Just after I turned nineteen the elderly couple next door sold up and moved to a retirement home. My family had always got along well with them and we were quite sorry to see them go and wondered what the new neighbours would be like.
Due to circumstances there wasn't a fence between the two properties. The main reason for this was that the fence had been very elderly and in need of replacement, but neither my parents or the couple next door were in a rush to pay for a new one. Then came this really nasty storm and instead of a fence we had a pile of lumber scattered around the yard.
After the junk had been carted to the tip my father came to an agreement with our neighbours. We wouldn't rebuild the fence just yet, not seeing any real need for it. On top of that my father told the Morrisons that when we mowed our lawns we'd also do theirs. (Easy for him to promise that as he wasn't the one who did the actual mowing. That was my job.)
The new neighbours moved in and they seemed reasonable people. At least the parents did. They also had a daughter, Naomi. She was eighteen, blonde, hazel eyes, excellent figure, and an overweening opinion of herself.
I met her the Saturday after they moved in. Our grass was getting a bit long and I was mowing the lawn. Out of habit I just kept going and moved onto the neighbour's lawn. I was about half way through when Naomi came storming out.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she demanded.
I looked at her, looked down at the mower, and looked around at the half cut lawn.
"It's called mowing the lawn," I told her. "It's where you get a machine called a motor-mower," I indicated said mower, "and run it over the grass to trim it to a short length. Sort of like giving the ground a haircut."
She gave me a very nasty look. I could see we going to get along fine, like a belligerent cat and dog.
"No-one asked you to," she snapped. "We're not paying you for work we didn't ask for."
Seeing my pay rate was zero dollars I thought they could probably afford it but if they didn't want to that was fine by me. A lot less work.
"If that's what you want," I said agreeably.
"It is, now push off," she snapped, which I thought was just plain rude.
I turned and headed towards my own yard, muttering just loud enough for her to hear.
"Trust a blonde bimbo to stiff a guy of his pay. Probably won't give me a tip either."
I won't say what she replied to that but it wasn't polite.
My father, old eagle-eye himself, naturally spotted the half mown condition of the neighbour's lawn and queried me on the matter. I simply told him that I'd started to mow it from habit and Naomi requested that I not do so. He simply nodded and that was the end of the subject.
That meeting set the tone for my association with Naomi. Whenever we met she was all hissing and claws, quick with the insults. I, for my part, was most forbearing, not deigning to stoop to the petty insults she so freely bandied about. Mind you, I might have hinted that a person of her poor intelligence was to be pitied, but I didn't actually say so. Also it was from a sense of genuine concern when I asked her if she really ought to go swimming.
"Why on earth wouldn't I?" she asked.
"Oh, it's just that silicon has a greater density than natural fat," I told her, "and the extra weight might pull you down."
I happened to be looking at her very prominent chest when I gave her that bit of advice, subsequent to which I learnt a lot about my ancestry, none of it good.
After our two families had known each other for a while it turned out that both sets of parents had several common interests. Football was one of them. They all followed the same team. For some reason I just wasn't interested in football. I preferred more cerebral games, belonging to a chess club and doing quite well in tournaments. Not a Grand Master, or even close, but not too bad. I also preferred gymnastics for my exercise. Again, not a champion, but quite good.
One Saturday afternoon both sets of parents were going jointly to the football. I was staying home, where I would first mow the lawn and then hook up with some friends on the internet for a few games. The parents were all getting into their cars when I started up the mower. Naomi's father looked at me and then came over.
"Tony, twenty bucks if you do my lawns, too," he said.
"Deal," I said, holding out my hand.
He slapped twenty into it, the cars departed and I got to work.
I did both front lawns quite quickly and then moved around to the back. I naturally did my own lawn first and started on the neighbours. I'd got about a quarter of that done when Naomi came storming out of the house.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she demanded.
Déjà vu. What did she think I was doing?
"It's called mowing the lawn," I said. "I'm sure we've discussed this before. You know, mower, grass, haircut."
"I don't recall asking you to mow the lawn, dickhead," she snapped. "I do recall telling you not to do it. Why are you here?"
"Well, when you get right down to it, it's not your lawn. It's your father's, and he's already paid me to mow. That's the way it goes, I guess. You pout and scream and the adults go about their business in a polite manner, achieving the desired results, which in this case will be a mown lawn."
Now there wasn't really anything she could take offence to in my reply. Not really. I may have sounded a little condescending but nine out of ten people would just ignore that. Naomi was the tenth. Would you believe that she tried to slap me? Not a gentle slap but a full bodied swing that would really let me know I'd been slapped. Not wanting to be slapped I moved my face away from the path of her hand.
Naomi stumbled around when her hand met no resistance and I have to admit that I helped her stumbling by delivering a light smack to her bottom as she staggered. Unfortunately it was just enough to make her lose her balance and she went down onto her hands and knees.
"Now, now," I chided her. "Let's keep it civilized. No fighting is the order of the day."
