One day, quite a while ago, I was sitting at home by myself when my doorbell rang. When I answered the door, there was a young, beautiful blonde there, and I recognized her right away. "Hi," she said. "My name is Kelly." The introduction was unnecessary because all red-blooded men could easily recognize the beautiful Kelly Bundy. I especially remembered the show a few weeks ago when she celebrated her eighteenth birthday, and how horny I got thinking she was legal now.
"Come in," I said, eagerly. "My name is George. What can I do for you, and I hope I know what the answer is?"
"Hi, George. You seem really sweet. I'm trying to find my friend's house and her address is a lot like yours. This is it here." She showed me an envelope where the return address indicated the house would be across the street. Kelly has never been known for her brains and she was apparently not aware that odd numbered addresses were usually on one side of the street and even numbers were on the other.
I, however, was very aware of her soft, long blonde hair, beautiful face, succulent cleavage under her partially unbuttoned blouse, and long, gorgeous legs and curvaceous ass under her short skirt. "Come in and sit down, Kelly, I told her. "I will try to figure out where your friend's place is, but it won't be easy, from just this information."
"Gee, George, you really are sweet. I've gotten all hot and sweaty from looking for her address. Do you mine if I take this off?" She was referring to her blouse, and I could see that she was not wearing a bra under it.
"I don't mind. Why don't you really relax and take off that hot skirt, too?"
"That's a good idea, George. You really are sweet, and smart too. I could just kiss you."
Seconds later, wearing just her bikini panties, Kelly was holding out her arms for me, and I was not slow to respond. Although Kelly was really gorgeous, with her big, firm breasts with their pretty pink nipples, her flat but soft belly and her long, shapely legs, she was equally good at kissing as she was at looking good. We both had our mouths open and our tongues were practically fucking between our mouths. When we finally came up for air, Kelly said "George, you are just about the sweetest guy I have ever known, helping out a stranger like this. I would really like to have sex with you, to show my appreciation."
"Well, Kelly, if you really want to, I guess it would be all right. I'm not really all that busy and I think I can spare the time." As I was being Joe Cool, my cock was trying to burst out of my pants. "The bedroom is down here," and I attempted to lead this brainless beauty down the hallway.
As I started down the hallway, Kelly stopped me. "Isn't that your car in the driveway? Why don't we go out and get into the back seat?"
"We can't use the car, Kelly. I have a flat tire and I have to call Triple-A to come and fix it."
"Gee, George. How can we have sex if we can't use the car?"
"I'm not sure, Kelly, but maybe we can find a place down the hallway here." This time I held her hand tightly as I led her down the hall and Kelly followed me until we reached my bedroom. The door was open so I put my arm around her, partly out of affection and partly so she wouldn't walk away, and walked in with her.
"You have a nice, big bed," Kelly told me. "Do you think we can have sex there. When my daddy is in bed with my mother, I think they have sex sometimes but he never seems to like it very much. She complains a lot too, and says daddy is too fast. I know he played football in high school; do you think that's what she means when she says he's too fast?"
"Well, Kelly, that must be what she means. Since I didn't play football in high school, I didn't score a lot of touchdowns like your daddy did, four in one game once, and I won't be fast. So, that means you are going to like having sex in this bed, and even if I don't like it very much, I want you to enjoy it.
"Okay, George. You sure are sweet, being so nice to me, and you don't even know me." Kelly sat on the edge of the bed, wearing only her bikini panties, and reached for my belt buckle. "Don't you have to take down your pants, though?"
While Kelly was unbuckling my belt and opening my fly, I unbuttoned my shirt and started to remove it. "Are you hot, too?," she asked, as she pulled down my pants.
"No, I just like to take off my shirt"
Still wearing my shorts, I climbed onto the bed by Kelly, placed one hand under one of her gorgeous globes and started licking her pretty, pink nipple. "That feels funny," she said. "But what are you doing? Don't you want to put your thing into my peepee hole and have sex? That was when I realized that Kelly, for all her experience, had probably never made love, although she had sex many times, usually in the back seat of a car or on the beach or other casual places, never even in a bed. I also realized that all her boyfriends were dumb jocks or doltish clods who probably didn't even know about foreplay. Since Kelly was too dumb to know the difference, she had possibly never had an orgasm. In a manner of speaking, I might have a chance to cop her cherry.
"Kelly, I know you have had sex with a lot of guys but have you ever cum with them?"