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Stupid Ch. 01

By: someoneyouknow



As he lay there, he knew he had done something really stupid. Not the normal, everyday stupid that people do. No, he had done the worst kind of stupid; male libido stupid. He thought back to how this whole affair had started and tried to figure out why he had done what he did. He couldn't believe it had only been four days since she had come into his life.

It had been Wednesday night. As was becoming the norm, he had left his office as the sun was disappearing behind the low hills which were all that remained of the Appalachin Mountains. The only good thing about leaving this late was he avoided a large portion of the traffic leaving Philadelphia for the suburbs in which the office complex was located. He still had a half hour of travel to complete before he arrived home, but the road ran practically to his front door so he drove on auto-pilot, not paying attention to most things around him.

The brake lights on the car in front of him lit up suddenly and it was only by sheer stroke of luck he didn't plow into the rear bumper. He silently thanked the German engineers of his BMW for their skill and took a few deep breaths to calm himself. Looking through the rear window of the car he had almost hit, he saw the brake lights on the vehicles further up the road were also lit, signifying they too weren't moving.

The line of traffic sat motionless for over five minutes before it began to creep forward. After another ten minutes of moving at a snail's pace he saw what was causing the backup. At least two vehicles had collided head on on the two-way road and their mangled carcasses were blocking the road in both directions. A large contingent of fire, rescue and police vehicles were swarming the accident scene and traffic was being rerouted.

Dutifully following the directions of the officer directing traffic, he turned right down a side road and followed in line with everyone else, not completely sure where the road was leading to. From time to time a car up front would turn left down a connector road but he stayed in line and kept driving. Darkness had settled itself upon the land and every car had its lights on.

He had no idea what town the procession came to and stopped at a gas station to get directions. Though he had lived in the area for nearly a decade, he rarely went off familiar roads. To him, the road either led to Philadelphia, the turnpike or 95. Aside from that, he was like a lost puppy.

He pulled his car along the side of the building, turned off the car lights and went to find out where he was and how to get home. The cashier was helpful and gave him precise directions on how to find his way out which he wrote down. He thanked the guy, giving a wave as he opened the door and walked back to his car. No sooner had the engine turned over than he flicked on the headlights and was in the process of backing up when he stopped, turned his head forward and took a good look. Something had caught his eye in that instant the lights illuminated the area in front of his car and he wanted to get another look.

There, between the building and the garbage dumpster, he saw movement. He stared intently, trying to figure out if it was just an animal moving among the pile of what looked like paper and other stuff or something more. He stepped out of his car and took a few steps forward, his shadow extending several feet in front of him as the lights of his car lit up the scene. He took a few more steps, then a few more. In short order he was standing over the moving pile and using the tip of his foot, dislodged a few pieces of newspaper. He stopped when he saw a dirty sneaker protruding out.

Not sure how to proceed, he did what people always did in the movies when confronted with such a situation. He spoke.

"Hello?"

Silence. Waiting a few moments, he spoke again.

"I'm not the police. You can come out."

Slowly, two small hands poked out the top of the pile and pushed down the mass revealing a scraggily mop of hair covering a face. Looking closely, he saw the face was feminine. A kid in fact.

Though unmarried and without children of his own, he had a soft spot for children and animals. He occasionally joked with people in the office that he was a cruel, coldhearted bastard which was the reason for him being single. In reality, he gave money to several animal shelters and on occasion spoke at halfway homes for troubled youths, trying to encourage them to move beyond their circumstances.

Now, as he looked into those dark brown eyes, he measured his next response.

"Would you like a softer, warmer place to spend the night?" he asked.

No response. The eyes merely stared back at him.

"Should I call the police and have them talk to you?" he continued.

The head shook from side to side, the eyes never leaving his.

"I'll tell you what, I'll get back in the car and leave the passenger door unlocked. I'll wait there five minutes. If you don't want to come, I'll drive away and that will be the end of the story. No police, no human services, no nothing. I'll just leave. The decision is yours."

His speech done, he turned and did as he said he would. He got into his seat and turned off the headlights. Looking at the clock, he began the five minute countdown.

Just over a minute later, he saw a form rise up and make its way to his car. The lights of the gas station provided enough light for him to see that she carried a backpack close to her chest and nothing else. She came to the passenger door, opened it, and without a word, climbed in.

He hadn't noticed it before when he was near the dumpster but now, in the confines of the car, the smell of dirt, grime and body odor filled the air. Trying not to be too obvious, he turned the fan on and adjusted the temperature controls before flicking on his headlights and leaving the station.

During the ride to his place, neither said one word. It was eerily quiet. He couldn't even hear her breathe. Occasionally he would glance over at her but her eyes stared straight ahead. He did see that she still clutched the backpack to her chest in a deathgrip.

Another half hour passed before he finally pulled into his garage. Getting out, he walked to the passenger side and opened the door. Without a word, she got out and stood there, waiting for him to tell her what to do. He opened the door which led into his house and held it open for her. Understanding his intentions, she walked in a few feet and again waited for him, the lights of the room turning on automatically when they detected her movement and revealing a small utility/mud room which had his washer and dryer.

Locking the door behind him, he faced her and looked her up and down. He guessed her to be just over five feet in height and maybe one hundred pounds, including the dirt under her nails. Her face had a slight roundness to it with a few freckles dotting her cheeks.

"Follow me," he told her and opened a door at the end of the room which led to the kitchen area. Entering the kitchen, he paused and watched her expression as she looked around.

"If you go down that hallway, the last door on the left is a second bedroom. You can sleep there tonight. It has its own bathroom and shower if you want to get cleaned up. You can lock the door if it will make you feel more comfortable. I'll have dinner ready in about half an hour. Sorry, nothing fancy. Just leftovers."

Turning her head, she looked down the indicated hallway and made her way to room. He heard the click of the lock as she closed the door.

After changing into shorts and a tee shirt, he rummaged in his refrigerator for the leftovers and began heating them in the microwave. While dinner was reheating, he took a few moments to gather his thoughts. He contemplated calling one of his contacts from the homes but decided that since it was so late, he'd hold off until the morning.

The ding of the microwave signified he could finally eat. He laid out the two meals on the table and walked to the bedroom door. Gently knocking, he let her know that dinner was ready if she wanted something to eat.

He had just put the first bite of food into his mouth when he heard the door open and the sound of feet moving over the carpet in the hallway. Glancing at her before she sat down, he saw she had taken a shower and now looked fairly presentable though her clothes needed the same treatment.

Sitting across from him at the table, she dug into the leftover pot roast which comprised dinner. He saw she held her fork in the proper manner, not clutching it like she was going to shovel food into her mouth. He let her swallow a few mouthfuls before trying to strike up a conversation.

"Now might be a good time to introduce oursevles," he began. "My name is Ken."

Silence. She looked at him, her mouth caught in mid bite before she resumed chewing. Grabbing the glass of water, she washed down the food before blurting out, "Kate", and taking another mouthful of food.

"Ok, Kate. I'm not going to ask you how you got to where you were, where you came from or anything else along those same lines. In fact, if you want to leave after you've eaten, you're free to do so. However, so long as you're here I have three rules that need to be followed."

Again, she stopped in mid bite and looked at him. He could see the defiance in her eyes and knew what was she was thinking.

"First, no drugs or smoking. Second..."

"I can't afford that shit," she interrupted.

"Fine. Second, no stealing. If you want or need something, just ask. I'll get it for you. Third, be honest. I've been upfront with you the whole time and I expect you to do the same for me. Are we clear?"

"Yeah, whatever," Kate said, shoving another glob of food into her mouth.

"Tomorrow we'll go shopping and other things. Is that ok with you?"

"Yeah, sure, whatever."

Ken finished his meal and put the dishes in the dishwasher after which he waited for Kate to finish her meal. He asked if she wanted more and was rewarded with a grunted "No" after which she left the table and went back to the bedroom, locking the door behind her.

Ken was tired and knew tomorrow was going to be a trying day so rather than watching tv, he cleaned himself up and went straight to bed.

The next morning he woke at his normal time but rather than getting ready for work, took his time getting breakfast before calling his office. His secretary answered and he told her he would be working from home the next two days and that he would see her on Monday. Fortunately for him, because of what he did and his position in the company, he had more leeway than most employees and if he wanted to work from home, there was never a question.

After putting the phone down, he knocked on Kate's door and let her know she could have breakfast when she wanted it. He went back to his home office next to the kitchen and opened some reports on his laptop. It wasn't long before he heard the click of the lock and the sound of movement.

Getting up from his chair, he entered the kitchen and had to stop himself from laughing. Kate stood next to the table wearing a tee shirt which was three sizes too big for her, her dark hair a tangled mess around her face. She gave him the look which let him know she was not amused at his enjoyment.

"Eggs ok?" he asked.

Kate nodded her head, plopped herself down at the table and waited for the food to arrive. Ken deftly made scrambled eggs and a side of toast which he laid before her. He got her a glass of grapefruit juice and poured himself another small glass and sat down as well.

Waiting for her to down a few mouthfuls, he tried again to start a conversation.

"Mind telling me how old you are?"