She climbed back onto her feet, giving me a death stare while she did it. She didn't say anything, she just attacked.
If a cat attacks a dog then the cat is in for a bad day if the dog chooses to fight. If a cat attacks a dog that is three times its size, stronger, and faster, then the cat is an idiot.
That was Naomi at this point. I easily avoided her attacks, finally tripping her so she fell back down onto the grass, with me taking the time to cushion and guide her fall. This resulted in me lying on top of her, holding her arms above her head, with her unable to do anything but writhe underneath me.
In hindsight it was probably unwise for her to writhe about like that. I was suddenly acutely aware of this nice soft female form rubbing itself against me. Her legs were parted so her groin was actually rubbing against mine, with predictable results where my groin was concerned.
Her dress had ridden up, bunched up around her waist and showing all. At least all but what was covered be a very tiny pair of panties. Sometimes when temptation comes the correct thing is to fall for it.
I shifted my grip on her wrists so that they were both held in one of my hands. My free hand dropped down and a finger slid under the crotch of her panties, pulling them away and to the side, leaving them bunched to the side of her vulva.
"Don't you fucking dare," she yelled at me, following it up with a string of threats. For my part I was simply pushing my trousers down, freeing myself for the coming action.
I shifted position slightly, lifting my hips up, and then guided myself into position so I was pressing against her lips. A little bit of gentle manipulation and I was in position to start pushing in.
Naomi was twisting about again, trying to get out from under, but it wasn't going to happen. She was glaring at me and I just smiled back and gave her a wink. That seemed to make her even madder. She paused in her twisting about for a moment and I promptly gave a little push, starting my journey to bliss.
She was hot and wet and I didn't really have too much trouble entering her. Yes, she was tight and trying to stop me, but her passage seemed well lubricated and each time I pushed I slipped a little deeper inside her. Actually, I wasn't too surprised to find her wet and ready. A fight and a bit of force can do that to some people.
Her resistance suddenly collapsed. She stopped struggling and as I pushed in a little deeper she lifted her hips, pushing up to meet me, with the result that I slid fully home before I was expecting it, not that I was objecting.
I held myself like that while I reached for the buttons on the front of her dress and started undoing them. I could see she wanted to protest but I could also see that she knew it wouldn't do any good. I smiled at her again.
"I am of the firm belief that these are a pair of nature's natural wonders," I told her, my hand going inside her dress and cupping a breast. "Now if you'll excuse me."
I pushed her bra up off her breasts, lifting up slightly so I could enjoy the sight of them. My hand glided over them, feeling the hard nubs of her erect nipples.
"Delightful," I told her, meaning it most sincerely.
"I though you though they were falsies," she snapped.
"Not for a moment," I assured her. "You stand too naturally to have enhancements."
I bent and kissed each breast and then sighed.
"Time is passing and I still have the lawn to mow. As much as I enjoy just lying here like this I think it's time to get the show on the road."
I started a slow rhythmic rocking, pulling back and surging forward again, finding Naomi quite quick to match my movements. Now that we actually getting into things I felt it safe to release her wrists, still ready to catch them again if she tried anything untoward. She didn't, just leaving her hands above her head, arching her back slightly to press her breasts against my eager hands, while continuing her share of the rhythm of love.
I had no idea if Naomi had been a virgin or not but I suspected not. Either that or she had a marvellous natural talent. I was idly aware of her legs coming up to wrap around my waist, and our rhythm just kept on going. I was in no hurry to finish this and she didn't seem to be either.
Eventually it registered with me that Naomi was getting restless. There was an increased urgency in the way she was moving under me. I decided to pick things up a notch and did so, with Naomi eagerly matching the increased pace. It still didn't seem to be enough for her so I upped the pace yet again, and I was now driving long hard thrusts into her, with her gasping and pushing urgently to meet me, a soft mewling sound escaping her.
Deciding that it was now or never, and it certainly wasn't going to be never, I cut loose, doing my best to force her to her climax, and it turned out that my best was enough for the task.
She gave a wail and climaxed, her legs flying high to release me while at the same time her passage clamped down around me, doing her best to milk me dry. Not that I was objecting, giving her all I had.
I rolled off her and we lay side by side for a few moments.
"Take off your clothes," I told her.
"I will not. Why would I?"
"I want to see you naked. I want to be able to look at you and admire you while I finish mowing the lawn, with you knowing that as soon as I have finished I'm going to play with you again. I want to experiment and see how you react to different positions before letting you choose one so that I can make love to you again."
"You're crazy. We don't even like each other. We fight all the time."
"What makes you think that? All the little tiffs that we've had were just foreplay leading up to today. Now that we've gone this far it's only right that we should explore a little bit more, just to make sure it wasn't a one off crazy deal."
I continued smiling at her. She was going to do it, even if she didn't know it yet. I was willing to lay odds that she'd want a chance to be on top, controlling the action. I certainly wouldn't mind her doing that.