The Neighbour_(2)

When I was 16, everything seemed fine. Everything was going well – school, family, relationships, life. Everything seemed to be much simpler back then, where I didn’t realise the small things to be big things. Like how all the boys would stare at my breasts or ass when I walked or talked to them. These things were just brushed off. I never thought of myself as a sex symbol because of how naive and innocent I was to the world around me. I was always quite a tall but voluptuous girl, starting puberty quite early before all the girls in my class. I even filled out my gym shorts and my bras much more than the other girls. I had a decent ass for a white girl, it would definitely jiggle when I walked or gave me the perfect curves when I ever wore something tight. My breasts were always much larger than the other girls as well, my first bra fitting was for a 36DD size, but of course my mother made me get the ugly, tight fitting bras that would squeeze my chest in to make me look like a boy. However, it was no surprise to me that my mum did that since my parents would the biggest religious nuts.

Ever since I was a kid, they told me who to avoid and who not to avoid. The list was simple, I was never allowed to be a lesbian or a bisexual, or even experiment or go out and have some fun because that was completely against God’s rules. So this means no boyfriends, no girlfriends, only friends I could see at school (which meant no sleepovers). I never explored my own sexuality or understood where I stood with my own body because I was never allowed to explore my options. It was quite easy to ignore these things because I was a very obedient child, I would never cross mummy or daddy with their rules because adults always knew better than children. These things were the reason why I was so naive. I never understood why men would stare at me differently than women or why I always got so much attention from male teachers or my classmates. I was 16, never knew how to kiss or what sex felt like because I was always way too afraid to disobey my parents orders.

But, as my parents always told me who to avoid, their were also a very small group of people who I could trust with my life. Of course, this was mummy and daddy, Uncle Ralph, Aunty Melissa, my cousins and the neighbour, Jack (which my parents have known since even before I was born). Even though Jack wasn’t apart of this family, I was always encouraged to call him uncle Jack. I loved uncle Jack, he would always give me more attention than anyone else in the family, helping me with my homework, helping me with gardening, giving me back massages and foot massages, and also letting me sit on his lap if I couldn’t see the TV properly. He was always so kind to me, even if he always stared at me funny. But this never meant anything to me at the time because it was just Uncle Jack, nothing else to it. Just my friendly neighbour.

Life was all normal up until my 18th birthday. I never had big birthday celebrations because my parents would never let me bring home anyone from school to celebrate with me, but that didn’t matter since I didn’t have much friends anyway. My 18th birthday went as normal as every other birthday, I would just have the family over and Uncle Jack for some cake and a bit of a laugh. But that day, I could see Jack was acting a bit weird, acting a bit.. flirty. No one else noticed because they all trusted Jack, he sometimes acted like this around mummy or Aunt Mel. If they didn’t mind it, I guess I would be okay with it too. After the cake was cut and everyone settled down for the day, Uncle Jack came up to me.
“So, finally 18 huh? Its been so nice watching you grow up into such a beautiful young woman” he said as he was looking at me up and down, slightly licking his lips. I completely ignored his crude behaviour,
“Yeah! its just another year though, it doesn’t change me at all, 18… Kind of a pointless age I would say, haha”. Jack leaned in closer and put his hand on my waist.
“Oh trust me girly, it changes a lot of things, you just don’t know it yet” he said with a wink and a smirk, he was so close to me that I could smell the liquor on his breath, daddy could be like that sometimes. I didnt know what Jack was getting at but I just laughed it off and patted his shoulder, he was always so nice to me, he was the only person talking to me the whole party anyway. Even though, this time, he was showing me a lot more attention than he did in previous years.

For my birthday this year, my mum bought me a gardening kit because she knows how much I loved gardening and going outdoors, one of my favourites hobbies to pass the time. My dream was to plant and have all the back yard grow into sunflowers, something about a flower blossoming into such a vibrant and beautiful thing made me so happy. The day after my birthday, nobody was home so I went straight into the backyard to plant my seedlings, it was the start of something new (maybe Jack knew about this and didnt want to ruin the surprise?). I got on my knees and started to tend to the soil, having my ass stick up in the air and my breasts close to the ground as I needed to get right in there to take some of the left over weeds in the garden bed. I heard a faint “HEY!” to my left and abruptly turned my head to see who it was. It was uncle Jack peaking over the fence. “Can I come help you? I have nothing else to do at home and would love to see how you garden, I might come get you to do mine.” Before I had to chance to say anything, Jack was coming through the backyard gate and straight into the garden with me. Jack looked… different than what he usually does when he comes to see me. He was wearing loose shorts and a tight tank top. It wasnt a pleasant sight to see since Jack had a bit of a pot belly and was a bit larger and a bit more hairier than most men. He only looked so casual since my parents wont home otherwise they wouldnt allow such a thing in the house. Jack got on his knees next to me, putting his arm around me and saying in my face “so what are you planting here, lovely lady?” eventually closer and closer with every moment passing. I was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable.
“Just um.. just some sunflower seedlings to brighten the place up” I said as I slowly started to shuffle away. He persisted with creeping more towards me, closer than he was before as he started to lower his hand towards my ass. “well, can you show me how to do it so I can do my own garden one day and you can help me, beautiful”.