"Nineteen," was the short answer.

Ken's eyes grew wide as he digested the answer. Nineteen? There was no way that was possible.

"Nineteen?" he inquired. "Are you sure?"

Kate stopped eating, put her fork down and looked him straight in the eyes.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Yeah, I'm short and look like a little girl. Anything else?" she retorted.

"No," Ken replied, not sure what else to say. He had figured her to be fifteen or sixteen. Maybe he needed his eyes checked.

"You?" Kate asked before finishing her juice.

"Forty one" Ken told her.

"Not married?"

"No."

"How come?"

"Just one of those things. Haven't found the right woman."

Kate looked around the kitchen and then anywhere else she could see.

"You gay?"

"What?" Ken laughed. "No, not gay. Why?"

"You have a nice place, you keep it clean and you can cook. I just figured if a woman didn't want that it must be because you're gay."

Kate stared at him, that defiant look again in her eyes though now Ken saw she had a sliver of a smile on her face. She was enjoying this.

"You ready to go shopping?" Ken asked, diverting the conversation.

"Sure, why not" Kate said and got up from the table.

"Um, how about I wash your clothes before we go. Would that be okay?"

Kate looked at him for a moment, seeing his clean clothes and decided that she should go along with the suggestion. She went back to her room and returned moments later with her clothes in her hands.

"If you want to watch some tv while I take care of this, you're free to do so," Ken told her, indicating with a nod of his head the living room which abutted the kitchen. Without a word, Kate went to the sofa, picked up the remote control and started watching random channels. Ken went to the laundry room where he found some of his clothes which needed washing and mixed hers in with his. Two loads and an hour later, her clothes were as clean and dry as they were going to be. While he was folding his clothes, he saw her bra was damaged beyond recovery and hoped she wouldn't be too upset seeing how he was going to buy her new clothes.

"Ready!" Ken called. He laid her clothes on the corner of the table in a neat pile. When she picked them up he told her about the bra and apologized. She shrugged it off and told him not to worry about it as it had been like that for a while. When she went to her room and closed the door to change her clothes, Ken noted she didn't lock the door this time.

It wasn't long before Kate returned wearing her newly washed clothes. Her shirt was untucked and hung down to the top of her thighs though her hair was in slightly better shape than it had been. Ken looked at her and still couldn't believe she was nineteen. She looked like a young girl; no curves, no figure, no nothing.

Ken put on a pair of sneakers before grabbing his car keys and with Kate in tow, went to the car. Upon opening her door, the smell from last night came back.

"Um, sorry about that," Kate apologized.

Ken smiled. "Don't worry about it. It was time to get cleaned anyway. We'll just air it out on the way to the mall."

Fortunately, the weather was cooperating during this middle part of spring and they drove with the windows down while the sun beat down through the windows. Kate's unkempt hair blew wildly about before she grew tired of moving it off her face and tucked it into the neck of her shirt.

As before, the two rode in silence. Neither said a word even when they were in the mall. Kate stopped in front of a Victoria's Secret store, her eyes looking at the pictures of the models in the window displays who wore various pieces of lingerie and undergarments, their sexual appeal evident to both man and woman. She looked at Ken who merely nodded and the two went shopping. He stayed with her for a few moments before wandering away and looking on his own while Kate collected various items.

"May I help you?" a young, lilting voice asked Ken as he was looking at some robes.

Turning, he saw one of the sales associates standing there, looking at him as if he was lost.

"No, just looking. I'm with my niece." He nodded in the direction of Kate who was at a display table across the room.

"OK! If there's anything I can help you with, let me know. My name is Jenni." With that, Jenni turned smartly on her toes and left Ken alone. He watched her walk away, the way her young hips swayed side-to-side, the graceful shape of her legs showing beneath her skirt. He inwardly sighed at the reminder of his middle age and went back to looking at the clothes on display.

When he looked around a few minutes later, he saw Kate adding more pieces to her now larger pile of clothes and wended his way through the displays. Standing behind Kate, he took a peek at what she had accumulated. She had the usual assortment of bras and matching panties in a variety of colors. Nothing too revealing. More functional than anything else.

As she didn't realize he was behind her, Kate stepped on Ken's foot when she stepped back from the table.

"Sorry," she apologized and went about her way.

A short while later Kate came up to him and told him she was done. With that, the two went to the counter and the same store employee who had talked to him earlier rang up their bill. When the total was announced and Ken handed over his credit card, she gave him the biggest smile possible and told him to come back again.

Ken went to grab a few of the bags but Kate got to them first and carried them herself. Back into the mall they went with their next stop at a store to get some clothes. Almost two hours later, Kate had a few more bags to add to her collection which she also carried. Ken wasn't sure how such a petite person could carry so much but Kate did.

Their final stop was at a drugstore where they picked up a large bag of personal items. Again, Kate carried the bag, though by now she had to sway side-to-side when she walked.

"You know, I can carry a few of those if you'd like," Ken offered.

"I'm fine," Kate told him and continued walking.

After stowing the bags in the trunk of his car, the two left, in silence, for the return trip. However, instead of going straight home, Ken stopped where he got his hair cut and asked one of the ladies if she could fit Kate in, giving just a brief explanation of why he didn't have an appointment. Fortunately, there were almost no customers being tended to and Kate was able to be slotted in without any trouble.

Ken left the decision to Kate as to how she wanted her hair cut and grabbed a magazine from the rack while waiting for her return. Forty five minutes later he saw movement out of the corner of his eye and looked up. For a moment he wasn't sure if the person before him was the same one he had brought in, but he recognized those deep brown eyes and was amazed at the transformation. Whereas before Kate's hair was an unruly mess of dried out, wavy and bent hair, it had been lopped into a short, silky smooth bob with the ends following her jaw and swept forward, pointing towards her lips. She looked completely different. She now looked like the attractive young woman she was.

Ken didn't say aword. He simply smiled and paid the bill, thanking the stylist for the wonderful job she did.

During the ride home, he saw Kate several times run her fingers through her shorn hair as if she wasn't sure it was as short as it was. He didn't say a word, instead letting her find her own way.

Once home, Kate again refused all help to carry the bags and in one trip, carried the entire mass to her room. She emerged moments later and asked if Ken had a pair of scissors. Ken pulled out a pair and handed them to her, watching as she closed the door to her room. Figuring she would be a while, Ken checked in with work after which he got back to work on the reports he had looked at in the morning.

He hadn't realized how long he had been working until his stomach growled. When he looked at the clock, it was just after three in the afternoon. For whatever reason, he remembered he had forgotten to do something and made a quick call before going to the kitchen for a late lunch.

"Kate," he called down the hallway, "if you want lunch, come out." Ken pulled out lunch meat and made himself a sandwich as well as grabbing a bag of chips and settled in. Kate appeared moments later wearing the new clothes she had picked out. Just a pair of shorts and a tee shirt but now that she was cleaned up, her true age began to show through. Ken could see she did have some curves and what appeared to be a nice pair of breasts beneath her shirt. Her legs, previously hidden beneath her pants, were slim but had that young, athletic tone to them. For the briefest of moments, he wished he were significantly younger before pushing the thoughts from his head.


Stupid Ch. 01



"We have to go out again in about an hour," he said matter of factly after looking her over. "Ok?"

"Sure," was all he got in reply. Kate made her own sandwich, grabbed a handful of chips and poured herself a glass of water before stting across from Ken.

"You look better," Ken said.

"Thanks," Kate answered, biting into the sandwich.

The two didn't say another word while they ate lunch. When she finished, Kate put her dishes in the sink and went back to her room. Ken didn't know what to make of his guest. On one hand, he didn't want to be taken advantage of, paying for everything only to have her disappear during the night. On the other hand, he did notice subtle signs Kate was changing. While still reserved and independent, she did things that showed she had some manners such as asking if she could purchase more clothes and putting her dishes away. He made a decision that if by Monday things hadn't changed much, he would call one of the homes and ask for their assistance. In the meantime, he returned to his office to continue working on the report.

He was startled when there was a rapping on the doorframe to his office. Turning, he saw Kate standing there. He was at a loss as to what she was doing until he glanced at the clock and saw it was just over an hour since they had lunch. He realized Kate had not forgotten about them going out while he had become absorbed in his work. Without a word, he left his office, Kate following behind, and the two got back into his car.

As he pulled into the parking lot of his doctor, Kate looked at him but said nothing. Together they walked to the desk where Ken let the receptionist know of his arrival before waiting their turn. A short time later an assistant called out their names and they were escorted to a room where they again waited.

"Hi Ken, glad to see you again. Everything ok?" the doctor said as he entered the room.

"Sure Bill, no problems," Ken replied as he got up. Quietly he talked to Bill and explained what he wanted to have done and the reason.

"Not a problem Ken. I should be done in twenty to thirty minutes. Let me get a nurse to help me."

"I'm clean," Kate said as soon as the doctor had left the room and closed the door.

"That's not what I'm worried about," Ken replied. "Look, this is where I get to play the part of the evil adult. Who knows what you've been exposed to. I'm just being cautious for your own good. Ok?"

