"The Golden Rule"

[LitWriter2013]

(OOC: When you get to the pic of the daughter, imagine the shorts are buttoned up, a white blouse hides all but her impressive cleavage, and the pose is casual and not at all seductive. This is a beautiful young woman, but she is shy and inexperienced ... virginal, actually.)

"The Golden Rule"​

"Dining room obviously, and beyond that the kitchen."

Trent gestured into the spacious, elegant room, then stepped back into the hallway to let the woman following him through the house take a look. When she'd seen enough of it, he continued the tour down the hall, opening doors and making more gestures; the library, the laundry room, the enclosed back patio, and finally the game room.

Victoria smiled a bit wider at the sight of this one, walking deeper into it that any of the others.

Trent gave her a moment to look around, then cautioned, "You're daughter's going to love it in here, but I would rather she wasn't in here unless you were actually in the room with her. While to a kid, these are just games or toys, most of what's in here is either collectable or antique ... or just plain expensive as hell. Pool table, dart board, pin ball machines ... that's about a hundred grand right here, and I know how kids get a little crazy and careless when..."

He stopped as he saw her mouth widening in a toothy smile. He became a bit embarrassed. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to imply that she would rampage through here like a herd of elephants or any--"

"That's not why I'm smiling," she laughed aloud, cutting him off. When Trent didn't ask why she was smiling, she asked, "What exactly did Margaret tell you about my daughter?"

Trent hesitated, trying to recall the high points of the very short conversation he'd had with Maggie. "Not much. She had to catch a flight. We only talked for about five minutes in the airport parking lot--"

Her face lit up in a surprised expression. "You took in a total stranger and her daughter ... based upon a five minute conversation with a friend of a friend?"

"Friend of my sister, to be precise," he corrected. "But, I've known her all my life, and she said you needed help and that you're good people -- her exact words -- and that's good enough for me."

He reached into his pocket, pulled out a folded sheet of paper, and handed it to Victoria. "Most of what I know about you and your daughter she wrote down for me while she was in the limo to the--"

His house guest erupted in laughter, then turned the paper back to Trent and asked, "How old did she say my daughter was?"

He took the paper and, as he glanced at it, answered, "Eight. She said that..."

He looked closer at the hand written note and realized that right after "Age", what he'd thought was a hastily written colon -- two vertical dashes, not dots -- was actually the number one. "Oh. Your daughter's eight-teen."

He felt a blush run through his face.

Victoria chuckled and asked, "What's wrong?"

Trent laughed, obviously embarrassed. "Nothing. I just ... well, I've never spent much time abound teenagers. Not even when I was one. I don't know anything about them."

Again Victoria laughed, reassuring him, "Don't worry. Most of what you see on television is just Hollywood selling advertising. My kid is quiet and reserved. She doesn't have a lot of friends at school, but the ones she has are, like you said, good people. She studies hard, gets good grades ... She's been accepted at six different universities, but..."

"But...?"

Victoria rubbed her finger tips together in a money gesture. "Not enough scholarship money to go around in this economy. And what with being practically homeless for the past year, we--"

Her voice cracked with emotion, but she regained her composure quickly and continued. "I didn't get her paperwork for Student Loans in in time, so ... I'm afraid she might have to wait a year until we can put some money away."

Trent was beginning to feel even worse for Victoria and her daughter. Maggie had described Vicki as a nice, attractive woman down on her luck, who just needed a place to call home until she could get on her feet. That description had tugged at Trent's heart strings, so he'd agreed to let the two women occupy a pair of empty bedrooms in his four bedroom home.

And now to hear that Victoria had this also-down on her luck, nerdy book worm of a kid who -- despite being a brain -- would probably end up flipping burgers at McDonald's for the next ten years. Well, that was just heart breaking.

Trent had enjoyed the best of his teen years: straight A's and a trust fund from his grandmother had gotten him into the University of his choice; good looks and charm had gotten into the pants of just about any young woman he'd wanted; and his father's business and political connections had gotten him onto and up the career ladder so that today, at just 38, he was semi-retired, working with just a client or two a month, and spending the rest of the time playing golf or sailing his forty foot sailboat on Lake Michigan.

And while he was still thinking about how Victoria's likely-homely daughter had probably struggled through her teens, yearning for the attention he had taken for granted, the cracked front door at the far end of the long hall opened farther and ... a box with legs walked inside.

Victoria headed quickly down the hall to help with the awkward looking package, calling out, "Sweetie! I said I'd help you with that one."

Trent followed in behind, slowly, marveling at the portion of the "girl" that wasn't obstructed by cardboard. Lightly tanned legs seemed to stretch upwards forever from a pair of modest, casual black heels up to a tiny pair of red cutoffs. As Victoria grabbed the near side of the box and turned her daughter to set the package atop another box, Trent's eyes widened.

This girl -- this "woman" -- was simply un-be-liev-able! Trent couldn't help but stare: one voice in his head was warning, She's your guest's daughter, and she's less than half your age; while a second voice was screaming, You gotta HIT that thing while she's under your roof, my GOD!

 

[Emstar202]

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[DangerousDarkEyes]

“What do you mean we’re moving into some big fancy house with a man you haven’t even met? Mom, you’ve done some crazy things before, but this is totally ridiculous.” Lisa Hunter remarked a bit angered by her mother’s decision.

“I told you, he’s a very nice man according to my friend and besides, it sure beats living out here on the streets. That’s no way for you to grow up.” Victoria said.

“It has been good enough for the last year, at least I finished high school. We could have stayed at dad’s until you found something, you know. He would have let us. But nooo….you have to put us in some stranger’s house, that for all we know could be some kind of pervert. I mean it mom, what’s wrong with someone that takes a woman and her 18 year old teenager in without meeting either of them? Sounds about as crazy as you going along with it.” Lisa’s sarcasm noted by her mother.

“You listen here Lisa, you’re going to finish packing the rest of your stuff in that big box and I’ll help you get it in the car. I’ll have no more disrespect and when we get there, you’re to be nice to this man, Trent. He is doing this out of the kindness of his heart. That’s just the kind of man he is. Now do I make myself clear?” Victoria spoke with a low demanding tone in her voice, as she had been convinced by her friend that this was man was a very upstanding man in the community and had a heart of gold. She was very grateful for this opportunity, regardless of her daughters unapproved reservations. “As far as your father goes, we haven’t heard nor seen him in nearly two years, I seriously doubt that he would have been any help to us if he can’t be located. All he really did for us was luckily leave us the car that was paid for, the house and everything in it except our own personal belongings, went up for sale at the auction. So don’t keep thinking you’re father is some nice guy, he’s not, or he wouldn’t have left us in this situation.”

Lisa said no more, not wanting to get into another battle about her father. It was very hard for her to understand that he could just walk out on them like that. She really wanted to imagine something happened and eventually he would return with a good reason for what he had been doing. Although the longer this went on, the longer she was beginning to believe her mother was right.

Lisa had thrown on a pair of shorts and top and then put the rest of her clothes and personal items in the big box. She helped her mother clean up the car and then they were on their way to this Trent’s house.

