This story is true. The names have been changed and the locations obscured to respect people's privacy, the chronology has been altered to make for a better story, and the size of my dick has been exaggerated because it is my story.
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In the Summer of 2019, I graduated from college, found my first salaried job, and leased my first apartment on my own, without roommates. Even though the job was not especially lucrative, I had more money coming in than I ever had in my life and felt rich. My apartment was new construction and looked great. Every weekend it was party central. Aside from the occasional party hookup, I had a best friend with benefits for companionship and frequent sleepovers.
In short, life was grand.
That Christmas, after spending the holiday with my family, I made the 12-hour drive to visit my old roommate for New Year's. My roommate, Rod, his parents, his sister Jane, her high school friend, Deb, his other sister, Cristy, with her fiancé, Carl, and I toasted in 2020 with champagne and high hopes. We were all certain that 2020 would be a great year.
On Friday the thirteenth of March we received news that the office was closing and all work would be remote. Everything was locked down. There would be no more wild weekend party hookups. My friend with benefits moved back home to live with her parents. The loneliness set in.
A few weeks later, I was just hanging out one night around 11 p.m. and my phone rang with an unknown caller. I answered the phone with some hesitation. It was my old roommate's little sister's friend, Deb. I was surprised to hear from her. I had barely spoken to her at New Year's and thought she was in high school. I guessed she was 15 or 16 at best. I quickly found out that she was 20 and in college, not high school. She had gone to high school with my roommate's sister.
After we laughed over the misunderstanding, we talked for nearly an hour. She was locked down alone at school and was feeling the isolation. I discovered her college was in the next state, four or five hours away. She said that she passed my exit on the interstate when she went home. I joked she should drop in and say hello when she was in the neighborhood.
We talked about the lockdown, her school, my job, music, but nothing remotely sexual. Looking back on it, it was an random conversation with a lonely kid far away. Several months passed and I didn't hear from her again. I didn't really think about it.
In late May or early June, I had been helping another old roommate move, came home around 2 a.m. and jumped in the shower to remove the sweat and grunge from the long day. I was exhausted. I let the water flow over my head as I washed my body, paying special attention to my pits, crotch and ass as always.
As I emerged from the shower, it was nearly three o'clock and my phone was ringing. Wondering who would be calling at this hour, I answered the unknown number and it was that girl again, Deb. She said she was on her way home from school, got a late start and wanted to know if she could crash at my place. I assured her that would be fine and asked where she was. She said she was at my exit on the interstate and had just exited. I gave her my address and hung up.
"Shit," I muttered. The interstate exit was only two minutes away from my front door. I toweled off as best I could, threw on the only thing handy, my old swim team warm-up robe that covered the essentials, but barely, and dashed around the apartment, picking up an empty pizza box, numerous beer cans and discarded laundry.
I had just plopped down in the big easy chair with my back to the open front door to wait when she walked up, tentatively speaking, "Knock, knock?" and stepping in.
I really saw her for the first time. I had met her before, but dismissed her as high school jailbait, and could not even remember what she looked like. She hugged me like an old friend and I realized that she was very small, under 5-foot, but perfectly proportioned with nice tits and a killer ass. With shoulder-length blond hair framing a cute face highlighted by green eyes, a pert nose, and a slight overbite that only made her look younger, she could pass for 15.
I kidded her about how young she looked and she said she gets it all the time. She proceeded to show me her Maryland driver license and her birthday was indeed October 22. 1999. "Why do you have a Maryland license? Is this a fake ID? Debbie Mae Goldfarb?" I asked. It certainly looked real.
She explained that her father had some hush-hush government job. She spent summer vacations with him and he gave her a car the summer after her sixteenth birthday. Technically, her legal residence was still Maryland. Her mother was originally from West Virginia and her Jewish stepfather had legally adopted her, hence her name which she originally hated but now embraced.
