4 comments/ 63509 views/ 16 favorites Stephen and the Girl By: Patchwork It was Thursday morning at 10 o'clock and the girl from the house-keeping agency arrived at Stephen's home. As she entered, the home-nurse was still going about her task of providing for Stephen's basic care. It was the nurse's job to see to his hygiene and comfort and to ensure that his meds were in order. She called-in first thing in the morning and last thing in the evening. She was slightly old fashioned and a little frumpy, but she took her responsibilities seriously; despite her brusque manner Stephen was in excellent hands and was receiving the best of care. The girl and the nurse met in the small kitchen. The nurse gave the girl a disapproving look. The girl was used to that kind of response. The metal hoops in her lip and eyebrow, combined with the heavy black eye make-up and dark burgundy lipstick usually made a shocking first impression. Compared to the nurse's crisp white uniform, the girl's gothic clothing provided a stark contrast. She wore a layered baggy top that left one shoulder bare but for a thin black bra strap, a short tight skirt and opaque black leggings, plus large boots with several buckles down the side. The nurse clearly did not like what she saw. 'Are you from the home help agency?' she snapped 'Yes,' the girl replied in a soft but confident voice. 'Where's Mary?' the nurse asked about the regular home-help girl. 'Sick,' was the one word reply. 'They sent you instead?' the nurse asked the obvious question. The girl just nodded. 'Show me your letter.' The nurse demanded to see the letter of credentials from the Agency. The gothic girl rummaged in her large black bag and produced a slightly crumpled letter. The nurse took it a read it without expression. Looking up she asked, 'Do you think you're dressed appropriately?' 'Yes,' was the defiant reply. 'I can't imagine what your mother is thinking, letting you dress that way.' The two glared at one another but the nurse broke the silence saying, 'Fine then, I'm almost done. Go and introduce yourself to Stephen. I suppose you know what you have to do. It's only a small flat so everywhere gets a once over clean and you need to make his lunch and then a sandwich around three-thirty. I'll call in again about four-thirty. You can leave then. OK?' The girl shrugged and swung her bag off her shoulder and onto a chair by the kitchen table. She then walked off to find the lounge and Stephen. She discovered a man in his mid to late sixties sitting in an armchair facing a TV. The TV was on and he was watching some banal daytime programme with an attractive couple interviewing some minor celebrity. The sound was so low she could hardly hear it. Stephen has the handsome features of a ruggedly good looking man. His close cropped hair and half beard are both white. His face is lined with age and character. He has sharp ice blue eyes that reveal an intelligence and sense of humour. He has broad shoulders and the look of a man who has been very fit in his youth. But his power has been diminished by both age and illness. He is in recovery from a serious infection some months back. The worst has long passed and he is regaining strength but still needs a lot of help at home. 'What's up with you then?' the girl asked by way of hello. Stephen chuckled at her directness but answered, 'I'm getting better.' 'I hope you can go to the toilet yourself. I don't do that.' 'Yes, I can, thanks,' he laughed softly. This girl was funny, he thought. He looked at her more closely. He thought 'why would she dress the way she does?' Under all the make-up and metal she has a very pretty face, almost pixie like, with a pretty nose, soft blue eyes and slightly pouting lips. Her hair is styled in a mop cut with strands that stray onto her cheeks. If she would only smile and wear more feminine clothes she could be a natural beauty, Stephen mused to himself, youth today! The nurse bustled in and gave a torrent of instructions to both Stephen and the girl. Five minutes later she left by the back door. The girl flopped onto the small sofa which lay at right angles to Stephen's chair. 'Bitch,' she muttered. 'Who?' Stephen asked with a smile. 'Her. She so fucking hates me.' 'Well she probably hasn't had time to get to know your warm and fuzzy side,' he reproached sarcastically. 'Funnee,' the girl sneered, 'So what do you want me to do first?' 'Oh just sit here and let me enjoy your sparkling wit and conversation.' 'Fuck off. I'm going to put the kettle on. Do want tea or something?' 'Tea would be nice, thank you.' After serving the tea the girl spent the next hour and a half cleaning and tidying the bedroom and small bathroom of Stephen's flat. By midday she had finished in the kitchen and asked Stephen if he wanted his lunch now or later. They agreed he would have it now and she set about creating a small meal for him. To Stephen's surprise it was very good and he told her so. 'Well, I want to be a chef.' 'Really?' 'Yeah I'm not doing this fucking shit job forever.' 'So you don't enjoy cleaning up after old gits like me? The girl looked at him quizzically and then smiled, 'Well you're not as bad as some. Some are dirty bastards. You wouldn't believe the shit in their houses.' 'I'm sure.' They continued to chat and the girl softened slightly and dropped the hard-woman act she uses as a defence mechanism. After lunch she cleaned up in the kitchen and then asked if she could tidy in the lounge. Eventually she moved to the bookcase behind Stephen's chair. It's tall, from floor to ceiling with five shelves and then cupboards in the bottom two feet. The shelves are lined with books. 'You read all these?' she enquired. 'Of course,' Stephen responded looking round at her. 'You like to read?' 'Yeah.' 'What do you like?' 'All sorts. Horror stuff mainly. Got any of that?' 'I don't think so,' Stephen turned back to watch the TV again. The girl continued to look along the shelves and then opened the cupboard. Inside there was a confusion of boxes and files. But in one corner there was a small stack of magazines. She pulled one off the top. It looked old-fashioned but she recognised it immediately as a porn magazine. 'Colour Climax?' she made a question out of reading the title on the front. 'What?' Stephen looked around with concern. By now the girl had lifted out the whole pile and was spreading them in a fan on the floor by her knees. 'Oh they're old. Just rubbish,' he tried to sound dismissive, 'Just put them back, would you?' The girl gave a half smile and said teasingly, 'No. I want to look at them.' she started to leaf through one of the magazines. It was clearly a hard core magazine. The images were very explicit and showed people having full sex. There were couples, girls with multiple men, and women together. 'You old rascal,' she chastised him. 'Please just put them back,' Stephen demanded quite firmly. 'Why? Does it embarrass you to have me look at them?' 'It's none of your business, now just put them back.' The girl ignored him and continued to browse the magazines. After several tense minutes she asked him, 'Do you have a favourite?' Stephen didn't answer he just sat staring at the TV while the girl sat on the floor behind his chair and flicked through several of the magazines. He was embarrassed. He hated anyone knowing about his magazines, especially a woman. He knew his late wife had detested anything she considered obscene. So he assumed that all women hated porn. The girl appeared around in front of Stephen. Smiling at him she held up one of the magazines open at a two page picture of a couple fucking. The woman had big 80s hair and the guy had a kind of mullet and a moustache. She grinned at Stephen, 'Pervy Pops. You like this do you?' Stephen was mortified but decided to try to brazen it out, 'I..I..It's alright,' he stammered. 