0 comments/ 8362 views/ 3 favorites Lost and Found Ch. 02 By: madengineer3 This story is pure fiction. Any similarities in names and places are purely coincidental. The story starts in the late 1950s. I want to thank MiliktheRed for editing this story! * My wife, Yvonne, and I had been married for over a year when our first big challenge came along. Don't get me wrong, we had had minor disagreements just like any couple. Our challenge came from the fact that Yvonne has a big heart. She truly cares about people. It all started one evening in late October. The phone rang, and I answered it. On the other end of the line was a woman's voice that I didn't recognize. She sounded like she was in a panic. The woman asked: "Hello, is this the number for Yvonne Noire?, " "Yes, it is, but she is now Yvonne Mohr. Let me get her for you." Yvonne picked up the phone in the study and I hung up the extension in the living room. Ten minutes later, Yvonne came into the living room with a very concerned look on her face. "I've got a problem. Well, it isn't actually my problem but in my heart it seems like my problem. We need to talk right now, Okay?" "Of course, if it's important to you it is obviously high on my concern list. Let's have it." "Back before I met you I had a friend named Sue Thompson. She did the same kind of work I did. She was into it because she had no true job skills and had been tossed out of her parents home before getting through high school. She's in real trouble right now." "O.K., what is the trouble and how can we help her?" "Two weeks ago she had a bad customer. He raped her and beat her severely. She received multiple fractures of ribs and a compound fracture of one leg. The hospital discharged her, but in the meantime her landlord cleaned her stuff out of her apartment and has re-rented it. Now she has the flu as well as her injuries. On top of that she has no place to go. I would like to offer her a room here. The problem is, she's only eight years older than our daughter. Our friends might not think it was proper. What should we do?" "What we do is what you know in your heart we should do. We help her. Where is she so that we can go get her?" "She went to the local police station and asked to phone from there. She said that at least she felt safe there." "Did she leave you with a phone number?" "Yes." "Call her and tell her we will be there within forty-five minutes." Yvonne came over to me and gave me a big hug and kiss. "I love you, Jeff. You have a good heart." "So do you. Let's go." Thirty minutes later we were at the police station. We went to the desk sergeant and asked him where we could find Sue Thompson. The sergeant looked us over carefully and asked us for identification. I showed him my driver's license and asked, "Is there something wrong?" "Not at this instant. We know that Sue was badly beaten and her attacker is still on the loose. I just wanted to make sure who it was who was looking for her. She doesn't need any more trouble than she already has." Yvonne spoke up, "Thank you sergeant. It's good to know that you are looking out for her. Can we see her now?" The sergeant had one of the patrolmen in the room take us back to the police station's "break room". There was Sue, in a ragged old coat and looking like a very hurt young woman. "Hi Sue, this is my husband Jeff. He'll bring our car around to the front door so that you won't have to walk too far. " Sue nodded her head but seemed to be too tired, or too ill, to talk. I went and verified with the desk sergeant that I could temporarily pull my car out front to take on our passenger, and then went to get the car. Ten minutes later we were all in the car. Yvonne asked Sue "Do you have any prescriptions that you need to take." "Yes, but I can't afford to buy them." I didn't even need to be told to head for the pharmacy. Twenty minutes, and two hundred twenty dollars later, we were driving to our house When we got there, I drove the car into the garage. That's when the next obstacle reared it's ugly head. "With those breaks, I don't know if she can handle the steps up into the house. What would you suggest, Jeff?" "Well, I could carry her in, or we could carry her in together. Which is best?" "You carry her, with only one carrying her it's less likely that she will be dropped." "Sue, you can trust Jeff. He is going to carry you into the house. He is a gentle man as well as being a gentleman. You have nothing to fear from him." Sue looked nervous, but didn't fight when I lifted her up and carried her up into the house. "Let's get you out of your coat, Sue. Then we'll get you something to drink to take your medicine. Jeff, please go to the guest room you had me use and make sure that it is warm in there. I think that heating zone has been set on low for the last couple of weeks." I helped Sue sit down at the kitchen table and then checked the guest room. Then I returned to the kitchen. When I did I got a good chance to look at Sue's physical condition. She had a bandage on her head, and both arms. I later found out that they were covering deep lacerations. She had a cast that started at her mid foot and disappeared up under her dress. Her face was black and blue, her hands and arms looked badly banged up. She looked a mess. Yvonne came over to the table with the bag from the pharmacy and a large glass of orange juice. "Let's get you started on these meds Sue. We'll start with the antibiotics." Eight pills later Yvonne sat down at the table with her old friend. "Can I make a drink for anyone?" In a weak voice Sue asked: "Can I have a cup of tea?" "Of course you can. What type would you like?" "If you have it I'd love a cup of Darjeeling or Constant Comment tea." "We have both. Do you have a preference?" "Darjeeling please." Eight