"Fine," Kate said, dejectedly looking down at the floor afterwards.

The doctor came back with a nurse in tow and asked Ken to leave the room. Ken did as he was asked and went to the waiting room. Thirty minutes later Kate was at his side, a small bandage in the crook of her arm evidence of the blood that had been drawn. Ken went to pay the bill and asked if he could be called when the results were in. The receptionist looked at the sheet and told him they should have results no later than noon the next day.

The ride home was uneventful and quiet. Ken wanted to apologize again for having put Kate through the examination but he figured if she didn't bring up the subject, neither would he.

Kate went straight to her room and didn't come out until Ken told her supper would be ready in half an hour. Kate came out and stood beside him as he cut broccoli for that night's meal; penne with chicken and broccoli.

"Can I?" Kate asked, extending her hand.

Without a word, Ken handed her the paring knife, stepped back and watched as Kate efficiently separated the florets from the stalks. He wasn't sure what to make of this but didn't ask any questions. When the pasta had been boiling for ten minutes, Ken dumped the broccoli into the water to let it cook for the last few minutes. After making the sauce and draining the pasta and broccoli, he tossed all three parts together and mixed them thoroughly before filling their bowls.

Kate ate two bowls of the mix before excusing herself and returning to her room. Ken sat in silence for a time, letting his mind wander and his stomach digest the night's meal.

Knowing he wouldn't get any more work done that day, he knocked on Kate's door and let her know she was welcome to come out and watch tv with him. He settled into his wide chair, fired up his Tivo and skipped back to Tuesday's episode of House. The show was on for only a few minutes when Kate came into the room and sat down on the sofa, her knees tucked under the oversized tee shirt she was going to sleep in. She watched the show with wide eyes, chin resting on her knees, trying to follow what was going on.

"Can we go back to the mall tomorrow?" Kate asked at a slow point in the show.

Ken paused the show and looked at her.

"Any reason?"

"I'd like to pick up a few other things. You won't have to pay for it. I can take care of it."

"Really," Ken questioned. "You have money?"

"Yes. I have worked."

"Ok," Ken stated before returning to the show.

After the show was over, Ken told Kate he was going to bed but she could stay out and watch whatever she wanted. Almost as soon as she heard the door to Ken's room close, she started to cry, her tears running down her cheeks and soaking her shirt.

In the morning, Ken went through his usual routine of minor exercises, breakfast and then relaxation. Kate came in and managed to find cereal and juice without having to ask for help after which she got herself ready. They drove in silence, again, until they got to the mall where Kate informed Ken he didn't have to come in the store with her. She wouldn't be long.

Ken waited outside, looking at the other people in the mall and was surprised when Kate came out in less than five minutes with another pink and white bag.

"I need to make one other stop."

Without a word, Ken walked with Kate until they came to a shoe store and without being told, stood outside and waited for Kate's return. She came back with two boxes and told him she was done.

When they got home, Ken checked his answering machine and found the doctor's office had called. He returned the call and got the results of the battery of tests. Thanking the doctor, Ken called Kate and asked her to come out. Kate dutifully appeared and stood before him.

"Apparently you were right. You are clean. Congrats."

"Told you," Kate said. "Anything else?"

"No. Just thought you'd like to know."

"Thanks," Kate all but mumbled and went back to her room.

Ken shook his head before going to his office to continue his work. The rest of the day was uneventful. He made two calls to work for updates while Kate stayed in her room.

That evening, they finished off the previous night's meal during which Kate started talking.

"What do you do?" she asked him.

"I solve the world's problems."

"You're not doing a very good job," Kate quipped.

Ken chuckled. "Solving the problems is easy. It's getting people to follow your directions that's hard." Ken smiled after he said this but Kate didn't seem amused.

"I help people become more efficient," he continued. "I figure out where they can improve their service or their process and give them my results."

"So you listen to people tell you their problems all day?" Kate asked.

"No, not quite. Usually, people don't know they have a problem. They get in touch with the company I work for and ask them to see if they do have problems and how they can correct them. That's where I come in."

"Oh."

"What about you? You said you've worked which is why you have some money."

"Just places. Restaurants, diners, that sort of thing. Always in cash."

"I see," said Ken, letting the words drift off his lips.

There was an awkward silence after that comment in which neither knew how to proceed.

"Is there some place you'd like to go to tomorrow?", Ken finally asked.

Kate thought about it for a few moments before shrugging her shoulders.

"Ok then. I have a few ideas in case you change your mind."

With their discussion over, dinner was ended. Ken cleaned up while Kate turned on the tv and began flipping through the channels. He joined her and let her know he had some ice cream in the freezer if she wanted a late night snack. Kate merely nodded, her eyes not leaving the glowing screen.

Ken went to bed early, his mind still working on the report even as he fell asleep. Sometime later, he was awoken by the sound of his name being whispered.

"Ken"

He opened his eyes and turned his head towards the voice. The limited light of the moon filtering through the closed blinds didn't provide enough illumination for him to clearly see, but he saw Kate's outline in that hazy way one has when the light is low. He looked at the clock beside his bed and saw that it read almost one thirty in the morning.

"What's the matter?" he asked, not sure why her body was an indistinct black mass next to him.

"I," Kate stammered. "I just wanted to say thank you."

Ken could hear the emotion in her voice. "That's ok Kate."

"No, it's not," she poured out. "It's been so long since I've been with someone who cared about me and I know I haven't been the nicest person to you but really, I can't thank you enough and. . ."

"Whoa, hold on," Ken interrupted. "It's fine Kate. Really."

"I," she stammered again. "I just wanted to let you know how much it means to me."

Ken was startled when he felt something touch his hand before he realized it was Kate's small hand grabbing his. He gave her a reassuring squeeze after which she let go.

He vaguely saw Kate move accompanied by a slight swooshing sound and noticed he could see her more distinctly. His eyes had adjusted to the limited light in the room and he saw Kate had on a dark bra and panties but was otherwise nude.

"Kate, you don't know what you're doing," Ken said, trying to cut her off at the pass. He sat upright, his back against the headboard, the sheet and blanket at his waist.

"It's ok Ken. I want to," Kate said as she climbed into his bed, her legs straddling his.

"Kate. Stop. This isn't right."

"It's ok. I want to," again was her response as the warm fingers of her hands ran up his chest, across his shoulders and to his neck. He felt her shift her weight as she leaned into him, the smooth material of the bra coming into contact with his chest. 

"Kate, stop it," Ken protested even as his hands automatically swept down her back and over the slight curve of her hips.

"Please Ken," she implored, her lips a scant inch or two away from his.

Ken's pounding heart thundered in his head as this young woman sat in his lap, his dick growing by the moment despite his confusion. He shouldn't be allowing this, he shouldn't want this. He should stop this.

Shifting her weight onto her knees which were now next to his hips, Kate used her legs and feet to push the sheets down, exposing nearly all of him. During the warmer months Ken slept only in his underwear and now that slim piece of material, along with Kate's panty, was all that was separating the two of them. He could feel himself growing harder as the sensation of Kate's young, nubile body in his hands stirred feelings in him. His pulse raced at her touch as her hands held onto his shoulders.

Kate adjusted her position until she rested on his now engorged cock, feeling his heat between her legs. Slowly she moved up and down, the friction of the material of her panties stimulating her wetness. As she felt her own heat rising, she leaned in and deeply kissed Ken, tasting him, her hands now holding his head in position.

Ken responded without thought, his hands moving to her back and holding her tight as they kissed. His fingers danced over her soft skin, exploring every inch of her supple form until they trailed down her back to her firm ass where his fingers crept under the edge of her panties. Kate lifted herself and using one hand, pulled down Ken's underwear far enough that his now throbbing cock sprung free, his waistband caught below his swelling ball sack. She rubbed herself against Ken's exposed cock, the material of her panty dampening as she felt his contours between her legs.

A moment later, Ken used the fingers of his left hand to pull aside Kate's panties from between her legs while using his right hand to lift and balance her.

Shifting her weight one last time, Kate raised herself just far enough so her wet slit rode over the bulbous head of Ken's cock, the curve of her encased breasts grazing his lips before dropping onto his shaft with a shallow exhale. From that moment on, it was a sprint to the finish between the two of them.

Kate again kissed Ken as she used her legs to bounce in his lap, her tight, warm pussy wrapped firmly around his shaft. Her ass cheeks fit nearly perfectly in his hands and as she rose, he lifted. When she went back down, he gripped her and pulled her down. In short order, they had a ferocious rhythm going, each being driven on by the other.

"Uhhhhh," Kate moaned as Ken fucked her. Faster she went, her breasts, still contained by her bra, rubbing up and down his chest as her pussy pulled on his cock. Her head was now next to his, her mouth open and resting on his shoulder, her eyes screwed shut as she felt his hard cock slipping in and out of her. Each time she came down, Ken shoved his hips up to force himself into her as deep as he could.

Kate wrapped her arms about his neck and gripped him tight as she frantically rode his cock, her breathing ragged as she felt herself nearing the edge. Harder and harder she slammed her pussy into his lap, moans of pleasure now spewing forth from her open mouth.

