One good deed deserves another (closed to tanyastoes)

Adrian sighed as the desktop beeped three times, and the screen went blue, displaying the Blue Screen of Death yet again.

He was out of ideas.

The Desktop was a couple of years old, and the inside covered with dust. Despite using the Hoover to Hoover up most of the dust, it was still grimy, and very hot even with the inners exposed to the cooler room. The PC was beyond repair; or at least economical repair.

He reached for his phone and started to type a message.

"Mrs Goodhead, sorry but the prognosis of your PC is not good"

A few moments later, Adrian stood up, and walked to the front door, looking through the security peephole.

He saw Mrs Goodhead, in her blue summer dress, the longish skater skirt blowing in the breeze; her décolletage obscured by a pearl necklace; the fabric of her dress taught across her fuller breasts..

Moments later, the door opens as he invited her into his abode.

"Hello Mrs. Goodhead." speaking with a tone of doom in his voice. "Come right in please."

"Ah, Adrian, it doesn't sound that good...." She sighed as the realisation that she has to buy her daughter a new PC hits home. "And please call me Brenda" as she slipped past him into the hall way, and followed Adrian to his study/work shop area behind the garage.

Adrian looked a the blue screen of death, before turning to face her.

"It isn't happy Brenda, I suggest that either the motherboard or CPU are damaged some how. Those are the only two things that I can not remove for fault finding...."

He looked at her, his neighbour as she contemplated the bad news

"So you cant repair it?" she asked despairingly

"I probably can, but it wouldn't be worth the effort. For your daughter's video editing; she would be better off with something more modern anyway."

A look of despair crosses my face.

"This is all my fault I'm afraid." I sigh. "I supposed if you are gonna help me, I need to be honest." I turn to face you, placing my hand on your knee. "My daughter had her video editing project on here. Sometimes, I borrow her computer when she is at school." I bite my lip. "Today I was..." I look down, "I was looking at a pornographic website when this happened."

My face flushes red and my eyes rise to meet yours. "I'm so embarrassed."

She sighed further as she continued. "Ella has asked for a new PC for a while, but I have no idea what she needs, or more importantly if I can afford it at this time.

I looked into Adrian's face, desperate.
"There must be something you can do. I mean, you know all about computers right?" I stand and bend over the keyboard right next to you. I begin trying to click around with the mouse.
You can't help but notice the pale expanse of my freckled cleavage right next to your face. You glance down quickly. My heaving chest is almost close enough to lick. You can smell the heady sweetness of my perfumed skin right under your nose. Your eyes dart back to the screen.
"What about like reformatting? Won't that get us back into the file Ella needs?" I say, oblivious.

"Brenda the Desktop is history, it is not worth the effort? Would you spend $4000 to repair a $2000 car?" He turned to meet her eyes, her breasts heaving as she inhaled deeply, clearly anxious about her daughter's failing PC, and what it will mean to her studies at college.

"Well no, no I wouldn't," I say still processing. "I don't understand how the whole thing can be fried." I shake my head. "I trust you though and if you say its not worth salvaging, then I believe you. But I can't afford a whole new computer. I probably can't even afford to pay you in cash for what you've done to diagnose my stupid mistake." I pull out my phone with a sigh. "I suppose I should call Ella..."

He looks at Brenda, full of anguish, despair...

"Lets make us a coffee and discuiss the options Brenda. Follow me."

He led them into the large kitchen, the back door open allowing the summer air to fill the kitchen.

"Please take a seat..."

Adrian started to prime the coffee machine, the sound of coffee beans being ground, steam frothing the milk, and before long two large lattes were placed on the table.

"So Ella needs a Video editing machine.... The best on the market now is the Apple Desk top with the 5K display...."

He reached for his tablet, and soon had the model on the screen, presenting it to her; the £2,500 price tag clearly obvious.

As Brenda took the table, Adrian sat on the chair next to her, and sipped his coffee; glancing at her over the rim of his cup.

