Storiesonline.net ------- Pizza Girl by JimWar Copyright© 2007 by JimWar ------- Description: She caught his eye while he was waiting for his take-out order. Later he found she was homeless and alone. He rescued her but after a few days wondered who rescued who. Romance and Stroke. Who says you can't have both? Codes: Mf rom 1st teen cons het safe oral ------- ------- Author's NotesThis is a story that was inspired by a young woman I saw in real life a while back. She was sitting in a pizza shop in a booth with her head down on the table. She was obviously Hispanic and obviously weary. She had a small drink in a cup with a top on it sitting on the table along with a purse that looked like a brown cloth satchel and two hard-bound books. One was the latest Harry Potter book without the dust jacket and the other was a book in Spanish, or I assumed it was Spanish. She was very tired and upon seeing me enter the store she lifted her head as if it took a great effort and looked at me and then lowered her head back to the table between the wall and the satchel. She never moved until I paid for my order at the counter and sat down in the booth directly behind hers. We were the only people on our side of the counter in the shop. She looked at me with some curiosity. She had very large tits for a girl her age, which I estimate to be between 16 and 18. Her tits were probably D-cup and she was showing quite a bit of cleavage with several buttons undone on her white cotton blouse. She was dressed in what looked to be a typical school uniform except for two things. The schools in our area do not wear uniforms and it was summer, there was no school in session. This much of my story is true, my imagination supplied the rest. By the way, all normal restrictions apply. This story is my story and is copyrighted and may not be reproduced without my expressed written permission. It is intended for posting on SOL only for the members of that site to read and enjoy. If you read this on any other site, it was posted without my permission. If you are not 18, or of legal age to read such material, then obey the law and don't. If you are in law enforcement and engaged in any type of enforcement activity, I do not give you permission to read this story and I do repeat that this story is fictitious. ------- Chapter 1 It was a typical long weary Friday workday and I was ready to go home for the weekend. On my way home I stopped at a small pizza shop to pick up my carry-out order. As usual, my order which I had just called-in, wasn't ready. I expected to pay for the meal and pick it up when it was ready, as I did almost every Friday. As I walked into the small shop, I noticed that there was only one other customer, a young woman of about 17 or 18. She was a brunette and had her long, thick hair was rubber-banded into a pony-tail. She looked up at me as I entered giving me a good look at her as I walked past her to the counter. The first two things I noticed was her pretty but not beautiful face and how exhausted she seemed. I remember it because she looked the way I felt. As soon as she knew I wasn't a threat she quickly dropped her head back to the table, as if she were a student asleep at her desk during school. I paid for my salad and breadsticks, even though they were not yet ready, and walked back to the booth directly behind her to wait for my take-out. As I walked past her she looked up and I noticed she wore a white blouse with almost half the buttons undone. This gave me a very good look at her exposed cleavage. Her tits were extremely large for a girl her age. Hell they were large for a woman twice her age. I imagined that I could tittie-fuck her with very little assistance, if she gave me half a chance. It's funny but I hadn't thought her blouse was open when I first came in the place. Finally, she noticed me looking at her tits and gave me a disinterested look before her head went back forward on the table again. It was as if she was too tired to be offended. I looked at what she had spread out around her. The first thing I noticed was that the only food item on the table was a small soda in a paper cup. Next to that was a brown cloth purse or satchel that must have been a book bag of some kind. On the side of the small table were two books, one the latest Harry Potter novel and the second an unknown text with a Spanish title. Both books were hard-bound, looked to be well used, and were without book covers. The girl was dressed in a skirt and shoes that could have been part of a school uniform, except that schools in our area didn't require uniforms and it was the middle of summer, so schools were not even in session. Even with my imagination running rampant as to what I could do with her at my apartment, I soon lost interest in her. She was obviously asleep and my order would only take a few more minutes to prepare. It wouldn't have been politically correct to approach her, even with the best of intentions, so I went back to my fantasies After a few moments the manager walked up to the register, opened it as if he was checking the cash and change. While doing this he looked over my way and dashed my hopes that he would tell me my order was ready by shouting, "Hey you, girl." The young girl didn't respond and so he frowned and shouted a second time, this time even louder, "Hey you, girl!" This time the girl heard him and slowly lifted her head off of the table. When the guy, who I figured to be the shift manager, saw her looking up at him he shouted, "You can't sleep in here. You've had long enough to finish your soda, you need to leave." At first I thought she didn't understand the guy, because she just sat there and stared at him. The manager, who was by this time thoroughly agitated said, "Hey, I mean it. I'll call the cops if you aren't out of here in five minutes. Don't go sitting on the curb outside either." The girl didn't say a word as she stood, puts her books in the satchel, and unsteadily walked towards the door. She didn't even get completely out the door before the manager looked at me and said, "Can you believe it? I guess she thinks this is the bus station or something." In the spirit of conversation I asked the guy, "Have you seen her in here a lot?" He looked at me and shrugged, "No but she's been in here all afternoon, mostly sleeping on the table. Hell my shift is about to change and the owner is coming in. He would have my ass if he found someone sleeping at a table." It took a few more minutes, but eventually my order was completed. I picked it up and quickly left. I looked for the girl as I exited the storefront but didn't see her right away. I was curious as to where she could have disappeared to so quickly as my car was the only one parked near the building. I lowered the rag top on my Mustang and swung out of the parking lot. As soon as I left the lot I spotted her sitting on a bus stop bench on the other side of the street. Now the thing about buses in our town was that they ran only twice a day, either to take people to work at the nearby factory in the morning, or to drop them off in the residential areas after work. They didn't run in between and they certainly didn't run this late in the evening. She didn't look as if she was waiting on a bus though, instead, her head was down as if she was about to drift off to sleep. There was no traffic at the moment so I pulled over next to the bus stop. The noise of the engine caused her to lift her head and she looked at me, almost defiantly. Trying to start a conversation I opined, "Hmmm, I'm not sure whether you know this or not, but the buses don't run at night here." "I know that, I don't have the fare anyway," she replied in a monotone. My every instinct said to just drive away but I couldn't resist at least giving my fantasy a chance. I couldn't dream about winning the lottery if I never bought a ticket. I started out with what sounded like a pick-up line. "I can give you a lift someplace if you would like." In a decidedly disinterested voice she replied, "I don't have any place to go, so thanks anyway." Now I was even more curious and wondered if this might be my lucky night after all. "So where are you staying for the night?" I asked, hoping that she was tired enough to give me an answer other than MYOB. In that same monotone she answered, "I don't have any place to stay and before you say anything, it's a long story." With a note of real concern in my voice I stated, "I don't think you are safe in this area after dark. Are you sure that I can't take you somewhere else." I didn't want to offer to take her home with me because I was paranoid about this being some kind of a weird sting operation to catch perverts. Several cases were in the local paper at that time about police officers luring older men to a rendezvous with young girls and then arresting them. Then she said the magic words that every horny guy always want to hear. "I don't have anywhere to go unless you are going to take me home with you," and having said that she ruined my predatory mood by softly starting to cry. Looking more towards her large tits than to her weepy eyes I said, "I would be glad to take you home if you don't mind the fact that I live alone." "I don't mind. I knew when you paid for your order in the pizza shop that you lived alone," she replied as she started gathering up her stuff from beside her on the bench. "How was that?" I asked. "You paid for a small salad with breadsticks," she replied. Getting bolder I queried, "What's you name? Mine is..." "I know yours is Sam," she said, beating me to the punch. "Damn you don't miss much, and all the time I thought you were asleep," I countered. As I drove away I asked, "So what is your name?" Looking at where my eyes were focused she asked, "Would you rather know my name or see my tits?" Having been caught I responded, "That's a hard choice to make. You have very nice tits. Why should it have to be one or the other? Why not both?" She looked at me and said, "Who said it was going to be either one?" I eased the car over to the side of the road. We were a half-block from the police station. I reached across her and opened her door. She looked surprised and said, "So now you're kicking me out?" "I gave you a lift and got you away from a bad area of town. There is a police station right over there. All you have to do is flash your smile at them and they will do anything you want. Seriously, they will call your folks and help you get back home. It's getting late and I'm too tired for head games." I waited for her to get out but she just sat there with her head down. I had almost decided that she was going to sleep again in my car when she turned to me with tears in her eyes. She just looked at me for a minute and then said, "My name is Maria. I can't go to the police because I'm not supposed to be here. Please, can we go to your place? When we get there you can look at my tits all you want. Please!" It wasn't her tits that made me do it, but my interest in her story. Well