Crying out as her orgasm shuddered through her body, Kate lost control as her body took over. Her hips rotated so her engorged clit now drug itself up and down Ken's dick as it plunged into her, sending more waves of ecstasy through her body.

Moments later, Ken let go with a stream of come that came from the depths of his soul as his body released itself. The intensity of his orgasm instinctively caused him to pull her tight to him, her plump breasts squashed against his chest. With her pinned in place, he drove himself repeatedly into Kate, the sound of his hips slamming into her thighs and their gasps for breath filling the room. Kate held him tighter, draining him of every drop he shot into her as the two clung to one another.

Quickly, the moment was over and the two ceased moving. Ken was propped up against the headboard with Kate now a limp mass in his arms, her body leaning on his. Their two chests heaved, drawing in air as the chemical rush in their bodies flowed through them. They lay as one for a time until both felt Ken going limp at which point Kate lifted herself, allowing Ken's dick to pop from inside her. She hung onto him for a few moments, enjoying the feel of his warm body beneath her, her lips kissing his shoulder and neck before raising her head and giving him another kiss. As she got off the bed, Ken saw her bend down and retrieve something off the floor and realized it was a black robe which was the reason he had not been able to clearly see her when she first appeared.

After she left his room, Ken let his body fall onto the bed where he lay exhausted. It wasn't long before he was out cold, the night's activity an unexpected way to fall asleep.



Stupid Ch. 02



Ken was awoken by the smell and sounds of food being prepared. After tossing on a pair of shorts and a shirt, he groggily made his way to the kitchen where he saw Kate doing her imitation of a chef. She wore more of her newly purchased clothes and seemed completely at ease as she oversaw the preparation of the morning meal.

Unsure as to what to say, Ken simply said, "Morning", and watched as Kate laid out the meal. She had cobbled together french toast and ham from the supplies in his refrigerator and laid it out with the panache of someone who had experience in such matters. Which of course she did, he reminded himself.

"I thought I'd surprise you this morning," Kate beamed when she saw him standing there.

Surprise last night would be more like it, Ken thought.

Taking his place at the table, Ken thanked Kate and waited for her to be seated before digging in. The french toast was soft but still firm enough that it had a good texture and the ham was equally well done. He didn't remember when he last had french toast and was happy that someone else had taken the time to make it.

Kate seemed much more upbeat compared to the last few days and she practically glowed while she ate her meal.

Pausing to eat, Ken tried to broach the subject of the elephant in the room.

"Kate, about last night. . ." he began, letting the words trail off.

"Look, I know what you're going to say," she replied, her words backed with supreme confidence, "but I knew what I was doing."

Ken looked at her, trying to take the measure of her. He only saw an attractive young woman who truly did know what she was doing and had no regrets. In reality, he should have pushed her away but knew that he too had known what he was doing.

"Kate, we should talk..."

"There's nothing to talk about," she abruptly cut him off. "I did what I did and that's that."

There was a pregnant pause as the two eyed each other across the table.

"So, do you want to take a day off and go somewhere?" he asked, realizing there would be no more discussion of the matter.

"What do you have in mind?"

"How about a trip to Philly?"

"Sure, sounds good!"

With very little small talk, the two finished breakfast and went their respective ways before meeting back in the kitchen to go on the trip. Kate wore a new pair of jeans and a shirt along with a pair of flats she had purchased at the shoe store. Ken again noticed the contours of her body beneath her clothes and how attractive she really was. That taut little ass he had held in his hands last night filled her jeans well and her shirt, while not low-cut, showed the curves of her young breasts.

They piled into his car and almost an hour later arrived at the Franklin Institute. They spent several hours wandering through the exhibits, exploring the history of the museum and at times, acting like kids as they used some of the hands-on displays. Kate had opened up more and was joking around with him, occasionally giving Ken a playful smack when he made one of his sarcastic comments.

Ken too was more at ease. He liked being with Kate, despite their age difference, and was completely relaxed around her. He even let out one or two off-color jokes which Kate gave him a faux look of astonishment at hearing the punchline. The two were having a good time together and the previous nights activity was completely forgotten.

After a quick bite at a local pizza shop, the two wandered down to the Rodin Museum. Kate had never seen so many sculptures in one location and her eyes darted from one to the next. She read the plaque which accompanied each piece before examining it in more detail. Sometimes, her nose practically bumped into the piece she was so close and was warned by the museum guard not to get to touch the item.

Ken, while interested in the pieces, was more interested in Kate. He watched as her child-like demeanor bounced from one piece to the next, her eyes wide with curiosity as she studied each in turn. Despite this, he couldn't stop thinking about her. Not her as a person, but her. As in her body. He remembered how she felt in his arms, how she sounded, how she moved.

Snapping out of his daydream, he looked around but didn't see Kate. He wandered from room to room before exiting to the garden. He found Kate sitting on a bench under a tree, watching the water cascade from the fountain into the reflecting pool.

"You wandered away," Ken said as he approached her, the loose pea gravel crunching under his feet.

"You looked lost in deep thought," Kate replied, looking at him and grinning.

Ken chuckled as he sat down beside her. "It happens when you get to be my age."

"Oh yeah, you're just ancient," Kate sarcastically retorted.

Both laughed at her comment before turning back to the reflecting pool. Ken felt something touch his hand and looking down, saw Kate's hand resting on his. He looked at her and she back at him.

"Thank you," she quietly said before removing her hand.

"No problem," Ken replied with a smile. He was tempted to give her a light kiss on the cheek but held back, unsure if that would send the wrong message.

The two sat for several minutes staring at the pool and its surroundings before they wandered back inside. The myriad of sculptures and castings began to blend as one as the two resumed their tour and eventually, Ken guided them back outside.

"You ready to head back?" he asked as they stood before the massive bronze casting of The Gates of Hell, "or do you want to look around some more?"

Kate's eyes wandered over the casting with its depictions of the human body expressed in both erotic and tormented poses. "I think I've seen enough for one day," she replied. "I'm not sure I could see any more. It's all so overwhelming." 

Retracing their steps to the parking garage, they arrived home with the sun just beginning to set behind the rolling hills, having had a back-and-forth conversation during their ride. As they went into the kitchen, Kate again thanked Ken and gave him a hug before she went to her room. Ken inwardly sighed and went to get a shower to take off the city grime.

Feeling refreshed after his shower, Ken turned his attention to dinner. He wasn't in the mood for making anything even though he was hungry. Deciding to splurge some more, he knocked on Kate's door which he found not to be fully closed. As the door opened inward, he heard the sound of water running in the shower and peeking his head around, saw Kate's outline through the shower curtain. He couldn't see her form clearly through the steam and moisture on the shower curtain, but he did notice the outline of her nude form moving from side to side as she cleaned herself.

He watched as her arms moved over her young body, as she bent over to wash her legs, as she stood under the shower and rinsed her hair. He remembered how she had felt in his arms the previous night and tried to imagine how she looked nude. He thought back to how her form melded with him, the sounds she made as they pleasured each other, her soft curves rubbing against him.

As his memories and imagination took over, he felt himself getting aroused and realized he shouldn't be there. Backing away, he closed the door to its former position and went to watch some tv.

He was only in the living room for fifteen minutes when he got up from his chair and went back to her room. He again knocked and was rewarded with her cheerful voice telling him to come in. When he opened the door, he found her sitting on the bed with a towel wrapped around her body and leaning over as she put lotion on her leg. Because of her hunched over position, the edge of the towel fell along her hip, exposing her trim leg, its shapely form mesmerizing Ken for a moment.

His eyes roamed over her nearly nude body. From the curve of her bare shoulders, down her delicate arm and back to her gracefully extended leg, he visually inhaled her alluring body. Her still damp hair clung to her cheeks and pointed to her supple lips, adding to her appeal.

Supple lips? What was he thinking?!

"How about we go out to dinner tonight?" he asked as he stared at her bare leg.

"Sure, where are we going?" Kate replied without looking up. "Do I need a new outfit?"

Ken laughed. "No, nothing that formal. Think a step or two above McDonald's."

"Oooh, be still my beating heart," Kate joked. "I see you're going all out tonight."

"What can I say," Ken shrugged, "I know how to show a lady a good time."

"I'll bet you do," Kate said as she turned her head towards him and gave him a knowing smile. Her damp hair framed her face, her smile seductive and tempting, her body so close yet so far from sight.

"Meet me in half an hour?"

"I'll be there," Kate replied, and shifted her body so she could apply lotion to her other leg.

With another look up and down her body, Ken left her to her own devices and got himself ready. He put on a pair of light tan pants matched with a polo-style baby-blue shirt and went to the kitchen to wait. Almost half an hour on the nose, Kate appeared wearing an above-the-knee pleated black skirt and a lightweight, short-sleeved white sweater with the top two buttons open. Ken wasn't sure if she looked adorable or elegant but either way, she was most definitely attractive.

"Boy, do I feel underdressed," he joked when she presented herself before him.

"You're fine," she reassured him. "In fact, you look dashingly handsome." Brushing something from his shirt, her hand rested on his chest for several seconds, her brown eyes staring into his as he looked at her.

