"Hello, Jack? Ehrr, hi...this is Tanya. Ummm, I know that this is all sudden...and that it's late...and this is somewhat strange...ooh, this isn't coming out right...but...if you're not doing anything...could I come over?"
Although the request was unexpected on a rainy Friday night of a three-day weekend, it was not unwelcome. Tanya was a Eurasian sports medicine intern who started this summer at the gym where I exercise regularly.
"Sure, just let me put my pants on...ha, ha...then I come and pick you up. It's pouring cats and dogs over here. Is it over there?"
"Aah, Jack, I'm standing just outside your walkway...and yes, it sure is pouring out here!"
Flinging my front door open, I quickly ushered a soak-wet Tanya into my house. "What the heck are you doing out in this lousy weather?"
"I was bored so I when for a jog...yes, yes, I know what you're going to say, Jack...but who would want to molest a sweaty ugly stick-like girl like me? I am not ugly? Why thank you, Jack. Anyway...I got to the turn-around point when the sky just opened and drenched me to the bone. I would have run back to my dorm but look what happened to my old running shoes in all this water. Look."
With that, Tanya lifted her right leg to show me that the sole has separated from the rest of her shoe. However, because her leg was so slender, her baggy jogging shorts easily opened to reveal her wet liner-covered camel-toed pussy. Stepping forward to look at her shoe (and her pussy) I also noticed how her wet thin top was plastered to her flat chest, enticingly molding to two very noticeable nipple bumps.
"You're shivering and will catch your death of cold if you don't get out of your wet clothes. Why don't you take a hot shower to warm up? You'll find a fresh towel in the bathroom linen closet. I'm sorry that I don't have any female clothing for you to wear but I can get you a comfortable t-shirt if you don't mind."
"A t-shirt will do just fine since that's all I wear when I'm in my dorm room. Brrrrh, where your bathroom? I'm making a puddle on your wooden floor and my teeth are beginning to chatter. Just place the t-shirt on the doorknob. I'll get it when I've dried off. Don't worry, Jack. I'll try not to shock you too much with glimpses of my scrawny body."
While Tanya was showering, I recalled the time we met at the turn of summer. The first thing that struck me was her six-foot height... towered six-fricking-inches over my height-challenged stature. The second thing was how super-skinny Tanya was...like pancake-flat, no-ass, and very slender legs. This made me feel bummed since I was the rolly-polly type. But what really shocked me was when I found that Tanya was only nineteen-year-old...some fifty years younger than me...half-a-fucking-century!
So, there we were - the out of shape, short, chubby, old fart and the fit, tall, skinny teenager. As the oddballs of the gym, it was somehow natural that we were drawn together. Tanya helped me with stretching and exercising, and I helped her take the theory of sports medicine into real-life practicality. In the process we gradually became friends, sharing, talking and texting each other about the silliest things, and looking forward to seeing each other at my next session.
We could do this because I was a widower with a wife who passed away decades ago. My two kids had moved away long ago with one in Boston and the other in Tampa. They got jobs, married, settled down, and had kids whom I seldom see. While I puttered around my house and had my routines, life had become tedious, and without meaning or much happiness. Tanya who was a strange mix of naïveté, quirkiness, and candor was a breath of fresh air in my otherwise musty and dim existence.
For Tanya, she was unattached and alone since both of her parents had tragically passed away in a car accident when she was a young girl.
"I can remember being forced to live with my father's bitter parents on their pig farm and can still smell to stink even to today. They constantly reminded me that their precious son had disobeyed them by marrying some 'foreign bitch.' They didn't mind him screwing her or even knocking her up, but they didn't want him marrying the slut and definitely not bringing her half-blood brat home. To them I was just another farm hand whom they didn't have to pay. I quickly learned that "mixed-breeds'...as if I was some sort of dog...were an unwelcome oddity in their vanilla society in the heartlands of America.
"Tanya, you're part-Asian, aren't you? You have high cheekbones, slightly almond-shaped eyes, and ivory-toned skin."
"Yes, my mother was a Japanese national who met my father, a tall lanky white country boy, while they were attending UCLA. They fell in love, married much to the ire and disdain of my father's family, and had me. As you may have guessed, I got my height, physical build, and this light brown hair from my father.
"I also inherited his athletic drive, but quickly discovered that I was terrible at team sports...too skinny, very uncoordinated, not aggressive enough...and deemed more as a liability than as an asset. Long-distance running turned out to be my thing. Running enabled me to be by myself...run as fast and as long as I wanted...and most of all, escape my troubles...my grandparents, their pig farm, the small community mentality, and my nasty classmates. I quickly became an endorphin junkie.
"Well, to make a long story short, I move as far away from my grandparents and their pig farm when I graduated and move to Hawaii. Although my parents left me a good-size trust, I couldn't touch it without the consent of my grandparents until I reach twenty-one. Just to be spiteful because they had lost a free farm hand, my grandparents refused to use the trust to support me. My twinkling eyes are brown because of the all the shit I had to put up with to pay my way through colllege. I cover my tuition and fees with student loans, but my dorm and the local cost living are really killing me. Somehow I have to hang on for the next two years."
"Why, honey-child," I drawled lecherously, "you could always move in with me...pant... pant...I'm a lonely widower with a three-bedroom house with only me rumbling around in it...pant... pant...drool...drool..."
At first, Tanya was startled by my comment and accompanying sound effects, then a big tooth grin brightened her narrow pretty face as she caught on that I was teasing her. "Why, Jack, I never knew you were such a dirty old man..."
"I'm a very old, old dirty old man and don't you forget it," I quickly added to kid Tanya some more, "especially when it comes to a cutie like you...pant... pant...drool...drool... slobber...slobber...slobber..."
"Hmmm, well, you better watch it, you perverted gramps. I may just appear on your doorstep one day...ha, ha! I may seem really nice on the outside but you don't know how really, really wicked I am on the inside."
"Ooh, I hope so...I hope so..."
"Hey, Jack! I'm all warm and dry," Tanya called from the bathroom, yanking me out of my memories and into the present. "Ready or not, here I come!"
I had to stop myself from uttering a gasp as Tanya stepped out of the bathroom. With her damp long hair fell about her shoulders, she looked absolutely stunning in my white t-shirt. Her t-shirt was so big that it hung casually off one shoulder, causing the V-neck opened to a wide neckline. Its hem fell to her mid-thighs like some bedroom mini-skirt, and the thin material tantalizing molded to and highlighted Tanya's pert nipples.
"Ta-da!" Tanya exclaimed, throwing her arms up and causing the hem of her t-shirt to rise dangerously up her thighs. "Hey - I look alright, don't I," she quickly said when she saw my astonished look, not knowing just how incredibly sexy she looked.
"You look unbelievable," I murmured before lightening up what I had just said with "for a scrawny mangy mutt fresh out of the rain."
