My name is John, and I'm twenty-one years old and live with my parents outside the Bay Area of California. I grew up here, and my private or sex life has not been vanilla. I had some adventures with some cheerleaders that went out of control. I was able to get back to everyday life for a while. This story is about how I disappeared for some time without anyone knowing.
We lived in a house in an older neighborhood. Some of the places were two stories with a basement. The basements were built into the hillside. Most families I knew used them for their kid's rooms because the noise was lessened underground.
Our next-door neighbors, the Jones, were a lovely older couple with an older daughter, whom I rarely saw. The Jones were friendly and active until the end of my schooling. The daughter showed up, and things changed. She moved them to a care facility since the big house was too expensive.
Dede was the daughter's name, and she was mid to late forties. She was of average height and weight. Dede had a curvy body, including a round plump ass and forty DD tits. She had fiery red hair but always wore it up in buns. I will say she was never friendly, always had a stick up her ass. My parents always told me to be nice and friendly; it never mattered.
I had worn out my welcome at home, and my parents told me I needed to move out and start my own life. They decided to go on a two-week cruise, and I was to watch the house while they were gone. I was also instructed to find where I would live once they got home. I was going to school part-time and had no real job then. Now, I needed to get some money and a place to stay.
The day my parents left, I was helping them load the car. Dede was standing, staring at us.
My dad said, "Don't let him have raging parties while we are gone."
Dede folded her arms, turned, and walked back into her house. I needed to relax and get my mind off the situation, so I rode a bike. I was out for a couple of hours on my bike. I was tired and frustrated with my parents. Suddenly, Dede was standing next to our house and scared the crap out of me.
Dede said, "What are you doing?"
"Shit, Dede give me a break; I was biking. Do you have a problem with that?" I said.
That was the wrong thing to say. Dede rushed into my face and stood with her breasts rubbing into me. Her eyes were black, and she looked straight ahead, almost through me.
She said, "Who do you think you are to ever speak to me like that? I'll destroy you like a bug."
My heart was racing, and I felt faint and scared. I licked my lips a few times, and in a quiet voice, I responded, "Sorry, please forgive me."
She just stared at me and said nothing. Dede turned and walked to her front door as I stood watching. Then she turned and yelled at me, "You should do some work for me to make up for your behavior."
I put my bike down and walked over to her door. She stood motionless, watching my every move. I asked her what she meant by that. She explained that my parents did want to hear how rude I was while they had just started their vacation. I pleaded with her not to tell them since she had their emergency phone number. Then she explained that she needed help to organize and clean out her parent's things. Most of which were in the basement with boxes. Dede said she would pay me twenty-five dollars an hour until she no longer needed me.
We stood there, not saying a word but just having a staring contest. I look at her eyes, deep dark, and I seem to get lost in them. I noticed a smell that began to get stronger the longer I stood there. I started to breathe in more profound drawing in the fragrance. I found myself feeling a little drunk, my thoughts being scrambled. Dede looked at me and sneered. I blinked my eyes and shook it off. I told her I'd do it.
She turned to go back into the house, and I caught sight of her round ass. It was fitted into the jeans, and each sculpted cheek was big enough for two hands to grab. I stared only for a moment. But it was the first time I looked at her sexually. I was shocked that I took this long to notice her body and attractiveness.
I walked away and heard her tell me if I ever looked at her again like that, I would live to regret it. She had her back to me; she could not have known I looked at her. I returned to my house to prepare for my work and whatever I had to do to be paid. I soon forgot about those thoughts of her and just thought of money. A few hours later, I wore an old T-shirt and jeans with boots, not knowing the work involved.
I walked over and rang the bell. Dede opened the door and informed me I was late. I looked at my phone; it was only five minutes past the hour. That was a little neurotic, but I am here to make money. She showed me in, and we walked down the stairs to the lower level. My house layout is very similar, so I was familiar with it.
In the large part of the lower level, dozens of boxes and piles of things. Dede told me I needed to sort the items and pack them in boxes while labeling them. Some items were to be sold, and others were given away to charities. Once I got the boxes filed, I needed to put them up in the garage, where they would be removed. I looked over towards the door to a large area we have as a bedroom with a bath. I walked over to check how much stuff was in there. It was a newer, heavy door and was locked.
Dede snapped at me and told me never to open or go in that room. I was there to work, and I'll do what it takes, any work. I offered to help with whatever she had there. She stepped in front of me and sternly stared.
Dede spoke, "That room is none of your business; stay out."
I was shocked at her approach to me. She was so mad and adamant at the same time. I thought that whatever you wanted me to do was her money. I started moving the boxes around and organizing the tape and pens. She stood at the doorway with her hands on her hips, watching me. I started near the door for more room to move around.
"Stop for now. Come back tomorrow at 6 pm. You will work for only four hours, then stop and repeat every day until I have no more use for you," she said.
I responded, "Okay, but I just started. Don't you want me to keep working?"
Dede suddenly got very upset and told me I would listen to her requests and follow her instructions. I thought I better go and leave her to her unhappy self. I went to grab my phone but couldn't find it, so Dede handed it to me. Huh, she must have picked it up for me.
I left and went home. That night, I had the strangest dreams about the house and Dede. I kept seeing Dede standing in the doorway with a blinding light behind her and the door opening and closing. I woke in the middle of the night, gasping for air and sweating. I got up early for my class and then met a buddy for lunch; all I thought about was my dream. I couldn't shake the thoughts in my mind.
I arrived on time and knocked on the door. The laces of my boots were untied, and I knelt to tie them. The door opened when I finished tying, and that fragrance hit me again. I slowly looked up, and there she stood—high lace-up heels with a tight, revealing dress on. The dress was bright aqua green with two slits on her hips. My eyes were fixated on her, never seeing her in this way before. The look on her face was almost in disgust.