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This is a long story, over 17000 words.
There is very little sex in it. That’s why I put it in the non-erotic category.
For those of you who have read it before, the first part has some minor editing done but it’s still the same story. The second half is new.
I hope this story leaves you with a warm fuzzy feeling and a tear in your eye.
A Kind Stranger Part 1 & 2
My name is James. When I was a child I was very lonely and unhappy. I was an orphan. I spent most of my childhood with foster parents never staying with anyone more than a year or so. I wasn’t a problem child I guess I was just unlucky when it came to foster parents.
One of the families I stayed with moved out of the area because of a job change and didn’t want to adopt me.
Another couple I stayed with thought they couldn’t have children but when they became pregnant I was no longer wanted so I had to return to the orphanage.
The first couple of times I was pulled away from my foster parents it hurt, it hurt me real bad. I didn’t understand why I couldn’t stay with them. After that I learned not to get close to my foster parents anyone. I just went into a shell to protect my feelings.
Thinking back I never got many if any hugs from most of my foster parents. Oh sure they fed me and told me when to go to bed but most of the time I was pretty much on my own. At that young age I didn’t know any better, I didn’t know what a real family was like so I thought that was the way it was. Looking back on my young life I guess some of them where in it for the money.
I was transferred in and out of a number of schools and as a result I didn’t have any close friends. Always being the new kid I was picked on a lot. This caused me to stay away from them and I tried to keep a low profile and didn’t make friends.
In my senior year of high school shortly after I turned eighteen I met Kathy. She was like me an orphan. The best way to describe Kathy was average. There were a lot of other girls that caught my eye as beautiful but Kathy was average. Don’t get me wrong she wasn’t ugly. She had dark brown hair, brown eyes, and an average sized chest. She stood about 5’ 6”and carried a few extra pounds but if someone asked I would have said that she wasn’t fat. We knew each others names because we shared the fact that we were both orphans but we didn’t hang out together.
One Saturday night I was walking around the city alone when I saw Kathy at a bowling alley. She waved at me so I walked over to her and said hi. She said she was waiting for a girl friend of hers to show up. Her girl friend was already late and she didn’t want to wait any longer so she asked me if I’d walk her home. I didn’t have anything else to do so I said yes.
It was a cool night as we started walking the two or so miles to her foster home. We talked on the way and the subject turned to sex.
She asked me, “Have you ever done it with anybody?”
I hadn’t been on any dates and walking her home was the longest time I had ever spent alone with a girl. I tried to avoid answering the question for fear she would tell someone that I was a virgin and make my life worse.
I threw the question back at her, “Why have you ever done it with anybody?”
She smiled at me and said, “I’m not a virgin but I think you are.”
I didn’t say anything. I was embarrassed and turned my face away from her not wanting her to see me blush.
She took my arm in hers and laid her head on my shoulder and said as we walked, “Don’t worry about it everybody starts off as a virgin if you want I’ll do it with you.”
I was speechless and didn’t know what to say. She pulled me to a stop with her arm and stood in front of me. She put her arms around my neck and we kissed. I was new at this and it was the first real kiss that I had ever received from a girl. I put my arms around her waist and tried to kiss her like she was kissing me. She relaxed her lips and I felt her tongue trying to push its way into my mouth. I took in a deep nervous breath and relaxed a little and our tongues met.
My heart was beating faster and I was getting excited. My dick was getting hard as she pulled me closer to her pressing her B-cup breasts into my chest. We broke our kiss and continued walking arm in arm. When we got close to her house we walked down the alley and she whispered to be quiet. We went to the back of her house and she took a key from the top of a window sill and quietly unlocked their garage. We went in and she locked the door behind us.
It was a large single car garage with a work bench and an old couch on one side. Kathy cleared some stuff off the couch and sat down. I sat down next to her and she put her arms around me and we began kissing again.
After a few minutes she must have gotten impatient and took my hand and put it on her breast. My heart was pounding in my throat as I squeezed her breast a few times but mostly just left it where she had put it.
A few minutes later she stopped kissing me and after a frustrating sigh said, “You are new at this aren’t you?”
She then just came out and said it. “You can fuck me if you want to.”
I could just barely see her outline in the dark as she stood up and took off her pants and panties. She reached down unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants and boxers down to my ankles. I was glad it was dark because I would have been too embarrassed to let her see me without my clothes on.
She knelt down on the couch facing me with one knee on each side of me. I reached up and massaged her breasts while she reached for my hard penis. When she touched it, it felt so good I damn near came right there in her hand. She slowly lowered her body down on top of me and slid my cock up into her wet pussy. It was the most pleasurable feeling that I had ever felt. I couldn’t believe how warm and slippery her pussy was. She sat still for a few seconds and then started slowly sliding up and down.
Being my first time I lasted just a few seconds and I came inside her. She once again had a frustrated sigh when I started getting soft and she just sat down on me and rested her head on my shoulder. Every once in a while she gave my penis a squeeze with her pussy muscles and it didn’t take long for me to become hard again. When my cock was fully hard she sat up straight and lifted up her blouse and bra and took my hands and put them on her bare breasts. She put her hands on my shoulders and started slowly rocking forward and backward.
I started rolling her nipples between my finger and thumb and she was moaning and whispered, “Ohh that feels good.”
She started rocking faster and faster and whispered, “Ohh that feels so good squeeze harder.”
I squeezed her nipples harder expecting her to squeal out in pain but she didn’t. She was rocking back and forth about as fast as I thought she could as I squeezed her breasts and rolled her nipples. She grabbed two handfuls of my hair and started grinding her pussy hard into my pelvis. On every forward stroke she moaned then she let out a squeal and collapsed on my chest breathing hard.
Her pussy started quivering around my cock in short fast bursts. The sensation was incredible and it didn’t take long for me to start cuming again. After resting for a few minutes Kathy got up and said, “Not bad for your first time.”
After we got dressed I walked her to the door and gave her a goodnight kiss. I couldn’t believe what had just happened to me. I was in a dreamland, ‘I had a girlfriend!’ I was happy and couldn’t wait to see her at school on Monday.
When I saw her in school I smiled at her but she didn’t smile back at me, she just said hi and kept walking. I ran to catch up to her and asked, “What’s wrong?”
She pulled me to the side and whispered, “Last Saturday night I was just horny and wanted to fuck. Don’t take it personal.”
She then just walked away from me and out of my life. I was hurt, to go from such a high to such a low really hurt. I made a promise to myself to never get hurt like that again.
I didn’t go out on any dates and kept clear of girls, which was pretty easy for me because I was invisible to most of them. As time went on I withdrew from people to the point where you could say I was a hermit. My faith in mankind was at an all time low.
By some miracle I managed to graduate high school. I didn’t bother buying graduation announcements because I didn’t have anyone to send them to. I wasn’t very close to the foster parents that I was living with so no one that I knew came to the commencement ceremony to watch me graduate.
After I graduated I packed my things and told my foster parents that I was moving out of their house. I followed my dream of hitch hiking across the country to see all of the things that I had read about and seen on TV. The first few days I made good progress heading out west to see the Rocky Mountains. I was about 600 miles from my hometown eating breakfast in a truck stop diner when I discovered my wallet was gone.
I had a few dollars stuffed in my front pocket and paid the bill. I don’t know if I was pick-pocketed or if I had just lost it. I retraced my steps back until I got to the spot where I got out of the last car that gave me a ride. I couldn’t find it and wondered if it dropped out of my pocket while I was in the car. There was no one I could call and ask for help so I was on my own.
I was depressed and didn’t want to continue my journey so I began hitch hiking back home. I didn’t have a home to go to but I wanted to get back to some familiar surroundings. I was having a difficult time catching a ride and it took two days for me to go only fifty miles most of that on foot. I was dropped off at a gas station toward the end of the next day and I only had a dollar left in my pocket. I hadn’t eaten anything in the last two days and I was thinking about going into the store and shoplifting some food.
Not paying close attention to my surroundings I was startled by a woman’s voice saying, “Young man!”
I looked to see an elderly woman was walking toward me. She asked, “Would you please help my husband change a flat tire?”
I said, “Sure.”
She grabbed my arm in hers and used me as a crutch as we started walking back to their car. She said, “My husband is a proud man and will probably say that he doesn’t need any help. He has a bad heart and needs the help and you should just help him.”
I nodded my head and said, “Yes maam I understand.”
When we went around the corner of the building there was a brand new Cadillac with a flat tire. An elderly man was empting the trunk that was full of suitcases and other personal items to get the jack and spare tire out.
I walked up to the trunk and said, “Let me give you a hand with this.”
He looked up and said, “I’ll be fine I don’t need any help.”
His wife cut in and said, “Damnit Bill you have a bad heart. Let him help.”
He backed away from the trunk and I changed the tire and loaded everything back into the car.
Bill shook my hand and said, “Thank you. Let me buy you some dinner.”
I smiled and said, “Sure.”
This would be the first meal that I had since yesterday morning. I was so hungry and I ate the food so fast it made Bill ask, “My god son when’s the last time you ate?”
