Young Coed resists landlord

[Gareman]

OOC: I'm looking for a female writer to play the part of young innocent Heather Nicholas. She is a naive young coed who rents an upstairs apartment from Mr and Mrs (Michael) Collins. They seem like a nice middle-aged couple, but Mr. Collins has a dark side that Heather soon gets a glimpse of.
She must resist his advances because she was raised to save herself for marriage... however, Mr. Collins is very persistent and will do anything to bed his new tenant...

Any takers ???

 

[Maid of Marvels]

"There you go, Heather,"

Mr. Collins said after helping me to carry my things up. "Looks like you're all set now."

"Uh huh. Thanks a heap, Mr. Collins," I answered with a smile.

"Need anything, just holler. Okay?"

"Sure will. And thanks again," I said as he let himself out of my apartment.

It was the first time I'd really been away from home. My first year at college and on my own besides. I was nervous and excited all at once. I spun myself in a circle and looked around. This was really going to be fun, I thought.

Catching my reflection in a mirror that was hanging on the wall in my small living room, I comb my fingers through my short blonde hair. "Way to go, Heather!" I say aloud. "Mom and Dad will really be proud of you."

 

[Gareman]

Wow, what a sweet young girl ! So polite... so innocent... so vulnerable.

I had fought Carol, when she metioned renting the flat to a college student.

"No way !!" I had yelled. "Loud music...parties... they'll trash the place !!"

But now I was thrilled with the idea.

Helping Heather to carry her things upstairs, I had some thoughts that hadn't crossed my mind in quite some time. Thoughts that a man my age probably shouldn't be having about a girl her age. But who could blame me ?

I mean Carol and I have been married for 25 years and our sex life wasn't much to speak of. But Heather...oh sweet little Heather... could I show you a thing or two ...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

I spent the afternoon putting my things away...

Every time I walked by the phone I wanted to pick it up and call Mom. On the fourth pass, I grab a pillow from the couch and cover it up. Maybe if I don't see it, I won't think so much about calling home. Sheesh. I haven't been away from home for a whole day yet and I need to phone home.

"Not good girlfriend. Make yourself something to eat and get your mind off home. Tomorrow is gonna be a busy day. Registering, books, a part time job..." I say aloud as I head for the kitchen. "Oh, and another thing. Stop talking to yourself, Heather. It's weird."

Turning on the radio full blast, Britney Spears belts out her latest. Dancing around the kitchen, I open a can of Campbell's Alphabet soup from the groceries Mom sent with me and make a peanut butter and jam sandwich to go with it. Wonder what she made for dinner?

 

[Gareman]

Sitting in my favorite chair, watching the ballgame was one of my favorite Sunday afternoon activities. Carol is a realtor and spends most of her weekends at "Open Houses". I usually take the opportunity to relax, have a cold one and catch a game or two.

BOOM ! BOOM ! BOOM ! "Oops I did it again !!"

The sound of the music surprised me. Having an empty flat above us for so long, we were not used to the sounds of life up there anymore. Maybe I was being a little too picky, but I felt it was important to get off on the right foot. I decided to go up and have a little chat with our new tenant. It also gave me an excuse to take another look...

As I climbed the stairs, I thought about Heather and how vulnerable she seemed. Should I take the stern landlord approach and intimidate her ? No, that wouldn't work...she'd probably start crying. I decided to use the "good cop" approach.

Knock...Knock...Knock...I rapped on the door...

"Heather !! Could you please open up ?"

I waited for her to answer...

Did she hear me ?

"Heather !!"

Bang !! Bang !! Bang !!

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Still dancing around the kitchen...

I hear a sound coming from somewhere. Not sure of what it is, I ignore it at first until I realize it's someone at my door. "Just a minute!" I call out, turning the radio down quickly.

Opening the door, I look up to see Mr. Collins. "Hiya! I didn't hear you knocking. I was in the kitchen. Come on in." I head back for the kitchen and my now boiling soup.

"Campbell's Alphabet. Mom packed some stuff to bring with me. Want some?"

