“This is great. Did you make it?”
“No, Mrs. Hildegard did.”
“She can cook,” Grady said.
Autumn nodded. “My mother used to cook the most amazing roast beef. It would literally melt in your mouth.”
“Yum,” Grady said.
“That was before she got ill, of course.”
“You mentioned she was sick.”
Autumn nodded. “Cancer.”
“That’s a tough one,” Grady said.
“She had it coming. She smoked like a chimney for as long as I can remember. I tried to get her to stop but you know how it goes.”
“I do.”
“I just hope she responds better to the new treatment she’s on. It’s not cheap but apparently it can work wonders.”
“It’s in God’s hands,” Grady said.
He finished his food and sat there, admiring the angel that sat before him. He was at the desk and she was on the bed, her pretty legs crossed demurely. The baby had finished her bottle and was sleeping peacefully in Autumn’s arms.
Grady thought how easy it would be to lie Autumn back on the bed, pull down her panties, and slide into her.
He’d been burned in love before, he’d all but given up on ever finding someone to share his life with, but looking at Autumn, the sweet smile on her face, the serenity in her gaze, he realized he’d found someone who could bring his wounded heart back to life.
“What age are you?” he said without thinking.
Autumn smiled. “Nineteen. Almost twenty.”
Grady nodded. She was young, ten or eleven years younger than he was, but was she too young? Maybe not. He’d known couples who were ten years apart. He even knew girls as young as Autumn who’d settled down with men in their thirties before. It wasn’t outside the realm of possibility.
“Are you a long way from home?” he said.
Autumn nodded. “I’ll say. My aunt put me on a train at five in the morning and it was after midnight by the time I arrived here.”
“If you wanted to go home to see your mother, or if you wanted to get away from here, would you have anyone to help you?”
Autumn looked at him a little skeptically.
“I’d have to ask the Hildegards for money.”
“Are they paying you well to work here?”
“Supposedly. But they send the money directly to my mother. She needs it for the meds.”
“You don’t get to keep any?”
Autumn shook her head.
“I don’t need money. I only need my mother to get better.”
Grady looked at her. He wanted to offer her help. He wanted to give her money. But he knew he couldn’t. Men like him couldn’t simply go around offering cash to pretty girls. It wasn’t proper. People would think he was up to something.
He tried to think of a way he could tell Autumn he’d help her if she needed it, but they were interrupted by a knock on the door.
The door opened and Mrs. Hildegard appeared.
“You still up here?” she said to Autumn.
“I was just leaving, Mistress,” Autumn said, handing Destiny to Grady.
Grady wanted to protest, he wanted to tell her to stay, but she was gone in an instant, leaving him alone with Mrs. Hildegard.
“I see you liked my roast beef,” Mrs. Hildegard said, taking his empty plate.
“It was delicious. Did you make it?”
“I did, and I thought of you the entire time.”
“That’s very kind,” Grady said.
“I could give you lots of delicious things,” she said, holding his gaze.
“I bet you could Mrs. Hildegard, but I’ve had my fill, really.”
She nodded, resigned to the fact he wasn’t going to jump into bed with her, at least not yet.
“Oh, I thought of you while I was in town too,” she said, holding up a package. “I picked you up some diapers.”
“That’s so thoughtful,” Grady said.
Mrs. Hildegard put the diapers by the bed.
“It will save my pillow cases too.”
Grady laughed.
“I said I’d pay for that.”
“Oh, I’m just teasing you,” Mrs. Hildegard said.
“Well, thank you for the diapers.”
Mrs. Hildegard nodded and made her way to the door.
“I’ll leave you be, Mr. Cole, but there’s one more thing before I leave.”
“Oh yeah?”
“It’s about the girl.”
“Autumn?”
“Yes. Please make sure you keep your wits about you with that one. Don’t believe a word she says. She’s a delinquent.”
“A delinquent?”
