My take on The Living Poetry word prompt – Neighbor with a short story
It’s the neighbourhood gardening day.
Tom blushed when she handed him pine straws to put on the top soil of the roses. Electricity passed through from her pale fingers to his knuckle. No one noticed any strangeness of his raw red face because they thought he was just bothered by the heat. She offered him a cold drink, home made lemonade. He gladly accepted it for another chance to be electrocuted by her womanly touch. He swallowed the water hard feeling the movement of his own throat. Thank God for the cold lemonade to put out some fire.
She rested one leg up on a garden chair dusting some dirt off her shoe. She looked up and smiled at him while changing to the other leg. Tom was instantly overcome by a warm gush in his crotch. He ran straight back towards his house, almost knocked down his mother.
He locked his bedroom door, pulled the curtain shut and dropped his pants. He masturbated almost violently with the flashing images of her angling her leg in front of her bathroom mirror and shaving delicately between her thighs. The second waves hit him soon after. He was swept away by the combination of heat exhaustion and orgasmic pleasure. Then came the shame of being a teenage boy peeping on his neighbour who is his mother’s age.