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Watching Book One (ped)
This is the first story that I've posted to a.s.s. This work has taken over
a year to write. It was written for myself, and no one else.
You see, I write because I get a story line in my head and I can't get
it out until it's on paper, or in this case, on a computer screen. If I
don't get it out it haunts me, floating around in the back of my head
until I'm trying to fall asleep or just waking up. Damn annoying sometimes,
having a story line pop into your head at 1am and not being able to fall
asleep until you've let it run it's course by writing the idea down
on paper to be worked on at some later date. Or in the case of this story,
compelling enough to drive you out of bed and in front of the computer at
3am.
As I said, I write for myself. I write the way I like to read. And
it's long. Just like my favorite books and stories are. If you like short,
to the point, fuck-screaming-orgasmic-mind-boggling-never-stopping-sex
type stories, you've picked the wrong story. Sure it has sex, but
(gasp!) it also has a plot. (At least I like to think it does.)
Why has it taken over a year for me to get even book one out? Well,
editing for one. I hate it, but know it's necessary. But the story is
better for it. Two, I wrote it when I wasn't busy, or had an idea for
the plot line that just couldn't wait. Sometimes it came in 50 line
bursts every other night, sometimes a chapter a night. One memorable
time was when I wrote five chapters in one night. Some chapters I
agonized over. Others seemed to flow from my fingertips. Some chapters
are full of pain, some full of joy. Just like life.
The first words of this story were written late at night, in late
September of 1995. My Grandfather had just had his first heart attack.
The kids were barely settling into the new school year, and I was dead
tired, laying in bed, alone, when the old memories of one of my few
schoolboy crushes came to the surface. I do remember the name of the
girl, which, of course, has been changed. I was eighteen, she was
fourteen. We rode the same bus. I was very shy (I didn't go out on my
first date until I was nearly 23), and a self admitted nerd.
She, on the other hand, was what I would call 'normal'. She was pretty,
and mostly matched the physical attributes of the girl named Jenny in this
story. She caught my eye literally, and the memory stays with me even
after the years that have passed.
She was sitting in the seat in front of me, and dropped a piece of paper
on the floor. It drifted until it lay at my feet. I picked it up and
handed it to her. Our eyes locked for a second, and I froze. She had
the kind of brown eyes that were so dark that you had to look closely to
find where the iris and pupil met. She smiled and said thanks, and I nodded
politely, pulling my eyes away from hers. I sat back and thought, only
being pulled out of my reverie by the bus pulling up in front of the junior
high. (I was a Junior in High School, she an eighth grader) I watched her
leave the bus, but before she turned to climb the path to the school entrance,
she turned and our eyes met again, just for a few seconds. Then she turned
and walked up the path. I watched as she entered the building, then the
bus pulled away. That was the beginning.
For the next two years -- until I graduated, that is -- I would live for
the moments I had to sneak glances at her when she wasn't looking. She
caught me looking once or twice, much to my embarrassment. I never did
anything about it. (Now you know why I call this story "Watching".)
High School ended, I went to college, and I never saw her again. That was
what I was thinking about that night in late September, wondering about how
my life may have turned out if I had actually spoken to her. I was at a
low
point in my life, and I wrote to try to help myself feel like there was
hope somewhere, even if it was in a fantasy world. Before I knew it, this
story was in the preliminary stages of forming. It soon departed from that
initial fantasy and grew into something much more important to me. I have
no one to share this with; it deals with issues that I would most likely
be
condemned for, especially with my highly religious family. (A religion that
I
don't share.) The few friends I have simply wouldn't understand. So I
post this for you, in hopes that someone will read it, enjoy it, and maybe
even learn something from it. Enjoy.
Alan Mathews (alanmath@geocities.com)
November 1996
Watching
By Alan Mathews
The Watching Trilogy Timeline
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(January 1995)
o Book One: The Meeting begins
Book One
The Meeting
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"Intollerance and Fear of anything new are failings of our species."
-Alex
Chapter One
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ÿ
I heard someone crying quietly toward the back of the bus as
the cold January wind seeped in through the loose panes of the
school bus windows. ÿ
The trip home from school had taken a turn for the worse when the
engine of the old bus had finally ground to a halt. We were stuck
on a dark back road as night fell.ÿ
Our bus driver had left thirty minutes before to see if he could
find a phone to call for help. Our small, poor school district
wasn't even able to afford proper maintenance of their busses, much
less pay to put CB radios in them. No help had come, and I was
beginning to fear that he may have gotten lost in the swirling
snow and encroaching darkness.
The temperature had dropped rapidly after the sun had disappeared
behind the dense foliage of the surrounding forest. Now even the
children in jackets were beginning to shiver. I had a heavy winter coat
and was quite comfortable thanks to the foresight of my grandmother,
who had given it to me as a Christmas present. (One of the few presents
from her that I had ever found a use for.) I heard teeth chattering from
the
seat in front of me. Leaning forward, I peered over the back of the seat.
One of the younger girls was shivering in front of me in a light jacket
that wouldn't keep out spring weather, much less the deep freeze of January.
I had noticed her before. Hell, I had been watching her on the bus for well
over a year, sneaking glances at her when I could get away with it,
appreciating her long dark brown hair and slim form. ÿ
There are a lot of pretty girls wandering around, but something
about her was special, unique; I seemed to be drawn to her.
Something about her made me want to hold her close, to be near to
her. I had never felt that way about anyone before. Frankly, it
frightened me a little.
I had never spoken to her, although I'm certain she had
caught me looking at her once or twice. I'm not all that talkative
to anyone, much less girls. I suffer from the classic problem of
stuttering, cold sweats, and that blushing most "shy" people face when
around the opposite sex.
Mustering up my courage, I spoke.ÿ
"Are you cold?" I asked. ÿ
"Just a little." she replied, looking up at me. She was huddled
in a ball with her legs curled up beneath her, body shaking visibly
from the cold. I caught her eyes for a moment and made up my mind.
"Just a second." I said. I unzipped my coat and pulled it off
my shoulders. "Put this on." I said, holding it out to her.ÿ
"I...I can't." she said shyly. "Then you'll be cold, and it's your
coat."ÿ
"Well, I can handle the cold better than you can. If you don't
get warm soon you'll start getting hypothermic. Then we'd need an
ambulance to get you out of here, and I'd end up giving the coat to
you anyway once you slipped into delirium." ÿ
She grinned, and reached for the coat.ÿ
"Ok, I'll take it," she said while slipping the coat on. "But
won't you get hypothermic too, although I'm not entirely certain what
that means?"ÿ
"Not for a while. After all, I'm male. Males are stronger than
females." I joked.ÿ
"Oooooh! Sexist pig!" She flashed me a smile and huddled up
under my coat, her teeth no longer chattering and her shivering
fading slowly as she warmed up.
I slouched back in my seat, enjoying the afterglow of that
smile. But after a few minutes I started to feel the cold, my body
beginning to shiver as the temperature continued to drop. I managed to
keep my teeth from chattering for a few minutes, but soon I could no
longer contain it, no matter how hard I gritted my teeth.ÿ
Her head popped over the top of the seat back. She looked at
me.ÿ
"Are you Ok?" she asked, a concerned look on her face.ÿ
"Fine, fine." I said, making a superhuman effort to stop my
shivering. I failed.