“Yes, and a girl of very poor virtue, if you know what I mean. Watch your belongings around her, and don’t fall for her false charms. She’s not to be trusted. A liar and a slut.”
Mrs. Hildegard turned and left before Grady had a chance to respond.
CHAPTER 9
AUTUMN
Autumn had just finished her bath and was about to start another of Mrs. Hildegard’s romance novels when she heard a noise coming from the room next to hers.
Betsy’s room.
A shiver ran down her back. Ever since seeing it, she had a distinct sensation that the room was haunted.
She crossed her room and held her head to the wall. There was definitely noise, creaking floorboards, like someone was walking around in there. She stood and listened for some minutes, remembering Mrs. Hildegard’s warning not to ever go in.
She sighed.
She didn’t want to, but she knew if she didn’t go and look, she’d lie there all night conjuring up images of ghosts and bogey men. She tiptoed to her door, carefully opened it so as not to let it creak, and went to the door of Betsy’s room.
The door was ajar and she peered in.
A ghostly white figure drifted toward her and she screamed, before realizing that her ghost was just Mrs. Hildegard in her silk nightdress.
“Oh my God, you scared the crap out of me.”
Mrs. Hildegard looked very amused.
“I thought I told you not to come in here.”
“I heard something.”
“Oh, you heard something? I guess that means you can forget what I said.”
“I thought you were a ghost.”
Mrs. Hildegard laughed, then her expression turned more mischievous.
“I suppose you want to know what I was doing up here?”
“Oh, that’s okay,” Autumn said. “I’ll go back to my room. I promise to mind my own business in future.”
“No, no, you’re here now. I might as well show you.”
“Show me what?”
“Come over here,” Mrs. Hildegard said and led the way to the far side of the room.
She pulled the bed from the wall and sat down on it.
“Come, sit,” she said.
Autumn sat next to her and followed Mrs. Hildegard’s view to the floor.
“See? There?” Mrs. Hildegard said.
Autumn peered at the floor and saw there was a hole in it. Through the hole she could see straight down to the room below.
Grady’s room!
“Room seven. I always put the hotties in there.”
“The hotties?”
“You have no idea how filthy men are, child. All they think about is touching themselves. I’ve seen it a thousand times.”
“Touching themselves?”
“As soon as they’re alone, they pull out their cocks and start stroking. Mark my words, Mr. Cole will do it if we sit here and wait.”
“You watch?” Autumn said in shock.
“You bet I do,” Mrs. Hildegard said.
Autumn stood up and made to leave but Mrs. Hildegard grabbed her by the arm.
“Let me go,” Autumn said.
“No. You’re going to sit here and watch with me. It’s more fun doing it with friends.”
“I’m not doing anything,” Autumn sai
d.
“You’ll do as I say, you wicked child, or you’ll be sorry.”
“Sorry?”
“What if I tell Mr. Hildegard I caught you in here?”
“What? I wasn’t in here?”
“What if I send you down to him right now, and tell him to take off your panties and spank you till your bottom turns pink.”
“He can’t do that.”
“Do you want to go down and test him?”
Autumn shook her head. After the truck ride earlier, she intended to avoid ever being alone with Mr. Hildegard again if she could help it.
“Then sit down and watch this hunk. I bet you’ve never seen a cock before in your life.”
Autumn sat down.
“Have you?” Mrs. Hildegard said.
“Have I what?”
“Ever seen a cock?”
Autumn looked at her. “No,” she lied.
Mrs. Hildegard shook her head. “You’re such a disappointment.”
They both sat there and watched Grady through the hole in the floor. Contrary to what Mrs. Hildegard had said, he didn’t whip out his cock and start stroking it. He was sitting on the bed with Destiny in his arms. He was talking to her, telling her a story. Autumn couldn’t quite make out the words but it seemed to be a fairytale of some sort. Destiny was asleep and after a while Grady put her down on the bed and went into the bathroom.