Breaking the moment, Ken smiled and extended his arm to signal they should move on. They left his house and a short time later arrived at one of those out of the way diners that always serves good food and which the locals keep a closely guarded secret from tourists. They were seated at a booth along the wall which had a window so they could watch the traffic go by.

Their waitress was punctual and capable and their order was brought to them while still piping hot. The two tried a bit of each other's dinner and made small talk though that uneasy, awkward silence keep revealing itself. Both had dessert and by the time they left, each had had more than enough to eat. After paying the bill and leaving a tip, Ken took his time getting back home.

After Ken held the door open for her, Kate eased her seat back and reclined it a bit to make herself more comfortable before closing her eyes. After driving for a few minutes, Ken looked over at her recumbent form and saw between the opening of her sweater with the aid of the lights from a series of oncoming cars. He noticed the edge of a white bra covering her young breasts and had to pull his attention away to focus on the road. Moments later, he again looked at her and gazed at her exposed legs extending from under her skirt which rode high on her thighs.

He imagined reaching his hand out to touch her leg, its smooth skin so close and inviting. For a moment, he imagined her young body in his hands. How his fingers would find their way under her skirt, sliding them between her legs and...

Forcing the thoughts from his head, he drove with only the occasional car on the road keeping him company. As soon as the car was parked, Kate opened her eyes and sat up, apparently refreshed after her short nap. As before, she gave Ken a hug in the kitchen and thanked him, holding on to him longer than the previous time.

Ken hugged her back and gave her a squeeze. He felt her breasts pressing into him, her warmth seeping into his own body, a slight scent of berries in the air. He wanted to hold her longer but his sensibilities kicked in and he broke their contact. Looking into her eyes, he only smiled and walked away.

After changing into his usual shorts and t-shirt, he flopped onto the sofa, his body wedged into the corner while his feet were propped up on the coffee table with his arm stretched across the back of the sofa. He flipped through the channels trying to find something interesting to watch before finally settling on a show about ancient Rome.

A few minutes later he heard the light patter of bare feet on the kitchen floor and moments later Kate crossed his field of view now wearing an oversized t-shirt. As she stepped across his extended legs, she was backlit by the light of the television and for a brief moment Ken saw her body outlined inside the translucent shirt. He caught a glimpse of her spread legs and the gentle curve of her waist before she moved to the side and, as if it was the natural thing to do, curled up on the sofa next to him. She leaned into him, her head resting on his chest just below his shoulder with an arm laying across his body. He felt her nude breasts between them, their firmness and warmth a distraction he couldn't shake.

Ken was somewhat surprised at this but didn't comment. He figured if she was comfortable with this arrangement, so was he. She had grown on him these last few days and he didn't mind that the two had become closer. He returned his attention to the show and settled in for the evening.

As he watched the show, he must have started to doze off because his arm fell from its perch on the back of the sofa and landed on Kate's hip.

"Oops," he commented. "Sorry about that." He raised his arm to put it back in position when Kate caught his attention by looking up at him and smiling. "It's ok. I don't mind," she told him.

Ken smiled back and rather than removing his arm, let it stay where it landed. While he watched the show, his attention shifted to the sensation beneath his hand. Though resting on the t-shirt, he realized he couldn't feel that little bump that signified she was wearing anything underneath the shirt. He tried to surrepticiously move his fingers to verify this, but this only served to alert Kate.

"You ok?" she asked.

"Uh huh. My hand was falling asleep," he feigned.

"I hate when that happens," Kate remarked, her attention never wavering from the television. She shifted her position and snuggled even closer to Ken. The fingers of his hand now rested along the bottom edge of her shirt, her hip nearly exposed from beneath the edge of the material.

Ken glanced down and gazed at her exposed leg, his fingers a fraction of an inch from their smooth form.

Without thinking, he shifted his hand so his thumb went under the edge of the shirt while the rest of his hand lay on the junction of her hip and thigh. Her warm skin beneath his fingers was an enjoyable feeling and he let his hand relax on her leg.

A moment later Kate shifted her body, this time sliding a few inches away from him. In so doing, her shirt caught on Ken's hand, exposing her entire hip, the curved form of her ass and nearly her waist.

Ken glanced down and saw confirmation that she was nude beneath the shirt. His heart skipped a beat as this realization set in and in a gentlemanly gesture, gently pulled on the edge of the shirt to cover that which was exposed.

Kate lifted her head and looked at him.

"I don't mind Ken," she whispered, her words hanging in the air.

Ken looked into her eyes, his heart beating faster as the significance of her words set in. She didn't mind.

"Kate, I didn't mean..." Ken tried to respond but was cut short as Kate moved upwards and kissed him. Her soft lips met his, followed a moment later by her tongue diving into his mouth. Her hand reached across his body and searched about the end table until it found the remote control. Without breaking their embrace, she found the mute button and smashed it with her thumb. The two were now bathed in a flickering blue electronic glow with only the sounds of their bodies breaking the silence.

Without thought, his instincts took over and Ken responded to her. His tongue danced with hers, their mouths locked in a lovers embrace. Kate twisted her body such that she was kneeling on the sofa, her breasts meeting his chest, her arms now wrapped behind his neck and holding her to him. Ken's left hand went to her back and held her to him, her soft feminine form eliciting his male desires as their mouths sought one another.

His right hand, having fallen from her body as she moved, found its way to her calf where it slowly climbed its way up the back of her leg and under the edge of her shirt. Moving higher, collecting the shirt edge with his wrist, he traced his way over the tantalizing curves of her ass to the small of her back.

Kate sighed in his mouth as his warm hand teased her. Moments later, she released her arm from about his neck and slid it down his body to the growing bulge in his shorts.

Ken's heart lept as he felt her hand squeeze his cock and this snapped him back to the reality of the situation.

"Kate, stop," Ken directed, disengaging his mouth from hers, his voice saying one thing while his body said another. He tried to calm himself as Kate's body leaned forward, her head now resting on his chest. His dick grew harder by the moment at the touch and sight of this young woman, the fingers of her hand now reaching into the waistband of his shorts and pulling them down. His heart pounded as she exposed him, the purple head then the shaft coming into view as Kate's eyes now fixed on his swelling cock.

Ken's mind was having seizures trying to reconcile two completely opposing thoughts. On one hand, he knew this wasn't right. He was old enough to be her father. What happened last night was a one-time affair, merely the actions of a young woman who craved security and intimacy and his own failings to stop her.

On the other hand, his male libido urged him forward, to let things happen as they will. To have a young body at his disposal, one completely willing and without regrets to satisfy his carnal urges was an opportunity not to be denied. His heart raced, his throat becoming dry as Kate took hold of his stiffening dick in her warm hand and gently stroked him.

"I want you," Kate replied in a firm, quiet voice, the warmth of her breath now teasing his cock with its touch as she lowered her head. Leaning down, she lightly rubbed her cheek on his swelling head, his heart leaping in his chest at her touch. The softness of her skin and her hand wrapped about his shaft were all that was needed for Ken to submit to her.

Adjusting herself, Kate leaned her head over and took his cock into her mouth, her soft lips sliding over and down his shaft at a slow and steady pace. She savored the taste of him, his thick shaft filling her small mouth, the musky smell of his loins in the air. Several times she sucked his entire length, her silken tongue swirling around his knob when she got to the top before her warm, wet mouth closed about him and she slowly moved down his entire length.

Ken's heart thudded in his chest at her light touch, his hips lifting as she took him in her mouth. He breathed heavily as her hand methodically stroked him while her tongue danced between his legs.

In the moment Ken lifted his hips, Kate released her mouth from about his cock and used her hands to yank his shorts down to the floor, allowing his legs to open wide. Once done, she again took him into her mouth, her lips sealed tightly around him while her head moved rhythmically up and down. Switching hands, she reached down with her right hand to cup and lightly juggled his swelling sack. Ken moaned softly at her touch, his head leaning back on the couch as he let himself be taken by this young woman.

When Kate reached the top of his engorged head, she flicked the tip of his cock with her tongue while her hand held him in place. Ken squirmed at her fleeting touches, feeling as if he would explode at any moment until Kate stopped and squeezed him, a large drop of precum showing itself which she licked away. She then slid her mouth up and down the outside of his shaft a few times, her lips touching and kissing his skin with soft smacking sounds.




Stupid Ch. 02



Taking him again in her mouth, she moved her hand in unison with her sucking, remembering how he had felt inside her the night before. Adjusting herself, she arched her back while still bobbing her head in his lap. She took her time, not wanting to hurry, her lips feeling every bump and curve of his shaft.

Slowly she worked her way down. She had him almost completely in her mouth and held her head down for several seconds, relaxing her throat and letting Ken's cock slide its way as deep into her throat as she could before she started her slow trek up. Her tongue drug against the underside of his twitching cock the whole time, the pulsing of his veins on her lips making her grin as she withdrew the cock from her mouth with a smack of her lips.

Ken's right hand, having gone motionless on one of her alluring asscheeks, drug its way up her back, her young body revealing itself as he moved her shirt out of the way. When her back was fully exposed, he trailed his fingers down her spine and over her hips until they found their way between her cheeks. Reaching further down, his middle finger grazed her anal opening and lightly tickled her. Kate moaned as his tingling touch aroused her. 