'I haven't looked at those in years.' 'May be there is another you prefer?' She rummaged on the floor and scooped up a few magazines and dumped them into Stephen's lap. 'Let's look together and you can tell me which you like.' To his amazement she settled herself on the arm of his chair and opened a magazine. On the pages were images of a woman sucking a cock while being fucked from behind. 'Cool, I love two cocks,' she stated like she was just saying that she loved tea. Stephen couldn't help but smile and he watched her as she flipped over the pages, one by one, pausing for a moment on each. The end of the sequence showed the woman with two lots of cum on her face. 'I love having a guy cum on my face,' the girl boasted. 'What's in the others?' She picked up two magazines and handed him one, 'You look too.' Stephen began to look through it reluctantly at first. From time to time she would show him an image and comment on it. Soon Stephen was also turning the pages enjoying the pictures that were both familiar and a distant memory; it really had been some time since he'd looked at them. She reached into Stephen's lap and picked up another magazine. Once more she flipped the pages until she found a sequence with two women together. At this the girl leaned over closer to Stephen and said, 'I bet you love seeing two women. All guys do. It's some sort of fantasy that they all have.' Then glancing at his lap she asked, 'Are you hard?' Stephen was really quite uncomfortable now. His thick erection was clearly showing under his light cotton trousers. She saw his worried expression and offered, 'It's cool. I mean. It's good at your age you can still get a boner.' Then she moved to face him. 'You want me to leave you alone so you can jerk off?' she made a gesture with her hand mimicking a wanking action. 'I could just go in the other room and you could call me when you're finished.' It seemed like a genuine offer, but Stephen just shook his head. Not really understanding how to deal with the situation. Women of his experience were never so direct. She then giggled and added, 'I bet you'd like me to do it for you. Wouldn't you? I could just take it out and wank you. I'm really good you know. I'd soon make you shoot your load.' She then knelt on the floor by his feet and leaned on his knees, placing her hands on his thighs. Looking straight into his face she continued, 'You soo fucking want me to, don't you?' The moment hung between them for what seemed like an age. Stephen's cock was straining in his pants and he could feel the heat of the young woman's hands on his thighs. He couldn't remember being so aroused and so conflicted. He wanted to make a move but he felt restrained by the age gap between them as well as the boundaries of their formal relationship. He worried that he would get into trouble. So instead he just prayed silently to himself; willing her to take the initiative and to touch his cock. Almost like she read his mind she asked, 'Shall I? Shall I wank you off, pops? Does that bitch nurse wank you when she baths you? I bet you get hard when she sponges you down,' she giggled. But I bet she hardly knows what to do with a cock. I could make you feel really good.' At that she slid her hands up his thighs until they were either side of the bulge in his pants. She brought her hands together to frame his large erection between the triangle formed by her thumbs and index fingers. Through his clothing she could feel the heavy balls and the thick shaft of his cock. It was impressive. It felt bigger than any she had felt before. Slowly she brought her hands together and allowed her fingers to clasp around his girth, 'That's quite impressive, pops,' she spoke quietly, 'were you a bit of a stud in your day?' While saying this she gently squeezed his cock and balls in her hands. Stephen closed his eyes and enjoyed her touch. He didn't dare speak to answer her question. He could hardly remember when he last felt a woman's hands on his body. Certainly, it had been decades since he was touched by a woman so young, and never with such confidence. He loved how brazen this young woman was, and he found he was now excited by her unusual looks. She stared up at him, her dark lips broken in a wicked smile and her blue eyes shining behind her dark make-up. The girl liked to defy convention. She got a buzz out of taking risks. A very naughty thought crossed her mind. 'When was the last time you saw a woman for real?' she asked him mischievously. Without waiting for his reply she sat back on her heels and began to pull off her baggy top. One at a time she pulled the layers over her head until she sat there in just her bra. The look of the back bra against her milky white skin was quite beautiful. Stephen feasted his eyes on her. Her boobs were small but perfect for her frame which was now revealed as quite petite, once the heavy black clothing was gone. 'If you take your trousers off I will too,' she teased cheekily. Stephen undid his trousers and shuffled them down over his waist and past his erect cock. He pushed both his trousers and pants down his thighs and off his legs. He sat there in just his T-shirt and socks. His cock raised like a thick flag pole in his lap. From her position the girl could see his large balls, swollen with their load of spunk and his great penis, which was as thick as her slender wrist, and most of the length of her forearm. Without saying a word she rocked back onto her bum and swung her legs in front of her. She began unbuckling her large boots and kicked them off one by one. Stephen smiled at the tiny pink and white ankle socks she was wearing. They seemed so at odds with her gothic appearance. He thought that it revealed something touchingly feminine and girlish about her. She grinned up at him as she hooked her thumbs into the pant of her leggings and they followed the boots as she pushed them down her legs. She knelt now in just her short skirt, bra, pants, and the incongruous socks. Stephen was admiring her slender legs and small, shapely body. His hand was on his dick and he slowly stroked himself as he watched her stand up. Without the huge boots she stood barely five feet tall. She turned around slowly to show off her body from all angles. 'Well? Do you like?' she asked him with a confidence that betrayed her knowledge of how good she looked. Stephen's only answer was to smile and stroke his cock. She took off the short skirt and tossed it aside. 'This will give you something to wank over.' Her right hand delved into her black panties and it was obvious that she was touching herself. Stephen had never seen a woman do that, other than in his magazines. 'Your dick is really quite big,' she said with a slight giggle. Stephen could see that her gaze was directed straight at his swollen erection. He stroked it more firmly and drew back the foreskin over the large glans. 'Hmm, I like watching guys wanking. And I know guys like watching girls do it. My boyfriend can't resist me when I play with my pussy. He just jumps on me and fucks me like crazy,' the girl giggled naughtily. 'So you're not a virgin then?' Stephen asked. 'No way. Did you think I was?' 'Well you're young, so I thought maybe..' 'It's different these days, pops. You don't need to be married and all that,' she smiled. 'Some of my girlfriends just fuck anyone they go out with. I know one girl who fucked two different guys on the same night. I bet you wish you were still young,' she laughed. 