All persons engaged in sexual activity in this story, are over 18 years of age.
Parts of this story are true, and the rest has been embellished to hopefully provide a readable narrative. It is a slow build up story, so if you are looking for quick sex in the second paragraph, that is not my style and you would do better reading something else. Otherwise, enjoy.
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Part one.
About 5 years ago, I was living in a house, next door to Jon and Sophie, who were in their 30s, the same age range as myself. She was tall and slim and obviously watched her diet, as she had the sort of complexion that looked good no matter if it was early morning or late at night. Jon was an average looking guy, the same as me, neither of us could boast of being athletic, but neither were we overweight. We were both about the same height and we had got on quite well, often chatting over the garden fence about one thing and another. Like me, they didn't have children, so the chat was mostly about the house and garden or events happening in the neighbourhood.
At the time, I was amicably separated from my wife, and she was living in a rented property in the next town. We spoke occasionally on the phone to keep in touch, but that was about it. I didn't know if it was going to be permanent, but for the moment, I was on my own.
Being a practical person, with an engineering background, I could usually turn my hand to plumbing, electrics or mechanical things, and was happy to help Jon who seemed to be less practical. For example, like the time their washing machine flooded and he had no idea what to do. I went round and sorted out his blocked filter and got it all working again.
I helped him service and sharpen his lawnmower, added some electrical sockets in his garage, put together flat-pack wardrobes and furniture with him, and various things like that. To be honest, some weekends or evenings, I was glad go round and help, mainly for the company.
The other reason I liked going round there was that I thought Sophie was very sexy with her long, tanned legs and small but nicely shaped breasts and tight round bottom. Her hair was dark and straight, just reaching her shoulders. Sometimes she didn't bother with a bra and I could clearly make out the slight bumps where her nipples were when she wore one of her tighter tops. A few times she had worn tops with thin shoulder straps that were loose fitting, with small snug fitting shorts and when she bent down, she had given me unintentional views of most of her bare breasts and once or twice a glimpse of her nipples. I admit to deliberately looking at them and the curve of her pert bottom, well who wouldn't, but I was careful to not let her or Jon see me ogling down her top or at her bottom. I never made any advances to her as I knew she adored Jon and I didn't want to lose the friendship, but she was often the subject of my masturbation fantasies.
She usually offered us a beer and a few nibbles or something when we had finished working and she joined us, either in the garden if it was warm, or in their glass roofed conservatory if it was a bit chilly. I got to know them as a couple, and we became relaxed in each other's company. It worked out well, and for the time being I was reasonably content to just let life just flow on.
One day, I sensed that all was not well with them. After helping with a blown fuse that I finally traced to a short circuit in an old socket in the conservatory, that they rarely used, we sat down for a beer as usual. Except this time, Jon and Sophie, didn't seem to be chatting much and seemed preoccupied. I made all the conversation, only getting a few non-committal replies and so I decided I should go, and leave them to sort out whatever was troubling them.
Over the next couple of days, I only caught glimpses of them, but too fleeting to say anything. I wondered if I had somehow upset them without knowing and I did wonder if my glances at Sophie hadn't been quite as surreptitious as I thought. After about a week, I thought I ought to try to clear the air and at least find out what was wrong.
I was wondering how to do this, when 'lady luck' stepped in to help me in the form of a DHL courier who, not getting reply from next door for a parcel he wanted to deliver, asked if I would sign for it and give it to them.
I waited until about 7pm then, parcel in hand, knocked on their door.
The door opened slowly and Sophie stood there, looking paler than normal, but with redness round her eyes that looked as though she had been crying.
"Hi," I said, "this came for you today, but as you weren't in, I signed for it for you."
"Oh, that's kind of you Rob," she said, holding her arms out for the parcel.
"Emm, is everything ok Sophie, only I haven't seen much of you both recently and I sort of wondered if I had upset you in some way?"
"Ohh no, no, it's not that," she said, her eyes starting to tear up.
"Wh..what.., I mean, what's wrong, is there anything I can do to help?"
There was a silent pause where I sensed she was trying to make up her mind, then...
"Look Rob, you had better come in and I will try to explain," she said, turning with the parcel, back into the house.
I shut the door behind me and followed her into the living room.
"Where's Jon?" I asked.
"He's upstairs resting, so we need to be fairly quiet," she said.
"Resting?" I asked, "Jon never stays still normally."
She had moved further into the living room closing the door behind us and was now dabbing her damp eyes with a tissue.
"What is it Soph," I said, "you have me worried now."
Hesitatingly, she started to talk, "I am afraid we have had some bad news, and I wanted to tell you, but Jon said to wait until it was certain."
"Certain?" I repeated like a confused dumb parrot, "what do you mean?"
She was looking into her hand holding the tissue, "Jon has been diagnosed with an ...with an...," she dabbed her eyes, "aggressive brain tumour, that they can't treat." she said, and sobbed quietly into her tissue.
I was shocked into silence. I could hardly believe what she was telling me.
"But, but," I stuttered.
"No, there are no 'buts'," she whispered, "it is terminal."
What are you supposed to say to that news, 'sorry' doesn't cut it and what do you do, I guess some people know, but I didn't.
I did the only thing I could think of, I went over to her and put my arms round her and let her cry on my shoulder.
After a few minutes, she started to get herself together, "I'm sorry to soak your shirt," she said, sniffling.
"It's ok, it's ok," I said, rubbing her back gently, "I didn't expect this sort of terrible news, if there is anything...," then I thought, shit, cliché, cliché, "I mean, I am just next door, you must call me anytime for anything and I will be round, promise me you both won't try to go through all this on your own? I will help in whatever way I can."
"Thank you," she said quietly, "I know we can rely on you, but it is going to be difficult. I'll tell Jon that you know, he wanted to keep it secret so that people wouldn't look at him with pity, so you will have to try to be 'normal' with him if you can."
"Of course," I said, wondering how that was going to be possible in the weeks ahead.
I was aware that I was still holding her. I could feel her firm breasts pressing into my chest and one of my hips touching hers. I am ashamed to say that holding her that close was starting to have an effect on me, even though she had just shared the most damning news with me. I started to despise my body and mind for even going in that direction, and was worried that if we stayed like that much longer, she would be able to feel what was happening and would probably be as disgusted with me as I was myself.
"I had better go and see if he wants something to eat now," she said, very quietly, "thanks for being here Rob, you are a good friend."
