He was disappointed in her appearance. Her red hair, cut shorter than he remembered, was a mess. She wore no make-up and her freckles stood out in strong contrast to her fair skin. She had that washed-out look common to true blondes and red heads when they weren't wearing make-up. He couldn't be sure, in her bulky robe, but he thought she'd put on weight.
"Why don't you get dressed and I'll take you out for breakfast?"
"Sounds good. Give me a few minutes to bathe and make myself beautiful. You want to wash my back?"
"Sure, but we might not make breakfast."
She laughed. "I'll hold you to it."
"Okay, I'll control myself."
She went to the bathroom and started bath water running. He followed, stood in the doorway, and watched as she hiked up her robe and sat on the commode, with no apparent embarrassment. He could hear her pee splashing in the water.
"Where's Fred?"
"Who knows. We lost touch."
"Was it bad?"
"No, no one's fault. We wanted different things out of life. It just didn't work out."
She stood up, not wiping herself, turned off the bath water and removed her robe. She had put on some weight, but it made her more voluptuous. Her tits were large and stood out proudly. Her ass was also large, but showed no signs of cellulite. She had a slight gut. He made a mental note to buy her a membership in a health club. Her legs were unshaved and her red bush needed trimmed. This is going to take a while, he thought. She went to the wash basin and started to wash her hair.
"Don't you wash your hair in the shower?"
"Usually, but I thought you might like to watch."
It was a good show. Her tits and ass jiggled when she scrubbed her hair. He thought about fucking her, but he held off.
She finished and stepped into the tub. She handed him a washcloth and soap and turned her back to him, still standing. He started with her shoulders and worked his way down to her hips. He had her raise her arms and washed her armpits. With two soapy hands he reached around and and cupped her tits. He washed them well. Her nipples were erect. She giggled.
"I think they're clean!"
He laughed and reached for the soap. He soaped her ass and upper thighs, then slipped a hand into her butt crack. She bent over to give him better access. He slipped a soapy finger into her asshole. She squealed, straightened up and clamped her ass cheeks shut. When he went for her cunt she stopped him.
"I'll do that. You'd give me an infection and then it would stink and you would't want me."
He protested mildly, but he let it go. When she sat down he went into the living room and turned on her television set. There was a football game on that he wanted to see.
The game was almost over when she finally came out, fastening ear-rings into her ear lobes. She had transformed herself. She wore a black knee length cocktail dress with a pearl necklace around her neck. She wore funky plastic bracelets. Her shoes were three inch black ankle-straps. Her hair was styled and her make-up was near perfection. She was lovely. He would be proud to be seen with her.
"You look great!"
"Thanks, but I need clothes."
"We'll take care of that, but right now let's eat. What say we skip breakfast and go right to dinner?"
"Fine, I'm starving."
She complimented him on his new Mercedes. He took her to the Mountain View Inn, an exclusive and expensive restaurant. She ordered wine. He didn't want to be asked for proof of age so he passed on the wine. He felt like a king with the most beautiful woman in the place across from him. He saw a few people he knew. The wine stewart was an ex-boyfriend of hers. She gave him her full attention, laughed at his jokes and made some of her own.
After dinner they went to a night club, Eddy's. A fifty got them a good table. He probably could have gotten liquor, but he stayed with bottled water. She drank and got tipsy.
He was a good dancer, and she was an expert. On the slow dances he held her close and let his hand ride on her hip. Feeling them shift under his hand as she moved stirred him. She smelled delicious. Other men asked her to dance, but she turned them down.
He understood his sister's warning. This stunningly beautiful woman had a dangerous power and she knew how to use it. He had just gotten access to the first part of his trust fund and eventually he would inherit a fortune. Money wasn't a problem. This gave him a power that he must learn to use. College faced him in the fall and he would take her with him. As he saw it, her weakness was her love of luxury and he was prepared to use that to control her.
Later, at her place, he slowly undressed her. He had seen most of her earlier, but now he felt, smelled and tasted her assets. At his age he had only so much control and he didn't last long once he was in her. He used a condom because he wanted to eat her later and he didn't like cream pies, even when it was his own cream. No condom when she gave him head though. She swallowed it neatly and was ready for more. She had shaved her legs and trimmed her bush. Her pussy was a pink rose. Its petals enfolding his tongue. Its scent, though earthy, attracted him like a bee.
She withheld only one thing.....her asshole. She wouldn't let him move down there when he was eating her. She made him take his finger out. The most she would allow was a fingertip placed on it while she flexed her sphincter. Her tits were endlessly entertaining. They each tapered to a point and fit his mouth perfectly.
They made plans to go shopping later. Tomorrow was Sunday and he could sleep late so they played till dawn. Finally he slept with her in his arms.
He dreamed of Kelly and Shannon, their red and black hair mingling on his chest.
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