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Kayla smiled, content. The eighteen year old had put a lot of work into preparing this evening's meal, but everything had came out better than anticipated. But, Kayla reflected, the meal was the least she could do for the three men who had rescued her. The three men who had always been there for her over the last six years.
It had all started six years ago when her mother had married her stepfather. Latched onto, Kayla corrected to herself with a menace. Kayla's mother was an attractive woman...stunningly attractive, even supermodel attractive...but she had all the morals of the proverbial alley cat. Kayla could understand how her stepfather had been attracted to her mother. Kayla's mother was talk, dark, statuesque, sleek, exotic.
But Kayla's stepfather was one of the smartest men she knew. She never understood how he could have actually been dumb enough to marry her father.
But Kayla was glad he did.
At the age of twelve, Kayla was just a little black girl who was all skin, bones and dirty clothes that her mother dragged from one guy to the next. She had no idea what her new white stepfather was going to make of his new black step daughter.
Kayla's stepfather took to her instantly, making her feel at home in house instantly. Better, his two friends adopted her as well. It made Kayla feel like she was in the teenaged sequel of "Three Men and a Baby." Which really helped Kayla, inasmuch as she sometimes felt that her and her mother were the only two non-white people in this part of southwest Florida. Or at least the only non-white people who didn't clean houses or mow lawns for a living.
Six months after Kayla's mother married her stepfather, he became her legal guardian of record.
Seven months after the marriage, Kayla's mother disappeared.
At first, Kayla panicked, not sure what her status was. Her stepfather was stoic about his feelings of Kayla's mother abandoning the both of them, but he made sure that Kayla knew that his home was her home. It was their home. Kayla would always have a home.
Kayla never understood why her mother left her stepfather. He was kind, generous, supportive. Perhaps it just wasn't in her mother's nature to stay put with any man for too long. Kayla liked to think her mother stayed long enough to make sure Kayla had a home, before looking for green pastures.
Whatever it was, Kayla was home.
For the next six years, Kayla's life was perfect. She excelled in school and in the sports she followed. She was perhaps a little disappointed that she didn't follow her mother in the matter of appearance. At age sixteen, Kayla was an inch shy of six foot, and appeared to be all skin, knees and elbows. It didn't matter to her, though. She was doing well at school and at home. She had made friends, and had a family. Everything was good.
At age seventeen, things changed.
There had always been a promise of great beauty in Kayla's appearance. The cheekbones, dark bronze skin and dark silken hair that spoke of Native ancestry somewhere from her unknown biological father. Her skin was flawless and her soft, inquisitive brown eyes and ready smile could easily light up a room. When she turned seventeen, she began to blossom. By her eighteenth birthday, she was stunning, just like her mother before her. She was slender rather than skinny, and her hips and backside were pleasantly curved without being overly so. Her breasts, though had sprung up seemingly overnight, going from nonexistent to gravity defying D cups in the proverbial blink of the eye. On her eighteenth birthday, she had, in the estimate of many of her schoolmates, 'arrived.'
Kayla acted as if she didn't notice the change. Oh, she knew that her stepfather and his friends had noticed, and they always gallantly complimented her, but then on the other hand, they always been her biggest fan base even before she went from cygnet to swan. So she would blush and giggle nervously at their gentlemanly compliments, but she was still as pleased as when the congratulated her on an academic or sporting award.
Some of the young men at her school, however, who had barely acknowledged her existence, were now trying to win the favor (and favors) of this newly discovered exotic young beauty. Kayla didn't exactly rebuff them, but neither did she respond to their advances.
One young man took umbrage to his, and planned his revenge. After graduation, Kayla and her friends were planning to go to a rather tame, chaperoned event. The young man seeking 'revenge' was going to forcefully separate Kayla for her friends and take Kayla to a party he and some of his friends were holding, where Kayla would be the entertainment.
Unfortunately for the young man and his friends, they moved to quickly and were spotted by Kayla's stepfather and his two best friends. Outnumber, the three men still made quick work of the young man and his cohorts. Worse for the young men, the whole incident had been filmed, and the young men spent their time at the police station trying to be the first to rat out their friends.
And so one month later, Kayla had cooked a special meal as a sign of her gratitude for her stepfather and his friends. The three men had tried to tell her it was unnecessary, but she wanted to do this. They were the three men in her world she loved the most, admired the most. When she started dating seriously, any man she dated was going up against a very tough comparison curve, and especially where her stepfather was concerned. Though she would not admit it, in her fantasies, when she finally gave herself to a man, she always imagined it was going to be someone like her stepfather, and in her fantasies, the line between her fantasy lover and her stepfather was usually very blurred.
Kayla set out the plates on the back deck of her stepfather's home. The position of the privacy fence and the general seclusion of the house in the neighborhood gave everything in the large backyard, dominated by walkthrough garden, a very peaceful secluded feel.
Kayla set out three plates on the table on the back deck and then stepped into the nearest bathroom to check her appearance. Her long, straight hair, which reached to the middle of her back, was pulled back into a simple ponytail. She was wearing nice, simple, conservative blouse and matching blue jeans, both comfortable enough to act as waitress and chef for her three heroes. The skies were clear and there was a breeze coming off the nearby Gulf, so eating outside would be a pleasant experience. She went back into the kitchen to make sure the first course was ready to serve, when the three men finally arrived.
