Kathos
Innocent Slut
- Joined
- May 20, 2006
- Posts
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You had always been my guidence, my refuge. My parents were split, my mom left when I was little, and my dad had just gone downhill since. I had started spending evenings at your place when he and his current ho were fighting, or fucking, too loud to stand at the house. You told me to have pride in myself and I started using my real name, Melinda.
You, more than anyone, got me into college, made me fill out apps and get a scolarship to the good school a couple of hours away. Far enough that I couldn't live at home anymore, couldn't live down the street from you.
You should have seen your face when you opened the door and saw me there, just like old times, you had thought I was gone for good. My date had been a disaster, the first one I'd ever attempted, and the boy was right, I didn't know anything. Despite my curves, bright blue eyes, and my thick red hair, despite all the offers I'd recieved through high school, I was completely inexperianced. I didn't want to end up like one of the women that came and went through my house. I wanted to be with someone who cared.
And so I was back on the doorstep of the only man I ever knew who cared. You had never seen me like this, in a dress and heels rather than jeans and sneakers, my hair styled up instead of a ponytail. I bit my lip nervously as you led me inside, asking what was wrong. I stammered and blushed as I explained what I wanted you to teach me now.
"Mr. Forrest...I mean Jeff... do you think you could teach me about... about how a woman pleases a man?" My voice begged softly, but solidified and somehow I found the determination to meet your eyes. "About how I can please you, I mean."
You, more than anyone, got me into college, made me fill out apps and get a scolarship to the good school a couple of hours away. Far enough that I couldn't live at home anymore, couldn't live down the street from you.
You should have seen your face when you opened the door and saw me there, just like old times, you had thought I was gone for good. My date had been a disaster, the first one I'd ever attempted, and the boy was right, I didn't know anything. Despite my curves, bright blue eyes, and my thick red hair, despite all the offers I'd recieved through high school, I was completely inexperianced. I didn't want to end up like one of the women that came and went through my house. I wanted to be with someone who cared.
And so I was back on the doorstep of the only man I ever knew who cared. You had never seen me like this, in a dress and heels rather than jeans and sneakers, my hair styled up instead of a ponytail. I bit my lip nervously as you led me inside, asking what was wrong. I stammered and blushed as I explained what I wanted you to teach me now.
"Mr. Forrest...I mean Jeff... do you think you could teach me about... about how a woman pleases a man?" My voice begged softly, but solidified and somehow I found the determination to meet your eyes. "About how I can please you, I mean."