 

[Gareman]

"On no thanks, Heather" I replied, energized by her youthful exhuberance.

"I just came up to make sure everything was going okay."

I watch her as she moves across the room... long thin legs striding gracefully. Her small ass snaps back and forth without the slightest jiggle. Man, what a cute little body she has !!!

"By the way Heather, I just wanted to mention that sometimes my wife can be a little jittery about noise," I lied.

"So if you could do me a favor and just keep the music level down a little... I'd really appreciate it. It will keep us both out of trouble."

I smiled when I uttered the last phrase, projecting the kindly, protective image of a harmless older gentleman. But when she turned to tend to her soup, my eyes peeled every shred of clothing from her body. Taking in the pureness of her youth...yearning to feel her flesh...

"Is it a deal ?" I asked, extending my hand toward her...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

"Is it a deal?"

Mr. Collins held his hand out for a handshake. I took it and at the last second wrapped my arm around his neck to give him a quick squeeze and a peck on the cheek.

He seemed awkward for a moment then gave me a little backrub. "That's much better now," he said with a grin and hugged me tightly.

"You remind me sooo much of Dad, Mr. Collins," I blurted out and giggled self-consciously while I took two bowls down from the cabinet.

It only took me a sec to make a second sandwich. "I hope you don't mind peanut butter and jam," I said over my shoulder. I put it on a small plate and sliced it before ladling out the soup. Mr. Collins was already sitting when I put it on the table in front of him.

"Looks good, Heather."

I sat down across from him and smiled. Almost like being home with Mom and Dad. My eyes wandered to the pillow covered phone.

"This is probably the best soup and sandwich I've had in ages, Heather," he said.

"Thanks," I blushed and busied myself with eating, wishing it was Dad sitting at the table with me.

"This your first time away from home?" I nodded. "You miss your family?"

"Yeah," I glanced toward the pillow again and sighed. "It's just me, Mom and Dad. I'm going to miss doing things with him. Mom works late so he and I would do things together, you know?" I cleared my throat. "Mrs. Collins works late a lot, too?"

He studied me a bit and smiled. "Yes. Carol, er... Mrs. Collins is a realtor and weekends she is hardly home. Open houses and all. That's why I asked you to mind the loud music," he added with a wink. "Do you know anyone around here? Friends? Family?"

I shook my head. "I'll make friends though. I never had a problem meeting people."

"Hey. I have an idea. Maybe we could do something sometime if you like? I know how hard it must be to be alone and away from home," Mr. Collins said shyly.

I grinned. "You know? I think I would like that. Mom and Dad will think it's great too. They were kind of worried about me being on my own, but I convinced them that I had to do this. I really didn't want to be in the dorms with the drinking and all that other umm... stuff." Geez, Heather. You sound like such a prude. I giggled to cover my embarrassment at having said so much.

 

[Gareman]

"Your parents must be awfully proud to have such a well mannered young lady for a daughter," I replied, scanning her face for a reaction.

"You really seem to have a good head on your shoulders."

Happy with her perception of me as a pseudo-father figure, I felt comfortable in prying a little deeper...

"Do you have a steady boyfriend, back home ?"

I continued eating my soup, pretending that my question was just a casual query. It was however a way to guage exactly how sweet and innocent my young tenant really was.

"I mean... such a beautiful young lady must be fighting off suitors."

Heather blushed and smiled shyly, looking away...

I took the oportunity to scan her breasts. Small, but nice... I bet they'd be nice and firm.

My cock became hard, imagining my young tenant naked... on her back... in my bed...

Her voice actually startled me as she replied...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

"A boyfriend? Well, actually... "

"I did go steady with Bob Menke for a while there. We went to high school together. But we broke up... " I trailed off. It still hurt a lot to think about him.

Mr. Collins looked up at me then. "I'm sorry. You liked him a lot, did you?"

I could only nod. There was a knot forming in my throat. Oh, God Heather. Don't you DARE cry. Remember what Mom and Dad said.

