On The Run Ch 02 2

Chapter 2

Lucee opened the door and glanced around. "Nice place you have here. Do you live alone?" She asked because there was a noticeable absence of any feminine touches in the front room.

He hung the shotgun back on the rack above the door and let Maggie inside, who immediately jumped on the couch and spread out. He grabbed a couple bottles of water from the fridge and handed her one. He Then went to the plush gray recliner and sat. "Yes, my wife passed away a year ago and the kids are grown and gone."

Lucee sat on the end of the couch not occupied by Maggie and curled her feet under her. "I'm Lucee White, and you are?"

"Ralph Johnson."

"Well, Ralph, I suppose you want to know a few things about me, right?"

Ralph nodded, "White does not sound like a Hispanic name and you have no Spanish accent, you said you were an American citizen. None of that makes sense as to why you were traveling with illegal immigrants."

"No, it doesn't. First of all, I was born on a military base in the Phillippines, my father was black and in the army. My mom was Filipino, so I'm a mixture of both." She paused, "Both are no longer living. My dad died from a heart attack when I was seven and my mom took me to live with relatives in Costa Rica. She got heavy into drugs and died from an overdose a couple months ago. My cousin tried to rape me, so I left and have been living on the streets since then."

Lucee took a swig of her water before continuing. "I heard a crowd of people from various countries were on a trek to America, so I just joined them in hopes of making it back to the U.S."

Ralph digested the information and felt his heart soften towards her. "I'm sorry for your losses and I commend you on being able to make it here. How old are you?"

"A woman never tells her age, rude to even ask. So what now?"

He gazed at her as he thought. She was actually very cute, with stormy colored eyes, high cheekbones, long dark hair halfway down her back that would look nice when groomed properly. But it was her gray eyes that captured his attention. They were a multi-colored gray speckles that caught the light and glittered like precious jewels. He felt a stirring in his loins that he had not experienced for a long time. He quickly dismissed that line of thinking.

"Since you are a citizen, the logical course would be to alert the authorities; they have protocols on how to deal with homeless minors."

She frowned, "That would be child services and a foster home most likely. I don't remember any family members here. I DO NOT want to be in a foster home," she said emphatically, "they are dangerous, if you know what I mean."

He did understand the risks, especially sexual abuse and she was quite lovely. "I don't see any other choice. Sooner or later someone will report you missing or neighbors will be asking questions and more than likely call the cops themselves."

Lucee gazed into his eyes intently, "I have another option. I can stay with you and if anyone questions it, we can just say I'm a niece that needs to be isolated from her old friends that led her down the path of drugs. Living here would be like rehab. You'd be sorta of a hero for taking me in."

If he had been a cartoon character, his jaw would have hit the ground. "Yeah, that doesn't sound like a good idea, way too many things could go wrong." He was thinking mainly about his attraction to her, that would be very dangerous.

"Actually, it's a great plan," she grinned. "No one could prove it wasn't true, especially if I get a new ID with the same last name. We would just have to stick to the story, only Maggie would know different and I doubt she would be willing to rat on us." At the mention of her name, Maggie turned around and sniffed Lucee's hand and grinned the way dogs do. "See, she agrees." Lucee began petting the animal.

Normally, Maggie would not let anyone except Ralph touch her, he was amazed at her acceptance of Lucee in such a short time. "I don't know, so many things could go wrong and I don't want to end up in jail for harboring a fugitive or be accused of kidnapping a young girl."

"I understand, so I guess I'll be on my way. Living on the streets isn't so bad." Cliff could see the disappointment in her face and felt like an ass. He couldn't just toss her out. She stood and grabbed her backpack.

"Wait, let's think about it overnight and see if we can come up with any other solutions."

She dropped her bag and leaped onto his lap, throwing her arms around his neck, she snuggled into his chest. "Thank you, I knew you were a good man." Not sure what to do he wrapped his arms around her.

"Well, I hope I am." The pressure of her tight butt pressed into his groin and he felt his member beginning to engorge with blood. Jeez, I'm such a pervert, he thought. "Listen, nothing personal, but you need a bath."

She raised her head and smiled, "Yeah, it's been a few days."

She pecked him on the cheek and stood up. He quickly rearranged his swollen penis and stood. He pointed to the bathroom, "There's a towel, soap and shampoo in the shower. Do you have clean clothes?"

