Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 10

Introduction:

This is the tenth chapter of this story from my early twenties, when my girlfriend and I moved into a duplex in a low- rent neighborhood. In this chapter I finally meet the new neighbors and get to know the sisters, Pam and Jodi, a lot closer.

Part (10) Playing with Pam

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This is the tenth chapter of this story from my early twenties, when my girlfriend and I moved into a duplex in a low- rent neighborhood. In this chapter I finally meet the new neighbors and get to know the sisters, Pam and Jodi, a lot closer.

Note: Although this story is fiction, the characters and situations in this series are all based on reality. About 6-years of events in the eighties have been compressed into one long summer with the intent to make the chapters more readable, but unfortunately it can also make them less believable. It is up to the reader to decide what is fantasy.

The week that followed Denise and Danny 'cleaning the kitchen floor' went quickly and was mostly non-eventful. Denise had classes and I had to work late many nights at the office due to a "huge' job Ken landed for the company. Most nights I got home after dinner and didn't have time to work on the car.

The weekend, however, was different. Saturday was a beautiful, sunny day, and Denise worked Saturdays. I had the day all to myself. I poured a cup of coffee and went down to the garage. Opening the garage door, I heard someone trying unsuccessfully to start a car next door, and I heard a lot of swearing. The tall scrawny guy was under the hood of their beat-up old Buick, giving directions to the waif in the driver's seat, "You flooded it, God Dammit! Stop pumping the gas!" I watched them for a while, and after I had enough of listening to the bitching, I decided to help... good neighbor and all that.

I grabbed a can of starter fluid from the garage and walked over to their dirt driveway. I walked up on the driver's side and must have shocked the waif, as she squeaked a small scream when she saw me.

"Im sorry- I didn't mean to scare you... Car won't start?"

"We got this. We don't need any help," she said in an unwelcome tone. The scrawny guy poked his head out from under the hood and barked at her, "Well maybe we could use some help. The car ain't running, is it?" She let out a big huff, and looked away.

I stepped around the front of the car and held up the starter fluid, "Wanna try this? Works great if the car is flooded." The air filter was missing so I sprayed a bunch down the carb. I looked at the waif and smiled, "Try it again."

She shook her head in disapproval, but turned the key. After a few cranks the engine fired off.

The guy laughed, "Wow! Thanks! I'm Cliff, you the guy next door workin on that Chevy?"

I offered my hand, "That's me. My name is Jeff."

"Cool... I wanna fix this up someday. A lotta people collect these old Buicks." Cliff didn't think of introducing me to his girlfriend.

"Looks like a fun project. Glad I could help." I smiled again at the waif, and she flashed me a smart-ass look.

wonderful people; these two

I walked back to our driveway and looked up and down the street to see who was around. The blue house looked empty, and both cars were gone. Same for Ron and Debbie's. The lady who lived on the other side of our duplex was taking out her garbage.

"Hi Mariel" said and waved.

She was wearing a white cotton robe, not expecting anyone to see her. "Hi Jeff! Beautiful day today, isn't it?"

"Couldn't be better," I replied, and walked back towards the garage.

Marie was probably in her mid-thirties, I assume a divorcée, lived alone, and had one young daughter who would visit now and then. She kept to herself mostly, although a few times her girlfriends came over and they all drank heavily and got pretty loud. Marie was an attractive Hispanic woman with big boobs and a big round ass, but it all fit her pretty well. I got the impression she hadn't gotten laid in a while.

I decided to do some paint work on some engine brackets out in the driveway, so I could soak up the sun. I started cleaning the parts on a work blanket I laid out in the middle of our side of the driveway. In no time at all I was overheating in my coveralls, so I stripped down the top half and tied them around my waist.

Ron and Debbie pulled up and parked their car. They waved and carried some bags into their house. Ron came back out and walked across the street to talk with me. I had a quick flush of anxiety until saw his smile as he got closer. "Hey Jeff! I can't believe you are out working in this heat! I didn't want to stain our deck today because it's so hot, and yet here you are... baking in the sun."

"It wasn't so hot when I started, but I gotta admit it's getting a little extreme now. I'm gonna have to head inside pretty soon."

Debbie walked out on the porch and leaned on the railing, and smiled at me. I smiled back, but not when Ron was looking. She was wearing her standard light summer dress, with a glass of wine (Rosè?) in hand. She took a drink and looked at me as she licked her lips.

...... this woman is crazy dangerous. Flirting with me right in front of her husband?

Ron and I chatted for a bit, then I started cleaning the bracket I was working on again. I think he was waiting for me to offer him a beer, but I didn't want to get misdirected. After a couple minutes of idle chatter, he headed back across the street. Debbie was still leaning against their ralling, twirling her hair and watching me when Ron went inside. She gave me a sultry smile and waved at me again, and finally followed her husband inside their house.

The old widower up the street to the west was out trimming his yard.

I looked up the street to the east and could see the sisters, Pam and Jodi, out on their front porch looking my way. They were standing close together, and it looked like they were whispering to each other. They turned and went inside the house. I hadn't really talked with either of them since that day Jodi accidentally rubbed against me. I wished I knew what they were talking about.

I worked baking in the sun for a while. It was really getting hot outside now, and I was fearing a sunburn. I grabbed the parts and rolled up the blanket and went inside to grab a beer. I still had work to do, but I could work on it inside the garage. There was a small alcove off one side of the garage. I popped open my beer and tried to cool off in the shade.

I worked on the parts for about 10-minutes when Pam and Jodi walked up the driveway and poked their heads in the garage.

"Hey girls! It's nice to see you... I thought you might have moved out of town!"

They laughed and walked further inside the garage towards me. My heart nearly stopped when I saw what they were wearing. They had changed from when I saw them on their porch. I have seen 'Sexy Halloween costumes that looked less extreme.

Pam was wearing a flowered mini skirt and a light blue button down crop top. The top was thin enough that I could easily see the details of her bra underneath. Part of her midriff was showing, and the skirt was so short that was sure she couldn't bend over much without exposing her butt.

Jodi was wearing white shorts and a red string bikini top. Her top was too small, probably from the previous year, and the material was thin. I had noticed she had large boobs, but never saw them exposed like this. She looked absolutely naked above the waist in this top, like she was wearing only body paint. Her breasts were tapered like nosecones, full and firm, and jutting straight out from her chest. Her nipples poked forward in the material and looked about the size of my thumb, like her sister's... her areolas were also clearly visible through the thin material. They were large, at least 3" in diameter, and puffy enough that they stood out, raised from the surrounding flesh of her breasts.

.....God, I need to get this girl naked.

The bikini was so small there was quite a bit of bare flesh exposed at the edges of her top; lots of side boob and under-boob calling for my attention.

I couldn't help staring at her tits... she suddenly slumped forward to hide them.

"God, I'm sorry... you two look so hot in those outfits... I couldn't help but stare." I then purposely looked Pam up and down, pausing to stare at her large breasts.