9 comments/ 73153 views/ 3 favorites The Break-in Ch. 01 By: lusid1 Author's Note: This chapter provides the first part of the back story and the set up for the later chapters. Sorry but this means no sex this time. Also, I have not entirely decided on where this series is going to end up and, thus, have left myself open to a couple possibilities. So any suggestions and feedback are welcome. ***** As was my usual habit, I had been walking around our neighborhood for the past hour or so just walking away the day's tensions and visiting with a couple of the neighbors and such. For some reason I had been in something of a somber and reflective mood all day and so when I came around the last curve and came within sight of my house to see the young lady standing at my front door my first reaction was an irrational thought that this was my long lost daughter that I had never met. You see, when I was about 16 me and my girlfriend discovered sex and, in short order, she ended up pregnant and, when her father found out it was a rather unpleasant experience. After running from him to the sound of a shotgun unloading uncomfortably close to my backside, I did what most any young kid in my situation would have done at the time and continued running all the way to the bus station and promptly lied about my age and signed up for the military (this was back during the draft years when anyone who was willing to join wasn't questioned all that hard). Anyways, by the time I had gotten settled in with the military and had rediscovered the courage to try and contact Mary to let her know of where I was and to find out about the baby, her father had shipped her off to a cousin's house in Tennessee. And, over the years I had tried as best I could to find out where she was but I never did get the chance being as she ran away from the cousin's house shortly after that and none of us had ever heard from her again. Either way, that was almost twenty years ago and, as I was able to get a better view of the young lady, I was quickly disabused of the notion when I noticed that she was actually trying to pick the lock on my door and break in. My first reaction was to yell at the girl and then call the police. However, as my military training took over, I was actually able to see the comedy in the situation as I saw that the girl obviously didn't know a thing about picking a lock being and was only succeeding in making herself more frustrated. Thinking to turn the tables on the girl, I noticed her "getaway" car (if you would consider an old pinto that was probably older than she was such a thing) was parked at the curb with, as I suspected, the keys still in the ignition. After quietly reaching into the open window and pulling the keys out, I made my way around to the back of the house and silently opened the sliding glass door (which was ironically unlocked) and slipped through the house to the front door. As I stood there trying not to laugh at the muffled curses and the obvious fumblings of the girl on the other side, I very slowly opened the deadbolt lock that she was trying to pick so that when it opened she would think it was due to her fumblings and still not suspect my presence. So, by the time that the deadbolt was opened, I had edged behind the coat rack where I wouldn't be seen and tried not to laugh as the young girl eased open the door and actually came through the door in a near perfect imitation of a movie style cat burglar or swat team. Keeping perfectly still, I waited until she had actually slunk halfway down the hallway before using some of my training and sneaking up to where my mouth was right beside her ear and quietly asked, "So what are we stealing?" Laughing like crazy, I casually followed the girl as she jumped up and ran full force into the closed front door and then on out to her car as she ran screaming all the way. As the panicked girl futilely tried to find her keys, I calmly and politely held up the missing keys and asked her, "Are we searching for these?" Screaming again, the girl was by now so hysterical that I decided that the only way to resolve this without waking the whole neighborhood was to calm the girl down. Therefore, I did the best thing I could think of at the time and grabbed an obviously dirty sock off of the pile of clothes she had in the back of her car and stuffed it into her mouth before slinging her light frame over my shoulder and carrying her into the house and dumping her on the couch. Then, it was a simple matter of holding her squirming body down until she finally gave up struggling and lay there breathing in an exhausted pant. Realizing the girl was not going to take off running, I eased my hold on her and sat slowly backed away to sit across from her in the recliner. Then, as neutrally as I could, I asked her, "So why were you trying to break into my house?" Snatching the sock out of her mouth she sullenly responded, "What do you want with me?" "No. Me first." I replied, "Why were you trying to break in?" "I was going to slit your throat and then steal all your money and valuables to sell for crack." Came the smart-assed reply. "If you were you would have a weapon on you. Also, a crack addict would usually have sold their car long before they would break in to someone's house in another state. Try again." "Your ex-wife paid me to break in and get all of her jewelry back." "No ex and no jewelry. Try again. With the truth this time." "If you'll let me go I'll blow you." Came the response as she obviously tried her best to look seductive and alluring. Laughing, I responded, "I don't think so. First off, if you're 18 then it's just barely. Also, you obviously haven't showered in a couple of days at least. And besides, it's obvious you don't have near enough experience playing the sex game to even make it worth my while to consider it. "Now, since you seem so reluctant to part with the truth let me take a stab. From the dirty clothes in your car and the general odor coming