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 Summer Job
   by Nysidra
   Erotic Romance (Mf, rough)
   <->
   Late one night, Leola overheard her Aunt Judy ranting about the wraith
next door.  Her parents didn't believe a word.  Her aunt was always going
on about one abomination after another.
   Regardless, the accusation stuck in Leola's young mind.  In middle
school, she made friends with Tiffany.  By high school, the local rumor was
that she had been 'wraith touched.' It made the other kids afraid, but
Tiffany was always very nice and friendly.  Rumors about wraiths circulated
with the same frequency of sluts, witches, psychos, and perverts.
   None of those salacious slurs had the effect on Leona that they were
designed to.  She grew more curious, not less.  Instead of staying away
from these kind of people, she sought to get to know them.
   All this curiosity twisted back toward its origin: her neighbor, Justin
Wade.
   The plan was simple: get to know him and learn the truth for herself.
   Saturday morning, Leola walked up to his house and knocked on the door.
   Justin opened the door in a pair of faded blue cotton shorts.  Barefoot,
no shirt.  Light brown hair mussed.  He looked relaxed, and far more
handsome up close.
   "Hi!  My name is Leola."
   He nodded, no expression.  He looked toward the street, up and down the
block.  Not much of a response, but it was better than annoyance.
   "If you have a moment, I'd like to talk you about work." Leola had
practiced that line.  She didn't want to seem like a missionary or
fundraiser.
   Justin stepped back and held the door open.
   A brown, iced drink sat on the coffee table.  On the flat screen
television, a crash scene was paused.
   "Have a seat." He closed the door and went back over to the couch.  "You
don't have an allowance?"
   "No," said Leola.  "I want to get some things that I don't want to ask
my parents for."
   He picked up his drink and sipped from it.  "Want something to drink? 
You can help yourself." The statement sounded both dismissive and
welcoming.
   Leola shook her head.
   "What kind of work are you looking for?"
   "I'm willing to do anything." Once the words were out, Leola realized
how rash she'd been.
   Super awkward silence.
   Elsewhere in the house a radio played classical music.
   Making the matter more intense, Justin looked her over, head to toe, and
took another sip from his drink.
   "I didn't mean it like that." Her face burned with embarrassment.
   "Pity."
   Her face twisted into theatrical outrage.  "Pity?  You're old enough to
be my father!"
   "Experienced and knowledgeable too, if you're interested in learning on
the job."
   She took a deep breath.  She hovered somewhere between confusion and
anger.  Then she calmed down.  He was just having a laugh at her expense.
"I didn't mean it like that.  Please, stop teasing me.  I know I misspoke."
   "I know we just met, young lady, but I assure you that I do not tease. I
assume you're not a virgin?  You'd enjoy yourself and make the money you
want." Another plainly spoken statement that sat equally between flattering
and offensive.
   Was he serious?  Leola's dress was a bit form fitting, but it was hardly
suggestive.
   "I assume all confident, beautiful young women are not virgins," said
Justin.  He stood, ice clinked in the empty glass.  "I'll get you a drink."
   Water, she hoped, but she didn't say anything.
   He returned with two glasses.  He pulled three twenties from his wallet
and set them beside her glass.  "That's sixty dollars.  You agree to
whatever you think that's worth.  Anything that happens beyond that value
is because you're enjoying yourself, not for money." He sat down on the
couch and gestured at the television with his remote.  "Should I turn this
off?"
   She imagined stomping her way to the door while telling him to fuck off
like all the haughty, judgmental girls at school.  She wasn't like that,
never had been.  She didn't come over here for money; she wanted to know
what made him a wraith.
   She couldn't learn that by running.  Leola leaned forward and picked up
the drink and the money.  She sipped the drink, smelled it.  It seemed to
be a glass of raspberry tea.
   "If you want something stronger, you'll have to make it yourself. 
Liquor is on the kitchen counter." He turned the television off.  "Take
your dress off."
