My Very Good Neighbour

Debbie took a shower slipped into the little nightie and then lay down in her bed. She’d not been lying there for very long when she heard the back door being opened and then closed. She heard footsteps on the stairs and the murmur of voices and sat up pulling her sheet up to her chin.

She stared in terror as her door slowly opened and a dark head peeped around.

“God Mr. Groves you frightened me.” She felt the rush of relief, which was ironic considering the things she knew he wanted to do to her.

He closed the door and came over to the bed where he switched on the lamp. He perched on the edge of her bed and eyed her seriously.

“Now then Debbie.” He said quietly. “I’ve brought a visitor with me tonight.”

Debbie looked at the door in panic and sat up further to protest.

“Calm down Debbie.” Mr. Groves snapped. “He’s a friend of mine and I owe him a favour.”

“What’s that got to do with me?” she asked resentfully.

He gave an exasperated little sigh. “If I lend you to him for a little while then I’m clear on the favour.”

Debbie frowned and opened her mouth to talk. “And Debbie,” Mr. Groves jumped in before she could speak, “this will be one of your sessions done.”

He’d told her they’d have twelve sessions together and this would be their third leaving nine to do. “Two sessions.” She bargained.

Mr. Groves scowled. “And you’ll leave me alone for the rest of the weekend.” She finished toughly.

His scowl deepened. “Two sessions.” He nodded. “But I get a turn when my friend is done.”

Debbie studied him for a moment and then nodded. “All right, but no games, no funny stuff, and most definitely no blow job.” She said with distaste.

He sighed again and then nodded. “But I’m not letting you off on Sunday; you can have tomorrow to yourself.”

“But mum’s having her annual summer party on Sunday.” She argued.

Mr. Groves nodded his head again. “Yes I remember; I have plans for that.”

“What?” she frowned.

“We’ll discuss it later Debbie.” He...