Lisa’s eyes grew big as soon as they drove into the neighborhood they were now going to be living in. It wasn’t much different than they had with her father, although a bit more expensive. When they pulled into the drive way, Victoria said she would go in and talk to Trent before they would bring their stuff in. She told Lisa to wait in the car.

It had been practically a half hour already and Lisa was still waiting very impatiently in the car. Finally she got out and picked up her big box, which was not heavy just on the bulky side. She was able to carry it to the front door pushing it open just a crack, hoping her mother would notice she was there before she lost her hold on the box.

"Sweetie! I said I'd help you with that one." her mother called out and came to help her with the box. For now they put it on the floor in the foyer and it was the first time Lisa set her eyes on Trent. He was nothing like she pictured. She had thought he was going to be some gray headed old pervert but she saw instead a very younger man that was very nice on the eyes.

“Hi, I’m Lisa,” she said quietly as she held out her hand to shake his. “You must be Trent, the owner of this fabulous home.”

 

[LitWriter2013]

“Hi, I’m Lisa,” the Angel in red said as she offered her hand. “You must be Trent, the owner of this fabulous home.”

He took her hand, softly gripping it and not wanting to let go of it until he'd led her upstairs to the master suite and the greatest night of her life -- or, at least, of his!

Trent realized that he was staring at her, but luckily -- from the moment she'd turned to face him -- his gaze had been above her neck. He smiled broadly, then glanced around the foyer, saying, "Oh, it's not much. Just a roof and four walls."

Victoria laughed nearby, reminding Trent -- thankfully -- that he and Lisa weren't alone in the room. "It's unbelievable, Mister Taylor. Thank you for giving us this opportunity."

"Trent," he said, looking to Victoria and smiling. He looked down to Lisa's flawless face, continued his smile and -- as he reluctantly released his grip on her hand -- repeated to her in what was almost a seductive tone, "Please ... call me Trent."

He took a half step back, pried his gaze from the teenager, and waved them to follow, saying, "Let me show you to your rooms."

He led the pair down an as of yet unexplored hallway to the rear guest rooms. They were on opposite sides of the hallway, each with a different color scheme but otherwise almost identical in their queen beds, free standing antique wardrobes, and large mirrored bureaus.

"The beds have fresh linen," he told them, then pointing to a door near the corner added, "And they share a bathroom. Hope that's alright. If you need it, there's another half bath off the kitchen hallway."

He slid back the drapes, exposing a sliding glass door beyond which was a large back yard with a perfectly groomed lawn and sculpted shrubberies. "This room looks out on the south lawn, the other on the pool and deck."

As he headed out into the hall again, he could hear the two already talking about which would take which room. In his mind, a little voice was screaming Lisa gets the one near the pool Trent was hoping that it would mean she'd spend more time out there ... sun bathing ... topless ... if that!

He headed back up the main hall again, talking about some of the little idiosyncrasies of the house: the alarm, the automatic power-saving features, the gate code to get into the exclusive neighborhood's entrance, which Victoria hadn't had to have today since the Security Guard had been expecting her.

When they reached the foyer again and Trent finally went quiet, it occurred to him that his listing of such things sounded more like bragging than being helpful. He wasn't that type of person: he didn't show off his wealth to appear the Big Man. But sometimes his matter-of-fact approach to situations made it appear that way.

As the two caught up with him, Trent couldn't help but wonder what these two practically-destitute women were thinking about Trent Taylor, Mister Moneybags. His stomach turned over anxiously. There was a fine line between showing off your benevolence and simply showing off, and Trent had never been very good at understanding where that line was.

As if Victoria had been reading his mind, she broached the subject of the women's payment for the amazing opportunity Trent was giving them.

"Maggie and I discussed house keeping and chores and such. You know, to compensate you for what you're doing for us."

Trent saw Lisa's reaction to her mother's words but he couldn't read the emotion. Was this the first she was hearing about this? Was she embarrassed to have her mother basically calling the pair of them Maids in this man's house, in front of him? Was she not happy about being put to work washing dishes and dusting counter tops?

Trent couldn't tell. That was another thing he'd never been good at: reading the emotions of women, young or old. It was probably the reason why he was still unmarried at 38.

"New plan, actually," he said, reaching into his jacket's inside pocket and pulling out several sheets of paper tri-folded together. He handed it to her, saying, "I made a couple of calls, and I got you some interviews. Job interviews."

Victoria's eyes widened as she stepped forward and took the papers, opening them and glancing over each quickly.

"Now, be aware that all I did was get you the interviews," he clarified. "I have no pull with the actually Human Resources people, so getting the job is up to you. And neither of them is going to support you and your--"

Her mouth dropped open. "This one pays fifteen dollars an hour!"

Trent glanced at the sheet. "But it's only twelve hours a week--"

Victoria practically slammed into Trent's chest as she threw her arms around him. "Thank you. My god, thank you, Mister Taylor."

Trent was a bit uncomfortable at the emotion of the moment. Not only did he not know the woman now clutching his body in an appreciative hug, but he also had a semi-erect penis that was excited not by her but by the cleavage and shapely ass of her 18 year old daughter.

He smiled, then chuckled as he returned the hug in a less emotional fashion. "Like I said, I only got you the interviews. Nothing's guaranteed."

When Victoria pulled back, he realized that her eyes were glazed over and a tear was running down one cheek. "I'm sure you will impress these people, and in no time you'll be back on your feet."

"Thank you--"

"Trent," he said quickly, chuckling, knowing that she was about to use his surname again.

She shared the laugh with him, confirming, "Trent. Thank you, Trent."

Victoria glanced toward her daughter with a bit of an embarrassed expression, then quickly turned and headed for the home front entrance, saying, "We should get the rest of our stuff, Lisa."

Trent knew Victoria was less in a hurry to unpack than she was to hide her emotions from her daughter. He could see that she was a proud woman. Maggie had mentioned something about a strange break up that had left her and Lisa in their current fix, but he didn't know anything more about it.

As he watched Lisa's mother hurry away, he looked back to her lovely daughter -- again miraculously keeping his gaze above that incredible body -- and smiled. "So ... do you think you'll be happy here for a while?"

In the depths of his mind, Trent was thinking, For a long ... LONG while?

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

“I get the room with the pool view,” Lisa whispered to her mother with a smile.

She couldn’t believe his house, it was much more expensive than any house she had ever been in and to say he was wealthy was an understatement. He had to be pretty rich just to have furnished the house the way he did, Lisa thought to herself. Although she kept quiet, her eyes couldn’t tear away from looking at Trent when he was showing them everything. Yet she never looked him directly in the eyes, turning her head as if she had been looking at what ever it was he was talking about. For some reason, she just couldn’t focus on anything but his good looks.

"Maggie and I discussed house keeping and chores and such. You know, to compensate you for what you're doing for us."

Lisa couldn’t believe those words were coming out of her mother’s mouth. Obviously her mother had forgot to mention they would be living as household slaves, more or less. That’s pretty much what she considered a servant, housekeeper, slave, they were all the same to the young girl. She really was about to go off on her mom about this, but luckily Trent interrupted her from speaking out about it.