okay, that's a lie but I was interested in her story. I said, "... only if you tell me your story." I almost stopped the car when she said, "Would you rather hear my story or see my tits? Just kidding, can I get some sleep first? No games, I haven't had any sleep to speak of in three days." I asked, "Are you hungry? Have you had anything to eat?" I asked because I hadn't had time to shop the week before and that was why I bought the salad and breadsticks. She answered, "Umm, not that hungry really. I could maybe get a few nibbles of your salad and maybe a breadstick. I need sleep worse than food." When we arrived at my apartment, parked the car and climbed the stairs, I was glad it was dark. I didn't want my neighbors, especially Mrs. Alvarez, to get a good look at me bringing an apparently underage girl into my apartment. She had been trying for six months to fix me up with one of her young daughters. I would tell her that her daughter was too young for me and she would explain that in her country the man was always 10 or 12 years older than the girl. All I needed was for her to see me with Maria and I would never hear the end of it. The apartment was small, just one bedroom, but it was new and nicely furnished. I turned on the lights and closed the drapes across the front. I showed her the bathroom, my bedroom, the kitchen / dining room and the living room and the tour was over. I told her to put her things in the bedroom for the time being, and went to separate the salad into two bowls. I retrieved two cokes out of the fridge and sat at the table waiting for her to exit the bathroom. Eventually she came out of the bathroom looking nervously towards me as if she were expecting me to jump her at any moment. I motioned her to the table. She came over and sat down next to me. She ate her salad and breadstick quickly, making a lie of her statement about being more tired than hungry. She was looking longingly at the third breadstick and when I motioned for her to take it she grabbed it and quickly finished it. Clean-up was easy and soon it was time for bed. I only have one bed although it is queen sized. I am a gallant guy but giving up my bed is not something that I have ever willingly done. I told her that I could make up the couch for her or that she could sleep in the bed with me, her choice. I knew my couch was one that looked nice, but was really not comfortable to lay or sleep on. She was nervous but acted as if she was reluctantly ready to pay for her room. I honestly believe that she expected me to demand sex at that point. Okay, maybe I should have, but I have this thing about sex - I want my partner to be an amenable participant and I knew she wasn't. I saw also that she had nothing in which to sleep and was reluctant to undress. I went to my dresser and pulled out an old T-shirt that my ex girl-friend had given me. She hadn't looked at the size and it was a 3-x that was long as well as large. My ex had used it as a nightshirt many times and I figured it would do for one night for Maria. When I gave it to her she looked at me and started unbuttoning her blouse. I tried to ease her distress by saying, "Maria, I know what we agreed but you don't have to show me your tits, just because you haven't told me your story. I can leave the room while you change if you want. You're safe here. I won't attack you and you don't have to do anything you don't want to do." While my mouth was saying that, it's as if my dick is saying, 'What are you crazy? Fuck the girl.' I left the room for a few moments and came back in when she opened the door. I went to the top of the closet and got out my extra pillows. I have to sleep on two and my ex had needed two, so I had four. I didn't keep them on the bed normally; why wash two extra pillow cases every week when you don't have to? I then turned out the light and got under the sheet on my side of the bed. Maria just stood there a minute and then seemed to make a decision. She lay on top of the sheet and pulled the light blanket up over herself. We were both tired and sleep came quickly. I sleep soundly when I am tired, but Maria must have fought demons all night. She tossed and turned and woke me up once crying out in her sleep. I noticed when I awoke that she was tangled in the blanket, which was not tucked into the foot of the bed. I tried to straighten it on her but too much of it was underneath her. I finally went back to sleep and this time slept until morning. All the windows in the apartment are in the front and so the bedroom, with the door closed, stays completely dark. I woke for the second time and looked at my alarm and saw it was 7:30. Considering we had gone to bed at about nine o'clock the previous evening, that was way too much sleep for me. I'm good on eight hours sleep, but give me more than ten and for some reason I end up feeling rotten. I got out of bed and tried to be quiet so that Maria could sleep. I moved quietly and took my clothes with me to the bathroom. Outside the bedroom I turned on the lights and showered, shaved and took care of other necessities. I then realized I had nothing for breakfast other than coffee and stale bread so decided to head down to the local Quick-Mart. As soon as I stepped outside my apartment, I regretted it. Mrs. Alvarez was lying in wait for me on her patio. As I tried to pass her with a perfunctory 'good morning, ' she stopped me. "Mr. Spears, is there a young lady in your apartment?" Trying to be confusing I said, "What young lady? I don't see any young lady." She looked around as if she was a bit unsure of herself and then said, "Mr. Grossman in 4A told me this morning that he was sure he had heard you talking to a young lady in your apartment." Thinking I had an out I said, "He must have heard my TV on when I came in last night." Thinking is a bad thing for me early on a Saturday morning, and this time was no exception. No sooner had I got those words out of my mouth, than the door of my apartment opened, and Maria stuck her head out. She looked over at me and asked, "Sam, are you going out this morning?" Mrs. Alvarez grinned at me, knowing I was caught. Rather than say anything I quickly pushed Maria back into the apartment. I knew I would someday soon have to face Mrs. Alvarez and her daughter, but hopefully I could forestall that as long as Maria was with me. Back inside, I quickly assured Maria that I was only going to get us something to eat and had not wanted to awaken her. She told me she had slept well, even with all the tossing and turning, and felt better than she had all week. She also seemed more relaxed with me now that she had gone through the night in the same bed with me. As we were talking I let my eyes stray from her face, looking at the way her braless tits stood proud and firm under the large T-shirt. Maria immediately noticed where I was looking, but rather than cover up or turn away, she smiled and said, "Still looking at my boobs. I can't believe you kept your hands off of them last night." Deciding to tease her a bit I said, "Who said I kept my hands off of them last night? You were so far out of it I could have had sex with you and you wouldn't have woken up." Looking shocked she said, "Did you really play with my tits last night? I thought you were a gentleman." Then she grinned and added, "No wonder I had such naughty dreams." "I hate to dash your fantasy, but I was kidding about playing with your tits. I was as tired as you. If those were erotic dreams, they certainly must have been good ones the way you were tossing and turning all night. You kicked me hard enough one time to wake me out of a sound sleep. I was tempted to touch you then, but you were so deeply cocooned into your blanket that I decided it was too much work and just went back to sleep." Maria looked at me, her expression serious, and said, "Thank you for giving me a safe place to sleep. I would never have thought that I could sleep in a bed with a strange man and feel so safe. In fact, I never thought I would feel safe again." She seemed to think for a minute and then before I could react she reached down and lifted the oversized T-shirt off of her body giving me an unobstructed view of her glorious breasts. At first I didn't look at them, I watched her face as she looked at me. I could see that she was fighting to keep from crossing her arms across her chest. She said, "I expose myself to you and you don't even look, have you lost interest?" "No, definitely not, I was just trying to make sure you really wanted to do that. I meant what I said last night about not forcing you to do anything you don't want to do." After saying that, my gaze moved from her eyes to her magnificently pendulous orbs. I had thought from the way they supported the T-shirt that they had no droop to them; I was almost right. The laws of physics are such that natural mammaries the size of Maria's had to droop a little, but even with that slight tilt they were truly spectacular. Many large breasts have huge areolas but hers were only slightly larger than silver dollars. Her nipples were about as big around as a nickel and under my gaze hardened until they extended out a full three-quarter of an inch. I must have looked ravenous, like a wolf eyeing a newborn lamb, because suddenly she took a step backward causing me to lose my concentration. I looked up in amusement and noticed a trace of fear in her eyes. I tried to break the tension by joking. "That settles it, I never knew but now I know." She asked, "Know what?" I replied with as straight of a face as I could muster. "That I must be a tit man. I always thought I was an ass man, but looking at you I know I must have thought wrong. I'm sorry about obsessing over your tits but you have the most beautiful pair I have ever seen. Now that I have seen them, you could put my eyes out and I would die a happy man. If you won't have me, I may as well enter a monastery since no other woman will ever be able to measure up." Having only heard one thing she smiled and said, "You really want me? You think I wouldn't want you..." Then just as quickly she scowled, "... you think I show my tits to every man I meet? You think I would show you my tits if I didn't want you? You must think I'm some kind of a whore. I couldn't help it I had no money and no place to go. I'm a virgin you know. Hell you're the first man other than my father ever to even see my tits." I attempted to move forward as she was speaking and wrap her in my arms but that was exactly the wrong thing to do. I found out that her temper was quick fused and short-lived but burned hotter than any furnace. I stepped back and made all kinds of apologetic noises and soon she cooled down enough to let me approach. The second time I was able to wrap her in my arms and let her know that I did care for her very much. I told her I knew she was young and scared and that I would watch out for her if she would let me. When I said that she broke down and started crying, evidently letting out a lot of sorrow