Sam knew something was up as soon as he got home. The rock that always hid his spare key was turned over. He didn't know why he kept that thing there; in case he locked himself out, he guessed. Well, it wasn't there now.
He approached the door and opened it cautiously, cringing at the creek of the hinge. So far nothing out of order. He padded into the foyer and peeked around toward the living room. Huh. Legs. He saw a pair of legs cocked over the armrest of his sofa, a pair of bare feet swinging back and forth. Bare legs, too, at least up to mid thigh where the back of the couch cut off his view. They were slender, just a bit curvy, young and female. Her plastic flip flops were kicked onto the floor beneath cute feet flashing cherry red toenails.
He watched for a few seconds, and caught sight of her phone in her hand a couple of times above the sofa, dangling a pink headphone cord. He relaxed and approached. As he cleared the edge and saw her face, he stopped and did a double take.
"Katie, is that you?"
She saw him and her face broke into a huge smile. "Hi, Mr. Hadron! Yeah, remember me?" she asked, pulling her earphones free.
"Of course I do," he said with a laugh. Kat's family had lived next door for years and Sam had gotten to be good friends with her parents and almost like an uncle to her, over the course of dozens of combined backyard BBQ's and pool parties. Hell, they used to watch the game at one neighbor's house or the other practically every weekend. But her family had moved out of the state a number of years ago and they'd all kind of lost touch. The last time he saw Katie she was getting Barbie's hair stuck in the hot tub jets and building castles in the sandbox with the grown-ups' beer cups.
"What's it been, eight years?" he asked, taking in the sight before him. She wasn't a little girl anymore, that much was certain. The tiny t-shirt of a dress she had on was stretched nearly to its limit over her substantial breasts, her large nipples pressing into the thin cotton. It would have been about mid-thigh length standing up, but lying on the cushions on her back as she was, with her legs kicked up over the armrest, made it sit a good deal higher on her. Right up to the edge, he thought, not quite able to see anything much besides enticing expanses of tender inner thigh.
"Yeah, I think so," she agreed. "I just graduated a couple of months ago."
"Wow, congratulations Kat!"
"Thanks Mr. Hadron," she beamed.
"Kat, you're all grown up now. You call me Sam, alright?"
She grinned. "Okay, Sam."
"So, what's the story? What brings you out here?"
"Well, Mr--er, I mean, well, Sam, I had my eighteenth birthday a while back. And my parents just haven't been very understanding of my needs for, you know, more privacy and independence, now that I'm an adult. I kind of wanted to get away from all that. And I've been missing the beach out this way. I thought, maybe, if I asked you, I might be able to stay here for a bit. Just while I look for a place of my own."
"Ah, I see." He walked around in front of the sofa. "Well that could be alright, I suppose, but there'd be a few things to work out, I think." He paced a little. "You see I've got just the one bedroom in here. Just the one bed."
"Oh, I wouldn't mind crashing here on the couch," she said, with a pleading look.
"Oh, no, I couldn't make you do that. It's really just kind of a love seat. Look how your legs hang off. No, I think I'll have to share the bed with you. It's really plenty large and I couldn't make you cram in here when I have all that space to myself."
She was nodding along, realizing he wasn't saying no. "Well that does sound better," she agreed.
He stopped pacing and reached down to pull his shirt up over his head. He tossed it aside and looked at her. "There's just a little hiccup," he said. The girl's eyes had gone a little round.
"What do you mean, Mr, er, Sam?"
He unbuttoned his pants, and hooked his thumbs into his boxers, starting to ease them down. Her eyes went even wider in surprise as his penis came into view.
"You see, Kat, I sleep in the nude." He pushed the pants the rest of the way down and stepped out. His cock hung heavy and thick, swinging between his thighs as he moved, and he enjoyed the way her eyes followed it, mesmerized. "I sleep like this," he continued, gesturing at his naked body. "So if we're going to share a bed we have to be sure that you'll be okay with that."
"Oh." She was silent for a moment, taking him in. His cock was filling, slowly, just from the pleasure of her attention. And perhaps a bit of anticipation. Finally, she nodded. "I don't mind, Sam."
"Good." He smiled. "Now, how about you?"
"What about me?"
"Well, you're not a girl anymore. A woman like you, I'm sure, doesn't wear pajamas to bed, does she?"
"Oh, no," she shook her head quickly. "Of course not."
"Right. I mean, some young women might still wear a little something. But not a woman so mature for her age as you, I bet."
"No, you're right, Sam," she nodded. "I sleep naked all the time. Been doing it for a while now."
"I thought so," he said, sitting down on the edge of the couch. "Why don't you stand up for me. Here, there you go." She swung her legs out past him and stood, and he reached over and took the hem of her dress and slowly lifted it up. She had little cotton panties on, and the cutest little cleft where the flimsy fabric reached across her pussy. "Lift up your arms, sweetie." She gave a nervous laugh as she did what he asked, and he drew the garment up past her perky, voluminous tits, which bounced wonderfully as they fell free, and then up over her head.
"And these," he said encouragingly, as he reached for the panties. He touched the elastic at her leg band, slipping a finger underneath, along the side of her pussy, and lifting the material up just a bit.
"I'm not sure this is necessary, Mr. Hadron," she said, looking adorably nervous, the way she tucked a knee inward, nibbling on one side of her lower lip.
"Of course it is." He took hold of her waist band and worked it down her hips, and to the floor at her feet. Her pussy was completely smooth. Her labia were round mounds on each side of a moist, pinkish crevice. She kind of instinctively brought a hand down, protectively touching herself with a few fingertips, in a way that just made her look more vulnerable and tempting.
"That's great, Katie," he said, giving her an appraising stare.
"Yeah?"
"Come here, sit down with me." She started to sit and he guided her pert little bottom into his lap, draping her legs over his. Her cheeks pulled apart a little as she sank down onto him. His cock stretched out and lay alongside her hip, firming up and growing thicker against her warm skin. She felt it and looked down, fascinated.
"Remember this?" he asked, bringing a hand up, pinching her nose. "Got your nose," he joked.
She giggled and smiled at him with affection, remembering how they used to play. "Of course," she laughed, her supple young body jiggling against his delightfully.
He laughed with her, and moved his hand down a bit, bringing his thumb to rest on her lower lip, and tugging it down slightly. She looked a little confused by the new twist on their old game, but her teeth parted, perhaps to say something, and he slipped right in, lightly touching her tongue, feeling its texture, warm and moist.
"Now just one last thing to deal with," he said, casually exploring her tongue, which jumped and wriggled against him enjoyably, unsure how to react to the intruding digit. His other hand was resting on her bare back, stroking her along the length of her spine with a familiar touch as if they relaxed together like this every day. "What kind of rent were you thinking about?" he asked.
She looked a little surprised, and said something like "Enth?" as best she could around his thumb. He pulled it out, dragging a trail of saliva along with it, across her cheek, and then her chin. He let the hand fall to her shoulder and the spit covered thumb rested on her collarbone.
"Rent?" she repeated, licking her lips.
"Yes, what were you thinking of contributing?" he asked, hand sliding down now onto her soft, expansive breast. She took a deep breath as he squeezed her tit and pinched her big pink nipple.
"I'm not sure," she squeaked, "I don't have any money right now, that's why I need a place..."