"Wow, this thing really is the creme-de-la-creme," I say scanning the specs. "Ella would absolutely love this. I be she could really excel with this kind of machine." After a few moments of scrolling, I chuckle.
"Here, let me just get my magic genie out of my ass!" I smile, putting my hands on my hips. "Or I suppose the local Best Buy just throws these out at the end of the day if no one buys them. Seriously, Adrian, how would I ever afford this?"
I walk over to the coffee table and bend over with my back to you to hunt through my purse. "My asshole ex fucked me over so bad in the divorce. I pay most of the kids' expenses, but he shafts me on the child support and is off running around with women half his age," I say absently, almost complaining to myself. "I think I have almost $250 in here somewhere..."

As Brenda bent over to look through her bag, she gave her younger neighbor a view of her bum, her muscular legs, toned and well shaped.

The whole situation reminded him of a story he once read on a erotic site, a story along the lines of the flick 'Indecent Proposal'

His eyes opened wide as the idea, thought entered his head.

"He coudn't, could he?"

His daring side said "sure why not?2

Brenda turned round and walked back to the table, with her purse, barely enough to buy a tablet, yet alone the top of the range mac.

he watched her sit back at the table, as he flicked through the macs on display.

"Well that is the crème de la crème Brenda, a windows machine would be almost half the price and have more disk space...."

"So more disk space, that's good right? Still, at half the price, there's NO WAY I could afford it." I look closer into your eyes, seeing a calculating spark there. "Adrian, do you have an idea?"
A smile spreads across my lips as I step back over to you. "I can tell your mind is up to something, and I don't think its the Windows option. Spit it out..."

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Adrian blushed as Brenda obviously had caught his calculating mind at work.

He sipped his coffee as he glanced over her. Brenda was about ten years older than himself and his wife, but was still well rather fuckable; as was Ella. He closed his eyes as he remembered them on News Years eve six months or so ago, both of them in their cock tail dresses... The only down side to that evening was the twat that Ella brought as her guest.

"Well Brenda, you suggest that you cant afford to buy the Apple Mac?"

Brenda just scorned at him as she shook her head side to side.

"Maybe you can, if you are prepared to think outside the box Brenda..."

He stood up and walked to the coffee machine and started to make another coffee for them, he needed to keep his hands busy to hide his nerves

"Adrian, you are being coy." I come over to you at the coffee maker. "I know you care about me and my daughter. You have always been a huge help since my ex left. Your wife has been like a sister to me." I take your hands in mine.
"Tell me what is on your mind..." my eyes plead with you.

Adrian gulps as he pulls his hands away, suddenly having second thoughts about his plan, as spontaneous it was, he was losing his courage.

He met her eyes as she looked at him, some how wanting to help her daughter....

"Brenda,.... I am prepared to help you buy Ellla that Mac.... but well I would want you to help me in return."

"Anything Adrian. You've been a wonderful friend to Ella and me. Just tell me what you are thinking?"

He sat back at the table and reached for the tablet, as he felt Brenda stand close to him. He brought the tablet back to live, and in front of Brenda, he added the mac to his basket, together with some essential accessories.

As he did so, he felt a tension develop in the room, as Brenda watched every movement of his fingers on that screen.

Finally he turned to face her.....

"Adrian, you know I can't pay for that." A chill creeps up my spine watching the look on your face.

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Adrian stood up and walked over to the window, looking out at the green garden bathed in the summer's sun.

"You can pay for it Brenda, if yo are prepared to think out side the box?... So Brenda, are you prepared to help me if I help you and Ella?"

Adrian looked at Brenda as she sat at the table, the items in the basket on the tablet.

"Well " after a tension filled moment.

"Well... of course I'll help you. You've been so good to us. What can I do?"

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Adrian looked at Brenda, her breasts rising and falling with each breath, the white skin, the little freckles contrasting with the royal blue of her summer dress.

He inhaled deeply.....

