Secret Sins Ch. 04

Smiling in her cheery way, Donna said, "Hey, Lieutenant, how was your stroll?"

With the leering attention of the bag of potatoes now transferred to me, I could only smile back at him while replying to Donna, "Good, I... met a lot of people. How've things been here?"

"Great. This is Darren Bennett."

"Hello, Darren," I greeted.

"Hey," he happily greeted back, checking out my bust line.

"He and his family live next door," Donna explained with a loose gesture at the fence. "I got talking to his father out front here, and I mentioned that we didn't have a lawnmower. He graciously volunteered to lend us his and, next thing I know, he and his whole family were helping out. Pretty Christian of them, huh?"

This was so perfect, exactly the type of thing I needed to report back to Major Hurdle with. Donna truly was a Godsend, and I wanted to kiss her as much as Darren probably did as she began calling his family over.

With his cigarette still in his mouth, I shook hands with Darren's father, introduced to me by Donna as Joel Bennett. The late fortysomething man checked me out like his son did as Donna went on to introduce his wife, Margie. She was just over five feet tall, also somewhere in her forties and what one might call pleasantly plump. She had a cute, motherly face and short hair, dyed that yellowy blonde colour that middle-aged people use to cover their gray. Her round hips filled out the confines of her denim cut-offs, but not nearly as effectively as her supersized boobs filled out her red T-shirt. They made mine look small by comparison, and I wondered at what she must be paying for the kind of super duty bras she'd have to buy hold them.

Finally, Haley Bennett was introduced. Prettier than her mother, she was tall for a girl, carried a thin to average build, and had already surpassed me in the boob department, obviously well on her way towards reaching Margie's supersize status. She stood there, smiling politely while brushing her long, dark hair out of her face in a pink, untucked blouse and a pair of denim cut offs like her mother's. She seemed a bit shy, probably self-conscious because of her bust size, her dark bra visibly shadowing the lightweight material of her blouse.

"Thank you very much for volunteering your time here today," I told them all. "We really appreciate it, and we sure could use the help."

"We're just happy to see somebody other than the Syndicate move in here," Joel said.

"I can imagine," I sympathized, "And that's why we're here. The residents of North Central should be commended for the efforts they're making to clean up the neighbourhood, and we're here to offer any assistance we can. Oh, uh, would you four mind posing for a picture?" I asked hopefully as Joel took another furtive glance at my body.

"A picture?" he asked before quickly deciding, "I don't see why not."

"Oh, that's great," I said, quickly getting out my cellphone with a fleeting, mental image of myself with a gracious smile on the cover of Salvationist magazine. "If I could have the four of you standing just behind the shield here? Donna, you too."

"But, what about you?" she asked. "You should be in the shot, so I'll take the picture."

I was so elated by the Bennett development that I hadn't even thought of who would take the picture, but I really did want her in it. She certainly deserved to be, but it did create a problem that she suddenly solved.

"Oh, I know," she happily announced before heading into the street, saying over her shoulder, "Just one minute, folks."

Moments later, she was entering the front yard of the house across from us where an East Indian woman in a colourful hijab was sweeping off her front steps. After a few short words, Donna was leading the smiling little neighbour back for an introduction.

"Lieutenant Watts," my assistant announced, "this is Sumitra Rahman. She's agreed to take our picture."

It was Donna to the rescue again, and I graciously thanked the attractive little woman, to which she assured with a warm, nodding smile and a heavy, East Indian accent, "It is okay, sister, it is okay."

After setting my phone to its camera function, I gave it to her, specifying that I wanted a few landscape shots before arranging the Bennett family. I put Darren and Haley in the middle, slightly facing one another with the shield between and in front of them. Beside Haley, I put Margie, Joel beside Darren and Donna beside Margie on the outside. This left the outside spot by Joel, and I crowded in on the same slight angle as I'd set the rest of the group, beside and behind him while Sumitra raised the phone. With smiling white teeth in stark contrast to her dark skin, she took a few pictures of my little group of volunteers before we broke up and I thanked her again.

