Stephanie’s Back Door

With a huff of frustration I gave the door one last half-hearted push, but it was stuck tight. Weighing in at a petite one hundred and five pounds, I didn’t stand a chance of muscling it open. I put my hands on my hips and gave it a pouty look of annoyance. “Hi Neighbor!” came a voice from behind me. “Looks like you’re having problems.”

I gestured helplessly at the stubborn portal as I brushed my long blonde hair back over my ear. “My back door is too tight,” I complained, turning in the direction of the voice. A handsome young man grinned at me from across the fence of my small back yard.

“It looks just fine from where I’m standing, but I’d have a take a much closer look to know for sure,” he replied with a smile. “Hi, by the way. I’ve seen you around, but we haven’t met. I’m Jack.” he said, extending a handshake.

“Oh, ah… Hi! I answered. I’m Stephanie. I just moved in a few weeks ago.”

“So you’re locked out?” Jack inquired.

“Nah, the front door is unlocked,” I replied. “It’s just that… well… it’s just frustrating, that’s all. Growing up, my Mom would never let my dad come in the back door. He was always asking to, but Mom always told him ‘no’. She insisted that going through the back door was uncivilized. Mom was very uptight about appearances. I think he actually got away with sneaking in there once. But I heard them arguing about it, late at night, and Mom raised such a fuss that he never brought it up again. So anyway, I always promised myself that as soon as I got my own place, anyone was free to use my back door whenever they wanted. And now that I’m out of high school and finally on my own, I’ve got a back door that’s too tight to use! I’ve tried talking to the landlord about it. But when I asked him real politely to come over and loosen it up for me, his wife got all mad. I don’t think she likes me, and she called me a ‘tart’ and I don’t even know why…” I took a deep breath, having blurted all that out in a single rush of frustration. My voice cracked a little bit as I felt my eyes start to water with tears.

Jack gave me concerned look. “Well it certainly seems a shame to let a wonderful little back door like yours go unused. Tell you what, let me get cleaned up, and if you want I can come over and see what I can do to loosen it up for you.”

I sniffed and wiped a tear from my eye, giving him a hopeful look. Would you? I mean if you wouldn’t mind, that would be so great. I don’t want to be a bother, but you look like a guy who might be handy with a tool.”

Jack gave me a nod of assurance. “No problem. And I got the perfect tool for stubborn back-doors right here.” He padded the front pocket of his jeans with his hand.

I glanced down and saw an impressive bulge. “Oh…Wow,” I remarked. “That sure looks like a really big tool. You carry that around with you everywhere?”

“I can’t imagine leaving home without it,” Jack assured me. “Never can tell when I might find a damsel in distress who needs something pried open.”

“Well, that sounds like just what I need! OK… Jack, Right?” I chirped with excitement. “I’ll see you in half an hour, OK? You and your big tool? Don’t you dare be late!” I added with a wink.

Jack gave me a nod, and I waved in reply as I happily skipped off around the corner of the house. I spent the next half hour nervously tidying the place up. Right on time, thirty minutes later, the doorbell rang. I opened the door and let him in.

“Hi again,” I grinned. “Prompt and eager. I like that.”

“Never keep a lady waiting,” Jack replied with a casual smile.

I noticed that he couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from my tight cut-off teeshirt. I stuck my chest out towards him. “You like ‘em?” I inquired.

“What? Oh, Yeah! They’re looking spectacular! I’m a huge fan, and watch them whenever I get a chance,” he replied in reference to the big bold ‘LAKERS’ logo printed across the front of my shirt. “But ah… anyway, you ready to see what we can do to loosen up that stubborn little back door of yours?”

I led him into the kitchen. “You want any help?” I inquired. “I’d probably just get in the way…”

“Oh, I insist that you give me a hand,” Jack replied. It’s kind of a job for two people, if you know what I mean.”

I nodded, eager to assist in any way possible. Then I looked at the door and noticed that I had left the curtains – thin pink red fabric with a lacy white hem – hanging in the back door window.

Jack noticed them at the same time. “Hey, they match your shorts!” he remarked.

I looked down and giggled. Sure enough, I was wearing the same pink colored shorts with a lacy white hem. “I guess those are in the way?” I inquired.

Jack agreed. “Definitely. Here, let me help you pull them down.”

With his assistance, we quickly had them yanked off. He put them to his nose and gave a deep sniff. “They smell heavenly,” he sighed.

“Probably like cream pies,” I explained. “Seems like I’ve always got something simmering in my oven, and the lace just picks up the scent.”



“Well, its making my mouth water,” he replied. “Makes me want to keep them and take them home to enjoy your wonderful smells later on, but I guess I better give ‘em back. Umm… where should I put them?”

I giggled, half tempted to let him keep them. But I assumed he was only joking. “You want to just stuff them in my box?” I replied, gesturing towards a cardboard carton on a kitchen chair. Jack tucked the curtains safely out of the way and looked ready to continue.

“OK, so where do you want me?” I inquired, eager to get started.

“How about right down here,” Jack indicated, putting his hands on my hips to guide me into position. “There you go, just get on your hands and knees and I’ll work from behind you.”

I quickly complied, assuming a kneeling position on the floor. “OK, so what’s my job? You want me to hang on to your tool or something?”

“Maybe later, but at first I just need you to hold everything steady,” Jack explained. “I’ll take care of the rest. You might want to spread your legs a little wider. And roll your hips up. There you go. See, you got better balance that way.” I did as requested. “Wow!” Jack exclaimed. I figured you had a nice looking back door, but now that we’ve gotten it uncovered, it’s just absolutely perfect! And you’re right, it sure does look extremely tight to me.”

I blushed at the compliment. “You want to take a picture?” I teased.

“Could I?” Jack replied. “I mean, I don’t want to be weird or anything, but I got some buddies that would just love to see it. They’ll be so jealous.”

“Sure,” I answered. “Go ahead. You want me to move?”

“Absolutely not!” Jack replied with a chuckle. “You stay right there and give me a big smile.” I heard the camera of his cell phone clicking behind me. “I want a couple of close-ups too,” he explained, getting the camera lens just inches away. I heard countless more clicks as Jack took photos from every angle. “You think I could take some more pictures once we manage to get your back door opened up?” He inquired politely. “I’d love to have some photos of it once I’m done with it and we get it gaping wide open.”

“Sure Jack, whatever you want,” I assured him, feeling a sense of pride that he thought my little back door was so pretty that his buddies would want to see all his pictures. “If they like, they can all come over and try it out, once you get it loosened up.”

Jack laughed and shook his head.