"I'd Like some help with a fantasy Brenda"

"Hmmm, a fantasy..." my mind races.

"wha-what kind of fantasy?" I say nervously, fidgeting.

Adrian gulps as he hears the nerves n Brenda's voice, the slight shaking of her hand.

She has obviously twigged, or at least suspects that it is something outside the normal, possibly sexual....

He inhaled deeply.....

"I've often wondered what it would be like to sleep with the mother of some one whom I've slept with....." He inhaled deeply, knowing their friendship will be changed for ever. "After all she is more alluring than her daughter."

He looked at Brenda, all signs of confidence out of the window, as he gulped, the realisation that he had crossed the bounds of decency.

My brain works to process what Adrian is saying. Is he implying he wants to sleep with me? That would mean... he fucked my Ella?!
I feel the blood rush to my face. The room starts to flash red behind my eyes. Without a conscious thought, I step across the space separating us and wind my hand back.

__SLAP__

I slap your face with a force I didn't know I had.

In the split second silence that follows, my mind races.
Did he really fuck Ella?!
Why didn't she tell me?!
Now he actually wants to have me too?!

It also occurs to me that Adrian prolly could have caught my hand or dodged, but he LET me smack him. On the face. HARD.

Suddenly, a deep fear gripped my heart. Secretly, I felt myself becoming aroused.

tanyastoes said:

My brain works to process what Adrian is saying. Is he implying he wants to sleep with me? That would mean... he fucked my Ella?!
I feel the blood rush to my face. The room starts to flash red behind my eyes. Without a conscious thought, I step across the space separating us and wind my hand back.

__SLAP__

I slap your face with a force I didn't know I had.

In the split second silence that follows, my mind races.
Did he really fuck Ella?!
Why didn't she tell me?!
Now he actually wants to have me too?!

It also occurs to me that Adrian prolly could have caught my hand or dodged, but he LET me smack him. On the face. HARD.

Suddenly, a deep fear gripped my heart. Secretly, I felt myself becoming aroused.

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Adrian saw Brenda;s almost porcelain white flesh go almost crimson in a moment. She stood up, and walked, nor marched purposefully across the room, approaching him.

He saw her wrist rise, and his immediate action was to catch it. But nope, his proposal deserved what he was about to receive...

He braced himself as he felt the full force on his cheek, glowing with the pain. He resisted the temptation to soothe it with his own hand, as she stood there....

The room descended into silence, as he looked at her, suddenly realising her nipples might just be forming little cones against the fabric of her bra, her dress.

"I guess I deserved that Brenda?" he offered moments later, wanting to break the eerrie silence in the room, only broken by a bird song coming through the open back door.

I feel my breath coming hard and quick. The red blaze in my head fades, but my heart rate is still high. My blood is still pounding in my temples.
"When did you sleep with my daughter?"

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He looked at his neighbour, about ten years older than him.

His face was still stinging from the slap, but he manged to refrain from soothing it with his fingers...

"why do you ask Brenda? She is old enough to make her own decisions, even if they are a tad foolish...."

Adrian sipped his coffee before continuing "But apparently I was her second best fuck.... "

"Remember when I was in London for a couple of weeks a few months ago?"

"I remember," I say as I pull out my phone. I begin typing an email to Ella. Hopefully she can refute this terrible lie. My innocent college daughter sleeping with a married man. Our neighbor no less. Then your thoughts sink in.
"Wait, her second best?" I look up at you.

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"Brenda, calling her will cause more problems than it will solve...."

"But I was there with work, and she came down for a couple of days, staying in the hotel with me..... I had booked a twin room.... Still have the receipt!"

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"Wait, her second best?" I look up at you.

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"apparently so, but I have no idea who the other one was, or even is....."

Adrian smiled as he saw some confusion in her voice.... "But I sense we are both older than her lovers, or her fucks so far...... "

He looked at her breasts again, whilst not fully errect, he thought, the outline of them were more promiant than a few minutes ago.."

"So......?"