"New plan, actually," he said, reaching into his jacket's inside pocket and pulling out several sheets of paper tri-folded together. He handed it to her, saying, "I made a couple of calls, and I got you some interviews. Job interviews."

Lisa didn’t look at the papers, but suddenly saw the reaction on her mother’s face and her first thought was that her mother was having a heart attack. She soon realized it was about making so much money an hour at these jobs she might get.

Lisa blushed with embarrassment when she saw the reaction her mother had, hugging this strange man. She couldn’t believe her mother would show such emotion and it had been a long time since she saw her mother so happy.

Although she was glad to see her mom happy, she wasn’t real happy about her mother having a job and leaving her alone at the house. Of course, that didn’t mean Trent would always be around, fact was she figured that meant she was stuck with all the household chores to do.

Suddenly her mother was quickly walking outside, letting her know it was time to get the rest of their stuff out of the car.

"So ... do you think you'll be happy here for a while?"

Lisa had been prepared to follow her mother when she heard Trent talk, his voice as sexy as was his body, she thought. Although she still was a bit peeved at her doing the chores.

“Well, that really depends…” she said quietly then looked up at him, “this is a big house for me to keep clean since mom will be working. I mean if she made some sort of deal and I have to keep up with the house….well…I guess we’ll just see how happy I’ll be.” Then after hearing herself and sounding as if she was ungrateful for him helping them out she added, “Thank you so much, Trent, for helping me and my mother and I’ll do whatever you need done around the house, it won’t be a problem. I just need time to keep up my studies.”

 

[LitWriter2013]

Lisa verified Trent's first thought when she showed her concern about having to do housekeeping in exchange for room and keep. But, teenager or not, she also confirmed her appreciation for what was being offered with her last comment.

Trent glanced off toward the still open front entrance, ensuring that Victoria was out of hearing before he looked back to Lisa with a wide smile and said, "You and your mother were never slated to clean my house. That was something Maggie had told Vicki ... is it alright if I call her that...? That was something to test Vicki's determination to show compensation for being given a place to stay."

He gave her a follow me gesture with a curled finger and headed down the hall toward their assigned bedrooms again. He stopped just short of the three doors off the hall and turned back to her. "This...! This is your home. For as long as you need it. The bedrooms, the laundry, the bathroom. You care for them ... clean them, I mean ... like they were your own, which they are--" He looked past her toward the kitchen, then looked back to her again. "And clean the kitchen when you use it. And that's it. I promise. You will never be responsible for anything more than that. I have two ladies who come in every Wednesday, and a man who does the yard on Thursdays."

Trent almost mentioned the pool boy who came in Mondays and Fridays, but the last thing he wanted this sexy young thing thinking about was another sexy young thing, as the 22 or 23 year old Fritz most definitely was. There had been times when Trent wished he was gay just to take advantage of the fair skinned man with the thick accent.

"You're not servants here," Trent stressed, his tone becoming more serious than he had intended. "We may not know one another now, but I assure you that I'm a decent guy to spend time around, so long as I'm shown the same respect I show those around me. You take responsibility for your actions, and the three of us will be very comfortable living here with one another."

You take your clothes off and crawl into my bed... he thought, fighting to keep his gaze high and miraculously succeeding, ...and I'll be VERY comfortable.

He looked past Lisa, down the full center of the home to the open door and the struggling Victoria carrying a rag tag assortment of bags, some over her shoulders, some clutched in her arms. He laughed, then nodded Lisa's attention that direction. "Why don't you and your mom get moved in, and we'll talk more about this later if you have any questions."

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

Lisa was quite relieved to hear that she wasn’t responsible for the entire house, only the rooms that they used and occupied. This did make her smile and thoughts of living here now were starting to sound better and better. He seemed to be as nice as her mother said, and he definitely wasn’t an old ugly coot, far from it.

She saw her mother struggling, as usual trying to bring everything in herself.

“Mom, let me help you with those things,” she said and took several of the bags from her mother, taking them to her mothers room so they could sort them out there.

After putting them on the bed, she passed her mother in the hallway, on her way out to get the rest of their stuff. Her mother had only left the cooler they had used and a bag full of the snacks they had been eating. On her way back in, she saw Trent pull out of the garage and leave which she was surprised by, considering he was letting strangers move into his house.

Lisa went straight to the kitchen and emptied the cooler and put the snacks away. She couldn’t believe the size of the kitchen and all it’s gadgets. She had just been learning to cook a few things before they left their house, but cooking in this kitchen might be a real challenge. At least it was large enough and had lots of granite counter tops to work on, maybe, she thought, when she was more familiar with Trent, she would volunteer to cook a meal. She laughed to herself, thinking he probably had a chef cooking for him too considering he had a lot of people working for him.

Lisa went back to the foyer and caught her mother handling the large box.

“Mom, let me take that, you just make sure I don’t run into anything with it.” she said gently taking the box from her mother. “Did you know that Trent left us alone here?”

“Yes, he told me he had to go out and wouldn’t be back until close to dinner time. So we have the afternoon to settle in and get to know this house a bit. I’m anxious to see the kitchen, maybe I’ll see if I can find something to cook for dinner.”

“The kitchen is fabulous, I just put our stuff away in there and I’m sure with everything he has, he probably has something you could whip up a nice dinner with.” Lisa smiled and finally was able to put the box down on the floor of her bedroom. “The first thing I’m going to check out is the pool. I wish I had a new bikini to wear, but I guess my old one will have to do for now.”

“Honey, first thing is get your things all put away and make a pile of your dirty clothes so I can do our laundry. I thought I saw some laundry detergent and dryer sheets in the laundry room.”

“That won’t take me long, then it’s the pool for me,” she said excitedly, then turned as her mother was walking out of her room, “unless you need some help with something.”

“No you go on and swim if you like, just make sure all your things are put away.”

Lisa nodded and opened her box of clothes and personal things. She was lucky that she had the clothes she did, they were bought new right before they were thrown out of their house. Of course that was two years ago, but Lisa considered that fairly new. She quickly put all the dirty clothes in a pile and then hung up some of the dresses and pants she had. She put the folded things in the drawers and her personal items in the bathroom that her and her mother would share.

As soon as she saw the bathroom, she realized why it would be no problem sharing it with her mother. It had two sinks with marble counter top and drawers for storing her items. It also had a huge glass shower stall with several jets along with a hand held shower massager. If that wasn’t enough, they also had a big soaker tub with jets in it. Lisa laughed at the size as it was almost the size of kids pool. Yes, she thought, this might turn out to be pretty fun living here.

Once she was thru, she put on her bright orange bikini which didn’t cover much, but covered more than some of the new ones they had come out with. She was glad Trent wasn’t around so she could walk around in her bathing suit comfortably. She went to the linen closet in the bathroom and found a nice plush towel, then opened up her curtains getting her first glimpse of the deck and pool.