After some small talk, I decided to take a quick run to Tim's for coffee and a box of Timbits for the group. When I got back, Sumitra was already gone, presumably back to her home, but the rest of us went inside where I apologised for the lack of furniture. We all enjoyed a well-deserved break where we got to know each other a little better.

Joel told me he worked for a siding company and, as it turned out, was on vacation that week. Of course, I apologised for having him do work on the property, but he waved away my apology with a smile, telling me it was alright while his stacked wife seemed somehow completely oblivious to his frequent glances at mine and Donna's bodies.

She worked part time at Walmart and it didn't take long to figure out that Margie was the type who would never hesitate to help out a neighbour in any case, her great attitude the perfect complement to her husband's cooperative demeanor.

Haley was eighteen and had just graduated from high school. She was looking forward to enjoying her summer before enacting her plan to find her first job in September, when the high school and university students went back to class.

Darren was twenty, had quit school a few years ago and had no plans of going back or, according to his father, ever getting a job. He made little excuse for this, and it wasn't hard to see his Father's irritation with him.

I don't mean to brag, but I couldn't help but be impressed with myself by contrast. I mean, I was also only twenty, yet I'd already gotten my career off to a flying start, slovenly Darren helping me recognize how mature I was in comparison to a lot of others my age. It had been easy to think it was only the uniform that made people treat me the way they did but, after this conversation with the Bennett family, I wondered if maybe it wasn't more than that.

And Donna was simply great. She had this way about her, a way with people that I didn't have and, while I was sure that her womanly charms were in some part responsible for eliciting Joel's and Darren's help, it would be selling her short to suggest they were the only reason they'd volunteered their time. Margie and Haley's presence proved as much, the matriarch of the family treating her with warm respect while her daughter obviously looked up to and admired my beautiful assistant with the golden hazel eyes.

After the coffee and Timbits were gone, I went upstairs to change into a more suitable outfit to join the group in the yard. We called it a day at five o'clock, and the yard looked great for our efforts as we waved goodbye to the Bennetts. Margie had to work the next day and Joel had previous plans to help out a friend with something, but both Darren and Haley offered to come back to lend a hand the next day, an offer that I gladly accepted.

"Nice people," I happily commented as I bodily shoved the front door closed in its tight frame.

"A lot of people in this city are," Donna replied, wiggling her sexy behind on her way to the kitchen, "But yeah, they're really nice."

"I really owe you," I said, following her to the rear of the house where she dropped her gloves on the kitchen table.

"For what?"

"Are you kidding? For them. For actually getting them to volunteer. I wasted my entire morning saying hello to people while you were here actually doing my job. I'm so lucky to have you, I can't even begin to explain it. Rest assured, I'm going to sing your praises this Friday at my meeting with Major Hurdle."

"No, you're not."

"What?" I asked, surprised at her reply. "Of course I am."

"No. You need to take credit for them helping out."

"I can't take credit for that," I protested. "It was you and your grade A personality that got them over here, and I-"

"No, sweetie pie," she told me with a smile, leaning against the kitchen counter to explain. "As your assistant, it's my job to help you do yours in whatever way I can. As far as I'm concerned, that includes making you look good for Major Hurdle, although you seem to have that covered already."

I smiled, rolling my eyes at her little joke as she continued.

"I get paid, and that's the only thanks I need. Besides, you're the one in command, and that means that you are ultimately responsible for whatever happens here, good or bad. If I screw up and, say, accidently burn the house down or something, you're the one who will ultimately be held responsible for that. Sure, I'd lose my job, but I'd just go on to some other job while your career in uniform will be stunted for years because of my actions. This is the burden of command. On the other side of the coin, my successes are automatically yours because, as you're responsible for my burning the house down, you're also to be credited for me building it under your direction. That's the reward for the burden of command. Do you think that a ship's Captain who's promoted to Admiral gets there on his own? Sure, he's the Capper, but there's a whole crew under him who he leads and who he inspires towards success, both theirs and his. That's the way it works."

"Donna..."

"Hm?"

"I could kiss you."

"Well, feel free."