'You can't imagine,' Stephen said wistfully. The girl crossed the few steps between them to stand at his feet. Her hand was still deep inside her pants and she lifted her right knee and placed it on the seat next to Stephen's leg. She leaned over to support herself on the back of his chair. Her body was close to his. He could smell her scent, a mixture of soap and a musky perfume. 'Ever had a lap dance?' she spoke quietly to him. Stephen just looked into her face and shook his head. She then placed her left leg on the seat so that her thighs now straddled his lap. She shuffled forward until she was very close to him. Her crotch was just inches from his fist, which was still stroking his cock. She leaned right into his chest and he could feel her small pert breasts press against him. Her face was by his left ear. 'This is better than a real lap dance,' she whispered, 'You aren't allowed to get your dick out in a club.' She moved sinuously on top of his lap, swaying in towards him then back away again. Each time she moved forward her breasts brushed softly against his chest. 'Also, the girls don't play with themselves. My fingers are right inside me.' She continued to sway and gyrate on his lap. Occasionally her panty covered knuckles bumped into his fist as it slowly stroked his cock. 'God you're a sexy girl,' Stephen breathed, 'I've never experienced anything like this.' The girl giggled and kissed his cheek and murmured, 'What a nice man. Do you want to take off my bra?' Stephen's hands move around to her back and she leaned against him. He found the strap but couldn't undo it. He fumbled for a moment then she sat back, 'Christ you really are out of practise, aren't you?' She reached around and loosened the strap and the bra fell away from her pert young tits. She tossed it aside and then took his hands in hers. She placed one hand on each breast and invited him to squeeze them gently. Stephen relished the softness of her young flesh and massaged the yielding breasts. It had been years since he had had the pleasure of touching a woman. He wondered in fact if he had ever touched a woman as young as this one. As his hands circled her apple sized boobs her nipples tightened and grew erect. The small, pale buds stood out from the milky aureole and Stephen squeezed first one then the other between his thumb and finger. 'Suck them,' she whispered urgently in his left ear. Stephen immediately obeyed and pulled her to his mouth. His lips closed around the small teat and he sucked it between his teeth. His tongue pressed her tender flesh against the roof of his mouth and his teeth grazed the sensitive nipple causing her to gasp and jerk a little then squirm on his lap. As he repeated the treatment on her other side, her hand returned to her pants. Her fingers found her hot pussy and slipped between the now slick labia. She gasped and ground against her hand as Stephen sucked her sensitive breast flesh into his hot mouth and pressed it between his tongue and teeth. She enjoyed his expert ministrations. Guys her age normally suck and bite clumsily, but this man was sensual and erotic. For the next few minutes Stephen alternated between her tits, treating each to firm sucking and nipping, until the girl's nipples were pinched and too sensitive to take anymore. 'No. Too much,' she gasped, pushing him away. Then smiling at him, 'You do that too well. I need a minute.' Stephen obeyed and simply kissed around her breasts and shoulders. Her left arm was still supporting her weight on the back of the chair and Stephen kissed her armpit. She obviously shaved but there was a slight re-growth of hair that felt prickly to his lips. She smelt musky and fragrant and very natural. Stephen licked and nuzzled her skin, gently nipping and biting her. She jerked away at first, an instinct born of being ticklish. But soon she was enjoying this intimate and unusual touch. Withdrawing her right hand from its work in her panties, she abandoned her masturbation to present her other armpit for the same treatment. The sensation was gloriously intense, almost too much. But she needed stimulation down below too. Shuffling further forward she ground her crotch against Stephen's solid penis. Soon she was gyrating her hips and forcing herself down on him, pressing her pussy against his thick cock, enjoying the pressure on her clit under her panties. Stephen continued to nuzzle her armpits and she squirmed and ground against him, grunting and gasping with her efforts. Stephen and the Girl Ch. 02 On Friday morning Stephen awoke very early. He was excited about seeing the girl again. Would she really keep her promise and allow him to have sex with her? She had said she wanted his cock inside her. Stephen had a huge erection the whole time he was taking his morning shower. He was glad to be in the shower before the nurse had arrived. She often assisted him but today he would have been mortified had she seen the state he was in. He would have had no explanation. Plus the obvious improvement in his health and wellbeing may have prompted her to curtail his assistance. He wondered if he could ask for the day help girl to be changed. Mary was a great house-keeper, but the new girl was exciting and he wanted to see as much of her as possible. The nurse arrived around eight thirty and Stephen was already breakfasted and sitting in his chair. 'You're up bright and early today, Stephen, dear,' she commented as she came in. 'I was just awake early.' 'Couldn't you sleep? Did you feel unwell?' typically her enquiry assumed the worst. 'No. I mean it's not that. I just felt rested and wanted to get up.' 'Well that's good. But if you can't sleep let me know and we can get you something to help.' Stephen smiled and nodded. He didn't want anything to help him sleep. If today went as he hoped it would he'd have no trouble sleeping tonight. The nurse went about her routine and he waited patiently for the girl's arrival. Eventually, at about ten to ten he heard the back door open and the voices of the nurse and the girl in the kitchen. Minutes went by but there was no sign of her coming in to say hello. At last he heard her enter and looked around from his chair. His heart sank. It was Mary. She was obviously well and had returned to her normal job. The realisation dawned that the girl wouldn't be coming today. Somehow he managed to smile and greet her, 'Hello, Mary. Feeling better? It's good to see you,' he lied. Mary chatted as normal and immediately began her duties. She was a good worker but there was no frisson between them. Stephen found himself looking at her differently. For the first time he saw her as a woman, rather than simply a housekeeper. She was taller than the girl. Nowhere close to his six-three, obviously, but perhaps a good head taller than the girl. He noticed her figure. It was more buxom than the girl's, with bigger breasts and a shapely ass. He tried to imagine fucking Mary and even wondered if he could get her to look at his porn magazines. Maybe the same thing would happen? Somehow, though, he knew it couldn't happen. He knew yesterday had been a fluke that could not be repeated. In frustration he watched Mary throughout the day, remaining polite but disengaged. Before she departed he asked Mary who had been her replacement the day before. 'Oh, I don't know. It was a new girl, I think. Was there a problem? I can find out who he was and...' 