by Nikki Palmer
Before he got into the truck, I wrapped both arms around him and just held him tight. It felt so good to be able to touch him. I tilted my head up and he kissed me passionately. I knew he needed to get off. I was 18, but I wasn’t a complete innocent. I pressed myself up against the bulge in his shorts, letting him know that I was more than willing to take care of it for him.
He pulled back and smiled down at me. “Was that your first time to climax?” he asked.
I grinned. “I’ve made myself climax while fantasizing about you, but I’ve never actually had a man touch me there before,” I told him honestly. “I loved it. Thank you.”
His grin grew bigger. “Every day in history, I felt like you were undressing me with your eyes. Did you ever pay attention in class?” he asked.
I laughed. “I drank in every word you said. I just did it while I imagined you throwing me down on your desk and fucking my brains out.”
He shook his head. “Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to hide my erections all year?”
“You think you hid them? I saw every one of them. I imagined dropped to my knees and unbuttoning your pants and sucking you every time,” I said.
He groaned. “The sad thing is I could always see that in your eyes. I need to get you home so you can get to work on time. I’d suggest showering and changing your panties,” he said with a wink.
I hugged him tightly one last time and walked to the passenger side of the truck. After we’d both buckled up and were headed back to Justice, I asked, “When will I see you again?”
“When are you moving?” he asked.
“I have tomorrow off work and Mr. Richardson is going to drop me off at the boarding house with all my stuff around noon. I should have it totally put away by one. It’s not like I have a lot. Mainly just my clothes and a couple of photo albums from when my parents were alive,” I said.
“How about I pick you up around five and take you out for a nice dinner?” he asked.
He wanted to see me three days in a row? “That would be great!” I know I sounded too enthusiastic, but I just didn’t care. I loved the idea of seeing him again so soon. “Do I need to dress up? Like a skirt? Or jeans?”
He thought about that for a minute. “I’d like to take you somewhere nice, so why don’t you plan on a skirt or a dress? I’ll probably be wearing a sport jacket.”
I gulped. Wow. A real grown up date. “Sounds good!”
He pulled up to the corner that was our drop-off spot. I slid across the seat and kissed his cheek and got out. I’d be seeing him tomorrow. Who could have imagined life being this good?
*****
As soon as I got up the following morning, I stripped my bed and washed all my bedding. I wanted to make it easy for Mrs. Richardson to get my room ready for the next kid who came along. All of my things were nicely packed and ready to go.
When I walked into the kitchen for breakfast, the Richardsons were sitting there with Nathaniel. The whole kitchen was decorated, and Mrs. Richardson had made pancakes with sausage for breakfast. She knew they were my favorite. They had laid out a couple of small gifts for me and a card. It was nice.
One of the gifts was a new set of sheets for my bed at the boarding house. I was thrilled. I was thinking I’d have to buy a set that day. I could live with just one, but I couldn’t live with none. I had no idea who had slept in that bed before me. I was actually pretty grossed out by the idea of sleeping there.
The second gift was a nice backpack for college. My old one had ripped the last week of school, so it was nice to have a nice new one. The card was nice and sweet, talking about me graduating and moving on. Mrs. Richardson had obviously made it herself on her old PC. There was a $50 bill in the card. The money brought tears to my eyes. I knew they didn’t have it to spare.
“You shouldn’t have,” I said.
“We’ve enjoyed having you here, Nikole,” Mrs. Richardson said. “You’ve helped so much more than you ever needed to. We’re really sorry to see you go. Please know that you’re welcome to come back and visit anytime.”
“Thank you.” My smile encompassed all of them. I knew I wouldn’t be coming back to visit, and honestly, I think they knew it, too. The gesture was nice all the same.
Mrs. Richardson hugged me as her husband carried my things out to the car a couple of hours later. I knew I’d truly miss Nathaniel, but there was nothing else there that I’d miss. They were nice enough, but they weren’t my parents, and I had formed no real ties to them.
Mr. Richardson drove through the small town, stopping in front of my boarding house. I looked at the white peeling paint, and the falling down fence, and tried to force a smile. “Thanks for everything, Mr. Richardson.”
He patted my hand. He’d never even touched me before, so that was a little unusual. Of course, he knew the circumstances of why I was yanked from my last foster home in the middle of the night, so he wouldn’t want to scare me.
He helped me carry my things up to my upstairs bedroom. I’d be sharing a bathroom with three other people. The room was filthy, but I was planning on walking to the store on the corner and getting some cleaning supplies. It would be fine. He looked around the room sadly. I knew he didn’t want to leave me there, but he didn’t have a choice and neither did I. I thanked him again as he left.
I quickly made up the bed, and put all my things on it. I didn’t want them even touching the floor. I walked to the store on the corner, and bought what I needed. The fifty was mostly gone when I was done, but at least I hadn’t had to dip into the small amount I’d been able to save since starting my job.