Thankfully, Mrs. Hildegard’s little spy hole didn’t afford a view of the bathroom, but when Grady came back to the bedroom, he was naked.
Mrs. Hildegard hit Autumn on the arm.
“See! What did I tell you? Watch. I bet he jerks it off next. Have you ever seen a man cum?”
“Of course I haven’t,” Autumn said, unable to take her eyes from Grady’s naked flesh.
“You’re in for a treat then,” Mrs. Hildegard said, and Autumn noticed her putting her hand up inside her nightdress.
Mrs. Hildegard’s hand start moving vigorously inside the dress, and it was a moment before Autumn realized what she was doing. She was pleasuring herself.
She wanted to say something, to protest, but she said nothing.
They watched as Grady got down on the floor and began doing pushups before bed. The muscles in his back were perfectly visible. They rippled sensually as he exercised. His buttocks were so perfect and despite the terrible feeling in the pit of her stomach, a feeling of guilt for invading Grady’s privacy in this way, and a feeling of disgust that she was sitting next to a woman who was very obviously fingering herself, she couldn’t help imagining what it would be like to sit on Grady’s back and ride him like a horse.
She wanted to clench his muscular buttocks in her fingers and squeeze.
“Touch yourself if you want,” Mrs. Hildegard panted, getting more and more fired up as she flicked her fingers rapidly back and forth over her clit.
“That’s okay,” Autumn managed to say.
“Do it or I’ll send you down to Mr. Hildegard for a spanking.”
“I will not,” Autumn said, and stood up and left before she had to witness Mrs. Hildegard cum all over her hand.
CHAPTER 10
AUTUMN
Try as she might, Autumn could not get to sleep. Her mind kept wandering to Mrs. Hildegard in the next room, spying on Grady. For some time she could hear Mrs. Hildegard moaning quietly to herself as she masturbated, and when she finally went back down the stairs it was after midnight.
Autumn lay there and waited. She wondered if Mrs. Hildegard was gone for good. She wondered what Grady was doing now. Was he asleep? It certainly sounded like the entire house was asleep.
As quietly as she could, Autumn climbed out of bed and walked barefoot to the door. She opened her door carefully and went out to the hallway and checked the door to Betsy’s room. It opened with a loud creak and she froze, listening for any sign that Mrs. Hildegard had heard. She imagined that the old woman would guard jealously her little secret spying spot. She wouldn’t take kindly to Autumn stealing a little peek of her own.
When she was satisfied the coast was clear, she went quietly to the bed and pulled it back from the wall.
There was the hole, a little patch of light in the dark floor.
She sat down and peered through it. Grady was lying on the bed, on his back, staring up at the ceiling. Autumn saw his face and recoiled in fright, thinking he was looking right at her. Then she realized there was no way he could see her. She could see him clearly, down in the bright room, but to him, the tiny hole in the ceiling was nothing but a little black crack among countless others in the wooden panelling.
She gasped as she took in the view. There, lying before her, was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen in her life. Grady was completely naked, his body glistening in a light sweat after his pushups. He had the faint trace of a smile on his face and he was breathing deeply but slowly, perfectly relaxed.
Autumn’s eyes followed down over his tattooed chest, over his perfectly chiseled six pack, all the way to the cock. She leaned closer to the hole in the floor, trying to get a better look. She’d never before had the opportunity to look directly at a penis and she wasn’t going to waste this one. She felt guilty for spying but she told herself there were plenty worse things in the world than one curious girl taking a peek at a God of a man and getting a thrill from it.
She wasn’t doing any harm, she was just looking.
But then, wasn’t that what Mrs. Hildegard had been doing?
She felt her pussy dampen with desire as she stared intently at the semi-hard cock that was resting against Grady’s muscular thigh. She wondered what he’d think if he knew she was looking. Would he cover himself up, or would he put on a little show.
A wave of desire washed through her body at the thought of him putting on a show for her.
