Clementina - S01 E05

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Clementina - S01 E05

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 5

"So my plumbing looked to be up to the task?" she asked, taking a slight step towards me.

I took a step backwards. "Yes, yes, it looked fine, except for the part that ruptured."

She stepped forward again. "But you can fix it, right? You can put my plumbing back in shape?"

"I don't have everything I need here," I said, again stepping backwards. "I need to wait until I can go to the store in the morning. So you won't have water service until tomorrow."

"But everything else looked fine?" she asked, again stepping forward. "You made a thorough inspection of my plumbing?"

"Clementina, look, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have.."

That was as far as I got. Clementina put a finger to my lips. She disappeared back into the bathroom and came out a moment later with her phone pressed to her ear. She was becoming careless about the towel, which had slipped to the side, allowing one of her breasts to slide free, the long, brown nipple standing out.

I was tired, I was muddy, and was frustrated, but I had to wonder if she wasn't leading me on again.

She caught me looking at her chest but she didn't cover up. That told me a lot.

"Hey Eva?" Clementina said into the phone. She was calling my mother. I was definitely going to catch hell when got home. My arousal deflated.

Clementina continued, and I listened to one side of the conversation. "Something broke when Russel was inspecting my plumbing.

My water had to be turned off until he can get to the store in the morning and get what he needs to fix the line.

Any chance I can crash in your guest room for the night until he can get the water back on?...

Thanks Eva, you're a peach. We'll be over in a few."

She flipped the phone closed. "It's all settled. No big deal. Give me a few minutes then you can walk me to your house."

She disappeared up the stairs-towel forgotten and naked body on display-and re-emerged a few minutes later wearing a sports bra and a pair of sweat pants.

My mom was waiting in the front hall when we arrived back home. She and Clementina went to the guest room to make up the bed, and went straight to the bathroom, not giving my mother a chance to ream me out. I stripped out of my muddy clothes and climbed under the steaming hot shower. It felt incredible. Even in the summer warmth, had gotten a chill in the cold water in Clementina's cellar. I stood under the shower until warmed, then I washed up, making sure to clean the scrapes on my leg thoroughly.

I finally wrapped myself in a towel, and crossed the hallway to my room. My mother and Clementina were still standing in the door of the guest room chatting, so I gave a perfunctory wave and a "good night and went into my room. pulled on a light pair of pajana bottoms and lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling, a thousand thoughts racing through my mind.

A knock on my bedroom door. It had to be my mom, coming to rip me a new one.

"Come in," said, and sighed. I was right, it was my mom, wearing her usual bedtime outfit of yoga shorts and a cut-off T-shirt.

I was prepared for a dressing down, but instead my mom seemed very calm.

"What happened over there?" she asked.

"What did Clementina tell you?" I responded.

My mom shrugged. "She just said a pipe broke when you Inspecting the plumbing. I was just curious if there was anything more to it than that."

"Like what?"

"I don't know. I thought you might just be able to tell me more about what happened. You spend a lot of time over there fixing her house, so was just curious what it was this time. Russel, you're acting like something's the matter. What's going on?"

Great, I had been acting defensive. Perfect.

"Nothing." I said. "I'm just pissed off I busted the pipe. and I also and i also did this..." I pulled up my pajama bottoms and showed her my leg.

I had offered my mom a story that wasn't the whole truth, but it also wasn't a lie either.

"Ouch, that sucks," she said. "I appreciate you helping Clementina, I really do. We need to do anything we can to keep her happy. She may be the only thing standing between us and losing the house."

The way she said "anything we can do to keep her happy" grated on me. Did that include fucking Clementina? recalled the phone conversation or the fake phone conversation, I wasn't sure which that had overheard. I decided to bite the bullet.

"Did Clementina call you?" asked.

"Yes, she called me to ask if she could stay here tonight."

"No, before that."

"You mean when she called to ask for your help earlier in the evening?"

"No, between the two calls, did she call you any other time tonight?"

"No, why? What if she did? She's my friend, she's allowed to call me anytime she wants."

I was left wondering whether wasn't the only person providing half-truths. I doubted my mother, I doubted Clementina, and doubted myself.

My mother sighed. "Russel, please don't fuck this up. We need Clementina on our side. At all costs." There was an edge to my mother's voice as she said this.

I needed to tell her what had happened. I needed to come clean.

"Look, mom, It's just that tonight..."

Before I could finish there came a knock at my bedroom door.

"Come in," my mom called before I could respond.

Clementina opened the door.

"Hey, sorry to bother you," she said. "I just wanted to chat with Russel for a few minutes about tomorrow morning and what needs to be done to fix my plumbing."

