A Summer to Remember - Sex Stories

A Summer to Remember

... started talking to myself, "Ok, Ben, you can do this. Just helping a neighbor with their lawn. No big deal. Just work hard, be nice, and earn a few bucks. Nothing else."

I got over there on time and knocked on the door. Heather answered it in a pair of cargo shorts and t-shirt. Thankfully she wasn't looking overly sexy.

"I'm going to work on pulling some weeds while you mow, okay. And in case you're worried about it, Jocelyn isn't even here; she's at work."

"Oh," is the only answer I came up with.

We set to work and I was doing nice and fine until I made a turn right as Heather was bending over. Even with cargo shorts on, her ass looked great. I averted my eyes and kept pushing the mower. I finished and put the lawn mower away in the shed.

"Come on inside and I'll get your money, Ben," Heather stated.

I followed her inside and she said, "I'm going to get a cold drink. You want one?"

"No. I think I should probably get back home. I, uh, well, maybe my mom is looking for me."

"I'm sure she can spare you a little longer," Heather remarked. "Come on, it's really hot out."

I relented and followed her into the kitchen.

"I'm having a wine cooler," she says. "Want one or a beer? I know you're not 21, but one would be fine. Dan has got some nice beer in the fridge."

"I wouldn't want to take any of his beers."

"Nonsense. That bastard...I mean he won't mind."

Again I relented and in a minute I was sitting in the living room having alcoholic drinks ...

... with the neighbor whom I had fantasized about who's old enough to be my mom. Just what was my problem? Well I knew the answer to that one and it's right next to the cold beer bottle I'm holding in my lap.

"Thanks for helping, Ben. I really appreciate you. I just don't get much help around here. I mean, you know what Jocelyn is like and Jason isn't much better and Dan, well, he ain't ever here and when he's here, he's hardly here, you know what I mean?"

"Oh, um, sorry they aren't helping."

"No I should be sorry. I shouldn't be dumping on you." She took a long drink from her wine cooler and continued, "It's just, well, I fucking work hard at my nursing job and then I'm expected to do everything around the house too. Well, I'll tell you, Ben, I can't take it much more. I mean, what about me? Who's helping me? Caring for me? No one, that's who." She started to tear up and then jumped up from the couch, "Fuck, I'm sorry."

She came back in a minute with a fresh wine cooler and sat back down. "Sorry, Ben. So, tell me what's been happening with you."

"Not much to tell really. Just working and stuff. I guess I did go to a fun party the other night with a high school buddy."

"Nice. Damn, I remember those days. Working, but still having enough energy to party come Friday night. Me and my girlfriends used to have a lot of fun." Maybe it was the wine but I thought I saw a slight blush.

"I'm really sorry about your family and all. Can I be real honest with Mrs. John...I ...