"Do you want to tell me about it, Heather? You can if you like."

I swallowed hard. He was such a nice old guy. So much like Dad. "You sure you want to hear?"

Mr. Collins put his hand over mine and squeezed. "Only if you want to tell me."

"I don't know where to begin, really," I shrugged. "Well, we... Bob and I went steady from junior year. He moved in down the street that year from New Jersey."

I peeked at Mr. Collins to see if I was boring him to tears yet. I mean parents listen cause they have to listen to their kids. He was looking at me steadily and when he saw me look up, he nodded and smiled for me to go on.

"We used to have so much fun! I really miss him, Mr. Collins. We did everything together." I was trying so hard not to cry, but a tear rolled down my cheek.

"But Mom and Dad said I was right to stand up for what I believe. And Bob... Well... He... " I looked up defiantly. "I don't believe in having relations before marriage, Mr. Collins. Plain and simple. Bob didn't agree with my decision and broke up with me."

I looked up to see Mr. Collins walking over to me.

 

[Gareman]

I noticed a single tear rolling down Heather's cheek as she related the story. Her convictions had cost her a relationship that had obviously meant a lot to her, so her beliefs must be extremely strong. The challenge excited me even more.

Moving over to her side of the table, I placed my hands upon her shoulders and began massaging them softly.

"It's okay, Heather," I reassured, "I admire your strength. I mean most women your age would have abandoned what they believe in to appease their boyfriends. "

My hands gently kneeded her muscles... slowly moving down to her small shoulders only to return to the base of her neck.

"If he couldn't understand your perspective then he obviously wasn't right for you."

I stood behind her staring down at her young breasts. My hard cock throbbed excitedly and I had to fight the urge to allow my hands to slide down and fondle her small tits.

"You just relax and let old Mr. Collins give you his world famous shoulder massage. It's guaranteed to cure anything that may be ailing you."

God, I wanted her so badly.... but one thing I did have was patience and I knew I'd have to use every ounce of it to crack this tough nut...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

I leaned back in my chair...

as Mr. Collins massaged my shoulders. I began to relax, and in doing so realized just how tired I was. It had been a really long day.

I turned around and Mr. Collins hurried to grab our bowls and put them into the sink. I sure hope he isn't embarrassed because of how I acted. Walking over to him, I got up on my tippie toes and kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks, Mr. C. You really are a peach for listening. Silly, huh?"

"Nah," he said. "I didn't mind a bit. We're going to get along famously, Heather. Just remember to keep the music down so that Mrs. Collins doesn't get upset, okay?"

"I will. Sorry about that. Honest."

He patted me on my shoulder and said goodnight, leaving me to do the dishes and get ready for bed. With all of that done, my eyes wandered back to the pillow-covered phone. This time I walked over to it and put the pillow back. Picking up the phone, I flopped down on the couch, dialing. "Hello, Mom?"

 

[TheOlderGuy]

KNOCK KNOCK

The sound of someone at the door startled Heather. Not many people knew where she was living, and she could here Mr. and Mrs. Collins arguing downstairs.

 

[Guest]

Knock Knock

littleone,
19 yrs, female
reddish hair, dark eyes
5 ft, 130
freckles across nose

I was hoping Mrs Collins had the opportunity to explain my situation to the lady currently living here. God i need a place to stay, and Mrs Collins was very thoughtful to suggest i take the spare room here, even if its just for the week.

I can hear someone arguing, I hope its not my hopefully-new-roommate refusing to allow me to stay.

I rub my hands together, take a deeper breath to gather whats left of my courage and

knock knock

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Hi there!

Due to technical difficulties, this thread is on hold... But definitely NOT abandoned.

Please hold all posts until Gareman's imminent return.

BRB

 

[Gareman]

OOC: I'd really like to keep this thread to Maid of Marvels and myself for the time being. Maybe in the future, we'll find a way to work others in... Thanks


IC: Again she gives me a friendly kiss on the cheek. I'm so tempted to grab her and give her something more than an innocent little peck. I can't help wondering how it would feel inside her tight little pussy...