'No. No really. There was no problem. She did a good job; nice friendly girl.' At last the evening came and he was alone. He decided to forget the girl and tried to watch TV for a couple of hours. But it was useless. He had so wanted to see the girl. He'd pinned so much on it that he now felt angry with her. He decided to throw her panties in the bin. After all they would simply be a reminder of something that he couldn't have. He went to his room and took them from his bedside drawer. He turned to go to the back door and out to the bin but something stopped him. He looked at the small black garment in his large hand and slowly brought it to his face. The material was heavy with her scent. The clean, perfumed, musky scent of her body. There was also the smallest trace of a sexual aroma. The smell of her privates, what had she called it? Her cunny. Stephen held the pants to his nose and inhaled deeply. He felt his cock twitch. He slowly undressed and still holding the pants he lay back on his bed. Naked and on his back, his cock stood straight up in the air. She had been impressed by it. It was a magnificent specimen; thick and straight, with a large domed head. He clasped the panties to it in his fist and started to slowly masturbate. He tried to imagine her small hand stroking him like she did the day before. He tried to imagine her next to him; the heat of her body and her scent. He wanted her so much. He lifted the panties back to his face and smelled them again. The scent brought her to him more vividly and he could see her pretty face and her delectable little body. He could imagine her heat and the feel of her body against him. He could even recall the odd sensation of the metal hoop on her lip as she had pressed her face to his. He wanted to kiss her, he wanted to lick her body, suckle her beautiful little tits. He imagined licking her smooth little pussy. He had hardly ever done that. His wife had thought it disgusting and so oral sex was still virtually a fantasy for Stephen. Would the girl have sucked his cock? He started to imagine her small hot mouth sliding over his large erection. The image expanded in his mind and he felt his semen welling up and spurting from his cockhead. Gawd how he wished he was cumming into her sweet mouth. She had said she loved cum on her face. Was that real or just bravado? Stephen lay panting on top of his bed. Naked and with his spunk splattered over his stomach. He slowly drifted off to sleep with his head full of images of the amazing girl that had so briefly passed though his life. He yearned to see her again. He awoke with a start. A couple of hours had passed. With an effort Stephen got up and made his way around his home turning off the TV and lights. He dressed in his pyjamas and rolled into bed. He held the girl's panties to his face. Their aroma aroused him once more and in the darkness of his bed he again fisted his thick erection until it spewed its load once more. He was no longer angry with the girl. He wanted her like he had never wanted any other woman. He had to find out who she is. He had to see her again. He had to see her again... he had to... Soon he was asleep. On Saturdays and Sundays there is no home support. There had been at the beginning but as Stephen's health improved it was scaled back to just weekdays. He found he now quite liked the peace and quiet and usually had a bit of a lie in. But by ten o'clock he was up and about, still dressed in his pyjamas he sat at his kitchen table and enjoyed some breakfast. He realised that his pyjama bottoms were crusty and stained from the previous night so he dumped them in the wash and headed for the shower. An hour later Stephen was ready to go out for his usual Saturday walk to the shops. Since his illness he hasn't strayed too far, but today he decided to go into town and to visit the porn shop and top-up his magazine collection. He thought that if he can't see the girl again, he may as well enjoy some good porn. Some hours later he returned home with his shopping and an anonymous black plastic bag containing several new magazines. He decided that he will have a bath and retire to bed early to enjoy those, along with the girl's panties. By 7.30 pm he had eaten and was running his bath. He enjoyed and good soak and climbed out feeling warm and clean. Ready for a lovely session, he thought. Stephen was quite excited and thought that at least he has the girl to thank for re-awakening his sexual desire. Maybe he could even find a new partner? After his bath Stephen prepared a drink and set his new magazines on the bed and checked that the girl's panties were on his pillow. Soon he was just about to climb into bed when there was a knock at his front door. He was quite amazed as he hardly ever got callers, and certainly not at this time in the evening. He thought that it's probably some kids or possibly someone lost. Nevertheless, he took the precaution of hiding the magazines in his bedside cupboard, just in case it's a visitor who needed to come in. Putting on a dressing gown he went to the door. On opening the door there was no one there. He stepped outside and looked left then right. To his shock and amazement the girl was leaning up against the wall. 'Hey,' she smiled at him, 'missed me?' For a moment he just looked at her, then his countenance changed and he grinned, 'Yes I did miss you.' 'You gonna ask me in then?' she chirped. 'Of course, come in,' Stephen turned to enter but she didn't follow. He looked back out, 'You coming in?' 'Yes. It's just. Well my friend is here too.' 'Oh' 'So can she come in too?' 'Yes, why ever not? Come in.' Stephen entered his house and the girl followed. They entered the living room and Stephen turned to welcome her as he heard the front door close. A moment later the second girl entered the room. She was clearly the girl's friend. They were very similar. They seemed to be similar in build and style; although the new girl was a fraction taller and possibly with a fuller figure and larger boobs. Under an overcoat she wore a waistcoat style garment on top of a more figure hugging black top with long sleeves. Even their hair styles were similar, but the new girl has a shock of white-blonde colouring in one thick strand on the left. Sort of like Cruella DeVille. Stephen smiled at both of them. 'So who's your friend?' 'That's G,' the girl stated minimally. 'And do I get to know your name now?' The girl laughed, 'Sure, it's Bri.' she grinned at him, 'so were you going to bed?' 'I was but that was before I had such wonderful company.' 'You sure, we can just go if you like.' 'No, please. Stay, you're very welcome. Both of you.' he looked between the two and smiled. 'Great,' Bri set down her large canvas bag, which made a distinct clink. They looked at each other and both girls snorted with laughter. 'You young ladies been drinking?' 'Absolutely,' G spoke for the first time. 'You drunk?' 'No,' Bri reassured him, 'we just had one in the pub. So we're not at all drunk.' 'Yet,' sniggered G. They both laughed again and Bri took off her coat to reveal a very similar outfit to the one she wore the other day. Except this time both shoulders were bare. She fished in her bag and produced four large bottles of cider. She asked if she could get some glasses and she disappeared into the kitchen. Stephen looked at G and invited her to sit down. She dropped her coat and sat on the edge of the small sofa. Her bag clinked down too and she opened it to take out another four bottles. At that moment Bri returned and announced that she had found ice too. She poured three glasses of cider on ice and they all clinked cheers. 'It's a bit bright in here,' Bri complained and moved around turning on the two table lamps and turning off the ceiling light. 