Neighbor

To make sense of this I recommend you read all the previous chapters of this series if you have not done so already. To start at the beginning, look for a revised collection of Chapters 1, 2 and 3 consolidated into one submission.

As usual, this is a work of fiction and all events, places and people are products of my imagination.

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Jim noticed something strange about Gee as she walked to the car. She walked with less than her usual rigid upright stance and her limp was more noticeable than usual. Also, she was surprisingly quiet. After seeing the grandchildren, she normally bubbled over with little stories about their progress or naughtiness.

As they drove back home, Jim found he was having to also drive the conversation.

"So, how are Mary Ann and Tobin?"

"They seem to be doing fine." Jim noticed it was a straight answer but there was no elaboration.

"The kids?"

"Also, fine."

"Only fine?"

"Daisy is a little rascal. Sweet and caring though. Alex seems precocious. Talking already."

Jim waited for more, but nothing came. He worried. Was she mad at him? Was Gee having second thoughts about the hall pass she had given him and the advantage he had taken of it? He thought that normally she would be bursting with questions about his meeting with Patrick. She hadn't mentioned him.

Jim struggled to make conversation over the mercifully short journey. He tried to sound upbeat. He felt rejected.

He took Gee's suitcase upstairs. Gee followed him and asked, "Be a dear and make me a lemon tea and bring it up to me. I'm going to take a shower."

Jim looked directly into Gee's eyes, "Gee. I'm worried. Are you alright?"

Gee's look was almost blank. She did not answer him and looked away. "Just bring the tea."

Jim did as he was asked. He took the lemon tea, with some plain cookies that she liked, on a tray up to the bedroom and placed it on the bedside table. Gee emerged naked from the bathroom and still drying herself, gave Jim a wane smile, "Thanks."

Jim still loved Gee's beautiful firm body. Instead of getting dressed as Jim had expected, since it was only eleven in the morning, Gee climbed between the freshly laundered sheets and into bed, her back to the headboard and the top sheet covering her breasts. She sipped her hot tea and looked over to Jim. "Join me." She patted the bed.

By this point, Jim felt completely at sea. He did not know what was going on and feared the worst that she wanted a separation because of his triste with Susan. He had failed her test of fidelity. Jim sat up on the bed beside Gee.

Then things took a turn that was even stranger from Jim's point of view. "Get naked and into bed with me. Please Jim. I need you here." Gee patted the bed again.

Jim stripped and climbed into bed next to Gee. She said nothing as she finished her drink and set the cup aside. She shuffled herself down under the covers. Jim followed lying on his back. Gee rolled over and snuggled under Jim's arm to place her head on his chest. Gee sighed.

Jim had to say something. "Better?"

"Mmmm."

"Good." Jim pulled her closer to him. Her warm body close to his side. Her hand settled on his ribs and she squeezed just slightly. It was Jim's turn to sigh. He thought maybe things were going to be alright after all.

They were silent for minutes in this position.

Gee spoke quietly, "Do you know what day it is?"

Reflexively Jim replied, "Thursday." In that moment he knew that was not the question being asked. He could not think of anything special about this day or date. He feared he should have marked it. He rapidly added, "No, I don't know what day it is."

"It's ten years since my accident. A decade since my life changed forever."

Tears instantly sprang to Jim's eyes not only because of the event and the fact he had forgotten it, but out of a sense of relief. "Oh Gee. Sweetie. I should have remembered. Forgive me."

"No. You forgive me."

Jim was stunned and puzzled at Gee's response. "Why forgive you? You could not help the accident. You had no control. How could you have changed things? It was a tragic accident. Shit happens. No, you have to forgive me for forgetting this tragic anniversary. But here's the thing sweetie, it did happen, and we cannot change that. We have adjusted."

"I forgive you for forgetting, of course. Why should you track this?" Gee paused for a moment before she continued. "Honey, you were at the height of your career. You were getting three or four highly lucrative consulting contracts a year. You paid off our mortgage, created a nice little nest egg, and then used those hard-earned funds to build your auto collection. Also, my darling you made my life very comfortable. I stopped that progression."

