Dan Connors tossed his keys and wallet on his kitchen table. It was an unusually warm April afternoon, so Dan had used his boss' absence as an excuse to skip out of work a few hours early. He loosened his tie and cracked open a cold beer from the fridge.
At 30 years old, Dan was rarity in his neighborhood- a single man in a community filled with families. But with his parents retiring and moving to Florida a few years earlier, Dan had taken the opportunity to move into his parents' old home.
Sitting down to check out what was on TV, Dan heard the sound of a car door closing across the street and looked out the window to see his neighbor's daughter, Emily White, getting dropped off from soccer practice. Dan had been eyeing Emily since he first moved in and since her recent 18th birthday he felt a lot less guilty about his increasingly frequent and wild fantasies about her. With a perfectly toned and tanned body, Emily was the object of desire of not only her fellow high school seniors but also her sex-starved neighbor.
The quick glimpse of Emily was enough to make Dan wander over to his DVD collection where he decided a showing of "Barely Legal, Volume 24" would be the perfect way to take advantage of his sudden arousal. Just as he was about to get started, his doorbell rang. Tossing the DVD case on the table, he hopped to the door, figuring he'd be chasing away a pesky door-to-door salesman.
Much to his surprise and delight, standing on his doorstep was Emily. The sleeves on her gray t-shirt were rolled up to her shoulders and her red nylon soccer shorts clung to her well-defined thighs. With her shoulder length brown hair up in a ponytail, her face was still flush from a clearly strenuous practice. Drops of sweat slowly drizzled off her forehead, but Dan's gaze wandered to her warm brown eyes.
"Hi Mr. Connors," Emily said with a youthful, playful tone. "Seems like I've misplaced my house keys. My parents aren't going to be home until later. I was wondering if you'd be neighborly and let me crash at your place for a few hours until they get home."
Dan didn't hesitate. "Of course. Come on in," he said, stepping aside to allow Emily to enter. Despite her recent workout, her body still had the fresh, inviting scent of perfume that younger girls wear- a sweet mix of strawberries and vanilla.
"Although I do have one rule. You can't call me Mr. Connors. For Christ's sake, I'm not that old."
"Ok, Mr. Conn--, I mean, Dan," she stammered as she tossed her gym bag by the couch.
"Can I get you something to drink?"
"Sure, a glass of water would be great," Emily eagerly replied.
"Coming up. Make yourself at home," he said. Heading to the kitchen, Dan's mind was a buzz with possibilities. Having Emily alone in his house was often how his fantasies began and her nubile body was even more tempting in person than it was in his mind's eye.
"So I see you like 'em young," Emily called out from the living room.
