Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 27

........dammit

.............Debbie's Side...........

I grabbed my shirt and pulled the mower around the side of the house. My shirt was already dirty, so I used it to clean off the mower, then pushed it back across the street to Ron & Debbie's house.

The garage was open, but when I rolled it up their driveway Ron was nowhere in sight. I called out his name, but when there was no response so I just pushed the mower back in the garage where it was stored. I turned to walk out of the garage and Debbie came around the comer.

"Oh, Jeff! I heard a noise and thought we might have a prowler!"

...... bullshit

"I'm sorry... I was just returning your lawnmower. I didn't mean to startle you."

She had changed into a light yellow summer dress, and I immediately noticed she wasn't wearing a bra. The dark nipples on her low-hanging breasts showed through the thin material, almost matching the floral pattern.

"I suppose Ron told you he's leaving?"

This caught me a little off guard; I wasn't sure how to respond. I tried not to stare at her tits...

"Yeah. I am really sorry to hear it. You have been great neighbors."

"Well, I'm not leaving. The neighborhood will be better off without that dickless jerk... at least I know I will be."

Her harsh words surprised me. It sounded like it was going to be a painful split... painful for Ron, anyway.

"I'm sorry... I didn't know you two were having troubles. I always got along with Ron pretty well."

"Of course he was nice to you, he liked your ass."

This stopped me in my tracks. I stared at her with a confused look on my face. "Um... I'm sorry. I don't understand..."

"Let me put it this way, he was always taking trips with his guy friends... camping, hunting, fishing... but never with me. We haven't had sex in three years... and the last few times he touched me it was anal. You do the math."

I stood there, slack-jawed, trying to process what she was saying to me. "Jesus! I can't... seriously? My God, Debble... I had no idea." I thought back to all the times Ron and I had beers and bantered about politics and sports. Some of the things he had said started to come into a different focus.

"Jesus..." I repeated myself.

"Yeah... Jesus. I can't believe put up with it for so long. I have nothing against gay men, but I sure don't like being married to one."

I stood there, not sure how to react. "I can't imagine what that would be like. I'm sorry Debbie."

"At first I just thought he was just less attracted to me, after a few years of marriage and all that. I lost weight and started exercising... and I started reading about how to keep sex interesting, how to experiment and bring more exciternent to the bedroom. She shook her head and laughed, "All that did is make me more horny and frustrated."

She looked at me and laughed again, "Did I mention it's been over three years?"

I laughed loudly at her openness, "Well, I don't think you'll have any trouble filling that void in your life." I looked her up and down, "...no trouble at all."

"I have to get back, but I'm right across the street. Just give me a yell if you need help with anything."

.....I really didn't want to get in the middle of a nasty divorce, and if I didn't leave quickly I knew my dick would take over

Debbie was staring at my crotch, "Just remember you offered!" Her gaze slowly rose to my chest, then finally to my eyes, and she gave me a wide smile.

she really is sexy as hell, especially in that dress

I let my eyes fall to her breasts. Her dark nipples were hard now and stood out even more than before. I took a deep breath and smiled back at her before turning and walking down her driveway.

I definitely won't forget... I promise!"

the fucking hose again

I walked back across the street hoping no one could see my semi- hard dick in my shorts. I felt a drop of pre-cum sticking to my leg and saw a small wet spot when I looked down. I headed up the driveway and up the side of the duplex to make sure I didn't leave anything in the backyard. I picked up my shirt from the rockery where I left it... I noticed the hose was missing.

God Dammit! The fucking hose again? What the hell is going on?!

I swear that hose was there earlier. In fact I clearly remember pushing the mower around it. I looked over at the house next door and tried to calm my anger. I took a deep breath and stormed through the bushes that separated our yard. Cliff's Buick was gone, and the house looked quiet.

..... what am I walking into? This could be a set-up.

I ran up the rickety steps to their front porch and pounded on the door. The waif opened it immediately, stepping back to let me in. It looked like she had just stepped out of the shower; she was wearing a robe and her hair was wet.

She backed up into the small kitchen, and defiantly spit out, "What the Fuck do You want?"

I stormed through the doorway and slammed the door behind me.

......why did I close the door?

The place reeked of pot, just like before. She quickly stepped backwards until she bumped up against the table.

"You know what I fucking want! My hose is missing again! I want it back, NOW!

Her eyes were wide and her mouth open, I thought from fear, but she looked down at my crotch and smiled, then untied her robe and let it fall to the floor. She stood there totally naked, her ribs standing out more than her tits on her tiny body. She must have just shaved as well; her bare mound stood out, about even with her boney hips. Her little slit ran up further in front than most girls, and her lips stuck out from the bare skin around them. I have never seen a body as skinny as hers, at least not naked. I suddenly felt sorry for her, but her anorexic little body made me want to fuck her at the same time.