It was absolutely the coolest pool she had seen with a rock formation at one end that had water flowing down it like waterfalls. It also had a diving board which meant it was pretty deep at that end of the pool. The rock formation also circled around a spa tub that Trent obviously had put on, as she saw the bubbles it was splashing. All of it was surrounded by a wooden deck that looked brand new, but Lisa figured that was the way they probably took care of it. It did have lots of lounge chairs and chase loungers on it along with a bar and bar stools at one end with a roof allowing for some shade for whoever sat there. She also saw that there were several patio tables with chairs and puffy cushions around them.

“This has to be heaven,” she whispered out loud, smiling broadly.

The entire back yard had flower beds on the deck and off the deck around trees, flowers everywhere. It was like something out of a magazine, she thought to herself.

First thing she did was go to the refrigerator behind the bar and opened it, finding herself a can of 7up. Then she laid out her towel on one of the chase loungers in the sun and close to the diving board. After setting herself up, putting down her 7up underneath the lounger to stay in the shade, she went to the diving board and dove into the refreshing water. She spent quite awhile in the water before getting out and laying on her stomach on the lounger, unclasping the back of the top of her bikini so she didn’t have tan lines.

Meanwhile, her mother had gotten her things put away, laundry started and went to investigate the kitchen. As soon as she walked in it, she understood what Lisa said about the kitchen. She had never been in one this new with all the new features. But she also knew her way around the kitchen and soon she had a roast with potatoes, carrots, green beans and onions in it. She also found the ingredients for a banana cream pie which she made and put in the refrigerator to cool. After cleaning up everything and the roast to cook for several hours, she got herself a glass of ice tea and went to sit outside with her daughter. Both talked about how beautiful the back yard was and how wonderful it was to be living there for now.

 

[LitWriter2013]

As he headed out of the driveway in his classic Jaguar, Trent's mind was solidly on the unbelievable form of his new young house mate. Lisa had been a happy turn of events. It wasn't like he thought anything was going to happen between them: he was 38, she was 18, and her mother wouldn't likely let the girl out of her sight when ever Trent was around.

But just knowing that so many days would begin with seeing that wonderful, teenage figure padding around his house in thigh length robes or cropped tee shirts and gym shorts ... or the old raggedy boxers of his that he would have to remember to put in a box labeled "discard", just to see is Lisa took them up as her own...

Just knowing that so many days would end with him masturbating to the image of Lisa in the tight jeans and short skirts and spaghetti strapped blouses that she surely must own -- or would, after he loaned her some money...

It wasn't like Trent didn't get any. He had two occasional lovers, women who -- like him -- enjoyed a good roll in the hay after a night on the town but simply didn't have the desire for an ongoing relationship at this stage in their lives.

But this ... Lisa! She was a different story. This was a beautiful, erotic, legal teenager ... living under his roof. She was right there!

There had to be some way to hit that!

He laughed aloud as he pulled up to a stop light, then realized the two women in the neighboring car were giving him questioning looks. He joked, "Just got the punch line."

Their expressions became even more questioning, but Trent was already pulling away at the green and continuing onward with his thoughts of being Lisa's lover.

"Shit!" he barked, realizing his mistake. He checked the traffic around him and finding it clear, spun the Jag around in a wide intersection and headed for home.



He was standing on the balcony of his bedroom, looking down upon the pool ... down upon Lisa. My god ... my god almighty. She was simply stunning. The bikini she was was sort of middle of the road on the Show it off scale, which actually pleased Trent.

So many fashions these days left nothing to the imagination. One of Trent's favorite lines had always been The most erotic thing in this world is a woman with her clothes still on. Trent really believed that: clothing covering a woman's body forced a man to use his imagination, and Trent had a wonderful imagination.

As he watched Lisa loose the back of her bikini top, laying face down on the lounger, he imagined medium sized areolas surrounding large, ever-hard nipples that doubled in size and hardness as his tongue flicked them, as his lips closed about them...

He imagined a freshly shaved pussy, as smooth as a baby's butt, its outer labia swollen with excitement, its inner labia wet when he gently opened them with toying fingers...

He imagined--

"Trent?"

Victoria's voice shocked him back into reality. He spun quickly and, not finding his lust interest's mother in view, hurried toward the bureau opposite from the open door of his bedroom. He was picking through his satchel when Victoria poked her head through the door and smiled.

"You're back. Sorry, I ... I saw your car in the driveway but I couldn't find you, so..."

"I forgot something," he said, pulling a thin folder out of the case and finding her reflection in the mirror. He started to turn her way -- to exit the room -- when he realized that his raging hard on was tenting the front of his slacks. He flashed the folder above his shoulders, explaining, "Hard to discuss money with a client if you don't have the numbers."

Victoria had a concerned look on her face. "I'm ... I'm sorry. I didn't know whether I should come up here, but ... I looked for you down--"

"That's fine, Vicki," he said with a smile. He chuckled. "Now, I'm sorry. I didn't ask if it was okay to call you Vicki."

"That's fine. I like it."

Trent couldn't help but notice the tone in her voice and the fact that his older house guest's eyes oh so quickly took a gander at his ass. He couldn't help but feel appreciated: Victoria was a beautiful woman in her own right. Trent assumed her to be 35-ish, a young mother, and she was obviously concerned with her own appearance as she'd maintained a fit, athletic figure and -- keeping up with societal norms -- did the whole hair and makeup thing to make herself presentable.

It was ironic that even after her sexy, teenage daughter had caused Trent's dick to grow to such lengths, seeing Vicki there in her tight, raggedy jeans and button up shirt with its' tails tied just above her belly button was causing his cock to remain at attention.

"Concerning the upstairs portion of the house," Trent began, trying to return the conversation to something that might cause his erection to fade away, "it's not strictly off limits or anything..." He smiled, trying to instill a light tone. "But ... it would be nice if you ... limited your--"

Vicki tossed her hands up in a surrender gesture. "Say no more! I fully understand. A man's castle and all that."

She laughed, and he joined her.

"Speaking of which," she said grimacing playfully. "We sort of took over the kitchen ... made dinner and dessert."

"As far as I am concerned," he laughed again, "you can live in that kitchen. You make me a list of what you need and I'll have it delivered. I'm sort of a microwave kind of guy, so..."

They laughed together again and talked a moment about future meals. He made sure she understood that she wasn't obligated to cook just because she and he were there, but that she was free to cook -- even if just for her and Lisa -- anytime they wanted.

Victoria apologized again for barging in, then added, "Seriously, though, Trent. I understand boundaries. And I appreciate them, Trent. I really do. We all have them."

And with a smile, she headed away and down the stairs, leaving Trent to wonder whether she had been referring to any specific boundary with her last words. Specifically, the sexy woman at the pool who, to Vicki, was still just a girl.

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

Vicki came back outside after checking the roast and getting herself another glass of ice tea.

“Well I just met Trent, he came back for something he forgot, and we talked a bit. He told me I had free reign in the kitchen and could even start a list of things I’ll need so I can cook.” she said to her daughter who instantly gave her a sharp look. “Don’t go assuming now, he only meant that if I wanted to cook for just us or for the three of us, or not at all it was entirely up to me. I think it’s wonderful, I really do miss cooking and having home made food instead of all that fast food shit we’ve been eating.”