"No, your unforeseeable accident stopped my consulting but also had the virtue of redirecting my attention back to you. That's all. Anyway, I was tiring of undertaking that work. I was away from you too much. We are financially secure, I have my auto collection and moreover, I still have you. It's enough."

"I thought you loved the consulting work. You seemed so happy."

"I was at first. The trips all over the world were exciting but each vaccination I took and every mosquito bite I felt took the shine off the glitter. I was tiring of the life. I particularly hated the sameness of the international hotels I was parked in when in the cities. The smell of the field camps sticks with me to this day. The long trudges through almost impenetrable jungle. I got tired. Also, I missed you to the point of aching at times."

"Really. Oh, my dearest, you've never told me this before. I know I was blessed when luck would have it you were at home when the accident occurred. Otherwise, we might not be here having this conversation. Your presence kept me alive. You sat and read to me all the time I was in a coma. I honestly believe that pulled me through."

"I was teaching about tectonic plates when my Dean rushed in and pulled me out of the lecture hall. I recall that precisely. It was about this time of day. No. I now clearly remember I was giving a ten-minute test at the end of the lecture. I had just turned on the slide with the questions when the Dean came in. In two minutes, it will be precisely ten to twelve. You were cycling on your way to work for your noon shift at the library."

They lay silent for a while before Jim moved so he could place a long tender kiss on Gee's lips. They were both crying. They held their position before slowly rolling on their backs to fall asleep.

As Jim mustered his senses to wake up, he became aware of a warm wet feeling at his groin. For a split second he thought he must have peed himself before it came to him that Gee's mouth was working his cock. He went from flaccid to hard in an instant.

Gee's head popped up from under the sheets, "You're awake," before immediately returning with even more vigor. Jim appreciated that she had not lost her subtle oral touch and lingual dexterity. He came quickly with a plentiful supply of ejaculate.

Gee chocked a bit before regaining control of her throat. She lovingly kept sucking and toothlessly massaging his shrinking cock until he was completely soft. Emerging from the love cave she had created under the sheets she grinned and raised her eyebrows, "OK?"

"Baby you have not missed a beat. That was fantastic. The best."

"I'm wet. Feel me." Jim rolled onto his side and reached down to Gee's vulva. His curled fingers slipped easily between her receptive folds and into her cunt. "See." Jim just grunted and delved deeper.

"You ready for the real thing?"

"No Jim. Forgive me, not yet. But I am coming along." Gee giggled. "Well, not quite coming, if you know what I mean. Continue with you fingers though." Jim obliged.

"Just as well you're not ready. Your tongue cleared me out. It may be more than a few minutes before I could perform again."

Gee purred for a full five minutes before she said, "I'm done. Thank you. We'll return to this again soon. I feel I am on the first day of my new life with my training wheels on. Maybe this evening you can repeat your Susan event description, but now I want to know all about what you thought about Patrick and how the evening went."

"Before that, tell me did you have a dream before you woke up just now? Similar to the previous two mornings when I called?"

"I cannot keep any secrets from you, can I? Yes. Different though this time it was Susan and Kelsey both giving me a massage and pleasurably working me over, if you get my drift. Of course, my enjoyment of their ministrations presents a big question mark in my own mind that I have to work out. Getting it on with women? Who'd have thought? Nice outcome - damn it, there's that word again - though. Now, about Patrick please."

Jim opened with, "Patrick's huge. You never told me he is so big."

Jim then spent almost an hour going over the events of the previous evening starting with the initial phone call. Gee kept interrupting Jim for details. She was also able to clarify some of Jim's questions. Jim learned that Patrick - she refused to refer to him as Pat - was the scion of a wealthy merchant banker. The father owns the tax-dodge farm where Patrick now had his studio. Gee had visited and knew the set-up, although the studio was under construction when she went. Jim reflected she had never told him about the visit, but then she was her own person and did not need to tell him everything. She also had met Simon the driver.

Jim was pressed to give details on the dancing display by her fellow models and the students, and then speculate if it had developed into an orgy after he had left for the meal. Jim was getting into the spirit of the narrative and gave a colorful guess as to how things might have gone. After Jim had run the whole evening past Gee, totally leaving out any reference about the business of the photographic studio, he wanted to be clear about one particular thing.