Looking down, he watched her mouth flow over his shaft, her lips caressing him with every stroke. Slowly and deliberately her head bobbed in his lap, the slight roughness of her tongue providing a contrast to the soft, slick feel to her lips. Stronger and stronger Kate's motions became, her breathing increasing in intensity as she continued to pleasure him.

His hand moved back up her body, caressing her back until it rested between her shoulder blades. He gripped a shoulder and applied light pressure, letting her know not to stop. A moment later he twisted his arm under her body and cupped one of her pert breasts like a ripened apple, gently kneading it before pinching her erect nipple.

Kate let out a soft moan, her mouth opening momentarily before clamping back down on Ken's cock. She kept switching her concentration between what his hand was doing and what her mouth was doing, a throbbing in her pussy growing stronger the more she sucked Ken's dick and his hand twisted her nipples.

From deep inside, Ken groaned as Kate's mouth sucked hard on him, her tongue moving over every inch of his cock, her lips wrapped tightly about his shaft. The occasional sound of a wet slurp filled the air as Kate's mouth devoured him, the touch of her lips an otherworldly sensation.

Kate moaned in response, his groan of pleasure furthering her lustful desires. Faster her hand stroked his cock, her head bobbing up and down more quickly as she developed a rhythm, the saliva-coated shaft slipping easily between her pink lips. 

Ken's hips moved in time with her motions as he felt his release building. Harder he fucked her mouth, his dick slipping quickly between her lips, Kate backing off to prevent herself from gagging but never stopping to stroke his dick with her hand or suck with her mouth.

Thrusting his hips faster into her mouth, he felt the roiling inside his balls growing with each touch of her lips. There was no mistaking where this was going to end, and he let himself be taken away by this young woman who wanted to give him pleasure. Releasing his hand from her breast, he placed it on her back between her shoulders and held her in place.

With a guttural groan, he exploded into Kate's waiting mouth where she drank each stream without hesitation. Her head bounced in his lap as her hand jerked hard on his cock, forcing the luscious liquid down her throat. Over and over Ken drove himself into her mouth, each touch of her lips like a jolt of electricity to his body.

His hips hips began pumping more forcefully as he fucked her mouth, Kate's head moving in rhythm with his motions as she savored the decreasing streams spurting into her mouth.

Slowly, Ken tempered his pace. As Kate felt him going limp in her mouth, her hand did its best to drain him as her tongue licked him clean and she swallowed the last drops of his cum.

When Ken stopped moving, she ran her tongue around his limp dick a few times before rising unsteadily to her knees. In one smooth motion she removed her t-shirt and tossed it to the floor. Leaning forward, she rested her head on his heaving chest, her legs partially tucked under her as she caught her breath. Rubbing her hand up and down his body, she listened to the rapid beating of his heart, his chest rising and falling as he came down from his orgasmic high. Snuggling close, she wrapped one arm behind him while the other went across his body.

Ken lazily moved his arm to her side, feeling how warm her small, nude body was. He pulled her tight and kissed the top of her head, letting his lips rest in her hair for a moment. Closing his eyes, he relaxed with her in his arms, that familiar scent of berries filling the air.

They stayed locked in each other's arms for several minutes before Kate stirred and lifted her head to look at him. Her movement caused Ken to lift his head and they came face to face with one another, each staring into the other's eyes. Ken no longer thought about their age difference, or anything else, and leaned down until they kissed. He tasted himself mixed with Kate and pulled her tighter, Kate responding by sitting upright and crawling onto his lap. Sitting on his thighs and with her legs extending onto the sofa, she twisted her body and lifted his shirt over his head before tossing it on to the floor.

Ken's hand moved down her back, her soft skin beneath his fingers an exquisite delight to touch, until it rested on the small of her back. The graceful arch of her back flowed easily over her delicate waist to her firm ass where he gave her a gentle squeeze and was rewarded with a little squeak. His hand roamed over her rounded posterior, his fingers dipping into the crack between her cheeks, Kate again wiggling at his touch. He moved his other hand over her legs, following their smooth path to where they met her hip.

As he did, Kate leaned forward and kissed him lightly on his lips then lowered her head to his shoulder. His fingers traced up her body to her shoulder, then to her arm which he grasped and pulled from about his neck. Pulling it towards him, he kissed the palm of her hand before curling it between their bodies and wrapping his arm about her delicate form.

Moments later, Kate lifted her head and looked into his eyes. "I want you to taste me," she whispered before giving him another light kiss.

Ken took a moment to consider her request, but only a moment, before releasing her and allowing her to twist herself into position. As she propped herself on the pillow at the other end of the sofa, she gracefully extended her legs to their full length and spread them in anticipation, one foot on the floor with the other tucked into the gap between the back cushions. By the flickering light of the tv, she oozed sex. She had the look of a woman who invited men to satisfy her, who enjoyed the game of sex, who wanted to be taken.

Ken paused to run his hands up and down her legs, his hands effortlessly gliding over her sublime skin. Turning his index fingers over, he ran his nails lightly up each leg from her inner thighs to her ankles.

Kate squirmed as he teased her, her hands grabbing her thighs as she endured his actions. She raised her arms and stretched her hands to Ken, imploring him to come to her. Instead, Ken took her left leg, which was resting on the sofa back, in his hand and slowly laid light kisses on her ankle, down the curve of her calf and finally to the inside of her thigh. At a deliberate pace he moved in, her leg falling over his shoulder, until his lips touched the creamy skin of her inner thigh next to her tingling sex.

A small shiver ran through her body as she anticipated his touch. He could smell her desire and using his hands, parted her glistening lips to lap at her pink opening. Her sweetness filled his mouth, his tongue roaming every spot it could reach. He gently licked each of her lips in turn, Kate moaning as his tongue rekindled her desires.

He continued to taste Kate, listening to her every sound, feeling her quiver at his touch. Finding her pink nub, he flicked his tongue against it. Kate automatically flinched, letting out a sigh immediately afterwards. Ken ran his tongue slowly against her clit, letting the heat of his tongue warm her before quickly flicking it away. Kate again flinched, this time with a sharp gasp of breath.

Affixing his mouth to her pussy, Ken lightly sucked on her most private of parts, drawing her into his mouth. Kate's hand went to his head, her fingers grasping his hair and holding him down. Looking over the top of her muff of hair, he saw her playing with one breast, her nipple twisting between her fingers.

Reaching under her right leg with his arm, he hooked her leg behind the knee and lifted it until it too was over his shoulder. Kate crossed her ankles behind his head and let her knees fall apart as wide as they would go, using her heels to keep Ken's head down and in position while allowing him to partake of the exposed feast.

As Ken lightly suckled her pussy, Kate's lust grew. Letting out soft moans and delightfully feminine squeals, she twisted her body at his touch, her hands pulling and pinching her hard nipples trying to bring herself more fulfillment as Ken ate her. She held Ken's head down, pulling his mouth more firmly into her aching sex, the sounds of delightful ecstasy coming from her opened mouth. She felt her pulse rising by the moment as the touch of his roaming tongue and firm hands on her thighs carried her ever higher.

Her pulse wasn't the only thing rising. Ken was aroused by the sounds of her squeals and moans, his dick growing by the moment. Lust filled him as he tasted Kate and he alternated lightly licking some spots while applying more pressure to others.

She inched herself towards Ken, forcing his mouth more firmly against her pussy. Moving her hips in small circles, she tried to find his darting tongue and have it reach inside her.

Following her lead, Ken quickly yet lightly flicked her engorged clit with the tip of his tongue. He soon heard her gasping for breath, her hips moving more forcefully as her arousal blossomed. He held her thighs more tightly, his tongue a near blur as he furiously licked her wet pussy. Louder and sharper her breaths came, her body all but bouncing on the sofa. Ken sucked at her opening, pleasuring her as she had pleasured him.

"I want you," Kate blurted out while releasing her legs from behind Ken's head. She pulled on his head, willing herself to not let him continue.

"What," Ken asked, somewhat confused, the back of his hand wiping away her juice from his mouth.

Kate looked at him over her body, her legs again spread wide. "I want you again," she breathlessly replied, her breasts rising and falling in the glimmer of the room.

Without a second thought, Ken rose from the sofa and moved towards her on his knees. He looked down at her luscious form, her beauty revealed by the light of the television. His eyes drank in her sight, his male desires taking hold as his thoughts went back to the previous night's activities.

Kate again spread her legs as Ken leaned down to kiss her, her hands wrapping themselves behind his head as if to insure he wouldn't pull back. As they kissed, Ken positioned himself at her opening and gently slipped himself into her waiting embrace.

"Uhhh," Kate moaned as he pushed in, her pussy expanding as he filled her. She wiggled her body into a better position and pulled down on Ken's neck so she could again kiss him.

With no more encouragement needed, Ken wrapped his arms behind her and pulled her tight to him. Their mouths sought out each other as his hips moved back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of her at an unhurried pace as he savored the feeling of her tight pussy enveloping him.