minutes later we all had cups of tea in front of us. It suddenly dawned on me that I needed to ask a question. "When was your last meal, Sue?" "Last evening." "What would you like to eat?" "I'm not fussy, I'm just hungry." "Well, we had beef and vegetables in gravy over rice with a side of broccoli with cheese sauce for dinner. There's at least a serving and a half left. Would that do?" "Yes, please." Yvonne talked with Sue while I got the food from the refrigerator and microwaved it. While it was getting hot, I brought over a cloth napkin and silverware for Sue. When it was all hot I brought a plate with the food over to her. She ate it all in very short order. "Would you like some more?" "Yes, if it's okay." Yvonne spoke up. "Of course it's okay. For the next few weeks you are our guest. If you need something, just let one of us know and we will try to get it for you. By the way, your room has its own bathroom and there is a lock on the inside of the door. However, I can assure you that you need not fear anything from either of us." The rest of the heated food was put on her plate, and disappeared in short order. "Sue, let's go down to your room. That pain medication will kick in pretty soon and you want to be ready to sleep when it does. There are clothes in the closet that may well fit you. Also, let us know if there is anything that you need help with." "You're too kind, Yvonne. Why are you going out of your way to help me this way?" "Sue, you're only a few years older than our daughter. I've known you for about ten years and I like you. And, you are in trouble and need help. Those are the major reasons we're helping you. On top of that our faith teaches us to help those who need help. Now, let's go to your room." As we walked to the guest room we could both see that Sue was in awe of the house. As we entered the room she would use she almost lost it: "I've never seen a place like this before, except in magazines. This is beautiful. Am I dreaming?" "No, Sue, you aren't dreaming. Now, what do you prefer to sleep in? We have nightgowns and pajamas. I'll get you a robe and slippers from the closet. These belonged to Jeff's mother. " "I normally don't sleep in anything. I would love to take a bath but don't know how I can arrange it. I'm not even sure I can get into a tub and out of it again. I'm not supposed to get the cast or bandages wet." "Well, if you wish I, or Jeff and I, could give you a sponge bath. He's strong enough to help you move with that cast and he will leave the room anytime you are exposed. Would that work?" "Yes, but I'm nervous about having a man near me while I am almost naked. The beating is still too recent for me." "I understand, Sue. I will leave the sponge bath to Yvonne. Tomorrow I'm going to try to get our family doctor out here to give you a good physical. You'll like her, she's a really good person." "Your doctor is a woman?" "Yes, and she is an excellent doctor." I left the room and let Yvonne help Sue get cleaned up. It was forty minutes later when she came out. "Her lights are off and she's asleep. It looks like that pain medication really carries a punch. I'm worried about how she looks. There's something else wrong, but I can't put a finger on it." "I'll call the doc and ask her to make a special house call tomorrow morning, early." We have had the doctor and her husband over for dinner several times. As a personal favor she agreed to come out and take a good look at Sue. "She'll drop by early tomorrow morning. She thought it might be best to see her ASAP when I mentioned your concern." We sat down in the living room and snuggled together on the couch. "What kind of a person does that kind of thing to a woman? It makes no sense." "Well, Jeff, the average prostitute normally does not have gentlemen for clients. Some people see prostitutes as perfectly fair game. They figure that neither the police, nor society, will care much if they are hurt. Of course they are wrong. Almost any decent police person will be just as concerned about a prostitute being abused as any other woman. After all the abuser may well be ready to move on to picking on 'more respectable' victims." "I love you, wife of mine. Let's go to bed and enjoy each other in a more physical way." Sex that night was wonderful. We started out in the whirlpool bath and then moved onto the bed. As usual, we started out our lovemaking with a nice session of sixty-nine. Yvonne is unbelievably talented in that way. After sixty-nine we decided for cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, and doggie as the next stages. I love to watch Yvonne's beautiful breasts swaying as she gets it on. I'm physically at the point where I may be able to ejaculate once in an evening, but we try to time things so that she gets multiple orgasms before I have mine. That way we both are satisfied. Afterwards, there is nothing like falling asleep with the one you love in your arms. Before we fell asleep I set the alarm for five a.m.. Tomorrow was a Saturday and I had no classes to teach but the doctor would be dropping by early. Our doctor, Janet Wolfe arrived at six a.m. I had coffee and coffee-cake ready for her. As she had her cup of coffee Yvonne filled Janet in on Sue's past. "Has she been tested for STDs?" "I don't know. You might want to draw some blood for blood work." "I figured I might need to do that." Finishing her coffee, Janet said "Well, let's go see our patient." We led Janet to the guest room and Yvonne took her into the room. I stayed in the living room. We weren't sure if Sue would be 'decent' or not and didn't want to embarrass her. It was twenty minutes later that they came back out of the room. "You have a good eye, Yvonne. She is sicker than she realizes. My bet, at this point, is that she has at least a