Neighbors-2

Neighbors-2 Homecoming

Richard and Clarice had a wild couple of sensual interactions leaving Richard physically and emotionally worn out, Clarice satisfied beyond her dreams and the neighborhood changed forever. After the weekend adventure things began returning to normal; Richard was quiet at home with few interruptions, Clarice found a job and was figuring out her duties. Richard missed Clarice during the week and was still uncertain about their relationship. When the next weekend came, Clarice showed up.

After a quick hello and a kiss and hug she said, “We would like to invite you to dinner at our house. Tonight. My dad said to be there at 5 for drinks.” and as soon as she had arrived, she was gone. Richard was puzzled and a little frightened. She hadn’t give him much information and he couldn’t read her expression. Back in the day he and his wife used to have the occasional block party and the neighbors would also. Alcoholic drinks for those that imbibed and sodas for others. Because there were different families joining in, the food would vary. But, generally everyone got along and had a good time.

It’s been a while since those days. A lot has changed around the neighborhood; kids have grown, a couple got divorced and two families have moved. Still, Richard remembered those days and the wonderful times, hanging out with Pierce and Jacolin or Jacky, Clarice’s parents. Once he quelled his own fears he thought about what to bring. What could he bring to share with them. What did he have… then he remembered. Opening the booze cupboard he located a half full bottle of Irish Whiskey, Pierce’s favorite. Richard smiled, it brought back fond memories. Feeling better now he cleaned and dressed in comfy-casual and headed around the corner just as 5pm rolled around.

Clarice answered the door and smiled with a broad grin, her shining eyes winking as she invited him in. Richard’s stomach took a quick jump at seeing her expression. Pierce came up to greet him and when the bottle of Whiskey appeared Pierce was all smiles, his thick accent booming, “Oh sure, I remember that bottle. I presented it to you at our last party if my memory serves me.” Richard smiled, it felt just like old times and this put him further at ease. Jacky came in from the kitchen with her apron on and gave Richard a warm hug. They walked in to the living room and Pierce poured drinks for the three of them. A small glass was set aside for Clarice. In this family the children always got a taste.

The drinks went down smoothly and after dinner another round was set up. Jacky and Clarice had graciously served the dinner and were now clearing the table and organizing the kitchen, putting food away and washing up. Pierce looked at Richard over their glasses, “A toast to our friend, Dick.” Jacky could be heard from the kitchen, “To Dick.” Clarice’s voice followed, “To Dick.” They both giggled. Richard hadn’t been called that in a while and was suddenly embarrassed when it was said by Jacky and Clarice. He raised his glass, “Cheers.” They took a sip and Pierce motioned Richard to a chair. Pierce sat across from him, leaned in and whispered, “Clarice said you are still alone in that great house of yours. Alright are ya?” Richard looked down at his drink and nodded. Pierce continued, “She’s fond of ya, ya know?” His Irish accent was always charming and Richard felt at ease although uncertain where this line of conversation was going.

Richard just smiled and nodded again. Pierce patted him on the knee and got up. Jacky was calling him from the kitchen and they wandered down the hall out of earshot. Clarice was standing at the doorway between the kitchen and living room, “My parents like you Richard. They want you to be happy again. Just like me.” Richard felt his stomach drop. The thoughts of what he had done to their daughter. How much they liked him, trusted him. If they knew he was doing their daughter… it made him freeze. Suddenly he felt a touch on the top of his head which made him jump. Clarice was kissing him on the head, “What’s the matter Richard? I thought you would be happy.” “Oh, I am! I just can’t help but think about everything that’s happened lately as well as the past. It just feels a little overwhelming at the moment.” Clarice cooed and brushed his cheek.

They heard the door to the den open and soft voices. Clarice turned and returned to the kitchen to finish buttoning things up. Pierce returned from the den and addressed Richard, “Jacky would like a word. If you would. In the den.” Richard hadn’t completely recovered from the earlier feeling of dread and uncertainty. He climbed to his feet and with glass in hand he headed down the hall still a bit unsorted. Turning to look at Clarice as he went, noticed that she was smiling with that Irish grin, her eyes twinkling. The door to the den was a few steps down the hall, it was ajar. The soft lights didn’t hide Jacky standing next to a home alter. Religious artifacts lined a small table with a kneeling bar. She was dabbing a handkerchief around her eyes and the sides of her mouth. Richard thought, ‘Oh my god. Did she just receive an offering from Pierce? That was quick.’ Jacky’s hair was mussed slightly and her mascara smeared a little but obvious. She must have, Richard thought to himself. The worm jumping in his pants remembering how adept Clarice was at sucking. Like mother, like daughter?

Jacky swallowed hard and welcoming him into the room offered him a chair. Richard sat with his glass and looked up at Jacky as she paced across the floor, “You know, Clarice has a job now? She’ll be wanting to move out, be on her own she will. And rightfully so, she’ll be twenty soon.” She seemed to be rambling, afraid to say something. Richard took a sip of whiskey and said, “Jacky dear. What is it? Is everything OK?” She turned to look at him with that strong Irish stare that she and Clarice share. “We are going to miss our little girl, when she’s gone. Like you must miss Diane, God rest her soul.” Richard nodded and raised his glass. She continued, “Perhaps there’s a fix. Something to help us all be less lonely.” Now Richard really felt lost. This evening was all over the place. First it felt normal, natural. Now, it seems uncertain and unpredictable. The middle had been filled with hidden innuendo.

“We don’t want her to be a burden and we’re not forcing her on you…” Jacky covered her mouth with her handkerchief, “Maybe she could rent a spare room from you.” Richard must have turned eight shades of red. He gulped down his last sip. What? Did Clarice arrange this? His mixed emotions made him weak and sick. Jacky continued, “If she will accept your offer.” Richard was snapped back to reality. ‘If she will accept my offer?’ he thought to himself, his trousers suddenly tight. “She mentioned that her job will pay her enough to have her own apartment. A small place of her own, so she said.” Again Richard batted his eyes and looked at Jacky. She was looking at the alter, the handkerchief still against her mouth. He could see there was something more, something serious in her mind. She wasn’t revealing it yet. His mind was gray with information, no white, no black, just gray. He didn’t know how to respond.

Jacky knelt down at the altar. She lowered her head, “Clarice is a lot like me, you know? I’ve done my best to protect her. Keep her safe. From this world, from men.” Richard felt the shoe drop. Safe from men? He got up and walked over to her at the alter. Her hands were clasped in prayer. Richard thought of how to reassure her, “Jacky, what’s this all about? You seem distressed. Please just tell me what I can do?” She looked up at him with the same eyes as Clarice had. Oh my god he thought. Jacky put her hands on Richards hips and pulled him closer, resting her face against his belly. He took a deep breath and placed a hand on the back of Jacky’s head. She squeezed him tighter and sighed. Her face was warm against him, her breath hot. Richard thought about Clarice and her story about seeing her mother and father. Is this what Jacky was talking about? About her daughter? His dick was starting to itch and for the first time he noticed it was gorging and obvious in his pants.

Jacky rubbed her chin down to bump into his hardening member, “I can see you’re both kind and generous. Pierce is OK with it, you know? As long as he gets his and I’m happy.” Now Richard was thrown back to last weekend, Clarice and her confession regarding her mother and father. Time stood still as Richard’s mind spun off on a dirt road in his fantasies.