Reluctantly I stay in character, playing the kindly older "gentleman" that she has perceived me to be. With a friendly reminder to keep the noise level down, I retreat downstairs.

Finding the comfort of my easy chair, I find it difficult to concentrate on the ballgame. I keep envisioning sweet little Heather, naked and vulnerable, on her back...

My hand unzips my pants and finds my hard cock...

Lustful images fill my mind... My hand strokes my ready prick...

"That's it my good girl....mmmmm...lie back and take Mr. Collins inside of you....mmmmm.... doesn't that feel sooooo good !!"

The fantasy is so real, so powerful. I can almost feel myself slipping inside of her...sliding deeper and deeper into her virgin pussy.

"Oh yeah, Heather....spread those nice thin legs nice and wide..."

My hand settles into a slow rhythmic pace...stroking...

"Mmmm baby, be my bad girl...."

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Two hours later...

I rinsed my tear-streaked face and climbed between the crisp cool sheets on my bed. I must have fallen asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow because the next thing I knew, the sun was streaming brightly through the opening in the curtains.

Not quite ready to get up, I stretch languorously, arching my back like a cat when it wakes from yet another nap. I can hear hammering against the outside of the house. Mr. Collins must be fixing something, I think with a smile. Just like Dad. Always tinkering about.

I must have kicked off my covers during the night, and my nightie was twisted up around my waist. I could feel that familiar tingling between my legs. "Mmmm... " I murmured as my hand trailed down my belly and my fingers parted the outer folds of my most intimate of places.

My fingers slick with the moistness gathered there, I moaned aloud as I began rubbing my aching nubbin. Bob's face hovered over me as I rocked my hips against my hand.

"Naughty girl," I giggled aloud as I continued to touch myself. I needed that 'good feeling' to come and it excited me to imagine that it was Bob's hand there instead of my own.

A sudden rapping at my bedroom window startled me. I sat up quickly and straightened my gown, walking over and parting the curtains. I giggled then. "Romeo? Is that you?"

Mr. Collins grinned back at me. "Indeed, fair Juliet. I was just putting up Christmas lights. How about a cup of cocoa with me when I'm finished? I have marshmallows, too."

"Yummy! I'll just get dressed and meet you downstairs." Staying here was getting to be just like being at home.

 

[Gareman]

I must have fallen asleep in my chair. When I woke up it was 4:00 AM. The flickering of the TV was the only source of light in the room. Carol must have tip-toed in past me and gone up to bed. She and I hadn't really had much of a sex life for the last 10 years, so it wasn't unusual for us not to sleep together.
I had my suspicions that Carol may have been seeing another man, but I had no proof and I tried not to think about it too much. When we were younger, my jealousy was outrageous, but I had grown to accept the emotional chasm that had developed between us, over the years. She had always been a bit materialistic and when I was laid off from the auto plant a year ago, I had noticed a big change in her attitude. She seemed cold, almost aloof as if I wasn't good enough for her.
Slowly, I struggled to my feet and stumbled upstairs. Carol was spread out on the bed, completely naked. I studied her, wondering why she looked so different. And then it struck me... her pussy was clean shaven. I knew she hadn't done it for me so I concluded that my suspicions were true.
Heading back downstairs, I found the couch and fell asleep, wondering who my wife was fucking and thinking up a way to get into Heather's pants. Now, more than ever, I wanted that sweet young piece of ass.
In the morning, I heard Carol shower and leave. She always had a lot of "paper work" to do after her open houses and would spend the entire day at the office. I made a mental note to surprise her one day and see if I couldn't catch her with a strangers cock in her pussy. And to be quite honest, the thought actually got me hard !!
Quickly showering and dressing, I went into the garage and pulled down my aluminum extension ladder. I had decided that this would be a great day to fix the loose shingles on the north side of the house. Especially because that was the side that Heather's bedroom was on.
Climbing the ladder effortlessly, I found myself beside Heather's window and couldn't help but to take a little peak...
She was lying on her back, nightie bunched up and her sweet young vagina exposed. I nearly fell from my perch... her long thin legs were spread and as she stirred her hand found it's way down to her special spot.
My eyes were glued to her. Slowly she parted her pussy lips and began masturbating... Oh sweet Lord what a sight she was !!! My cock hardened immediately...Yes baby, touch yourself....mmmm.....
Finally I saw her begin to open her eyes and had to find a way to cover. Knocking on the glass, I decided to invite her downstairs for a cup of cocoa. How much more innocent could I be ?
She of course accepted....thinking nothing of the old man downstairs who reminded her so much of dad.
If she only knew what was going through my mind...I'm sure she would be shocked..