severe yeast infection and possibly hepatitis. She also shows signs of having some fluid in her lungs. I drew some samples and will get the lab on them stat. When you expressed your concerns, I brought blood sample tubes out with me, just in case. I'll let you know the results. I'm dropping the vials off at the hospital lab on the way into work. I may know the gory details this afternoon." "Thanks Janet. Have them send us the bill." "I'll do that, and thanks for the coffee." "Janet, we have a little thank you gift for coming out here on such short notice." Saying that I handed her an envelope. "Open it when you get to your office. Drive safely Janet." And she was gone. ********************* It was two in the afternoon when Janet was at our door. "What brings you out here, Janet." "Two things, your little gift was in four figures. Thank you. And, I've got the test results and need to administer some medicine ASAP." "What's the problem?" "Sue doesn't have the flu. She has bacterial pneumonia. The anti-biotic that the hospital prescribed isn't the right one. I brought a very potent antibiotic with me and want to give it to her right now. I'm planning on staying for about four hours to make sure she doesn't have an allergic reaction to it. On top of that I have a heavy dose of medicine to fight the vaginal yeast infection that she has." By this time, Sue had barely eaten breakfast and didn't want lunch. Her appetite was nowhere as good as it had been the previous night. The doctor gave her the medicines and checked on her about every ten minutes for the first hour. After that, she checked every half hour. By five that evening Janet was comfortable in leaving. "Would you like to join us for dinner?" "Some other time, perhaps. I'm joining my husband in going to a banquet thrown by the humanities department at the college. As the chair of that department he is expected to be there. Thank you anyway. Don't forget the list of instructions I left on your kitchen table. If any of the warning signs it describes show up, call 911 and get her to the hospital with the note to tell them what to do." With that our doctor left. We went into Sue's room to ask her what she would like for supper. "I'm not really hungry." "Well, you should eat something. How about a milkshake?" Sue smiled at that suggestion. "Do you have strawberry?" I replied "Yup! one strawberry milkshake coming up." and headed for the kitchen. "Yvonne, you have a wonderful man there. Where did you meet him?" "In tenth grade homeroom. He was new to the school and I introduced myself." "What does he do?" "He's the professor of physics at the college. I met him through my daughter." "Wow, I've heard that physics is a tough course." "You don't know the half of it. As I understand it, if you study any form of engineering, chemistry, geology, or meteorology you will end up with physics. I've glanced at some of the exams that his students have had to take and can't even understand the questions much less know how to solve them." "Yvonne, what will happen if my attacker finds me. I'm the only witness who can identify him by sight." "I wouldn't worry about that. We are out in 'the sticks' here. Have you ever handled a gun?" "I was pretty good with a .22 rifle when I was a kid." "I can bring you a .22 rifle if it would make you feel safer. We also have a professional alarm system installed in the house." "I'd feel better with the rifle on hand." "Okay, but don't put the loaded magazine into it unless you have to use it." Yvonne brought her a Mossberg semi-automatic rifle and a full nine shot magazine. Sue immediately recognized it. "This is the same as the first rifle I ever used." "Good, here is the magazine. It has nine hollow point .22 caliber long rifle cartridges in it. Please, do not put the magazine in it unless you need to use it." "Don't worry! That is the second rule I was taught. The first rule was never to aim it at any living thing you didn't plan on killing." It was then that I delivered the strawberry milkshake to Sue. "If you want more, just let us know. Now, I'll get out of here so you two ladies can talk." "Yvonne, I can't tell you how much I appreciate what you are doing for me. Not only are you treating me like your own daughter, your husband is treating me like a lady. Does he know what I did for a living?" "Yes, he knows. However, he also knows that the human condition, since the fall, has been one of sin, misunderstanding, and mistakes. As one of my favorite passages says, 'For there is no distinction; since all have sinned and all fall short of the glory of God, they are justified by his grace as a gift, through the redemption which is in Jesus Christ.' " "Oh, I know about Christians! The man who beat me up said that he was a Christian and he was trying to teach a sinner a lesson." "No person, who would treat another person like this, is a Christian! I suspect that you have never knowingly met real Christians. When you are better I'll explain that. For right now, you should finish off the milkshake and get some sleep." "Okay, mom. I hope you don't mind me calling you that. It is a comforting thing to me." "It's fine, Sue. Now, get some sleep." When Yvonne came out to the kitchen we sat and talked. She filled me in on Sue's thoughts about Christianity. "Yvonne, if you think back you may remember you had some of those ideas as well. What she needs, for understanding, is to see real Christians in action. We need to pray for her eyes to be opened to the wonderful gift God has given us." We prayed and then decided to do a bit of reading before going to bed. We had other things to do once we got to bed! ***************** About a week after Sue started the antibiotics she was feeling much better. She still needed to recuperate from her pneumonia and