My Next Door Neighbor Allison
A babysitter story with a twist turns into friends with benefits
I knew Allison for three years before I ever said more than hello to her. I'm not, generally, a very "chatty" kind of guy. I'm more of the strong, silent type, or at least that's what people tell me. Somebody once said, "Better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to open your mouth and remove all doubt". I try to go by that. I may not talk much, but I do have thoughts, sometimes a lot of them.
Allison was my neighbor, but I didn't have much reason to talk to her. She and her husband were a seemingly nice young couple with a new baby who moved into the house next to mine. I noticed her right away. She was strikingly attractive, l'd guess somewhere in her mid to late 20s, with what they used to call "exotic" good looks. By that I mean she was mixed race, I'd guess some combination of asian with white, maybe middle eastern in there somewhere. I don't know. Who cares! Wherever her grandparents had come from she was positively stunning.
The first thing I noticed was her hair. Like a shampoo commercial it was so perfect, luxurious, and down to the middle of her back. It had sheen and body and was perfectly trimmed. It was really striking! And I'm not a guy who normally notices hair. Blonde, brunette, redhead, it's all the same to me. I've always been more of a tits and ass man, and a sucker for a cute face, but Allison was just different. She was special, and it shone through immediately. When you looked closer, the rest of her, face and tits and ass, they were all pretty terrific too. She was fit, and she was cute, and she had a great, warm smile, but still it was the hair that made the first, and strongest, impression.
Me, I was just Dave, the next door neighbor who had knocked on their door with a bottle of wine to welcome them to the neighborhood. You know, like people used to do. But I more or less left them alone after that. I was in my early 50's at the time, with two daughters. Kris was 19 and away at college, Kimberly was 17 and a junior in high school when Allison moved in. My wife had passed away from a nasty bout with brain cancer just a year before. It was a total surprise that took her nasty and quick. I can honestly say Allison was the first real, live woman I fantasized about after Theresa passed. But that was just a quick thing, hormones getting the better of my brain mostly. I was nowhere near ready to date again. Besides, I still had kids to raise. Maybe in a couple years when Kimberley was out of the house I could start to think about dating, I figured. But at that time, a quick wank with a video on my phone at bedtime was enough to get me through when I felt the urge.
Allison got to chatting with Kimberly across the driveway one day and inquired if she might be interested in earning a little babysitting money. My daughter was mostly focused on school, and didn't have a regular job, but still was, naturally, interested in getting a little spending money. I, of course, would buy her pretty much whatever she needed or wanted, especially after their mother had died. I was a pretty soft touch, but there's nothing like the feeling of earning it on your own, and it wasn't long before Kimberly became Allison's regular babysitter when she and her husband had Saturday date nights.
The boy's name was Brendan. Cute kid. He was two when Kimberley started watching him. But she always did her sitting at their house, never at ours. I never did really talk to either of the parents though, no reason to. But Kimberly did let slip that she thought maybe things weren't going so well in their marriage. They seemed less and less happy when leaving or coming home from their date nights. Then they started skipping nights. A couple times I'd heard yelling coming from over there, but most couples fight, at least occasionally. I didn't think much of it. But I guess it was serious, because late in the spring of Kimberly's senior year, he moved out. I invited Allison and Brendan to a little graduation party we had for Kimberly a couple months later. That was the first time I had ever really spoken to her, but because of Kim, she felt a little like she knew me. We talked a little, and I learned they were divorcing, but that she was keeping the house and planned to stay.
Allison stayed home most weekends after that, and besides, her babysitter, my information conduit, was moving off to college. I didn't really speak to her or hear much about what was going on with them at all over that summer and into the fall. With both of my girls now moved out I had more time on my hands. I started working more around the house, fixing stuff up, thinking about selling and downsizing. In early January one night during an ice storm our neighborhood lost power. Allison knocked on my door to ask if I had spare flashlights or lanterns she could borrow. Turns out she had very few of the supplies necessary to get them through a storm. They'd come from Arizona and had no idea about these storms, which weren't that unusual for our part of the country. It seemed like every 3-4 years we'd have one that would knock power out for a couple days. I had plenty of supplies and camping gear including a propane stove, portable heater, and a generator to keep power for the essentials. She resisted, but I insisted she and Brendan "camp out" over at my house until power was restored.