"Just underwear, the rest needs to be washed."

"I'll leave a tee shirt and shorts outside the door, they might be a little big, then we'll wash your clothes."

She picked up her bag and walked to the bathroom. He couldn't help but watch her firm butt wiggle as she walked. He felt his cock begin to harden again. He turned towards the bedroom to hide his embarrassment. Lucee entered the shower room and shut the door. A few moments later he heard the water running.

He wondered what the hell he was doing, letting her stay here. It could only turn out to be a bad thing. He went to the bedroom and found his smallest shirt and shorts. When he returned, Maggie looked at him with her amber eyes accusingly. "I know, it's a mistake, but I just can't kick her out." Maggie huffed a, "Yeah, right," at him.

He went into the kitchen, grabbed some eggs and bacon from the refrigerator. Placing a cast iron skillet on the stove, he began to cook some bacon. The aroma of frying pork made his mouth water. He cracked some eggs and scrambled them in with the bacon, while waiting he popped some whole wheat bread into the toaster.

He heard the bathroom door open and glanced that way. Lucee stood in the doorway wearing just the tee shirt that fell to just above her knees. Her wet hair hung limply around her shoulders getting the shirt wet that clung to her curves. He could clearly make out the budding breasts beneath the thin material, her nipples were prominently pushing up the cotton fabric. The shirt revealed her slim waist and ample hips making her look more mature than her petite form indicated. She was gorgeous. "I made some breakfast, you hungry?"

"Famished!" She gently towel her hair removing most of the water and began to brush out the tangles as she walked to the kitchen bar. He placed the plate of food before her and stood across the bar and began eating his. She hungrily scooped the food into her mouth, barely chewing.

"Milk, water or a coke?"

With her mouth half-full she muttered, "Milk would be great." He poured a large glass and pushed it across to her. She downed half the liquid before coming up for air. "Wow, that tastes so good after weeks of lukewarm water."

She finished her food and pushed the plate back, "Thank you so much, that was delicious."

"More?"

"I would say yes, but if I eat too much right now, I'd probably throw it up. Don't want to waste good food." She got up and went to the couch and began brushing her hair. He followed and collapsed into the recliner. "A favor?" He nodded. She stood and crossed the room turned around facing away from him. "Could you brush out the tangles, I can't reach back there." She held out the brush.

Ralph took the brush and started tugging on the tangles, she winced. "Sorry, been awhile since I brushed my daughter's hair." He continued carefully. Using his fingers to first separate the clumps and then brush it out. The fragrance of the freshly laundered hair filled his nostrils and the feel of her silky tendrils gave him a rush like never before. He could make out the curve of her ass and crack through the thin fabric that only added to his discomfort. This was so awkward. His attraction to her excited and disgusted him at the same time. His mind said no, but his body betrayed him. When he finished, her hair was shiny, silky and had just a slight wave that reflected the light famously. He handed her back the brush.

"Thanks, it feels so good to be clean, a full stomach, now I just want to curl up and sleep."

There's a spare bedroom upstairs, please feel free to use it."

He put the recliner back. "Actually, I really need a hug, can you do that for me?" She cooed.

His thoughts jumbled as the adrenaline coursed through his body. Before he could say no, she climbed up next to him and nestled her body alongside his. She laid her head on his chest, curled one leg across his and put an arm over his stomach. "You are so warm," she mumbled. His arm naturally snaked around her. He felt her breathing slow and within seconds she was sound asleep.

He lay there feeling her body pulse with her breathing. Her warmth and the smell of her freshly washed skin assaulted his nose causing an arousal more intense that he had ever experienced. What was he becoming? How wrong was this? Maggie lifted her head and seemingly shook it from side to side then laid her head back on her paws. "I know," he whispered to her, "this is going to be a problem." Soon he too drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 3

Ralph woke slowly and felt the need to desperately pee. His dick was swollen from the urge and realized that Lucee was still cuddled up in his arms. He slowly extricated himself from her and hastened to the bathroom and relieved himself. He returned to find her stretched out in the recliner still sound asleep. A quick glance at his watch revealed a couple hours had passed since she fell asleep nestled in his embrace. He couldn't stop himself from admiring her lithe form. The tee shirt had ridden up revealing her taunt thighs and long legs. He thought he could even see the hint of a dark patch between her legs. He grabbed a blanket from the back of the couch and gently covered her.

