Carla is a college student who is your neighbour. She was a very pretty young woman who didn't have the greatest level of intelligence or had the best of luck in life. More of that later. Your paths had crossed a few times as neighbours since you moved into your house down the street last year. She always seemed pleased to see you and her smile was like a pinball table when you hit the jackpot. You'd chatted a number of times and she knew a little about you and visa versa. You had a huge crush on her and fantasised many a night about confessing your admiration of her perfect little ass, then seducing her and experiencing it gripping your cock. Problem was you were old enough to be her dad.
Speaking of parents there was her mom. Shit! What a bitch! Julia, she didn't make a secret of her domineering role in her relationship with her daughter. You and your neighbours were used to seeing her drunken rants at Carla at any time of day for the tiniest of misdemeanours. You once saw her raise her hand to slap her for dropping some garbage on the road from a split bag. She only stopped when she saw you. Then there's the invisible dad. You knew you'd never seen him. Has he left because of Julia or was Julia that way because he left. You'll maybe never know.
Then it happened. There was a knock at the door and when you opened it Carla stood there looking pretty upset, not crying but on the verge of a meltdown by the look of things.
"Hey Carla. Can I help you?" You ask.
She nods slowly and meekly.
"Then come in, tell me how." You respond, standing out of the doorway to let her in. You sweep your arm gesturing towards the sofa. She sits almost obediently. You offer her a drink but she only wants a glass of water. You take a chilled bottle from the fridge and offer it to her with a glass. She takes the bottle but refuses the glass.
"What's the problem, Carla?" You enquire as you sit one cushions distance from her on the couch, putting the glass on the table beside you.
She looks across at you and cracks open the bottle. "Mom's going to kick me out!" Is all she can manage before bursting into tears.
"Hey! Hey! Carla . I'm sure it's not that bad. Tell me details. We'll talk about it and you'll see she doesn't mean it."
"Oh, she does," she sniffs as she takes a tissue from you as she wipes her subsiding tears away. "She wasn't drunk this morning and she told me if I fail this science test I'm gone!" She just about controls her weeping. "I hate science, I just don't get it," and there come the waterworks again.
You want to hear the details but already your mind has started whirring. This could earn you some huge brownie points and even bring you closer to your dream fuck.
"Well, I tell you what," you reassure her as you take her hand, salty water slowing from her eyes as she looks up at you. "You already know I was pretty good at college and I love science. I'll help you get you the grade to get you a pass."
"Really?" She asks, smiling.
"Yeah, I mean it. It's the neighbourly thing to do." You smile.
Your smile falters as a wave of panic hits you. "Erm, when is this test, Carla?"
She gulps, "Three weeks."
"Shit!" You close your eyes and exhale. "We better get to work."
You make arrangements for after college study and every day for the next three weeks Carla comes by and really tries her best, sometimes late into the night. She works hard and whenever you show your approval from her getting something right, a whoop, a clap or a high five you see that amazing pinball table jackpot smile.
You also notice as the days go by the her skirts get shorter and her tops get lower cut. You find it hard to concentrate but she seems to enjoy you looking when she catches you ogling her cleavage or her long bare legs.
Then the day comes of the exam. You see her leave for college and give her a wave and a pumped fist of encouragement from across the road.
You're nervous all day and hope she scrapes through. She doesn't have a lot in life but she needs a roof over her head. You're on pins right up until you hear the familiar soft knock on your door. You heart starts to pump. You swallow hard. You take a deep breath and swing the door open, Carla stands there.......