   Leola tensed.  Just like that?  She took huge gulps of the tea.
   She stood and untied the bow at the back, slipped the strands from her
shoulders.  No bra, so the dress slid down, leaving her in her bright blue
thong.  She set the dress over the arm of the chair and clasped her hands
behind her back to keep from fidgeting.
   "You've grown into a beautiful young lady, Leola." He grabbed a pillow
from the couch and set it on the coffee table.  "Sit."
   In front of him, between his hair covered legs.  She walked over and sat
on his table, on the pillow.  Her fingers dug into her thighs.  What now?
What next?  How much was this worth?
   Nothing, really.
   He hadn't touched her yet.  Looking wasn't a big deal.  How many other
boys got that much for free all the time?
   "Gorgeous.  Full shape.  Like that." Justin reached out, his hand traced
the under curve of her breasts, but he didn't touch her.
   Did she want him to?
   No way.  Justin must have been at least forty years old.  No children,
no wife.  Did he have a lover?  Was it male or female?
   Her nipples hardened, but she wasn't cold.  Leola turned her eyes to the
ceiling.  No boyfriend of hers had ever examined her with such fine
scrutiny.  When he exhaled, she felt his breath on her breast, her neck. 
She smelled the liquor, sweet and a little strong.
   Feather soft trail of sensation around her areola.  He was touching her!
Dry, soft, gentle.
   Leola focused on breathing.  What would he touch next?  Where?
   The leather couch groaned.  She looked down.
   Justin was sitting back looking at her over the rim of his glass.  He
pointed to her panties.  "Take that off."
   All she heard was the pound of her heart.  Perspiration formed under her
arms and around her neck.  "I-I-I've never been naked in front of a man."
   "I have no doubt you're every bit as beautiful under that strip of
cloth."
   He made a fair point.  The inch or two over her mound wasn't much.  She
hooked her thumbs into the waist band and pulled them off.
   He made a low and constant noise like he just got a mouthful of warm
cake.  "Let me see you, Leola."
   She didn't have to ask what he wanted.  She didn't have to say that no
one, not even a boyfriend, had seen this much of her before.  She sat back
down on the pillow, set her hands on the edge of the coffee table, behind
her.  She leaned back, spread her thighs, and put her feet on the couch on
either side of him.
   Justin's erection stretched his shorts, but he didn't move.  He sipped
his drink and looked her over as if she were an art installation.  She
blushed, her chest felt tight, as if she weren't getting enough air.  Did
he like her or not?  Was she what he expected?
   "I assume you've handled an erection before?"
   She didn't look at him, only nodded.  Now the real cost would come into
play.  What would he make her do to him?  With what part of her body?  Her
heart beat a frantic pace.
   "Have you examined one rather than doing whatever the person you were
with wanted?"
   She leveled her gaze at him.  "Well ...  I was a lot younger."
   He grinned and set his drink down.  "Most boys and most men just want to
get off.  Examine me, get a good look."
   Leola took her legs down from the couch, sat up.  She felt woozy, a
little light headed.  Justin stood and she stared at his crotch as he
pulled down his shorts.
   She nearly fell backwards on the table.  He was huge!  Leola scooted
back on the table, moved the pillow aside.  His erection hung in mid air.
   She touched the underside of his cock with the back of her fingers.  It
bobbed slightly.
   "Do you want me to give you a hand job?" She whispered.
   "Not required.  I only want you to get familiar."
   Seriously?  This sounded more like fun than work.  Leola forgot about
her own nudity as she caressed up and down the length of his cock.  She
wrapped her hand around him, moved the thin skin over the stiff muscle.  He
got harder.  When she let go, the tip angled higher.  She took hold of him
again and stroked, moving the foreskin back and forth.  She took one hand
and cupped his balls, warm, a little sweaty.  Soft hairs tickled her palm.
   A car door slammed outside and Leola gasped, dropped her hands and
looked around.