She looked unconvinced. "Well...maybe we can share it, that way
we'd both be warm. It's big enough I think." she said, looking
nervously at me.ÿ
"Are you sure?" I asked, uncertain. It certainly was big
enough. It was slightly to big for me, even on my 6'2", 210 pound
frame. While it reached slightly above my knees it looked like a
long dress on her, as she was barely over five feet in height.ÿ
"Yes." she said and got up, moving to my seat. She took off the
coat, and all business, told me to get up.ÿ
"Now, if you put it on and leave the zipper open..." I followed
her instructions and we ended up comfortably situated, me with my
arms in the sleeves of the coat, her huddled up against my side
with the excess material wrapped around her. She moved a little closer
to me, sharing body heat.ÿ
"What's your name?" I asked.ÿ
"Jenny. What's yours?"ÿ
"Alex." I replied.ÿ
"Hmmm, Alex. You're a comfortable pillow." she said, resting her
head against my shoulder.ÿ
I laughed, and the conversation continued from there. We talked
about school, and people we knew. Well, actually, she talked, I
listened. I didn't know anyone at our school, despite my going to the
same school district from kindergarten up to my current grade.
"What are you going to do after you graduate?" she asked.ÿ
"I was thinking about going to college...there's a pretty good
school down in New Mexico I was planning on going to. After
that, hopefully a good job. I really just want to get out of this
town. What are you thinking about doing after high school?"
"I have no idea what I'm going to do tomorrow, much less three
or four years from now." she sighed. ÿ
"You have plenty of time. Don't worry about it. Don't push
yourself into anything. Pick something you like."ÿ I suggested.
"Maybe."ÿ
The conversation continued, until it finally died out into a
comfortable silence.ÿ
"Boy, I'm tired." she yawned.ÿ
"Go ahead and sleep." I said.ÿ
"Thanks, but then I couldn't keep the coat closed." She paused
and considered. "Hold still." she said, moving herself until she
was sitting on my lap leaning against my chest. She grabbed my arms
and wrapped them around her again. I was surprised at her forwardness,
but it felt surprisingly good, feeling her warm body pressed against
mine. She managed to zip the coat up somewhat, keeping us pressed
closely together whether we wanted to or not.
"There. Now it'll stay closed."
She rested her head on my shoulder again, her soft hair brushing my
cheek. She sighed, and a few minutes later her breathing evened out
to the whisper of her even breathing.ÿ
I watched her sleep, the ghostly light from the bus window
illuminating her face. I knew that I had a crush on this girl whom I
barely knew, I had for months. And here I was, holding her as if I had known
her for years. Frankly, I was in shock. I decided not to overanalyze the
situation, to just enjoy it, while it lasted. I hugged her tighter against
me, relishing the heat of her body contrasting to the freezing air of the
bus.
Then I drifted off into sleep as well.ÿ
ÿ
End Chapter One
Chapter Two
-----------ÿ
ÿ
I awoke to the glare of headlights shining through the grime
covered windows and the creak of tires rolling through fresh snow.
The driver had managed to get through, evidently. I found myself
almost wishing that he hadn't.ÿ
I gently shook Jenny, and she slowly came awake and looked up at
me.ÿ
"Good morning." she said with a lazy smile, and stretched as much
as she could in the confines of my coat.ÿ
"Hardly morning. The new bus just pulled up, finally."ÿ
"To bad, I was just getting comfortable."ÿ
I chuckled, and she slowly got up. I thought I had never seen
anything so beautiful as her standing in the dim light of the bus
shivering in the cold, hair slightly out of place from her hour or so of
sleep in my arms.ÿ
"We'd better go." I said, noticing that the bus was now nearly
empty, everyone else having boarded the other bus. She nodded, and
we walked over to the new bus together.ÿ
We boarded the bus, the powdery snow already having left a thin
coat of snow on our heads. We took separate seats again, her in
front of me, as always. We rode until her stop in silence.ÿ
When she got up to leave, she paused for a moment and leaned
toward me.ÿ
"Thanks for letting me share your jacket." she whispered.ÿ
"You're welcome. You kept it at just the right temperature." I
grinned. She grinned back, and suddenly leaned forward and kissed
me lightly on the cheek.ÿ
"Bye." she whispered again, and climbed off the bus.ÿ
ÿ
****ÿ
ÿ
I spent the couple of weeks thinking about what had happened, trying to
figure out how I had somehow fallen in love with a thirteen year old girl.
She was five years younger than I was, for god sake! Five years
might not make much difference to someone in their twenties, but a
senior dating an eighth grader was considered criminal by many,
dubious at best. My father was among the first category, despite
the six year age difference between my mother and father when they were
married. I was sure that Jenny's were as well. Morals seem to run in
the same directions in a small town, and the one we lived in (or rather,
near) was no exception.
I still saw her every day on the bus, but now when she saw me
she would smile at me and say hello. I began to watch her more, and she
caught me more often, each time greeted with a smile. I started to
recognize her moods, when she was happy, when she had had a bad
day...it was driving me crazy thinking about her all the time. I
couldn't go on the way I was going. I knew I had to do something about
it, but was stopped by the fears of her or my parents, the public reaction.
Hell, I was just scared that she didn't feel the same way I did and only
saw me as a friend, or possibly just the nice guy who shared a coat with
her once.ÿ
I was buried in a book one day when Jenny boarded the bus. I didn't
notice her until I happened to glance in her direction.ÿ
The look on her face tugged at me. She was curled up in one of
the seats across from me, looking alone and forlorn. She had her
knees pulled up to her chest, head resting on her arms, eyes hidden
from view. I could tell she was very close to crying just by looking
at her.ÿ
Knowing what it would look like but finally not giving a damn one way
or
another, I stepped through the aisle and slid into the seat beside
her. I gently placed a hand on her shoulder and asked, "Jenny? Are
you all right?" I could feel her body shaking under my hand. The
shaking grew worse as my words registered and she fell apart
completely, loud sobs wracking her body. I slid closer with
concern. She wrapped her arms around my neck and buried her face in
my chest, her tears soaking through my thin cotton shirt. I was
surprised, but relfexes kicked in and I picked her up and wrapped my arms
around her, trying to comfort her.ÿ
"What am I going to do?" she sobbed. "I can't go home, not now...not now
that she knows."ÿ
"Don't worry, it'll be fine. We'll work something out." I said,
not knowing what she was talking about, but being more concerned
about getting her calmed down than dealing with what her problem
was at the moment.ÿ
"But how? What will I do?"ÿ
"What will _we_ do." I said firmly. "I'm not leaving you like
this." I definitely wasn't. I wouldn't leave anyone in the state
she was in, much less someone that I felt as strongly for as I did
her.ÿ
"Why? You don't even know me...if you knew, you wouldn't even
want to be near me, much less help."ÿ
"I've helped you before, haven't I? Trust me. We'll deal with
whatever is wrong."ÿ(Taking on a lot for someone I barely knew? Sure,
but I've always been a soft one for someone in tears. It's gotten me in
a lot of trouble over the years. But usually it ends up being worth it.
In this case, it certainly was.)
