."

"I don't understand."

"Never mind. You can leave now."

I was confused, "Hope, you promised to help me. You send me away without telling me what went wrong. How will I learn what to do differently next time?"

"Sorry, honey. I have a headache. Please go home. I'll call you later, OK?"

"OK, but are you sure you are not angry at me?"

"I am not."

...

An hour later, Hope called, "Victor, you did nothing wrong. Will you please come tomorrow and help me move some furniture in my living room?"

"What do I get in return?"

Her throaty laugh echoed in my ear, "What do you want?"

"Coffee, cake, and the next move when meeting a girl I find attractive."

"Be here at 10 am."

Sunday morning, she opened the door and looked very different: She wore a tight blue dress, 3" heel shoes, and had red hot lipstick with more makeup than before. Her breasts protruded, and the generous cleavage displayed beautifully the upper parts of her creamy tits. My penis began rising in my briefs.

I gasped, "Hope, you never wear such amazing clothes, and until now, I didn't realize how gorgeous you are!"

She grinned, "Thank you. I decided that if we were going to continue our lessons, I better look the part. But there is a small problem - With these clothes, I cannot help you move the furniture."

"Just tell me what to move and where to. I'll do everything myself."

It turned out she was interested in switching places between the table, 4 seats, 2 dressers, and the small decorative closet by the door. The whole 'work' took me 3 minutes. When I was done, she inquired, "Would you rather have the coffee first or the lesson?"

"The lesson."

"So we went through the kissing part. The next step depends on the comfort level of the girl you are with. Once the kiss becomes more intimate than just a peck, what is called a French kiss, the bodies come closer and hugging takes place."

"This is what's called 2nd base?"

"Not exactly."

"So last time you told me we went through 1st base. Can we go to 2nd?"

She mumbled, "Honey, you are asking for too much."

"You are not fair. You promised to help."

"Trust me, I want to. But when you go beyond 1st base, we may lose control pretty fast."

"Hope, I like you and will never do anything you do not want me to do."

"You don't get it, do you? I do not trust myself..."

"So how am I supposed to know what to do after I kissed a girl?"

She had a bitter smile, "You are killing me. I'll show you on one condition: you never talk about it to ANYBODY. Especially your mother."