   Justin fell back onto the couch laughing.  "No one is going to see you."
   "Right," she got up and drank last of her tea.  "I know."
   She followed his eyes to the wet spot she'd left on the table.  "Sorry."
She looked around for a napkin or something to clean up her mess.
   "Nonsense.  Join me on the couch."
   Leola didn't know what he expected or what she was thinking, but she
straddled his lap.  She hissed as his cock brushed along her slick slit. 
She rocked back, slid up, positioned him so that she could brush her
clitoris along his shaft.  Her hard nipples brushed his hair covered chest.
   "You're very clever," she said.
   "Am I?"
   "Very." She reached down for his cock, held it steady and lined her body
up to take him.  The head was right there, all she had to do was let
gravity do the rest.  Her breath came in short pants.  Was this the right
thing to do?  She couldn't think straight.
   "Hey," Justin put his finger under her chin.  "You can take that money
right now and go home if you want."
   "Um, I've never had a real person."
   "Then you're in a great position.  Go on."
   She moaned low in her throat as her body settled down onto him.  Warm,
so warm.  None of that cold bite like her toys at home.  Justin closed his
eyes and melted back into the couch.
   "Are men usually this big?"
   "Dicks are like breasts, all shapes and sizes."
   "I like this size." She lifted up and slowly sank onto him.  After a few
times of that, she bounced on him a little.  Her breasts bounced and
swayed, causing her to giggle.  "Sorry."
   "Stop that.  Sex is the most fun you can have as an adult.  If you're
not laughing, you're doing it wrong." He leaned forward and kissed her, put
a hand on her ass, and rolled his hips up.  "Fuck me the way you want."
   "Keep doing that, please." Leola whimpered.
   "This?" He pumped up as she came down.
   "Yes!" Her nails dug into his shoulders.  She was going to climax soon,
just like this.
   "There you go.  I'm right behind you."
   Leola ran wildly toward her climax, everything forgotten in the
anticipation of what would come next.  Squealing, bucking, whining - she
clamped down on him, wrapped her arms tight around his body.
   Justin swelled and tensed as he filled her with his semen.  Leola sagged
forward, buried her face in his neck and shuddered.  For a minute, all was
quiet.  He rubbed her back and kissed the top of her head as if they were
lovers.
   She looked at the gray hairs on his chest.  She could count 4 just over
his left pectoral.  This was not a boyfriend, not a lover, but a grown man.
   What in the hell did she just do?  She sat up and looked around.  She
needed to get dressed.
   "Not a bad start," he said.  "Now it's my turn."
   She blinked and ran his words through her head.  Start?  "What do you
mean?  You had an orgasm.  You can't do it again."
   "By whose authority?"
   "Natural law," she rolled her eyes.  "Men only come once."
   "You know the wrong men, young lady."
   "I don't know any men, but everyone knows--"
   He put his finger to her lips.  "Today is about your education, not the
world's." Justin stood, carrying her along with him.  He was still seated
inside her.  The living room became a hallway, then a bedroom.
   Justin set her down on his bed and pressed into her, keeping contact
with her body the entire time.  Leola could not deny that she was having
fun, enjoying herself, and definitely learning.
   She pulled him down into a kiss, pressed her lips to his, no tongue. 
She wanted to say thank you through a single gesture.
   He smiled down at her.  "Time to change positions." He grabbed her leg
and moved it across her body, rolling her, but remaining inside her the
whole time.  She scrambled into a semi-kneeling position.
   He slid his arms around her until he had a hold of her breasts.  "The
trick to a second round is all about timing.  Your second orgasm will be
much faster.  So, it takes finesse to keep yours at bay while I catch up."
He kissed her neck and spoke against the shell of her ear.  "I am very good
at this part."
   He started fast and hard, taking full control of the pace and intensity.
He didn't seem to be taking her slow at all.  Her moans became short gasps,
her body twitched and vaginal muscles clenched.