I said, “Yesterday morning.” and then told them my story.
Bill looked at his wife and said, “A bus ticket can’t be all that much?”
She nodded her approval and the next thing I new I was in the next town’s bus depot with a ticket home in my hand.
I tried to get their address to pay them back but he patted me on the shoulder and said, “Life has been good to us and we have more money than we know what to do with.”
He then handed me a twenty dollar bill and said, “You’ll probably get hungry before you get home.”
I couldn’t believe it, I gave them both a hug and said, “Thank you I’ll never forget you.”
Bill and Nancy Washington were the nicest people that I had any dealings with. The bus ticket cost over a hundred dollars and they paid for it like they had known me their whole life. I was happy on the bus ride home, happier then I had been in a long time.
After arriving back in my hometown I found a good job with a major manufacturing company. The pay was good and there were benefits including vacation, sick leave, and a 401-K.
I looked around and found an apartment not far away from the manufacturing plant where I worked. The apartment complex consists of five large identical brick buildings with eight apartments in each building. Four apartments are on the first floor and four on the second floor. The complex was huge and took up a whole city block. They are all arranged in a big U shape with each building facing toward the large center green area and swimming pool.
The green area was criss-crossed with sidewalks and was shaded by several dozen large hardwood trees. The grounds were landscaped with shrubs and small flower gardens along the sidewalks and around the swimming pool. At the far end of the grounds sat a large stately three story Victorian house.
The house was owned by David and Mary Williams who also own the apartments. David and Mary was a nice retired couple in their late sixties. David was a stockbroker and Mary was a registered nurse. They’ve been married for over forty years and are childless.
The house appeared to be at least one hundred years old and upon close inspection it showed great craftsmanship with ornate molding around the windows, doors, and on the eves. The front and back of the house had large screened in porches. The kitchen and dining room had beautiful built–in solid oak cabinets and all of the rooms had solid oak floors.
The stairs were also oak with hand carved scroll work on the railings. It had three fireplaces, four bathrooms, and five large bedrooms plus a few extra rooms that could be used for a library or den. Mary used one of these rooms as an office.
My apartment had an electrical problem when I moved in. David wasn’t very good when it came to electricity so instead of waiting for an electrician to show up and fix the problem I asked to use some tools and fixed the problem myself.
David shook my hand and said thank you. He’s a kind man with a nice smile that immediately put me at ease. We talked for a few minutes and then he asked me to look at some other electrical problems he had. I went with him and we looked at the electrical problems in the other apartments. We got along good with each other and the next thing I knew I was helping him with all of the other maintenance.
It took some time but we became good friends. I didn’t have any other friends so I spent most of my time helping David with the maintenance or helping Mary with the gardening. I helped out so much that they let me stay in my apartment rent free.
I tried dating a couple of times at Mary’s insistence but I didn’t have very good social skills and it was difficult for me to carry on a conversation with someone I didn’t know. If I had any spare time I usually went to the movies alone or I went out to dinner with David and Mary.
I ate supper at their house three or four times a week and was always invited to their holiday celebrations. We were a perfect fit for each other. They had no children and I had no parents. While working close with David he taught me a lot about the stock market and gave me insight on where to put my 401-K money. Needless to say my 401-K grew by leaps and bounds.
I had been living there for almost fifteen years when David died of a sudden heart attack. I cried at the funeral like a son who had lost his father. Soon after the funeral Mary and I had a long talk and it was decided that I would move into the house with her and start taking care of the apartments full time. She offered me a salary that was about twice as much as I was making at my job so I quit and transferred my large 401-K to an IRA.
Mary was in her late seventies and never fully recovered from David’s death. I soon took over her duties of collecting rent and paying her bills. I did all of the shopping, most of cooking and I even took her to her doctor appointments. Finally old age caught up with her and I truly believe she died of a broken heart about a year after David.
The day after the funeral I was contacted by their lawyer and was surprised to find out that David and Mary had willed their estate to me. I was shocked, between the value of their IRA’s and the income and value of the house and apartments I became an instant multi-millionaire at the age of thirty two.
Not bad for an orphan.
I have never seen mom look so worried. It’s beginning to scare me. Last night she was crying because the landlord came to our apartment and said, ‘If the rent isn’t paid by Monday you will have to move out of the apartment.’
She took off work today to look for a new apartment for us. We needed to find a cheap place to live but the first three apartments we looked at mom said they were too expensive.
Ever since dad left, mom has been working a lot, almost every day. Mom and Dad had a real bad fight just after Christmas. He left that night and I haven’t seen him since. My older sister Katie is sitting in the front seat of the car and I’m in the back. The car is making a funny noise as we pulled to the curb in front of the apartments.
Mom checked the address in the newspaper and said, “This is the last one lets hope for the best. “
The apartments looked real nice, better than the last one we saw. We got out of the car and I poked Katie and pointed to the swimming pool. We walked to one of the apartment doors that was propped open with a chair.
Mom knocked and said “hello is anybody here?”
A nice looking man carrying a paint roller walked into the hallway. He’s tall, taller than dad was and he has brown eyes and dark hair. He looked at mom from her head to her toes and then looked at Katie and me. He smiled at us with a nice smile. I like him.
It was a hot June day and one of my apartments was empty. I was inside painting one of the bedrooms with the doors propped open to keep cool and to let the paint fumes out. I heard a knock at the door and a female voice say, “Hello is anybody here?”
I went to the hallway and looked to see a beautiful young woman about my age followed by two very cute young girls. The girls were the spitting image of the woman and I assumed they were mother and daughters.
They all had Strawberry blond hair and were in very good physical condition. She had beautiful deep blue eyes and rather large breasts. Both of the girls were slim with their hair was in a ponytail and they had an athletic look to them.
The woman was holding a newspaper and asked me, “Do you know where the office is?”
I pointed behind me and told her, “It’s over there but I run the place.”
She smiled and asked, “Is this the apartment that’s for rent?”
“How much is the rent?”
When I told her she said ‘damn’ under her breath. The oldest girl crossed her arms and had a worried-disappointed look on her face.
The younger girl tore at my heart strings. She looked to be about nine or ten years old. Her lip started to quiver and a tear came out of her eye and ran down her cheek. She looked like she had the weight of the whole world on her shoulders. My instinct was telling me something was very wrong.
I thought back to my childhood and I knew she had that hopeless feeling that I had when they took me away from my foster parents. I also remembered those few desperate moments when I was walking into the gas station to steal some food. The mother said thank you and started to leave. The younger girl hung her head down and followed. I couldn’t let them leave without finding out their story.
I said, “Wait is there a problem? Maybe I can help.”
She stopped and looked at me and said, “There’s not much you can do.”
I said, “Try me.”
She looked at her girls and then back at me. I could tell she didn’t want to say anything in front of them. I reached in my pocket and pulled out a five dollar bill and gave it to the oldest girl and said, “There’s a store down at the end of the block. Go buy you and your sister some ice cream or what ever you want while I talk to your mother.”
They looked at their mother and she nodded yes. Smiles broke out on their faces and in an instant they were gone.
I held out my hand and said, “My name is James.”
She shook my hand and said, “My name is Megan and my girls are Katie and Tara.”
I said, “Is there anything I can do to help you?”
She crossed her arms and looked at her feet and said, “I’m having a hard time right now. I can’t seem to get my feet on the ground.”
Her head rose and she looked me straight in the eyes and said, “My husband ran off with another woman and left me with the girls and all of the bills. I can’t pay the apartment rent where I’m at and we have just a few days before they will throw us out. I don’t have a very good job and I can’t afford the rent that everybody charges.”
Her answer seemed honest and sincere and she looked like she needed someone to give her and her daughter’s a break. I was amazed at myself because I was able to talk to her without stumbling for words to say. She was a very beautiful woman and I wanted to ask her out on a date but I was too shy to ask her. I thought a couple of months of free rent wouldn’t hurt and when I knew her better I might find the courage to ask her out.
I asked, “How old are your daughters?”
She said, “Katie is eleven and Tara is nine why?”
I said, “I’m getting behind in the work that I need to do around here and if you and your daughters are willing to help out I’ll give you the apartment rent free.”
I really wasn’t behind in the up-keep but she seemed like the type of person that didn’t like to take something for nothing and it would also give me an excuse to keep in contact with her.
She had a look on her face like she was trying to figure out if I was teasing her.
A smile broke out and she said, “Really?”
I answered, “Yes.”
The smile disappeared from her face and she asked, “What will the owner say?”
I kept a straight face and tried not to smile, “Well the owner is a real nice guy and I don’t think he’ll mind.”
We walked outside and saw her daughters coming down the sidewalk licking ice cream treats. Megan went to meet them and I could tell the moment she told them the good news. Both girls started jumping up and down and dancing on their tiptoes. It brought a smile to my face seeing her girls were happy. I thought to myself ‘now that’s the way little girls should act.’