Shaking his head to clear the evil thoughts from his mind he backed away from her. He needed a cigarette. Although he had quit years ago, he kept a pack for emergency situations and he was sure this qualified. He retrieved a smoke and stepped out on the front porch and lit up. Maggie followed to take care of business and as she came back to the porch gave him a look that made him feel rather pathetic. "Yeah, I know, I'm a weak person." Maggie huffed and sat down next to him. "What are we going to do with her, girl?" He reached down to pet her.

He finished his cigarette and flipped it into the yard without any answer from his dog about how to proceed. He went back inside and found her backpack. He took it to the laundry room and emptied it on the table. Two pairs of jeans, the pair of shorts she had been wearing, three tee shirts and some bikini underwear fell out. He threw it all into the washer, put in some detergent and fabric softener and began the cycle.

Her toothbrush sans toothpaste, a photo, pocketknife and three dollars were all that remained on the table. He picked up the picture, a dark skinned man, Asian woman and a child, Lucee looked at him. All were smiling and it seemed to be a good time in their lives. On the back were their names and a date. The picture appeared to be well-worn as if she had held it and pressed her fingers against the images many times. She appeared to be about five-years-old.

He felt the tears of compassion well up in his eyes. She had experienced some tragic times and he was amazed she was not a basket case. He dabbed his tears with the sleeve of the shirt and replaced her meager belongings back in the bag along with a satchel of potpourri to freshen the contents.

He went to the kitchen, took out some ground beef and began to brown it on the stove. He obtained a box of spaghetti from the cupboard and started the water boiling. He cut up onions, garlic and tomatoes, then placed them in a pan along with some tomato sauce. He stirred in the ground meat and added some seasonings. A very pleasant aroma began circulating through the the kitchen. He pondered if he should get out a bottle of wine for the dinner, but was unsure about giving alcohol to a child. Well, she was a child, a teenager that looked like an adult. She most likely had experienced more heartache that most adults and seemingly had coped with it extremely well. Maybe she deserved a little wine to relax.

"That smells heavenly." He turned to find the source of the comment and was astonished at the sight of a beautiful girl/woman standing in the doorway. His breath caught in his chest and his heart rate climbed higher. She was so gorgeous.

"It's just some spaghetti, nothing fancy," he commented.

She walked over and dipped her nose over the simmering sauce. "Well, it sure smells like a five star meal to me." Then she went to him and put her arms around his waist and murmured. "Thank you for taking care of me." Her head came to just below his chin and he rested it on the top of her hair. He inhaled her fragrance and instantly became aroused. He was sure she could feel the lump through the thin shirt. His face colored and he started to back away. She gripped him tighter. "Please just hold me, it's been so long that I've felt this safe and secure."

He wrapped his arms around her torso and they stood for a few moments enjoying the closeness. She looked up at him, "You are such a good man." She stood on her toes and placed a kiss on his cheek. "I do not want to leave, please let me stay with you," she implored.

The lump in his throat and pants became bigger and he choked back a sob. "You can stay as long as you like."

She grinned and got back on her toes and this time kissed him softly on the lips. "Thank you!"

He could feel her heartbeat and the small mounds of her breast press into him. He resisted the urge to plunge his tongue into her mouth and he backed away, turning to hide his erection. "It's my pleasure." He took a deep breath to calm his nerves. The urges he was fighting was straining his resolve and was sure at any moment it would dissolve and he would forcibly take her. "I washed your clothes, they should be done and I'll put them in the dryer so you'll have stuff to wear."

She had a sly grin on her face and cocked her head to the side. Her hair fell across her chest and she looked like a pixie. "If it's okay with you, I'll just wear your tee shirts. They're comfortable and I feel so unteathered. Unless you don't want me to."

Talk about loaded questions, he thought. "No, that's okay, just try to stay modest. After all I'm a man and your beautiful." Damn, did he say that out loud?

Lucee smiled, "You think I'm beautiful?"

Damn it, he had blurted out his thoughts. "Well, of course you are. Everybody's beautiful in their own way." Whew, maybe that will calm things down some. His actions were becoming a problem.

