1. The Neiborliness of Andrea Williams


    Date: 9/16/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Author: Mario Caliente, Rating: 66.7, Source: sexstories.com

    preparing dinner. As a six year old, Megan wasn’t really a lot of help, but Andrea was very pleased with her for wanting to help, and gave her some uncritical chores to do to keep her interested and encouraged. In the middle of preparing a chicken casserole, Andrea was beating eggs in a bowl when her cell phone rang. She carried the bowl and continued beating the eggs as she walked to where her phone was resting on a counter to check the caller ID. She saw the ID by the third ring and froze in mid stroke with the egg beater, which fell from her hand into the bowl. She needed to have a hand free so that she could run it through her hair. The phone rang a fourth time and then a fifth as Andrea stood there indecisively. Mark called from the family room to ask if she was going to answer it. Tentatively, she picked up the phone and hit the green icon. “Hi, Michelle.” She meant her voice to be light, cheery, upbeat, but was afraid as soon as she spoke that she had been unsuccessful. She could hear the fear in her own voice. “It’s Brandon.” The voice on the other end was soft, almost as fear laden as her own had been. Andrea gasped. She glanced at her daughter and saw that the girl was looking at her. She turned and walked quickly toward the door leading to the garage, out of earshot of her curious daughter. “Brandon!” she whispered hoarsely into the phone. “What is it?” The voice on the other end was tentative. “I…I just wanted to say…” Andrea waited a long moment for him to finish ...
    his sentence. When he did not, she prompted him: “Say what, Brandon?” “I…I liked what we did….” Andrea gasped for a second time. She looked around furtively to make sure that no one was within earshot, then turned again with her back to the kitchen. “Brandon…” she said, but her voice trailed off. Her knees had gone weak on her. She had spent the entire afternoon relentlessly scolding herself for being such a bad person and swearing that she would never again make such a foolish mistake as she had that morning with her neighbor’s teenage son, but suddenly all of that resolve melted like a handful of snow in hell. “I did too, Brandon.” Her voice was but a whisper into the phone. There was then a long, pregnant pause on the line, at last broken by the woman: “Would you…” she started to say, but paused to look around once again to make sure she was alone, something that in her household was often difficult to be. “Would you…like to do it again?” Her heart pounded in her chest as she said it. After the briefest of hesitations, the boy spoke. “Yes.” Andrea had to support herself by holding on to the wall. What was there about this seventeen-year-old boy that enthralled her so? “Me, too, Brandon. Listen, I can’t talk now. We’ll talk later, okay?” “Okay.” “Brandon, this is our little secret, you know that, don’t you?” “Yes.” But then paranoia struck and caused Andrea to freeze. Could it be that he was recording the call as proof that she had molested him? Could Michelle be listening ...
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