“Mother, please…” Lisa said at the sound of hearing her mom swear, then she burst out laughing, glad to have the mother she knew and loved back with her.

It was almost as if they had just moved houses and the in between part hadn’t happened. She knew her mother had done some things while they were out on their own that she wasn’t proud of, but was necessary for their survival. Although she never asked her mother where the money came from when she would turn up with a few hundred dollars here and there. She was just happy to see her mother so happy now, and thankful to Trent for having given her mother back her dignity.

“Why don’t you get your swim suit on and join me in the pool, dinner won’t be for awhile yet, will it?” she asked, then added by conning her a bit, “he has that spa tub over there I’m sure you’d really like.”

“You know what, I think I’ll take you up on that offer, I’ll be right back. Oh and you need to turn over, you’re looking a bit red, did you forget the lotion?” Vicki said and went over fastening her daughters top.

“I didn’t know we had any, but I’m going in the water anyway.”

“I have some lotion and I’ll bring you a shirt you can put over your suit when dinner time comes around. Be right back.”

Lisa stood up and stretched her arms high above her head and then reached down and touched her toes without bending her knees. After a few stretches and finishing her 7up, tossing it in the trash bucket marked recycling, she ran off the diving board, diving into the pool. It felt very refreshing and even cool against her hot flesh.

It wasn’t long and Vicki came outside in a one piece bathing suit that hugged her body, showing off her great curves. Lisa was proud of how her mother stayed in shape, as many of her friends parents had gained weight or quite wearing make up. Not her mother, she always looked nice and made up, even when they were living on the streets. Her clothes might not be in style any more, but they looked good on her and didn’t give off the impression of and old lady or a tramp. That would have really been depressing if that had happened to her after her father walked out. Another thing she was proud of her mother was the fact that she hadn’t fallen apart over it all, but seemed to have survived it and even seemed stronger for it. She was still talking of sending Lisa to college, but Lisa had her doubts.

“You look fabulous, now dive in off the diving board,” Lisa called out to her mother, who was putting down a towel and two shirts she had brought out.

“I think I’ll let you do that, I’ll just walk in by the steps,” Vicki said, never being much of a diver.

The two woman enjoyed a nice swim and relaxed in the spa tub. Lisa mostly listened to all the reasons her mother was happy and how much better life was going to be now.

“You going to make a play for Trent,” Lisa asked, teasing her mother.

“Oh don’t be silly, I wouldn’t dream of doing that with all his help and everything. Although he is quite the looker.”

“You should go for it, mom, you’re pretty sexy you know.”

“Now honey, please don’t start with the match making, I’m really not ready to get involved with anyone right now. I want to get my life in order first which means come Monday morning I’m off to go on those interviews.”

Lisa just laughed, but let it drop for now. Awhile later they both got out of the pool and let the sun dry them off which didn’t take long. Vicki had actually a swim suit cover up that she put on over her bathing suit, while she gave Lisa one of her father’s white tailored shirts that buttoned up. Lisa rolled the sleeves up and left several buttons undone at the top of the shirt. The tails on the shirt hung down around her knees while the sides curved and showed more of her legs.

“You clean up here and then you can come in and set the table. I’m going to finish folding that last load in the dryer. Then I’ll check on the roast.”

Lisa was setting the table while Vicki was taking the roast out of the oven when Trent got home.

 

[LitWriter2013]

Once Vicki left his room, Trent's dick began to settle down a bit. Stupidly, he returned to the sliding glass door for yet another look down at Lisa, which only made Big Trent perk up again. Things only got worse then the girl's mother joined, showing her own sexy body off in a tight fitting one piece that revealed the ass of a twenty year old, not almost-forty year old.

He watched the two of them frolic from the shadows, then returned to his car and, barely, made the meeting down town. It was quick -- taking less time than the drive to it -- and soon Trent was heading back home, eager to see if the women were still at the pool and presenting him with more fantasies for bed time.

They weren't, unfortunately. Fortunately, though, Vicki had cooked a meal fit for a king. They all sat down to it and chit chatted about their day, their previous days, and their future days.

Vicki was ecstatic about her job interviews, and Trent was almost as tickled to have been able to set them up. Lisa seemed as happy as any of them, and Trent could see why: she seemed to idolize her mother from her comments during the meal and seemed only to want the best for her mother.

Trent purposefully kept away from the topic of Lisa's father, not just because he was sharp enough to know it would be a touchy subject but because Maggie had warned him off the subject, too. Couples separated: it happened. Fear of such a thing was another reason Trent himself had never gotten too serious with a woman.

Through the evening, Trent had done a very good job of sharing his attention with the two women, but he been dying to simply stare at Lisa for hours and end and was longing for some alone time with the girl.

Don't hurry this, buddy. You have days ... weeks to make this happen.

And make this happen he would. He'd had some time during the day to think about Lisa and the relationship he wanted to have with her. He wanted to be her lover. It wasn't a dream, it was a goal.

"A dream is something you want to do," he could hear his father telling him. "A goal is something you want to do that has a time table."

Trent had determined his time table. He would spend a week getting to know the women and their relationship with one another better. He would spend a week getting closer to Lisa herself, making her aware that he enjoyed her company. He'd spend a week wooing her in a number of ways already bouncing about in his dirty mind. And a few days after that, the end of the month -- just 24 days away -- he would be between her parted thighs, partaking of her and driving them both to orgasms a'plenty.

As he glanced over his wine glass at Lisa, he smiled behind its rim, thinking, It's good to have a goal in life.

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

Lisa listened mostly to Trent and her mother chatting, although Trent did his best to include her in the conversation. She made sure to put in a lot of compliments about her mother to Trent, like being a great cook, really into sports more so than other mother’s she knew and how smart she was when she helped her with her homework.

At one point, Vicki gave her daughter that certain look, meaning for her to change the subject and quit embarrassing her. Lisa knew it well, so she stopped, she didn’t want to over do it either just in case Trent might be showing interest in her mother. She didn’t want to ruin it for her, but she also could see them happy together, they at least got along better than her parents had.

Lisa, herself, found Trent very attractive and found herself staring at him when he wasn’t looking. She couldn’t help wonder what it would be like to be with a man like him. Of course, she wondered what it would be like to be with anyone for that matter. Her life head taken such a drastic change in the last two years that she hadn’t even dated in well over a year, especially when they were living on the streets.

When they were finished eating, her mom brought out the banana cream pie and they each had a slice.

“Now don’t expect desserts all the time, I don’t make them since their to heavy with calories.” Vicki chuckled, although she was serious.

They talked more about his likes and dislikes for different food and different recipes she was anxious to make since it had been so long since she had a kitchen to work in.

“Yeah, mom was always in the kitchen when dad was around, she cooked great meals and made some pretty good desserts too. Ones that you could eat even if you were dieting.” then she looked at Trent and smiled, “I think she made the desserts when she wanted dad to just fall asleep after dinner so she could watch her tv shows.”