Megan asked when they could move in and I said as soon as we get done painting and cleaning up. Megan and I finished painting while the girls swept, mopped, bursa merkez escort bayan and vacuumed. We finished by early afternoon. Megan said they lived in a semi-furnished apartment and they just had clothes, a few small pieces of furniture, and personal items to move. She had a small car not made for hauling so I offered and we went to get their things in my pickup truck. We picked up their meager belongings in one load and brought them to their new apartment.
They had no beds or a couch that they would need so I brought Megan to a storeroom that I put all of the things that tenants leave behind when they move.
I told her, “You can use anything you want.”
She started to cry and I asked, “Is something wrong?”
A look of relief came over her face and she surprised me by turning and giving me a hug and said, “A few hours ago I was at rock bottom. I didn’t know where we would be living next week. Then a Knight-in Shining-Armor comes by and saves the day. You don’t know what this means to me.”
I didn’t say anything to her but I knew what a little help from a kind stranger felt like.
She has very soft skin and her perfume smelt nice. She was pressing her breasts into my chest as she hugged me. I started day-dreaming and was loosing my train of thought. I have been living alone for a long time and I found the physical contact with a woman exciting.
We set up the beds and arranged a couch, a table, and chairs. When we finished we sat down and took a well deserved break. I looked at Megan laid back on the couch with her eyes closed and watched her breasts move up and down as she breathed. She is an extremely beautiful woman and I was getting aroused. I was nervous that she would see my growing erection so I stood fixing my pants so my hard-on would have more room and walked toward the door. I told her if she needed anything to let me know and I left for home.
I was up early the next morning vacuuming the swimming pool when Katie and Tara found me. They ran over and said, “Good morning we’re here to help.”
I said, “Good morning girls where’s your mother?”
Tara said, “She has to work today.”
I showed Tara what I was doing. She soon caught on and started cleaning the pool. I took Katie with me and showed her how to operate the riding lawnmower. I grabbed the weed eater and we soon finished what would have taken me all day to do.
It was lunch time and I asked them, “What’s for lunch?”
The smiles left their faces and Katie looked at her feet and said in a low voice, “We don’t have much food.”
There went my heart strings again. Damn it I said to myself little girls shouldn’t be worried about such simple things as food. I said, “Well I can fix that. Come on.”
I handed Katie my cell phone and told her, “Call your mom and tell her we’re going to the store.”
We started in the Health and Beauty section and I told them to get what they need and don’t forget about their mother. We then stopped in the girl’s clothes department and I asked if they had swimming suits. They ran off looking for suits and I told them to each get some summer clothes, socks, underwear, and a pair of shoes. We then went up and down the grocery isles and when we pulled up to the cash register the shopping cart was full to the top.
The total came to just over four hundred dollars and the girls looked at me with unsure eyes. I gave them a reassuring smile and paid with my credit card. We loaded everything in the back of my pick-up. Tara sat in the middle and when I got into the drivers seat she grabbed me around the neck and gave me a big hug and said thank you. Katie also reached over and gave me a hug. I hugged them back and told them they were welcome. The huge smiles they had on their faces was worth every penny I had spent.
We were still putting things away when Megan came walking in from work. She looked at all of the shopping bags and then at me and said, “I don’t know when I’ll be able to pay you back.”
I cut her words off and said, “Don’t worry about it.” I thought to myself that I didn’t want to make her feel bad that I had given her something without her giving me something in return so I said, “I could use a nice home cooked meal.”
Megan is a fabulous cook and made probably the best pork chops I had ever tasted. I helped her clean up the kitchen while the girls played in the living room. She was easy to talk to although she did most of the talking and I just listened.
When we finished she walked toward me reached her arms around my waist gave me a hug and brought her face to mine. I was nervous and wasn’t sure if she wanted me to kiss her. I was beginning to get an erection and didn’t want to poke her in the stomach with it so I patted her back a couple of times in an attempt at a hug and quickly stepped back away from her mumbling thanks for dinner and hurried out the door.
As the weeks went by I found out that Megan was a waitress and the money she made wasn’t enough for them to get by on. I noticed Katie was wearing the same clothes over and over and I asked her why. She told me that she had grown quit a bit in the last few months and the only clothes she had that fit were the ones I had had bought her. Money was no problem for me so every week as a reward for helping me I took the girls shopping and let them buy some clothes and girly thing’s to play with.
Being with them with all of their energy made me happy, happier then I have been in a long time. I enjoyed buying things for the girls. I loved the way they laughed and giggled. After I had known them for a little while they freely gave me their hugs and kisses.
Mister James is the nicest man that I have ever known. Mom says she likes him but she isn’t sure if he likes her. He works Tara and me pretty hard in the mornings. We go with him and he fixes things that are broke in people’s apartments.
He talks to us like grown-ups and even shows us what’s broken and how he fixes things. Every Monday Tara cleans the swimming pool while we cut the grass. I enjoy driving the lawnmower and Mister James says that I’m really good at it.
After we eat lunch we put on our swim suits and meet him at the pool. We swim for a couple of hours and then he always gives me a twenty dollar bill and tells us to go to the store and get an ice cream.
Two ice creams cost less than two dollars and I would bring him back the change and he always says, “That’s ok Katie you can keep it.”
When mom gets home from work I give her the money and she uses it for bills. One afternoon James took us to mom’s restaurant to eat. She was surprised to see us. When we finished eating Mr. James left mom a twenty dollar tip.
Katie and Tara are very smart girls. They follow me around while I do maintenance on the apartments. When I need a part I would show them the broken one and tell them where a new one was in my shop. They would run and bring me what I needed.
They soon learned what tools I needed to fix things and they would fetch them for me too. At first I thought at their age they wouldn’t be much help but I was wrong they save me a lot of time and energy.
I enjoyed their company and one Saturday I invited Megan and the girls to my house for a barbeque. The house is overwhelming to someone who has lived in an apartment their whole life. I remembered the first time David and Mary had invited me in. The house has slightly more than five thousand square feet and has high ten foot ceilings.
David and Mary collected antique furniture and they filled the house with it. The girls were excited and wanted a tour. Katie was amazed at the size of my master bedroom closet. She said it was bigger than her and Tara’s bedroom. When we finished the tour Megan looked at me and said with a suspicious tone, “The owner must pay you pretty good to take care of this place.”
I had an embarrassing grin on my face as told her, “I’m the owner”.
From my back porch Megan and I sat and watched the girls swim while we talked. She was very easy for me to talk to. She sat and listened as I told her stories of the girls helping me during the day while she was at work. She told me that she was trying to find a job that paid more money but so far she hadn’t any luck.
She reached over and took my hand and held it between her hands and told me she was grateful for the money and clothes that I was giving the girls. She said that the girls are happier now then they have been in quite a while and that they talk about me all the time.
I had only known Megan and her daughters for a short time. I’ve enjoyed their company and looked forward to seeing them each day. Katie and Tara are very sweet lovable girls and Megan has taught them good manners and to be polite. It was then that I decided that I needed an office manager to run the administrative side of the business.
“Megan would you be interested in being my office manager?” I threw out a salary amount that made her jaw drop.
She said, “Are you kidding? That’s twice what I make now!” She looked at me with a confused look and said, “James why are you being so nice to me?”
I thought back to David and Mary and all the things they had done for me. When I first moved into their apartment I didn’t have enough money for a deposit or the first months rent. They realized I needed a break and waved the fees.
I told Megan, “The first day we met I saw the sad looks on Katie and Tara’s face and I realized you needed someone to give you a break. I had to do something.”
I then looked at my feet took a deep nervous breath and said, “And I was hoping you would go out on a date with me.”
“Oh my god it’s about time you asked me. I was beginning to think you didn’t like me. Of course I’ll go out with you! And yes I’ll take the job!”
She stood up, walked over to me and sat down on my lap. She put her arms around my neck and gave me a hug and a kiss. She kissed me again and I felt her jaw relax and our tongues meet. I held her around the waist and we kissed for quite a while.
I swam to the edge of the pool and looked toward mom. I whispered, “Tara Tara look look! Mom is sitting on James’ lap kissing him.”
Tara said, “It’s about time! We have to be extra good and extra nice and not blow it for Mom.”
“Ya,” I said, “I kinda like it here. It’s better than all of the other places we’ve lived and Mister James is a lot nicer than dad was.”
Megan was still sitting on my lap and she asked, “Where would you like to go on our date?”
I wanted to impress her and her daughters so I said, “I’d like to take you and your daughters out to dinner at Antonio’s.”
She said, “Wow that’s an expensive place. I don’t know if we have anything nice to wear.”
I gave her an advance on her salary and the date was set for next Saturday night.
I pulled my car up in front of her apartment and went to the door and knocked. Megan opened the door and I stared at her in awe. She was dressed in a white evening gown that was showing a lot of cleavage. The floor length skirt was split on the side to the mid thigh. It was a halter style dress that didn’t have a back to it.
I must have stared at her breasts for a long time because when I looked back at her face she was blushing. I was stumbling for words and all I could say was, “I’m sorry for staring. Wow you look beautiful.”
I heard the girls behind her giggling. They were dressed in very cute white little girl dresses. Tara had a yellow ribbon on her ponytail and Katie had a red ribbon.
