Neighbors 1 – Grownup Troubles

Grownup troubles.

Richard Gilder grew up in this town. He lost his wife a few years back. She passed away from complications during a routine surgery. Richard was in his mid sixties now and spent time working in the yard and doing woodworking in his garage. He also enjoyed riding his bicycle and joining the neighborhood kids playing catch or basketball. Of course most of the time he just encouraged them while playing defense. He enjoyed watching them grow and it kept him feeling young.

He watched all the neighborhood children growing up through the years and enjoyed being a helpful and sagely old man. One day while carrying leaves from the backyard to the waste can he was surprised to find a young lady watching him. It was one of the girls from around the corner, their fence line joined with his. Her name was Clarice Finny, he thought to himself. Her family was religious, Irish Catholic if he remembered it right. She sure had grown up and became a beautiful young woman. Richard waved at her and smiled once he realized who she was. She smiled back. Richard headed into the backyard again.

Clarice had returned from college just south of town, a Catholic Girl’s School. Her family was quiet and with just two girls, Clarice grew up protected and sheltered. She is cute with wavy light brown hair and green/gray eyes. Tall and thin she danced in an Irish dance group when she was young. She was born across town and they moved to this house when she was only eight. Now she’s almost twenty and back from college. It was Summer and her pale skin was lightly freckled so she kept herself covered to avoid sunburn.

When Richard had collected another pile of leaves and was ready to take them to the can he stopped for a moment to wipe the sweat off his brow. When he looked up, there she was standing at the end of the patio staring again. He smiled and raised his eyebrows as if to say, ‘can I help you?’ Clarice blushed and looked around. Then she walked up to him and cleared her throat, “My mom said we could always trust you if we ever needed help.” Richard nodded, “Of course dear. What is it?” “Well, it’s a little embarrassing…” she said looking down at her shoes then up into his eyes with flushed cheeks.

“Why don’t you come here and sit down?” he said pointing to the bench by the patio. He put his hand on her arm and guided her to the bench and set her down. Getting down on one knee in front of her he looked up into her eyes and again said, “What is it dear?” She took a deep breath, “You know I’m a girl…” Richard smiled and snickered. “I mean a woman!” Clarice said more forcefully. “Yes. You are a very beautiful woman.” he said encouragingly. His eyebrows went up again as if to say, ‘AND?’ Again she cleared her throat. Clarice was uncertain how to start. She had so many questions, new feelings. It was hard for her to put a good question together.

She leaned forward and quietly said, “Did you know that Native Americans kiss each other’s…” Richard smiled and shook his head, “Yes. Kissing is a sign of affection around the world.” Shaking her head to emphasize her statements. Clarice had to fight her shyness, she continued, “No! I mean they kiss each other’s privates.” Richard’s face went pale and he was stunned by what she said. A virginal Catholic girl was talking to him about a pretty risque subject. After collecting himself he responded, “Yes. It’s true. Many cultures have various customs. But, this is something you should talk to your mom or dad about.” She blushed hard again and closed her eyes, “I saw my mom and dad doing it once, but when I asked, my mom says it’s something I have to learn for myself.” Clarice fidgeted on the bench and looked down at her shoes.

Richard took a deep breath and thought for a moment, “Well, I’m sorry about that. Do you feel that it’s OK?” She straightened up and looked hard into Richard’s eyes, “I think it got me excited and I get tingly when I think about it.” He took another deep breath. It had been a long time since he engaged in oral sex. None after his wife had died. But even at sixty it was something he enjoyed getting turned on by and masturbated to that fantasy on rare occasions. He got up and sat next to Clarice on the bench. He put his hands on his knees with a pensive look on his face, “Clarice. I know these things seem strange for a young woman but when you meet someone who is very dear to you, you will have new feelings, new sensations. Do you understand what I mean?”

“I’ve never met someone… my age, I mean.” she started. “Most boys, guys, are just rude. They don’t make me feel special or normal.” Richard put his arm around her and consoled her, “You are a very special person. A beautiful woman. Don’t let those guys make you feel sad or unloved.” Clarice looked at him, “Do you really think I’m special?” “Of course dear.” he squeezed her shoulder and kissed the side of her head. “You will find someone that makes you feel special. Loved.” She put her hand on his leg and squeezed it a little. “When you touch me, it tingles.” Richard stopped in his tracks. This wasn’t where he thought this was going to go at all and it made his groin swell. She was very special, very beautiful.

“Sweetie, I’m an old man. You’re very young and you have your entire life before you. Mine is almost over. Do you know what I mean?” he said in his kindest voice. His ego lifted up into his chest and his heart started to pound. He couldn’t hide the fact from himself that he was getting excited. The best he could do was encourage her to find someone her own age. He could always masturbate later. Clarice looked at him. A tear was forming in her eyes. She put her arms around him, “Please. You’re the first person that makes me feel this way.” Her arms squeezed him tightly. He reached around her and squeezed her back. “Look, Clarice. This is rare. No one will understand if we start to have some kind of relationship.”

Richard was struggling to help her understand while keeping his own desires in check. His groin continued to swell and her closeness made it hard for him to remain strong, focused. Clarice was flush and her heart started to pound as well. “Kiss me.” she said and pressed her lips against his. His scratchy facial hairs stung her tender lips and cheeks, but she was lost. The touch of his lips, the warmth of his sun baked face melted her. She felt weak in his arms. Her groin suddenly became hot and tingled stronger than before. Richard tried to pull away but Clarice wouldn’t let him go. Her mouth opened and her moist hot tongue pressed against his clinched lips and teeth. Richard felt his mind slipping away.

It had been so long and it felt so good. His lips weaken as her tongue pressed in. Their tongues met and danced around. Without thinking Richard began rubbing Clarice’s back and sides, working his way around to her breasts. Her nipples were hard and her breasts were firm in a flimsy bra. ‘Oh God!’ he thought to himself. She began rubbing him as well. Working around until she slid one hand between his legs. That snapped Richard back to reality and he pulled away, “OK! That’s enough! We need to stop and think about what we’re doing.” “What…” she said in a daze, “am I not doing it right?” “No honey, you’re doing it beautifully. It’s just we shouldn’t be doing it at all. I’m too old.” he pleaded. ‘I’m a dirty old man.’ he thought to himself. Richard was trying his best to cover how good it felt. Clarice leaned in again trying to kiss his lips, her hand still gently rubbing his groin.

“Is it supposed to be this hard?” she said with a squeeze, her face close to his, her breath on his face. Clarice was unsure of these new feelings and the feeling of Richard’s dick was causing the tingling sensations to amplify.