"Sure," my mom said. "We were just about done."

She stood up and retreated, brushing past Clementina, then turning and mouthing the words "keep her happy" emphatically. Then she turned and padded down the hallway to her bedroom.

Emotions roiled through me. Anger I didn't like being played. Frustration - I didn't know who was playing who. Exhaustion-my clock read 1:15 and I had to get up early.

And, I had to admit, arousal. At the very least, Clementina was coming on to me. I found her attractive - I wouldn't have been rubbing one out watching her masturbate if I didn't. But did I want to actually sleep with her? To become her lover? What if the difference between keeping and losing our house was whether I would sleep with Clementina?

Then again, there were worse things in life than being forced to have sex with a lonely MILF, if porn ads were to be believed. I fought down the rising erection. I didn't want Clementina to see a tent in my pajama bottoms.

I noticed Clementina had ditched her sweat pants and now wore just the sports bra and a pair of tight shorts. I was tempted to give her the once-over-twice, but didn't want to add fuel to whatever fire had brought her to my room. But even in my peripheral vision I could see her nipples poking against the thin fabric of the white sports bra.

"What's up?" I asked, trying to sound as casual as possible. "I was just going to bed. I have an early day tomorrow."

I pulled the covers up over the lower half of my body, partly to look like was going to bed, and partly to cover my cock that was threatening rise to the occasion.

Clementina took a seat on the edge of my bed, right next to me, so her hips were pressing against my knee.

"So," she said. "About my plumbing..." I swallowed hard.

"I will be at the hardware store at 7:00, said. "You should have "I will be at the hardware store at 7:00," said. "You should have water service by 10:00, 11:00 at the latest. Assuming there are no other issues."

She cocked that eyebrow. "Other issues? I thought you thoroughly inspected my plumbing?"

Not this again.

"Your house is old." I said. "Things are going to break. I could go over every inch of the house with a microscope, and something stili could break tomorrow."

"Maybe you should have another look at my plumbing," she said. "A really close inspection. Every inch." She leaned forward. Her face was inches from mine. Her chest brushed my building erection. Her long braid fell across my bare chest. "I hear the best plumbing inspections are hands on."

She pressed her chest harder against my building cock under the covers. She slid forward, causing the edge of her aureoles to slide free of the bra. Only the now-hard tips of her nipples against the fabric seams kept her breasts from popping completely free.

Her face was only inches from mine.

I stammered. "Look, Clementina.........

"I'd like to know my plumbing is in good order."

"Please..." said. "I need to get some sleep."

She nodded and stood up. "I supposed if my plumbing stopped working, I could just live here. This is a nice house. I am sure I could be happy here if you and your mother had to move for some reason."

There it was. The threat was out in the open. I was being blackmailed.

I had been raised with morals, and blackmail for sex was on the no-no list. But under better circumstances I would have loved to have sex with her. Did that change the algebra?

Clementina walked slowly to the door, swinging her hips.

"You know where to find me," she said. "And you know I'll win eventually. If not tonight, some other night."

Then she was gone.

The security of my home for sex sex with a woman I had been lusting after just a couple hours ago. Was it right? Was it moral?

Right or moral, it was hot, my libido reminded me. She had a mom bod to die for. And the smell of her after-bath body lotion was lingering in the air, teasing me.

I needed to talk to my mother. If she was in on this, I needed to know. If she wasn't in on this, then she needed to know I was being blackmailed. Either way, I needed to talk to her.

I waited until my erection had come down enough not to be too obvious, then I slipped my bedroom door open and peered into the hallway.

Clementina's door was closed and the hall was empty.

My mom's door was cracked, so I silently slipped it open and peeked in. In the streetlight coming in from her window I could see her laying there, her chest rising and falling evenly. She was asleep.

How could she sleep so peacefully when her only child was being blackmailed by her next door neighbor and friend?

I had to wake her up, I had to talk to her.

I stepped into the room and approached the foot of the bed. I stood there for a long moment, the emotions roiling through my body.

Something stirred next to my ear. I felt Clementina's arms slip around me, one hand pressing against my chest, another sliding down my stomach towards the waistband of my pajama bottoms. She was naked and her bare breasts pressed against my back, her chin on my shoulder as she whispered in my ear.

"She can't help you," she said softly. "Only can. You want me. Give in."

Her hand slipped into my pajama bottoms and wrapped around my cock. I fought back a gasp as my cock rocketed to full attention.

Clementina was right. had wanted her since the moment peeked through that hole in her bathroom wall.

To Be Continued....