Olympic Dreaming Ch. 14 - Sex Stories

Olympic Dreaming Ch. 14

... at the door. She was probably in her early thirties, petite and quite pretty, with short, brown hair and thin-rimmed glasses. She looked surprised to see me as I was to see her.

"Oh," she exclaimed. "I thought you must be my granny. Have you seen her?"

"Yes," I replied. "She's at my house next door, ensuring the girls know a weed from a flower. I offered to cut her grass, as our shared gardener has back trouble. Let me finish putting this away, and I'll take you around."

I could see out of the corner of my eye that she was looking at me warily. As her eyes scanned my torso, she lingered over the scars where I'd been shot. I finished and closed the shed door.

"I'm David," I said. "I'd offer to shake your hand, but I'm all sweaty and grubby!"

"Hi David, I'm Wendy, Mollie's granddaughter. Thanks for cutting the grass for her. That was very kind of you."

"No problem, glad to help. Follow me, and I'll introduce you to everyone."

Wendy followed behind me, and we went back to the street and then through our side gate into the garden. Mrs Slocombe and the girls sat around the table on the patio, drinking tea and coffee and happily chatting.

"Hello, Granny," Wendy said, giving her gran a hug and kiss. "I was a bit worried when no one answered the door."

"Hello, dear," her grandmother replied. "David kindly offered to cut my lawn, and I've just been showing his housemates the weeds so they don't pull the wrong ones out."

"Do you all live here then?" Wendy ...

... asked.

"Yes," I replied. "We are all students at Manchester University, so we are house-sharing while we study."

"Can we get you a tea or coffee?" Asked Mai. "Do you want to join us, or do you both need to get back?"

"I'd love to join you," Wendy responded. "Tea, white, no sugar, please."

"I'll just go and wash my hands and get us a drink," I said. "I won't be long."

I walked into the kitchen to wash my hands, then thinking better of it, went upstairs to run a cold flannel over me to wipe away the sweat. I then made Wendy and myself a cup of tea and took them outside.

"Here you go," I said, handing Wendy her tea before sitting down.

Wendy asked us all what we were studying, and after telling her, we told them about the jobs we had found for our third year. As Alicia explained she would be working for a television production company in Salford Quays, Wendy's eyes lit up.

"That's where I work!" she exclaimed. "You must look me up, and we can have lunch sometime."

"Mrs Slocombe was telling us she has lived here since the houses were built," Alicia told me.

"I've bet you've seen many changes," I said.

"Oh yes," Mrs Slocombe said. "But please call me Mollie. The house you are living in had been empty for a while before you moved in. It had been on the market for over £1m, but they couldn't sell it. They must have decided to rent it out until the market picks up."

"I'm glad they did," I replied. "We love it here. It's a great neighbourhood, and ...