“Lisa, I’m sure Trent doesn’t want to hear stories like that and you know how I feel about it.” Vicki said softly, blushing a rosy pink.

“Sorry mom, hey I have an idea why don’t you to leave me to clean up the mess and while you guys visit, swim or do what ever grown ups do.” Lisa said with a slight giggle. “You know what I mean, I insist on cleaning up and then if Trent doesn’t mind I’d like to go do some more swimming. I love swimming at night.”

Vicki and Trent agreed to let her clean up and left the room while Lisa cleaned up the kitchen. By the time she was thru and went outside, her mother was getting up to leave.

“It’s really been along day, and to be honest I can’t wait to lay down in that nice comfortable bed. Thanks again Trent, good night you two and Lisa, don’t keep Trent up all night either.”

With that Vicki left the two of them alone outside by the pool.

“So, do you swim a lot? I love the water, I could probably stay in it for hours on end, but you don’t have to worry about me if you wanted to go in. I’m a good swimmer.” Lisa said to Trent as she slipped off her shirt, and then covered herself back up with a towel before sitting down.

“Why did you do this for people you don’t even know, isn’t that rather dangerous?” she asked him, sincerely wanting to know his reasons.

 

[LitWriter2013]

“So, do you swim a lot?" Lisa asked after her mother departed. "I love the water, I could probably stay in it for hours on end, but you don’t have to worry about me if you wanted to go in. I’m a good swimmer.”

She was wearing a man's shirt -- maybe her fathers Trent wondered -- that showed her legs off when she stood in profile to him. She shed it suddenly, giving Trent a much closer view of the bikini he'd been spying her in early that day. He ogled her as she ditched the shirt and found a towel to wrap up in, looking away just before she looked back to him and asked the question he'd been expecting from her all day.

“Why did you do this for people you don’t even know, isn’t that rather dangerous?”

"Are you dangerous?" he asked, smiling.

He loved her reaction, smiling even broader to it before answering her. "I've been fortunate in my life, Lisa. I've never wanted for anything. Don't get me wrong. I'm not one of those rich kids that grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth."

He laughed, a bit embarrassed. "Okay. Maybe it was silver ... but hard work turned it into the gold spoon I sometimes chew on today."

He chuckled as he stood and walked to the pool's edge, staring for a moment at the gently rolling surface. He turned back to her, sipping at the wine he'd opened for the adults. "Have you ever heard of The Golden Rule?"

She didn't answer, but Trent wasn't sure whether it was because she hadn't heard of it, simply wanted to hear him explain it to her, or was thinking the same comical answer to the question that he sometimes used, He with the gold gets to make the rules.

"Do unto others as you would have them do unto you," he explained. "I think it comes from the Bible, but my family was the church going type, so I'm only repeating what I learned as a kid. Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. If you want someone to do something nice for you, do something nice for them ... first."

He wagged a finger in the air, not necessarily at Lisa. "That's where so many people go wrong with the Golden Rule. They think they have to wait for someone to do some nice for them first ... before they themselves have to reciprocate."

He moved toward Lisa, sitting in the lounger beside her that her mother had occupied earlier. In the light wind hitting his face, he could smell the soap or shampoo or perfume that she'd applied after her post-swim shower. He tried to be inconspicuous as he drew in a deep, luxurious breath, but afterward, he doubted that Lisa couldn't have noticed his action.

He sipped at his wine again and smiled. "Maggie is good people. Bad grammar, I know. But it's cute. I would do anything for Maggie. And today, that anything was giving you and your mother a place to stay. A safe place, where you can rebuild your lives. You deserve that. You deserve a chance. Everyone does. Few people get it, a second chance -- hell, even a first chance, sometimes."

He sipped at the wine again, looking deep into Lisa's dark eyes. Every thing that he'd told her was the truth; every thing he'd told her was from deep in his heart. He hadn't mentioned, though, what he was expecting to get in return.

When Maggie had originally approached him, she'd said Victoria was a beautiful single mother, key emphasis on the word beautiful. Trent had been ready to follow the Golden Rule with no benefit to him other than the slight possibility that he might sleep with Victoria at some point, maybe even often, before she made her way back out into the world.

Now, of course, his sexual target was Vicki's daughter. This was going to be a bit trickier, of course: Lisa hadn't been the one to ask for this opportunity, so she might not feel as if she owed Trent anything -- particularly sex -- in exchange for a place to sleep.

So ... Trent had to find another way to get to her. Something that was important to her; something so important that she might part her thighs to ensure it came to her.

He set his glass aside, stood, and looked down at her for a long moment. He totally changed the subject with, "And yes ... I swim a lot. Gimme a second, okay?"

He headed into the Changing Room that was just off the pool deck, found his clean swimming trunks, and changed into them. He emerged again, casual, trying not to show a reaction to Lisa's own reaction to seeing him shirtless.

Trent had worked as hard on his body over the years as he had his fortune, exercising everyday and even competing -- well, it should be noted, for an amateur -- in four Iron Man competitions around the world. He'd even been featured in as Mister July on a calendar that raised over a million dollars for one of the local school programs.

He stopped very close to Lisa, looking down into her eyes after having spent the past minute or so considering what he could offer her. "Why don't you tell me about your college opportunities. Maybe we'll get lucky, and some of the scholarship committees I have pull with might work with those schools."

He saw her eyes light up, then smile and hurried at the pool, diving long and strong and hitting the water with almost no splash at all.

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

She had listened to everything that Trent had said, especially about the Golden Rule, which she had been taught also, but until today she never looked at it like he did. That was probably why her mother had gone ahead and made him a meal without asking or waiting to be asked. Now she understood how all that worked, although she wasn’t sure there was anything she could do for him other than what she had already been asked to do.

She had agreed with him when it came to Maggie, as she liked the woman herself. She made Lisa laugh a lot, especially because Lisa was so good at English and grammar.

When he first came out of the dressing room in just his swim suit, she was sure her mouth fell open and she gasped. She had quickly then looked away, not wanting to seem so obviously ogling his body. He had the best body she had ever seen on a guy, she thought to herself. Of course, she didn’t have a lot to compare to, but he looked good enough to be in the movies, she thought.

"Why don't you tell me about your college opportunities. Maybe we'll get lucky, and some of the scholarship committees I have pull with might work with those schools."

Lisa’s eye’s went wide as he mentioned college and scholarship committees. It was something she really wanted to do, whether she had to live at home and go, or have to live at a dorm away from home. She didn’t care which it was, although there were several colleges already offering her a place in their school, she just didn’t have the money. One of the college’s was a short ways from here, where she could remain living here and go, then she could keep an eye on her mother, she thought to herself. Of course, she was already thinking she was in, when he had only mentioned it lightly. It wasn’t a for sure thing.

She watched him do the perfect dive into the pool, coming up at the other end. Now that he was in the pool, she felt a bit embarrassed about taking off the towel and going in herself. So it took her several moments and then with towel still on, she went to the steps, stepping down one step so she could check the water temperature. It was nice, heavenly and she quickly discarded the towel, walking into the water.

She ducked under water and swam to close to wear he was standing.