"That's it sweetheart," I thought to myself, "come into my lair...I promise, I won't hurt you...at least not much..."

 

[Maid of Marvels]

I made my bed quickly...

and put on a pair of shorts and a lightweight white blouse. I figured that was good enough since I wasn't going outside.

Rushing down the stairs, I almost ran right into Mr. Collins as he was opening the door. "Whoopsie!" I giggled. "Did I take too long?"

"Was just going to holler up for you," Mr. Collins said with a smile. "Come on in."

I followed him in through the living room to the kitchen. There were two steaming cups of cocoa on the table waiting. "Mmmm... Looks yummy."

"Yes. It does, Heather," Mr. Collins replied. "Would you like marshmallows or some whipped cream with yours?"

"Ooh! Whipped cream, please!"

He looked at me kind of funny then and I wondered if I was being too giddy. "Sorry, Mr. C. Sometimes Mom tells me to slow down cause I have way too much energy to be around normal people in the morning."

Mr. Collins grabbed a Reddi-Whip can out of the fridge and squirted some on top of my cocoa. "Enough?"

I nodded and gave it a quick stir and lifted it up to my lips. "Hot," I said as I smiled and blew on it a bit.

A crash from the other room startled me. Mr. Collins hollered, "Damned cat!" at the same time the mug slipped from my fingers.

I jumped up screaming. It was all over me and burning!

Mr. Collins rushed over and began to pull my blouse off. "It's okay. It's okay. Let's get this off so the burning will stop." I struggled to help him knowing that he was right.

 

[Gareman]

Seeing Heather in her small denim shorts and t-shirt did wonders for my attitude. As I prepared her cocoa, I couldn't help staring at her. In her rush to join me, she had obviously just grabbed the first two pieces of clothing she could find. She didn't even bother putting anything on her feet and when she moved the right way, I could distinctly tell that she had neglected to put on a bra.

"Mmmm... Looks yummy."

I had to smile at her comment. I was thinking the same thing, but definitely not about the cocoa...

Everything was falling into place. Slowly...gradually...I was pulling her into my trap. I was pleased.

CRASH !!!

Oh that fucking cat !! I turned to find out what the little bastard had broken when I heard Heather let out a scream.

She had spilled her cocoa all over her shirt. As she moved, the wet material clung to her skin. Her perky nipples pushing forward, sticking firmly out from the rest of her small breasts.

Moving quickly, I raced behind her and began to pull the t-shirt up, in an attempt to get the hot liquid away from her skin. As I slid the cotton shirt up, my hands made contact with her small young breasts. They were as firm as I had imagined. Trying to act naturally, I didn't linger very long. I didn't want to destroy the "fatherly" image I was building.

Heather raised her arms and allowed me to pull the damp shirt over her head. Standing so closely to my young friend, I was so tempted to make a move. Would she resist ? Would she fight ? I decided to be good. The game was much too enticing. I wanted to play a bit longer.

Pretending to not look, I said, "I'll go and get you something to wear. Just sit tight."

Climbing the stairs, I went into our bedroom and got one of my dress shirts. Returning to the kitchen, I handed it to her and turned around to give her some privacy.

"Go ahead honey," I said gently, "I won't peek."

 

[Maid of Marvels]

"It burrrrrrrrrrns!!" I screamed...

trying frantically to get my cocoa-covered shirt off and away from my skin. When Mr. C finally pulled it over my head and went to get me something to put on, I splashed cold water over my chest. My skin was really red and it hurt.