By the time four rolled around, my room was spotless, and I’d tackled the filthy bathroom as well. It had been so dirty that I wouldn’t even pee in it. Now I felt like I could shower there and get clean.
I carefully showered and dressed for my date. I had a pink skirt that came to my ankles and a sleeveless white satiny top that I was going to wear. It was what I’d worn to my graduation, but I was sure that Bryan hadn’t been there that night. I could always feel his presence and I hadn’t.
I brushed my hair until it gleamed, deciding to do nothing else with it. It was long and fell past my elbows.
I decided to forgo panty hose and stepped into the pumps I’d purchased used for my graduation. I looked at myself in the cloudy mirror above the old beat-up particle board dresser. I looked good. Maybe I could talk him into taking me back to his place tonight. I sure would have loved to return the favor he’d done me yesterday. If he didn’t want full-out sex, then fine. We could still get each other off.
I picked up my tiny little white purse. It had almost nothing in it. No one had ever bothered to help me get a driver’s license, so I had just been issued a state ID. It was held in a wallet with $10 which was the remainder of the cash I had after spending money earlier. I had my debit card in there as well. Nothing else. I’d never had money to buy make-up, and never learned to apply it for that matter. I didn’t care. Bryan didn’t seem to either. Maybe someday.
He knocked on the door of the boarding house at 5:00. The woman who ran the house, Margaret, had sent him up to my room. I’d already told her I wouldn’t be there for dinner. She didn’t care if you were there or not, as long as you let her know and she didn’t fix too much. She lived in one of the rooms on the first floor.
He knocked on my door, and I opened it, smiling at him. I was embarrassed that he saw where I was living, but then realized that I really didn’t need to hide anything from him. He understood where I was coming from better than most men would have.
He looked around the room. “It’s very clean,” he said.
I smiled. “I spent most of the day taking care of that.”
He grinned. “Are you ready to go?” He looked so good. He wore a black suit, a white shirt, and a red tie. I thought he’d wear something more casual, but he could have been going to a wedding in that get up.
I nodded. “You look fabulous, Bryan,” I whispered, kissing hi
m quickly.
He took my hand and led me to the door. This part of town was run-down enough that you were unlikely to see anyone you knew. It was more the college area.
I locked my room, and we went down the rickety stairs. I told Margaret that I didn’t know when I’d be back. She eyed Bryan warily. “Take care of the girl.”
He nodded. “I will.”
Margaret was old enough to be my grandmother. Her face was lined with age, and her hair was dyed an unnatural shade of red. She was nice, though, and had taken a liking to me.
Bryan pulled onto the highway and started driving. “I made reservations in St. Cloud. Is that okay with you?”
St. Cloud was about an hour drive, but I didn’t mind. It meant I got to spend more time with him.
“Sounds good to me. What restaurant?” I asked. I’d lived in St. Cloud until the previous year. I’d lived in different parts of the city, but it had been my home all my life.
“Are you familiar with St. Cloud?” he asked surprised.
Hadn’t I told him that? “Yeah, I lived there ‘til last year when I moved in with the Richardsons. I lived with my parents, and four different foster families there.”
“I see. I lived there with my adoptive parents after my parents signed their rights away.”
Signed their rights away? Why had I assumed his parents had died like mine had? “I thought your parents had died, too,” I said quietly.
He laughed harshly. “If only. No, my parents kept me around for the welfare money, and because they needed a punching bag. Social services took me away, and my birth parents signed their rights away immediately. I lived with them ‘til I was eight.”
“I’m sorry,” I said. I meant it, too. My parents had made sure that I knew I was the most important thing in their lives. I missed them every day. There had never been any harsh treatment.
He shrugged. “It was a long time ago. My adoptive parents made up for it as best they could.”
“There was a little boy at the Richardson’s. His name was Nathaniel. He was only a few months old when he got there, but his father had burned him,” I said. “I did my best to make up for how his parents treated him. He woke up screaming in the middle of the night most nights.”
“It wasn’t that bad for me,” he said. I could see by his face that it had been, but that he wasn’t going to talk about it, so I didn’t press matters.
He parked the truck outside a small restaurant that I’d never been to. I’d never even heard of it. Of course, I could eat sawdust and be happy as long as I was with Bryan.
I got out of the truck a bit shakily because of my heels. I’ll admit I had never worn heels. A lot of girls that age had worn them for years, but I did well to have jeans and a t-shirt to wear.
Bryan put a hand against my back to keep me from falling. I was so embarrassed. I didn’t want him to think that I’d gotten all dressed up in heels and everything just to impress him. Of course, I had, but did I really want him thinking that?