that had built up over the past week. ------- Chapter 2 After show and tell, I took Maria out to breakfast. When we returned to the apartment, we entered under the watchful gaze of Mrs. Alvarez and Mr. Grossman, who were talking at the bottom of the steps. I nodded to them both but didn't say anything. Maria eyed them suspiciously and asked me about them when we closed the door of my apartment. "They're harmless gossips. You know if you leave me now Mrs. Alvarez will redouble her efforts to marry me off to her ugly daughter who is also named Maria." Maria pulled me close to her on the couch and said, "So I have to stay here with you to keep you safe from the ugly Maria. She must not have nice tits like mine." I knew I was being set up but asked anyway, "What makes you think that?" Maria gave me a big smiled and said, "Because if she had nice big tits like mine you wouldn't know what her face looked like. I bet you can't even tell me what color my eyes are, now can you?" Without looking up I said, "Sure I can, they're a beautiful shade of brown, and you are definitely a gorgeous young lady." Maria smiled again and said, "I'm not beautiful, I am fat and plain. If it wasn't for my nice big tits you would be running over to the other Maria and asking her to protect you from me." I knew the teasing had gone far enough so I pulled her over closer and kissed her. The kiss seemed to feed a powerful hunger within her that wasn't as plain to see as her need for food or shelter. She was lonely and starved for love and the kiss uncovered that. It also affected me in a surprising way. I thought my interest in Maria was purely sexual. I thought that I was strong and self-sufficient. That kiss showed me that I too was adrift and needed an anchor and purpose for my life that Maria had unconsciously provided. Before that kiss the most remarkable things about Maria to me were those lovely tits and her beautiful brown eyes, afterwards it was her giving of herself to me in that kiss. ------- When we finally came up for air, I asked her to tell me her story and she agreed that it was time. Maria's Story There is a village in Central Mexico called Hidalgo. Hidalgo is small, with less than 200 residents. It is not near any big city, river or railroad and there are no natural resources nearby. The land itself was once rich and provided bountiful crops but over a hundred years of farming had robbed the land of much of its ability to produce. Still, the over —worked soil was able to produce enough to feed the people and provide a small amount of surplus each year that was sold in the city. The peasant farmers there grow only one type of white corn, an ancient type that is used to make simple corn meal that is turned into tortillas, the staple food of the Mexican diet. For a long while Hidalgo has eked by, not getting any richer and over time growing slightly poorer. To live in Hidalgo was to accept that you will always be poor. My father, Geronimo and my mother, Albertina, were from Hidalgo. When they married they decided that they wanted more than the small village could provide. They saw that most of Mexico was much like Hidalgo. My father was not educated but was good with his hands, he could build things. He decided to come to the United States to make a new life. The problem with immigrating to the United States was that there was a quota that restricted people from going north. I suppose if there was not a quota many of the people in Mexico would move to the United States. The quota only allowed a few poorer Mexicans to immigrate to the United States each year. It was funny but my father said that in order to immigrate to the United States you would have to be able to prove that you didn't need to. You had to have money, skills and a prospect for a job. So my father did what millions of other Mexicans did and came to this country illegally. My parents first settled in Texas and my father worked as a laborer in the oil fields. That is where I was born. I am a U.S. citizen because I was born in this country. In a few years the price of oil dropped and the fields where my father worked stopped hiring. He decided to move on and we moved from place to place where he found work as he could. My father would always tell me that no matter how poor we were, we were better off here than in Mexico. Eventually we moved here to Florida because after the hurricanes there was much work here that paid really well. My father worked as a roofer and we rented a small apartment and I went to school. Finally he got a steady job with a construction company and became a foreman. Everything was going well and then something happened. One of the other workers at the place my father worked found out he was not here legally. This other worker wanted my father's job and turned him in to INS. They picked him up at work and using our home address picked my mother up as well. They went through all kinds of hearings and finally were told they would have to leave the country and apply to come back in. My father's boss offered to sponsor my father and hopefully he will be admitted legally one day soon. My father decided that since I was a citizen I would stay here and continue my education. I wasn't given any choice in the matter; it was my father's decision. My father left our apartment and some money in the care of a young couple who were friends of his with the understanding that they would look after me. The couple, Karl and Juanita, was planning to be married within the year and told my father that having the apartment would allow them to get married even sooner. They promised to look after me and act as my guardians. I guess living together wasn't the best thing for them because as soon as they moved in together they started fighting. After my family left they got into a really big fight and broke up. Karl ended up staying at the apartment and Juanita moved back in with her family. Karl said I could stay and things were okay for a while. After Juanita left Karl realized that he had made a big mistake. At first he was crying and pleaded with her to come back. Then he started drinking and lost his job. About two weeks ago he started coming into my bedroom when I was sleeping and trying to get into bed with me. I screamed and told him to get out and he told me I would have to earn my place in his home by being his woman. I told him that it was my father's apartment and that my father had paid him well to take care of me but he only laughed at me. He said that my father was in Mexico and that no one would believe a girl and that even if they did they would only send me back to Mexico rather than let me continue to live with a single man. I figured he was right, so I waited until he was drunk and took all of his money that I could find and all of my stuff that I could carry and left. I didn't have enough money to pay for a place to sleep and so I slept outside in the woods outside of town. I had to run from some dogs once and lost most of my stuff, including my extra clothes. I just ran out of money yesterday right before you found me." At that point she looked up at me with her big brown eyes beginning to tear up as if telling the story brought back too many unpleasant memories. She was sobbing when she said, "If I have to sleep with someone to stay here and be safe, I'd rather do that than be alone outside again. I'm not a whore though." "Honey, I know you aren't a whore and you don't have to sleep with me to stay here. Well you do have to sleep with me or sleep on the couch because there is only one bed but you don't have to have sex with me. Like I told you earlier, sex is only good if both people want it. You can stay here as long as you want and I hope you will feel safe and protected. I don't know if I can act as your guardian as far as school and things go, but I will find out and do what I can. I love you, Maria, even though you are so young..." and with that I kind of ran out of steam because I didn't really know what else to say. "Sam, I know you don't think I'm a whore. I know you like to pretend to perv on my tits but I know it's not serious. Still, I'm hurting because my father left me with someone who didn't care about me and only wanted to use me. I need someone to hold me and love me and care for me. Sam, I think I'm ready for sex and I want it to be with you." I replied, "Maria, we can wait if you want. We have time and I am in no hurry. I wasn't pretending at first, I was perving on your tits. I had a bad case of lust yesterday, but the funny thing is that somewhere along the way it turned into love." Maria laughed and said, "I can't believe that now I have to convince you to fuck me. I want you Sam, my pussy is dripping wet. I always thought I would know when it was right and I do. Please Sam, take me back to bed and make me your woman. I love you too. Please?" By that time I was already off the couch moving towards the bedroom, my fate sealed. Lovemaking with Maria was a warm and tender experience. She was wet and ready. At first I thought I would have to stop and run to the store for a condom, but she assured me she was protected. I found out later she had visited a clinic at the end of the school year when she had been contemplating losing her virginity to a student that she was dating. When we reached the bedroom she watched me undress. She then removed her top for the second time and this time also removed her skirt and panties. Her tits were magnificent. I couldn't even try to ignore them. Maria seemed proud of them also and after undressing held one in each hand gently caressing the nipple with her finger tips as she supported them from underneath. She was teasing me I knew, but it was working. Maria wasn't plump but she wasn't petite either. I looked down at her pussy to see that it had been shaven in the past but had obviously been neglected during the past several weeks. Her outer lips were closed and except for the new growth of hair above her mound looked more like the vagina of a young girl, rather than that of a grown woman. She let me look and watched my cock as it grew even larger as my eyes moved across her body. I must have seemed to her to be like a little boy locked in a candy store because I could swear I saw a twinkle in her eyes when I finally looked up to her face. She smiled and moved to the bed where I put my arms around her and buried my face between the large mounds on her chest. She moved her hands to the back of my head and pulled me even closer. Then she said, "You are a perv, but you're my perv and I love you, Sam." I smiled and pulled her down on the bed on top of me. She was surprisingly light. My cock was bent at an odd angle and poking her in the stomach in our present position, so she lifted up on her knees to give me room to adjust. I motioned for her to move on up and as she did I swiped my cock through the inside of the lips of her pussy, which were, as she had mentioned earlier, very wet. Maria misunderstood what I was trying to accomplish