“Where did you learn to dive like that? It makes my diving look sick…” she said with a smile and gleam in her eyes.

“Thanks for explaining to me why you took us in, I really was starting to think you and my mom were both crazy.” she laughed, blushing a bit.

 

[LitWriter2013]

(OOC: Only have a few minutes.)

Trent treaded toward her until he was in just four feet of water and stood. The droplets of water cascaded down his fit form. He knew he looked good, and -- though she tried to hide it -- he knew Lisa was checking him out, just as he had done with her, so many times.

He smiled at her comment about diving, answering, "I had the hots for a girl on the swim team ...so I learned to dive."

He laughed, then sunk below the surface and frog stroked, he called it, to the base of the diving board. He practically shot out of the water, using the forces of physics and his own physical strength, and stood on the pool's edge.

Gesturing her to him, he said invitingly, "Come here. I'll show you the trick."

His tone sounded totally sincere, but in Trent's hungry mind, it was just a way for him to put his hands on his beautiful house mate's body.

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

Lisa laughed when he told her why he learned to dive and it reminded her of herself as she could see herself doing something like that. Then she saw him going under water, swimming an unusual stroke she had never learned in swimming class. She thought it quite interesting and it gave her more time to ogle his body.

Suddenly his body shot out of the water and he was standing at the pools edge. She had to blink several times, not having a clue as how he did that.’

She saw him gesturing her and telling her to come so he could show her that trick. Since she really was quite struck by the trick, she went over to him.

“Okay, teach, how do I do it,” she teased him, blushing a bit as she stood there next to him with practically nothing on.

 

[LitWriter2013]

"I wish I could say it was easy," he began, taking her softly by the elbow and moving her a little farther from the diving board. "But if it was easy, everyone could do it, and it wouldn't be special."

He stepped in behind her and started explaining about form and physics and body movement. And all the while, he was moving his hands about her arms, shoulders, and hips to help her convert his words into the movements he was describing.

Trent's cock had swollen to full size, of course: he had his hands all over the body of an 18 year old goddess who was nearly naked. The jock strap that he'd put on underneath prevented him from tenting the front of his clothes, as had happened with Victoria earlier in the day, which was preventing him from being totally embarrassed.

"Okay," he said, stepping back and ogling Lisa's perfect ass. "Give it a try."

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

Lisa was trying very hard to focus on what Trent was explaining to her. Although it was a bit difficult as she felt her body tingle every time he touched her. His hands were so soft and he was being so gentle with her, that at one time she shook and got goose bumps from his touch, blaming it on getting a chill.

“I’m not sure I’ll be able to do this, it seems a bit hard to wrap my head around.”

Suddenly she blushed, mentioning the word hard as her thoughts wondered if he was feeling the affects of touching her like she was.

“Okay, I’ll give it a try.” she replied and left the overwhelming delightful touches and swam to the bottom of the pool where he told her to.

She attempted it several times and finally was able to do the trick.

“Did you see that, wow that was fantastic, I can’t believe I did it.” she said, giddy with excitement. She didn’t notice that her breasts were jiggling as she moved in excitement and the bikini top was pulled down just enough to see the top of her dark areolas.

 

[LitWriter2013]

As he directed her on how to crouch at the bottom of the pool for the hard push toward the sirface, Trent saw her body tremble, them explode in goose bumps. She claimed she was just cold, but Trent caught her trying to suppress a shy smile and knew -- or wished hopefully -- that it was his touch that had caused her to react that way.

It took everything he had not to simply grab Lisa, turn her, embrace her, and press his lips to her own ... if not to something else. She was so amazingly sexy, not simply because of the perfect body and flawless face, but because Trent suspected that few -- if ANY -- men or "boys" had ever touched her this way. It was only supposed to be instructional and not seductive, but he knew enough about women to know that this was driving her as nuts as it was him.

“Okay, I’ll give it a try,” she said, jumping into the pool and diving to the bottom of the deep end. Lisa attempted the maneuver several times, once scaring the crap out of Trent as he feared the was going to slip on the slick tile and go face first into the concrete.

That was all Trent needed right now, having to explain to Vicki that he'd "broken" her 18 year old, half naked daughter while his concentration was on the uncomfortable slouch he was maintaining to lessen the obviousness of his up again, down ago hard-on.

He felt reasonable confident that the jock strap below his trunks was doing a reasonable job of hiding him, but Trent had been wrong before. It was ironic that out here, in the cold, in wet teunks, that his cock would be fighting the normal affect on a man's penis -- shrinkage -- and threatening to betray him to the young source of his excitement.

Lisa descended to the pool's bottom again, used her hands to tread herself into a crouch, pushed and kicked her way quickly to and theough the surface, and -- frasping the pool's lip -- shot right out of the water and onto her feet again.

“Did you see that, wow that was fantastic, I can’t believe I did it,” Lisa exploded in excitement. Trent laughed along with her, complimenting her, telling her he'd never met anyone who had learned it so quickly.

And as proud of her as he was for doing so well, his main interest was on the fact that her mipples were practically out of her bikini top, the upper edges of her dark areolas revealing themselves, so much on one breast that the edge of the cloth was pressed out away from her skin moticeably.

Trent feared embarrassing her, so her turned away -- toward the diving board -- to give her a moment to realize and correct her "situation".

"So ..." he said, half glancing back to make sure she was prepared for his full attention again. When she was, he stepped up onto the diving board, offered her a hand, and said with a challenging tone, "Next lesson. Diving."

She looked hesitate, or maybe she'd realized Trent had almost gotten an up close and personal viewing of her tits. He waggled his fingertips at her, saying, "C'mon. Show me what you can do, so I know what I'm working with."

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

She had been so excited about being able to do the trick that when she calmed down and Trent had looked away for a brief second, she realized her breasts were coming out of her bikini. She blushed wondering if he saw anything, although she figured he was the kind of man that wouldn’t have embarrassed her by telling her. Although, she couldn’t help wonder if he had seen her what he was he thinking.

She watched him get up on the diving board.

"C'mon. Show me what you can do, so I know what I'm working with."

“Okay, but I can’t dive like you do,” she said and got on the diving board in front of him.

As she made a short run down the length of the diving board, her ass swaying as she moved, she then dove into the water. She knew when she came up that she didn’t do it anything like he did, so smooth into the water that he hadn’t even splashed. She went back and got up on the diving board in front of him.

“Okay, explain to me how I can do it like you do, I really want to learn.”

She was very aware of his closeness, feeling his body heat against her body and she shivered again. She was even feeling all tingly all over which she really couldn’t explain why, just that his nearness seemed to have this affect on her.

 

[LitWriter2013]

Again, Trent employed his "innocent" touching-laced instruction technique, laying his hands softly on her waist, shoulders, and arms to show her how to spring and curl in a way that would put her into the water with nary a splash.

He was getting a bit more brave with Lisa this time, stepping closer to her on the board, so close that their breath occasional fell upon one another. At one point, while she was standing before him with her knees bent and her arms out, she lost her balance. Trent grasped her at the belly and small of her back, steadying her. Both hands contacted her bikini bottom, the most intimate contact between them thus far.

