"The New Girl"

[ToniTaylor]

Deleted. I am returning to Literotica after being gone for quite some time, and I want to start fresh. My apologies to the writing partners I failed. I would explain if I could, but my parole officer says I shouldn't even be online, let alone on Literotica.

 

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[Anuml2017]

John and Liz - Twin Bother and Sister

John walked with his sister Liz towards the boarding house to meet their grandmother, who owned the small establishment. John admired his grandmother, who was fiercely independent and would not stay with her son, his father, on the farm. Both he and his sister lived and worked on the farm, despite being 22, as there were no jobs in Greenburg.

"Do we have to meet Grandma Clara every week, John?" his sister asked him. "I get so bored meeting her."

John looked at his sister. At 22, she was quite a looker, but her ordinary farm clothes did nothing to show off her nice body. She was 5'7" and 110lbs, with thick brown hair, brown eyes, a small waist and small tits and ass. She was wearing jeans and an old brown sweat shirt. Even though she was pretty, nobody gave her a second glance because of the way she dressed. No make up, with hair slightly dirty she looked a typical farm girl, which she was. John was sure she was a virgin, as he had not seen her meet any boys or even show any interest in them. He had friends, but she rarely spoke with any of them. She kept to herself and shared very little about what was on her mind.

"You know this is the only time we leave the farm Liz. We really need to do something more than just work, you know. And Grandma Clara is nice. She loves having us over and she always cooks something nice. So there is no reason to complain, really."

They reach the old boarding house and ring the doorbell. Grandma Clara usually takes long to open the door, but this time they hear a rattling of chains and the door quickly opens to reveal a beautiful young woman.

Taken totally aback John stutters, "You are not Grandma Clara," he says.

 

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[Bevatoria]

'Nate' - just another broke musician

The sounds wafting through the tavern early in the evening wasn't balanced. It was louder the closer you got to the source, and it wouldn't be mistaken for the finely tuned songs you heard in fancier, larger restaurants. It was missing the equalization, calibration, and several of the instruments you would normally hear in the music you took out of ipods, computer speakers, or CD players...assuming anyone in this town had heard of those things.

"Just the other night at a hometown football game
My wife and I ran into my old high school flame
And as I introduced them the past came back to me
And I couldn't help but think of the way things used to be

But it was soulful, and even if the guitar wasn't perfectly tuned, the voice showing the first signs of fatigue as Nathaniel 'Nate' Olsen started into another country tune. It was hard to play much else with an acoustic guitar and his southern voice, but it's pretty much all this hick town would let him do anyways. He didn't mind terribly. What you did for money was different from what you did for fun, after all, and he'd come to that compromise a long time ago.

She was the one that I'd wanted for all times
And each night I'd spend prayin' that God would make her mine
And if he'd only grant me this wish I wished back then
I'd never ask for anything again

He wasn't married, but easily could have been. At thirty years of age, in fine physical shape, he cut a figure in his tight black shirt and dark blue jeans, sitting on a stool in a corner of the bar where apparently there had been a jukebox in some time in the building's past. Now, there sat a dark brown stool which he was sitting on - perched on, almost - and his guitar case was on the ground. It wasn't totally empty, which, while not ideal, was better then some nights. He was a fixture here, and the owner let him play for tips after telling him, in no uncertain terms, that Nate was 'lucky' to have this safe space to play in, and not be on the street strumming for pennies.

Sometimes I thank God for unanswered prayers
Remember when you're talkin' to the man upstairs
That just because he doesn't answer doesn't mean he don't care
Some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers

For the most part, he had to take odd jobs in order to make rent on the tiny apartment he lived in above a store in town. And as he finished singing the chorus, strumming the chords into the next verse, he couldn't help but think that maybe an answered prayer or two could do him some good.

 

[Anuml2017]

Liz

I watched the door open to reveal one of the most attractive woman I had ever seen. She was like someone from a glossy magazine, someone unreal who stepped into Greenburg. I could see that John was ogling her as if he had never seen a woman before.

I stood aside and wondered if she noticed me. She said her name was Amy. I felt so inferior to her good looks that I barely heard her ask me about a spa.

I shook my head. "No spa, but we ave a couple of beauty parlors." I said.

 

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[Bevatoria]

Nate smiled and shook his head self-deprecatingly. He'd just been asked by Bruce, one of the frequent customers at this bar (and one of the few who always gave him something, even if the older man was as stingy with his tips to Nate as he had been with the bar staff) if his most recent cover - 'What The Hell Did I Say' - was based off of personal experience. Apparently, the man hadn't gotten a radio, but Nate knew better then to dispel the man's notions about who wrote the song, so the affable musician just shrugged. "Music's a mix of experience an expectations, Brucey." He said as he sidled his guitar onto the floor. He'd been playing for close to an hour and needed a breather. "Thanks folks. Will be back at it in half an hour."