Her pussy was bare beneath her nightdress and she reached down and touched it, staring intently at Grady’s cock while she did so.
A part of her mind told her she was every bit as filthy as Mrs. Hildegard, but she couldn’t help it.
She ran a finger over the moist fold of her clit, pleasure tingling up through her.
To her surprise, at the very moment that she touched herself, Grady’s hand moved too. He reached down over his stomach and brushed his fingers over the shaft of his cock.
Autumn gasped. It was almost as if he was joining her in the stolen moment of pleasure, except for the fact there was no way he could know what she was doing.
She licked her finger and rubbed it more vigorously over her sensitive clit, all the while staring at Grady as his cock grew and stiffened. It rose up away from his body and pointed at the ceiling, at Autumn. She looked at Grady’s face and felt as if his beautiful, piercing eyes were looking right at her.
She imagined that she was lying on him, straddling him, and those eyes were really looking into hers. She imagined that his erect cock, now glistening and engorged from Grady stroking it, was inside her pussy. She had no idea what a cock would feel like in her pussy, until this moment the thought of it had terrified her, but now she knew it was something she wanted. A deep instinctual need inside told her she had to have it, she had to feel it. She had to know the pleasure of Grady’s cock sliding into her deep, delicious pussy and pouring its sticky seed inside her.
She’d do what Grady wanted.
She’d be his woman.
If he wanted, she’d do anything he asked.
He could stick that huge shaft inside her tiny spot and pour himself into her. Her pussy would swallow every drop he had to give her and beg for more. She’d be his, if only he asked.
And then something amazing happened. White semen gushed from the tip of Grady’s cock and flew up over his abs and chest, landing in a long streak over his tattooed muscles.
Autumn imagined it was pouring into her pussy, splashing against her cervix, and the thought of it pushed her over the edge. A surge of delicious pleasure gushed through her pussy and she gasped for air, clenching every muscle she had
as her climax overpowered her. She tried to contain herself, she tried to remain silent, but a cry of pure lust escaped her lips before she could stop herself.
She was looking at Grady’s face and saw his reaction.
He’d heard her!
She had no doubt.
He rose up, listening for the sound. She put her hand over her mouth, the very same hand that was soaking from her juices, and forced herself not to breathe, not to move, not to make the tiniest, faintest sound.
Grady looked up at the ceiling, almost second guessing whether he’d heard anything at all, and then grabbed a napkin from the table by his bed and cleaned up the mess he’d made on his chest.
Autumn looked at her fingers. She’d never cum so hard in her life. She was intoxicated. She wanted to cum again. She wanted more.
She wanted Grady.
CHAPTER 11
GRADY
Grady lay naked on the bed and allowed himself the pleasure of thinking about a woman for the first time in a very long while. Ever since Destiny’s mother had died, he’d been too hurt, too shocked, to even think about being intimate with a woman.
Now, his lust had returned and it was stronger than it had ever been in his life.
Something about that girl, Autumn, made him wild with desire. The way she carried herself, the way she spoke to him, the way she looked, pretty and sweet and innocent and oh so sexy. She was too much for him to resist.
Nineteen, almost twenty, she’d said.
Old enough, he’d thought.
Old enough to be with a man. Old enough to go all the way. Old enough to fall in love.
He wanted her, he wanted to be the one who took her from the innocence of girlhood into the wild, passionate experiences of full womanhood, and he wanted her to want him too.
As he lay there, his cock growing with desire, he gave in to his urges and began to stroke himself, picturing Autumn’s face as he did it. He imagined her sitting on his lap, looking down into his eyes, her delicious pussy clenched around his rigid cock like a fist gripping him.
He wanted her to cry out with pain and pleasure as he slid into her, stretching her around the one thing in life she was made to receive, a hard, naked cock. He wanted her to feel him cum, the muscles clench, the cock spurting semen into her tiny body so forcefully it would be like an ocean wave overpowering her in a storm.
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