Perverts 'R' Us

Kiera - Part 1

By Valleyal ( M/g, pedo, nosex )

Denis Smith had just received his computer programming Degree from the University of Michigan. Although he had received some job offers from some of the Detroit area automakers, Denis had grown very tired of the harsh Michigan winters and yearned for a return to the South where he was born and had spent the first 14 years of his life. The summer before his freshman year in high school, his parents had moved to Pontiac, Michigan for the better paying automobile factory work. Denis finished high school there.

In high school, Denis was an "OK" athlete, and one of the best players on his team. Denis loved football, but he very early-on learned that he was not fast or big or strong enough to play at the college level. From an early age, Denis had practiced kicking field goals. He knew that there were other players who had years and years of soccer experience, but if he practiced long and hard on his field goal kicking, he might just have a chance.

Denis was a good student in school, making good grades, but still not great enough to win an academic scholarship either. Paying for college would be a hard sacrifice, but it was always a dream to get a college education and make something of himself.

During his freshman year at Michigan, Denis tried out and became a walk-on place kicker for the team. At 5'7" and 150 pounds, he was by far the smallest guy on the practice field. If he practiced as hard as he could and improved, perhaps in the four years he was there he might move up the depth chart and actually get into a game.

Denis had never really had problems finding girls, what with his shaggy good looks. At the University of Michigan, Denis felt like he had found a gold mine. Many of the co-eds were especially looking for a football player. It was like a status symbol, such as guys looking for a cheerleader. With the mass majority of the football players being African American at a school 90 plus percent Caucasian, white guys on the team like Denis were in high demand.

Denis sort of settled into a comfortable routine of dating Denise Crosby. She was a Tri-Delt from an old established family that had long been involved in both the automobile industry as well as University of Michigan football. Denise was blonde-haired, blue eyed, and as pretty as can be. She was also very pampered, as well as spoiled.

Denis knew that Denise was with him precisely because he was on the team. He was there so she could show him off. On the other hand, he dated her for the same reason - that he could show her off too. It didn't hurt his reputation or his ego having a very pretty young lady at his side.

Denis finished his degree in four years without ever getting to kick in a game. In his fourth Spring practice, he got to kick an extra point as well as a 37-yard field goal during the annual Spring game at Michigan Stadium. He had moved up to third-string kicker. Denis still had one more year of eligibility left, and as much as Denise and others wanted him to come back to the team for a fifth year, the hardships of being a walk-on without a scholarship and the burden of paying for tuition, it seemed to Denis that it was the right time to go out and get a job.

Denise used her influence with her parents and Denis had several offers to go into the automobile industry, not as a factory worker like his parents, but something more white collar, with potential for higher advancement into upper management. Denise's plan was for Denis to stay nearby while she continued on with her Master's Degree, and then they could be married in a few years when Denis was making the big bucks.

Denis thought long and hard about it. He didn't love Denise. He never had, really. He was certain that now that the status of being a Michigan Wolverine football player was over and Denise would tire of him sooner rather than later. That potential for higher advancement would be dependent only so long as he and Denise remained a couple.

Denis yearned for a return to Dixie and to the South. He had gone through one too many snowstorms and blizzards. Not only just the warmer weather, Denis all too well remembered the charm and manners of Southern Hospitality. Things moved slower and the people were nicer.

Denis accepted a job with a textile firm at a fabricating plant. He would be on the factory floor, helping to see that all the computers and computer equipment remained in good operating condition. The mill ran three shifts of eight hours each, so all the equipment was in continuous operation, and only really shut down on weekends if the mill wasn't working seven days. Denis would begin on the third shift, from 12 Midnight to 8AM.

Denise was stunned when she learned of Denis' plans. Why would he take a job that didn't even pay half of what her parents were offering him as starting pay? And then, to move out into the middle of nowhere into a small town far from everything. It was as if Denis was going redneck on her. Their parting was not exactly easy, but they did make a promise to keep in touch, though neither really expected to keep that promise for long.

Denis found a nice comfortable one-bedroom apartment in the town where he would be now working and living. He had scrounged up a few pieces of furniture, as well as some pots and pans, for the kitchen and was all set to set up housekeeping. His four most prized possessions were his 6-year-old workout bench and set of dumbbells, the roomy and comfortable couch that he had bought secondhand the year he moved out of the dorm into his own apartment while in school, and his two newest purchases a tan leather La-Z-Boy recliner and a Toshiba 50 inch big screen TV. Denis felt he was all set up to move in.

On the day he picked out the apartment and signed the lease, he had noticed that the apartment had a shared patio deck with the two bedroom apartment behind his. All the apartments had shared patios with just small wooden fences separating them. He had not noticed any neighbors that day.

On moving-in day he met Sherry. She would be in the apartment behind him and would be the neighbor he shared his second floor patio with. Sherry worked at the Waffle House down by the interstate. She seemed nice enough on first glance, and was perhaps a few years older than him at most. Sherry seemed a bit too enthusiastic about helping him get moved in. She wasn't a bad person, but it was quite obvious that she was what most others called white trash.

After a while, Denis noticed a little blonde girl in the background. Sherry then introduced her daughter who she said was just starting kindergarten. That was when Denis first met Kiera.