He arrived in town hot and frustrated after a long drive and a seemingly endless search for the house where he was to be billeted for the weekend. He’d almost given up, and when at last he found the right address, a run-down place in a seedy part of town, with an untrimmed lawn and a broken fence, he wanted to turn away to look for a motel. He was also nervous leaving his van unattended at the curb for even a few minutes with most of his expensive photographic equipment inside.
But that was when a vision of erotic temptation came into view and all choice was abandoned.
“Are you the guy staying with us for the weekend?” a sweet teenage voice asked him.
She’d come quietly up the walk behind him, and as he turned to face her he had to make an effort to stop his jaw gaping open.
“I am,” he managed to mumble, his eyes travelling swiftly up and down the awesome spectacle in front of him.
She was blonde, with greenish blue eyes, a stunningly pretty face and golden brown thighs that seemed to go on forever but eventually disappeared under one of the shortest skirts he’d ever seen. This navy blue item was matched by a blazer with reddish piping and a complicated insignia on the breast pocket. A dark blue tie over a crisp white shirt completed the ensemble, along with white knee socks and a cute straw boater hat. He was amazed to notice that she was examining him almost as closely as he was examining her.
“Come on inside and I’ll show you around,” she went on, moving past him and climbing the steps to the front door. “My name’s Ashley. What’s yours?”
“Kent,” he muttered.
She had a school satchel over one shoulder and as she maneuvered past him it nudged the camera case strung around his neck. He always carried his most valuable camera with him in readiness for the unexpected shot. The sight of her gave him the urge to start photographing her right then and there, though his camera would never have been able to capture the heavy roll of one loose breast inside her shirt, or the ripple of her brown thighs as she climbed the steps in front of him. And he certainly wouldn’t have been fast enough to catch the almost phantasmagorical flash of white panty as her skirt fluttered in the breeze.
“You’re a photographer?” she asked, opening the front door with her key and leading him inside. “You’re here to shoot the games?”
“Yes,” he mumbled. “And to do some interviews, if I can. A couple of players are college prospects.”
She was leading him downstairs, into a cool dark basement, showing him his bedroom, the bathroom next door. Then she was opening another door and standing in the threshold, smiling at him.
“This is my room,” she said, before pausing and giving him a searching look. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure. Of course.”
“Do you only photograph sporting events?”
“I do mostly sports. Why do you ask?”
“No reason. Just curious.”
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure.”
“Your outfit. That uniform.”
She laughed. “Pretty dorky, isn’t it? I’m in my final year at a local parochial school. I turned eighteen in February so I only have a few weeks to go before I’m free. My dad enrolled me years back, when mom left. He thought I was growing too wild.”
“Wild?”
“Yes. You know. Boys and stuff. He thought I needed a stricter upbringing. More discipline.”
“And did it work?”
“What do you think?”
“I don’t know you well enough to comment.”
They were silent a moment, staring at each other frankly in the half light of the basement. He felt a stirring in his cock as he gazed at her. He’d never come across so alluring and erotic a vision of girlhood in all his travels, which had been extensive. A spasm of guilt flowed through him.
“Shouldn’t I meet your parents? Are they upstairs?”
“As I said, mom left years back. Ran off with some salesman guy. It’s just dad and me, and he’s hardly ever home. He drives truck. Long distance. He’s gone for days at a time. You might see him tonight, you might not. I never know his schedule.”
Again they were silent for a while, staring at each other. He found it hard to take his eyes off her. She was mesmerizing. And what amazed him most was the fact that she seemed equally interested in him. Again he felt a twitch in his crotch.
“Will you be here for dinner? Do I need to order something?” she asked.
“No no, I have to go over to the stadium. Check things out. There are practise sessions tonight. I’ll get something there. I’ll probably be back late.”
“I won’t lock up until after you get in.”
She flashed him a warm smile and stepped into her room. Resisting the urge to follow her he went back to his own room, which was surprisingly cozy and pleasant, considering the outer state of the house. He hauled in some cameras and personal items from his van, his imagination on fire with the thought of such erotic temptation a few feet from his bedroom. He’d probably see very little of her, though, come to think of it. She was sure to have some stud boyfriend, and would doubtless be with him all weekend. Good thing too. He needed to concentrate to cover the damn football games.
He was on his way out the door when she called out to him from the foot of the stairs.
“Would you mind if I hitched a ride with you to the stadium? I just heard from some friends who are hanging out, watching from the stands.”
“Sure. Come along. Will you need a ride back home?”
“Maybe. I’ll let you know.”
She dashed up the steps and they headed to his van. She’d changed out of her school uniform, he noticed. She wore cut-off jeans and a loose sweatshirt that did little to hide the heavy roll of her lush breasts.
“You meeting a boyfriend?” he asked as they moved out from the seedy side of town toward the wide boulevards near the stadium.
“I don’t have a boyfriend. We broke up two months back when I caught him fucking a friend of mine.”
“Ouch. He cheated on someone as cute as you?”
“He came to regret it. But I won’t take him back. There are lots of other guys around.”
“No one yet though?”
“Not yet. I’m taking my time. I graduate in a few weeks. I may not even stay in town. How about you? You married?”
“Not yet. I broke up with someone not long ago myself. I’m enjoying being single.”
She turned her head to smile at him and he again felt the twinge in his crotch. He wondered how he’d make it through the weekend living in close quarters with such a luscious young girl.
“Tell me about your photography. You say you mostly do sports?”