'That's better,' she affirmed. Stephen moved his chair around to face the sofa and the two girls sat together on it. They chatted and drank and Bri explained that she was re-assigned on Friday and so couldn't come to his house. She then asked him what he had done today. Stephen smiled to himself and the thought formed in his head to say - I wanked over you and bought some porn. Naturally, he didn't and instead he gave her a brief account of his day. The girls told how they had spent the day shopping and hanging out with friends. As they talked Bri unfastened her boots and tossed them aside. She then swung her legs up over G's lap. Stephen was amused once more by the oddly girlish socks she was wearing. 'Don't mind me, will you?' G said in mock complaint. 'Aww, rub my feet, babe. They're tired from all the walking.' 'And stinking, pooh,' G exaggerated flapping her hand as if to wave away to stench. Bri pulled her foot up to her nose and sniffed. 'They're not stinky at all,' she defended herself with a smirk. 'I know, just kidding, you know I think your feet are cute.' G reassured her. 'Give me yours too,' Bri demanded. G now wriggled out of her boots and Stephen saw that she wore black nylons under the seemingly obligatory leggings. She then swung her legs up and crossed them over Bri's. As the conversation continued the girls gently massaged each other's feet. Stephen was amazed at how un-self-conscious they seemed. The chat roamed from shopping to work and G asked Stephen about his illness. He thanked her and reassured her that he was getting well. G seemed to snigger at this. They talked about their boyfriends and told Stephen how they weren't seeing them tonight as they both worked in bars in the town. When their drinks were empty G volunteered to go out to the kitchen to make-up some more. When she left, Stephen stood and said that he would just go and change, as he felt a little self conscious in his dressing gown. 'Why?' Bri asked. 'Well it would be more appropriate.' 'Are you naked beneath that?' 'Well, yes, so...' Bri giggled,'Well it's not like I haven't seen it before. She bounced out of the sofa and scampered over to him. In an instant she hugged him and wormed her hand under his gown. He felt her fingers encircle is flaccid cock and she gave it a little squeeze, 'There he is.' Stephen smiled down at her and she rose up on her tiptoes and lightly kissed his chin. Just then G's voice interrupted them, 'Oh get a room you two!' Stephen stepped back away from Bri. He looked nervously at G, then at Bri. 'She told me what happened between you two,' G confirmed. 'I see,' Stephen wasn't sure what that meant. 'I thought it was a bit weird when she told me she fucked some old guy.' 'I didn't fuck him,' Bri snapped quickly, 'I told you that.' 'Yeah but you would have if he had any rubbers, you said,' G retorted. 'Yeah,' Bri giggled, 'But I told you he was cool, didn't I?' Bri hugged him again. 'Well you told me he had a huge dick,' G announced mockingly. 'You slag. You weren't supposed to say that,' Bri seemed a little annoyed and looked sheepishly at Stephen. He smiled and she seemed to relax again. But then G spoke again, 'So you still gonna fuck him?' 'Shit, G!' Bri seemed upset. 'Well you brought rubbers, for fuck's sake. You said you were going to.' 'That's not fair. I haven't decided. Sorry,' she added to Stephen as an afterthought. 'That's OK, Bri. I wouldn't expect...' 'You fucking ruin everything,' Bri snapped at G. 'Fuck off!' G spat back, 'Why are we here if you're not going to fuck him? They looked like they might fight and so Stephen said, 'Now girls, let's be nice. We were having a nice drink and a chat, let's get back to that, OK?' The two girls looked at one another' 'Bitch.' 'Slag.' But they were smiling and then laughing so the feud seemed to be over. Bri led Stephen to the sofa and sat next to him. G pertched on the armrest behind Bri. Her arm slunk around Bri's neck and she bent to kiss her cheek, 'Sorry, Babe.' 'S'OK,' Bri kissed her back. The kiss lingered a moment on her cheek then Bri glanced sideways at Stephen, 'C'mere,' she said to G. G leaned down and Bri kissed her full on the mouth. As Stephen watched their lips pressed together and then parted slightly. He saw their tongues cross over to tease one another. G's eyes were closed but Bri kept hers fixed on Stephen. This was incredible. Stephen had never actually witnessed two women kiss as lovers. He didn't know if this was real or just a show for him. But he liked it and his cock started to respond. Then G leaned over to whisper to Bri. 'You ask him,' Bri said aloud. 'Ask me what?' Stephen was curious. Bri looked at G but she said nothing, 'She wants to see your cock, but she's too scared to ask. Fucking virgin.' Bri mocked. 'Shut up.' Then looking at Stephen G asked, 'Is it really big?' 'Bri says it is. I don't have much experience with cocks,' Stephen joked. 'Can I see?' G asked coyly. 'I suppose,' Stephen looked at Bri who seemed to give a small nod and a smile. Eyes fixed on Bri, Stephen untied the belt of his dressing gown and opened it to expose his semi-hard cock resting against his thigh. G immediately commented, 'How big does it get?' 'I think I know how we can find out,' Bri said quietly. She pulled G down onto the seat beside her. G now had her back against the sofa and Bri quickly knelt over her lap, just the way she had done with Stephen. 'He likes girls together,' she said quietly as she leaned in to G. Their lips met in a soft kiss and their hands started to roam up and down one another's body. G's hands encircled Bri's bottom and Bri fondled G's boobs. Stephen watched fascinated as their mouths parted and he could see their tongues, tips lightly touching. They were so soft and gentle with one another it was beautiful to watch. Bri kissed G's neck as she started to unbutton the waistcoat. It was soon open and G wriggled to help her remove it. In one swift action Bri then pulled G's top off over her head. She wore just her bra and Stephen could see her fulsome breasts bulging over the half cup. All of this had done wonders for his cock which was now at attention in his lap and Stephen gently stroked himself as he watched them. 'You too,' G spoke quietly. She then tugged Bri's top out of the waistband of her small skirt and pulled it over her head. They both now sat in their bras. G lightly kissed Bri's neck and shoulders before slipping her bra straps off and letting the bra fall away from her boobs. Stephen relished seeing her pale pink nipples again and his cock twitched with excitement as G took them into her mouth one by one. As her friend suckled on her tits Bri looked over at Stephen. She smiled when she saw that his cock was fully erect and murmured something to G. G turned her face sideways to look and she too grinned and then turned back to suck on her friend's nipple once more. As she did this Bri unsnapped her bra strap and drew it off her waist where it had slipped. She was now naked from the waist up. She wanted G to be the same and pulling her forward she opened her bra. Stephen stroked a little harder as the larger breasts were revealed, already topped with thick, erect brown nipples. Bri immediately dropped her head to suck one of them into her mouth, to which G gave a little gasp of pleasure. For the next few minutes the girls exchanged suckling kisses to one another's breasts and Stephen slowly masturbated next to them. Then G's hand stole across to reach into Stephen's lap. Her finger tips tickled his balls and then her hand rested on top of his. Bri noticed and looked at her friend who spoke in an exaggeratedly pouty voice, 'I want to play with the nice man's cock.' Bri just climbed out of her lap and knelt by Stephen's feet. G just seemed to loll sideways so that she was half lying across his lap. Both girls started to tickle and stroke Stephen's erection and he let go to enjoy their touch. Bri then bent her head to plant tiny, soft kisses on his thighs and then his balls, while G did the same thing, kissing along his shaft. The kisses were just with lips and with a butterfly lightness of touch. Stephen's head was swimming. From virtually never experiencing oral sex he now had two sexy young girls kissing his manhood. He put his head back and savoured every touch and caress of their hands and lips. G moved up his shaft and the pressure of her kisses increased. A hot velvety softness encased his cockhead and Stephen glanced down to see G, eyes closed, sucking his cock into her mouth. An involuntary groan escaped his lips. 