and tried to impale herself on my staff as it teasingly moved through her slit. Her lips drew into a pout as she was denied what she obviously wanted. I didn't want her first time to be lacking foreplay and although I knew she was wet, felt that with a little more effort I could give her a much more memorable first experience. I let my cock spring back up safely on the other side of her pussy and it slapped her butt near her other opening as she pushed back. Wickedly I thought that before the weekend was over I would have to take her back cherry as well. I pulled her down into a kiss and she collapsed on me squeezing her tits against my chest. We kissed for a few minutes as my hands kneaded her ass and finally moved up to pinch and tease her nipples. I rolled her over and began to kiss around her neck and behind her ears. Her responses led me to believe that I had found another erogenous area. I moved down and around her neck, plying her with kisses while heading towards the valley in between her mammary Matterhorns. Her breasts begged me to kiss them and each nipple stiffened as my lips and even teeth teased it unmercifully. I could feel the other breast pout as I moved across the valley to scale the other alp. Maria was obviously enjoying the attention as she pulled on my head trying to get me to swallow each nipple, which I would have done had it been possible. While I was ministering to her breasts, Maria was humping her pussy on my leg leaving it wet and slick. There was no mistaking what she wanted, and yet she tried to remain patient, letting me explore and proceed at my own pace. I wasn't in any hurry. Maria would be the first and probably last virgin that I would have the pleasure of deflowering, so I was going to make the experience memorable for us both. Finally, after having my fill of her twin mountains, I moved my kisses back into the valley and found the highway south to further pleasures. Her stomach was pleasantly flat and I stopped momentarily at her innie belly button to check for lint with my tongue before I moved on down the road to paradise. As I traveled, I marveled at the smoothness of her skin and drank from the dew of her erotic perspiration along the way. I was afraid that her stomach might be ticklish which might break the spell so I sped faster and faster down the highway until I found a rest stop atop her almost bald mound. I treated her mound as the special gateway to Shangri-la that it was. Her mound was very pronounced, reminding me again how young she really was. I planted kisses there so that the small mesa would not be jealous of the large mountains to the north. My hands betrayed me, though, as they were still exploring those northern hills. Sensing the rising jealousy that demanded all of my attention, I moved my hands and used them to further spread Maria's legs. As I did this I spotted a marvelous cleft begin to widen at the bottom of the mound that I needed to explore. Searches with my lips and tongue I discovered the trickle of a small stream. The fluid flowing from that tiny waterway was almost as intoxicating as my finest Tennessee sipping whiskey. I was sure there was more than this small trickle so I drilled in the cleft, my tongue the well-point seeking to find the source of her ambrosia. My tongue discovered that the liquid was oozing from the very pores of her skin and became very adept at lapping up this delicious treat. I heard Maria moan and mumble some words in Spanish as my tongue sampled all of her inner treasures. My tongue probed deeper and deeper but I soon knew that I would need a deeper drill to get all of the delight from this place. Maria's clit was hidden and hooded when I started my explorations. but after only a few incursions soon became very prominent below her mound almost as if her mound was saying that it too could have a peak that could stiffen and give Maria pleasure. I found that Maria's clit was the focal spot on my journey and from my first caress it hardened and extended even further as if to say 'mas, por favor, mas (more please, more).' It was also obvious that Maria enjoyed the sensations created by my ministrations. Maria's moans grew in intensity. I would have been afraid that Mrs. Alvarez would be knocking at my door, had my mind not been asleep from lack of the oxygen giving blood which was being redirected to my larger drill. I realized from the sounds Maria was making that she was close and I wanted her to experience this large developing orgasm while my cock probed the furthest reaches of her pussy. I reluctantly moved my face upward and moved my body quickly so that my cock was poised at the entrance to her love tunnel. Maria was not thinking now, but was reacting as the female animal in heat and only knew that she wanted more attention paid to the source of her pleasure. As I tried to move up she was trying to hold my head near her pleasure nubbin until all at once the light came on and she realized that I was trying to give her even more pleasure. When that revelation came to her, she went from pushing my shoulders down to trying to pull me my head up to get me in position. I could understand one thing from her frantic movements and that was that she wanted to ride the crest of her orgasm and she wanted that to be soon. As soon as I was in position, I entered her. My dick moved in past her barrier in one stroke and before the second stroke she was a woman. Maria was so caught-up in the passion of the moment that she later told me she didn't even feel my dick as it broke through her cherry. On the third stroke I was fully engulfed in what I knew was the wettest, warmest, tightest sheath my dick would ever find. Maria was so wet that by the time I had stroked into her a half dozen times I had her sweet nectar dripping off of my balls onto the bed. Maria rose to meet each stroke, and at her urging, I wasn't stroking with half measures but was removing my dick almost entirely from her sweet pussy and plunging it all the way into her with each stroke. By the time I had reached a baker's dozen strokes Maria tensed and began screaming words in Spanish that I am sure were never taught in my high school Spanish classes. She had stopped moving with her pussy pushed up in the air and was almost completely supported on the bed by her shoulder blades, her arms and her heels. At that moment her pussy became the tightest glove that has ever massaged my cock and literally milked the cum out of my dick as it slid forward into her pussy. The entire length of her pussy was rippling with spasms and I began to yell some phrases in English that I am sure Maria had never learned in her high school English classes. The experience was so intense that I immediately collapsed upon Maria, a dead weight, and didn't have the energy to move. My dick was still buried in the cave but had lost interest in further explorations and seemed to be wondering what it could do to get out of this wet place. As the blood returned to my brain I fully expected to hear pounding at the door any moment from our loud proclamations of our lust for one another. I began to feel cold as the chilled air from the vent above moved across my perspiration laden skin. Maria hugged me close, almost asleep and not saying anything so I reached down and pulled the sheet up over us as we cuddled there in the afterglow of what was undoubtedly the best sex either of us had ever experienced. Contented as well fed kittens, we soon fell asleep together. ------- Chapter 3 We woke up a few hours later and were hungry again, so I decided to take Maria out shopping and to eat. As much as I loved her schoolgirl outfit, she needed some other clothes to wear. She had to be a Catholic School girl one more time for the trip though, as there was nothing of mine that would fit her other than some old T-shirts and running shorts. We gobbled down a meal at a local burger place, then headed to Wally World to see about some clothes. I offered to take her to the mall, but she said she Wally World would do for stuff to wear around the apartment until she got a job and could afford better. I didn't argue with her, deciding that was something to hash out later. Besides, I figured at Wally World we could pick up groceries and personal items she would need. The trip ended up taking a couple of hours and set me back almost half of my paycheck. I wasn't wealthy but my simple lifestyle allowed me to normally invest about that amount anyway so there was no reason to touch savings. Maria balked after we added the second cart and kept saying that she didn't need this or that. I knew from having sisters that a woman takes pride in her clothes and hopefully this spree would help boost her self-esteem. Until you look, you don't realize how many personal items woman use that are different from those of similar purpose used by men. I'm not talking about tampons, nail polish or strictly feminine products, but items like deodorants, soaps, shampoos, and even hairbrushes are different. I wanted her to feel at home with me and not to have to think of making do as that might lead to her thinking of a better circumstance without me. She wanted to leave the choice of foods to me but I told her that I expected her to do the cooking during the week as I worked and that she would need to buy what she could cook. So we bought some items from the Hispanic section of the food department and I figured I would be enjoying a much different cuisine in the coming weeks. Her picking over the jalapeños and other hot peppers in the produce section had me running back to the pharmacy aisle to pick up the large size of antacid tablets. The thing I hate about Wal-Mart, well one of the things I hate about it, is that when you finish shopping everything gets packed into those small plastic bags. When we got back to the apartment and started taking stuff out of the trunk and back seat, I about lost feelings in my hands from lugging the scores of plastic bags. As it was, it still took four trips for the both of us up and down the stairs to unload everything from the car and then we still had to figure where in the cabinets to put everything. As we were putting away the groceries Maria made changes in where stuff was kept. She asked me each time if it was okay for her to do so. Finally I told her that since she was going to do most of the cooking she should put things where they made sense to her and I would adjust. After the groceries were put away we tried to find places for her clothes. Unfortunately I didn't have nearly enough drawer space or hangers for her stuff. I cleaned out half of my drawers, moving items that I rarely wore to some garbage bags for the time being and shared what I had. Although the apartment was two bedrooms there was only one bed and I had my computer and home office in the other bedroom. I promised Maria that next weekend we would look for new furniture that had more drawers and that we would go back to Wally World tomorrow and buy plenty of hangars. All of this