Unspoken Pleasure

It was a Saturday morning on a hot August day and Barbara Letti was slowly walking down the rich and elegant section of Porter West. All the houses here were expensive, big and well designed. They had big back yards and swimming pools. The grass here was green, the garden in the back produced delicious vegetables and the homes were guarded with top of line alarm systems. There weren’t any millionaires in the town of Porter West, however, the people who lived in this section, with their incredible homes, were living a hell of a lot more comfortably than all the other town residents.

Barbara was a block away from her destination: Don Arnold’s house. Don was one of the comfortable people in town. He was also Barbara’s old high school teacher. Back in June, two months ago, Don, known as Mr. Arnold at the time, had flunked her. He taught psychology and did an excellent job. But Barbara never had time to complete the assignments that were so time robbing. She almost cried when she saw the progress report the teacher handed to her.

After the class was over and her friends were gone, Barbara confronted Mr. Arnold and was able to convince him to pass her with a D. She was only able to convince him by making a deal. She said she would clean his house and do mindless chores until she went to college. She happily agreed to the terms. She graduated a week later and thought nothing of the deal she made until he called. At first she was hesitant, not really wanting to spend her last summer cleaning her teacher’s house and not really wanting to see the man so much. The same hour after the call, however, she was there. She cleaned his house and even fixed his lunch. Barbara was there for four hours, then she spent the rest of her day living a normal life.

Barbara learned to enjoy spending them four hours with Don Arnold. Once she got to know Don, she got really like him. He was cute for a forty year old man. His hair was still black, not yet giving in to the grayness of the elderly. His face was kind of attractive , muscular, but handsome. His chin and nose were built strong. His teeth were almost perfect. And he had a smile that could light up a room. Best of all, Don was tall. He was six foot five and over two hundred pounds of muscle. Since becoming interested in men so long ago, Barbara has always had a thing for tall men. She herself was only five foot eight and barely one hundred pounds, but something about looking up at a man from way below was sexy. So many nights she sat in her living room and watched the NBA basketball games, enjoying the tall, sexy men dribbled the basketball and glisten their muscular bodies with sweat. She loved the way they shined. It made her hot and wild and horny.

She approached Don’s front door and waited a few seconds before ringing the door bell. When she did ring the door she waited five minutes for Don to respond. He opened the door and welcomed her in.

The front room was spotless, the way she left it yesterday. She looked at the fifty-six inch TV, the DVD, the stereos displayed so carefully. There couches were all leather and were very comfortable to sit on. The walls were painted white and floor was covered with brown carpeting. She watched Don take a seat on the leather couch. The TV was off. He was reading a book by Ernest Hemingway.

“What will I be doing?” she asked.

“I need you to clean the kitchen today. The grass needs cutting in the backyard, but that can wait until tomorrow. If you wouldn’t mind though, I’d love for you to make me a few sandwiches for lunch and perhaps go to the store for me when that’s out of the way.”

“Okay,” she agreed.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

“The shopping list is the kitchen, on the table.” He put the book down. “And I want to thank you for helping me out.”

“It’s nothing,” she said. “If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have graduated.”

“Right you are. Right as rain, in fact. But I feel like I’m taking advantage of you. Today will be your last day if you wish. And if you don’t wish to leave by some miracle, then I’ll let you stay one condition.”

“What?”

“I presume that means you will stay. Fine. I’m actually glad. Well, the condition is that I pay you. I’ll pay twenty dollars an hour. It may be a bit much, but I have plenty of money.”

She argued with him for a few minutes, trying to make him lower the amount, but she lost. Besides, he argued his strongest, you will need the money for college. That was damn true. She went to the kitchen and did the dishes. They were only a few plates, a bowl and a couple of pots along with some scattered silverware. She finished in less than ten minutes.

“Barbara,” Don Arnold called from the front room. When she appeared by the kitchen doorway he spoke. “I almost forgot. I took a shower this morning and left some things in there. The whole room is a mess. Would you mind fixing it up?”

“Sure,” she smiled at him.

“You’re a sweetheart,” he complemented.

