The Gardener [FF]

Winter was challenging for Claire, to say the least. Her last relationship, which she thought was rock-solid, ended the previous summer, and she spent the entire winter alone, indoors, binge-watching premiere television shows in-between bouts of masturbating. It was fine at the start, but Claire knew she was in a slump. When her lease ended in April, she thought moving to a new place would help her move on and have a fresh start. So she scoured the apartment listings, checking them daily. After touring a few, she settled on a place she loved, the first-floor apartment of a two-story home with a fenced-in backyard with a garden plot full of weeds.

Claire had never gardened before, but she could totally see herself becoming a gardener—getting her hands dirty, planting seeds, watering them, and watching them grow. Nearly on the idea of becoming a gardener alone, she submitted her application for the apartment that night and got it. She moved into her new place in May with the help of one of her friends, and within a week she was settled. Claire’s upstairs neighbors were friendly enough, but they had no interest in contributing to the garden.

Ready to get started with her garden, she went to the store to get a large shovel, a hand shovel, and seeds. Her early time in the garden consisted of turning over the soil where the garden beds once were. She planted her seeds when the soil was ready—peppers, cucumbers, carrots, and asparagus. Claire didn’t realize how much physical work it was to get the garden started, but when the first signs of growth appeared, she couldn’t have been more pleased. *I’m going to take care of this garden, and I’m going to take care of myself* was her mantra.

One evening while she was watering the garden after work, she saw a woman next door across the chest-high fence whom she hadn’t seen before. Her hair was a short dark tangled mess. She had striking dark eyebrows. Claire waved and said, “Hello, neighbor!”

The woman waved back, smiled, and walked up to the fence. “Nice garden you got there,” she said. “I haven’t seen you around, are you new here?”

“Yup, just moved in a few weeks ago. I’m Claire.”

“Meg. Nice to meet you.” She held out her hand over the fence, which Claire walked up to and shook. Meg was imbued with the scent of lavender, and that combined with the touch of her hand made Claire’s knees a little weak.

“Once I harvest, I’d be more than happy to share with you.”

“I’d like that,” Meg said. “Well, I’ve gotta jet, but I look forward to seeing you around.”

• • •

Weeks passed, and Claire’s vegetables continued to grow. She was diligent about taking care of the garden—no weeds saw daylight longer than a day. She exchanged pleasantries with her neighbor Meg, but they didn’t connect in the way Claire was hoping. She was thinking, who knows, maybe she’d make a close friend. Meg seemed a little younger, but not that much younger. Claire would see different friends hanging around Meg’s place, and she always said hello, but it never went beyond being friendly neighbors.

One Saturday morning in June—one of the first hot days of the year—Claire put on her wide-brimmed sunhat and went out into the garden, as was her ritual. As she was pulling the weeds, she heard faint moaning coming from the direction of the fence. “Jeez, I hope everything’s okay,” she said to herself under to breath. After pulling a few more weeds, the moaning persisted. Claire, concerned and confused, crouch-walked over toward the fence. She realized the moaning, even louder now that she was closer, wasn’t because of distress. Ever so slowly, as quiet as she could, Claire stood up and peered over the fence into Meg’s yard.

Meg was sitting on the grass, shirtless, her nipples hard, pleated skirt hiked up, panties around just her right ankle, filming herself with her phone while she rubbed her clit. Fast, slow, fast, slow, she alternated her speed while she worked it. Claire thought Meg was attractive (maybe even her type) just from seeing her across the fence, but it wasn’t until she saw her nude that she realized how sexy she was. Meg stuck her finger in her mouth, licking it ever so slowly, and then started fingering herself. Surprised and aroused, Claire dropped her hand shovel, which hit her foot. “Ouch! Motherfucker!” she yelled.

Startled, Meg dropped her phone, quickly covered herself, and looked up at the fence. “Oh, Claire! It’s just you, phew. You scared the shit out of me.”

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to, uh, interrupt you or anything,” Claire said, trying to swallow the pain in her foot and look away to give Meg privacy. She felt like her entire body was bright red. “Don’t let me stop you or anything, I’ll just, you know, head back inside and pretend this never happened.”

