Sam knew something was up as soon as he got home. The rock that always hid his spare key was turned over. He didn't know why he kept that thing there; in case he locked himself out, he guessed. Well, it wasn't there now.
He approached the door and opened it cautiously, cringing at the creek of the hinge. So far nothing out of order. He padded into the foyer and peeked around toward the living room. Huh. Legs. He saw a pair of legs cocked over the armrest of his sofa, a pair of bare feet swinging back and forth. Bare legs, too, at least up to mid thigh where the back of the couch cut off his view. They were slender, just a bit curvy, young and female. Her plastic flip flops were kicked onto the floor beneath cute feet flashing cherry red toenails.
He watched for a few seconds, and caught sight of her phone in her hand a couple of times above the sofa, dangling a pink headphone cord. He relaxed and approached. As he cleared the edge and saw her face, he stopped and did a double take.
"Katie, is that you?"
She saw him and her face broke into a huge smile. "Hi, Mr. Hadron! Yeah, remember me?" she asked, pulling her earphones free.
"Of course I do," he said with a laugh. Kat's family had lived next door for years and Sam had gotten to be good friends with her parents and almost like an uncle to her, over the course of dozens of combined backyard BBQ's and pool parties. Hell, they used to watch the game at one neighbor's house or the other practically every weekend. But her family had moved out of the state a number of years ago and they'd all kind of lost touch. The last time he saw Katie she was getting Barbie's hair stuck in the hot tub jets and building castles in the sandbox with the grown-ups' beer cups.
"What's it been, eight years?" he asked, taking in the sight before him. She wasn't a little girl anymore, that much was certain. The tiny t-shirt of a dress she had on was stretched nearly to its limit over her substantial breasts, her large nipples pressing into the thin cotton. It would have been about mid-thigh length standing up, but lying on the cushions on her back as she was, with her legs kicked up over the armrest, made it sit a good deal higher on her. Right up to the edge, he thought, not quite able to see anything much besides enticing expanses of tender inner thigh.
"Yeah, I think so," she agreed. "I just graduated a couple of months ago."
"Wow, congratulations Kat!"
"Thanks Mr. Hadron," she beamed.
"Kat, you're all grown up now. You call me Sam, alright?"
She grinned. "Okay, Sam."
"So, what's the story? What brings you out here?"
"Well, Mr--er, I mean, well, Sam, I had my eighteenth birthday a while back. And my parents just haven't been very understanding of my needs for, you know, more privacy and independence, now that I'm an adult. I kind of wanted to get away from all that. And I've been missing the beach out this way. I thought, maybe, if I asked you, I might be able to stay here for a bit. Just while I look for a place of my own."
"Ah, I see." He walked around in front of the sofa. "Well that could be alright, I suppose, but there'd be a few things to work out, I think." He paced a little. "You see I've got just the one bedroom in here. Just the one bed."
"Oh, I wouldn't mind crashing here on the couch," she said, with a pleading look.
"Oh, no, I couldn't make you do that. It's really just kind of a love seat. Look how your legs hang off. No, I think I'll have to share the bed with you. It's really plenty large and I couldn't make you cram in here when I have all that space to myself."
She was nodding along, realizing he wasn't saying no. "Well that does sound better," she agreed.
He stopped pacing and reached down to pull his shirt up over his head. He tossed it aside and looked at her. "There's just a little hiccup," he said. The girl's eyes had gone a little round.
"What do you mean, Mr, er, Sam?"
He unbuttoned his pants, and hooked his thumbs into his boxers, starting to ease them down. Her eyes went even wider in surprise as his penis came into view.
"You see, Kat, I sleep in the nude." He pushed the pants the rest of the way down and stepped out. His cock hung heavy and thick, swinging between his thighs as he moved, and he enjoyed the way her eyes followed it, mesmerized. "I sleep like this," he continued, gesturing at his naked body. "So if we're going to share a bed we have to be sure that you'll be okay with that."
"Oh." She was silent for a moment, taking him in. His cock was filling, slowly, just from the pleasure of her attention. And perhaps a bit of anticipation. Finally, she nodded. "I don't mind, Sam."
"Good." He smiled. "Now, how about you?"
"What about me?"
"Well, you're not a girl anymore. A woman like you, I'm sure, doesn't wear pajamas to bed, does she?"
"Oh, no," she shook her head quickly. "Of course not."
"Right. I mean, some young women might still wear a little something. But not a woman so mature for her age as you, I bet."
"No, you're right, Sam," she nodded. "I sleep naked all the time. Been doing it for a while now."