off of you, I would guess you don't have a place to stay and was hoping to steal enough money for a hotel room and was probably looking to pilfer some food out of the fridge." Apparently, I hit close enough to the truth or simply wore down all of her options because she finally responded with a truthful response. "I'm 19. And I was just going to crash for the night because I didn't think anyone was coming home." "Well, for one, you could have just asked. And besides, I probably owe you that at least after I scared you like that. There are a couple of conditions though." I warned. "Like what?" she asked warily. "First, you will tell me the truth about why and how you came to be breaking into my house. Second, you will sleep in the spare room. Third, no funny business. That means no trying to steal anything and no trying to repay me with any more offers of sexual favors because, frankly, I seriously doubt that you have any idea of what you would be getting into. And finally, go take a shower and make sure to scrub all that dirt off of you because I will not have you ruining my sheets. Understood?" **** A short while later I was starting to regret turning down the blow job being as what emerged from an hour long shower looked remarkably different than the smelly and dirty street urchin that went in. And, as she sat down on the couch in nothing but a towel while waiting on her clothes to finish washing, I couldn't help but admire the stunning beauty of the girl sitting in front of me. What I had first taken for dark brown hair turned out to be a honey blond that was long and surprisingly silky. Also, outside of the ill-fitting and tattered clothing, she turned out to have nice and firm C cup breasts, a face that would have won her a Jessica Alba look-alike contest, and a slim but not skinny figure that would go a long ways towards lessening the national consumption of Viagra if she were to ever show it off to full effect. And, being as I was being treated to the sight of her in just a towel, I was getting a full enough effect that it took almost all of my willpower to keep my voice steady and my hand out of my pants. "So, young lady, who are you and how did you come to be at my front door?" I asked her after she had gotten comfortable back on the couch. "Angel." Came her quiet reply. "OK Angel, now where are you from?" I asked gently. "I don't know." She replied sullenly. Then, when I continued to wait for an elaboration, she added, "I've been in foster care since my mom died when I was ten. And we kept moving around a lot when I was with her." "So how did you end up being here?" I prodded. "Well, the last foster home I was made me work all the time and would take all but fifty dollars out of each of my checks for 'rent' even though the state was paying them for me to stay there. Then, when I turned 18 and the state stopped sending payments, my foster parents told me that I would have to either drop out of school and get another job to make up for what the state had been paying them or I would have to please them and anyone they chose sexually. So the next day I told them I was going out to look for a job and just packed what I could into my car, drove off, and I've been going from city to city ever since. I've been working whenever I could to stretch what money I did have but now it's all gone and for the past month now I've been sneaking in to houses every couple of days hoping to crash for a couple of hours until the owners come home and possibly get a shower before I have to run out." "Well, Angel, you're lucky you haven't been arrested or gotten raped yet." I informed her. Then, being as it was approaching 2am and I had planned on getting up early in the morning, I ushered her into the spare room where I had cleaned all of the odds and ends off of the bed and had put fresh sheets while she had been busy in the shower. "You're welcome to stay for breakfast if you like. Other than that, the last of your clothes are in the dryer and the rest are in that old suitcase there by the bed. Have a nice night and it has been a pleasure meeting you Angel." I informed her. Then, as I edged past her on my way out the door, I was surprised by her suddenly grabbing me in a crushing hug. "Thank you sir. I really appreciate this." She quietly sobbed into my chest. Woodenly hugging her back, I assured her that it was not all that much trouble. Then, as she finally let go, I was treated to a brief glimpse of her nudity as the towel had come undone and had started to fall before she could catch. Swallowing hard, we stood there for an awkward moment before I was able to unfreeze my brain and by body and move to the door. "I'll see you in the morning. Goodnight." I said as I hurriedly departed to my room so that I could do something about the aching stiffness of my dick before I woke up with blue balls the next morning. **** The next morning I was somewhat surprised –but gladly so –to see Angel still asleep in the spare room when I got up to fix breakfast. Assuming from the story she had given the night before that she would most likely be fairly hungry, I fixed a full breakfast with lots of bacon and eggs and even a couple of pancakes for good measure. When I finished preparing breakfast and Angel had yet to appear, I went to wake her up. Upon seeing her almost ethereal sleeping form, though, I must have spent at least a good five minutes just standing in the doorway admiring the serene beauty and the peaceful innocence that surrounds most people when they sleep. Finally awakening myself from my wistful stare, I softly called from the doorway, "Hey, kiddo, breakfast is ready." When she still didn't stir, I then called, "Angel." Apparently either her instincts took over or I have a sudden knack for frightening young girls because at the sound of her name, Angel sprang awake with a squeak and blindly started to run out the door even though I was standing square in the middle of it. Apparently she also forgot the fact