beating, but she was obviously on the mend. It was then that she started to be bored. Having been thrown out of her house by her parents when she was fourteen, her education was less than adequate. We decided to talk to her about her education. That evening, at dinner, Yvonne opened the discussion. "Sue, what grade were you in when you were kicked out of your parent's house?" "Ninth, why?" "Have you done any type of school work since then?" "No, why are you asking me these things?" I could see the concerned look on Sue's face. "Sue, if you are going to have a future where you are not going to get beaten again, you need to find another line of work. To get that line of work, you need at least a high school diploma. We want to find out if you would be willing to stay with us, at no cost to you, while finishing your g.e.d. (general equivalent diploma)." "Why would you want to do that for me? People don't go out of their way to help strangers." "Sue, you've been a friend of Yvonne's for several years. I have grown to like you, like another daughter, and am very concerned about your future. We want to give you a chance at a good life. Will you accept our offer? We can assure you that there are no strings attached." "I would like to take you up on that offer. But there are some practical things in the way." Yvonne asked: "For example?" "First of all, I don't want to feel like a burden on you. I would want to do something to help out around here." "Okay, that's one thing. What's the other?" "I'd feel better telling Yvonne this problem, alone. Would you go in the other room while I tell her?" "Of course. Let me know when it is safe to come back in." With that I got up and went into my den. When the ladies heard my den door shut, Sue started to talk. "Yvonne, you know I've been doing 'tricks' for years. Beside earning money to live, it often also helped me get rid of sexual tension. I don't know how long I can go without some form of sexual relief. As it is now, I've been a week without being able to get off. I'm going nuts, out of frustration." Yvonne sat contemplating that comment for a moment. "Have I embarrassed you by telling you that?" "No, Sue, I'm working on a solution. Let me ask you a pointed question. Do you masturbate?" Lost and Found Ch. 02 Sue blushed and hesitated a moment before answering. "Yes. But simple manipulation by my own hand is not enough to give me the satisfaction I want and need." "Sue, what would you say if I told you I could provide something that is far better than your own hand?" Sue looked surprised. "I've always thought that Christians thought masturbation was a deadly sin of some sort." "I can assure you that not all Christians feel that way. Have you ever heard of a sort of dildo that has a vibrator in it?" "Yeah, I've heard of them. But, I've always been told that they are expensive." "Well, for times I need release and Jeff isn't here I've been using one for several months. With the use of a condom it can be perfectly well used by any number of people, one at a time of course. Sometimes, I love to use it while having Jeff kissing and fondling me. After all, sex was invented by God Himself. As long as we are not using our sexual relief to imagine cheating with someone else, there is nothing inherently wrong with it. Do you think you could survive with that?" "I guess so, but it doesn't provide the intimate emotional contact I feel I need. I need something like we used to do when we were both emotionally lonely, or what a boyfriend could provide. You remember our fun with sixty-nine. I'm sure that that's off limits for you." "Just to show you how wrong you have been about Christians I want to get Jeff back in here. Is that okay?" "I suppose so." I went to the den and asked Jeff to come into the kitchen. Jeff arrived in the kitchen. "I'm back. Yvonne said that she needed to discuss something with the three of us together. What is the question?" Yvonne took the lead. "Sue has shared with me the fact that she is sexually frustrated. After all, she is used to getting daily doses of sex for several years. I told her about our sex toys and she indicated that they could help, but that she would miss the actual physical presence of another caring person. Jeff, you remember that I told you that, before I met you, when I was sexually stressed I would occasionally go at it with another woman. Sue was that woman. I don't want to break our exclusive sexual relationship, but I know she needs the close physical attention of someone she trusts. Would you object to my manually masturbating her?" "Well, there are two considerations here. One is the question of STD's. Our doctor, Janet Wolfe, told us Sue didn't have hepatitis or any other STD's. What she thought was hepatitis was a liver inflammation caused by the stress of double pneumonia. So, that question is off the table. Now, question two is harder. It is my personal belief that such a solution would be acceptable if it was acceptable to Yvonne. It's her decision. Purely manual stimulation isn't truly having sex with another person. Based upon that belief; I won't stand in the way." Yvonne got up and kissed me, deeply. "I'm so glad that you are my husband. I don't want to do anything that will harm our relationship. With your blessing, I think I can manually help Sue with her problem while she is here. I'm not going to do oral sex, but manual stimulation can take the edge off her problem." We were all in the living room as bedtime approached. Yvonne started off with a suggestion. "Jeff, I need to give Sue her sponge bath before bed. If you agree, I'll help relieve her tension at the same time. When we're finished you and I can take our bath and go to bed. Is that okay?" I nodded yes. Yvonne helped Sue into her room. A moment later she emerged