She didn't reply, but her sobs began to slow some, and soon faded
to an occasional gasping shudder. She stayed huddled in my arms as
if trying to avoid the world.
ÿ
We rode the rest of the way to my house like that. When we
approached her stop I waved the bus driver on, thankful that
Jenny's younger sister wasn't on.ÿ
Within a few minutes the bus slowed to a stop in front of the
driveway to my house, and I helped Jenny up. She got shakily to her
feet, gripping my arm for both physical and mental support.
Ignoring the odd looks from the driver and other passengers, we
climbed down the steps of the bus, and walked slowly to the front
door. I unlocked it and stepped into the warm living room from the cold
January air.ÿ
I led her to the overstuffed couch that sat near the large fireplace,
and
she slumped into it, staring blankly out of the bay window and into the woods
beyond. I quickly piled a few logs onto the few embers left of the morning
fire and soon the room was filled with warm flickering light. Night was
beginning to fall in the early January fashion, making the shadows of the
furniture grow slowly longer.ÿ
"Just a second, I'm going to make us a little hot chocolate." I
said. She didn't respond and just kept looking out the window. I
looked at her worriedly, and hurried to the nearby kitchen. I was a bit
nervous about having her in my house, so few people had been there
before, but at the moment I was more worried about her than about how I
felt. I quickly microwaved some water and added the instant cocoa mix. Not
as good as homemade, but I was in a hurry.ÿ
When I walked back into the living room I saw that her gaze had
shifted from the window to the fire. I sunk slowly on to the couch
beside her, balancing the nearly full mugs in my hands. I offered
one to her, but she didn't seem to notice, so I took her hands and
wrapped them around the mug. Her fingers were cold. She made
no move to drink.ÿ
"Just drink a little, please? You might feel better." she turned
towards me, and I felt a tearing in my chest as I saw the look in her
eyes, wondering what could make someone feel so alone. But she took a
sip, then a long drink as it warmed her insides.
"Look, I meant it when I said 'we', Jenny. Whatever's wrong,
I'll help you through it."ÿ
"Help me? If you knew what this was about, you'd hate me...everyone else
who knows does. My Mom won't let me come back because of it..."
'Ahh,' I thought. 'No wonder she can't go home, her parents are angry
with
her.'
"I doubt that. I've heard and read a lot of weird things in my time,
and
I've never hated anyone for it. Just tell me and see."ÿ
"NO!" she almost yelled. "You're the only person who...has been nice to
me. No one at school...and especially not her..." she trailed off. I
was wondering who "she" was, but I obviously couldn't ask her now,
not while she was in this state of near panic.ÿ
"Ok, ok," I said soothingly. "You don't have to tell me anything." She
relaxed somewhat.
"Well, since you say you can't go home, you'll just have to stay
here for a while." I said matter of factly.ÿ
"You'd let me stay?" she said hopefully, a glimmer of hope shining in
her
eyes. "What about your parents?"ÿ
"Well, Mom...left...years ago, and my Dad's out of town for a few
weeks. Even if you need to stay longer than that, I can arrange it. My
Dad pretty much leaves me alone, and since he's only here about a month total
a year..."ÿ
Her immediate problem solved, Jenny seemed to liven up a little.ÿ
"Thank you so much, Alex." she said and hugged me. I basked in the
glow of her hug. "Ok, now that that's taken care of!" I said cheerfully,
that simple contact with her raising my spirits considerably, "Let's get
something to eat and turn in early. I think we both need it." I stated as
she yawned widely.
"Yeah, sure." she said sleepily, the warm cocoa having it's effect.
"I'll go dig out some leftovers or something, then."ÿ
"Let me help, I'm okay at using a microwave." she smiled, and
I was glad to see she was cheering up.ÿ
"I'm not sure about this microwave. My Dad bought a new one after he
blew
up the old one, and it's pretty complicated."ÿ
"Blew up the old one?" she said, wide eyed.ÿ
"Yeah, he wanted hot apple pie, and forgot that the tin was made
of aluminum. Walked away to read in his study, and left it until he was
reminded when the smoke alarm went off." I was trying to keep a
straight face, but her expression was to much. I burst out
laughing.ÿ
"You're joking!" she yelled, and punched me lightly in the shoulder.
I
continued to laugh as I held my shoulder, and she started laughing
as well. She jumped on me and it turned into a free-for-all, my six
foot two frame easily holding her off. We ended up a giggling,
laughing tangle on the couch, her on top of me, my hands gripping
her wrists. We locked eyes, and froze. We were stuck like that for a few
seconds. Then I cleared my throat and sat up.ÿ
"Yes, well, let's get dinner. I'm sure you can operate the
microwave without blowing anything up." I grinned, trying to cover up
how flustered I actually was, and the trembling I felt inside at being
so near to her.ÿ
"We'll see." she said, giving me another playful punch in the arm.ÿ
I tried to help her, but she insisted on figuring out the
microwave herself. My Dad had destroyed the old one, but not by blowing
it up. He managed to somehow spill a milkshake into the innards of the
microwave. It was an old one, and rather than have it repaired, we
replaced it. The new one, as I said, was complex. When she figured it
out
within ten minutes, I was impressed. I had played with it for half an hour,
and still had to look in the manual in the end. She heated up some
leftover spaghetti while I hunted around for the silverware. With
one person in the house most of the dishes tend to go unwashed, and
silverware disappears over time. I managed to hunt down two chipped plates
and a couple of forks by the time she had finished, and we sat down
to eat.ÿ
"How can you handle living way out here, alone so often?" she
asked between bites.
"You get used to it. Been doing it since I was ten. It's nice, you don't
have any parents telling you what to do, when to clean up your room, or what
to wear."ÿ
"Don't you get lonely? I mean, it can't be easy to be away from
your friends, and have no one to talk to."ÿ
"I don't have many friends." Friends? Me? Ha. But I wasn't going
to tell her that. "If you haven't noticed, I don't talk much." I took another
bite of spaghetti and smiled.ÿ
"Yeah, I noticed, but I figured that you just didn't want to talk to a
bunch of kids years younger than you. Besides, you're talking now, aren't
you?"ÿ
"Yes, well, I know you better now. It's easier to talk to someone you
know. Otherwise, I just don't say anything. It's easier that way."ÿ
"Easier, yes, but it sure makes it hard to make friends, especially
girlfriends." She said, spearing a meatball.
"Well, that would probably explain why I've never had a girlfriend,
wouldn't it?" I forced myself to say lightly as I looked down at my plate,
swirling the strands of spaghetti around my fork.ÿ
"You've never had a girlfriend?" she said, incredulously. "How old are
you anyway?"ÿ
"Eighteen."ÿ
"You need to get out more."ÿ
I shrugged. "I'm happy the way I am."ÿ
"Every lonely minute of it?"ÿ
"I'm not lonely...just alone." I said defensively.
She sighed, and continued to eat.ÿ
I finished quickly, and sat watching her eat. She would wind the
spaghetti around the fork like a little kid, and then scoop it into
her mouth. After each bite she would wipe her mouth daintily on a
paper towel. She looked up at me.ÿ
"What's wrong?" she asked innocently, giving me a questioning
look.