She went up the stairs to the bathroom. There were three rooms on this floor, not including the bathroom. Barbara didn’t clean any of the rooms, because she was never asked too. She knew the door at the end of hall was the master bedroom and not even Don went into that room anymore. She knew why too. Everyone in town did.

Barbara went into the bathroom and began to make things look presentable. While she worked she was thinking of Don’s former wife, Becky. Five years ago Becky had went to Famous Henry’s Bar and All Purpose Diner. A weird name, but a great place. It was located on the outskirts of Porter West. She drank too much and didn’t leave the bar until two in the morning. It was December, winter was coming and it had a temper that year. Turns out, Becky left in the heart of a blizzard. She drove her jeep, but controlling the monster vehicle was hell and a half. She kept the vehicle on the road for three miles, but sped the car up for some reason and lost control in the worst place. The Porter Bridge. She skid out of control in the mass of white evil and drove right over the bridge and ended up in the freezing river where she later was found frozen in her car. She suffered a great deal although nobody talked about it. People in town liked to think she died instantly, but everyone knew the truth.

Barbara put the dirty clothes in the hamper and went back downstairs. Since the list was already in her pocket and there was nothing else to do really, she decided to go to the store.

“I’ll go to the grocery store now,” Barbara said when she was at the last step.

Don turned around and smiled. “Super.” He took his wallet out from under the couch and handed her a one hundred dollar bill. “This should be more than enough. By yourself something if you wish.”

“Thank you,” Barbara said modestly. “See you in a little while.”

She purchased a carton of eggs, milk, Oreos, two loaves of bread and two boxes of cereal. Frosted Flakes and Corn Flakes. Apparently the man loves his flakes, she thought to herself. The grocery store was a mile away from Don’s house. Her house was only three blocks from the grocery store. So she ran home before going shopping. She went to the medicine cabinet and took two pills. Than she was gone. She patted her pocket softly and smiled. Don Arnold had been depressed for a long time now. The tragic and very sudden death of his wife had struck him a lot harder than anyone could have imagined. When he didn’t teach all did was read old books and watch TV. She could always notice tears in his eyes. Barbara suspected he thought about her often, making the pain worse. Today she would make him feel better. She had a plan. A good plan. By the end of the afternoon, Don Arnold was going to be changed for the better.

She didn’t knock when she reached came to the house fifteen minutes later. She’d been gone for an hour.

“I’m back,” she announced happily. Don was now watching TV, are so it seemed. Barbara suspected that the teacher didn’t even know anything about The Days of Our Lives, or any other soap opera for that matter. He was thinking of his wife again. She proved her own theory by looking at his eyes. She saw that his were indeed watery. “I’ll put this stuff away.”

“Thank you,” he said.

“Then I’ll fix your lunch.”

“Thanks again.”

“You sound like a broken record.”

She went to the kitchen and put the groceries away. She took out the ham, cheese, salami, turkey and chicken cold cuts and prepared his sandwiches. When she was done with that she poured him a glass of water and took the pills out of her pocket.

She went back to the living room. “Here, I took the liberty of bringing you your aspirin first.” She handed him the pills then the water. Without looking at the pills she put them in his mouth and swallowed them down with the water. Barbara had counted on him not looking at the pills. The game was on.

She went back to the kitchen and picked up his food. She was smiling now. She went back to the front room and gave him his lunch.

“You know me so well,” he said.

“I know,” she said. “Shall I prepare your bubble bath.”

“You know me a little to well.” He laughed at shook his head yes. “Thanks for putting up with me and my lazy ways. I get like this in the summer though.”

“I don’t mind.”

She walked up the stairs and turned on the water in the bathtub. While she prepared the bubble bath she wondered what could go wrong. He might get mad or tell her parents. He could get physical in a bad way, but she doubted that. There was a chance he would be heart broken. She’d have to wait see. There was nothing in the world that would make her back down at this point. Don Arnold had taken two Viagra pills without knowing before he ate his lunch. And when he walked upstairs to take his bath, hopefully horny as hell, he was going to get another big surprise.

She slipped off her dirty white shirt and her old red shorts. She wore these clothes because of the line of work. She would never wear good clothes to clean a house. She took off her bra and let it fall to the floor. She wasn’t wearing any panties. She took off her sandals and moved over to the mirror.