from Sue's room and went to our room. About four minutes later she came out carrying some of our toys. She grinned and said: "I love you honey! I also care very much for Sue's mental and emotional stability. I think I can provide that without putting any stress on our relationship. Do you still feel that doing this is okay?" I responded: "Help her, sweetheart. We'll have our fun later." What happened next will be found in chapter three. Lost and Found Ch. 02 I stopped by Steve's garage the next day; Kasey's car was sitting out back. I walked in, saw his rolling tool box and walked over to him. He looked up and straightened as I clapped him on the back. "Had a chance to look at it yet?" I asked. He nodded, grabbing a rag for his hands. "Come here," he said, nodding toward the parking lot. "I want to show you something." I followed him out to her car and watched as he popped the hood. "So what was the problem?" I asked. "This." Steve leaned forward and grabbed hold of a wire, following it down past the block to where it disappeared from sight. "It was loose." "But I checked all the connections." He leaned against the front bumper. "I'll bet you didn't check that. Nobody checks that for being loose. Because it never is. It's always something up here. That..." he pointed back under the hood, "was intentional." "You think so?" He nodded. "Granted, it was somebody who knew what they were doing. You don't just loosen that randomly. But there were tool marks. Fresh ones. Probably loosened it... I dunno... half hour, hour before you called me. Based on where we towed it from." "Hmmm. So, what do I owe you?" "Naaah. Don't worry about it," he said, shutting the hood. "I was impressed with how clean the engine is. So, this car belongs to a girl at the school here?" I nodded. "Friend of yours?" "I met her last night coming out of the bookstore. She needed help, so I helped her." Steve nodded. "Well, tell her to be careful and keep an eye out for anybody messing with her car." He handed me the key and I waited for time to come to call Kasey. I waited until a few minutes after four-thirty before calling Kasey. We arranged for me to pick her up around five-thirty. She told me she'd meet me out front. When I got there, she wasn't downstairs yet, so I parked across the street and waited for her. A couple of minutes later, a girl came down the steps, tossed her brunette hair side to side looking both ways, and then she crossed the street headed right for me. "You're the guy that gave Kasey a ride back to the dorm last night." I nodded and stuck out my hand. "Bruce. And you're..." "I'm Stacy," she said, shaking my hand. "Her roommate." "Nice to meet you." "Right. Listen, if you do anything to hurt her..." "I'm taking her to pick up her car." Stacy narrowed her eyes to glare at me. "That's it?" I nodded and held up three fingers pressed together. "Scout's honor." "Whatever." She rolled her eyes. Stacy followed my gaze as I watched Kasey descend the steps. Yesterday, shorts and t-shirt. Today, short skirt and a short sleeve blouse. Stacy looked back at me, glared and pointed a finger at me. I understood. She had her eye on me. "What are you doing?" Kasey asked as she brushed up against her roommate. Her words were just loud enough for me to hear, though I don't think she intended for me to. "Nothing." Stacy looked her roommate up and down, biting her lip to keep from smiling. "You are such a slut." Kasey looked at me nervously and turned red as she looked back at her roommate. "I am not." "Right. See you later." I opened the door for Kasey to get in. My eyes followed her every movement as she sat down, her skirt slid up high enough to bare her thighs. I closed the door and walked around. Stacy watched as I got in. She waved to Kasey and watched us drive away. "So, what was that all about?" I asked. Kasey turned her head to look at me. "Oh, nothing. My roommate and I pick at each other a fair bit. What did she say to you?" "She was just introducing herself. I think she wanted to make sure you're okay." Kasey nodded. "She's not my mother." "I know. I'm pretty sure she does, too." A few moments of silence passed between us. "Why did you open my door for me?" "What? When you got in?" Kasey nodded. "That's what a gentleman does for a lady." I felt a sudden twinge of guilt about looking at her legs as she crawled in. "Do you do that all the time? Or is it something you just did for me?" "I try to make it habit to do it all the time," I said. Kasey just looked at me as we continued to drive. "Steve said the only thing wrong with your car was a loose battery connection." Kasey wrinkled her forehead. "I thought you checked all the connections." "I didn't check down lower on the block. It was loose there." "How did that happen?" I shrugged. "I dunno. Steve said it looked like someone deliberately loosened the bolt, though. He said there were tool marks from a wrench." We pulled into the auto shop parking lot and parked next to Kasey's car. I handed her the key, she got in and cranked it on the first try. Her car door was still open, and Kasey swung her left leg out as she turned off the engine and fought with the key pulling it out of the ignition. I looked down; her skirt was high on her legs again. She pushed her body with her right leg as she started to climb out, and for a brief moment, I saw a flash of soft, brilliant pink between her legs. I could live with the guilt. Kasey closed the door and leaned against her car and smiled at me. "Thank you." I shrugged. "I didn't do much. But, you're welcome." Kasey looked down at the ground, kicked at a loose pebble and looked back up at me. "What do I owe you?" I shook my head. "You don't owe me anything, Kasey." "I feel like I owe you something. You got my car towed for me, they fixed it, you