Like they would for most mothers, the needs of her child won out over her pride, and she and Brendan came over. They didn't even have sleeping bags. Brendan, now 4, was super-excited to be camping out, even if it was in the living room. We all camped out there. My generator and space heaters could only provide enough power and heat for a couple rooms of my house.
That's when I really started to get to know Allison. Brendan and I really hit it off. He was a fun kid, bright and inquisitive. I didn't have any sons, or grandchildren yet, so it was fun for me to re-acquaint myself with the world of little boys. Even though it had been a few years, I found I still could channel some boyish enthusiasm for toy trucks, superheroes, and dinosaurs. Allison enjoyed seeing us play. Her now ex-husband never had patience with kids. He'd felt like they got in the way of the lifestyle he wanted. Brendan had been an "accident" he just couldn't, or wouldn't, grow up and deal with.
"Camping out" over at my house, I know Allison was relieved to be warm and to have hot food. She liked my cooking too, even if it was under less than gourmet conditions. Allison was very sharp and capable. She worked as an attorney for a medium-sized firm downtown. I really like her. If possible, she seemed even more beautiful as we ate dinner by candlelight than she had in the light of day. (We had electric lanterns but Brendan thought it was fun to eat with the little fires, which he had never seen before.) Brendan, you were so right my little friend, even if we might disagree as to the reasons why.
After dinner we played a few simple card games and an old "Chutes and Ladders" I still had around from when my girls were little. After lights out, alone in my sleeping bag I realized I had never slept this close to a woman as beautiful as Allison. My dick was as hard as it had been in years and yet there was nothing I could do about it. It took what seemed like forever for it, and me, to calm down and finally fall asleep. Allison and Brendan ended up spending three nights at my house before the power came back on. By the time it did, we were all fast friends. To Brendan, I was now "uncle Dave." Allison confessed she'd been a little bit scared of me at first, seeing as how I didn't talk much and all, but through Kimberly she had figured I was probably all right, and now that she had gotten to know me better, I wasn't so scary after all.
We talked fairly often throughout the rest of the winter after that. I shoveled snow for her, did a few small household repairs, that kind of thing, and I agreed to accept a "home-cooked family meal" as repayment for my help. I offered to watch Brendan for her if she ever needed a babysitter. I confess I really enjoyed playing with that kid. It wasn't long before she, with Brendan's enthusiastic support, took me up on the offer.
By the time March arrived, Allison, eleven months after her ex moved out and three months after her divorce became final, went out on her first date since college. She met a lot of guys through her work, and once it got around that she was single, she had no shortage of offers. She was not quite 30, and nowhere close to wanting to spend the rest of her life single. If she was going to get back out there, she was going to need someone to watch Brendan. I was happy to do it. I really liked the kid. I really liked Allison too, but I was almost twice her age and only when I was alone in my bed at night, masturbating to mental images of her, did I give even the slightest thought to making a run at her myself. That was fantasy, and I knew the difference between fantasy and reality.
Allison always looked great to me. At home she dressed casually, and of course dressed very professionally for work. I couldn't help but notice that when going out on her dates, she was showing a whole new side I hadn't seen before. Her dresses were shorter, above the knee, showing more of her knockout legs, and the cleavage! Oh the cleavage! I had to work very hard not to stare. When I returned home after she came back from her dates, I confess I usually beat my meat like a teenage boy! It wasn't long before Allison was going out every weekend, and occasionally on a night during the work week too. Brendan and I were old chums and one night when I was over babysitting he asked me, "Uncle Dave, what does it mean when my mom says she's horny? She"s not going to grow a horn like Triceratops, is she?"
