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Chapter 3
The next evening Ben ventures back down to his computer room, with a vague hope that there might be something more than his friends and his games to look forward to. The whole day had been so dull, school is just so unbelievably boring now, he just wants it to be over and done with so he can get on with the rest of his life. He knows his parents mean well and that have the best intentions, but he just wishes they’d back off.
He settles down into his chair and switches everything on. He looks through the window and there are no signs of life in the bedroom. He saw the husband leave early this morning with a suitcase, so he figured his neighbour must be alone this evening. He could hear electric screwdrivers and hammering earlier but it’s quiet now.
She’s probably downstairs watching TV. He wondered if she was wearing that sexy nightdress again, do women wear those sorts of things when they are alone?
He’s disturbed by a light tap on the door, and his mum walks in. “Ben, you couldn’t help the lady next door with a few things could you? She’s got some furniture to build and she’s struggling on her own and she wanted to know if you could help. She said she’d pay you? A chance to earn a bit of drinking money?”. His mum is always volunteering his services to the neighbours. He just wanted to chill out for the evening, but she’s right, he could do with the money and the old lady next door usually pays him well.
He says, “Well I was just about to join a game but I guess I could spare an hour or so”. His mum steps back out of the summer house and then he sees her, he had no idea his mum meant Sarah! And she’d come down to the summer house too! He reddens a little and then mumbles, “Yeah, sorry, of course I’ll help, no need to pay me though, it’s fine”. Sarah looks embarrassed and says, “I kahramanmaraş escort really appreciate it, I’ve been trying all afternoon to do it on my own but I’m afraid it’s a two man job”. Ben gets up from his seat and says, “Ok then, let’s go and have a look at what we need to do”.
He hopes the furniture isn’t too complicated because he has no idea what he’s doing and really doesn’t want to look like an idiot… Especially in front of Sarah.
As they walk back to her house, Sarah says, “I really don’t mind paying you, like your mum said, some beer money?”, Ben replies, “Honestly, I’m happy if you bring me a beer when we’re done, how’s that?”. Sarah giggles and says, “ok, not a problem. We always have beer in the fridge, you don’t need to worry about that”.
There are a few half built structures laying about the house. Most of them look pretty straightforward and he can see what she means about it being a two man job. Holding up a whole side of a wardrobe whilst trying to screw in the fittings isn’t easy on your own, even for him. At first they are a little awkward around each other trying not to get in each other’s way, but as Sarah brings the drinks up they relax. Between the two of them they crack on nicely, laughing as they go, the conversation flowing naturally.
“So, do you have a girlfriend?” Sarah asks then hastily adds, “Sorry if that’s too personal!”. Ben replies, “No, not at the moment, I’m between relationships, haha” and he blushes a little.
He has been trying so hard not to stare at her tits all evening he realises he may have been smiling a little too intensely at her face and he worries he’s made her uncomfortable. But then she seems to relax again and returns his smile. “Oh that’s a shame, I’m sure it won’t be long until you have another lucky girl” she teases.
They are sat on the floor, Sarah up on her knees while she’s screwing in the kastamonu escort screws, ‘lucky screws’ Ben thinks to himself. Right at this moment, there is no way any 18 year old girl could hold a candle to this amazing woman. At that moment Sarah drops the screwdriver and bends over to pick it up. Ben can’t take his eyes off her, she’s just a few feet away from him bent over with her ass basically wiggling in his direction. She’s wearing a short skirt and the position she is in gives him a glimpse of her panties, from between her legs to a few inches up. He feels his cock start to stiffen and it takes all his composure to stop it becoming a raging hard-on. She eventually sits back down and continues screwing.
Ben says, “look, why don’t you let me finish that, you go and get the next lot of beers?”. She agrees and hands him the screwdriver. As she hands it over, their hands meet, the touch of her skin on his makes his heart spike and he senses her breathing change. He watches her chest heaving in her low cut top as she keeps her hand in place, touching his. She gazes into his eyes and he feels like there’s something she wants to say but can’t. And a million things go through his head that he wants to say to her but he knows he never could.
Sarah stands up and goes back downstairs. What on earth does she think she’s doing? Yes, she needed help with the furniture but she has plenty of people she could have asked. She’s playing with fire here and she knows it. He’s absolutely no idea how sexy he is, the number of times she’s wanted to kiss him this evening, and just now when their hands were touching. The tension is thick and heavy in the air. For an eighteen year old he is so easy to talk to, to spend time with. He’s so knowledgeable and intellectual. She grabs the beer from the fridge and gets herself a can of coke, she needs to try to keep a clear head right now. She holds the kayseri escort can to her forehead, hoping the coldness of the can will help her to regain control of herself.
Heading back upstairs she can see he’s all done. Ben takes the beer from her hand and looks at her stood in the doorway. She’s leaning on the frame, her hair a little messy, but looking so sexy. She tucks a lock of her hair behind her ear and smiles. “Thanks Ben, you’ve been a lifesaver, I’m sorry to take up your evening like this”. “It’s been my pleasure”, Ben replies, “honestly, any time”.
They finish the beer and Sarah walks him to the door. She stops him a few feet away and says “Sorry if this is too much, but I just wanted to say how much I appreciated your company this evening. My husband is away a lot”. Sarah sighs, “It feels like he’s away more than he’s home to be honest”. She looks at the floor, Ben is fighting the urge to put his arms around her. He manages to limit himself to just reaching out to touch her arm and says “If you ever need me for anything, you only have to ask, I’m only next door”. Sarah picks up her phone, unlocks it and hands it to him. “Why don’t you give me your phone number, then I don’t have to ask your mum all the time?” and giggles. Ben enters his number and then hands it back to her. Sarah thanks him and again says “Same here though, If there’s anything I can do for you, you only have to ask. Anytime, I mean it”.
He goes towards the front door, opens it and she moves behind him, again reaching for his arm but catching his hand. They both look into each others eyes and sparks undeniably fly between them until Sarah looks away. “See you soon lovely” she says, as he leaves the house.
He immediately goes back to the summer house. Oh my god, what just happened. There is no way he’s imagining this. She’s so hot for him, he’s sure of it. But that doesn’t mean she’ll act on it though, does it?
Ben sits back in his chair. He needs to stop thinking like this. He turns his attention back to the computer, maybe playing some games for a while will take his mind off it. He loads up a game and starts to play. After frustratingly dying three times in a row, something flashed in the corner of his eye attracting his attention…