took me to dinner last night and back to my dorm." I took a deep breath and sighed. "Don't worry about it. I don't expect anything in return." She bit her lip and nodded faintly. "Is it because of your daughter and how you'd want someone to treat her?" "Partly." I looked into the pale blue eyes of a young girl unsure of where she was, emotionally as much as anything else. "And because it's just the right thing to do." She nodded and an awkward silence hung in the early evening air. "You look like you were getting ready to go somewhere tonight. Do you have a date?" Kasey's eyes went wide and I immediately regretted the question. She shook her head vigorously, clenching her hands together. "No. I don't... I don't go on a lot of dates." "Well, you look very nice. I can't help but imagine there are a number of the boys who'd love to take you out on a date." Kasey smiled and looked down at the ground again, embarrassed. "Most of the guys I've gone out with... most of the guys my age that I'd even consider going out with already have a girlfriend." I watched as her face turned red and she squeezed her hands together again. "So, does that mean you're going back to the dorm and spending your evening alone?" She looked up at me and nodded. "That's what I usually do. Unless I'm working at the library. I work a lot of nights and weekends. It usually works out okay; I have plenty of time to study." Kasey could've cut and run as soon as she'd cranked her car, but she hadn't. I suspected she was lonely; she acted that way. I knew that feeling all too well myself. I decided to gamble, hoping I wouldn't sound like a desperate, dirty old man to this precious, beautiful, young girl. "Would you let me take you out tonight?" I asked. Kasey's expression seemed to light up. "Like, on a date?" I took a deep breath, looked away and then back at her, nodding slowly. "I guess we could call it that. I... I don't want to make you uncomfortable." She shook her head. "No. I'd like that. Can we drop my car off first?" We could, and we did. Once again, we were recipients of a symphony of gawking glances as she climbed back into my car and we drove off campus. This time, we went to an Italian restaurant. Instead of a table up front, where the lighting was good, they stuck us in a booth in the back, secluded in shadows that proffered intimacy more suited to couples and lovers, a moniker I wasn't at all sure either of us was comfortable with. It didn't seem to phase either of us, though. I mentioned the bumper sticker on her car, and in short order, we lost ourselves in a discussion of our taste in music and movies. I felt more like I was speaking to a young woman and less like I was conversing with a girl who could easily be my daughter. We liked a lot of the same music, which surprised me. What surprised me even more was the fact that her taste in music focused more heavily on artists that had been big before she was born than anyone else, and that two of her favorite movies had been made before she was even in kindergarten; 'When Harry Met Sally' and 'Sleepless in Seattle.' "Mom got me hooked on romance movies," she said. "I think I've seen 'Gone with the Wind' about a dozen times." "Really?" That was my ex-wife Beth's favorite movie. Kasey nodded. "Mom always used to say 'Fiddle-dee-dee.'" I suppressed a laugh. I could remember Beth saying "Fiddle-dee-dee." Kasey's impression was spot on. "What's your favorite old movie?" Kasey asked. "'True Grit.'" Kasey smiled and nodded. "John Wayne." I nodded. "It's not that old, but it's good." "What's your favorite romance movie?" "Hmmm. I don't think anyone's ever asked me that before. 'Shakespeare in Love' is pretty good." Kasey squinted at me. "Who's in it?" "Joseph Fiennes and Gwyneth Paltrow. He's Shakespeare, experiencing a bit of writer's cramp, and then he meets this beautiful woman, Gwyneth Paltrow, who inspires him to write Romeo and Juliet, only they can't be together because she's promised to another man. It's a good movie." "I don't think I've ever seen it. I'd like to watch it sometime." "I think that can be arranged." After dinner, I took her to a club that had an open air live music venue on the weekends. As luck would have it, the group playing that night hung their collective hat on the oldies. We listened as they ran through a long list of songs recorded by a variety of artists; 'Unchained Melody', 'All You Need is Love', 'Oh Pretty Woman', and then they did a run on Elvis. It started with 'Heartbreak Hotel', ran through another half dozen of his songs and concluded with 'Can't Help Falling in Love With You.' By the time they were done playing, it was dark and the night air had chilled a bit. I found myself with one arm around Kasey as she leaned against me, and as we walked back to my car, I kept my arm around her, and she put an arm around me, pulling herself tighter against me. "This is the most fun I've had in ages," she said as I unlocked the car door and opened it for her to get in. "Really?" Kasey nodded and smiled, and as I held the door open, she slid her arms around my neck and hugged me. It wasn't a quick hug, either, and I found myself wrapping my arms around her, holding her to me as I breathed her in. I could remember the last time I'd been this physically close to a woman, but not emotionally, and I felt my pulse quickening. I was drawn to this young girl. Kasey's arms loosened and she pulled back just enough to look at me. Then, she kissed me on the cheek, and with her hands resting on my shoulders, she looked up at me. I leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. Kasey turned her head and my lips landed on hers. The contact was brief and fleeting and then I was looking at her, wide-eyes with surprise. Sudden terror captured her face. "I'm