A quick glance at his case determined he'd probably made fifteen bucks in tips and he couldn't help but let out a sigh. It was worse then he made at his jobs, and between that and the last two nights, would make it so he was breaking even for the week after snapping a guitar string on his Taylor a few days ago. It was the only reason he was currently wielding a darker Gibson model.

The clatter of shoes - feminine heels, to be specific - broke him out of his reverie, and he looked up to see a young, attractive brunette walking towards him. She was dressed in a black dress that hugged her slim figure, and Nate hadn't seen anyone like that in this town....well, ever.

If young women like that came in to the bar, they were passing through, and usually didn't do much more then leave him a generous tip...save the one blonde a few months ago who was still on Nate's mind through the many lonely nights he suffered through. He'd learned a long time ago not to get too busy with the women in the town. None of them were near his age, and the older ones were...well...grating, on him, to say the least, and he tolerated their advances only to get their money or their work when he needed it.

She settled on a table across from him, her eyes darting to his - and his, while trying to stay on hers, sneaking a peek at the already short hem of her dress sliding up her legs just a bit when she sat. Damnit. It has been a while... She had a beer in hand, and he couldn't help but be a little disappointed when she didn't slide a tip into the case, although she did seem interested in him.

"Amy Lee." She motioned for him to sit across from her, which Nate did, especially when he saw the bartender coming with another beer and a short glass of whisky - looked like Knob Creek from the coloration of it. "You're very good. Do you compose or just play covers?"

Nate kept a polite smile even as he warily took the drink, with the bartender inclining his head towards the lady. "It's on her." With that, his grip was a little more sure as he responded quickly. "I do write my own, Miss Lee, but when I play here it's all covers." A small swig of the whisky brought a familiar, comforting burning sensation to his throat, and he exhaled in relief as he continued. "You'll get to know that most of the people around here are comfortable with the familiar and what they know is good." He shrugged, giving Amy a meaningful look. "Not a lot of room for risk taking and changing things in a town like this."

He'd gotten to know that quickly, and really knew that after his childhood growing up here. Coming back had supposedly just been a move to rebuild, and how he was stuck here with few prospects of getting out. Turning to the mysterious stranger, he couldn't help but notice how...mature she seemed to be, at least in her mannerisms and how she conducted herself. He'd noticed her the instant she came into the bar, even if he had to keep his focus on playing. There had been a bit of hubbub about a 'newcomer', and Nate had a feeling she wasn't just here for some sort of one night stay over. If that were the case, this was usually the part where they asked him if he was busy after the show was over, and while it was an invitation a younger Nate would have taken eagerly (and this older version probably still would)...he wanted to know more.

"So, tell me a little about yourself, Miss Lee." He started deliberately, with a longer swig of his drink. "What brings you to Greenburg?" He wouldn't get the whole answer now, he knew, but even a part of it would tell him something.

 

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[Bevatoria]

Well, her answer wasn't technically a lie. But it wasn't the whole truth either, and while Nate could fully understand her reluctance to open herself up to a total stranger in a town she'd never been to, he couldn't help but be a little disapointed she wouldn't tell him more. If she stuck around, maybe in time, he'd learn more about this mysterious newcomer...including whether she always dressed like this or if she had a conservative side.

He wasn't sure which he was hoping for more.

She asked him about his songs, and he stayed with the songs he covered, mostly. While he was a country boy at heart, his own songs twisted a little more to rock and roll - or at least the more rockin' side of country - then the ballads and tales of heartbreak and woe he sung about here. But in performance, you always tried to give the crowd what they wanted, and in this town, they wanted the familiar, the comfortable, the stories of things lost and luck turning on you.

Nate had started believing it himself, about not being able to make things happen on his own. But as the sexy, bare legged brunette bid him adieu and left him a fifty dollar bill - which in of itself would be four times what he seemed to make most nights - he wondered if luck had finally smiled his way, in more ways then one as he stole a glance at her tight rear, swishing under her dress before launching into his second set.

With the night's earnings, his rent was covered, which was a welcome change for him at this time of the month. Not that he had a lot of work to make profit, but every little bit...

 

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[Anuml2017]

Liz - After the makeover

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As Amy walked out of the cafe with Bill and Ron, Liz was left alone wit Harry. This was the first time Liz had been alone with a guy at a cafe, who was not her family. It was a little scary for her, but her new clothes and hairstyle gave her much needed confidence. And Harry was looking at her admiringly, something Liz had never experienced. Adjusting herself on the bar stool she looked at Harry and asked him, "So Harry, how is it that you have never asked me out before?".

As Harry stammered a reply, Liz looked at him noticing his rather good looks and his big strong hands. Something a friend had told her came to mind. If a man has big hands, he also has a big penis. An uncontrollable urge came over her to see her first penis. Maybe it was the alcohol which she had had that was instigating these erotic thoughts. She looked down at his jeans and could see a nice bulge, and she quickly averted her eyes.