Without warning, Kate tore her mouth from his and squeezed her arms about his neck as hard as she could. She whimpered in his ear, her body tensing for a moment before she cried out, her hips jerking as she came. Over and over she forced herself onto Ken's cock, her moans filling the air as Ken quickened his pace in an effort to satisfy her.

Slowly Kate's sounds died down to be replaced by her heavy breathing, her arms limply held behind his head, her body fully relaxed. Her eyes were closed as she gulped for air. A few moments later she began to giggle.

"What?" Ken asked, a smile crossing his face as he watched her.

"Nothing," Kate demurely replied, her eyes looking at him, a big grin on her lips.

Giving him a quick peck on the lips, she flopped back to the pillow and stared at him, that goofy smile still on her face.

"Ok, what's up with the smile?" Ken asked, practically laughing as he watched her.

"You feel good," Kate replied as she squeezed her vaginal muscles to clamp down on Ken's cock still buried inside her.

"I'm glad you approve."

"However..." she trailed off.

"However?"

"You're not done," Kate continued as she wiggled her hips to emphasize her point, "and I want more."

"I see..." Ken contemplated as he brushed her hair with a hand. Leaning down, he softly kissed her before hovering over her. "So what are we going to do about it?" he asked absentmindedly, knowing full well the response.

Kate took a moment before replying, "You know the term, 'Fuck like rabbits'?"

"I'm familiar with that term."

For her response, Kate raised an eyebrow at him and smiled.

Ken chuckled and kissed her again. "Then it's time for you to turn over so I can see that cute ass of yours."

"OK!" Kate all but shrieked and kissed him again. Giving him a moment to move off of her, she positioned herself so she was on her knees facing the back of the sofa, her hands placed on the top edge for support.

As Ken stood behind her, he admired her in this position. Her back had a graceful arch to it as she awaited his entry, her ass highlighted in the glow of the room, the curve from her waist to hips very appealing. Though she still had a few years to properly fill out, there was no doubt she would be a menace to the men she encountered.

Stepping forward, he ran a hand down her back, feeling the smooth skin beneath his fingers, Kate cooing at his touch. Almost cat-like, she dipped her back at his touch and turned her head to look at him and smiled.

Without further delay, Ken laid his hand on her hip before grabbing his dick and placing it at her wet opening. Bending his knees a bit to find the right position, he slipped inside her.

"Mmmm," he heard Kate groan, her head tilting back as he filled her. She pushed back against him until her ass met his hips, her back arched more than it was as she took all of him inside her.

Holding onto her waist with both hands, Ken again set out a slow and deliberate pace. After a few tentative moments, Kate started rocking herself back and forth at an ever increasing pace, just as she had done the previous night.

"Whoa!" Ken cautioned her. "Hold on there little lady."

Kate stopped moving and looked over her shoulder again. "Sorry. You just feel so good."

Ken chuckled and smiled back. "Be that as it may, we're taking our time tonight. Ok?"

Her face beaming with delight, Kate repositioned herself as she waited for Ken to begin fucking her again.

Slowly pushing himself into her as far as he could, he listened as Kate let out a soft exhale, her pussy walls dragging over him as he did. Over and over he entered her, Kate pushing herself towards him each time. He watched her from behind, listening to every moan, groan and whimper she made. 

Kate lowered her head as she gripped the sofa back. She moved her body back and forth in time with Ken's motions, his cock now sliding in and out of her at a steady pace. Her breaths came in short bursts, her heart beating faster with each moment she was taken.

Harder he fucked this young nymph, his hips slamming into her upturned ass, their breaths again filling the room. Her body tensed as he thrust himself into her, her body jerking at his treatment but she spread her legs even wider. Several times Ken roughly shoved himself into her, each time Kate responding with a girlish squeal.

Suddenly slowing his pace, Ken leaned forward and cupped her dangling breasts in his hands before pulling her up and towards him. He rested his knees on the edge of the sofa and allowed her body to impale itself onto his shaft, her ass now seated in his lap, her body practically melting against him, 

"Ahhhh," Kate exhaled as his cock embedded itself deeply inside her. Carefully he moved his hips up and down and in a few moments Kate had taken over and was rising and falling on her own. Her back rubbed against his chest, her hands covering his as she explored these new sensations. Ken leaned his head forward and nibbled on her neck, his fingers toying with her erect nipples. His breath sent shivers down her spine, eliciting another moan of pleasure from her parted lips.

They stayed lock in this position for several minutes, Ken laying kisses down her neck to her shoulder. He ran a hand down her stomach, across her small tuft of hair to between her legs where he felt himself entering her. Using the tip of his index finger, he lightly rubbed her rounded nub, Kate stiffening her back at his touch before relaxing and sitting down fully in his lap.

Removing his hand, Ken leaned slightly away from her and put his hands on her waist to steady her. Her knees were spread wide astride his and she sat down so far in his lap that she could go no further. He was inside her as far as he could go.

Kate moaned and held her position for several seconds, Ken's cock touching parts of her she didn't know existed. Her upturned face had a look of joy on it as she felt him inside her, her eyes closed as she savored every moment with him.

With his help, she rose up then sat back down, feeling Ken's cock sliding inside her each time. Again she sat up and back down, the friction of their bodies eliciting a small quiver between her legs.

Again she rose then sat down, this time immediately bouncing back up before dropping herself back down. Finding her rhythm, she drug her pussy up and down the Ken's cock several times, her hips rotating back until she found the perfect position.

She felt her sexual frenzy growing as she used Ken to fuck herself. Girlish moans crossed her lips as she rode him, her body bouncing harder and faster by the moment.

Ken watched her as she rose and fell, feeling the sensation of her young, tight pussy sucking on him. He easily slid in and out of her, his hands now lightly holding on to her thin waist to help support her.

Without warning, he gripped her tightly about the waist and stopped her from moving.

"What?!" Kate nearly screamed, her panting the only sound in the room. She tried to rise but Ken held her in place. She twisted her body so she could look at Ken, a look of confusion and pleading on her face.

Leaning in so he could give her a kiss, Ken wrapped his arms about her body and leaned forward to lower her body so her arms rested on the back of the sofa while her head rested on her forearms. Adjusting her legs, Kate took a few breaths of air and looked over her shoulder at him.

Taking a few moments to gather himself and giving her a smile, Ken grabbed her shoulders and began to fuck her in earnest. Quickly he rocked his hips back and forth, his dick repeatedly diving into her hot flesh, her walls sucking him in and caressing him with every stroke.

Kate shrieked as Ken's hard cock drove into her again and again, his hips stopping only when they came into contact with her ass now held high in the air. She tensed her body as he thrust himself into her, her body pinned between he and the sofa.




Stupid Ch. 02



"Uh ... uh ... uh ..." he heard her say in time to his plunging thrusts. Her head was raised, looking straight forward though he couldn't see if her eyes were closed, her hands gripping the sofa back in a death grip.

Ken gritted his teeth and growled as he tried to maintain his pace, driven on by her howls of delight. Their bodies moved in lockstep, his cock embedding itself as deep inside her as he could. His heart raced as his body took over and he thrust himself almost violently into her diminutive form, Kate's body jerking each time Ken battered her pussy. She responded by clenching him, her walls dragging against his shaft, wanting him to explode deep inside her.

"Oooohh goddddd!!!" Kate wailed as her second orgasm of the night crashed over her. She was jolted everytime his cock buried itself inside her, but she loved the feeling. Her body bucked as Ken plunged into her, tensing as the waves of her release shot through her. Throwing her head back, her throat let out a continual stream of moans as Ken repeatedly fucked her. The knuckles of her hands were white as she gripped the sofa, her eyes clenched shut as her sexual appetite was quenched.

Letting out a long growl, Ken furiously pumped his hips as he came, his body no longer his to control as his primal urges took hold. His thrusts pounded her hole with a ferocity that even he didn't know where it came from. Their voices filled the empty house, the sounds of their lust richocheting off the walls and filling their ears. They fed off one another, their bodies locked in an embrace from which few survive unscathed.

All too soon, the moment passed. Ken slowed then stopped and stayed in position, hovering over Kate's spent body, his hands merely resting on her shoulders. They panted as one, their glistening bodies now inexorably linked. Kate lowered her head to the back of the sofa, her legs quivering from exertion, and caught her breath while Ken stood behind her, his dick still embedded in her sopping pussy. Each was lost in their own thoughts until Ken withdrew from her.

Kate let out a disgruntled grumble and turned her head to face him, her lips pursed in a mock pout. Giving her delectable ass a light smack, Ken cleared a space on the rug and lay down. Moments later Kate turned off the tv before lying on the floor next to him.

She pressed her spent body against his, hearing his heartbeats in his chest, her leg thrown over his in an attempt to get as close to him as possible. Neither moved a muscle as the afterglow of their sexual session came over them, their worn out bodies recovering strength. Ken listlessly wrapped his arms around her, a hand trailing down her back to her hip. He was just as exhausted and spent as she was and the two fell asleep on the floor.

