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.
"Can't we work something out?"
She paused acting like she was thinking things over then said thoughtfully, "You still owe me $154.50 and minimum wage is $2.65 which what they would pay you at the taco shack. That comes out to 60 hours of work you owe me. Does that sound fair?"
She had me by the balls and she knew it as did I so I replied, "Yes, Mrs. Yates."
"I want you here everyday after school for two hours, unless you make advance arrangements to take a day off, until the debt is paid. Be clear on this you will do anything I ask of you, I mean anything." She smiled an evil smile as she finished speaking. What had I gotten myself into?
Meekly I spoke, "That sounds ok Mrs. Yates."
"Call me Gloria as we will be working VERY closely together in the next few weeks. How about getting to work and begin to pay down your debt." I agreed and soon she was having me doing very mundane jobs around the house. I cleaned off the dusty top of the refrigerator, swept out the garage, and pulled some weeds. Everyday she seemed to get a little friendlier and smile a bit more.
On my fourth day of working for her I noticed how sexy she was for the first time. She answered the door wearing tight fitting jeans and a V-neck top that displayed her ample bosom enough that I thought with some effort I might catch a glimpse of one of her nipples. The first half hour went as usual as I moved some stuff around in the garage. Then, she wanted me to put some things on a high shelf which required a ladder to get to.
The shelf was higher than I thought. It couldn't be reached without standing on the very top step of the ladder which made me extremely nervous. She volunteered to help me by steadying me on the ladder. She would hold on to my legs so I wouldn't wiggle around so much. It didn't sound like it would help at all but I agreed to give it a try.
Climbing up the ladder I reached the top step as she put her hand on my leg and handed me the camping lantern she wanted up there. Suddenly, both of her hands were on my legs just below my ass cheeks. She was squeezing my legs tightly. Somehow, it did make me feel more secure. It was a struggle but I finally reached high enough to get the lantern into its place.