I had known Meghan for more than nine years. Her family moved to Maine from North Dakota when she was ten. They lived a block away from my wife and I. The reason I knew Meghan is because she delivered the paper around here for several years. I would see her riding her bike everyday with two full saddlebags of papers no matter what the weather was like. She was always wearing a baseball cap and pretty much dressed like what I would call a "tom boy" in her jeans and a t-shirt most of the time. I was forty one now and had often wondered what it would have been like to have a daughter like Meghan. Her father was so fortunate to have her.
It was about the time Meghan turned sixteen when my wife Jane and I started having some trouble with our marriage. We had been married for over twenty years but things were not quite the same between us the last few years and we decided mutually that we would go our separate ways. Sex with Jane was always good but not as good as I would have liked it to be. Not that sex is everything in a marriage, but itās a nice part of it. I always felt she was rushing when we made love. Often as we lay there after sex she would talk about work. I was never really satisfied after we made love and many times I would head for the bathroom shortly after so I could manually satisfy myself.
Meghan would often stop by the house and we would sit on the front porch and talk while my wife worked upstairs in her office. My wifeās job that she worked almost eighty hours a week at was the main reason our marriage was coming to an end. Something about all the money and the power she had when she made partner in the law firm she was with had changed her as a person. I barely knew her at all now. Meghan and I would sit there and talk about whatever came to mind. We could talk about anything together. It was a good feeling to have someone to talk with. It made me feel relaxed to be around her. I would get so relaxed sometimes that I would fall asleep while we watched a movie together in the living room. She would always cover me up with a quilt before she left for the night. I slept on the couch a lot. There wasnāt much point in going upstairs to the bedroom; Jane was rarely in the bed with me.
When our divorce was final Jane moved out west to be closer to her parents. A larger firm had offered her an even better job than the one she had here. Our agreement was that I keep the house and the two cars. Jane had more than enough money to buy anything she wanted. Her father was also a lawyer and I'm sure he was happy with her moving closer to them. He never did like me much. After all, I did take his little girl away from him.
I didnāt want any of Janeās money. She worked hard for it and she deserved it. I kept the house and all the bills that went with it. I had a tough time making the payments but even though it had seen better days I loved the old place and couldnāt bear the thought of selling it. My disability from a back injury meant that I would never work again and my income was the same every month but I could make the payments and have enough left over to live on. I would often supplement my income with earnings from online auctions and garage sales.
The house was built in the twenty's and had another place at the back of the yard that would best be described as a "grandmothers" house. It was laid out pretty much the same as the main house only smaller.
Meghan was nineteen now and living at home with her parents. The days of newspaper delivery long behind her, she had taken a job at the mall in the food court. She would often stop by before or after work and we would talk for hours. She was truly like the daughter I never had. Meghan had also grown into a very pretty young woman in the years I had known her. Jane and I never had any children. We had decided early on that we would adopt a child or two that needed a home when the time came for kids. That time never came for us. She was just too busy with her budding law career.
I decided one day that if I could rent the small place out back I would be much better off money wise and could afford to do some much needed work on the main house. First I would need to get the small place in shape. My back injury meant that any heavy work would need to be done by someone but I could paint and do most of the smaller jobs around the place. Meghan stopped by one night after work and I told her what I had planned on doing. She told me she would love to help with painting and stuff. She had always helped her dad with painting and had learned from him to be pretty handy around the house. I took her up on her offer and we were going to start on the place this coming weekend.
The weekend came around and I had already gathered most of the supplies we would need to get started. I was looking out the front window of the main house as Meghan drove up in her Ford Fiesta. It was her first car and she loved it but I always thought it was small and not very safe looking. It was canary yellow and had a vanity plate on it that read āTweety". She pulled up out in front of the small house. I went out the back door and met her. I would sometimes ask her jokingly when she was going to get a real car. She said she loved "Tweety" but was thinking about getting another car.
Meghan said "your Grand Prix looks like a pretty hot car, why donāt you sell it to me?"
I told her I was thinking about selling it. I didnāt drive it much. It was Janeās and besides I had my Blazer that suited me just fine. I asked Meghan if she was serious about buying it and she said,
"Sure, Iāve always liked it. How much do you want for it?"
I told her we could talk about it while we were painting.
We grabbed a few things from her car and walked down the path to the small house. I was behind Meghan and could see her hair lit up from the sun. She had very beautiful thick auburn-brown hair that she usually wore in a ponytail. Today it was free and flowed gently down her back almost to the top of her cut off jeans. I loved long hair on a woman and thought it was very sexy. Another thing I noticed as my eyes followed her hair down was her ass and then her legs. Meghan had firm nicely shaped legs that were perfectly tanned and led up to her cute little ass cheeks that moved from side to side as she walked.
I had always thought of Meghan as a daughter but today for the first time I was thinking of her as a young woman. She never wore a lot of make up or clothes that made the boys notice her but she was "the girl next door" kind of pretty. I had always loved that look and like most guys I would often check out the younger girls in town. I never realized until today what a beauty I had "literally" in my own backyard.
We started to get things ready to paint. We needed to clean the walls, do some sanding and fill in holes. Meghan was sanding up and down on one of the doors and when she put her hands up above her shoulders I could see her breasts rise. With every move she made I would notice parts of her move in ways I had never thought of before. Meghan was quickly becoming an object of my desire.
As the day went on we took breaks and talked. She was her usual happy self and I must have looked like a young schoolboy watching and listening to her. I couldnāt stop thinking of her in a sexual way and I hoped she hadnāt noticed the stares from me that came her way while we were working.
We were talking and I made the mistake of staring a little too long at her breasts. She asked me if she had something on her shirt. I was startled and said,
āI think there is some paint on you but not much".
She laughed and said these were her painting clothes so it didnāt matter. I was more careful when staring at her from then on.