"Gee. I bluntly asked Patrick if he wanted to fuck you. He answered somewhat obliquely that any red-blooded male would. I agree with that, but he was basically saying yes. If you ever want Patrick to fuck you, I will reciprocate your generosity and hand over a hall pass providing I hear all about your encounter. Ok?" Gee nodded. "But be clear. There is no pressure from me and you, in your heart, must want to him to fuck you."

"Got it. I have a question though. What if I do and his meat is so large that I fall in love with the feel of something huge inside me? What then?" Jim admired her perception.

"It would be a risk I am willing to take." Jim already knew he was safe, unless Patrick was lying to him about the size of his cock.

It was mid-afternoon by the time they rose and dressed. Gee checked the fridge for food that Jim had thoughtfully stocked with fresh items. "Good job."

Gee made a salad and sandwiches. As they finished, the phone rang. It was Susan.

Jim picked up the call, "Hi there beautiful. How's that little girl of yours doing?"

Susan reported, "She's started to eat heartily. And there is already a twinkle in her eye. She's playing with the little ones now."

"That's good news. Gee's here. Want to talk with her?"

"Of course. But first, you up, circumstances permitting, for a second round?"

Jim was uncertain to play that invitation with Gee sitting next to him. "We'll see. Here's Gee."

Gee took the cordless phone, "Hi girl. I hear you've found a new friend." She talked as she walked, with no sign of a limp, into the family room and deposited herself on the sofa with her feet up. She was beyond Jim's hearing range, but he did catch a few bursts of raucous laughter. He smiled to himself that his Gee was back.

Jim was reading the news on his computer, after clearing up the lunch mess, when Gee returned the phone to its cradle next to him. "We've been invited over for eight tonight after we've eaten and when their kids are asleep. Interested?"

"That's fast out of the blocks. Of course, I'm interested. Yes. Any rules I should know about?"

"That's good. I already accepted the invite. We'll bring some wine or liquor and ourselves. Otherwise the evening will unfold as it will. Who knows how? We may need another sleep this afternoon. Full of promise for you I would think, and me too in a weird sort of way. Unexplored territory." Gee then gave a broad grin, "Maybe you should go down to the pharmacy to fill that prescription for the little blue pills we've had on ice for two years or more. I hope it's still valid."

"No sweetie. Not this time. I'll do what I can do, should the need arise. I still have my rough tongue. But I will check out the validity of the prescription. I suspect it's lapsed."

"We may be getting a touch ahead of ourselves, I guess. But I really need to test my training wheels soon."

"Got it." Jim was vibrating inside at the thought of being with three gorgeous women who all had sex on their minds. He wondered what Susan and Gee had talked about.

Instead of a sleep Gee and Jim went for a gentle walk around the local park that was famous for the garden bed floral displays.

Jim heard much more about the grandchildren. From Gee's observations it appeared that Mary Ann and Tobin's sex life was alive and well with them going at it five or six times a week. Gee's bedroom was next to theirs'. Jim never like Toby much. He seemed like a bit of a wimp, but clearly performed when it was required.

They heated up one of the meals Gee had left in the freezer for Jim and consumed a full bottle of red wine between them. They now felt primed for the rest of the evening. They both showered. Gee wore a thong and decided to dispense with a bra. She knew Kelsey tended to keep their house somewhat on the cool-side, so she wore a pale lavender cashmere V-cut neckline sweater with a full summer floral skirt cliched with a wide belt around her waist. She accented the outfit with some heavy costume jewelry.

Jim and Gee wandered down the road at eight. As Susan opened their front door, Jim felt a wash of hot air. He momentarily thought Gee was overdressed.

The door opened to reveal both Susan and Kelsey in similar outfits. Both Gee and Jim looked them up and down. Jim whistled at them. His spontaneous comment, "Nice outfits!" was received with wide grins.

They both had on blouses and yoga tights with strappy shoes. The bib styled blouses were from a pure white heavy satin material that draped over their unfettered breasts closely following the contours of the upper halves of their beauties and nipples. A double-width choker collar, in blue for Susan and Green for Kelsey, supported the upper front part of the blouse. A narrower matching-color edge trim traced a line low down under the armpits and around the back to a hook to hold the satiny material together. The blouse was waist length. And the back flared out from the hook at the top of the back to display the tightly covered, delightful rounded, bottoms of the hosts. The yoga pants' color matched the trim of the blouses. The shoes were white.