"Nothing." I said quickly. "I was just thinking about how
long it's been since anyone besides myself or my father had been in
this house."ÿ
"How long has it been?"ÿ
"Oh, I'd say seven, eight years." I leaned back in my chair.ÿ
"That long?" ÿ
I nodded, and noticed that her plate was empty.ÿ
"Want a refill?" I asked.ÿ
"No thanks, I'm full." she said, patting her stomach. I got up
and grabbed the plates.ÿ
"Wait a sec, and I'll grab you some towels so you can take a
shower before you go to bed." I said.
"That'd be great." she smiled, looking as haggard, at least as
haggard as a thirteen year old can look.ÿ
ÿ
I quickly tossed the dishes in the sink and walked back to the
dining room where she was sitting with her head on her arms resting on the
table. I paused for a moment, enjoying the scene and the contrast
of the scarred surface of the light pine table against her dark hair and
fair, pale skin. I moved over to her and touched her on the shoulder. She
gasped in surprise and almost jumped out of the chair.ÿ
"Easy! It's just me." She relaxed. "Come on, I'll show you where
everything is."ÿ
She nodded and followed me.ÿ
I climbed the stairs with her close behind me. Stopping at the
cupboards where I kept the clean towels, I pulled out a couple
for her. Then I headed for my Dad's room.ÿ
"You can sleep here. It's my Dads room, but he won't be around
for a while. We have a guest room too, but it hasn't been used in
a long time. What I don't use, I don't clean." I grinned. "Besides, this
bed is a lot more comfortable."ÿ
"It'll be fine." she said, looking around the room. I walked
over to the chest of drawers and pulled out one of my Dad's
T-shirts.ÿ
"This should work for something to sleep in." I handed it to
her, and she held it up against her chest.ÿ
"I see your Dad is as big as you are." she said, as it drooped
to well below her knees. ÿ
"Actually, he's a couple inches taller." I said as I led her
across the room to the master bath and opened the door.ÿ
"Take a shower, bath, whatever you like. My Dad always hated
running out of hot water, so we have five times as much as we've ever
needed. Don't worry about running out. Oh, and toss your clothes
out, I'll put them in the washer so you have something clean to wear
tomorrow. We'll worry about getting you more clothes later."
"Thanks."ÿ
"You're welcome." I smiled. "I'll be in my room if you need
anything. It's just down the hall, first door on the left." She
nodded and walked in, shutting the door.ÿ
I was tempted to wait around for her to toss out her clothes so I
could maybe sneak a peak, but decided that that wouldn't be 'gentlemanly'
and
went to my room to read instead.
Five minutes later I walked back into the room and grabbed her
clothes, which were lying on the floor just outside the bathroom
door. As I tossed them in the washer, I couldn't help but notice
the pair of high cut pink panties. I resisted the urge to pick
them up, and quickly slammed the lid and started the machine,
returning to my book.ÿ
I lost track of time, and it was nearly eight thirty when I
heard Jenny walk in. I looked up and immediately my mind went
numb.ÿ
Jenny was, in a word, beautiful. Her long, freshly brushed dark
hair was glistening from the shower, and I caught a whiff of the soft
lavender soap that my mother used to use. The long white T-shirt billowed
around her, her small, early teen breasts held the shirt out an inch or so
from her slim torso and tiny waist, her small nipples erect, poking through
the fabric in the cold draft. It fell from there to a few inches above her
knees where it revealed the rest of her long, lovely legs. I felt a stirring
in my pants, and I blushed while trying to keep it down.ÿ
"Something wrong?" she asked.
"Oh, nothing, nothing." I stammered. "What can I do for you?"ÿ
"How do you work the heater?" she said. "It's a little cold in
there, and I wanted to turn up the heat a little."ÿ
"Oh, it's on full. My Dad might have planned ahead for hot
water, but he underestimated how cold it could get around here. I'll get
you an electric blanket."ÿ
"Ok, that'll work."
Walking past her to the hall closet, I tried to shake the image
of her from my mind. I grabbed the blanket, and she followed me
back to her room. It was amazing how quickly I had come to think of
it as 'her' room.ÿ
"I can put it on, no problem."ÿ
"Yeah, but you'd never find the outlet. It's a little tricky."
She shrugged an motioned me towards the bed. I pulled back the
comforter and spread the blanket out on top of the top sheet, and
then pulled the comforter back. I grabbed the control box and the
plug and got down on my hands and knees, fishing under the bed for
the outlet that was built into the wall behind the headboard. As I
found it, my eyes looked up to where Jenny was standing. My eyes
followed her legs, and stopped at the hem line of the T-shirt.
Then I remembered. Her panties were in the washer, meaning she had
nothing but skin beneath that shirt! My cock shot up, and I turned
quickly so that I was resting on my side to keep her from sighting it. I
managed to plug in the blanket but pretended to keep fishing for it, waiting
for my erection to go down to the point where I could stand up without having
to run from the room in embarrassment.
"See, I told you it was hard to find." I smiled weakly up at her, as
I slowly shrank to a less noticeable size.ÿ
I got up slowly, making sure it wasn't going to spring back up.
Turning on the blanket I pulled back the covers.ÿ
"Climb in, and I'll tuck you in." I said. She smiled at me and
climbed into bed slowly, giving me a flash of leg that dazzled my
eyes and almost made me loose what little composure I had left. I
pulled the blankets up over her and tucked her in. "Comfortable?"
I asked.ÿ
"Very." she said sleepily, and yawned.ÿ
"OK, I'll see you in the morning then." I walked to the door and
turned out the lights, drawing the door closed until it was open
just enough to let a little light from the hall in.ÿ
I walked slowly back to my room, and decided to skip the shower.
I was drained from the day's events, and I nearly fell asleep while
stepping out of my clothes. I opted to wear the bottoms of an old pair
of pajamas, considering the company in the house. I turned out the light,
climbed into bed, and fell asleep almost immediately.ÿ
*****
ÿ
"Alex, can I sleep in here?"ÿ
"Huh?" I sat up groggily, blinded by the bedroom light. "What did you
say?" I could see her blush even through the blinding light.ÿ
"Well, I was wondering if, well...I don't really want to be
alone..." her voice seemed to choke off. She seemed near tears.ÿ
"Bad dream huh?" She nodded. "Sure, sure." I said, still not quite
thinking straight, still shaking my sleepiness. Looking back, I don't know
what I would have done if I was fully awake when she asked me that. But I
wasn't, so I said, "Climb on in."ÿ
"You...don't mind?" she said nervously, taking a step towards
the bed.ÿ
"No, I don't mind. It's cold, come on. Turn out the light
first, though." I added, still squinting against the light. She
turned off the light, and I was blinded again as my semi-adjusted
eyes had to adjust to full darkness again. I heard her padding
towards me, and then a squeak of bedsprings as she sat down. She
leaned back to lie down, and discovered a quirk of my bed.ÿ
"Woah!" she squealed as she rolled toward me, then bumped against
me, the front of her body pressed against my side. "Interesting
bed." she said, breathing hard.ÿ
"Yeah, fascinating what happens to a mattress when you sleep in
the same spot every night for fifteen years." I chuckled.ÿ
"I like the result, though." she said, laying her head on my
chest and draping her arm across my stomach. "I don't know how I'm
going to sleep with that heart of your beating all night long,
though." she giggled.ÿ
"I sure hope so."ÿ
"Don't bet on it." I could almost see her grin even in the dark.
