Note: This story is dedicated to the older women who help young men lose their innocence. Not only do they teach the art of oral, anal, and fucking but also a little about life.
Crash! The window shattered into a thousand pieces as shards of glass flew everywhere. I couldn't believe how hard I had struck the baseball with my bat. It seemed to fly in slow motion toward her window. As soon as the window shattered the other guys ran off like scared rabbits.
Frozen in place, I just stood there. We had been playing baseball in the vacant lot since I was eight years old. For most of those eleven years our neighbor lady had watched us from that window. This was the first time any of us had broken any of her, or anyone else's windows. As the ball hit the window I saw her scurry aside getting out of the way just in time.
Then she came back to the window and pointed an angry finger at me and motioned toward her front door for me to come over. Gloria was a good friend of my mother's so I knew I had to go over. I was trembling as I walked over. She was known as the neighborhood bitch by the younger generation. She had earned this reputation by yelling at us for cutting across her finely manicured lawn and other such terrible things that showed that she liked to have a nice home and neighborhood.
She was no beauty queen but had aged well. To us she seemed like an old lady, after all, she was 41 years old. She was a bit stocky but not what I would call fat. She had light brown hair and hazel eyes and stood about 5'3" and weighed 140-150 pounds. While she had great D cup boobs and an average sized ass everyone noticed how long her fingers were. We had never seen fingers that long.
So, timidly I went to her door. She let me in with out a word and walked toward her dining room where the window that I had broken with the best line drive I had ever hit was. Firmly she asked, "What do you have to say for yourself young man."
"I'm sorry Mrs. Yates I never thought the ball would fly that far." I looked down and saw the ball laying amongst the remnants of the window.
"You were wrong. Now look at this mess. What should we do about this?"
"I guess I need to clean it up and figure out some way of paying for the window."
"That sounds fair. The broom is in the kitchen closet." Not wanting to stay there any longer I hurriedly grabbed the broom and swept up the glass. She held the dustpan for me and I noticed that she wore a very sexy scent of perfume. I shook my head to get that thought out of my head.
When I thought I had gotten every piece of glass and retrieved my ball I asked, "How's that Mrs. Yates?"
"Well, it looks as if you got it all. Come back tomorrow after school and I'll tell you how much you owe me." Seeing an opening I headed for the door and ran straight home. All night I waited for the phone to ring as I expected Mrs. Yates to tell my mother what I had done, but it never did. Checking my finances I had only $5.00 that I could give Mrs. Yates. I hoped that she could take payments.
Stuffing the $5.00 into my pocket I hurried off to school the next morning. The day seemed to drag by. Only one good thing happened the whole day as Candy Peacher agreed to go with me to the Spring Dance. My friends asked what happened with Mrs. Yates and I explained that I had to go to her house after school.
They harassed me about how much trouble I was in. Putting up a brave front I laughed them off. In truth, I was scared of Mrs. Yates and had no idea how much a window cost. I knew it would cost a lot more than $5.00 though. I knew in my heart that she would have to tell my parents as there was no way for me to pay her.
Not wishing to aggravate her anymore I went straight to her house right after school and made sure I walked up her sidewalk not touching one blade of grass. Again, she let me in and walked to the dining room. She was almost smiling as she pulled a piece of paper off of the table. It was the bill for the window. Coolly she said, "See the new window you are paying for? I need $159.50 to pay for it."
I reached in my pocket and pulled out the money. "All I have is $5.00 but I can make payments."
She grabbed the bill from my hand replying, "How old are you?"
This question seemed odd to me but I answered, "I turned 18 last October."
"That means I might get paid in five years with everything a high school senior has going on. That just won't do." My heart sank as I knew she was right.