took time and finally at 10 PM we were done. Maria teased me about not buying her anything to wear to bed, saying that I must want her naked at night. I didn't argue but started pulling off her clothes. She was obviously ready for me as she started unbuckling my belt and undressing me at the same time. What had started as kidding soon became an earnest struggle and our clothes were flying off our bodies and onto the floor. I won the race to undress her only because her skirt and panties were easier to remove than my jeans and boxers. She was wet and I was hard, so our undressing each other was all the foreplay that we needed. Maria tumbled back onto the bed spreading her legs as she fell. We could have been hurt because she fell back with her arms around my neck and pulled me with her. Fortunately I weigh more than she does and was able to slow our descent. It was almost as if we fell back into a fuck with my dick sliding into her wet pussy in the same movement towards the bed. It wasn't quite that easy because even with her wetness her pussy was still a tight squeeze for my engorged dick. Our lovemaking was fast and furious. I started out slow thinking she would be sore from her first time earlier today but soon she was calling-out for me to go faster. I knew from experience that she wasn't yet close to orgasm as she was speaking English, not Spanish. I increased my tempo and began kissing her as we belly bumped. As we began to kiss she rested her heels on my butt and partially locked me into the saddle between her strong young thighs. That move had the effect of shortening my stroke and making my thrust into her even faster. It also pulled me up higher and gave my dick more contact with her clit on each stroke. As this happened I looked into her half glazed eyes and when she finally returned my gaze it was with a look of pure lust. That look started my balls churning and soon I felt my cum rising and knew that I couldn't stop my imminent eruption. I was hoping to be able to bring her orgasm, but it didn't look like that was going to happen. All of a sudden, just as I began to cum, she started thrashing about and screaming in Spanish. Her pussy tightened even further milking me completely dry of all my seminal fluids. As quickly as her pleasure started, it ended and her feet dropped bonelessly to the mattress, as if the effort to hold them in place was now beyond her endurance. I dropped quickly and rolled to her side, my dick making an audible plop as it pulled free of her love canal. We cuddled there together breathing deeply as we both recuperated from our love play. One time took all of our energy. Holding each other, we dozed off into a peaceful sleep. I dreamed fitfully that night about strange stuff. I don't remember all of it but some of it was about a fair and I was riding a carrousel reaching for a ring that kept moving further and further from my grasp. Then I was in the back seat of my father's car, the 1984 Buick he had had when I was a teen. I was sitting there as Silvia Moore, my first girlfriend was giving me a blowjob. The real thing had been her first and I can still remember the scratches from her teeth. She was doing a better job in my dream and I could feel my dick lengthening in her warm wet mouth. Then she vaporized and I was suddenly naked riding a horse, and the horse quickly changed gaits to a gallop and suddenly I was awake and shy Maria was atop me, riding my dick like I was the horse. As my eyes opened she smiled and said, "I was wondering how you could sleep through all of the fun." When I woke the next morning Maria was lying there smiling at me. There is no experience in this world that compares to waking up next to someone that you love, realizing that you are both naked, and have nothing more important to do than be together. I suddenly remembered our last lovemaking but didn't remember how it ended. It was almost surreal in that I wasn't sure if it was a part of my dreams or something that really happened. I was trying to form a question that didn't sound ridiculous but there didn't seem to be any way to do that. Maria just continued to stare at me and smile. I tried to wipe the smile off her face by cupping her twin delights. I could feel her nipples hardening against the palms of my hand but her smile just seemed to get bigger. Somehow the hardening I felt in my hands was telegraphed through my body and my dick began to swell in sympathy. Well, one thing led to another and it was good to see that this time I didn't conk out in the middle of our lovemaking. It was slow, and sweet, and a delightful way to awaken, This was the manner in which a leisurely Sunday morning should start, I thought. Sometime during the day on Sunday, I begin to psyche myself up for returning to work on Monday. I have to do this as I really hate my job when I'm not there. I can't explain it but once I'm at work the day flies by. Sometimes it's like a day out of my life and at the end I couldn't tell you a thing that had happened, it all flies by so quickly. Thinking about work, though, drives me crazy. I can think about all the things I need to do and dread each one of them when I am away from my job. That's why the weekends have always been strange for me. Saturdays I purely love as I unwind and chill but Sundays I dread because of trying to get ready to go back to the office on Monday. Hell of a life isn't it, or at least wasn't it? Because Maria changed all of that. Maria was thinking ahead to the next week as well and knew we still had stuff to do to get ready. Breakfast was different. After dressing Maria decided to cook breakfast. First she had to put away all of the stuff we hadn't the night before because it was all over the stove, counters and table. She did that while I was still shaving and cleaning up. I came out of the kitchen to hear her humming some song that was somehow familiar and yet I couldn't place. She was happy, so I went to the door and grabbed my Sunday paper and then sat in my recliner reading it section by section. I was reading an interesting article on how the paperless office was a threat to global warming when I looked up and Maria was standing there holding a cup of coffee for me. She smiled and said, "I didn't know how you liked it for sure, but saw those little pink packets on the counter and no cream in the refrigerator and so just put one packet in your coffee." "Did I tell you how rare it is to have brains and beauty in one place at the same time?" I asked rhetorically, then continued, "Thank you. I love coffee almost as much as waking up with someone on top of me." I gave her a leering smile after saying that. Maria said, "Well I just wanted to give you that cup of coffee to make sure you didn't go to sleep reading the paper, like you did when you woke up and I was on top of you last night." With that she laughed and turned and headed back into the kitchen. So at least I knew it wasn't a dream even if I didn't know what to say in rebuttal. I went on reading my paper and sipping my coffee until Maria called me to breakfast. I thought as I got up that I could become accustomed to the domestic life, especially if Maria was around to share things with me. After breakfast I pulled Maria down on top of me on the recliner having decided that we needed to talk about some things. One thing that I didn't count on was that the physical contact between Maria and I was detrimental to talking. So after a few minutes of heavy petting I disremembered what I wanted to talk about. An hour later we were both brought out of the heat of our passion by a knock at the door. Now for me to get a knock on the door means one of two things, neither of them good. One thing that I see a lot of is young kids coming by selling something for their school, church, scout troop, and sports teams. Don't misunderstand, it's not that I'm not civic minded, I just have a problem with buying things that are being sold to provide things parents should pay for in the first place. If there were value in any of the things being sold it would be different but, tell me, is that Girl Scout cookie really worth what you paid for it? Unless you are Frank McCoy, and have a story like his about Girl Scouts, I doubt it. But I digress. The other thing that I hate to have come to my door is holy rollers. You know, here in the Bible-belt they are as ubiquitous as orange traffic cones and twice as annoying. The thing about the doorbell ringing was that most of the Girl Scouts and bible thumpers usually were in church at this time of the morning and this was the first time I had ever, ever had my Sunday morning reverie so interrupted. Of course this was also the first time, well the first time in a long while, that I had a good looking woman on my lap sucking my face on a Sunday morning either. So I just sat there. They say curiosity killed the cat and a watched pot never boils but someone needs to come up with a saying about Mexican women and doorbells. I couldn't hold Maria in my lap tight enough to keep her from answering that door. I knew from looking at the eager way she responded that she would be a sucker for every cookie peddler and Jesus freak in town. Maybe she had been a Girl Scout; I hadn't had time to talk to find out yet. When the door opened I was surprised as hell to see Mrs. Alvarez standing there with her daughter, the ugly Maria. I knew I should stand up but the damn recliner was pushed back in the reclined position and I didn't have any leverage. I must have looked like a turtle oh his back, struggling to get to an upright position while my Maria stood at the door looking out at a somewhat dour Mrs. Alvarez and an angry ugly Maria. Now the difference between my Maria and ugly Maria was as vast as the ocean is deep. Not deep as in the normal places in the ocean, but deep as in the Marianas Trench is deep. There were four and only four similarities. They both had the same name. They both were Hispanic in origin. They both were slightly underage females. They both now lived in the same apartment building. Umm, yep that is it. I can't think of anything else that they had in common. Maria Alvarez is a striking girl. That is what you say when you describe someone who is butt ugly without wanting to hurt their feelings. Maria Alvarez is athletic in build. That is what you say when you can't tell from looking at the chest whether someone is male or female. Maria Alvarez has a distinctive voice, a polite way to say she has a nasal whine when she talks. I would say if you wanted to keep men out of an area, having Maria Alvarez there would probably be overkill. As I struggled to get up from the recliner, I was almost in a panic thinking, 'What the hell are they doing here?' I was always civil to Mrs. Alvarez and we sometimes joked about things in passing but I had never been in her apartment nor she in mine. As I struggled upright I was panicked thinking that she knew my Maria from somewhere and knew how young she really was. When I finally reached