"Maybe I made a mistake here!" I said in mock terror.ÿ
"Don't worry, I won't kill you in your sleep...but I might do
something else."ÿ
"Like what?" I asked, interested.ÿ
"Like THIS!" she cried, and tickled me in the stomach. I rolled
over in uncontrolled laughter, and she followed. Once again, I don't know
what I would have done if I had been fully awake, but... I grabbed her
arm, and quickly but gently pulled her hand away, quickly twisting myself
to
face her, counterattacking with a tickle to her side. She rolled
away laughing, then fought back. We wrestled for a while as I
enjoyed brief touches of more interesting parts of her anatomy.
She ended up on top again, both of us breathing heavily.ÿ
"We seem to end up in this position a lot." I said.ÿ
"Probably because I always win." she said triumphantly. ÿ
"Ok, so what did you win?"ÿ
ÿ
She kissed me. ÿ
ÿ
I was caught by surprise, but quickly responded with equal intensity.
A
few seconds later she broke the kiss, both of us breathing hard, but this
time not just from physical activity.ÿ
"What was that?" I gasped.ÿ
"My prize."ÿ
"Really?" I said, considering. "I think you're forgetting something."ÿ
"What?"ÿ
"I came in second place." I kissed her. Her tongue came into
play, pushing between my lips and dancing across the roof of my
mouth, then entwined with my mine. She started to subtly grind her
body against mine. My hands slid down to her waist, feeling the
developing curves beneath my fingertips. Her T-shirt had ridden up
during our struggle, and I pushed it higher, letting my hands play
over the soft skin of her ass, and then between her legs, feeling her wetness
on my fingers. She moved faster, moaning, her breath surging through her
nostrils. I felt her erect little nipples gouging into my chest through
the
fabric of her shirt. Experimentally, I brushed a fingertip across the tip
of
her clit. She broke our kiss and yelped, then kissed me again more
ferociously than before, telling me in no uncertain terms that she liked
what
I was doing. ÿ
I stroked the length of my middle finger slowly across her clit,
causing her to emit a long, high pitched whine of delight into my
mouth as we kissed. Leaving my thumb at her clit, I sent my middle
finger in search of her opening. Finding it, I pushed it gently
inside of her tight entrance, eliciting a groan from Jenny. She broke the
kiss again, this time due to lack of air. She began to grunt in time to
my
finger slipping in and out of her, pushing back to meet the instroke. Her
eyes were tightly closed, mouth slightly open, reaching for orgasm. Suddenly
she let out a long wail, bucking against my fingers. Her body went rigid
as I
felt her muscles tense, her body arching against me. Then she went limp
and
collapsed on my chest, breathing hard in the cool air of the room. I
hugged her against me, feeling the rapid in-out of her breath slow as she
recovered. We lay there for a few minutes, resting, while I slowly ran my
hands up and down her back.ÿ
"How are you feeling?" I asked gently, pulling damp strands of
her hair from her forehead.ÿ
"Sleepy, limp, exhausted, sticky and happy." she murmured.ÿ
"Quite a list. I don't know what I can do about the other four,
but I can definitely fix one of them." I slowly rolled over, gently
depositing her limp form on the bed. She moaned in protest as I moved away,
but I quieted her by telling her I would be back soon.ÿ
I walked quickly down the hall to the bathroom, and started the
water into the big cast iron tub. I tested the water and satisfied
that it was the correct temperature went to get Jenny ready.ÿ
She was in the same position as before, exhausted from the stress
(and the pleasures) of the day that had brought her to my bed. I
gently shook her and she woke up, at least enough to help some as I
slipped the T-shirt smelling of sweat and sex over her head. This
was my first chance to see her nude. She looked tiny compared to
the king sized bed, her arms and legs splayed at her sides, eyes
closed. Her small breasts topped by pink nipples were held flat
against her chest by gravity. Her flat stomach and tiny waist drew
your eyes lower. The only hair on her body besides that on her head
was a slight tuft of dark hair above her vaginal lips. Her slim
legs fell slightly open. I couldn'y help but stare in admiration. ÿ
When she was nude I slipped my hands under her and gently lifted
her, marveling at how light she was.ÿ
"Where are you taking me?" she said sleepily.ÿ
"You'll see." I said. Cradling her in my arms I walked to the
bathroom.ÿ
The tub was half full by that time, so I lowered her gently into the
hot water. She relaxed and sighed as the warmth of the water surrounded
her.ÿ
I slipped out of the few clothes that I had on and stepped into the
water. Jenny looked up in surprise, her eyes tracing down my front to my
still semi-erect cock. A look of curiosity crossed her face, and she
reached up and ran a finger over the crown. My cock lurched and I
gasped. She giggled.ÿ
"Sensitive, isn't it?" she grinned at me.ÿ
"Yes." I said, lowering myself into the tub. "Is this
sensitive?" I slid my finger over her pink slit, and she squealed
and jerked upward. "I guess so." I chuckled. She elbowed me in the
ribs as she turned and lay back against my chest. I wrapped my arms
around her, enjoying her water slick skin against mine. ÿ
"Do it again." she purred as she nuzzled my neck.ÿ
"Later." I whispered into her ear as I nipped it. She groaned in
frustration, wriggling sensuously against me. "Just relax." I
whispered again, gently massaging her shoulders. She obeyed, and I
reached for the sponge, wetting it. ÿ
I ran the sponge slowly over her collarbone and shoulders, then
let it trail down her side and over her breast, paying special
attention to the pink nipple. She sighed, and I felt her muscles
relax as her body molded itself to mine. Her eyes drooped and fell
closed. ÿ
I let the sponge trail slowly down her chest and across the
pale white expanse of her stomach and carefully cleaned her navel,
making her giggle. I let the sponge slip lower, and veered right at
the last second, missing her lower lips completely. She moaned in
frustration again as I gently cleaned the skin of her inner thigh, inches
away from where she really wanted to be 'cleaned'.ÿ
I pushed down slowly on her shoulders, indicating that I wanted her
to move down slightly. She complied, and I had to suppress a moan as the
slick skin of her back slipped across the underside of my erection.
I stopped her when only her head was above water, and tilted her
head back, letting her long hair trail in the water.
Leaving only her nose, eyes and mouth above the surface. I
kissed her lightly on the lips as I ran my fingers through her
hair. I reached for a soft washcloth and dipped it in the water,
using it to wipe the dried sweat from her brow and the fine details
of her face. I gently pulled her up until just her had and neck were
above the water line. I spent the next few minutes carefully
running the washcloth all over her until her skin fairly glowed
under the water. Her breath slowed, and then fell into the steady
rhythm of sleep. I stopped my caresses and hugged her against me,
listening to the lapping of the water against the porcelain of the
tub.
I reflected on all that had happened that day, and the weeks
before. I still hadn't figured out how I had managed to come from
longing for her to sitting nude in my bathtub with her in only a few
hours, but who was I to question my good fortune? It was about time
that I had some type of good luck.