What was coming over her, she wondered.

 

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Liz

Liz woke up next morning at Grandma Clara's boarding house with a splitting headache, trying to remember what had happened the previous night. The drinking in the cafe, the cute guy Harry who was trying to get her to go and make out in his pick up truck (ugh gross) and the short walk back tI the boarding house.

And where was Amy, was her first thought. She saw her brother sleeping on the couch and hoped that he had not seen her stagger half drunk into her room. She had never drunk so much before, and she went to the kitchen to get coffee and clear her head.

It was almost 8am, but the boarding house was quiet. She walked into the kitchen.

 

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[Anuml2017]

Liz took the coffee Amy offered and as she turned around, she felt Amy smack her behind. It felt strangely erotic, especially as she was not wearing any panties under her pjs. The coffee hit the spot and she felt a lot better.

She put the coffee mug in the sink as Amy told her to get showered and that she would help her shave her legs. Leaving the kitchen she went back upstairs towards the bathroom, passing her brother who was still sleeping on the couch.

Taking off her clothes, she stepped into the shower and turned it on. She inspected her body, looking at the thick bush of red hair around her pussy and the thin sheen of hair on her legs. Amy had offered to shave her legs, but what about her pussy, she wondered. Maybe she could shave it later. She could not imagine Amy seeing her hairy pussy....nobody had seen her totally naked before.

Her thoughts were interrupted with the bathroom door opening, as Amy stepped inside. "Hold on," Liz said. "Let me wrap myself in a towel so that you can shave my legs," she said. Putting on a towel, she stepped out of the shower to see Amy with a razor in her hand.

 

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[Bevatoria]

The Next Morning - A Visitor Arrives

It was clear he didn't belong in this town. The car he drove was too shiny, too cleaned up, and far, far too new to belong in this backwards bastion of antiquity. His bluish-grey suit jacket and matching pants were too perfectly pressed, his shoes too polished, his socks and white shirt too spotless. If you talked to him, you'd say his words were too rehearsed, his compliments too phony, and his smile far, far too fake, and his teeth too perfectly white for a backwards town of just over three hundred.

But then again, as much as Jerry Reise (pronounced R-E-E-S) may have pretended to be something he wasn't, what the people of his town knew was that he was dangerous. Not physically, of course, but there were many forms of power one could have. And what Jerry had was financial power.

His job title was 'Land/Property Specialist' at Browhurst Financial. Logistically speaking, what it meant to the town was that he had a finger on the loans, mortgages, and other collateral held by every one of the major stakeholders in the town. The local cafe, the tavern, almost all of the homes worth anything were held as collateral against loans given by him. And if they failed to pay, he had been known to swoop in quickly.

The decadent, abandoned section of the town was known as 'Reise Central', which was a tiny cul-de-sac of five houses which had all been foreclosed on. He often stayed in one of the houses there when he was in Greenburg for business, the owners' having simply packed up and left upon receiving a letter that his bank was going to take possession of their house. Today, he wasn't heading there, though, as Reise hadn't decided whether to impose on the boarding house for a night or if he'd be staying longer, as he walked into the cafe.

He could feel their glares, and even a hurled insult or two, but didn't care about it as he smiled at the hostess. "Medium coffee, two sugar, one cream." Jerry took a look around, smiling at the people who hated him...hearing one comment from a nearby table. He walked over, keeping his smile as he approached the familiar patron - Daryl, his name was, a particularly bitter antagonist.

"Care to say that louder, old man?"

Daryl gleamed up at him. "Said your shoes aren't shined properly." With that, the haggard seventy year old reared up, and spit onto Jerry's shoes. His immaculate, two hundred dollar brown shoes that probably cost more then the footwear of everyone in the establishment combined.

Jerry simply smiled rubbing the toe of his shoe with the heel of the other, smudging it as he walked over. "Thanks, Daryl." He grinned. "Ruin those shoes, and it'd empty your savings account." He happened to know how much money Daryl had on deposit, and he tilted his head. "But I'm sure you'd never do anything foolish like that, right? After all...you do still need to pay off your truck."

Another beat. "And it'd be a shame if you lost that." Going over to get his coffee, he could see Laura, the hostess, staring at him with a glare of her own. He took the coffee, still with the smile, as he tasted it. "Mmm. Little warm, Laura. Be careful not to burn it." He stirred his coffee a bit with one of the few stir sticks, looking at her. "Wouldn't take much for this place to go under..."

He knew how much the businesses here struggled to stay profitable. And he'd push the bank's rates as much as he could so they teetered between profitability and loss, wanting them desperate, but not disconsolate. After all, a bankrupt business couldn't pay anyone, and Jerry had to keep the money coming in...

And there was another property in another part of town where the money had stopped coming in.