'He likes that, babe.' He heard Bri speak softly. Her head then disappeared behind and below G's and Stephen felt her lips and tongue press into his shaft just below G's mouth. This was intense and the sensations caused him to well-up. He felt he was going to cum. He didn't want this experience to end but he had to regain control. Almost in a reflex he doubled-up and gently pushed the girls back, groaning as he did so. Stephen and the Girl Ch. 02 'What's the matter, pops?' Bri asked with a note of concern. 'I think he's gonna blow,' G added. For a moment Stephen just breathed hard and willed his twitching cock not to explode. Eventually he looked down at the two smiling faces near his lap, 'Sorry, ladies. That was almost too much for me. I need a minute to gather myself.' They just nodded. G slid off the sofa and crawled behind Bri. She knelt behind her hugging her friend close. She kept her eyes fixed on Stephen as she kissed Bri's neck and shoulders. Her hands strayed around to cup Bri's breasts and tweak her nipples. A moment later one hand stroked down her stomach and loosened the small belt on Bri's skirt. Then the hand delved into the waistband and Bri rose up pushing her pelvis forward to meet the fingers that were searching for her pussy. Evidently they hit their mark as Bri gasped and rapidly jerked her hips in pleasure. Opening her eyes she giggled and looked at Stephen, 'Is this helping you relax?' Both girls sniggered at this. 'Not exactly,' Stephen grinned back. But then he shuffled forward and leaned over to kiss Bri on the lips. Breaking off after a moment he asked, 'So you brought rubbers?' G crawled over to Bri's bag and fished out a paper bag and extracted a large box of condoms. She tore open the box and several small packets fell out. She snatched up one and handed it to Stephen. The whole time Bri had not moved. She just knelt in front of Stephen her expression formed into a half smile. While he tore open the small packet G moved back to Bri. 'The moment of truth, babe.' She sat behind her again but this time Bri lay back into her lap. She extended her legs and started to remove her leggings. She pulled them off along with the tiny skirt. By now Stephen had drawn the condom onto his solidly thick penis and was kneeling at her feet. He shrugged off his dressing gown and moved forward. Without a word being spoken Bri parted her legs for him and lay back into G's lap. Her panties were still on and Stephen made to pull them down but Bri showed him how to just pull them to one side. Her pink and virtually hairless pussy was now exposed to him and he placed his cockhead against her labia. Slowly he eased his huge cock into her body and she groaned in pleasure as it filled her completely. He established a slow rhythm of thrusts, each time pushing into her deeply before withdrawing almost entirely. She responded to each penetration by arching her back and writhing up to meet him. Her eyes were closed and her body was charged with an electricity of desire. She had not been able to stop thinking about having this man. She had told G the story of their first encounter that very evening. She desperately wanted to come back but she was scared to come alone. They had almost come round on the Friday night but had chickened out. Even when they arrived tonight she'd almost run away. As they sat chatting she had wanted him desperately but didn't know how to move ahead. Her experience with young men had not taught her seduction. She hadn't needed it. Their clumsy advances were as inevitable as their lack lustre performances. But Stephen was sensual and patient. She knew that he would not disappoint her. She had never before felt so turned-on by a man and she had enjoyed more pleasure from him than any other, despite the fact that they had not made love. Stephen couldn't believe that he was now screwing this amazing girl. Her delicate young body was laid out beneath him and his almost painfully erect cock was buried in her enveloping pussy. He wanted to please her so much. He wanted to repay the huge compliment she paid him by consenting to give him pleasure and offering her body to him. He concentrated on not cumming as he wanted to ensure that she enjoyed her climax before he lost control. His cock pistoned in and out of her and she was whimpering with pleasure as each thrust filled her and expanded her pussy. He could feel her vagina tightly grip his penis and he could see the strained look of ecstasy on her pretty face. He wanted to give her more than he had every given any woman. Their exertions had moved them off G's lap and she now lay off to the side near them, watching, her hand playing inside her panties. But neither Stephen nor his young lover noticed her. They were too consumed in their passion for each other. Bri pulled his face to hers and she kissed him. Not the soft lip contact of before, but an open mouthed passionate kiss. He felt the hot wetness of her lips and her tongue penetrating his lips. In his day a French kiss was very naughty. Girls of his era told him that they would only respond to a French kiss when they wanted to signal their willingness to have full sex. To signal now that she wanted to give him everything seemed redundant but no less poignant. Stephen kissed her back and rode into her harder. She cried out into his mouth and then broke free to moan long and hard. Stephen felt her writhe and shake as her orgasm broke. Her hands clasped behind her neck and her legs behind his back. He fell onto her, his weight pressing her down. She seemed to squirm and grind beneath him as she was wracked with pleasure. Her face pressed to his and she kissed him and pinched his lip in hers. He continued to slowly thrust into her as she bucked and rolled beneath him. Her voice constantly punctuated her climatic heights, not in words, but in grunts and groans. At last the storm subsided and she calmed and opened her eyes to him. For a moment she seemed spent and exhausted but then she brightened and pushed up against him. Stephen made to move off her but she made it clear that she simply wanted to roll over. A moment later he was on his back and she was astride his body like a girl riding a horse. The roll had put Stephen's head right next to G's body and he smiled at the two beautiful girls next to him. G was still dressed from the waist down but her clothes were somewhat dishevelled. 'That looked amazing,' G breathed. 'It was,' Bri bent to kiss Stephen again, 'and he's still hard.' She wriggled her hips to indicate the solid cock still inside her. As she came back up from kissing Stephen G met her and kissed her cheek, 'My turn?' she asked. 'In a minute, babe. I think I'm going to cum again.' She began to roll her hips to ride Stephen's cock. 'Aww, you'll make him cum, then I won't get any,' G pleadingly kissed her face. 