He slipped an arm around me as he led me to the door. His touch made me think of the things he’d done to my body yesterday, and I felt my pussy getting wet. I wondered how he’d react if I leaned over and whispered, “I want you,” into his ear. I thought about it, but I really was hungry, and decided I’d save that for after dinner.
The host, or I guess maître d in this fancy of a place, led us to a small table off in a corner. I was thrilled to have a table away from the traffic. Bryan held my chair for me, and I felt so cherished.
He sat down across from me and picked up his menu. We spent a minute looking over the choices. I was astonished at the prices, and immediately went looking for salads. I appreciated him bring me out to eat, but I didn’t want to be the one to break the bank for him. I chose a salad with chicken strips and bleu cheese dressing. It was still crazy expensive, but at least it wasn’t like some of the higher dollar meals.
I set my menu down, and saw that he’d been watching me. I smiled, liking that he’d watched me decide what to eat. “You are really beautiful,” he said softly.
I reached across the table and took hold of his hand. He’d never complimented my looks before. I felt a thrill run through me. “Thanks.” I was excited that he had started treating me more like a woman he was interested in and less like a student.
We talked quietly while waiting for the waiter to come and take our order. Once we’d placed it, he invited me to dance. I immediately stood and followed him out to the dance floor. My dad had danced with me a lot when I was little, but I hadn’t done any dancing since. I’d felt like an outcast for so long, that it was wonderful to see other women sending me envying glances.
He held me close as we swayed back and forth to the music the small band was playing. I could feel his cock pushing against me insistently, and I pulled his head down to whisper in his ear, “I want you.”
His eyes lit with passion at my words. “I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
I grinned slyly up at him. “That’s why you’re a better person than me,” I whispered, “I do want to take advantage of you. I want to get you naked and feel your cock sliding deep inside me.”
His whole body shuddered. “You are going to kill me, Nikki.”
I rested my cheek against his shoulder as if I’d said nothing. His reactions to my words made me feel so powerful.
He kept me in front of him as we walked back to the table. I knew he was trying to hide his erection. We ate our meal slowly, talking about everything from politics to the weather.
Once we were in the truck headed back toward town, he asked me if I’d ever been to the lake at night. “It’s beautiful there,” he told me.
“I haven’t. I’d love to, though.”
“Do you have to work tomorrow?” he asked. I thought it was cute that he sounded so responsible all the time.
“Yes, but not until four. I can stay out as late as I want.”
He looked over at me and grinned. I wanted to touch him so badly. “Okay, let’s go see the lake.”
We drove to the same spot on the lake we’d been to the previous day, and he helped me out of the truck, and slipped an arm around me as we walked down to the lake. It was beautiful. The small ripples made by the bugs that landed on it made it enchanting. It was like we were in another world, separated from everyone else.
We stood looking out over it for several minutes, when I turned to him, and slipped my arms around him, embracing him tightly. He bent down and kissed me sweetly.
A little imp made me ask, “Did you get yourself taken care of after you dropped me off yesterday.”
He half laughed. “I went home and read some Shaina Richmond. That helped me take care of myself.”
“Shaina Richmond?” I asked.
“She’s a writer of erotica. Very sexy stuff!” he told me.
I laughed. “Did she give you any ideas that you could act out with me?”
He sighed. “I don’t need any ideas with you. That’s the problem. My head is full of ideas for you.”
I reached down and trailed a finger along his fly. “Show me?” I held my breath as I waited for his response. Hopefully he still had the blanket in the truck. A bed would be nice, but I would be thrilled with a blanket under the stars for our first time.
He stared down into my eyes. “Are you sure you’re ready?”
My heart skipped a beat as I nodded.
He took my hand and led me to the cabin. When we got to the door, he reached in his pocket and pulled out his keys. “You know that friend of mine that lives here?”
“Yeah,” I answered.
“He’s me.”
He unlocked the door and pushed it wide for me to go in. The house was neat, but not spotless. It looked like it had been picked up especially for my visit, but could definitely use a dusting. I liked that he’d taken the time to pick up for me.
He turned around and locked the door behind him, taking my hand and leading me through the cabin to the bedroom. “
I live here during the summers and in an apartment near the school during the school year. I come out every chance I get during the school year.”
It was only about a half hour drive here from town, but in the winter, that half hour could be treacherous. It made sense for him to have two places.
I looked around at everything as he pulled me through. I knew he was in a hurry to get to the bedroom, and so was I, but I was also desperately curious about him. The impression I got from my quick walk through the place was very woodsy and masculine. It suited him in a lot of ways.
He pushed me onto the bed in a sitting position and knelt at my feet. He removed one shoe, and then the other, bringing my foot to his mouth to brush his lips across the arch. I tingled. No one had ever told me that a kiss on the foot could be quite so erotic. I sucked in a breath and he smiled up at me.