I didn't hesitate and, by the time we were sharing tongues, hands holding each other's tushie, I knew that I was beginning to feel something deeper for her, and it scared me a little. We came up for air and I saw that she had a funny little smile as she looked at me, making me wonder if her feelings for me weren't becoming more serious as well.

"You don't seem like a twenty year old," she said.

"No?" I asked, fingers playing at the collar of her top.

"No. You look even younger than twenty, but you carry yourself and act like you're older. I sometimes have to remind myself."

"Is that a good thing?" I asked, thinking back to my own comparison of myself to Darren and his attitude.

She shrugged, saying, "Neither good nor bad. Just an observation, I suppose."

"I feel like I've known you for so long," I blurted.

"I know, I feel the same way," she replied. "By the way, I did some calling around right after you left, and your office will cost us just under two hundred Dollars."

It took a moment to switch from the warm, dreamy place that my mind was in but, when I did, I couldn't help but be surprised at this news. My fingers, having been caressing the outside of one of her boobs, paused as I asked, "Really? Is that all?"

"I mentioned it to Joel, and he told me he had some two-by-four and other stuff that we could have, so that brought the price down by quite a bit."

"Wow. What would I do without you?"

"It's nothing," she said with an affectionate smile. "Hey, why don't we go upstairs and watch some porn while we rub each other's cunts?"

My little smile faltered, both in surprise at her suggestion and her choice of wording, but I replied, "Yeah... let's do that."

Less than a half minute later, I was hurrying up the stairs, squealing to Donna's hand as it grabbed at my tushie, her sultry laughter turning me on all the more as I had the thought that my North Central posting had turned out to be the time of my life.

If anything, Tuesday was even hotter than Monday and, like the previous day, Donna told me not to button my blouse to my neck, but this time suggesting that I leave two buttons undone. I was a little concerned because it would allow the short sleeved, Martha blouse to showcase a lot of cleavage, possibly even the top of my white, satin demibra, but I trusted Donna's judgement and didn't hesitate long before unfastening the top two buttons. And I was certainly able to command better attention from the male denizens of North Central. A few of them even promised that they'd stop by, so that was alright.

Besides, it really was hot, and the small amount of breeze the day offered felt good going down my blouse, cooling me off and erecting my nipples, putting me in mind of how Donna had sucked on them the night before after the Bennetts had left. Needless to say, I was pretty hot and bothered by the time I returned home from my greeting mission, as I'd come to call it. My feet were aching worse than they were the day before, and a plan to pick up an appropriate pair of walking shoes that evening was prepared.

I found Donna working in the backyard, wearing the same tight denim shorts she had been that morning. They all but hung the bottoms of her cheeks out, and her yellow T-shirt, too short to tuck in with a cleavage exposing V-neck, bore the words, 'My eyes are up here.' on the front with an arrow pointing upwards. This outfit rode the line of appropriate, only barely decent enough but, since she was working and it was so hot, I didn't say anything about it earlier that morning. Besides, I enjoyed looking at her in that outfit and, what with my blouse unbuttoned as far as it was, who was I to say anything about it anyway?

What surprised me was the sight of Darren and Haley working alongside her. I'd forgotten that they'd be helping out today and, from just inside the kitchen's screen door, I watched Darren checking out sexy, perfect Donna as she worked, bending over and such. In the heat, he wasn't wearing a shirt and I could see that the poor guy was already starting on a set of moobs to go with his flabby gut. Only his youth saved him from looking truly terrible as his baggy, green basketball shorts with the Roughriders logo (I think everyone in Saskatchewan owns at least one article of clothing with that logo on it) sagged in back just far enough to expose the top of his butt crack. Yes, so attractive.

Being female, Haley had a little more class about herself, though her taste left something to be desired. She wore a pair of those black Lycra pedal pushers that, admittedly, made her thighs and butt look fabulous with a white T-shirt that, like the day before, her darker bra could be seen through. Like Donna's, her hair was tied back in a ponytail as she worked at clearing the tall grass from around the trees.

All three were sweating profusely, Donna's and Haley's tops soaked and sticking to their upper bodies, and I suddenly noticed that Donna wasn't the only female body that Darren was appreciating.