“I mean, you don’t have to pretend it never happened. It’s really okay. It kinda turned me on when you surprised me. I should probably be more low-key about it, I don’t want to freak out *all* the neighbors or anything and get in trouble.”

“I’m gonna, uh, head inside, Meg. Have a nice Saturday, stay, uh, hydrated. It’s supposed to get even hotter out here today.” Realizing how dorky she sounded, Claire started to walk off, leaving her shovel on the ground where she dropped it.

“Claire! Wait, one moment. I just had an idea!”

Claire stopped and turned back.

“My fans, they’d love this, honestly. I know I’d love it. You’re so cute it’s ridiculous.”

“What do you mean—*this*?”

“I’m not just recording this for *me*. It’s for my OnlyFans. My fans love it when I bring in friends. Don’t worry, it’ll be so fun. Why don’t you come on over and help me *finish* this video.”

Claire had never felt so conflicted in her life. This was like going from zero to sixty at the drop of a pin. She didn’t even really know Meg. And she never recorded any kind of sexy content before except sending some photos to her ex. But she was so aroused and curious and attracted. She took a deep breath and said, “Yeah, let’s give it a try. Promise me you’ll delete it if I’m not into it?”

“Promise. Walk around to the front of the fence and lift up the latch, it’s unlocked,” Meg said.

As Claire entered Meg’s backyard, Meg was rubbing her clit again. She feigned surprise and said, “Oh my, it looks like I have a visitor. My neighbor who was out gardening just dropped by unannounced.” She panned her phone’s camera toward Claire, who looked away and covered her face. “She’s so shy, isn’t it adorable?”

“Oh god, I don’t know. I’m not sure I’m cut out for this,” Claire said.

“It’ll be fun, relax.” Meg smiled. “I’ll tell you exactly what to do if you aren’t sure.”

Meg filmed Claire as she got down on the grass and crawled up between her legs. Claire started kissing up her legs. “You clearly don’t need me to tell you what…” Claire then kissed Meg’s clit and began massaging it with her tongue. “…to… do… Jesus Christ, that feels good.” Claire looked up at the camera–her face soaked–and winked, fully embracing what was happening.

Claire put two fingers into Meg’s pussy, fingering her to the same rhythm of her mouth. Meg, moaning, could barely keep control of her phone to film it. “Oh my god, oh my god,” she said. Her whole body tensed up. “I’m gonna come, don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Holy fuck.” Claire kept going, happy to be eating someone out for the first time in almost a year.

Meg’s whole body shook in an organismic spasm, and Claire slowed down as Meg came back down to earth.

“That clearly was not your first time eating pussy,” Meg said.

“Definitely not,” Claire said, sitting up and smiling.

“Your turn,” Meg said, pushing Claire onto her back on the grass and handing her the phone. “Your poor foot, is it okay?” Meg took off Claire’s sandal and massaged her foot…

• • •

A few days later, Claire saw Meg’s head over the fence. She tensed up and worried it might be awkward. But she waved–trying her best to not make it awkward and just be a kind, friendly, normal neighbor who happened to partake in an adult video out of the blue, no big deal, totally normal stuff. Meg smiled and ran up to the fence.

“Girl, my fans *loved* you. Seriously. They basically all said it was my hottest video yet. Plus, it was great for me. Thank you so much. Let me know if you want to do another video sometime or if you want me to help you set up your own OnlyFans. I’m sure you’d kill it.”

“I’m so relieved to hear that,” Claire said, cheeks a bit flushed. “I appreciate the offer, I’ll think about it.”

“Gotta run, later!” Meg said and literally ran off.

Claire went back to tending her garden and thought about the offer Meg made and what a strange relationship was forming with her neighbor and how glad she was to have started her garden.

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_Inspired by [this prompt from u/greenejulia27](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/ns8a2g/wp_it_was_an_accident_a_mistake_truly_you_just/). Thanks for reading!_

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