We started walking to the car when Katie started pushing her mom toward me. Megan stopped and said as she looked toward her girls, “They won’t leave me alone until I thank you properly for being so kind to us.”
She reached her arms around my waist and gave me a hug and a big kiss on the lips. The whole time we kissed I could hear the girls giggling.
I pulled into valet parking and we got out. I had a feeling of pride walking with Megan. All of the valet’s and other couples were looking at Megan. She was stunning in her gown. We walked into the restaurant with Katie pushing her mom to walk close to me. Megan took my arm and held me close.
This was David and Mary’s favorite restaurant and we ate here almost every weekend. They were good friends with the owner and I was introduced to them and we became good friends.
I knew most of the people that worked here and didn’t need a reservation. I always got VIP treatment while I was here. We walked up to the ma?e d’ and I said, “Good evening Michael.”
He looked up and smiled and said, “Welcome James.” He looked at Megan and the girls and said, “Table for four?”
I handed him a fifty dollar bill and said, “Yes something nice.”
He took the bill and said, “Please follow me.”
The interior of the restaurant was impressive. It had an old world medieval flair to it with twenty foot high ceilings, massive oak beams and large stone fireplaces. The girls were impressed as they walked in front of us with their mouths open looking at the crossed swords and shields that adorn the walls. Our table was close to the main fireplace on a quite side of the room away from the kitchen.
The ma?e d’ seated Megan and two waiters helped the girls with their massive oak chairs. Megan looked at the menu and leaned close to me and whispered, “This place is expensive!”
I said, “Don’t worry about the prices order what you want.”
I ordered appetizers and a bottle of wine for Megan and me and two Shirley Temples for the girls. The girls were excited when they saw their drinks come in fancy grown-up glasses. I could tell this was a new experience for them so I helped the girls decide on what to order for dinner.
The food is expensive but they took no shortcuts. All the food was prepared when it was ordered. Not like some restaurants that just warm it up when it’s ordered. The food generally took about an hour but it was always worth the wait and very good.
Megan and the girls had a smile on their face the whole night. It warmed my heart watching them being pampered by the restaurant staff. Katie and Tara true to form acted like little ladies and I was proud of them. As we waited for valet Megan smiled at me and took my arm in hers and laid her head on my shoulder.
I walked Megan and the girls back up to their apartment door. She opened the door and Katie pushed her mom toward me again and under her breath said, “Kiss him Mom.” then both of them ran into the apartment.
She was a little tipsy from the wine as she smiled and wrapped her arms around my neck. She rubbed her breast into my chest as she gave me a very long passionate kiss. She said, “Thank you for the dinner James. I had a very lovely time.”
The wine was giving me extra courage and I said, “I can’t remember when I’ve had a better time.” I held her around the waist and looked her in the eyes and said, “I really don’t want the evening to end.”
She grinned and whispered, “Give me a couple of minutes to get the girls in bed.”
When we got back to my house I asked, “Do you want something to drink?”
She said, “No, I really want another tour of the house.”
She took my hand and led me to my master bedroom. She walked over to the bed and sat me down on it. She backed up a couple of steps and put her hands behind her neck and undid the clasp that held her dress halter together.
She slowly brought her hands holding the halter between her thumb and finger to the front of her neck. She had been watching me with a big smile on her face the whole time. She released her grip on the halter and it took the dress all of one second to slide down over her graceful figure and hit the floor. I was in shock! She looked incredibly beautiful standing there in just her white bikini panties.
I looked at her for a few seconds as I could feel my heart pounding in my throat. I felt my face blush and quickly looked down at my feet. I’d had a hard-on ever since Megan gave me the good night kiss at her apartment. I was beginning to get nervous and started to shake. I had only made love to one other girl and that was in my senior year of high school over fifteen years ago. We did it in the dark so this is the first nude female that I have ever seen.
Megan must have noticed me shaking and knelt down in front of me. She whispered, “James what’s wrong?”
I said in an embarrassing whisper, “I’m a little nervous and I’m not sure what to do.”
She took my hands in hers and asked, “When’s the last time you made love?”
I said, “High school.”
She slowly lifted my chin up with her fingers and said, “James, you’re full of surprises. I must be the luckiest girl in the world.”
I couldn’t believe it! James was practically a virgin. I whispered, “Would you be more comfortable if I turned off the lights?”
He nodded yes and I walked over to the switch and shut it off. I found his arms in the dark and coxed him into standing. I pressed my breasts into his chest and whispered, “Enjoy yourself and let me do everything.”
He was still shaking as I removed his clothes. I wanted him to get used to my touch so we stood there kissing while I slowly rubbed his back. I couldn’t feel his penis touching me so I lowered my hands to his ass and pressed him into me. I reassured him by whispering, “Don’t be embarrassed I expect you to be hard.”
He stood there still shaking and breathing heavy with his arms around me. I gently pushed him onto the bed on his back. I removed my panties and lay down beside him. He made no move toward me so I reached down and took his wrist and guided his hand to my breast. James began to calm down and stopped shaking. I started rubbing his chest and gradually moved my hand lower and lower. I didn’t want to startle him so I whispered, “I’m going to touch his penis and stroke it.”
His breathing stopped as I touched him and he began breathing out a moan. With his lack of feminine contact I knew he couldn’t take much more of this so I quickly moved on top of him and placed his penis inside me. I slid him in all the way as we both moaned.
It has been more than six months since I was with a man so I was tight. I held still and let him enjoy the feeling. I slowly started sliding him in and out of me and said, “You can do anything you want that makes you feel good.”
His hips began moving up and down to match my thrusts. Soon his instinct took over and he started pumping harder and faster. He suddenly stopped and pushed his penis in as far as it would go and I could feel him cum inside me. When he finished I lay down on his chest and we hugged. I whispered, “Oh that felt sooo good. Thank you.”
When he softened I told him that I had to get back to the girls. We dressed and he walked me back to my apartment.
Megan is very organized and soon had the office running better than I ever had. I wasn’t good at communicating with people and probably lost ten percent from tenants not paying their rent. She was more forceful than I was in collecting the rent and was collecting all of it the very first month that she was on the job. That in it’s self paid her salary.
That first night that Megan and I made love was wonderful. She was so kind, understanding, and gentle. We continued making love and she showed me more positions and ways to increase our pleasure. Soon she and the girls were staying at my house on the weekends. Megan and I stayed in the master bedroom and Katie and Tara stayed in the downstairs guest bedroom.
The second story of the house has three bedrooms, a large den, and two bathrooms. I seldom went upstairs and it smelled musty. I wanted each of the girls to have their own bedroom when they stayed on the weekends. With the help of Megan and the girls we redecorated the upstairs painting the walls in the girl’s favorite colors, bought new linen, and curtains and I had new carpet installed.
The girls started school and I lost my helpers. I missed them and it took some time to get used to them not being there everyday. With Megan working in the office in my house she soon took over looking after the house. She began cooking supper for us and doing a lot of my inside chores.
Instead of the girls riding the school bus or walking Megan drove them to and from school. One day I got a call from her saying her old car finally broke down and it wasn’t cost effective to repair it. She started using my pick-up truck to run errands and take the girls to and from school.
Both of the girls were B and C students mostly because Megan didn’t have the time to help them with their school work. I knew they were smart and I knew they could do better. With the extra time Megan and I had we tutored them and helped them with their homework and projects. Katie and Tara were excited and we were proud when they both brought home straight A report cards.
The afternoon before Thanksgiving Day I sat in the kitchen and watched as Megan and the girl’s baked pies and cookies. Megan is a very good cook and prepared one of the best Thanksgiving dinners that I could remember. The house had a festive air about it that I hadn’t seen since David was alive.
After dinner the girls were in the living room watching a movie while Megan and I sat together in the den by the fire place sipping after dinner drinks. The warm glow of the fire was the only light in the room. Outside a gentle snow fell lit only by the street lamps.
The conversation soon turned to Christmas and Megan told me that the girls have never had a good Christmas. When she was married to their father money was always tight. I told her this year we were going to make up for it.
Megan and I started making decorating plans and we gathering what we needed. The front room of the house was massive and designed to impress whoever walked through the front door.
I had a nine foot Christmas tree delivered and when the girls came home from school and saw the tree they squealed. I strung the tree with over two thousand miniature clear lights and I sat and watched as Megan and the girls trimmed the tree with all sorts of ornaments. I would lift one of the girls occasionally so they could place an ornament at the top of the tree.
Megan and the girls put pine garland and lights on the stair railings, fireplaces, and decorated the rest of the house in a Victorian style. I strung bursa merkez escort bayan lights on the outside of the house and decorated the yard with candy canes and Santa and his reindeer.
I loved the girls as much as I loved Megan, they were so affectionate. One of my favorite times is Friday night when Megan and the girls would spend the night. We would eat dinner and then sit in the family room and watch a movie. Before the movie the girls would take a bath.
When they finished their bathes, they would run to me and jump on my lap and give me hugs and kisses. They would cuddle up to me one on each side and we would watch the movie until bedtime. The smell of their little girl soap was intoxicating. They treated me just like I was their natural father.