sorry," she said. "I shouldn't have done that." "You're okay," I said. "You... surprised me. That's all." "I thought you wanted to kiss me. I guess I was wrong." I shook my head. "No. You weren't wrong." We stood there looking at one another. "I don't want to take advantage of you, Kasey." "You're not." "You're young enough you could be my daughter." "I'm a young woman. I'm old enough to vote. And I'm a lot more mature than most of the girls I'm in school with." "I'm sure you are, but..." The dreamy look on Kasey's face vanished. Her hands fell from around my neck and she folded her arms and leaned back against the car, clearly upset. "You're like everybody else. All you see is how young I am. You don't take anything else into consideration." "Kasey, that's not true." I took a step closer and grabbed her arms gently, running my fingers quietly along her skin. "Not at all. You are a delightful young woman. You're very pretty. You're very smart. You're charming. I had a lot of fun tonight, too. I just..." "You just want an older woman." I shook my head. "That's not it." "Sounds like it. I know a lot of guys that would love to have a young girl fawning over them, hair in pigtails, a school girl outfit... Roger liked that." "Who's Roger? And how do you know about..." "My step dad. And I know about a lot of things. He... he tried to get me to dress up for him a few times, but I wouldn't." "Did he ever...?" "He would hug me and kiss me a lot, but he never did anything else. But I found a bunch of his movies and magazines. A lot of them showed girls dressed up pretending to be really young and still in school." I shook my head. "If that's what you want..." Kasey laid her hands against my chest and leaned into me. I pulled her into my arms as she clutched at me. "No, that's not what I want." I kissed her on the top of her head as I held her to me. "I think you're lonely. We all experience it. A lot of men would take advantage of that. I'm not going to." Kasey pushed away from me. "It's not taking advantage of me if I want you to kiss me, though. Is it?" I stared into her soft blue eyes and got lost. I put a hand at the back of her head, steered my lips to hers, and a moment later, her fingers clenched at me and she gasped for breath as my mouth covered hers, my tongue seeking hers, finding it. Our lips parted and Kasey stared at me, an amazed expression on her face. "No one's ever kissed me like that before. I mean, I've French kissed before, but... not like that." I kissed her again. She knew what to expect this time, and Kasey slid her arms around my neck, giving her mouth to me. Her tongue found mine, and as our kiss deepened, I felt myself begin to get hard. Our kiss ended and we looked at one another, out of breath, mouths open, eyes glazed with lust. I pulled her to me, embracing her, reveling in the feel of her body beneath my hands. And I stood there, just holding her fingers flexed, rubbing at my back, begging me to pull her closer. "I should take you back to the dorm," I said. "You don't have to." I nodded. "Yeah. I do." It wasn't what I wanted to do, and the disappointment was evident on her face, but I couldn't take her home with me, regardless of what either of us wanted. What the other students around her thought; what her roommate thought as she watched Kasey leave and come back with me didn't affect me one way or the other, but I knew it could be devastating to Kasey, and I wanted to avoid that at all costs. That, and the nagging 'what if' still loomed in the back of my mind. A couple of minutes into the short drive back to campus, I had an idea. "They don't serve dinner on Sunday nights, do they? In the dorm cafeteria, I mean..." Kasey looked at me and shook her head. "Would you let me take you to dinner on Sunday?" "This coming Sunday?" I nodded. "If you'll let me. And if your mother doesn't mind." "Mom won't care because I'm not going to tell her. She doesn't need to know. But, yeah. I'd like that." We were almost to the campus. "Is Sunday the only time I can see you?" she asked. I shrugged. "I just thought that between your job and studying you stayed pretty busy." "Sometimes. Sometimes not so much. You can call me, and if I'm not busy..." I nodded as we pulled up in front of the dorm. A steady stream of couples and other students flowed up and down the stairs and sidewalk. "Probably better if I just get out," she said. "Okay. Listen, you've got my number. If you need anything... anything at all, call me." Kasey smiled. "Okay. I will." She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "Goodnight, Bruce." "Goodnight, Kasey." I watched her get out and head up the stairs. So did a fair number of the students. I drove away slowly; there was a lot of pedestrian traffic. Kasey all but bounded upstairs. If she'd been one to keep a diary, the entry for tonight would have been sordid and tawdry. Bruce was unlike any of the guys she'd gone out with before. Sure, he was older, but did that really matter? He was good looking; that was always a plus. But more important was the way he made her feel. He was kind. And gentle. Clearly, he wasn't trying to manipulate or steer her, and he wasn't making ridiculous overtures trying to impress her. And he'd kissed her. For a moment, she'd thought her heart had stopped. Her whole body had tingled in ways she'd never imagined. She felt like she'd never felt before, and soon as she closed the door to her room behind her, she began shedding her clothes. She looked at the clock. Please, oh please, oh please, she said to herself. Her roommate should be gone for at least another hour. That would give her enough time, wouldn't it? One quick tug at the zipper and her skirt fell to the floor; fingers danced down the front of her blouse making quick work of the buttons, and