Then I started to worry. What would happen if her parents came looking
for her, or called the police when she didn't show up at home? I was
significantly older than she was...could what we had just done...what we
were
DOING, be illegal? After all, I was eighteen, and stuatory rape laws being
what they were... My heartbeat quickened in panic. What if she woke up in
the morning and regretted what had happened? I was actually considering
getting up and calling her parents and having her come pick her up. And
then
she wriggled in my arms, awakening.ÿ
"Alex, is there something wrong?" she asked, concerned, feeling how
tense my muscles were beneath her. ÿ
"Nothing." I responded. "Just thinking."ÿ
"About what?"ÿ
"What's going to happen when your parents call the police and have me
arrested for statutory rape."ÿ
"What!" she pulled out of my arms and turned to face me, eyes
wide. "What do you mean, 'statutory rape'?"ÿ
"It's just that I think that it's slightly illegal for someone
my age to well, do...this with someone your age."ÿ
"I don't _care_ what the idiots who made up that law think. I
know I like what happened, and I intend to do it again..." her eyes flashed
angrily, and then faded. "If you want to." she added softly, looking into
my
eyes.ÿ
"Want to? Of course I want to...I'm just worried."ÿ
"How can they arrest you if they don't know what happened? I'm
not going to tell them."ÿ
"Okay, I trust you. But can you do one thing for me? Call your parents
and tell them that you're ok and staying with a friend?"ÿ
A look of fear washed over her face, her eyes brimming with tears. "I
can't do that! They'd...they'd..."ÿ
"Easy." I said, not wanting to get her any more upset. "Can you just
call
an aunt, or something? Then they can pass on the word."ÿ
"But what if they trace the call?" she said. I thought that was
a little paranoid, but hey, you can never be to careful.ÿ
"Don't worry. I know a few tricks from some...earlier activities I was
involved in a few years ago. They won't be able to trace it."ÿ
"Okay. I'll do it, if you want me to." she hugged me. I lurched
involuntarily as the skin of her belly slid across the head of my
by now very erect cock. "Ooops." she giggled, and wriggled against
me. I gasped.ÿ
"You sure know how to change the subject, don't you?"ÿ
"Do I?" she asked innocently and sliding up to give me a quick
peck on the chin, rubbing herself against me again in the process.
I sighed.ÿ
"We'd better get out of the tub. You're getting even more
wrinkly than usual." I teased, holding up one of her water wrinkled
hands as proof.ÿ
"More wrinkly?" she screamed in mock rage, then grabbed me around the
neck pulling me under water. I came up sputtering and laughing. ÿ
"Truce!" I yelled when I saw her heading for me again. "You win.
Again."ÿ
"Good." she pouted. "Now we can get out." She hopped out, giving
me a view that left my mouth watering. I don't know where she got
the energy. I had to haul my 'old bones' out of the tub.ÿ
I grabbed an oversized towel and wrapped it around Jenny. It fell
almost to her ankles, like a long robe. I started to dry her off, paying
special attention to the more interesting areas. Her hair was a
little more difficult. Long hair may be pretty, but it certainly
does take some effort to take care of.
By the time we were finished her energy had worn down again and
she was leaning against me for support as her eyes drooped. Picking her
up, we completed the trek to my room. The air outside the bathroom was ice
cold against our still slightly damp bodies. I moved quickly, but we were
both shivering by the time we made it back to the bed. I deposited her softly
onto the bed, and she almost jumped off again when the cold sheets hit her
back. Turning off the light, I climbed in next to her. She snuggled up
against my chest as I pulled the covers over us and sighed. Wrapping my
arms around her waist, I pulled her tighter against me. She tilted her head
up towards me and I kissed her slowly, passionately. She let her head drop
when the kiss ended, resting it against my arm. I felt her breath disturbing
the hairs on my chest. She fell asleep quickly, her exhaustion catching
up
to her. I raised myself up on one arm and looked down at her, lying
peacefully in my arms. ÿ
You don't know loneliness until you've been close to someone after
all you've ever known is being alone. Jenny and I were closer than I had
ever been to anyone, despite our small amount of time together, and now I
could see how lonely a life I had led before she had stumbled into it. I
didn't know how I would deal with it after she left. ÿ
I loved her. I came to that conclusion and accepted it. She was
part of my life, the only person that had been in it for a long time. I
sighed and brushed her hair back from her forehead and ran my hand
across skin of her cheek, tracing the graceful arc of her jaw. I lay
my head next to hers and fell asleep.ÿ
ÿ
End Chapter Two
Chapter Three
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ÿ
I awoke the next morning to the sun shining though the blinds on
the window beside my bed. It was one of those crystal clear but
freezing cold days, the type only the northwestern states can provide.
It was cold enough in the room for me to see my breath, but I was lucky
enough to have a delightfully soft bed warmer cuddled up next to me.
Lying there, I appreciated her warmth. I ran my hand over her
shoulder and down her torso until my hand rested on her chest. I
felt her breath move in and out, the subtle thumping of her heart
against her rib cage. She fascinated me like no one I had ever
known. ÿ
Her lips were slightly parted; I kissed her lightly. She kissed
me back, slowly coming out of sleep. By the time we separated she
was blinking sleepily, smiling up at me. I smiled back.ÿ
"Good morning." she said and stretched, breathing deeply in the
cold air.ÿ
"Definitely good, I think."ÿ
"I think so, too." she agreed, moving closer to me and rested her
head on my chest. She started to play with my sparse chest hair,
roughing it up and then smoothing it out again. "Let's just stay
here all day."ÿ
"I like that idea." I smiled. "But we'll have to get up
sometime."ÿ
"As long as it's not right now." she sighed, closing her eyes.
We lay there for a few minutes, enjoying one another's company. My
mind wandered to the question that had been constantly bothering me
me since she kissed me the night before. ÿ
"Jenny, you don't have to answer this, but I need to ask you."
"What?" she asked. I felt her muscles tense.ÿ
"Why are you here? I mean, why did you stay? You could have
left..." I sighed. "What it boils down to is this; why did you
kiss me last night?"ÿ
She was silent for a moment, staring at the half closed blinds on the
window. ÿ
"I kissed you because you're the only one who has ever seemed to
care about me, or what happened to me. You gave me your coat, you
comforted me; if that wasn't enough, you gave me a place to
stay...You're just so kind and I just felt I had to repay you for
all you had done." ÿ
Then I realized the meaning of her words.ÿ
"You mean last night...all of it, was just payment?" I said
slowly, anger rising in my chest. "Here I was, thinking you
actually felt something for me, and all it was..." I couldn't think
about it anymore. I jumped out of bed, only pausing long enough to
grab my robe, then walked swiftly out of the room and down the
stairs. Sitting on the couch in front of the fireplace, I stared at
the cold ashes of the fire, shivering in the freezing air.
All I could think about was her, my mind buzzing with thoughts
of last night, not being able to believe that all of what had
happened had no real feeling in it. Something I had cherished, even for
just that short time. Now it was gone, taking her with it.ÿ
I heard the bed squeak upstairs, and a few seconds later, the pad
of her feet on the hardwood of the stairs. I closed my eyes and put
my head in my hands as she approached the couch. She stopped a few
feet behind me and stood there silently hunting for the right words
to say. I didn't let her.ÿ
"Why?" I asked her. "Why must everyone who ever gets close to
me have some other reason for being there?" I raised my head to
stare at the wall as tears blurred my eyes. "No one really cares.
