After watching Anna devour two man-sized TV dinners, three large tumblers of milk, and the remnants of the spaghetti I'd thrown together during the previous weekend, I set her up as comfortably as I could in the tiny bedroom that used to be my daughters, and stumbled to the sofa with a glass of wine for my daily dose of sensationalism compliments of the local news network. Despite the clips designed to hold my attention through the battery of commercials, I found my thoughts straying towards an uncertain future with Anna, and the lifestyle changes her co-occupancy would evoke. Barely able to support myself on my meager retirement, the only apparent resolution was for my young house guest to accept her immediate initiation into the working world and her share of household responsibilities. I could offer her little outside of the security of a caring environment which would probably be far too little for a rebellious cast away.
The bed beckoned comfortably, and I slid between the sheets with my mind in overdrive. As the reassuring waves of rest overtook the remnants of my minds chaos, the vision of angelic innocence appeared at the doorway. Stray rays from the street light illuminated the delicate creature wrapped only in a tattered white sheet, stirring the sleep from my eyes and a nagging warmth in my groin. She slid beneath the covers wordlessly, and within moments she was asleep with her armed wrapped around my torso and her head tucked securely in my armpit. A kiss to her forehead as my hand moved to her soft and slender forearm, and I, too, forgot the world for one more night.
When I awoke, Anna was gone, the sheet she wore still crumpled beside my bed. The faint smell of ham and eggs drifted through the air, as I rose and showered to confront her with the financial dilemma her presence evoked. The kitchen was empty; but there was a warm breakfast with a small dandelion on the plate and a scribbled note on a paper towel that stated simply: 'C U LATER.' Perhaps Anna had figured out from her meager surroundings and the lack of food in the refrigerator, that there were much better places to be. It was one of the best hand and egg omelets I've had in years, and her bed was neatly made with a several dandelions bunched on the middle, but the thought of her leaving without a word saddened me. She was young and pretty, and she'd do well I thought, as I threw the laundry into the machine a brought out some chicken to thaw from the freezer. It wasn't until I pulled the clothes out of the dryer that I recognized her tattered skirt and blouse. Maybe there weren't better places to be.
The video store just down the street had been looking for help for several weeks until I walked in and offered my services. The work was easy and the pay a notch above minimum wage but the owner was desperate and so was I. Starting immediately, I tagged a note on the door letting Anna know of my whereabouts and struggled to absorb a multitude of terminologies and new technologies. One of the perks was free movies to view and the hours offered minimal conflicts with my normal routines. By eleven in the evening, I was relieved to go through the lock down procedures and stagger home on feet that had doubled in size. She was waiting on the porch in a waitress outfit she had borrowed from one of her new co-workers. A half eaten pizza lay in a box beside her along with several bags of left-over entrée's she rescued from their apparent demise in the dumpster.
Anna began to babble of her day and her dreams until I stood her up and hugged her with all the love that welled up within. As we withdrew, a silent tear graced her cheek, and words were lost. Staggering into the shower, I began to lather my aching limbs, unaware that she had disrobed and snuck in to the steaming refuge behind me. Her gentle hands began to lather the soap residue on my back as gentle kisses followed down my spine. Turning to behold the firm, fragrant waif whose eyes glowed with love, I found the strength that comes from a thousand lonely nights filling my hands, as I caressed her delicate lines and explored her intimate recesses. She orgasmed almost immediately when my trembling hands cupped her vulva; she was a virgin. I hurriedly left the steamy stall ashamed and frightened. Locking my bedroom door as I hurriedly entered, I slept alone, chiding myself for violating the confidences I was trying to create.
Sleep did not come easily that night, and the steady rainfall that heralded the morning was a mere precursor to one of the worst days of my life. Anna was gone, her bed never slept in and a one word note on the kitchen table that merely proclaimed 'Sorry.' I searched for her everywhere but she was unheard of; a shadow that had swept through my life like a spring breeze and left without closure. By the time I entered the video store, I was tired and saturated but determined not to fail as I had so recently in my own home. Another sleepless night followed my labors, and the dawn found me searching the local establishments with new fervor but to no avail. By the time I stumbled onto my porch, I had accepted my failure and vowed never to ride the "rescue" train again. That was until I glanced across the street and spied a huddled figure on my favorite park bench.
Fearing it was Mabel, I hurried across the wet pavement, getting doused unmercifully by several cars as they raced through the puddles. Approaching the huddled figure, I paused when I noted the leg humper was nowhere in site. That is when Anna turned to face me with such overwhelming sadness written on her face that me knees almost buckled. Recovering quickly, I ran to her and swept her tiny figure into my lonely arms. The attempt to carry her home in my arms failed miserably within the first few slippery steps. Undaunted, she grabbed my hand and we raced through the park and onto the patio. Between tortured breaths we kissed for an eternity, melting our fears with the warm passion we shared.
I pulled her through the front door and into the shower. As I detached the house key for her to use, she fumbled through her pocket and thrust a handful of wilted dandelions into my face. As we traded tokens, she excitedly babbled of the loneliness she felt and the significance of the wilted flowers that followed her everywhere. For her, dandelions were beautiful, rugged, and enduring; able to adapt to most any environment and make the best out of it. With a knowing smile as my response, I cranked on the hot water and slowly began to uncover the beautiful charms hidden beneath the dripping wet rags. She was beautiful and sensitive despite what the cruel world had thrown at her. Exploring her tender beauty under the steamy spray, I let my mouth descend first on to the hardened nipples, once erect from the cold, but now engorged with anticipation before descending down on to the sensual lips that my hands had anxiously caressed several night earlier. The sweet nectar of her youth flooded my mouth with just the lightest caress of my tongue, and I continued to suckle her intimate treasures until her knees buckled from orgasmic overload.
From her kneeling position, she quickly recovered and eagerly began exploring the intimacies of my unique masculinity, probing and caressing new life into the tired flesh that had long ago resigned itself to the companionship of my hands. Her tiny breasts were a delight to caress and her long sinewy legs were as smooth as silk as they encircled my own. Touching and teasing, she brought me precipitously close to my own orgasm before I could withdraw and escort her to the comforting confines of my bed. I took her virginity that night with all the gentleness and sensitivity my wisdom and experience could afford; delighting in the forceful spasms of her sex heralding the onset of her numerous orgasms. It was only after exhaustion overcame her, that my seed erupted within her with more force than I thought capable of delivering. We slept soundly in each others embrace.
I stirred early, and disentangling myself from the delicate spread eagle waif I had ravaged the night before. The sheets were awash with our drying passions and my muscles were alive with agony. I brought her breakfast in bed, as it was her day off, and played with her treasures until she could bear no more. Once more entering her delicate essence, I watched as she twisted beneath me in orgasmic torment, mewing and gasping until she finally collapsed amidst a pool of her delicious ejaculate. My shift arrived far too soon, and the sadness in her eyes was painfully evident until I reassured her that I'd "C U Later."
That was some time ago; there were many challenges in our way, but her gentle untiring love and my dedication and experience brought us through. A cautious friendship was soon established with her kin so that when they passed away tragically, Anna was left with more than enough to support her comfortably with her thoughtful investments. Mabel latched onto a retired trucker who didn't seem to mind the dog, and they joined us every Thursday for dinner. Anna took my position in the video store and within six months became the manager of a thriving business that recently added two new locations throughout the city. I spend my time keeping Anna happy, and writing, realizing that a new beginning was somehow forced into my life and that I've somehow become the rescued rather than the "rescuer." We always have a bowl of dandelions on the kitchen table.