that she had fallen asleep in just a towel too for I was once again treated to the sight of her naked form before she slammed into me full force and sent us both tumbling to the floor. As we fell, I did the one thing that I could do to keep her from hurting either one of us with her blind thrashings and tightly hugged her until she had awoke enough to remember her situation. After she had regained her composure, I picked us both up and, as nonchalantly as I could, informed her, "Breakfast is ready when you are." And left her before she had a chance to get embarrassed over her nakedness. When she finally appeared -dressed this time –I silently served her before helping myself and then watched in semi-amazement as she devoured everything that I had not placed on my own plate. Then, as she finished the last of the crumbs on her plate, I inquired about her immediate plans. "I ... I guess back to wandering until I can find me a job and then maybe save up enough to get a place somewhere." She responded. "What about long term plans? Or have you even stopped long enough to think about those yet." I wondered. "Well, I was hoping to go into nursing before I ran away but since I've had the chance to help out in a couple nursing homes and such I don't think that I would be any good at it. I have thought about doing some gardening or horticulture though being as it's the only time I feel happy since my mom died. Why do you want to know?" "Well, I got to thinking this morning that I do have the spare bedroom that is only being used for storing junk right now and guess it was also just the fact that I would hate to see a pretty young thing like you end up back in the condition in which I discovered you last night if I can help it." I explained. Suddenly wary again, Angel hesitantly asked, "What's the catch? Or is this just a ploy to sleep with me now that you have seen me naked and clean?" Chuckling I replied, "Actually no –although something along those lines did cross my mind a couple of times. I am not your foster father Angel. I may not be rich, but I am well enough off to where I can afford the expense of having an extra person around for a while. And, besides, it's been getting kinda lonely around here lately and I would look forward to the company. Also, I didn't say you would be staying for free either. I much prefer cash over sexual favors because favors don't pay the bills –cash does. Therefore, I believe that $50 a month –plus half of groceries considering you just disposed of twice as much as I usually do –is a fair trade for a room with all of the amenities." "Either way, I'll give you the weekend to decide. Until then, go get dressed because we're going to go see a couple of folks and I have to go do some things and don't fully trust you out of my sight yet." And so we set out for the day and, through chatting with a couple of my friends, Angel was able to arrange a few odd grass cutting and lawn care jobs for the rest of the summer. Also, as I gradually got to know her better, I realized that I had probably intervened in this girl's life at the most opportune time when she was desperate enough to consider anything that came along but still had not given up on her hopes and dreams nor had she yet gotten caught up in the great vacuum of having a police record from which she would probably never have been able to emerge. The Break-in Ch. 02 Auther's Note: Sorry it took so long to complete the second installment of the story. Hopefully you will enjoy this one even though there is only brief nudity in this installment. Which, in case you are getting anxious for some action, the next installment is already halfway done and has a good bit of action and excitement. Over the course of the next three months we settled into something of a routine where I would rise early and fix us some breakfast and then take a few minutes to enjoy the sight of the lovely beauty before waking her to eat and then departing for work as she would be also readying her departure for the day. Then, around dusk, we would both arrive home at some point before 9 and, usually, after taking a few minutes to relax, we would eat dinner and then quietly converse for a brief while before heading off to bed. Then, about three months after first inviting her to stay, things took a rather strange turn. For the past few weeks the construction company that I owned had been working all out on landing a massive new project that could very well bring us some of the more lucrative commercial jobs instead of the homes and apartments we had building until then. The project was the construction of a women's clinic that had been proposed in a nearby city. We had been slaving as hard as we could to get a proposal in place that would meet and hopefully exceed the client's needs, wants, and desires. Thinking that if the place were going to be dealing almost exclusively with women that it would be to our advantage to design something that would be appealing to women, I had recently installed one of my female architects as the leader of the design team and had been working closer with her on hashing out a pleasing exterior for the clinic instead of the antiseptic and impersonal facades most clinics affected. Anyways, worried about getting every little detail right, I had finally reached the point where I needed to find a more relaxing place in which to concentrate before I went insane and so had left work early and headed home. After taking a long and hot shower and emerging feeling much better, I headed back into the dining room to where I had spread out all of the plans for the project and set back to work. I was so hard at work that I was oblivious to Angel's return until a couple of hours later I was awakened by her gently shaking my shoulder and urging me to go to bed being as it was almost midnight and I had been asleep drooling on the table for the past two hours. Groggy and sore from the hours spent in such an uncomfortable spot, I reluctantly agreed