"Well, some are and some are just ugly and evil. But you are not. After all, you could have taken advantage of me while I slept, lots of men tried. But you have honor and integrity, I like that in a man."

Shit, if she knew my true thoughts, she wouldn't say that. "I try," he said. "I think dinner is ready, more milk?"

"Please."

He dished out the spaghetti and lavishly ladled out copious amounts of sauce. He handed her a plate and took his to the bar. They sat together and silently ate for a few minutes. He glanced at her and noticed a speck of sauce on her chin. He reached over and dabbed it with his finger. Before he could retract his digit, she captured it with her mouth and sucked off the sauce. "I don't want to waste any of this," she mentioned after releasing his finger.

His thoughts went wild as he imagined her pouty lips engulfing his cock and sliding her mouth on the shaft. Damn, he was losing his mind. Did she realize what she was putting him through. She thought he was honorable, but all he wanted to do was ravage her body, not much honor there. "So, have you been in school at all this year?"

She giggled, "Wow, talk about changing the subject! But no, most of the time we were walking or trying to catch rides towards the border. Finding food was the priority and school was not even thought of," she explained. "Do I sound stupid or ignorant?"

"No, no not at all, you sound very intelligent, I didn't mean to make it sound bad, just making conversation," he back paddled. "I mean you speak two languages, that's a sign of being smart."

She laughed, "Actually, I speak three, English, Spanish and Tagalog."

"Oh, wow, that's even crazier," Ralph commented.

They finished their dinner with some more small talk. As he was collecting the dishes and placing them in the dishwasher, Lucee hinted, "You know if we had some wine that would make the evening just spectacular."

Well, I guess that answers my question, he thought. "I just happened to have some, but wasn't sure giving it to someone not twenty-one would be a good idea," Ralph retorted.

"I'm not a kid anymore, that ship sailed a long time ago," Lucee encouraged him.

Ralph retrieved the wine he had stashed in the cupboard and poured two glasses. He handed her one and they moved to the couch and sipped their wine. "If you're going to stay, I suppose we should go into town and buy you some decent clothes. You can't keep wearing the same thing all the time."

She sipped from the glass and commented, "That is so sweet, but I can manage with what I have."

"No, I insist. Besides I want to buy you a dress, just in case we go to some place fancy for dinner or something," Ralph reiterated.

She leaned her head back on the couch causing her shirt to ride up very close to her pubic area. He knew he shouldn't look, but couldn't resist the temptation. With her eyes closed, she softly whispered, "Ralph, I haven't felt so happy in such a long time. You make me feel so special. I want to do something special for you too."

His pecker went instantly rigid. Was she going to offer herself to him? He was ready to say yes. "Tomorrow, I want to make you breakfast and bring it to you in bed. Is that okay?"

"Huh?" He felt the blood rush from his erection back into his bloodstream. "Uh, yeah, that would be great," he faked enthusiasm.

She hopped up and finished her wine. "Great, I'm exhausted, so I'll see you in the morning. Remember, stay in bed until I bring you breakfast." She leaned over and gave him a hug and a peck on the cheek before scurrying upstairs to the bedroom.

"Shit!" He rubbed his peter through his pants, but it was too late, the fire was out. Maggie hopped out of the recliner and looked at him with pity. Then she spread out on the floor.

Chapter 4

He opened his eyes to a beautiful sight. Lucee stood at the side of the bed with a tray in her hands. "Here's the breakfast I promised you."

He scooted up until his back rested on the headboard. "Thank you," he replied. She placed the tray on his lap. He looked at the pancakes covered with syrup and his mouth watered.

She sat on the edge of the bed. "I hope you like them. I'm not the greatest cook, but I did learn to survive."

He cut off a portion and placed it in his mouth. It was quite tasty. "Tastes very good."

She smiled and watched him eat. Truthfully, she found him quite attractive and she told the truth about feeling safe and happy. It had been a long time since she had trusted anyone, especially a man. But Ralph was different. She knew full well that he wanted her, his preference for younger women was obvious from the beginning, but he had kept his desires in check. She also understood that he could only contain his urges for so long. She had for so long wanted to give herself to someone, her complete body, mind and soul, maybe she had found that person.