my feet I moved to the door and asked, "Mrs. Alvarez and Little Maria, what a pleasant surprise. Won't you come in?" Ugly Maria's face got appreciably uglier as her frown furrows deepened after being called 'little.' She was diminutive, if height was the only concern. However, if weight was a consideration, she was ... well, substantial comes to mind. How could one girl have so much going against her? I know you're waiting for me to tell you of that redeemable quality that she had that made enduring all of her other poorer qualities bearable, but honestly if there were any they were well hidden. I would like to say that with all the cards against her she was meek and charming in personality but that would be stretching the truth to the point of utter distortion. Her whining voice was always complaining, usually loudly about something that made no sense to anyone but herself. They entered my living room with the recliner still in the reclining position. They both took seats on the far end of the couch. Ugly Maria was scowling at me and her mother was looking around the apartment, as if she were the inspecting officer on some parade field, or better yet as if she were my mother-in-law, which was a scary proposition. As the recliner was still reclining I grabbed a dining room chair and moved it closer to the couch. I motioned for my Maria to sit on the couch. Instead she said something to Mrs. Alvarez in Spanish. I found out later she asked her if she would like a cup of coffee or a glass of tea. Mrs. Alvarez said, "Gracias, no." I was hoping that my Maria would stick to English because I wanted to know what Mrs. Alvarez was here for. Mrs. Alvarez next said something in Spanish to my Maria which caused my Maria to respond with another flood of Spanish in return. I was sitting in my own living room and suddenly felt as if I were in a foreign country. Mrs. Alvarez suddenly turned to me and said, "That was a very nice thing you did, taking in young Maria like that when she was stranded." Although the emphasis was not on the word 'young', that was where my guilty conscience chose to place it. Mrs. Alvarez continued, "I have always thought you were a nice man, though." At that point I was just waiting for the other shoe to drop and so I said nothing, the silence stretching out into somewhat of an awkward pause. Finally my Maria said, "Mrs. Alvarez was telling me that her daughter, also named Maria, was also a citizen because of her birth in this country. Mrs. Alvarez herself just became naturalized in this past year. She said that because I am living here my parents will have a much easier time returning. She said I need to write them and tell them of my new address." I immediately thought that this was good and would mean she would have to stay here with me. I looked at Mrs. Alvarez and said, "Thank you for that information Mrs. Alvarez, I am sure that Maria will get a letter posted first thing Monday, won't you honey?" With rising anger my Maria said, "I would but they haven't written me and given me their address yet. I was supposed to get that this past week before I got thrown out of my own apartment." I could sense her frustration and resentment. With that Mrs. Alvarez said something to my Maria in Spanish which she responded to with an even longer exchange. Even had I known Spanish I knew that I could not have followed what was said because of the speed and vehemence of my Maria's response. I guessed that it was further clarification of her short stay in her father's apartment. Mrs. Alvarez then turned to me and said, "Sam, first of all you can call me Sofia. Now you can handle this anyway that you like but what I think this Karl guy needs is a good swift kick in the ass. I know Maria doesn't want to live with that cabrбn any longer, but he should be made to pay for his insult to her. My husband Juan and his brother will be glad to go with you to settle this debt of honor." I thought for a minute and figured that she was right. I didn't think that anything could teach this Karl what he needed to learn, but she was right, Maria deserved to have her honor satisfied. I looked over at my Maria who was shaking her head no at me, and decided that unless this guy Karl was a better fighter than he was a lover I was going to kick some ass tonight. "Sofia, I would appreciate it very much if your husband would watch my back. I doubt we would need to impose on your brother-in-law. Maria does need to check her mail and Juan does need to be taught some manners even if he has no honor. What would be a good time for your husband?" "Any time you want to go, they are both next door arguing about some fight last night on that damn idiot box. It will be better if my brother-in-law goes also, it will get him out of my hair for a while. It would be better to do it before dark so the neighbors will be less likely to call the police if there is a disturbance. Maria told me that he does not own a gun, so at least you won't have to worry about that." Damn, Sofia must have served in the army or something. I hadn't even thought of the possibility of the guy having a gun. I arranged for Juan and Carlos to come over in an hour so we could get this over with. I was thinking about all of this when all of a sudden ugly Maria said something in Spanish to my Maria. Umm, now I didn't understand Spanish but from the tone it didn't sound friendly at all. Ugly Maria's face was red and my Maria was getting ready to respond when Mrs. Alvarez started dressing down her daughter. Sofia must have been a drill sergeant during her army days, because I could see ugly Maria trying to fade back into the couch. She didn't talk back to her mother at all. Then as suddenly as it had all started, Sofia turned back to my Maria and said, "Lo Siento." Sofia then turned to me and explained, "My daughter has had a crush on you since we moved in here. She is upset that you have met someone else. She let her emotions overpower her thinking." I looked at ugly Maria and then to her mother. "I always thought you were joking about me and your daughter, Sofia. I knew I was so much older than her and just assumed it was just good natured kidding on your part." Ugly Maria broke in before I could continue and said, "I'm the same age as her. It's just because she has bigger breasts and is prettier than I am. It's not fair." And then she started crying. This was embarrassing. She was right but I couldn't tell her that. Even if she was ugly and mean and ... well you get the idea, she still deserved some respect. So I lied. I went over to the front of the couch where she was sitting and got down on one knee. I pulled her hands away from her face and had to physically turn her to face me. "Maria, I am telling the truth when I said I didn't know that your momma was serious. I can't help how I feel about my Maria and I won't apologize for loving her. If you and I had been thrown together in similar circumstances and if I had had the opportunity to come to know you the way I have my Maria, things might have been different. Who knows what might have happened. I do know that in the world there is a woman for each man and a man for each woman and that I am lucky to have found my woman in Maria. I also know that somewhere there is a guy who will one day feel the same about you. I hope you find him soon and I also hope, since you are near the same age as my Maria, that you will be her friend." I stayed there on one knee looking in her eyes. Finally she looked over my shoulder at my Maria and said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be such a bitch." As soon as she said it she looked over at her momma with her hand on her mouth. Sofia didn't say anything and when finally ugly Maria was about to turn away Sofia said, "What? Did you think I was going to disagree with you?" We all laughed at that remark. Ugly Maria and my Maria hugged at the door as the neighbors left. As soon as the door closed my Maria was all over me. "Are you crazy? You don't have to go over to Karl's to prove anything to me. I know you care about me. What if you get hurt? How do you think I would feel then? Better still, what's the point? I don't want to go back. I'm glad it happened. I have you now." I tried to calm her down by wrapping her in my arms but she pushed me away. I said, "Maria, some things are worth getting hurt for. I knew when Mrs. Alvarez said what she did that it was a schoolyard way of thinking, but I felt the same way when you first told me the story. Karl obviously isn't a very smart guy but he will understand this message. Maybe he will learn. What would your father do to him? Am I any less a man than he? Besides, you do need to check your mail." She finally came over to me and said, "But Sam, I don't want you to get hurt. I love you. If you have to do this macho-thing then please be careful. If he hurts you, I will feel like I should have just let him have me in the beginning." I didn't think that I would even have to fight Karl but if I did I didn't think I would have any problem. I wasn't a great fighter but I had won some 'Smokers' in the Navy (ed. boxing matches) and thought I could hold my own with my fist against most guys unless they were much larger than me. I was anxious to get going and get this behind us. ------- Chapter 4 The ride over to Maria's old apartment went back through the neighborhood where we had met at the pizza shop. I smiled as I drove past, thinking how my life had changed in just two short days. I hadn't realized how empty my life had become until it was filled by the joy and happiness that Maria had brought with her. I knew I couldn't survive going back to the way things had been. I had discovered what true pleasure and contentment could be. It wasn't just the sex, although our love-making was better than any I had ever experienced, it was having a special someone with whom to share my life. As I had that thought, I looked over to Maria perched in the seat next to me. She smiled warmly at me after looking at the shop. I got a feeling from the look of peace and contentment I could see in her eyes that she was probably thinking the same thing about our weekend. As we got closer to the apartment Maria seemed to become a bit fidgety and anxious. I doubt that she was relishing the thought of the confrontation to come. As she directed us into the apartment parking lot she pointed out Karl's car in the space for the apartment. The apartment was in the back on the first floor. We parked in the visitors spaces across the lot and Juan and Carlos met us in the parking lot. I told Maria to stay back behind us as we went to the door of the apartment. I don't know what I was expecting this guy to look like but I was really surprised when I knocked at the door and a pretty young woman dressed in Jeans and a T-shirt answered the door. Her Jeans and T-shirt were dirty and it was obvious that she had been hard at work when I knocked. She looked past us and could only see Juan and Carlos as Maria was hidden behind