Gee and Jim followed Susan into the kitchen and put the craft beer six-pack and the bottle of wine on the counter.

"The kids were slow getting to sleep tonight. I'm a little behind with my prep." Some carrots and celery that sat on the chopping board still needed to be cut up. "Jim. Kelsey was watching the Yankees play Boston. It's still on in the family room. You go through and us girls will finish off here and join you later. Take a couple of bottles of your brew with you."

Jim had his orders and reluctantly made his way to the family room. He could have spent a happy hour just ogling his hosts. The very large, U-shaped, double sectional sofa in front of the sixty-inch screen allowed him to put his feet up and made for comfortable watching. Jim found the remote, cancelled the mute and watched the close game of baseball. Innings past. He began to wonder if he'd been forgotten.

It was the seventh inning when Boston had a runner on third in a tied game with two out. The commentator speculated about a suicide squeeze play. Jim was drawn into the game. The batter bunted towards first and the runner on third took off towards home. The runner made the play at home plate to score the go-ahead run in a close call. He heard applause from behind him. He turned to see a near naked Kelsey standing there. Apart from her still white plaster cast and shoes, all she wore was an orange post-it note on her tummy.

As she circled around to him, he was able to read the black marker on the note, "YOUR HALL PASS. GG." There was an arrow pointing down.

Kelsey grinned, "You know what follows a good bunt? How about a wet cunt? Time to pay up."

She did not give a chance for Jim to respond. She was on her knees in front of him struggling to get his zip and belt undone with her one semi-useful left hand. "Help me stud." Jim obliged and was naked below the waist in no time.

Kelsey immediately leant forward to take his still semi-limp cock in her mouth. It did not stay that way for long. As his manhood rose to its full height, Kelsey also rose to her feet and moved forward to straddle him with her knees on either side of his thighs. She lowered herself, taking him with ease into her wet velvet passage.

Jim initially lent back with his arms spread along the back of the sofa. Then as she shifted up and down, he leant forward to take one nipple in his eager mouth, sucked it and nipped it with his teeth, before moving across to the other. They were only engaged for a minute or so before Jim felt Kelsey's cunt contract on his cock. She stopped for a few beats then resumed with increased vigor leaning the cast on her arm over his shoulder. She was humming with pleasure.

Jim felt Kelsey's two more increasing intense orgasms and his own rising passion. Kelsey slowed down. She was tiring. Jim commanded, "Up." Kelsey rose. "On all fours." Jim quite forgot about the cast. Kelsey managed it by resting on her elbows with her butt high in the air. Jim got to work from behind delving deep into her accepting cavern. He pounded her faster and faster. She muttered, "Oh my god" over and over again as her initially discrete orgasms flowed into one continuous high. She flooded as he came in deep inside of her.

He thought he heard applause but shook it off as his imagination. As his senses fully returned, he still heard the clapping. Susan and Gee were on the other section of the sofa. Susan had pulled Gee's sweater up and had her hand on her breast, rolling the nipple, as Gee clapped with arms raised high.

Kelsey disengaged and moved to sit sideways on Jim's lap with her back in the corner of the L-shaped seating. Susan seemed to take her cue and lent into Gee to kiss her on the lips, still holding her breast. Jim gazed with interest. He remembered what Gee had told him about her dream of being massaged by Susan and Kelsey.

Susan reached behind her neck to release the clasp and dropped the front of her blouse, so the material just circled her waist. Sitting back a little she removed Gee's sweater. Gee assisted the movement by raising her arms above her head. Susan then bent to work Gee's nipples with her mouth. Jim could feel his arousal returning.

He felt Kelsey move, thinking she had felt his cock stirring into action under her bum and was once more positioning herself. She surprised Jim when she rose from his lap and moved across the room to kneel on the floor to one side of Gee's feet. She placed one hand on Gee's knee and then progressed to stroke her good hand up and down Gee's legs.

Higher up, Susan continued and intensified her oral attention on Gee's neck, lips and breasts. Susan took Gee's hand and placed in on her own breast. Gee took the hint and reciprocated the breast and nipple massage on Susan.