and allowed her to lead me to my room and to even help undress me. I was so tired, in fact, that when she pulled down my underwear to reveal my cock, I could only murmur a wooden thank you as she stroked my flaccid dick a few times before drawing my pajama shorts up and then pushing me back onto a bed that I never even felt being as I was asleep before I even got close to the pillow. **** The next morning I awoke as usual and, as I looked at Angel for a brief moment before awakening her as well, the dim memory of what she had done the night before returned and I found myself lightly stroking her hair until she woke with a soft smile. "Mmmm. That feels nice. Thank you." She murmured as she slowly stirred to life. "Different strokes for different folks, you know." I quipped, causing her to blush slightly, as I rose to go fix breakfast. When I entered the dining room, I noticed that all of the project papers had been placed back into the carrying tube and briefcase. Slightly puzzled because I did not remember putting them away, I quickly did a once over check to make sure everything was all there before continuing on to the kitchen. A short while later I was momentarily mesmerized by her beauty and sexiness as I watched her walk into the kitchen in some of the sexiest –not to mention sheerest –sleepwear I had seen her in yet. Her only reaction to my gawking was a half-mumbled explanation that she had been up late last night and so was a little sluggish this morning. I accepted this with a nod and forcibly glued my eyes to my breakfast as I wrestled with the temptation to do something about the sexual tension and attraction that had been growing between us over the last couple of weeks. Eventually though the demanding taskmaster called time settled the argument as the time for my departure arrived way too soon. So, as I quickly gathered all of my materials, I murmured my goodbyes and then made a hasty departure before either one of us would have to mention my sudden awkwardness. At work the business at hand easily drowned out any stray thoughts of the night before and the morning's awkwardness. As me and Monica and the rest of the design team set to finalizing all of the final little details and all of the tedious and time consuming minutiae that go into any major project. Finally, after what seemed an endless day of dickering over details, we all finally called it done about 9pm that night and all headed home. Then, on impulse, I invited Monica over for dinner the following night to discuss the project with her and her performance during the project. Upon arriving home, I wearily informed Angel of our dinner guest for tomorrow, wolfed down the cold remains of supper and trudged upstairs to bed looking forward to being able to finally sleep in for the first Saturday in quite a while. I was so groggy, in fact, that I did not even finish dressing for bed before falling asleep sitting up with one leg in my sleep shorts and one leg still in my work pants but otherwise bare ass naked. At some point during the night, however, my bladder overruled my sleep deprived body and I awoke long enough to shuck both the shorts and the pants and shuffle towards the bathroom and back to my room where I promptly and literally fell onto the bed and did not awaken until much later the next morning and then only long enough to pull the sheet over my bare ass and roll over for the next two hours. **** Finally, after 12 hours of blissful sleep, I drug myself reluctantly out of bed and proceeded straightaway to the shower and from there out back to the pool for a quick dip before satisfying my grumbling stomach. When I reached the pool, however, my stomach's need faded to the background as I saw Angel climbing out of the pool to greet me in a sheer white bikini that had gone all but transparent once the water had hit it. Sauntering up, she gave me a crushing hug and suggestively asked me, "Like it?" "Umm, yes." I managed to reply, but was unable to tear my gaze away from her wonderful breasts. When I finally did, however, I found her staring at me with an intense look on her face that carried with it a hint of fright. Concerned, I asked her what was wrong. She started to say something but then surprised me (and herself too I think) and just suddenly lunged the few inches between us and planted a crushing kiss on my lips. After a second of shock, I gently pulled her loose and, before she could run away in tears, returned her kiss but this time more gently and with enough passion to make toes curl (hers and mine). After a few infinitely long moments of exploring our passion, we each finally came up for air. As reason replaced passion, I quietly suggested that we explore this avenue further later being as there had been a lot of sexual tension building between us the past few days that might force us too quickly down this new path. Also, I reasoned, we still needed to prepare for our guest that evening. Then, before the situation could turn sour, my stomach luckily decided to protest its empty state in a very vocal manner. Laughing, she agreed to the delay and, after a quick hug and a chaste kiss on the cheek, she bounded inside to change and I stood transfixed as I watched her pert ass disappear inside before heading towards the kitchen, my desire for a morning swim momentarily suppressed by other desires. **** Somewhat surprisingly, the knowledge that we would reach a resolution of he situation soon somehow seemed to release the tension that had been building and we were able to make it through the day without any awkwardness and, by dinnertime, were fluidly working together to ensure everything was ready for Monica's arrival. And, by the time that the doorbell rang, everything was immaculate and as perfect as could be. Opening the door, I greeted Monica warmly and quickly invited her in and settled her in the living room as we waited for Angel to put the last finishing touches on dinner. We chatted amiably for the intervening