them and not visible. As soon as she said 'yes' Maria evidently recognized the girl's voice, pushed between the two older men, and began a rapid-fire verbal assault on her in Spanish. I don't know what she said but the young woman heated up really fast and was soon returning fire in the same language. It looked to me as if the two were going to come to blows when as quick as it had escalated, the exchange wound down. Maria turned to me and said, "Sam this is Juanita Gomez, Karl's ex-fiancé." As soon as Maria said that Juanita let loose another barrage of Spanish invectives which were directed at Maria. Juan and Carlos laughed at the exchange. Maria smiled at me and said, "She said that I was an ass for associating her with that... well a lady can't say what she called him." Juanita looked at all of us and said, "Won't you come in?" I was still curious as to where Karl was and why Juanita was here. Juanita was obviously in the middle of cleaning and moving as there were boxes stacked everywhere. The place looked more like a saloon than an apartment as there were beer bottles and cheap wine bottles on the tables, counters and even stacked on the floor in places. The sofa, which looked like someone had thrown up all over one arm, was stacked with boxes as well. As there was no place to sit in the living room we moved to the dining room table where Juanita offered us seats. She explained that she could only offer us tap water to drink as the refrigerator was being cleaned. After we dispensed with the social niceties, Juanita brought us up-to-date on what had happened since Maria had run away from Karl. Juanita was obviously not happy with Karl and the mere mention of his name was enough to cause her face to redden in anger. After Maria had left, Karl had found some money that Maria had missed when she left. He had used this money to throw a party and had invited everybody he could find. The party had lasted for two days over the weekend. The event was boisterous enough that neighbors had called the cops twice due to the loud noises. Eventually everyone left and Karl passed out in the bedroom. On Monday the regular manager, haven been advised of the disturbance, came by to check the place out. He found the door open and the place in even worse shape than it now appeared. Karl, who didn't answer repeated knocks on the door, was lying in a pile of vomit on the bed. The manager deduced that Karl was probably only ill from the party but, not wanting to take a chance on a lawsuit, he called 911. The results were that Karl was first taken to the hospital and then ended up in jail for assaulting the paramedic who tried to rouse him from his drunken slumber. The manager, who was trying to recoup something from the loss, called the numbers on the deposit form. The only one of those numbers he could get was Juanita's father, who was a friend of Maria's father. One thing led to another and because Juanita had moved out to live with Karl in the first place she was given the unpleasant task of cleaning the place up so it could be turned over to the manager. We ended up staying for an hour and a half and helped finish cleaning up the place. Juan and Carlos left after helping me move the rest of Maria's things to my car. I didn't understand a lot of what was said as Maria and Juanita spent a lot of the afternoon speaking to one another in that rapid fire dialect of Mexican-Spanish that only a native could understand. A couple of times I could pick my name out of what was said. Juanita would sometimes steal a glance over towards me at the mention of my name, but they could have been discussing the length of my cock or my hat size or any one of a hundred other things. I doubted it was my cock size, not that Maria was above that, but I didn't hear any giggling during the discussion. On the way home Maria told me that a lot of the discussion was Juanita asking her if I had any brothers or friends that wanted to meet a nice Mexican girl. Maria had told Juanita that she only met me two days ago and so didn't know anything about my friends or relatives with the exception of Juan, Carlos, Sofia and ugly Maria. Juanita had told Maria that she didn't want to stay at home any longer than absolutely necessary. Her father was evidently making her life hell for her bad decision with Karl. It had gotten so bad that Juanita had decided that next time, no matter what, she was not going home again. She said that Juanita had given her a letter from her father with his new address. The letter didn't say much other than to give the address and tell her that he was working on returning as soon as possible. Oh yeah, and it seems like Juanita's father had called Maria's father telling him that Maria was missing. Maria's father was so upset that he was thinking about paying one of the coyote's who smuggle illegals across the border to secrete him across so he could come back to look for her. Juanita's father had wanted Maria's father to file a report with the police but they had decided to wait hoping that she would show up in the next couple of days. Maria had promised Juanita that she would call her father the next day and let him know she was alright. We worked at the apartment so late that I decided to take Maria out to eat. I knew a Chinese place run by an older Vietnamese woman near the neighborhood of Maria's old apartment, so we went there. It turned out that Maria loved Chinese food and we had a very enjoyable meal. The lady that runs the place had taken a liking to me several years ago when I first started dining there. Her daughter, Sarah, was as beautiful as her son was ugly. Sarah usually waited on me and teased me about taking her out. I had put her off telling her that she was much too young for me, partly because I thought she was teasing me, and partly because her brother was the largest Vietnamese-American I have ever seen. He was only slightly shorter than Yao Ming (the Chinese NBA player) but twice as broad at the shoulders. He wasn't around very often, but when he was he was the first thing you noticed when you walked into the place. Mrs. Che came over when we entered the door and personally seated us. She came back after the waitress brought our drinks and told me that Sarah was going to really be hurt when she found out that I had a beautiful young girlfriend. Maria blushed at the complement and then turned and raised her eyebrows at me. As Mrs. Che left I explained as best I could to Maria about Sarah and her teasing. Maria told me that it didn't appear to her that Mrs. Che had been teasing. Maria then pointedly asked, "How much more competition do I have out there Sam? Who else do I have to worry about?" I tried to explain to her that she had no one to worry about, that I was totally devoted to her but she kept on in a half-teasing half-serious query session about my love life. One minute she would say something that I was sure was joking and the next she would look so serious that I wondered. It was stimulating and flattering at the same time. About the time I would think I had answered all of Maria's concerns another course of the meal would arrive delivered by Mrs. Che, who would say something about Sarah that would set Maria off on another tangent. I think Maria was exploring my likes, dislikes and opinions. It was a part of the typical interchange between two lovers who are getting more intimately acquainted with one another. After the meal I generously tipped Mrs. Che and left my regards to Sarah. I did that as a tease to Maria but was still catching an earful for it as we left the parking lot. Anyone overhearing our one-sided conversation would have shaken their head and thought we had been married for years and years. After the banter died down the remainder of the ride home had Maria fiddling with the presets on my car radio. You know a woman has moved in when she starts selecting her own favorite stations and setting them up on your car radio. We returned to my apartment well after dark. I half expected Mrs. Alvarez to be there to greet us or at least looking out past her drapes, but her apartment seemed quiet with the lights out as we walked up the stairs. As I opened the door to the apartment, I found a small envelope under the door addressed to Maria. I handed it to her and smiled as I thought she was now even getting mail at my apartment. The note was from Mrs. Alvarez telling Maria that she had gone to a special Spanish language Mass at the Lady of the Perpetual Assumption Church, which was six or seven blocks from the apartment. She said that if we returned before eight o'clock that we were welcome to attend. She stated that many of her friends would be there and that she would be proud to make introductions. I wasn't sure how to respond. I am not active in any religious group and am not sure I really believe in any god. I know that people tend to make god in their own image, to serve as a moral spokesperson of the communities values and that we have to continually remake him to fit our ever-changing needs. I felt that one of the reasons for many of our wars was the stamp of final authority that the various gods put onto ideas that could be otherwise compromised. I also knew that for Latinos the church often served as a social focal point for the community and was responsible for many good works that would not otherwise be possible. I didn't want Maria to be shut away from that sense of social and cultural belonging. For that reason, I thought we should go. I was only hesitant because I thought that Maria might be very self-conscious about going on the arm of a much older gringo. I laughed when I told her that but she was not amused at all. She acted like I had called her a racist and slung a load of Spanish invectives at me that would have probably hurt like hell had I known what they meant. We changed and made it to the church in plenty of time for the mass. Now, not only am I not religious, but I'm definitely not Catholic. My parents had raised me Baptist and church as I knew it was much different than mass. I explained this to Maria and she said for me not to worry. She asked that I just watch her and repeat what she did. I would have done that anyway but stopped short of trying to respond to Spanish liturgy with responses that I could hardly pronounce. I found that Catholics did spend much more time on their knees than Baptist and that the priest didn't get nearly as red in the face as Baptist ministers do while preaching. Oh yeah, and they didn't take up an offering; I think that is a sin in the Baptist church. One thing that happened was that they had communion. If you aren't sure what that is, well it's a ritualistic cannibalism where you are eating substitutes for the blood and body of Christ. Okay it's more complicated than that and I'm not sure whether Catholics believe that the wine and the crackers actually turn into the blood and body or are just a symbol of the blood and body but either way it always seemed pretty gross to me. The point of