The town I live in is a tight knit community; we all know each other (our kids were at one of the two schools, our friends are the current and/or the former teachers) and we all know each other’s business. The only thing is that I have to chuckle about this is because despite living here for 2/3 of my life, I recently learned that this town is about 20 odd square miles; yet we don’t have our own post office nor our own fire department nor police department BUT once our middle schoolers graduate from 8th grade, they can choose from two different high schools; one is in the county where our town actually is located in and the other is in the county right next door because our mailing addresses are in the other county. On a side note, this panned out for me for the community college and the state college I went to; both are in the county where my mailing address is so I was not only able to receive the in state “discount”…..I was also able to receive the in county “discount” for both colleges. That’s besides the point.
I’m 38 and lived here for 28 years; out of all those years, one of our next door neighbors stayed the same. Nice slightly older guy named…..Brick. Brick is in his mid to late 60s, nice, respectful of his next door neighbors and other neighbors on our street, well respected in our town and other local communities due to owning/running his own business for approximately 30 years (previously with his parents before they died) and all around decent human.
Anyways….Brick came over and asked if I was able to help him out with a job at his home; he needed someone who had small hands. I looked at my relatives and we all nodded our heads yes so I told Brick that I’m more than happy to help but I needed a minute to grab my mask (my relatives and I are all vaccinated against Covid but not sure if Brick is; even if he was, we don’t know if he was in contact with someone who was infected). I go inside, grab my cell phone and my mask; I wave to my relatives to let them know that I was going over to Brick’s.
*The unfortunate side of everyone knowing everything in a small knit community is this community lives in a valley; any louder voice than an “inside” voice is amplified and people within a few miles of you can hear you. My relatives and I wave at each other outside to get each other’s attention and then walk over to each other; we’re pretty private people and don’t want everyone knowing everything*
Brick had made a disaster in his kitchen as he was adding hardware (handles/knobs) to his kitchen drawers and cabinets. He wanted me to hand him the nuts, bolts, spacers, screws, screwdrivers and whatever else he needed for the job. He tried to explain what was what but I had to interrupt him; I explained that growing up, my biological father, stepdad and maternal grandfather taught me somethings when I watched and I had asked questions; my brother more so when I worked for him as I asked and actually did the (easy) repair….I have a curious mind. He looked a little embarrassed that he assumed that I didn’t know and apologized and I said that I forgave him.
As we were working, we were talking and getting to know each other - my relatives know him better than I do as I was a child when we moved here - and he seemed pretty interested in what I was doing and what my interests were. He said that he thought that I was the princess while my sister was the tough one but now he realizes it was the other way around. We laughed as he raided his fridge and we had a few (10) beers between us.
He never married; he’d have a handful of girlfriends before he had a fiancé….he said she died but never said from what and I didn’t ask. He never wanted to marry anyone else but her and has girlfriends since her but they weren’t serious; they’d date for 12 to 18 months and he’d break up with them. He asked me if I had anyone special and I said no; I explained that it was difficult while working for my brother at the restaurant because of the long hours and working 6 days a week - sometimes 7 days a week if a holiday landed on a Sunday - and customers and staff were WAY off limits. I said that my brother laid me off in March 2020 due to Covid and how it would effect his business; I was full time, salaried and high risk….he’d beat himself up if I got sick. I said that I’ve been collecting unemployment and the stimulus checks but it’s nowhere near what I was getting when I was working. Just then I realized that not only was I bitching, it sounded like I was *begging* for money….which I promise you I was NOT at all; I was just bitching.
I immediately told Brick that I wasn’t asking for money. He said he knew and understood that I was just bitching. He laughed it off. He asked if I wanted a small job working for him; it would take a max of 6 to 8 minutes a week if I wanted. I asked what it was and he said it was to grab his mail for him on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays; I’d leave that day’s mail between the storm door and the ‘regular’ door on his back porch…. I said sure. He asked me for the proper spelling (and pronunciation) of my last name so that when he went to the bank to deposit cash in his business account, he’d deposit money in my account.
As we share the same bank and go to the same branch (can’t tell you how many times we’ve seen each other at that branch), told him that he could tell the teller that I’m his niece (what the hell would they know?) and that the money could be deposited into my checking account. He said that sounded great and that it works out well because I didn’t need to share any personal banking information with him (not even my closest of friends know any of my personal banking information!).
We finished up with the work and bull shitting, I start grabbing my phone and mask to start to head out. Brick stopped me and tells me the reason why he wanted me over; partly because he wanted company and partly because it’d been a little bit since he had sex. I giggled and said ok, explaining that I don’t suck and I don’t kiss during sex. He laughed and said it was NOT a problem for either one.
He guided me to the couch, we stripped, he asked me to stroke his penis for a moment or so, then he asked me to lean over the couch and spread my legs. He used his fingers to spread my apex, digitally enter me and massage enough to make me wet. Once I started moaning, he spread my legs a little further apart and entered my apex from behind.
Fuck me now. That first thrust was going to be the death of me….or so I thought. He kept pounding away, I was moaning and telling him to NOT stop; he surprises me by switching to different positions. My apex and I couldn’t handle this; I was moaning louder and louder….I had to find a pillow to bury my face in. It was a struggle as I was more into the pleasure than finding the pillow so I just focused on internally screaming.
Brick asked me if I was on any form of the pill and I said that yes I am and take it daily without fail. Seconds later, we explode together and I feel him shoot into me; he moans my name and then bites my back when he’s finished. He’s still hard and still very ready. We move to his bed and we fuck until he’d drained himself completely in me. We take a few seconds to catch our breath and then we get dressed. I get dressed pretty quickly and thank him for letting me help.
I text my relatives that I’m on my way home and that I helped Brick out with handles/knobs on his kitchen cabinets/drawers. About 15 seconds later, I walk into my garage and into the house. It hits me as I greet my relatives…..I’m on new medication for migraines; this medication decreases the effectiveness of hormonal birth control - what I take - and as I say hi to my relatives, they tell me that we’re having hot dogs, hamburgers, corn, potato salad and macaroni salad for dinner and Brick is coming over. I force myself to be cheerful and say “Ok!” I excuse myself to go take a shower.
Once in my room, I find an emergency contraceptive pill in my purse. I swallow it without any water and then go take a shower. It was a quick shower because I felt like the emergency contraceptive pill was stuck in my throat and I wanted ice water to chase it down.
As soon as I chug some water, here comes Brick walking into our fenced in backyard with more beer. I excuse myself quick to look up to see if I can drink any type of alcohol shortly after taking the emergency contraceptive but I couldn’t find anything. I cross my fingers and hope to crap that it’s ok. 🤞🏻🤞🏻🤞🏻
I suck it up and I actually enjoy sharing my family’s dinner with Brick. I don’t hate/dislike Brick but I just didn’t want to see him 15 minutes after having sex with him. I was hoping that it would be about a week - or maybe a month - before he and I interacted face to face again