   He slowed, easing in and out, making a distinct wet slosh.  She came
down from the precipice and he sped up again.  The cycle repeated itself
two or three times before Leola lost her easy-going composure.
   "I don't care if you have another orgasm, damn it.  I just want to come.
Quit fucking around!" She snarled when he slowed even further.  She balled
her fist into the comforter and slammed back onto him.  "Fuck me!  Please,
Justin, fuck me.  I need to--"
   He put his hand around her throat and squeezed as he banged into her
almost violently.  She didn't consider it violent, but perfect.
   She groaned and shuddered, but never crested the plateau.  Tears spilled
down her cheeks.  The phrase 'need' always seemed silly, but not just now.
She needed him, needed him to make her come.  Leola screamed, cried with
each thrust.  In the back of her mind she hoped no one could hear her,
especially not her parents.
   He slowed, but not in a way that irritated her.  Each thrust jostled
her, propelled her forward.  He slammed into her, into a spot she sometimes
reached with her dildo.
   Instead of screaming, she whispered a fervent prayer.  "Please, just
like that.  Please, keep," then the whining and the explosion.  His hand
went back around her throat.  He growled and emptied into her for the
second time.
   They collapsed onto the bed.  It was much longer before her brain came
back from the fog.
   He cuddled her, playing over her skin.  Leola rolled over to face him
and stared at the glittering gold in his brown eyes.
   "Staring pretty hard.  My eyes?"
   She nodded.  "Is that because you're a wraith?"
   "You knew?"
   "I'd heard.  Why are they like that now?"
   "I feel good."
   She giggled.  "Literal after glow."
   He grinned.  "Yeah, I suppose so."
   She wrapped her arms around him and held him tighter.  "What am I
supposed to do now?"
   "That depends, what do you want?"
   "To see you again tomorrow," she whispered.  "For free."
   "Hardly for free."
   Leola frowned and looked up.
   "The first ride is free, after that.  I'm going to be all possessive and
clingy.  I'll want to go out with you and spend time with you.  I'll get
all fucked up on the inside if I see another guy kissing you."
   "Um, you know how old I am, right?"
   "Exactly, which means I have a 100% chance of being fucked over.  So, go
home, and think about whether you were just being curious about the wraith,
or if you actually care about me or like me at all." He put his hand over
her mouth.  "I will get invested.  I'm speaking from experience.  That's
all I'm saying.  I enjoyed you, and if I never have this moment with you
again, I'll know I made the most of it." He kissed her on the forehead then
took his hand down.
   She wasn't ready to move.  If she did, she'd just run home like a scared
little girl.  She couldn't be his girlfriend.  Didn't he know that?  "I
want to see you again, so ...  what am I agreeing to?"
   "Monogamy.  If you don't want to be with me, if you prefer someone else.
You look me in the eye and tell me so - before, not after.  I'll be upset,
but no where near what I'll be if you cheat on me."
   Leola rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling.  "You're super
intense."
   "Yes.  The after glow thing?  That doesn't happen all the time.  I'm old
enough and experienced enough to warn you about what it means.  Go on, you
know where to find me after you've had time to think about it."
   "No."
   He sat up and leaned over her.
   "I had this friend, Tiffany.  Everyone called her wraith touched.  She
didn't seem any different to me, and I didn't know what that meant, but I
knew my aunt called you a wraith.  What does it feel like, being touched?"
   He nodded and scooped her into his arms and carried her into the living
room.
   She punched his chest.  "I told you I didn't want to go." S "I heard
you." He sat down on the couch and picked up the remote.  "There's a
blanket behind you if you get cold."
   <->
   Epilogue: One day I'll probably make this make more sense, but I like
too much in its current form to go fiddling with it.  It's an adorable love
story at the moment, no logic required.
Written: May 2014
"My sexual interests are like my eating habits.  I'll try anything once,
twice, if you prepare it differently." -Bianca Lee
   Contact: nysidra at hot mail dot co
  
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