I had special plans for Christmas and wanted Megan and the girls to spend the night Christmas Eve. Christmas morning came early as it always does with young children. I went a little overboard on the girls buying them bicycles, a computer, cell phones, i-pods, the latest x-box, and a lot of clothes and toys. Megan just shook her head and said, “Where are we going to put all this stuff?”
After they had opened all their gifts Katie looked up at me with sad eyes. I asked her, “What’s wrong Katie?”
She said, “You didn’t get very many presents. I wish I had a lot of money to buy you lots of nice things.”
I looked at both of the girls. “My precious angels, your love, hugs, and kisses are the greatest gift you could ever give me.” With that they both jumped up and grabbed me around the neck and gave me the tightest hugs ever. I think they loved me as much as I loved them.
I gave Megan a few inexpensive gifts saving the best two for the end when everyone was finished unwrapping gifts. With everyone watching I reached into my robe pocket and handed Megan a long slender box about the size of box that a bracelet would come in knowing that she would assume I had bought one for her.
When she opened the box her mouth dropped open and the girls asked, “What is it Mom?”
She pulled the key out and asked me, “What is it?”
I asked, “What does it looks like?”
“It… It looks like the keys to a car,” she answered.
I smiled and cocked my head toward the front door. She jumped up and moved to the front door while looking at me saying, “No you didn’t!”
She pulled the curtain back and saw the brand new SUV in the driveway with a big red bow on it. With all the screaming the girls were doing I thought the car dealership had delivered three SUV’s.
Megan ran back to me crying and hugged me saying, “No one has ever gotten me anything like that. Thank You James! I love you.”
With the four of us in one great big group hug I knew it was time to give her the last present. I stepped back a couple of steps and said, “I have one more present for you.”
I reached in my pocket and pulled out a 3 inch square box, about the size of box a ring would come in. Everybody knew what was coming next. The girls were jumping up and down squealing next to their mother.
Megan was still crying and she began to shake. I opened the box looking at the contents. I got down on one knee and looked at the girls and asked, “With your daughter’s permission.”
I then looked up to Megan, “Will you marry me?”
The girls tugged on her robe and kept repeating, “Say yes Mom say yes Mom.”
It took Megan a few seconds to find her voice but to me it seemed like an eternity. She grabbed me by the collar and pulled me up to her screaming, “Yes! Yes!”
Christmas day was shaping up to be the best day of my life. I had proposed to Megan and she said yes! Megan was still shaking as I pulled the ring out of the box and slipped it on her finger. We kissed for a few seconds before we were distracted by the girls. They suddenly realized all of the gifts they received this morning and tore into the boxes that they came in.
Megan said, “Girls! Girls! We need to get dressed so we can take this stuff back to the apartment, most of the things need to be set up and programmed.”
Both girls grabbed their new cell phones and started hammering on the key pads like pro’s as they slowly headed off to their bedrooms to get dressed.
I held Megan around the waist from behind and guided her to our room as she was busy fully examining her new diamond engagement ring. “James it’s so beautiful and big! It must have cost you a fortune.”
“Yes it was pricy,” I answered, “but you’re worth every penny that I spent.”
We walked into the bedroom and closed the door. Megan stopped and turned to me and gave me a strong hug and a very passionate kiss. After several seconds I broke the kiss and said, “The girls are going to be banging on the door any minute.”
Megan sighed and said in a very sexy voice, “You just wait until tonight I’m going to wear you out!”
She gave me another kiss as she rubbed her breasts into my chest. I was getting an erection as I wondered if Megan would think of some new way to make love to me.
A sad empty feeling all of a sudden hit me. Megan and the girls would be going back to her apartment tonight. I had thought on several occasions about asking her to move into the house permanently with me. I thought now was as good of time as any to ask her.
“Megan why don’t you and the girls move into the house with me right now? There’s a lot more room here and you’re already here most of the time.”
Megan smiled, “I didn’t want to be pushy. I was waiting for you to ask me and since we’re engaged it would make a lot of sense. I know the girls will be happy here and we need the extra room because of all the presents you got them.”
As we were getting dressed I asked, “Megan where do you want to take your new SUV on its maiden voyage?”
Megan looked surprised, “Oh my gosh! I almost forgot I have a new car!”
She thought for a moment, “Let’s take it to show my Mom and Dad. Mom will want to see my ring and Dad will want to see his new son-in-law to-be.”
We ate a lite breakfast knowing we were having a full Christmas turkey dinner this afternoon with all of Megan’s family.
I dangled the key to Megan’s new SUV in front of her as she finished checking on the turkey baking in the oven. She smiled at me as she took the key. We put on our jackets and headed out the door. It was a cold crisp morning, overnight it had been snowing lightly and there were a couple of inches of new pure white snow covering the foot or so of snow from previous snow falls.
The decorated Christmas trees in the yard looked tranquil and peaceful as the lights twinkled from under the snow covered limbs. Megan said, “James I’m so nervous this is the first brand new car I’ve ever owned or driven.”
“Just take it slow and easy,” I said, “it will drive just like my pickup truck.”
I walked to the driver’s door and opened it for her and said, “Get in and start it. Let it warm up while you look at everything. I’ll get the girls seat belted in and take the Christmas bow off.”
I got a snow brush out of my truck and brushed most of the snow off the car as I watched her closely examining the dashboard. I slid in the passenger side and watched Megan as she continued to study everything. She had the defroster on but it was a cold morning and she was holding her arms as she shivered.
I said “There’s a seat warmer button on the side of your seat next to the power seat controls.”
She giggled like a school girl as she pressed the seat warmer button and played with the power seat controls. I looked in the back seat at the girls and said, “What do you think? Do you like it?”
“Wow it’s so cool.” Tara said.
Katie asked, “Does it have a TV?”
I said, “It sure does.”
I reached in my jacket pocket and handed her a DVD. Megan put the SUV in gear and we slowly crawled out of the driveway.
It was early in the morning so the traffic was extremely light. Megan had both hands on the steering wheel and was cruising along just under the speed limit.
A couple of blocks away from the house we passed an apartment complex and I noticed a young child probably about Tara’s age sitting on the front step of one of the apartments. As we got closer I noticed that it was a young girl still dressed in her pajamas. She was wearing a coat that was too big for her and she was sitting with her knees up tight to her body holding her legs with her arms. Her chin was resting on her knees and she seemed to have a sad disappointed look on her face.
I thought to myself that her family was probably poor and she didn’t get what she wanted for Christmas. I sighed as I thought back to my childhood and remembered a couple of Christmas’ when the only presents I got were used clothes and maybe a single inexpensive toy.
One Christmas I sat and watched as my foster parents natural kids opened present after present getting three or four times as much as I got. When I protested I was yelled at and reminded that I could go back to the orphanage if I wanted.
It was plain to see even at that young age that some of my foster parents took a lot better care of their own children then they did the foster children entrusted into their care.
As we passed her Megan snapped me out of my trance by placing her hand high on my thigh and said, “This is the best Christmas I’ve ever had.”
She squeezed my thigh as she said; “I love you.”
I smiled at her trying to get those bad memories out of my head. I bent over to her and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and said, “I love you too.”
Megan pulled up in front of her parent’s small run-down house and honked the horn before we got out. I had been here before and seen that because of a lack of money the house was in need of a lot of maintenance. Megan’s father George didn’t have a high school diploma and therefore spent his whole life as a laborer. The heavy lifting he was required to do finally caused him a back injury a few years ago. They were living on a small disability check and the money Megan’s mom Linda made as a waitress.
George and Linda opened the front door and the girls ran to their grandparents and gave them hugs and kisses. George was a very nice man a little on the small side. He walked a little bent over with a slight limp from his disability. He was skinny, almost frail looking. He was distracted by the SUV as Megan said, “Do you like my new SUV?”
George said, “Where did you get that?”
Megan answered, “I got it for Christmas from James.”
Linda was now looking and said, “Oh honey it’s beautiful James must be getting serious about you.”
Megan began jumping up and down and said, “Ya mom real serious!” as she began flashing her engagement ring at her. Both women were squealing and began hugging and jumping up and down.
George shook my hand and said, “Congratulations James and welcome to the family.”
I barely got out the word ‘thanks’ when Linda began tip-toeing through the snow with outstretched arms to give me a hug. She was a very attractive woman with a small frame, probably in her early fifties. She was thin but not skinny, her housecoat was open and I watched her braless breasts bouncing quite nicely as she tip-toed through the snow towards me. The cold weather had made her nipples rock hard and I could feel them through my shirt as she hugged me.
We went inside and talked for a few minutes while the girls opened their Christmas presents from George and Linda. Megan at my urging had invited her family including her brother and sister and their families to Christmas dinner at our house.
On the drive home when we passed the apartment complex I looked to the apartment steps where I had seen the young girl sitting and was relieved to see that she wasn’t there. I hoped that she went back inside where it was warmer.