I couldn't blame him. While no competition for Donna, Haley was still cute and had a remarkable body that went very well with her height. Standing there, watching from the door, I would have been willing to bet that I was even hornier than he was. The idea to hike my skirt so I could stick my hand down my panties had to be swatted aside in favour of clearing my throat and opening the door to call the three of them inside.

"Who was it telling me about heat stroke this morning?" I asked Donna as they took a seat at the kitchen table. Darren and Haley sat with their backs to the wall with Donna between them, all three wiping at the running sweat on their brows.

"Don't worry," Donna assured. "We've been coming in for regular breaks and drinking lots of water."

"Well, you're going to drink some more now," I told her, reaching for the Styrofoam cups I'd picked up over the weekend before going to the fridge. "Haley, Darren, I really appreciate you two helping us out again, and please feel free to include this on your resumes. It might not be paying work, but volunteering looks really good to potential employers, and I'll certainly give you a great reference."

"Thanks," Haley said with a grateful smile.

Darren also smiled, nodding his head with probably no intentions of looking for a job in the near future anyway. At the moment, he seemed more interested in trying to get a peek down my blouse without my noticing as I set a cup down on the table in front of him.

"So will I," Donna put in. "They've been a big help here, and it sure is nice to have a man around for the heavy work."

Obviously, this pleased Darren and I shot flirtatious Donna an accusatory smile as I set her water down in front of her.

"It's just so hot," Haley complained, a stray lock of her hair dangling in a sweaty clump in front of her face as she looked at Darren's bare chest with envy.

Without warning, Donna grabbed the hem of her own T-shirt and pulled it up to her neck, totally exposing her dark green, lacy bra, a rather skimpy one that fit her well. Picking up a piece of junk mail from the table, she began fanning herself as Darren choked on a mouthful of water and Haley's eyes bulged in disbelief.

"Oh yeah," she sighed. "That's better."

"Donna..." I managed, shocked by this, but just as turned on by it as Darren obviously was, his attention now taken from the contents of my blouse and placed firmly on those of Donna's bra.

"Hm?" she asked, looking at me with those sparkly beautiful eyes as though this were the most natural thing in the world while the situational aspect of her incredibly inappropriate behaviour kicked my hormones into high gear.

"Holy shit!" Darren breathed.

"Donna, I- I think-"

"It's too hot to think, Lieutenant." Donna said with a smile, waving away my protest before I could finish making it. "Open your blouse up and let those titties have some air."

It was too hot to think. I suppose that's why I began unbuttoning my blouse without thinking as Darren's attention shifted back to me with a smile that made him look as though he'd just won the lottery.

"Haley, you too," Donna instructed. "Pull your top up to your neck and cool those melons of yours down."

Haley, having been in a mild state of shock, twitched at the sound of her name, but only nodded before looking down, taking the hem of her T-shirt in her fingers as Donna had, and slowly pulling it up over her impressive boobs. She wore a deep maroon, nylon bra that looked as though it was struggling to hold its heavy cargo, and she looked at her assets in almost the same awe as we all did, even her brother.

Fanning Haley's chest, Donna asked, "Isn't that better?"

"Yeah," the shy girl replied, looking up with a red faced grin as I finished unbuttoning my blouse.

Leaving it tucked into my skirt, I pulled it wide open to let the air in as Donna had told me to. Now they could see my wares in their sexy little bra, my nipples so erect that I didn't have to wonder if they could see the points assaulting the thin, satin cups that didn't have padded liners. None of my bras do. I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing this was also highly inappropriate, but somehow seeing the fact that we needed to cool off as being the bigger issue.

Then I noticed another big issue. It was in Darren's shorts and getting bigger by the second as he looked hungrily from one set of boobs to another until it was obvious that Darren was very well endowed. He was staring at my boobs and, ironically, I was getting hotter as I stood on display for him, part of the reason for his 'issue'.

"That's quite a set of tits you got there," Donna said to Haley.

Her voice was heavy and thick, like it got when she was really turned on, and I heard it as though it were coming from miles away, a side issue to my curiosity about the one in Darren's shorts.