in seconds, Kasey stood in front of her mirror wearing only her bra and panties. She closed her eyes as she slowly ran a hand across her breasts. How would she react when Bruce touched her? She felt her nipples harden and she breathed in deeply. He would touch her; he wanted to, didn't he? Kasey reached behind her back, fingers fumbling with the clasp, and then the straps slackened against her shoulders. Bruce would gently sweep the straps from her body, peeling the cups from her breasts... Kasey let her bra fall to the floor. She looked again into the mirror. Her skin tingled, covered with goose bumps, and her nipples were hard now. Kasey slowly traced a finger around one of her nipples and closed her eyes. How would he touch her? Would he pinch her nipple? Tug on it? Roll it against his fingers? He would kiss her and suck her nipple in, wouldn't he? Kasey gasped as her hand cupped her breast, fingers pinching her nipple. She would offer her breast to him; she wanted him to swallow her firm, young tit. Kasey grabbed at the doorframe of her closet and looked into the mirror. She was breathing hard. A couple of minutes later, lights out, Kasey crawled into bed wearing her panties and a wife beater tank top. The shirt was nothing more than a thin layer of cloth covering most of her upper body; it did not conceal the fact her nipples were hard, and when she got up to go to the bathroom, she'd have to slip on a pair of shorts; any boys in the hall would get a bit of a thrill. For now, though, in her dorm room, in her bed, she was alone. And as she pulled the sheet up, a light single layer of cloth to shield herself from any sudden prying eyes that might appear, in her mind, she was in bed with Bruce. She ran a hand down her body, over her breasts, her nipples straining against the thin cloth of the shirt. She grabbed the shirt and tugged it up over her breasts; she wanted Bruce to feel her tits, and as the fingers of one hand began to stimulate her nipples, the other hand made its way down between her legs. Fingers extended, Kasey ran her hand over her panties, feeling the swell of her mound beneath the thin cloth. She'd climbed into bed with the slim glass rod she'd bought a few weeks back. She'd been so embarrassed when she first bought it; it had been recommended by her best friend's older sister. Small round knobs at either end, one a little larger than the other; what a great suggestion it had been. And now, fingers wrapped around the rod, Kasey slid it across the top of her panties, gentle, unfamiliar pressure standing in for the sensation she really wanted. Lost and Found Ch. 02 This wasn't what it would feel like when he touched her, but as her mind began to drift into her fantasy, it was more than sufficient. Kasey sighed as she ran the rod down between her legs. Bruce would tease her, she knew that. Not so much because he wanted to tease her; it would be more the consequence of his refusal to simply have at her. He would undress her slowly, gradually baring every inch of her young body until she was naked before him; naked and hungry. Kasey pushed her panties down and rubbed the glass rod against her tingling pussy, finding the wetness, pressing into it, making herself gasp and finally penetrating herself. No man, young or old, had ever taken her; only her fingers and her glass dildo had ever been inside her young cunt. Kasey slid the dildo in and out of her pussy, a little faster, not too much, she rubbed around her clit and imagined she was in bed with Bruce, both of them naked. Kasey sighed with desire; god but she wanted his cock inside her. She wanted him to fuck her. She wanted him on top of her, inside her; she wanted to ride him, to feel him; she wanted him to cum inside her. She'd never been so close to a man before. Was there any way to be closer? Kasey gasped and clenched her thighs together, trapping her hands as she came. Even if he was her father, she told herself. Even if he was her father. She could think of no better way to get closer to Daddy. Back at home, I poured myself a tall glass of wine and sat down to stare again at the photo. A voice in the back of my head told me to quit obsessing; she was a beautiful young woman; I should take her and make her mine. The other voice, quiet as though restrained, told me it wasn't useless to hope against hope; she could indeed be my daughter. As I crawled into bed, I thought about the kiss I'd shared with Kasey; the feel of her body beneath my touch; the taste of her lips; the smell of her hair; her tongue in my mouth. My cock swelled to hardness, and I imagined myself unbuttoning her blouse. I visualized pulling her blouse open to reveal her petite breasts concealed by a thin wisp of a bra; I took hold of my cock and began to stroke it. I imagined her shrugging out of her blouse, reaching back and unhooking her bra, letting it fall from her shoulders. My cock was rock hard as I saw her unfasten her skirt, pushing it down from her hips. Thin pink panties were all that remained providing her a minimum of modesty. Kasey pushed her panties down, exposing her pussy, her little girl's pussy with only the slimmest trace of blonde pubic hair. My hand continued to slide over my hard cock. Kasey was crawling onto the bed with me, her tits swaying as she dipped them to my mouth, feeding me first one and then the other nipple. She straddled me, centering herself over my cock. Her fingers slid in and out of her tight, wet pussy. She spread herself open for me. I pointed my cock into her opening... My cock began spewing semen as I imagined myself filling young Kasey's pretty little pussy. Spent, I laid there for several minutes trying to get my breathing back. Then, I cleaned up, crawled back into bed and went to sleep. Dreaming about my little girl...