'C'mere,' Bri whispered. She kissed G full on the mouth as she squirmed on top of Stephen. Their breasts squished together as they embraced and Bri whimpered as she began to get the full effect of his cock once more. G's hand returned to her pants and it was clear that she was fingering herself. Soon Bri was concentrating on her own pleasure and abandoned kissing G. G now stood and rolled her leggings down her legs. Stephen noticed that she was wearing black tights under the leggings. These quickly followed the leggings and she also whipped off her panties. G now lay completely naked next to the couple and continued to finger her pussy. Stephen saw that, like Bri, she was virtually smooth. He knew he had to hold on and that there was every chance that he would get to sample that sweet pussy too. Bri was riding him hard. She was desperately close to cuming again. She knew she was being selfish but, after all, she had found him, she knew she would have to share him, but at that moment she just wanted him to make her cum once more. G was getting impatient and she reached over the play with Bri's clit as she rode Stephen. That had the desired effect on Bri but was almost too much for Stephen. As Bri started to cum he had to push her off and grip the base of his penis hard to stop the welling orgasm. He hardly noticed Bri squirming on his leg, writhing through her second orgasm. He barely held on. His cock twitched violently and he released some pre-cum into the end of the condom. He was breathing hard and he didn't know how long he could hold on. He needed a break, but he was also afraid that the moment would pass and he wouldn't get to fuck G. She was clearly ready and eager. To his amazement she sat up and threw her leg over his head and presented her pussy to his face. 'Will you lick my cunny?' she asked him. Oh gawd, he thought this was incredible. The pungently musky sex descended on his mouth and he French kissed it for a moment. It was deliciously sweet and slippery. It was virtually a new experience for him and although his touch was sensual it was misdirected. 'On my clit,' G guided her clitoris to his lips. He immediately kissed and licked her there and she shuddered and gasped as he found the swollen nubbin and proceeded to delight her. Bri lay by their side now. Her orgasm had subsided and she lay breathing heavily and watched them with lidded eyes. Her hand rested by her pussy and she lazily stroked her labia with her finger tips. She wasn't actually masturbating, but the gentle touch was simply for comfort and to maintain the slight buzz of arousal. She knew there was more to come that night. G was relishing the oral stimulation of her clitoris combined with the prickly ticklish sensation of Stephen's beard against her labia. Despite his novice status Stephen learnt quickly and was soon thrilling his young partner with his tongue and lips. Added to the masturbation she had enjoyed while watching the other two have sex, the oral stimulation brought G rapidly to her first small orgasm. Her hands clasped his head and she held his mouth in place as she shuddered through the small tremors of pleasure. Finally releasing him she shuffled back and bent to kiss his mouth. 'You taste of my cunt,' she murmured, 'I want your cock in me now. She slid back over his body until his cock was positioned between her legs. 'Can you take off the rubber?' she asked. Stephen gave her a quizzical look. 'I'm on the pill,' she offered by way of explanation, 'besides I like to feel guys spunk inside me. The condom was a tight fit and Stephen struggled somewhat to get it off. Eventually rolling it up off his erection. It was another tense moment and he wasn't sure how much longer he could hold out. G lowered herself onto him and to his relief he found his cock slid easily into her well lubricated pussy. She immediately established a rhythm riding him fast and hard. She leaned forward to press her clit against his pubic bone and her face was just inches above his. She could see he was concentrating hard to hold on. 'Don't blow yet. I'm nearly there,' she tried to reassure him. She rode faster and harder to encourage her climax but that only pushed him nearer. Stephen tried to hold back but he couldn't. As G rode him he felt himself convulse and his cock erupted delivering his spunk into her. Five or six times he ejaculated into her but she continued to ride him. She was suddenly kissing his face telling him she could feel his cum in her. Then she groaned and buried her face in his neck. He felt her jerk and shudder as she orgasmed on top of him. He hugged her to him as she climaxed. He adored how these girls gave themselves with such abandon. Feeling this young woman's climax on top of him, feeling her young body shiver and quake against his was so erotic. Slowly the trembling ebbed away and her breathing returned to normal. At the same time Stephen's cock slid from her pussy and a trickle of spunk followed. It tickled and they both laughed. 'I'll get some towels,' Bri now spoke for the first time. She rose slowly and disappeared for a few minutes and returned with three towels. The three wiped themselves off and G wrapped hers around herself and sat on the chair that Stephen normally occupied. Stephen pulled on his dressing gown again and sat next to Bri on the sofa. Bri was the first to speak again, 'Well, pops, was that good?' Stephen looked at Bri, then at G and back to Bri, 'Honestly, that was the best thing that has ever happened to me. You're both amazing. Beautiful, sexy girls.' The girls grinned in satisfaction. 'You know we're going to stay the night,' Bri stated. Stephen just grinned and raised his glass in a toast. Stephen and the Girl 'Fuck, I need to cum,' she hissed into his ear. 'Got any rubbers?' Stephen understood her meaning. She needed penetration and she wanted to know if he had any condoms. He silently cursed himself for having none. But why would he need such things? It had been many years since he had penetrated a woman. 'No,' he gasped back at her. She ground her pussy harder against his steely erection. The sense of frustration and need was apparent in her movements, 'Aww,' she whimpered, 'I need something inside.' Taking hold of his face she held him so close he could feel her hot breath on his face. Her eyes met his and she ground down hard on his cock and huffed, 'Too bad, pops, I'd let you fuck me if you had.' She rested her face against his, the corner of her mouth against his lips and she rode up to place his cock head right against her labia. As she humped up and down, Stephen's penis pressed deeply into her pussy but was prevented from entering her properly by the stretched material of her pants. 'God, that's so good,' Stephen sighed. 'Bet you - wish you - could - fuck me,' she gasped in time with her motion. 'Oh yes, I do.' 'Bet you've - never had - someone - as hot - as me - hmm?' 'Never.' 