minutes, throwing out ideas for other projects that had been stalled while most of the talent at the company had worked on the clinic project. Then, upon being summoned to dinner, we quickly moved into the dining room to sample the delights that me and Angel spent the afternoon concocting. We settled down to a mostly silent dinner with the little talk there was confined to inconsequential things. Then, after finishing the last of the dessert, we al retired to the poolside to enjoy the last of the evening sun and to set a pleasant backdrop for the inevitable business talk that was to come up. Taking the initiative, Monica began by asking me what I had in mind for her now that the design team she was head of had completed the assignment it had been created for. "Well," I began, "I will, of course, reassign the bulk of the team back to the projects they have been pulled from. However, I had thought to keep a core team in place to scout out and spearhead other projects like the clinic where a novel approach is more appreciated. "Also, as far as you specifically are concerned, I would like to say that I was very impressed with the way you handled yourself and the project. Which by the way, who did you get to do all of the landscape renderings? That was a brilliant touch that really was the catalyst for bringing all of the pieces and the concept together." "Actually I thought that that was you. I mean, the new renderings didn't appear until after you took your set home with you the other night." Monica answered. "Are you sure? I didn't commission anyone and definitely didn't give anyone outside of the project a copy of the plans." I pressed. "Oh, definitely, they just appeared yesterday morning when we did the final comparisons and you were the only one with the landscape renderings so they couldn't have been around before then or they would have been in at least one other set of copies." Monica asserted. I silently pondered this for a minute until I was distracted by movement out of the corner of my eye and looked see Angel trying to quietly slip away. "Where are you headed?" I inquired. 'Oh, umm, I was just, umm, going to, umm, go and, umm, clear the table off and do the dishes while you two talked about, umm, work and all." Angel haltingly replied. She then turned to go and had made it only a couple of steps before something about her manner clicked in my head and I suddenly barked out, "Wait! Come back here and sit down for a moment." Slowly, like a child caught stealing, she sank back down into her chair and shyly stared at the ground. Monica, for her part, shot me a confused and questioning glance. "Angel." I started. "Do you have anything to add to this discussion?" I asked with the same penetrating gaze that I had given her upon our first meeting. For a moment, Angel opened her mouth and tried to speak several times before finally blurting out simply, "It was me." "What was you?" Monica asked bewildered. "I was the one who did the landscape renderings." She answered. Then, turning to me, she continued, "After I helped you to bed I went back downstairs to put up your papers and saw what you had been working on and, knowing that you were trying to make the clinic appealing to women, I though that I would help out and ended up being up until about an hour before you got up working on the drawings. Then, in the morning, you jumped up and rushed to work before I could work up the courage to tell you. Then, last night, you just came in and pretty much went straight to bed before I could talk to you." I sat in silence, pondering what to do about the situation for a few minutes until I noticed that Angel looked to be on the verge of tears as she nervously awaited the explosion of wrath that her experience in the foster homes had taught her to expect. So, before, she could get any more upset, I stood and quietly said, "Monica, if you would, please make sure she stays right here while I am gone. I need a couple of minutes alone to think this through. I will be back shortly." "Sure boss." Monica replied and, as I turned walked towards the back of the property, gathered the trembling Angel in an embrace and began to quietly reassure her. After about thirty minutes of thinking, I came back to the poolside and, waiting until Angel's sobs quieted, announced, "First off, Angel, I am not going to kick you out for this because, although you shouldn't have altered the plans without my knowledge, you did it with the best of intentions and probably did not realize the full consequences. "However, I will say that in the future; do not alter any of my work papers without me asking you to. And, finally, I will let you know that, being as we have already submitted our proposal to the board, you are not off the hook until the Board decides who to award the bid to on Thursday." After that, the evening was pretty much over and, before it could become too awkward, Monica excused herself with a promise to Angel to stop by in a couple of days. Then, shortly after Monica left, Angel excused herself and went to bed, leaving me alone with my thoughts. The next few days passed in an awkward silence with most of our conversation consisting of short exchanges about relatively inane topics and an unspoken agreement to avoid any mention of Angel's alterations or speculation on who would win the bid on Thursday. The only topic, in fact that was discussed openly between us was planning for the gathering that I had organized for the project team on Thursday night at my house so that I could inform the whole project team at once (and Angel) of the decision. By Thursday the awkwardness had grown to such an extent that our interactions had devolved almost to the point of being back at the same point as the first couple of days after our meeting. In fact, by the time the first guests started arriving, it had gotten to where we were noticeably relieved just to have someone to talk to help break the tension that had grown up between us.