My name is Mary, I’m nine years old. I don’t remember my real parent’s. My first memory is being in Saint Catherine’s Orphanage. Once when I asked one of the Sister’s about my mother she said she gave me up for adoption when I was very young. I asked her why she gave me up but she didn’t know. I often think about why my real mother gave me away. Had I been a bad baby? Or maybe she didn’t want to or couldn’t take care of me. I tried real hard to remember what she looked like but there just isn’t any memory of her.
I’ve been in and out of three different foster homes and I’ve been living at this house for about a year and a half. I have a step sister and a step brother who are both older than me. My step mother is divorced so I don’t have a step father but she has a boy friend that comes by, usually at night.
My step sister and brother are mean to me. They push me around and they are always getting me into trouble. They make me do a lot of their chores when I get home from school before my step mother gets home from work. If I don’t do what they say they make up a story and I get yelled at and made to do extra work. If I protest my innocence my step mother just screams at me louder and usually spanks me. I’ve learned that it is better to not say anything and just take the punishment.
I don’t talk much to them and just try and stay out of their way. My bed is down in the basement and when my chores are done I usually go down there and study or read.
School isn’t much better all the kids tease me and call me “Orphan Mary” because my clothes are so old and out of date. My teacher is about the only person who is nice to me. We talk a lot but I’ve learned not to talk to her in front of the other kids because they call me teachers pet.
Christmas has always been a disappointment for me. When I was younger and believed in Santa I would be extra good before Christmas but to no avail. When I didn’t get the things I wanted my step parents would blame me for not being good. After I learned the truth about Santa I realized it was my foster parents that gave out the presents.
I woke early this Christmas morning waiting by the basement door for the others to wake up. When I heard them I went to the living room where the tree was set up and sat down on the floor in the corner out of the way. There were a lot of presents under the tree and I tried to read the names on them but from my spot I couldn’t see them clearly.
My step mother began handing out the presents giving my step brother and sister three each before I finally got one. When the presents were all handed out we all started tearing off the paper to reveal there contents. I saved the present that had the most promise of being the best one and opened the others. All the presents I received were used clothes except for a package of new socks and panties. I was careful to say thank you to my step mother after I opened each present.
I stopped for a moment to watch the others opening their presents. It was plain to see the difference in their presents compared to mine. I sighed and slowly opened my last present finding a new stuffed teddy bear. I was sad to see the way I was treated compared to the others, they clearly got more and better presents than I did.
After I cleaned up the Christmas wrappings I began to think about my real mother again and was hoping she would find me and come rescue me. I day-dreamed about how she would be rich and shower me with all kinds of expensive presents.
I didn’t feel like going down to my room so I put on my jacket and went outside still day dreaming about my real mother. I sat on the front steps and watched a few cars going by hoping that one of them was my real mother. I sat there until I started getting cold and the realization set in that no one was coming to get me. I felt sad and started to cry until I couldn’t bare the cold any more and went inside.
I was in the study hooking up the new computer while Megan and the girls were working on the Christmas dinner in the kitchen. I had tasted Megan’s turkey dinner on thanksgiving and the smell coming from the kitchen was driving me crazy. I heard some talking coming from them in the kitchen and then their voices went to a whisper.
I looked up and saw the girls come into the study with serious looks on the faces followed by Megan who had a huge grin on her face. The girls walked over to me and it was apparent that they had something very important to say to me. They stood in silence for a few seconds then Tara poked Katie and whispered, “Ask him.”
Katie had a thoughtful look on her face as she seemed to be searching for the right words to say.
“Mister James your going to marry our mother isn’t that right?”
I was wondering what this was leading too, so I answered, “Yes”
Katie continued, “And we’re all going to live here with you, right?”
I answered, “Yes”
“Well if you’re going to marry Mom and we’re going to live with you that makes you our new father, right?”
I looked at Megan who had a really big smile on her face as I answered Katie, “Yeees.”
Once again there was several seconds of silence and finally Tara couldn’t stand it any longer and spoke as quickly as she could, “Mister James is it ok if we call you daddy?”
Both girls had a nervous look in their eyes. Megan had tears of joy running down her cheeks as she smiled at me. I was at a loss for words. I was so happy and I didn’t think I could speak without my voice cracking so I held out my arms for them to give me a hug.
As I hugged them I whispered, “Girl’s it would make me the happiest man in the world if you called me daddy.”
I thought to myself about how lucky I was that Megan wanted to marry me. She was a beautiful, smart, sexy woman who was also a great cook and I was going to spend the rest of my life with her. As an added bonus I would also get to share in Katie and Tara lives as they grow into beautiful young ladies. Life couldn’t possibly get any better than this.
The girls watched me as I finished setting up the computer.
Megan said, “Come on girls, we have things to do in the kitchen.”
I got up and followed them into the kitchen. Megan had been teaching the girls how to cook for sometime and today one of their jobs was to make a cake from scratch. I sat at the table and watched them carefully measuring the ingredients. Megan was busy with other things but would look over and give them words of encouragement. They put the cake in the second oven to bake and started making the frosting.
When they finished with the frosting, Katie grabbed a clean spoon and took some frosting and held the spoon to me and said, “Daddy would you like a taste?”
It was the first time that she actually called me daddy. A wave of emotion came over me and I was blinking fast to keep the tears from running down my cheeks. I took the spoon and tasted. It was maple flavored and I thought it tasted real good. “Girls that’s the best frosting I’ve ever tasted.”
They both smiled and Tara gave me a hug and said, “Thanks daddy.”
Megan’s family arrived late morning and the house was a buzz of activity. Everyone congratulated us on our engagement and welcomed me to the family. Katie and Tara disappeared upstairs with their cousins and we only saw them again at dinner.
Christmas dinner with all the trimmings was the best I ever tasted. During dinner when the girls were listening I made a big deal about how delicious the dishes and cakes that they prepared were. The girls were happy and proud telling everyone that they made it.
After dinner we exchanged gifts and then the men settled down in the living room to watch the football game while the ladies talked in the kitchen. George and Linda were the last to leave and I blew out a long sigh as I closed the door behind them. It had been a long day, the girls were fast asleep before ten o-clock.
We went to bed shortly after and when Megan came out of the bathroom she was wearing a very sexy red push-up bra and matching panties. Covering everything was a lacy white see-through thigh length night gown. I sat up on the edge of the bed and whispered, “Wow Megan you look beautiful.”
I stood and walked to the center of the bedroom to give her a hug and kiss. As we kissed her arms went around my back into the waist band of my boxers and she squeezed my bare ass cheeks. I felt my shorts slowly move down my legs as Megan began kissing my chest getting lower and lower with each kiss.
She was now kneeling on the floor and I watched as she slowly licked the side of my penis. She held her tongue out and I felt it slide along the bottom of my shaft as she closed her lips around it. I placed my hands on her head as she slowly slid her lips back and forth not once did she stop licking on the underside of my penis.
The feeling was incredible with her warm soft tongue seemed to know where to touch it to give me the most pleasure. After a few minutes I warned her that I was cumming but she held my ass cheeks tight and looked at me nodding her approval. I released shot after shot of warm cum into her mouth.
Her hand went to my shaft and she milked the remainder of my cum into her mouth. She stood and pushed me back to the bed and I sat down. She slowly did a striptease removing the articles of clothing one at a time. By the time she finished I was ready for more action.
Megan pushed me down on the bed and crawled in lying on top of me. I reached for the lamp on the nightstand and shut it off. She made love to me until we fell asleep naked in each others arms.
Megan wanted a winter wonderland wedding so we were married in late February. We had a small wedding with about twenty people in attendance. Megan wore a beautiful lacy off white wedding dress with a white fur stole. The brides maids wore very light tan dresses with a darker fur stole, which made Megan’s dress look even whiter.
Katie and Tara stayed with Megan’s parents while we flew to the Caribbean for our honeymoon. We stayed in a honeymoon cottage at one of those ‘couples only’ all inclusive resorts. Our large private cottage had a hot tub and a small pool on the patio overlooking the beach.
We were somewhat surprised the first day when we went down to the beach and found most of the women topless. When Megan saw this she pulled me to the side and whispered, “James it’s been a fantasy of mine to go topless on a beach. Would you mind if I took my top off?”
I teased her, “I don’t know I’ll have to spend the whole time waist deep in the water. Sure go ahead I don’t mind.”
Megan’s eyes lit up as she reached for the string on her top. She was the mother of two but her body still looked good. When she took her top off she giggled and said, “I can’t believe altıparmak escort it, I’m so excited I almost wet myself.”
I enjoyed watching the women walking around flaunting themselves holding their chests out proudly for all to see.
It was early April and I was out front fixing a broken window on one of the apartments. It was about two-thirty in the afternoon and the school kids were walking by on their way home. I heard some shouting down at the end of the block and looked to see a group of kids. They all looked to be about the same age as Tara, about ten years old.
It looked like three girls picking on another girl. She was walking on the sidewalk with her head down and trying to ignore the girls picking on her. One of the three girls was pushing her from behind and then she pushed her real hard and the lone girl fell to the sidewalk.
I got down off my ladder and started walking down the sidewalk towards them. When the three girls saw me they walked past her leaving her on the sidewalk crying. As the three girls passed me, I tried to look mean and said, “Three against one isn’t fair.”
