With sunlight streaming through the thin curtains, she woke up. Rolling over with a groan she allowed her eyes to focus on the clock...11:18am. She'd wasted the best part of the day!
'Shit, I really need to get a job' she thought. But not just yet. She had just finished 6th form college and turned 18 a few weeks before, and she had the whole summer ahead of her before going off to University. Some time to relax.
She lived with her Dad, an only child. Her Mum had left them when she was 10, and her Dad hadn't remarried. He had always treated her well and done a fantastic job as a single parent, never shying from the 'difficult' talks and lessons while also allowing her to have her freedom to a safe extent.
Knowing she was alone in the house, she rolled out of bed and padded down the hallway to take a shower. Stopping to appraise herself in the full length mirror in the hall; grabbing her tits and giving them a shake. Nice handfuls, not too big or too small. Nice and perky!
Turning sideways, gaze moved down to her wide hips and peachy ass. She was slim, not skinny and a perfect hourglass shape. Her naturally blonde hair framed her face and reached down to the top of her shoulders.
'Wonder why I can't keep a boyfriend...' she mused to herself. 'Probably because I don't put out!' She allowed herself a couple of rubs of her clit, and shuddered. She didn't really know why she hadn't had sex with any of her past boyfriends yet...it's not that she wasn't a horny teenager like her friends, and had used dildos and vibrators like them. It just didn't feel right with any of the boys she'd been with. And they all had tiny dicks!
Regaining focus, she continued down the hallway and took her shower. Returning to her room she opened the curtains wide and took in the weather, a beautiful sunny day which was a rarity in UK. Taking full advantage, she threw on a light summer dress with no bra. She only planned on sitting in the garden, so decided to leave off her panties too.
Picking up her phone for the first time of the day, she saw a text from her Dad: "Hey Sweety, I've just had to nip out to run some errands. I'll be back around 1pm. Remember Clive is coming to stay for a few days, and is arriving around the same time'
'Shit' she thought, for the second time in half an hour. 'I forgot about Uncle Clive'.
He was not really her Uncle, just her Dad's best friend. He'd moved 3 hours away a few years ago for work and regularly came back to visit. 'Better put some knickers on after all' and grabbed a pair of white cotton panties from her drawer.
The day progressed without incident, until a knock on the door right on time...'must be Uncle Clive' as she headed to the door to let him in.
'Christ! You've changed!' She said when she opened the door. She hadn't seen Clive for a couple of years as she had been away on school trips the last couple of times he'd visited. He stood around a half foot taller than her, and was a lot more tanned than she remembered. His stomach was flatter and he had definitely been working out. His dark hair was taking on a few streaks of silver.
Much to her embarrassment, the sight of him instantly made her pussy lips tingle. She shook it off and chided herself for being ridiculous. He's way too old!
'You can talk!' He replied 'you're an absolute knockout!' The tingle became a quivering and she felt her knees weaken slightly as she blushed. 'Stop it' she said with a shy smile. 'Plus, dad will be back any minute in any case' she thought to herself'
He didn't bring much but she helped him with his bags anyway, up to the spare room. Coming back down to the kitchen she put the kettle on and made a drink for them both.
Settling on the sofa in the lounge, they made small talk....weather, work, school...the usual shit. Time seemed to pass quickly with easy conversation, and it seemed every few minutes she was either catching him looking at her with lustful eyes or he was catching her doing the same. Inevitably, the subject of boys came up.
'Tell me then, do you have a boyfriend yet? Surely with that body and personality you're beating them off with a stick?'
'Unfortunately not...it seems I have a reputation...' she replied. He just raised his eyebrow in that quizzical way I remember. 'A reputation....as a prude' she was embarrassed to say.
'Oh! Really?' 'Yes it would seem that turning down just one or two pushy boys is enough for that these days'
He shook his head in disbelief 'this is the difference between boys and men I'm afraid, maturity!'
A few seconds passed in awkward silence as she considered what to say next. He broke it with 'hey, where's your dad anyway? Shouldn't he be here by now?'
