The characters and events in this story are the inventions of the author's imagination. Any similarity to real people and events is only coincidence.
This is the third story in the Katrina series. My thanks to all the readers who made the first two stories my most widely read to date, and special thanks to those who voted for the stories. I know it is dangerous to assume, but I'll do it any way and say that I must have done something right with these stories. It is my hope that this one lives up to what has gone before. Please enjoy.
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That late spring and the following summer turned out to be very memorable for me. Katrina, the daughter of friends and twin of my daughter's boy friend, had decided she wanted to lose her virginity. She had chosen me to be the one to help her become a sexual being. After overcoming my shock at the request I realized that she was serious about her desire. I accepted her offer rather than have her choose a partner without the skills or consideration to help her get what she wanted and maybe cause needless physical and emotional harm. When we had achieved Katrina's goal I suggested that I would be willing to help her learn about the art of lovemaking and she readily agreed. We had just completed our first lesson and Katrina had left to go off with her parents.
As I walked back to the kitchen to clean up after lunch I began to think about our last coupling and the discussion just before. Katrina's expression of words of love toward me had caught me a little off guard but was not totally unexpected. So far we had had two encounters that were very erotic and intense. It was only natural that Katrina's lack of romantic and sexual experience would let the intense sexual feelings she had toward me be seen as the emotion of love by her. I tried to deflect her claim as a result of lust and believed that in time her feelings would become more appropriate to our relationship.
What bothered me more was my reaction to her words. My heart had skipped a beat just as it did the first time a girl had expressed feelings more than just liking me. I felt a sudden flood of emotion toward this young woman that my rational mind told me was totally inappropriate. I had been a widower for two years without female companionship of any kind and immediately assumed that my own lack of romance and sex was causing my emotional self to get confused just like Katrina's. I finished in the kitchen and headed upstairs to get dressed. Despite my recent rationalizations I still could not rid myself of the emptiness I felt since Katrina left.
When I came back down stairs I decided I needed to occupy my mind with things other than Katrina for a while. If I stayed at home I would probably brood about the situation so I thought getting out would help. I remembered I needed parts in order to do the tune-up on my Cobra Daytona Coupe kit car and decided now was as good a time as any to get them. All the car keys were on a rack in the kitchen and when I got there my hand automatically reached for the Cobra's keys. The Cobra held too many memories of Katrina I decided since I had used it to take her to dinner before our first encounter. I grabbed the keys to the Lexis and headed out the door.
I hoped that by keeping mentally and physically occupied my mind would sort itself out and I could cope better with my feelings about Katrina. At the auto parts store I took my time roaming through the aisles before making my purchases. When I finished there I went to the Home Depot. I knew I could loose myself for a couple of hours looking at things for the house and the yard. By the time I finished I was hungry and headed to the mall for a bite. After eating I window-shopped and ended up near the multiplex theater. A Mel Gibson movie was playing and I always enjoyed his performances so decided to see it. I returned home about 10 PM and checked my email in the company of two fingers of single malt scotch. By 11:30 I was ready for bed and congratulated my self at being able to remove Katrina from my thoughts during that day.
It was a good thing I didn't break my arm patting myself on the back about Katrina. Visions of the beautiful young woman danced through my dreams all night. I woke up Sunday morning almost back where I started the day before. After a light breakfast I was reading the paper with my second or third cup of coffee and found I kept looking at my watch. Then I remembered that Katrina said she would call today. The realization that I was brooding about her call told me I needed more physical and mental activity. I changed into cutoffs an old sweatshirt with the sleeves cut out and sneakers then headed to the garage. The Cobra was waiting for me and I pushed the button to raise the door and let in the beautiful spring sunshine and breeze. Then I slipped a Beach Boys tape into the player and popped the hood on the Cobra.
A while later the Beach Boys were singing about their little Cobra and I was elbows deep into mine. I was bent over the fender putting the final touches on before I plugged the computer in to do the fine-tuning. My mind was so involved in what I was doing I was totally unaware of anything around me. That was why I jumped when I felt two warm soft hands suddenly running up the bare skin of my back under the sweatshirt. My head hit the hood of the car hard and I yelled grabbing my head as I turned around. The soft hands were snatched from my back when I yelled and I found them covering Katrina's soft lips and her crystal blue eyes huge as saucers above them.
"Oh Brad, I'm so sorry," she said through her hands. "Does it hurt real bad?"
I held my hand on my head as I said; "It doesn't feel good."
"Do you want me to get some ice to put on it?" She asked as she put her hands on my chest.
"No. It'll be all right in a minute I think."
She started to giggle and I began to see the humor myself and couldn't help laughing too. Katrina leaned in to plant a light kiss on my lips. As she did my hands found her bare sides and tickled. She jumped back laughing.
"You minx, you scared the daylights out of me."
"I'm really sorry. If I'd known you were so involved I would have let you know I was here. I just wanted to surprise you that's all." She looked like a little girl caught in her mom's make up.
"Well, I guess I forgive you," I said and kissed her on the nose. I stepped back and got my first good look at her. She was wearing red hot pants that showed of her great legs and buns. The halter-top she wore showed the lovely swell of her ample breasts and the nipples staring at me said she had no bra under it. Her soft blond hair was loose on her shoulders.
"What were you up to," she asked?
"I was trying to finish a tune up on the Cobra," I replied.
"Oh, can I help?"
"Sure, if you want. You can start by getting the tools I dropped under the car when I hit my head."
She dropped to her knees to look under the car. When she leaned forward to reach for the tools her luscious buns stretched the material of the hot pants. I had to resist the temptation to give them a playful swat but one sore head was enough for now. She turned out to be quite helpful. She explained that she helped her brother on his car and that's how she knew the difference between a screwdriver and a wrench. A short while later I plugged in the computer and asked her to turn it on for me. I reached inside the car to hit the ignition and the big engine came to life with a low rumble. As I went to the computer to check the readings I noticed a smudge of grease on her nose. She must have rubbed her nose with a greasy hand. I reached over with a rag and wiped it off for her.
When I finished checking every thing out I turned off the engine and disconnected the computer. After I closed the hood and cleaned a few smudges off the finish we went into the mudroom to clean up.