They continued forward, and when Trent thought she was ready, he stepped back to the ladder and said, "Do it."

Lisa hesitated, but bounced a couple of times on the board, sprang into the air, rolled perfectly, and pierced the pool with with a skillfull ploink.

When she came up, Trent could see the thrill in her face. Without even asking, she'd known how good the dive was. He watched her reaction for a long moment, letting her have her fun as he descended from the board, retrieved the lifeguard hook ...

...and fished her bikini top out of the pool, holding it up for her to see ... but not reach.

"Lose something?"

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

Lisa was so excited that she had actually made such a good dive and barely a splash at all. She quickly swam to the stairs hurry up them and to where Trent was. She stopped cold as he asked if she lost something and saw him holding up her bikini top.

“Oh how embarrassing,” she said, her entire body blushing a rosy red as she instantly covered her breasts by cupping her hands over them.

“You’re going to give it back to me, aren’t you?” she asked, her voice trembled, still embarrassed and didn’t know whether to run into her bedroom door or stay there and wait for him to give it back.

She didn’t move any closer, but she did look down to check and make sure she hadn’t lost the bottoms too. Relieved to see that she had them still on and he at least hadn’t seen her totally naked, she waited for him to for several minutes to give her back her top.

“Come on, you already got a show….not purposely of course….” she was looking directly into his eyes, her voice almost pleading with him to give her her top back.

At one point she couldn’t help it and looked down, straight at the crotch of his swim suit, but saw nothing. She wasn’t sure if that was a good thing, or a bad thing. Did she turn him off or was she just plain to young for him. What difference does it make Lisa, he is too much older than you, why would he get excited by a mere teenager, she thought to herself.

 

[LitWriter2013]

“Oh how embarrassing,” Lisa said, cupping her hands over her bared breasts.

Trent laughed -- short and soft, not meaning to sound cruel -- then gentlemanly diverted his eyes until she had her hands positioned the way she wanted, concealing as much of her womanhood as she could.

Trent had laid the lifeguard rescue pole out over the diving board, where he had thought she would be when she realized she was topless. The bikini top was still dangling over the pool when she asked, “You’re going to give it back to me, aren’t you?”

Trent just smiled wide, glancing between Lisa and the top, as if trying to decide.

“Come on, you already got a show….not purposely of course….”

"Well ... I don't know. It was kind of a short show."

He laughed, then looked quickly away; he'd said it before he considered how it might affect her, so he didn't really want to see her reaction.

When he looked back, he was surprised to find Lisa's gaze lower on his body. At my Abs ... or...? He was pretty sure it was or, which made him smile It was nice to think that perhaps she was inclined to ogle him just as much as Trent was inclined to ogle her.

And ogle her he had. He'd told her it had been a short show, but in fact, he'd seen much more of her -- timewise, that was -- than he was sure she would have wanted. Lisa's breasts were ob so fine, firm "b" cups with large nipples hardened by the excitement of the evening and chill of the air. Trent would have loved nothing more than to lay with Lisa and simply suckle those light brown beauties until it made her just wet her panties.

He had to give Lisa her suit back eventually, and he knew that sooner was better than later, because later came with tears and regret for having been here in the first place. He pulled the hook back, removed the bikini, and walked slowly up to Lisa, his gaze solidly upon ber sparkling eyes.

He hesitated for a moment, then glanced down to her hands-protected breasts and back up. He offered up the bikini top and, with a sincere smile said, "Short show ... but ... a very ... very, nice one Lisa."

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

She watched him as he got her top and walked up to her, holding it out to her. Now she had another decision to make, how was she going to maneuver keeping covered and take her top from him. When she heard him tell her what a very nice show it was that she had given him, she finally cracked a smile.

Lisa quickly let one hand go, while moving her arm over both breasts, covering little of either, and took her top from him. She quickly turned around and put it back on before he could see any more. But his words had left a definite impression on her. He had not embarrassed her which would have been awful, what he had done was spark a bit of arousal in her that she was not use to feeling. She especially didn’t think she would feel like this with him when she had been pushing him towards her mother.

“Thank you for being such a gentleman,” she finally said as she turned around.

Her bikini top was back on, but she was unaware of the hardness of her nipples and how they pushed out against the material of her top.

“Well now for sure I know I need a new suit if I’m going to do any diving. Like one that stays on my body, I’d hate that to happen every time I went swimming.” she hesitated just for a second and looked up at him with a sheepish grin, “of course if we were skinny dipping, that would be different, not that I ever have done that. My parents use to do it in our pool, I’d hear him them out there laughing, all the lights off, having fun and….well that was when things were different.”

She got quiet after that, having thought of other memories that were less happy. She walked back to put her towel around her as she was getting a bit chilly and she sat down, where he followed and sat beside her.

“You know something? And I’m only going to tell you cause I don’t want my mom to know, but….” she hesitated, “I’m glad I’m not home any more, is that wrong?”

 

[LitWriter2013]

(OOC: Short, no time.)

"No, of course not," Trent responded quickly. "Shit-- I mean ... things happen. I don't believe in regret. Your mother and father went their own ways for a reason, and no ine should have to live in regret -- or in guilt -- of such things. And you, Lisa, should not live in guilt or regret of how you feel about such things."

Trent reached over and laid the finger tips of one band upon her thigh. It was meant to seem almost fatherly, but when he pulled his hand back, he realized just how far up her thigh his hand had been. TOO far.

He stood, saying, "We should pack it in for the night. It's late, and I have a 6am appointment with a sail boat."

He helped Lisa to her feet, then -- glancing toward the breasts he'd seen and so badly wanted to see again soon -- and smiled. "How about a deal. I need someone to help me with some chores on the boat this Thursday. You help out ... a couple of hours, tops ... and I'll buy you a new suit, plus some suitable clothes for sailing. Good...?"

He turned to lead her back to the house, tnen stopped and turned with a devilish smirk. "I get to pick it out though ... the bikini."

 

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Lisa agreed it was getting late and she had to admit, she was finally getting tired, or rather winding down from the days events.

When she was about to go in thru her bedroom door, she heard him asking her about helping out on a sailboat this Thursday. Just the idea of being on a sailboat was enough to grab her attention. Although when he offered to pay her for her work, buy her a bathing suit and some sailing clothes, she at first didn’t know what to say. She thought it was much to much for just a couple hours of helping on the sailboat.

“I wouldn’t mind helping you for free, or for letting me live in your house, you don’t have to pay me or get me clothes.”

But he had insisted and finally she gave in, looking forward mostly to just see what his sailboat looked like. Then she laughed when he said he wanted to pick out the swim suit, so she had agreed.

“In fact, you can take me shopping and help me with the suit and the sailing clothes,” she said with a smile, now excited about something else to look forward to. “Well goodnight Trent, thank you again and thanks for teaching me some swimming techniques. Especially how to lose a bikini top…” she giggled as she walked away into her bedroom. It didn’t take her long to change into a little nightie she had and soon she was fast asleep.