Ice. Mom uses ice on burns. I opened the freezer and took a couple of cubes from the ice tray. I was rubbing my skin with it when Mr. C came back with a shirt.

"Go ahead honey," he said gently as he turned his back to me. "I won't peek."

Tears were still streaming down my face as I dried off with a dish towel that was hanging by the sink. "I'm sooo sorry, Mr. C. I'm such a klutz."

I was just doing the last button when he turned around. Taking a couple of quick steps toward me, he wrapped his arms around me. "There there, Heather. Accidents happen. I just hope that you aren't burned to badly. I think I might have something for burns in the medicine cabinet. I'll get it for you."

"No. That's okay, Mr. C" I said, thinking how sweet he is. "I'm sure that I'll be okay. Honest."

I picked up my shirt from the floor and looked up at him. Mr. C was watching me intently. "Umm... I guess I've made enough of a mess around here for you. I should be going. I have to go into town today to pick up some books for the semester anyhow. I'll bring your shirt back later, okay?"

He nodded at me as I excused myself and went back upstairs to my little apartment. Good going, Heather. Sophistication personified.

 

[Gareman]

As I returned with my shirt, I took a quick glance at Heather's bare breasts. She had been applying ice and her nipples were standing out hard and firm from her small young titties. I forced myself to look away. I wasn't ready to blow my cover just yet, despite the unbearable urges that ripped through my middle-aged body.

It would have been so easy to walk over and fondle her bare breasts. She would have fought... or at least I think she would have. But I could easily overpower her and force her back onto the kitchen table. The small shorts would provide little resistance and soon my hard cock would find its mark. Stretching her virgin pussy... Slowly penetrating her...

But I played my part...and allowed her to put on my shirt.

I couldn't resist a little "innocent" hug. Her hard nipples pressing against my chest.

God she was so naive !!

She babbled some apology and headed back upstairs. I waited for a moment and then headed down into the basement where I easily tapped her phone line. Although I knew I probably wouldn't be rewarded with any juicy conversations, I loved the idea of listening in. The voyeur within was ecstatic...

Later that day, I heard her leave. She had mentioned something about buying text books.

I knew I'd have a few moments and took the opportunity to head upstairs on a reconnaissance mission. Maybe I'd find something interesting. You never knew....

 

[Maid of Marvels]

The line was pretty long...

at the bookstore though my queue-mates said that it was not so unusual this close to the beginning of the semester. Soo... four hours later and a few hundred dollars lighter, I was sitting in a booth with a couple of the girls I had gotten friendly with while we waited our turns.

We talked about boys and being freshman in college at last! and more boys and what there was to do in this town now that we were here... Oh, and did I mention boys? All over cheeseburgers and diet Cokes. And hot fudge sundaes. Mmmm... I hadn't laughed this hard in ages.

Yeah. Life is good, I thought to myself as I parked in front of the Collins' house. Hoisting the carton of textbooks, I climbed the steps to the porch and put my hand on the knob just as it opened.

"Mr. C!" I grinned. "Great timing!"

"Heard you pull up. Here, let me help you with that." Mr. Collins took the box from my arms and followed me up the stairs to my little apartment. When I went to open the door I found that it was already unlocked.

Hmm.. must have forgotten to lock it, I shrugged. I made a mental note to be more careful. Mom said it wasn't the same here as at home. But how dangerous could it be with Mr. Collins around?

"Mr. C! I had the best fun today," I rambled. "I met a couple of girls that I'll be having classes with and we went over to a place called Puff's for burgers afterward. They make the best hot fudge sundaes! Mmmmmm... Maybe one day you and I can go like I used to with my dad."

I turned around to see Mr. Collins just standing there holding the carton of books. Embarrassed that I had gone on and on about my day while he stood there holding textbooks, I reached out to take the box from him. "Just here is fine, Mr. C. You really are the bestest," I said tipping up to kiss him on the cheek.