'God your cock feels good, why don't you have any rubbers?' The question was rhetorical as the girl was now frantically humping Stephen's cock as hard as she could. He could feel the squishy wetness of her pussy even through her panties. Her body was hot against his, and he could sense the perspiration on her skin from her exertion. She moved faster and faster, pressing harder into his powerful erection. All the time she was telling him how good it felt and how much she needed to cum. He wrapped his arms around her and held her to him. She squirmed and writhed on top of him. It was amazing. Stephen had never known a woman behave with such abandon. Suddenly she gripped him with her thighs and pressed her face into his, trapping his lip in hers. She groaned a long guttural groan that Stephen felt more than heard as her mouth was pressed into him. She was in mid climax, her orgasm surging through her pussy and up through her body. She paused and gripped him tightly for a few seconds, and then wriggled on top of him until she caused another wave of pleasure, then she gasped and held still again. This cycle repeated three more times and each time she groaned unintelligibly and pressed herself into him as she jerked and twitched with each spasm of pleasure. In one moment she pulled back from his face for a few inches, she opened her eyes and looked into Stephen's. He saw a look of pleading and just about understood as she hissed, 'Still cumming.' Next thing her face pressed into his again but this time her lips met his. He felt her lips part and her tongue touch his lips. It wasn't exactly a kiss. She just seemed to roll her slightly open mouth across his. He felt her hot breath and she was still mumbling but he could make out nothing. She was wriggling faster now and with one final grunt of satisfaction she jerked and shivered for several seconds as a final crescendo of ecstasy crashed around her centre. She then flopped against him and breathed out a long and heavy sigh of contentment. They lay still for an age. Her breathing was heavy and he was enjoying her heat against him. Eventually she stirred and slid over to his side, her right leg still across his lap. Her hand moved up to his face and her fingers lightly caressed his cheek. He looked down at her and suddenly she seemed softer and more feminine. Her make-up was a little smudged and her hair clung to her face. 'Shit, pops, that was amazing. I can't believe I came like that. Guys never make me cum that hard. It's only usually when I wank.' She perked up a little and shuffled up a little more, 'I really would have let you fuck me, you know. I mean you're old and everything, but you're kinda cool. Besides, your cock is really big and I wanted to know what it would feel like in me.' She glanced down at his still engorged erection. Smiling her hand moved down to clasp around it, 'You're still hard. You didn't cum yet?' Stephen just shook his head. The girl grinned broadly and started to slowly stroke his cock. She shuffled around again to sit with her thigh against his cock. She pressed his cock against her soft inner thigh has she wanked him. 'When I have my period my boyfriend likes me to wank him against my leg like this. Do you like it?' 'Hmm,' Stephen responded, 'your skin is so soft.' She gripped him firmly and stroked him vigorously. Stephen relished the feelings she was giving him. She leaned in to him and kissed the side of his face, 'Come on, pops, let me see you blow. I want to see your stuff come out.' She pumped him harder. 'Think about fucking my juicy little cunny,' she whispered in his ear. 'Look,' at this she reached over with her other hand and pulled her panties to one side. For the first time in years Stephen found himself looking at a real vagina. He was surprised to see that it was almost completely hairless. In his day women sported a great mat of long pubic hair, but this girl had virtually none. 'See what you missed. You could have fucked my little cunny. Imagine your big cock sliding in there,' her fingers probed her pussy as she spoke. 'It would have felt lovely. All hot and slippery. I'd have squeezed you tight and made you fuck me really hard.' She pumped him harder and harder. 'Do it! Give me your lovely cum, pops. I love seeing guys blow.' Her hand was rapidly wanking him against her thigh. Stephen was almost overcome with pleasure. He felt his climax rising, he wanted to cum; he wanted to do what this crazy, sexy girl demanded. At last he knew he was passed the point of no return and he felt a surge of orgasmic pleasure rise up through his cock and explode. 'Christ..,' was all he could manage as his spunk spewed out of his cock. A great jet of cum shot out and landed most of the way up his chest. The girl squealed with delight and kept pumping him as more and more squirted out. His initial orgasm was massive and he felt his whole body shudder and quake. He grunted and groaned and his hips jerked involuntarily. For every few strokes she made he seemed to have another small orgasm. He'd never felt like this. His heart was pounding and his breathing came in huge gulps of air. His cock continued twitching for ages and the girl stroked and played with it long after it had started to soften. 'Shit, pops, what a mess,' she giggled. 'You must have been holding that in for ages. I don't think I've ever seen so much. Shit, it's all over you, my hand, my leg. I think you even managed to get some on my pussy.' She looked into his face with mock anger and reproached, 'I better not get pregnant!' she laughed and kissed him on the cheek before beginning to climb out of his lap. Stephen just lay back exhausted. He hadn't even had a wank since his illness began. What a comeback he thought to himself. The girl dashed out of the room and he heard her go across to the cupboard by the bathroom. She re-entered with two small towels and threw one to Stephen. He wiped himself for a moment but then watched her clean herself off with the towel. She looked up at him and smiled, and then a mischievous look crossed her face. She stood up and slowly drew her panties down over her ass and legs, eventually stepping out of them. She stepped over to his chair and dropped them into his lap. 'Maybe you'd like a little souvenir of the occasion, eh pops. You can wank into them when I'm not here,' she laughed. 'C'mere!' 'Why?' 'Just step over here please,' smiling the girl stepped over to stand next to his chair. Stephen reached out and touched her pussy with his finger tips. She parted her legs slightly and he traced along her lips. They were smooth and slick. He had never felt a pussy like this one, almost hairless. He started to probe into her with his finger but she stepped away, 'Enough, pops. Get dressed. It's nearly time for nurse Ratched to come back. I don't want to lose this job, even if it is shit.' The two dressed in silence and the girl tidied up and replaced the magazines in the cupboard. She picked up her panties and asked, 'Where do you want me to put these?' 'Under my pillow, please' Stephen smirked. The girl smiled and trotted out of the room and returned a few moments later, 'Done,' she grinned. As they waited for the nurse to arrive they chatted and Stephen asked, 'Will you be back tomorrow?' 'Probably, if Mary's still off sick. Why?' she asked with a cheeky grin. 'I thought maybe you could do some shopping for me if you're here.' 'Oh like what?' 'I thought you could get me some condoms.' The girl started to laugh but then they heard the back door open and the nurse bustled in. For the next ten minutes she questioned them about their day and the two responded matter-of-factly. The girl was back in the kitchen with the nurse when she asked, 'Was Stephen alright today?' 'I guess, why?' 'Did he take his nap this afternoon? He gets tired otherwise.' 'I think he was OK. We just chatted.' 'You're supposed to help him, not get him over excited.' 'What makes you think I got him excited?' the girl asked with a note of irony. 'Never mind, you can go if you want.' 'I'll just say goodbye to Stephen.' She went into the other room and approached his chair, 'I'm off.' 'Wait. Will I see you again?' 'Dunno,' she shrugged. 'What's your name?' The girl just looked him straight in the eye, 'Why does that matter?' she turned and walked to the door then paused, then, over her shoulder as she left she called back, 'If I come tomorrow I'll try to remember that shopping you need.' Stephen just caught her rear end disappear through the door as he looked around from his chair.