[M4F] Giving back to the Community

I leaned backwards, stretching my hands overhead as I poured water over my hands to rinse the dirt and grime off of my fingers. Summer was supposed to be different. The chicks. The beer. The beach. The video games. Traveling to foreign countries. Doing absolutely nothing. And yet here I was, working my ass off for the goddamn ‘community’ because my parents decided that I didn’t work hard enough during the school year.

At least the hot, blazing sun kept me company. That and the-

-sunscreen I forgot to put on… shit.

I groaned. Of course, I’d tried to weasel my way out of it, but discussing the matter with my father proved futile, especially considering that he held the moral high ground. “Don’t you want to be a helpful member of this community”, “helping your neighbors would make you a better neighbor and a better person”, “I didn’t raise a selfish son who only thinks of himself” and finally concluded with “if you live under my roof, you live by my rules” proved to be too much to argue against.

Grumbling to myself, I conceded all points and resigned to the task ahead. So here I was, slaving away for creepy old man Jenkins’ who wouldn’t let me retrieve my soccer ball from his backyard back when I was eight. Asshole pretended it’d went missing. Three hours later, creepy Jenkins’ lawn was mowed, edges trimmed, fertilizer scattered, plants watered, and his bushes or saplings pruned appropriately. The worst part was pretending I actually gave a damn about his weird Chihuahua that wouldn’t stop licking my leg.

But finally, it was done. Using my shirt to wipe away the sweat beads for the millionth time, my gaze flickered to the Larson household. My mother mentioned they moved in while I was gone, but having zoned out, I wasn’t sure if it was a divorced woman or a recently married couple. Made no difference to me, but I suppose I should at least knock and say hi so no one ran out thinking a stranger was trespassing onto their lawn.

The front door swung open. “Oh hi, you must be Darlene’s son, Brian. It’s nice to meet you!” The whites of my eyes widened to dinner plates as my irises locked onto a curtain of dirty blonde locks, brilliant blue eyes and a rack that would… ‘bring all the boys to the yard’, just like it’d done to me.

“I-uh-“ After I fumbled through an introduction, during which I did my best to stop myself from staring at you, but miserably failed all the while, you informed me that all you needed me to do was to mow the lawn and trim the edges. You already had your own gardener that stopped every 2 weeks, so my work was unnecessary, but you felt it would’ve been rude to refuse my mother. I hastily agreed, nodding like a bobble-head as you mentioned that you’d be in the backyard tanning if I needed anything.

“Well, I’ll be out back if you need me, but a strong man like you probably won’t.” You laughed as you reached out and stroked my tricep. “You certainly work out a lot, don’t you? You’re a very handsome fellow. Oh, don’t be shy!” I swallowed the lump in my throat again, muttering that I needed to finish my work to get back home as quickly as possible. I declined your invitation to show me where the exterior power outlets were, figuring I could find them myself.

45 minutes later, it was done. I shut off the lawn mower, unplugged the trimmer and wrapped up the power cable just as the front door swung open again, except this time you had a beach towel wrapped around your midriff instead of the cardigan and jeans from before. A simple black bikini top hung from your shoulders, covering your opulent teats just barely and- Jesus I can see her nipples.

“Come in for some lemonade. I’m sure it’s been hot outside.”

“Um, I really should be getting back.”

“Oh, nonsense. A good neighbor always accepts another’s hospitality. You wouldn’t want to be a bad neighbor, would you?”

…I suppose there’s no arguing with that. After all, that’s what this was all about, right? Being a good neighbor? With that, I took my first step into the cougar’s den, allowing her to close the front door behind me.

Wrote a couple confident older men + younger female prompts, why not go for an awkward younger man + older female one this time around? Let's talk first, no immediate start-ups.

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