Mary had always been the so called good girl in her family. She made good grades, never broke curfew, just the typical girl next door. She had always been beautiful, even as a baby, people would remark about her gorgeous eyes and cherry red lips. But, Mary was no longer a baby. She was now a beautiful 19 year old girl, standing 5'6, 129 lbs, long, gorgeous blonde hair and blue eyes that almost seemed to hypnotize and fresh out of high school, busy planning her next move in life. She decided to take a year off to just goof off and learn how to have fun before diving into the so called "real world."
Her parents had always taught Mary to be responsible, unfortunately, they weren't much for having a sense of humor, and this too, rubbed off on Mary. She was the girl you knew in school that got voted "Most Likely to Succeed." She never went to parties or football games. She even blew off prom so she could stay home and scan the internet, hopefully to find a college that best suited her needs.
But, that was then, and this is now. School was finally over and Mary was ready to cut loose. Her parents were leaving for 3 months for Italy, to celebrate their 25th wedding anniversary, and Mary realized this was the best time to spread her wings.
"Okay, I think we have everything," said her mother, thumbing through the overstuffed suitcase on the floor.
"Helen, would you relax?" said Jack, Mary's father, "You've packed everything but the kitchen sink. We're gonna miss our plane if you don't get your ass in gear."
"Well, I'm sorry, Jack, but we are leaving for 3 whole months. I don't want to forget anything," Helen said, zipping up the last of the 7 suitcases.
"Okay, you have the number of the hotel we'll be staying at," Jack said, "There's a credit card in my desk drawer for your necessities, and if you need anything, the Clarks are right next door."
"I know, Daddy, the Clarks have been right next door since I was born. I'll be fine, stop worrying and just enjoy your trip," said Mary, giving them both a hug and a kiss, on their way out the front door.
And just like that, Mary had the house to herself. Now normally, in situations like this, a huge party ensues with mass quantities of sex and booze, but since Mary had not really taken the time to make any friends, their really wasn't anyone to call.
So, with a heavy sigh, she flopped down on the couch, determined to find a good movie to spend the night with.
Hours later, the doorbell rang, and Mary sprung to her feet, completely startled from a sleep she had obviously drifted into.
"I'm coming!!" she yelled, turning off the TV and heading towards the front door.
"Well, hello, Mr. Clark," she said, giving him a warm smile.
"Hi, Mary, your folks asked me to check in on you from time to time, while they're gone, just to make sure you don't need anything," he said, as Mary ushered him into the house.
"Well, that's very kind, but I really can't think of anything that I need right now," she said, offering him a seat in her father's chair.
Mr. Clark wasn't your typical "old man." Yes, he was older, having just turned 59 just 3 months earlier, but he didn't spend his time watching TV and napping 5 times a day. He was always outside messing around with old cars, fixing them up and having barbecues and parties, very out going and laid back. His wife, on the other hand, was a total stick in the mud. She mostly kept to herself, often spending her days knitting or baking cookies for the church.
"Well, I see your father's really re-vamped this house, it looks really good," he said, as Mary brought him a cold drink.
"Yes, he's always doing something around here," she said, taking her seat on the couch again, crossing her legs and looking over to Mr. Clark.
"You have really grown up to be a gorgeous girl, Mary. I remember when your parents brought you home from the hospital. Now look at you, all grown up and fresh outta high school. Have you decided where you're going to go to college?" he asked, rubbing his thick thumb up and down the soda can.
"Not yet," she said, "But I hear really good things about the colleges out west."
"I never got to go to college myself," he said, placing his can on the coffee table, "But, things were different in my day. You didn't need a college diploma to get a job, just skills and the desire to work."
"Well, times do change, Mr. Clark," she said, trying her best to make idle conversation.
"That they do, Mary, that they do," he agreed, leaning back and getting comfortable.
"Speaking of times changing," he said, "Your parents must be very proud of the fine young woman they've raised."
"Oh, Mr. Clark," she said, shyly, "I'm no different then any other girl. I just happen to like school alot more then most girls did."
"You're not like any other 19 year old girl I've seen," he said, giving her a smile and a wink, "Most girls are still flat chested, with nothing to show for their 19 years of life."
Mary's face began to burn and her stomach did a small flip. She wasn't used to someone speaking of tits. The human body wasn't something that was explored, or even mentioned, to a great extent, in her house.
"Don't be embarrassed, Mary," he said, "You've got nothing to be shy about, you're a gorgeous young woman."
"Well, I better get started on some dinner," she said, standing up and walking towards the door, "It's getting late and I'm kinda hungry."
Mr. Clark scanned the vixen as she passed by him. His cock instantly hardened with the aroma of her perfume, and the sight of her gorgeous, long legs, peeking out beneath her short skirt.
"You know, Mary, you and I don't have to be strangers," he said, slowly walking towards the shy, young woman.
"We're not strangers, Mr. Clark, I've known you all my life," she said, reaching for the door knob.