 

[Gareman]

OOC: Happy Holidays !!

IC: After taking a quick look through Heather's personal belongings, without any real discoveries, I returned downstairs. My mind returning to Carol.

I imagined her with another man. Probably younger, since she always had a "thing" for younger men. She was still in great shape and probably wouldn't have too much trouble finding a young guy, willing to give her some "special" attention. He must really be something for her to shave her pussy for him.

Shaking the distrurbingly exciting image from my mind, I set about some menial work around the house. Mowing the lawn, fixing the leeky gutter, repairing the cracked basement window all kept my mind busy and away from the thoughts of my wife... and especially the thoughts I'd been having about our new tenant.

After finishing up, I went inside and took a quick shower. As I stood under the hot stream of water, I started imagining Carol... naked...legs spread...taking some young stud's cock into her newly shaved pussy. My hand found the hardness of my cock and began stroking... That's it Carol, take that thick cock...mmmmmm ! I could see the look on her face. The one I'd seen many times before... lust and pleasure mixed. And then her face bagan to morph... She became Heather and the man became me. I felt her young body beneath me as I pistoned in and out of her tight hole.

The warm water streamed down my chest and ran over my hand as I continued masturbating to the images of Heather and I. Pumping my hard manhood, I could almost imagine how wonderful it would feel inside my young friend. She may resist, at first, but I knew I'd have to have her - one way or another.

My orgasm came easily, jets of thick cum erupting from my cock and splashing down into the tub. Heather's face was so clear, etched in my mind. I wanted her like I'd never wanted anyone before. God she was such and angel and her innocence such an incredible turn-on.

After my shower, I waited... watching for my young friend to come home. It was no coincidence when I just "happened" to be their when she needed a hand with the door.

Following her upstairs, I watched her tight ass as she climnbed ahead. Entering her small apartment, she took the box of books and again gave me a peck on the cheek.

"Maybe one day you and I can go like I used to with my dad."

I heard only pieces of her rantings, but liked the part about going for ice cream.

"Sure Heather, any time," I replied. "In fact, I don't expect Mrs. C until late tonight. How about going to see a movie and then heading over to Puff's to critique the show ?"

I studied the look on her face, hoping to see the childlike glee that I would expect. My cock twitched, waiting for her response.

"I promise to be a complete gentleman," I said respectfully, "after all... it is our first date."

 

[Maid of Marvels]

OOC: You too, G. Starry blessings. ~N

"Oh, Mr. C! I love going to the movies!" No matter what, I wasn't going to get used to being on my own as quickly as I had thought.

Mr. C smiled and made a joke about it being our "first date". No matter what, I was excited. Gosh! What would I wear?

"How does seven o'clock sound, Heather?" he asked with a grin. "We'll decide what we're going to see when we get there, okay?"

"Sounds great, Mr. C! Shall I meet you downstairs?"

"I'll call up to you when I'm ready, okay?"

I nodded as he let himself out the door. What a great day this was turning out to be!

I ran into the bathroom and turned the tub on, pouring bubbles into the running water as I took my clothes off. I wanted to soak and think about all the wonderful things I had to look forward to.

I heard a click and turned to see Mr. C standing there. I hadn't closed the bathroom door and he could see right in. I blushed and grabbed for a towel to cover myself as he spun around and began to apologize quickly.

"Gosh, Heather! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to barge in.. I only wanted to ask you if you had a preference for types of movies. I didn't see anything. Honest."

I was mortified, but I really felt worse for Mr. C. Poor guy. He couldn't have known. I slipped a robe on and went over to him. "Honest, Mr. C. It's okay. Really. I know you didn't mean any harm. Stuff... happens is all."

He turned around, his face almost as red as mine was a moment ago. "It's okay. Really," I repeated. "I don't care what we see. I love all kinds of movies. I'll be ready at seven sharp."

Mr. C merely nodded and let himself back out. This time I locked the door behind him as he left. Can't be having any more accidents, I thought to myself as I headed for my bubblebath.