When he awoke, Kate was still nestled against him though she was limp in his arms as she slept soundly. Not wanting to disturb her, or the warm feeling of her in his arms, he contemplated what had taken place these last few days and realized how stupid he had been. Yes, he could have done more to stop what had happened, but did he really want to?

Again he went over the same thoughts he had yesterday: he was old enough to be her father yet she was willingly giving herself to him. Both were adults so was there anything wrong in what they had done?

Kate stirred and stretched out an arm before resting her chin on his chest and sleepily looking at him. She gave him a goofy smile and laid her head back on his chest, her fingers tracing patterns across his body. Playfully, she kissed then very gently nibbled on his nearest nipple before looking at him again.

Her dark chestnut hair was in disarray but that didn't diminish her appeal. Her face seemed to glow in the diffused light of the early morning sunlight seeping its way through the curtains. Her warm, firm breasts were sandwiched between the two of them while her leg was still thrown over his. 

Pulling her close to him, Ken let his hand wander over her back, across her hips and again to her firm ass. As if in response, Kate traced her hand across his body and down his stomach until it rested between his legs. Her small hand cupped his balls and gently massaged them, Ken's dick instinctively beginning to swell. Using just one finger, she lightly ran the tip up and down the growing length of his cock, Ken twitching when she tickled the underside of his head. As it grew in size, Kate wrapped her hand around Ken's cock and slowly stroked him.

"You are insatiable," he commented as he looked down at her.

Looking at him with an innocent smile, she purred, "Do you want me to stop?"

Ken returned the smile and gave her a hug before responding.

"I didn't say that. I merely thought that after last night, you'd have had enough for a while. That's all."

Kate didn't stop smoothly stroking Ken's dick, watching it change in her hand as it grew in size.

"I want to," she said quietly. "I like being with you. The way you make me feel."

Ken could hear the emotion in her voice, her words being forced out.

"Kate, we need to talk," Ken told her.

Looking at him, Kate removed her hand and rolled onto him, straddling his body. Ken felt the tingle of her mound of hair touching the top of his dick, the opening to her pussy uncomfortably close.

"Ok, what," she said after getting herself comfortable. She rested her crossed arms on his chest and laid her chin on her forearm.

Not knowing what else to do, Ken put his hands on her back and rubbed up and down, again marveling at the curves of her smooth skin.

"Kate, we need to have a discussion," he said firmly.

"And which discussion is that?" she asked, a finger absentmindedly tracing circles in his skin.

"THE talk," Ken emphasized.

"I already know about the birds and bees. Or would you like me to demonstrate again," she playfully teased. As if to emphasize her point, she slid her body down just far enough so the tip of Ken's cock was embedded between her soft pink lips. She wiggled her hips and let him slip into her a fraction of an inch.

Sighing, Ken knew he had to be the adult and do what had to be done, even though he knew it would hurt. He pulled her up several inches and looked at her.

"Kate, I like you. I really do. You're a great person to be with and the few days we've been together, though they started out rough, have been fun. But... "

He let that last word trail off, screwing up his fortitude for what was coming next.

"I know," Kate replied. She rested her cheek on her arm and closed her eyes. She held back her tears, not wanting him to see her cry.

Ken knew the end was near. No matter how much he didn't want to do it, he had to send her on her way. She knew it as well.

Holding her tight, he squeezed her hard, half-wishing she didn't have to leave but knowing it was for the best.

"Kate," he quietly said, waiting for her to face him. When she did, her eyes were red and she sniffled, her emotions at the breaking point.

"Is there someplace you can go? Family? Friends?"

Kate sniffled again, her eyes looking down as she thought.

"California," she croaked, using every ounce of strength not to cry. "I have relatives in California," at which point the tears came.

Ken held her, not letting her go as her pent up emotions poured out. Kate cried like never before, her tears coming in sheets, her body shaking almost uncontrollably. For several minutes she cried, alternating between shallow sobs and outright balling. It hurt Ken to see her like this and he too almost cried, but he kept reminding himself it had to be this way.

As Kate got herself under control, she snuggled closer to Ken, wrapping her arms about his neck and squeezing him tight. The two stayed that way for a time, enjoying each other's company.

"Why don't we get cleaned up, get something to eat and then we can talk some more. Ok?" Ken quietly said.

Kate merely nodded before she rolled off and knelt beside him. She waited for him to rise but Ken hesitated. He looked at her, how beautiful she was despite her watery eyes and disheartened look, her delicate features so inviting.

But she was also vulnerable in her state. Her shoulders were hunched and her head lowered, as if awaiting her punishment, her face framed by her dark hair. Her clasped hands were placed in the divide between her legs, her pert breasts exposed to him. Ken realized that at that moment, she was his, if he so chose. He could tell her to do anything and she would follow his command.

For the briefest of moments, a mere whisp of time, his desire to take her as he wished broke through his consciousness. In a series of flashing vignettes, he saw before his eyes the many acts he could perform on her, his mind imagining how she would howl as he ravaged her with abandonment.

The harkening light flowing through his window snapped him out of his dream and he stood, offering his hand which she took and rose beside him. Together, they walked through the kitchen towards their respective rooms. As she was about to go her way and was in the process of releasing her hand, Ken gripped her hand tight and guided her towards his room. Startled, Kate followed behind, wiping away another tear.

Ken took her to his bathroom and ran the shower until it was warm, his hand holding hers the whole time. As they waited, Ken held her in his arms, not saying a word. Kate's arms were folded against him, letting him protect her.

As the steam rose, he led her into the shower and let her stand under the flowing water as he pulled out another washcloth and towel from the closet. Joining her, he stood in the back and watched as she stood with her back to shower, the water cascading over her nude form. He let her wash away her sorrow for a time before stepping close to her and sticking the washcloth under the running water.

Opening her eyes, she looked up at him and wrapped her arms around him, knowing this would probably be the last time she would feel him next to her.

Ken soaped up the cloth and carefully switched positions so she was at the back of the shower facing the wall. Restricting the flow of water to a trickle, he positioned Kate against the back wall and tenderly began to wash her from head to toe. Starting with her shoulders, he worked his way down her exquisite back, across her hips and around the curves of her youthful ass. Continuing further, he scrubbed her lean legs then turned her around to face him. The look on her face was a mix of joy and sorrow and he felt sorry for her, but reminded himself this course of action was for the best.

Starting again at her shoulders, he worked his way across her luscious breasts, watching as each bounced back into place as he moved the slick cloth over them. Working his way down, he scrubbed her torso and hips before stopping to kneel before her. As he came to her shorn mound, he leaned in and gave it a lingering kiss, Kate gently resting a hand on his head for support, before he continued. He put one hand behind her to steady her and finished the job so her body was covered in a soapy film.

She looked at him when he was done and forced a smile. Taking a step forward to rinse, Ken stopped her. Using the same cloth, he soaped up his front before taking her in his arms and held her. Instead of simply standing there, he moved his body around, the soap providing a slippery surface between their two bodies. He heard Kate giggle as he did this and she put her arms around him and gave him a hug.

Looking up at him with that girlish smile, Ken gave her a quick kiss and switched positions to let her rinse off. Though he had seen her nude for most of the night, he still oggled her trim form as she moved this way and that to clean herself of the soap. He watched as she unconsciously raised each leg in turn in that sensuous, feminine manner that women did, her pointed toes giving the illusion of added length. She saw him looking at her and faced the wall. Raising her hands to shoulder height, she placed them on the wall and looked over her shoulder at him. Batting her eyes, she gave him a knowing smile.

Ken chuckled before quickly rinsing himself and standing behind Kate. He wrapped his arms under her arms and as the night before, cupped her wet breasts in his hands. Leaning back into him, she covered his hands with her own, holding them tight, feeling the bulge of his cock against her body. The two stood there, the water beating on their bodies, neither wanting to let go until Ken broke their embrace.

He let Kate finish getting herself cleaned and then did the same. While washing his hair, he felt Kate standing behind him, her breasts pressing into his back, then a small, warm hand grab his dick and fondle him. He didn't stop her but continued rinsing. When done, he turned towards her and gave her a kiss.

"Let's get dried off," he said to which she merely nodded.

Turning off the water, he reached around the shower curtain and handed her a towel before getting his own. He tossed his over his shoulder and helped her dry herself by squeezing her hair between the folds of the towel and drying her back. When he was done, she dried the rest of her body and legs before wrapping the towel about her body and stepped out of the shower. As she began to walk away, Ken called out.

"Don't go anywhere," as he dried himself.

"What?" she asked, confused at his comment.

Ken continued to run the towel over his body until he was sufficiently dry at which point he stepped from the shower and took Kate's hand. Still confused, Kate stutter-stepped behind, a hand holding the towel around her body. As soon as they stepped into his bedroom, Ken released his grip and turned towards her. She stood there, waiting for him to tell her what to do.

Ken reached out and in one quick motion, grabbed the towel around her body, pulled it from her grip and tossed it to the side. Kate didn't protest but looked confused. Stepping to her side, Ken bent down and deftly picked her up in his arms. Walking towards his bed, Kate wrapped her arms about his neck for support while looking at him.

"Just one more for the road," he said, grinning from ear to ear.