It had all started six years ago when her mother had married her stepfather. Latched onto, Kayla corrected to herself with a menace. Kayla's mother was an attractive woman...stunningly attractive, even supermodel attractive...but she had all the morals of the proverbial alley cat. Kayla could understand how her stepfather had been attracted to her mother. Kayla's mother was talk, dark, statuesque, sleek, exotic.
But Kayla's stepfather was one of the smartest men she knew. She never understood how he could have actually been dumb enough to marry her father.
But Kayla was glad he did.
At the age of twelve, Kayla was just a little black girl who was all skin, bones and dirty clothes that her mother dragged from one guy to the next. She had no idea what her new white stepfather was going to make of his new black step daughter.
Kayla's stepfather took to her instantly, making her feel at home in house instantly. Better, his two friends adopted her as well. It made Kayla feel like she was in the teenaged sequel of "Three Men and a Baby." Which really helped Kayla, inasmuch as she sometimes felt that her and her mother were the only two non-white people in this part of southwest Florida. Or at least the only non-white people who didn't clean houses or mow lawns for a living.
Six months after Kayla's mother married her stepfather, he became her legal guardian of record.
Seven months after the marriage, Kayla's mother disappeared.
At first, Kayla panicked, not sure what her status was. Her stepfather was stoic about his feelings of Kayla's mother abandoning the both of them, but he made sure that Kayla knew that his home was her home. It was their home. Kayla would always have a home.
Kayla never understood why her mother left her stepfather. He was kind, generous, supportive. Perhaps it just wasn't in her mother's nature to stay put with any man for too long. Kayla liked to think her mother stayed long enough to make sure Kayla had a home, before looking for green pastures.
Whatever it was, Kayla was home.
For the next six years, Kayla's life was perfect. She excelled in school and in the sports she followed. She was perhaps a little disappointed that she didn't follow her mother in the matter of appearance. At age sixteen, Kayla was an inch shy of six foot, and appeared to be all skin, knees and elbows. It didn't matter to her, though. She was doing well at school and at home. She had made friends, and had a family. Everything was good.
At age seventeen, things changed.
There had always been a promise of great beauty in Kayla's appearance. The cheekbones, dark bronze skin and dark silken hair that spoke of Native ancestry somewhere from her unknown biological father. Her skin was flawless and her soft, inquisitive brown eyes and ready smile could easily light up a room. When she turned seventeen, she began to blossom. By her eighteenth birthday, she was stunning, just like her mother before her. She was slender rather than skinny, and her hips and backside were pleasantly curved without being overly so. Her breasts, though had sprung up seemingly overnight, going from nonexistent to gravity defying D cups in the proverbial blink of the eye. On her eighteenth birthday, she had, in the estimate of many of her schoolmates, 'arrived.'
Kayla acted as if she didn't notice the change. Oh, she knew that her stepfather and his friends had noticed, and they always gallantly complimented her, but then on the other hand, they always been her biggest fan base even before she went from cygnet to swan. So she would blush and giggle nervously at their gentlemanly compliments, but she was still as pleased as when the congratulated her on an academic or sporting award.
Some of the young men at her school, however, who had barely acknowledged her existence, were now trying to win the favor (and favors) of this newly discovered exotic young beauty. Kayla didn't exactly rebuff them, but neither did she respond to their advances.
One young man took umbrage to his, and planned his revenge. After graduation, Kayla and her friends were planning to go to a rather tame, chaperoned event. The young man seeking 'revenge' was going to forcefully separate Kayla for her friends and take Kayla to a party he and some of his friends were holding, where Kayla would be the entertainment.
Unfortunately for the young man and his friends, they moved to quickly and were spotted by Kayla's stepfather and his two best friends. Outnumber, the three men still made quick work of the young man and his cohorts. Worse for the young men, the whole incident had been filmed, and the young men spent their time at the police station trying to be the first to rat out their friends.
And so one month later, Kayla had cooked a special meal as a sign of her gratitude for her stepfather and his friends. The three men had tried to tell her it was unnecessary, but she wanted to do this. They were the three men in her world she loved the most, admired the most. When she started dating seriously, any man she dated was going up against a very tough comparison curve, and especially where her stepfather was concerned. Though she would not admit it, in her fantasies, when she finally gave herself to a man, she always imagined it was going to be someone like her stepfather, and in her fantasies, the line between her fantasy lover and her stepfather was usually very blurred.
Kayla set out the plates on the back deck of her stepfather's home. The position of the privacy fence and the general seclusion of the house in the neighborhood gave everything in the large backyard, dominated by walkthrough garden, a very peaceful secluded feel.
Kayla set out three plates on the table on the back deck and then stepped into the nearest bathroom to check her appearance. Her long, straight hair, which reached to the middle of her back, was pulled back into a simple ponytail. She was wearing nice, simple, conservative blouse and matching blue jeans, both comfortable enough to act as waitress and chef for her three heroes. The skies were clear and there was a breeze coming off the nearby Gulf, so eating outside would be a pleasant experience. She went back into the kitchen to make sure the first course was ready to serve, when the three men finally arrived.
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