My Dad doesn't, we barely speak to each other even when he is here.
My Mom didn't. My relatives? They don't even like having me
around. You don't care either. I let someone in and they leave, or
hurt me in one way or another. People wonder why I don't have
friends. This is why. It's just not worth the pain." ÿ
I heard a sniff behind me. I turned to see her standing behind me
in my father's old robe, tears running down her face.ÿ
"I didn't mean it the way it came out!" she sobbed. "I do like
you...a lot. I've had a, I guess you could call it a crush on you
for a long time, and then all this happened...and it just seemed so
right. I didn't mean to hurt you. I'll get my things and leave."
she turned and ran back up the stairs.ÿ
I was numb for a few moments as her words sank in. I considered what
she
had said. If she really meant what she said...I had been a total ass. I
got up and climbed the stairs. I could hear her crying and followed the sound
to my room.
I couldn't see her when I walked in the door and looked around. I
found her huddled in a corner, the robe pulled tightly around her. I walked
over to her.ÿ
"Jenny?" I said gently. She didn't respond. "I'm sorry for what
I said, and did. I misunderstood. Please don't leave."ÿ
She looked up at me in surprise, her eyes red from crying.
"You want me to stay?"ÿ
"Yes. You're...very special to me." I said with difficulty. "You
are the only one who's ever actually wanted to touch me, or be near to
me for as long as I can remember. I hadn't even had so much as a pat on
the
shoulder in over a year before you shared my coat. When you've been alone
as long as I have, you become afraid of letting anyone near you. I let you
in against my better judgment. I've been attracted to you since the first
day you climbed aboard that bus almost two years ago, but was afraid of what
would happen if anything happened, what others would think. What I'm trying
to say Jenny is that I think I love you."ÿ
"You what?" she said in shock, looking up at me with her face streaked
with tears. I collapsed against the wall and slid down until I was sitting
a few feet away from her.ÿ
"I...love you." I said, afraid to look at her. Afraid of rejection.ÿ
"Really?" she got up and sat down next to me. "You love me?"ÿ
"Yes." I sighed, finally looking at her. She started to cry again, but
wrapped her arms around me. "Thank you." she sobbed. I hugged her to me.
I stroked her back, tears dripping out of my eyes and soaking into her hair.ÿ
"So you'll stay?" I asked.ÿ
"Stay? I couldn't have left if I wanted to. I don't know where
you put my clothes." she said through the tears. I tried to keep my face
straight, but I couldn't help myself and burst out laughing. She
joined me and soon we were a laughing, crying heap in the corner of
the room. I never wanted it to end.ÿ
ÿ
*****ÿ
ÿ
She ended up cuddled in my arms, still sitting in that same
corner. It was cold and uncomfortable, but neither of us wanted to
move and break the warmth flowing through our embrace. When we
both began to shiver despite our shared body warmth, I decided it
was time to move.ÿ
"What do you say we get up and catch a quick shower, and then
eat breakfast?" I asked her.ÿ
"Sounds good to me." She hopped up. I followed. ÿ
"You get the shower water hot. I need to toss your clothes into
the dryer so you have something more to wear than just that ratty
old robe."ÿ
"What, don't you think I look beautiful?" she said, posing
provocatively.ÿ
"Well, when you wear it that way..."ÿ
"If I wore it like this in public I'd be arrested for indecent
exposure." she cut me off and grinned.ÿ
"I'd visit you in prison." I said, hugging her against me. We
kissed. I held the embrace for a few seconds.ÿ
"I love you too." she whispered into my ear, then ran off in the
direction of the master bathroom, her hair flying out behind her.ÿ
I stood there, stunned. I knew she meant it. I could sense
that she did. I almost danced my the way to the basement. Tossing her
clothes into the dryer, I ran back upstairs. I could hear the water running
as I approached the bathroom, steam billowing out the partially open door.
Pushing it open, I was instantly surrounded by clouds of steam. I walked
in.
Jenny walked out of the shadows, goddess like in her appearance. She
was
nude, having shed the robe. She had taken the time to straighten out her
hair, and her eyes seemed to glimmer in the diffused light. She was
breathtaking.ÿ
"Your shower awaits." she said seductively. I took her in my
arms and kissed her deeply.ÿ
"You're beautiful." I said, running my hands down the soft skin
of her back. She shivered.ÿ
"Brrr, your hands are cold! Let's get in the shower and I'll see
if I can warm them up a little." She grinned with a glimmer in her eye
that I was coming to recognize as arousal.
"I can't wait." I said, returning the grin. She pulled the robe
off my shoulders, and we stepped into the shower together. The
temperature was perfect.
Jenny stepped under the shower nozzle, the water slicking back
her hair and cascading over her body. She motioned for me to join
her. I slid under the shower nozzle and pulled her tightly against
me. The water filled the few gaps between our skins, making each of
us feel immersed in each other. We ran our hands over each other,
wanting to know every detail of the person we loved. My cock
pressed into the soft skin of her belly. She moved back slightly and
grasped it.ÿ
"You've done so much for me, but I've done nothing for you." she
said, running the palm of her hand over the head.ÿ
"You've done a lot more than you think."ÿ
"Maybe. But show me, I want to make you feel as good as you
made me feel."ÿ
I nodded. "You're doing pretty well as it is. Just move your
hand up and down slowly. The tip is the most sensitive." I moaned
as she followed my instructions.
"That's great." I could feel the previous night's activities catching
up with me, it felt better than I had imagined. My breathing speed up. I
grunted as I climaxed. The first jet hit her in the stomach. She gasped
and
stopped pumping as the second stream covered her hand. The next weaker
streams dripped onto the floor of the shower and ran down the drain. I
leaned against the wall in exhaustion.ÿ
"Wow. I didn't know that much would come out." Jenny said in
amazement.ÿ
"There usually isn't." I said, still panting. "It's just been
building up for a while." She moved closer to me, and I hugged her.
"Let me soap you up." I said, grabbing a bar of soap.ÿ
"I think I can do that myself." she giggled.ÿ
"Not the way I'm going to do it." I grinned at her.ÿ
"If it's the same way I'm thinking about I could manage it. But
I think I'll enjoy the result more if you do it." She stood on her
tiptoes and kissed me on the chin, moving toward the center of the
shower.ÿ
"One of these days you're going to have to show me how you would
manage it." I said with a glint in my eye as I pointed the shower
head away from us. ÿ
"Maybe next time." she said seductively.ÿ
"I'll look forward to it." I ran the soap between my hands,
spreading the lather over her shoulders and back. I massaged her
shoulders, rubbing out the tension of the last few days. My hands
slid lower as I traced the gentle curves of her waist until they
blossomed out slightly at her hips. Her small firm ass cheeks neatly
filled the palms of my hands. She ground her hips back against me,
coaxing me onward. I soaped my hands again. Starting again at
her shoulders, I let my hands move over her front, cupping her small,
half-apple sized breasts. I rolled the erect pink nipple between
thumb and forefinger. She moaned, pushing against my hands.