They ignored me and kept walking. I walked to the girl who was still sitting on the sidewalk sobbing and I helped her to her feet. She held her head down and didn’t look at me when I asked, “Are you OK?”
She nodded yes and I got a little glimpse at her face. She seemed familiar but I couldn’t remember from where. She began walking and peeked up at me as she went past me. I watched her as she continued walking slow, with her head down.
It reminded me of myself when I was about that age. I just transferred into a new school and a gang of boys, some of whom were in my class took it upon them selves to make my life miserable. I tried to make friends with them but they cut me down calling me ‘orphan boy’ and always picked on me.
I followed the girl at a distance back to the broken window I was working on. I watched her as she turned the corner and went out of sight. She was walking toward an apartment complex that was just a few blocks down the street. Suddenly I remembered where I had seen her, it was the same girl I saw sitting on the steps on Christmas morning when we drove to George and Linda’s house.
The next week Katie and Tara’s school was having ‘parent lunch day’. Parents were invited to the school to eat lunch with their children. Both girls ate lunch at the same time so Megan and I split up. Megan sat with Katie and I sat with Tara.
I met Tara’s class in the hall outside of the cafeteria. Tara smiled took my hand and said, “Hi daddy.”
Each class stayed in line at the lunch counter and then sat at the same long table with the teacher sitting at the end. Sitting next to the teacher was the girl that I saw last week getting picked on. I looked at Tara’s other class mates and saw the three girls that were picking on her. I bent down to Tara’s ear and whispered, “Who’s that girl sitting next to your teacher?”
Tara looked and then whispered to me, “Oh that’s just orphan Mary.”
I was surprised and a little upset at Tara for speaking down about her. I would have to speak to her when we got home.
Last year I told Megan that I was an orphan and about my childhood but the girls didn’t know anything about my childhood. I thought now would be a good time to tell the girls.
I sat the girls down and told them that I was an orphan and about my childhood. I didn’t hold anything back, I told them about being dragged away from my foster parents, being picked on at school, and not having any friends.
Both Katie and Tara were sobbing. After I finished my story Tara came to me and gave me a hug and said, “I’m sorry daddy.”
I told her, “That’s ok Tara you didn’t know.” I pulled her back at arms length, looked her in the eyes and said, “Mary hasn’t done anything wrong and she really needs a friend.”
A few days later, Tara came into the living room after school to talk to me. She said, “Daddy, I’ve tried talking to Mary a few times but she doesn’t seem to want to talk to me or be friends. What should I do?”
“Just give her some time.” I answered, “It will take some time for her to trust you.”
“Ok daddy,” Tara said, “I’ll keep trying.”
Every day Tara talked to me about her day and the progress she was making with Mary. I kept telling her to be patient she would come around. As the weeks passed Tara said that Mary was loosening up and beginning to talking to her. I told her to invite Mary to spend the night this weekend with us.
She came home from school with a big smile and said, “Mary is going to ask her foster mother if she can stay this weekend.”
The following day when Megan picked up the girls, Mary rode with them to her apartment to get her clothes. The girls got home and Mary walked into the house and looked around in wonderment. She said to Tara in a low voice, “This is your house?”
Tara nodded yes and said, “Daddy this is Mary.”
I shook her hand and said, “Hello Mary my name is James.”
Tara said, “Come on lets take your stuff to my room.”
All three girls ran up the stairs and we didn’t see them again until supper. I guessed that Mary was abandon as an infant at the Catholic orphanage. When the nuns named a child they always choose a biblical name.
During supper Mary didn’t say much. She kept her head down and didn’t make eye contact with anyone. I recognized her behavior and knew it was from being picked on and her attempt to keep a low profile. She behaved a lot like I did when I was young. I noticed Mary’s clothes were old and outdated probably from the goodwill or hand-me-downs.
After dinner I asked the girls, “Do you want to go see a movie?” They said yes and we picked out the latest Disney movie and left. After the movie we stopped at the local ice cream shop for a treat. When we got home it was our normal weekend bedtime so the girls headed up to their rooms.
Megan said as they headed up the stairs, “Don’t stay up too late.”
Megan and I lay in bed and talked for awhile. I told her about some of the things that I noticed about Mary and related them to my childhood.
Megan said, “The poor thing. What can we do to help her?”
I thought for a moment and said, “She needs a boost in confidence.”
We lay in silence for a few minutes and Megan said, “I know we’ll take then shopping at the mall tomorrow and buy Mary a nice dress and then take them to the hair salon.”
“Yes that’s a good idea and after that we’ll take them to dinner at Antonio’s.”
At breakfast Megan broke the news to the girls that we were going shopping at the mall and they were going to get their hair fixed at the salon. Mary is a very pretty girl. She has dark brown shoulder length hair with bangs that touch her beautiful brown eyes. Her hair is uneven in places which makes me think that her foster mother last cut it.
At the salon, they all had their hair washed and trimmed and they had manicures with the girls picking their favorite color nail polish. They were in the salon for about two hours so I walked around looking in stores while I waited for them. We left the salon and I told the girls that I was going to take them to Antonio’s for dinner and we needed to find Mary a nice dress.
They spent a couple more hours going in and out of the dress shops looking while I sat on a bench on the mall and watch the pretty girls walk by. After they left the last shop I asked Mary, “Have you seen anything that you like?”
She nodded and said, “I like the pink one at Penney’s.”
It was a pretty pink knee length dress with a white lace sash that tied in the back with a bow. We brought the dress to the register and paid. Mary seemed to be excited about the dress and dinner. She had a big smile on her face and her eyes were sparkling.
On the way home I listened to Katie and Tara tell Mary all about Antonio’s. Mary was excited and nervous saying, “I’ve never been to a fancy restaurant. I don’t know what to do.”
Tara answered, “Don’t worry just watch us we’ll show you what to do.”
The girl’s spent the rest of the afternoon getting ready. I was dressed for dinner and waiting in the living room for the ladies when I heard the girls coming down the steps and Katie said, “Daddy, we’re ready.”
I looked and saw three beautiful girls walking down the steps. Katie was wearing a nice dark blue dress with a white collar and white shoes. Tara had on a powder blue skirt with a white sweater. Mary looked very pretty in her pink dress. She was looking me straight in the eye, her eyes were sparkling and she was smiling from ear to ear. There had been a huge change in her from that sad little girl I saw sitting at the dinner table yesterday. “Girls, you look beautiful.” Tara curtsied to me and they all put their hands over their mouths as they giggled.
Megan came out of the bedroom wearing a dark blue sequined knee length dress. The dress plunged down the middle showing off her cleavage. If she was to walk down the street in that dress I had no drought that she would have stopped traffic or at the very least caused and accident. I gave her a wolf whistle and said, “Wow Megan you look very beautiful.”
She smiled and said, “Thank you James and you look very handsome.”
We pulled into Antonio’s valet parking and got out of the SUV. As we walked into the restaurant Megan was doing that supermodel walk where she slightly crossed her feet as she stepped. With her high heels on it made her ass move side to side in a very seductive way, I felt my penis begin to stir.
I looked in front of us at two male high school valets who had their eyes fixed on Megan. As we walked by Megan smiled at them and said, “Hello boys.” Neither one of them could speak they just stood there with their mouths hanging open but one of them managing to nod his head at her. Megan pulled me closer to her, she giggled as she whispered into my ear, “I wonder what those boys will be doing in their beds tonight.”
There were several couples waiting in the lobby as we walked in. As soon as Michael saw us he motioned to us to come forward. We greeted each other and he asked, “Table for five?”
I said, “Yes.” handing him a fifty.
Tara spoke, “Mister Michael is Jimmy working tonight?”
“Yes Miss Tara he is.”
Tara held her hand to Mary’s ear and told her something and they both began to giggle. I remembered Megan telling me a while back that Tara had a crush on one of the waiters that worked here.
I said to Michael, “We would like Jimmy as our waiter.”
As we followed Michael into the dining room he held up three fingers and three waiters made their way to our table, one of them being Jimmy. Michael smiled at Jimmy and discreetly pointed at Tara. Jimmy smiled and slowly nodded his head as they reached the table.
Jimmy stood behind Tara’s chair seating her and said, “Hello Miss Tara, you look very beautiful this evening.”
Tara was blushing but managed to say, “Thank you Jimmy.”
Michael seated Megan and said, “Jimmy, this is your table.”
They all left leaving Jimmy standing next to Tara waiting for me to order drinks. Megan looked at Tara who seemed to be in a dream world staring at Jimmy.
“Tara introduce your friend.”
Tara snapped out of her trance and said, “Jimmy this is my friend Mary.”
“Hello Miss Mary it’s nice to meet you.”
I ordered the girls favorite appetizers, a bottle of wine and looked at the girls and asked, “Shirley Temples?”
Katie and Tara quickly nodded yes but Mary had no idea what I was talking about. Tara whispered in her ear and she smiled and nodded yes.
