Rick Garrison had had enough of the day. He was glad to be home even if it meant putting up with his twin sons, who were little monsters when it came to getting them to bed at a decent hour. After working all day then going to some dinner party for one of his wife's charitable organizations, he was just happy to be back in the solace of his bedroom. Standing in his bedroom closet, he slipped off his black shiny leather dress shoes, then his blue sport jacket, throwing it over the back of a chair. He sighed and took a minute to rub the back of his neck. The tension in it was almost unbearably tight. He couldn't wait to get into a hot shower and relax. He went to pull his sweater up over his head when he heard his wife call up the stairs, "Rickkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!"
He let out a big huff and rolled his eyes. "Whatttttttttttttttttttttttttt?" he yelled back.
"Mandy's car won't start...she needs you to take her home!"
Oh for fuck sake!, Rick thought, this is the last thing I need tonight! Nonetheless, he slipped his shoes back on and made his way back downstairs. Of course Mandy, their babysitter, lived 45 minutes out of town. Rick huffed again knowing after the hour and a half drive there and back, he wouldn't be home until after midnight and had to be up at 5 a.m. for work. He made his way into the living room where he saw his wife and Mandy standing while the boys played around them. Oh well, he thought, at least I'll miss putting the little monsters to bed. "You ready to go, Mandy?" Rick asked her gruffly.
"Yes, Mr. G. Sorry about this."
"It's no problem, really Mandy. These things happen, " he told her as he cussed underneath his breath.
He watched as his wife paid Mandy for her services that night. He'd always known Mandy was beautiful, but for some reason he'd never realized how beautiful until that moment. It caught him by surprise as he looked her over. Her long chestnut locks flowed all the way down to the small of her back. Her creamy white skin was absolutely flawless. And she was tall for a girl...about 5'9, he guessed, and all legs. Had she really grown into a woman overnight? No, he decided, she was wearing a white tank top and short plaid skirt...very teenage, but still sexy as hell. Maybe he'd be lucky enough and she'd shift in the seat enough for him to catch a glimpse of her..."Ready Mr. G.?" Mandy asked, interrupting his dirty little thoughts. Suddenly, she was standing right in front of him, her icy blue eyes dancing as she gazed up at him.
"Sure Mandy...let's go," he said, leading her out of the house by the small of her back as his cock twitched beneath his dress pants.
"Be careful!" Rick's wife called out just before shutting the front door of the house behind them.
Rick and Mandy made their way to his Cadillac Escalade...Rick hopping into the driver's seat, of course, and Mandy into the passenger's seat. They buckled their seatbelts, then he started the SUV and backed out of the driveway. "I really appreciate this, Mr. G," Mandy said sheepishly.
"Mandy, I promise, it's no trouble," he assured her.
"I know you must be tired after working all day."
"I am, but you have school in the morning as well. It's probably already past your bedtime."
"I'm 18, Mr. G. I don't really have a bedtime."
He looked at her with an eyebrow raised. "You're 18?!"
"Yes, sir. I just turned 18 last week."
Oh my god, Rick thought, this beautiful creature is LEGAL! "You didn't tell Debra and I it was your birthday," he noted.
"It's no big deal."
"It is! Eighteen is a big age. We would've liked to have gotten you a gift."
"I appreciate the thought, but it's not necessary."
"Tell ya what," Rick began, "we'll get your car fixed for you and call it your birthday gift."
"Oh no, Mr. G., I can't let you do that! I don't know what's wrong with it...it could be expensive. Besides...."
He interrupted her. "I'm afraid it's too late, Mandy. Consider it done."
"That's very generous of you. Thank you."
"Think nothing of it, sweetie," he said, smiling over at her. She smiled back...her bright, icy blue eyes glowing as they passed many street lamps in a row, lighting the car every few seconds. She continued to stare at him as she shifted in her seat. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see her skirt ride up her luscious, creamy white thigh a few inches, but not enough to appease his dirty imagination. He was suddenly dying to see more of her amazing, young body. She would always be off limits, of course, but now, not quite AS off limits. Knowing that Mandy was now 18 made his hunger for her even worse.
"Can I ask you something, Mr. G.?"
"Sure...you can ask me anything, honey," he said, shifting in his seat as his cock pressed against his pants.
"I wanna ask you something...something, ummm...personal."
"Go ahead, I'm listening."
"Well, it's just that all my friends at school are, well, ya know...experienced, but I haven't done anything with a boy yet."
"You're still young, Mandy. You have plenty of time."
"It's not like I don't want to, because I do. I REALLY do. But none of the boys at school interest me."
"So, what's your question, dear?"
"I was hoping you could...I don't know...prepare me. What's it like?"