it was that Maria hung back explaining that she had not been to confession in quite some time and so was not pure enough to go through the ritual. That made me mad but I held my peace. Overall, the service was well attended, with about 300 or so people present. I didn't see Mr. or Mrs. Alvarez, Carlos or the ugly Maria until the end of the service, as everyone started moving towards what Baptist would call the fellowship building. My Maria stopped for a quick chat with the priest who was an older gentleman. I had no idea what she was telling him in her rapid-fire Spanish. At the time I imagined she was confessing her sins and telling him that this gringo had deflowered her and taken away her virtue. Later she told me she had been thanking him for the inspiring homily, whatever that was. While we, well Maria really, was chatting with the priest, Mrs. Alvarez moved through the crowd and caught up with us. She hugged Maria and then hugged me and exchanged some words with the priest. After Sofia spoke with the priest he turned to me and said in perfect English, "Mrs. Alvarez and Maria both have told me what a wonderful Samaritan you are. God will bless you for your acts of kindness and the shelter that you have given to one of His own." He then took my hand and gave it a squeeze and dismissed me by turning to the next person waiting in line. I found Juan and Maria struggling to catch up with Sofia and together we made our way into what I will call the fellowship hall. The next twenty minutes or so were pretty much a whirlwind as Sofia pulled me and Maria from one family group to another. Again I'm not sure what all was said but a lot of it was repeated and I think everyone there thought I was a saint from my rescue of Maria. The bad thing was that many spoke little or no English and so my pleas that I had done nothing that anyone else would not have done fell on unhearing ears. Maria was quite amused by all of that and took it all in good stride. She smiled at everyone and the way she hung on my arm I think every male over 12 thought I was one lucky son-of-a-gun. Even if they didn't, I sure did. I was surprised that this Spanish community existed right under my nose and I knew none of these people other than the Alvarez's. It also surprised me that Maria knew none of these people. She later explained that her family was not very religious, though they did attend Mass upon occasion at the Church of the Unexplained Redemption, which was on the other side of town. She said their priest was much younger although the congregation seemed to be smaller. Many of the families that we talked to seemed to be small and there were many single men in the fellowship hall, many more than single women. I figured it was probably a good thing that the Immigration and Naturalization Service (INS) didn't do spot checks at special mass services. Everyone seemed friendly and Maria and I seemed to be accepted as a couple with no raised eyebrows that I could see. I was sure that I would see more of these people in the future. There were a few girls that were Maria's age in the room. Many of them went to the nearby Catholic High School. Maria talked to several of these girls for a few minutes but didn't seem to have any particular connection to them. I saw that she had the bearing of someone much older than most of them. We returned to the apartment late, and since I had to go to work the next day, we decided to forgo television and go straight to bed. Of course that didn't mean that we went straight to sleep. We talked for a bit and Maria confessed to me that today had laid to rest most of the insecurities that she had about our relationship. Her use of the word 'most' in the context of our relationship had me a bit worried. Then after I thought about it I could see how she could feel that she was more dependent upon me than the other way around. She told me that her experience with her family, and then ending up on the street, had left her a little shaky in the trust department. She felt that today, though, I had done things that showed her that I cared more for her as a person than an object. She didn't say it that way, and in fact I had to really prompt her to get her to open up about her feelings, but I felt that we went to sleep with a stronger relationship than we had come to bed with because of our pillow talk. Because of the pillow talk we went to sleep in each others arms without any actual sex. I woke up about five in the morning spooned to Maria who had somehow turned around in my arms during the night. Her hair was tickling my nose and I was lying on my right arm which was still asleep for lack of blood circulation. I moved that arm up under her pillow and moved the other arm from across her stomach to fondle one of her breasts. I moved closer and was able to squeeze both of her nipples together in my hand. It was a wonderful feeling to feel my dick getting harder while her nipples stiffened at the same time. Maria was still asleep or so I thought until I felt her hand reach back and encircle my engorged dick. Maria first words were, "Sam, you forgot to make love to me last night. I waited and waited but all you wanted to do was talk. Am I going to have to swallow my pride and beg for sex now that you have my cherry?" I laughed and said, "Yes, let me hear you beg." Maria laughed and said, "Sam, please take your nice hard cock out from between my ass cheeks and put it in my hot pussy where it belongs." Hearing Maria say those words started the blood roaring in my ears. I almost came from the rhythmic squeezes she gave my dick as she spoke the words, cock, ass and pussy. I turned her over with no resistance and found that her pussy was indeed hot and also wet. Without any foreplay I was inside her in the good old missionary position, stroking her in time with the pounding of the blood into my dick. As I looked down on her she smiled and started pushing upward to meet each of my strokes. She took her hands and cupped her tits, pushing them together and up towards me almost as an offering. I bent down and kissed her then begin licking across her nipples and gently nipped each before taking the right one in my mouth. After a few moments she pulled her breast to the left and my mouth moved to the left nipple without having to change positions. Maria said, "I love it... when you suck... on my tits while... you fill me up with your big dick." As she said those words her pussy was getting tighter and tighter around my dick and because of that my strokes shortened up. I kissed her again, with her hard nipples pressing into my chest, and just couldn't hold it anymore as my fluid exploded out my cock into her pussy. At the same time she screamed into my lips, let go of her tits and wrapped me in her arms and legs and pulled me tightly on top of her. I could feel her pussy tightly convulsing as it sent my juice oozing out around the base of my dick and down the crack of her ass and onto the bed. I just lay there exhausted, unable to move, breathing in gasping breaths that were echoed by Maria underneath me. I tried to roll off of her but she held me there in her arms. What a way to wake up in the morning. ------- Epilogue I don't know whether it was luck or fate or both that brought us together on that warm summer afternoon but my life has not been the same since. I now can understand most of the words that Maria screams during our lovemaking. I got tired of wondering what she and ugly Maria were giggling about and used our lovemaking sessions as opportunities for bilingual naked show and tell. I learned words there that I bet you can't find in any Spanish-English dictionary. Now when my Maria and ugly Maria begin a rapid fire exchange, and ugly Maria blushes and looks my way, I can understand about every third word. If they take pity on me and speak normally, then I can understand most of what they say. I guess I shouldn't call ugly Maria ugly anymore. Her braces are off, she slimmed down and her temperament has changed for the better. She has blossomed from an ugly duckling into what my Maria describes as a lovely swan. I guess part of her attitude change has been a young Spanish exchange student named José, who has become quite a regular visitor next door. Maria Alvarez is a business management student at the local community college and, according to her mother Sofia, doing quite well in her classes. Sofia still sticks her nose into things that are not technically her business, but I now know her heart is always in the right place. I see the method to her madness. Now that her daughter is seeing José,, she has changed her focus a bit. Now she comes over to ask my Maria her advice as to what to do in regards to her future son-in-law, although she would never call him that. My Maria gives her good advice and I can only hope that Sofia will take some of it. Sofia had poor José, so nervous on the first date that her daughter was sure that she would never get a second. Things have worked out and I think most serious suitors are glad that the women they are interested in have protective mothers. For the past year and a half my Maria has been known as Mrs. Samuel Spears. Our wedding was in Mexico and was attended by the entire village of Hidalgo, my immediate family, and the entire Alvarez family among others. Maria was 18 years old on the day of our wedding. Maria's father and mother recently returned from Mexico as legal immigrants with work permits, and are going through the long and tedious process of becoming citizens. I wish I could say things have gone smoothly for them, but when they do become citizens it will be something for which they worked hard for and legitimately earned. Oh yeah, Maria and I are now the proud parents of a lovely six-month old daughter, Sofia, who was named to honor both Mrs. Alvarez and also Maria's maternal grandmother. Maria Alvarez, formerly ugly Maria, even finds time between her busy class schedule to occasionally baby-sit baby Sofia. She spoils her, as do all the Alvarez women (as well they should because my little Sofia is an angel). My Maria graduated high school and decided to forego college for a while. Instead, she is working with Catholic Charities trying to find affordable housing for those in the rapidly growing local Mexican immigrant community. Okay, well she doesn't do that work entirely alone. I work with her when I can, mainly on the weekends and after my own busy workday. Hopefully, with what we do we can prevent others in Maria's situation from spending nights alone on the street. Maria lights a candle at Mass every week as a prayer that other young women in her situation meet their very own knights in shining armor. I'm still leery of organized religion, but when no one is looking, I sometimes send up a silent heartfelt prayer of thanks for the miracle that is my Maria. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2007-10-29 Last Modified: 2008-09-16 / 12:00:34 am ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------