The main course arrived and it was delicious as always. Jimmy paid close attention to all three girls bringing them what ever they asked for further intensifying the crushes they had on him. It was nice to watch Mary who was all smiles come out of her shell. Megan and I could tell she was enjoying herself by the amount of eye contact she made and by all of the talking she was doing.
The following week Megan got a call from the school. Tara had been in a fight and we needed to go talk to the principal. We walked into the office and I saw Tara, Mary, and the three girls who were picking on Mary sitting in chairs against the wall. I had a pretty good idea what the fight was about.
We went into the principal’s office and introduced ourselves and sat down. The principal said, “The five girls were at recess and they began fighting and pulling each others hair.”
Megan apologized for Tara’s behavior.
I told the principal in a very stern voice, “I witnessed those three girls picking on Mary a few weeks ago off school grounds and Tara was probably sticking up for her.”
The principal answered, “Yes, that is a possibility but for the safety of all the children I can not allow any fighting in this school. All five students will go home with their parents today and will be suspended for one day. You must warn Tara that any further fighting will be dealt with severely.”
I was pissed; I knew Tara was just sticking up for Mary who was probably ganged up on by the three girls.
After I calmed down a little and we were on the way home Megan said to Tara while she looked at me, “The principal is right Tara; you can not solve your problems by fighting. Someone always loses a fight and that person will start another fight making things worse until someone gets hurt. In the future the best thing to do is to walk away and tell your teacher.”
When we walked into the house Tara went to the couch and plopped down folding her arms in front of herself. Megan sat on the couch next to her and took Tara’s arm and pulled her onto her lap. She hugged her tight and whispered to her, “I know you think you were doing the right thing protecting Mary, but fighting is dangerous and you could get hurt. We’re just looking out for you trying to keep you safe.”
Tara served her one day suspension and went back to school the following day. When she returned home we asked, “How did school go?”
Tara answered, “Fine, but Mary didn’t go to school today.”
The next day after Megan picked the girls up from school she told me, “Tara is very upset. She said Mary was beaten by her foster mother.”
“Beaten? How badly?”
“I’m not sure, Tara said her back hurts and she has bruises on her butt and legs.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I have to do something we can’t just ignore what Tara told me. When I drop the girls off for school tomorrow I’ll talk to the principal. He seems concerned for the student’s welfare. He can have the school nurse look at her.”
The next day after the school nurse examined Mary our worst fears were confirmed. It appeared she had been struck several times on her back, butt, and the backs of her legs with a blunt object. The police were called and Mary was removed from school and brought to the local hospital to be examined further.
When Tara got home from school she came straight to me. I could tell she had been crying.
“Daddy, what’s going to happen to Mary?”
“Honey, Social Services will bring her to the orphanage until she can be placed in another foster home.” I could see the gears turning in her head she was thinking of a way to help Mary.
“Daddy, can you and mom be foster parents?”
I have to admit I had thought about the possibility of taking care of her yesterday when I heard that she was beaten. I looked at Megan to try and read a sign as to her feelings on the matter. I looked back at Tara and said, “I don’t know Tara your mother and I will have to talk about it.”
Tara figured that I was a possible yes so she turned to her mother and began begging.
“Please Mom, I don’t want to lose my friend. They’ll probably put her in a foster home that’s worse than the one she’s in now. She’ll have to change schools and start all over making friends. Please Mom please.”
Mary is a sweet girl and I was feeling tightness in my chest. After listening to Tara beg and seeing how happy Mary was staying with us for those two days I couldn’t bare the thought of her being jerked around in the system. A flood of bad memories from my childhood suddenly hit me like a ton of bricks. I felt a wave of emotion close in on me as a tear ran down my cheek. I took a deep breath and looked at Megan.
She smiled at me and said to Tara, “We’ll have to talk about it. We’ll see what we can do.”
Tara pulled her mother by the hand toward me and said, “Talk! Talk! Do you want me to leave?”
That night while lying in bed we talked. I said, “This is a long term commitment she’s ten years old and we’ll be responsible for her until she’s eighteen or longer.”
Megan sighed, “Yes I know it will be forever just like when the girls were born but she seems like a sweet girl and it will be nice watching her growing up. Where do you think she is right now?”
“Well, after she leaves the hospital they’ll probably take her back to Saint Catherine’s. They’ll process her in and she’ll be transferred to the school over there. She’ll probably start school on Monday.”
“Oh the poor girl.” Megan said, “She’ll be the new kid again and have to start over making friends.”
“Yes I know all about it. I’ve been in her situation it won’t be easy on her. Just so you know if we register as foster parents and they find out how big of a house we have they’ll be asking us to keep more kids. I’m afraid to say what happened to Mary happens all the time. You’ll get a phone call and have to set another plate at the table for dinner. Sometimes it happens that fast.”
We decided to fill out the paperwork and take it from there. The next morning we went to Social Services and put in the application. While there I saw a woman that I knew from my days in the orphanage that had placed me in foster homes. I introduced myself to Mrs. Parker and she remembered who I was. I asked her if we could bring Tara to see Mary so she could say hi to her.
She smiled and said, “I can do better than that.” She went and reviewed our application and called the references we had listed and within one hour she was in her car following us to our house.
When Mrs. Parker walked in the house she looked around and said, “My-my James you have done well for yourself.”
We showed her the rest of house and Tara’s bedroom where Mary would be sleeping until we could get the other upstairs bedroom refinished.
She said, “James, Megan I don’t see any problems with your application. I am going to transfer Mary into my personal care and I have no problem with her spending the night at her friend Tara’s house until your application is approved.”
Megan looked at both of us in shock.
I smiled at her and said, “You better set an extra plate at dinner tonight.”
I don’t know who was more excided, Megan or me. As we drove to the school to pick up the girls so they could ride with us to the orphanage Megan was talking about a million miles an hour.
“I’ll have to take them shopping. I wonder what size she wears? I wonder when her birthday is? Do you think she gets good grades in school?”
“Slow down Megan, we’ll take it one step at a time. We have the whole weekend to get her settled in and ready to go back to school.”
We walked into the school office and made the request to have Katie and Tara sent for early checkout. When the principal saw us he came over and talked with us. We told him that we had registered as foster parents and were going to picking up Mary from the orphanage.
He shook our hands and said, “I’m glad to hear that, she needs to be looked after. It really bothers me when children fall between the cracks and we can’t do anything about it. As soon as I hear from Social Services I’ll call so you can come in and take care of the paper work. In the mean time I’ll put you down as her contact in case of emergency.”
When Katie and Tara walked into the office Megan told them the good news. “Girls you have a new sister.”
Tara asked, “What do you mean Mom?”
“You’re going to the orphanage with us. Mary is going to live with us.”
They ran to us and we got hugs and kisses from both of them.
On the way to the orphanage I was beginning to get nervous. Over the years I had avoided driving by the orphanage because of all the bad memories I had about the place.
We arrived at the orphanage and parked in the visitors parking in front of the building. I turned off the ignition and sat behind the wheel looking at the front door.
Megan sensing something was wrong asked, “Are you ok? Is something wrong?”
I took in a deep nervous breath and answered, “This place brings back bad memories to me. This is the first time I’ve been here in twenty years.”
She got out of the SUV and walked around the front of the car and opened my door. She reached in and took my hand. “Come on, today you will have happy memories about this place.”
Megan sensing my discomfort held my arm and forced me to walk to the door. When I opened the door and looked in another strong emotion hit me. The interior of the building looked exactly the same. Even the sounds and the smell coming from the building were the same.
We walk into the waiting room and were greeted by Mrs. Parker. “Wait here,” she said, “I’ll go get her.” She left and we sat in the waiting room. I had seen this room several times during my childhood except I was always the one on the other end walking down the long hallway to the room wondering what my new foster parents looked like.
When Mrs. Parker and Mary came into the waiting room the girls squealed and ran to Mary. Mrs. Parker didn’t tell Mary who her new foster parents were so she was totally surprised to see us there.
Tara and Katie hugged her and said, “We’re your new sisters!”
Mary looked at Mrs. Parker and asked, “These are my new foster parents?”
Mrs. Parker smiled and said, “Yes”.
The excitement was too much for Mary. She had gone from such a low of being beaten unmercifully to going to the foster home she was desperately hoping for in her dreams. Mary lost control of her emotions and cried uncontrollably on Tara and Katie’s shoulders.
Mrs. Parker quietly walked over to me and gave me a hug and whispered, “James you are a good man. This is the favorite part of my job.”
There wasn’t a dry eye in the room. Megan knelt down and held her arms open. Mary ran to her and cried even harder on her shoulder. When she was somewhat recovered she opened her eyes and I knelt down on one knee and held out my arms to give her a hug.
I held her tight in my arms and whispered into her ear, “There, there Mary you’re safe now.”
When she finished crying I held her at arms length looked her in the eyes and said, “Mary I’m just like you. I’m also an orphan. Mrs. Parker brought me to this room more than once to meet my new foster parents.”
Mary looked up at Mrs. Parker as she nodded her head yes. Mary looked back at me and I continued, “I promise that you will never see this room again. We will never send you back here. You can live with us for the rest of your life.”
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