She twisted her head back and kissed me, our tongues sliding
deeply into each others mouths. Releasing her breasts, I let my hands
glide down over her stomach until I reached the thin patch up pubic hair.ÿ
"Do you want me to go lower?" I teased.ÿ
"Pleeeese." she moaned. I cooperated and delved between her
thighs, slipping gently between the swollen lips of her labia. She
grunted as I ran a finger over her erect clit, her body arching out
to meet my hand. She squealed in pleasure as I pushed first one then
two fingers into the tight pink confines of her vaginal walls,
stopping only at her virginity. Her hips moved with my hands as I
started to pump my fingers in and out of her, her grunts becoming
louder as she moved towards orgasm. The wet sounds of my fingers in
the pussy and her grunts of pleasure filled the shower stall.ÿ
She cried out as she reached her plateau, her body straining
rigidly outwards. Her pussy contracted rhythmically around my
fingers. A few seconds later she collapsed in my arms, gasping for
air.ÿ
"That was incredible." she gasped.ÿ
"Must have been from what I saw. In fact I'm going to have to catch it
on film one of these days." I said innocently.ÿ
"Pervert." she laughed.ÿ
"Yes, but I'm your pervert." I said, reaching for the shower head and
turning back on us. I rinsed both of our bodies while she leaned limply
against me. She sighed resignedly and let me rinse the sweat and soap off
of
her. A few minutes later we stepped out of the shower. We dried each other
off, and I tossed the towels in the customary corner of the bathroom to be
picked up whenever I got around to doing a load of laundry.ÿ
"I see I'm going to have to house train you." she said, eyeing
the sizable stack of mildew covered towels. I shrugged and walked
out the door and turning into my room and began to get dressed while
she stood watching me.ÿ
"Where are my clothes? I can't just walk around nude all day."
she said impatiently.ÿ
"Why not? I prefer my women to be nude and barefoot. Makes them
easier to manage." I said, stepping into a pair of jeans. I could
almost hear her teeth grinding from across the room. ÿ
I guffawed as I turned and saw the expression on her face.ÿ
"That's twice I got you." I laughed. I stumbled as I tried to
pull up my pants and fell backwards onto the bed, still laughing. ÿ
Up until then she had just stood there glowering at me, but when
I fell over her face melted into a grin. She walked over and lay
down beside me.ÿ
"You may be a clumsy sexist pig, but I still love you." She
laughed and kissed my cheek. She rested her head on her arm and
looked at me. I gazed back, memorizing every detail of her face.
My eyes drifted into hers and stopped. We stared at each other,
enjoying the closeness and the quiet of the moment. Then my
stomach rumbled, breaking the silence.ÿ
"I guess we'd better go get something to eat." she said.ÿ
"And get your clothes." I reminded her.ÿ
"Yes. I have to admit that this is pretty comfortable, but damn cold."
She rolled onto her back and stretched. Her back arched, forcing her
hips off of the mattress. She relaxed with her hands resting above
her head.ÿ
"How do I look?" she asked and gave me a sexy look.ÿ
"Just wait a second while I roll my tongue back in."
She laughed and rolled off the bed, standing above me.ÿ
"Let me get my pants up." I stood up and almost fell over
again. Jenny giggled. I managed to get my pants on but had some
trouble with the zipper. ÿ
"Now look at what you did." I complained, pointing to the large
bulge in the front of my jeans.ÿ
"Poor Alex." she walked over and hugged me, rubbing her body against me.ÿ
"You aren't helping any." I said weakly. She giggled again and
backed away.ÿ
"You're no fun."ÿ
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Come on." I headed for the basement and Jenny
followed.ÿ
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End Chapter Three
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Chapter Four
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ÿ
A few minutes later I was thumbing through a cookbook looking
for the pancakes recipe. Jenny was fishing through the fridge
searching for eggs.ÿ
"You know that the expiration date on your milk was two months
ago?"ÿ
"Really?" I said. "I don't drink much milk. Does it smell
sour?" She grimaced at me. I grinned. "Don't worry, I don't get
much of a chance to shop around here, so I buy in bulk. There's a
freezer out in the garage that I keep it in until I need it. I
took that gallon out a few days ago." I dumped the needed
ingredients into a bowl and turned on the mixer. I leaned against
the counter.ÿ
"Ahh. So when do you go shopping?" She grabbed a carton of eggs
from where it had been hiding behind an empty jar of pickles.ÿ
"Every couple of months. I eat a lot of canned stuff. Meat and
other stuff that goes bad goes in the freezer."ÿ
"So how old are these eggs?" she asked as she opened the carton.ÿ
"Not to old. A farmer down the road a ways drops off a dozen or
so every couple of weeks."ÿ
"Nice setup you got here. No wonder you don't see many people.
You never get out."ÿ
"Just the way I like it. The wonders of mail order. Toss me a
couple of those eggs." She did and I cracked them into the mixing
bowl. She broke a couple into a frying pan and turned on the
burner.ÿ
"So, you've been pretty much alone out here for almost ten
years. You have no friends. You don't have any family you care
for. How can you love me? I'm surprised you know what love is."ÿ
"A person knows. At least I know. I've been loved before, just
not for a long time." I turned off the mixer and plugged in the
waffle iron.ÿ
"Your father doesn't love you?" she asked.ÿ
"How can he love someone he hasn't seen for more than two days
at a time in eighteen years? Besides, I don't love him."ÿ
"What about your mother?" she asked gently. My hands gripped
the counter edge tightly and it became hard to talk.ÿ
"My mother...left...when I was ten. She couldn't take having him
around so rarely. She left one night when my father was away. I
woke up the next morning and she was...gone."ÿI managed to choke out. I
couldn't manage to admit the truth to myself, much less to her.
"She just left you there, when you were ten?" she said, horrified.ÿ
"It didn't matter much to me. I had been taking care of myself
since I was eight, anyway. All she was interested in was her soap
operas and talk shows. My Dad found me a couple weeks later,
sitting in the living room reading a book." I stopped and sighed,
releasing the counter. "It doesn't matter. It's all in the past
now."ÿ
She turned off the burner and hugged me. "I'm sorry."ÿ
"Don't be. It's pain so old it's little more than an ache now."ÿ
"It's still there, though."ÿ
"Pain like that never goes away entirely. You just learn to live
with it." I let her go and turned to the waffle iron. "Let's get this
finished, I'm starving."ÿ
ÿ
We sat down to breakfast a half hour later. It was more of a
brunch than anything else, since it was well after 11am. The sun
was shining through open curtains on the window beside the table.
The sun reflected off Jenny's hair, making it shine as her head
moved in rhythm to her bites.ÿ
"You know a lot about me Jenny, and I know next to nothing about
you." I said in between bites.ÿ
"There's nothing much to say. I have a younger sister. My
parents are pretty religious, but I never cared much for it. I
guess I saw my parents blindly following an old book and a myth and
decided it wasn't for me. They're pretty strict. I'm kinda the
black sheep of the family, to tell you the truth. I'm always off
in a corner doing my own thing, with friends my parents don't
approve of because they aren't religious."ÿ
"I'm sure they'd be thrilled with me." I said wryly. "My
grandparents tried to get me to go to church with a them a few
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