Callie Patterson woke up at 6:48 AM on June first, officially eighteen years old. Every year she somehow woke at the exact time she was born to the very minute. Her parents had religious reasons why they did not did not want her to date until she legally became an adult. Which had just happened. Besides, Callie felt reluctant to deal with the drama of being in a relationship.
That morning after a shower, Callie went for a run. As she jogged on a pathway that went behind the High School, two men blocked her path from going either direction. Callie was worried about their intentions. Being so early and a Saturday, no one else was around. They made comments about how tightly her t-shirt clung to her chest and how they admired her tanned and toned legs.
"Come on guys, just let me go on my run," she said.
"Well maybe after you show us your tits," one of them said.
"And a blow job would be nice," said the other.
"Not happening," Callie replied sternly.
"Then we are going to take you with us and have some fun," one said as he grabbed her arms.
The other man grasped her legs and they began to drag her to their car. Callie was sure they would take her someplace and rape her. There seemed to be no one around to hear her pleas. Then suddenly a large man appeared and grabbed both of them away from her and sent them to the ground from crashing blows from his right hand. Both would be attackers got up and scattered, leaving Callie feeling relieved and safe.
"Thank you so much for saving me Al!" Callie exclaimed.
"You know me?" the man said.
"Yea. You're Al Jacobs. You just live a few blocks from me on Maple street. I've admired...I mean seen you several times. You sure have a nice looking home. I'm Callie by the way. Today is my eighteenth birthday. Glad it did not end up badly, thanks to you."
"It's great to meet you Callie. I've seen you around also. May I say you are an attractive young lady?"
"Thanks Al. You sure are big, I mean tall. How much?"
"I am seven foot two inches tall."
"Wow!"
"Hey would you like to come over for a visit?" Al asked, "I have a outdoor pool and indoor hot tub. Just offering and I don't expect anything. I got divorced a year ago and would like some company. If you want."
"Sure!" Callie replied. "How about tomorrow around 2PM?"
"Sounds good. Bring a suit if you want to use the pool."
"Okay. May I ask your age?" Callie inquired.
"I am thirty. Is that a problem?"
"Nope, just curious. See you tomorrow."
***
Callie took a long shower the next morning, and looked forward to going to Al's home. Then she examined her nude body in the full length bathroom mirror. Her damp red hair hung over her shoulders and she admired her toned legs and abdomen. Her breasts were not overly large but she felt they had appealing curves. Below her waist was a soft patch of lightly trimmed pubic hair which matched the color of her hair. She knew some other girls trimmed more or shaved completely, but she thought of the reddish curls as sexy.
She thought about Al as she got her things ready. He was twelve years older and she wondered if he had any romantic feelings for her, or just wanted a friend. Either way she was eager to get to his place. Callie slipped into a light purple bikini with tie strings for the back and hips. Then she put on shorts and a t-shirt, and headed out.
A few minutes later she rang the doorbell at Al's home. He opened the door and welcomed her in. Callie was immediately impressed with what she saw. The living room had several recliners and a long comfy looking sofa. She noticed an electric guitar in the corner and assumed he played it. He took her on a quick tour, and when they entered his bedroom Callie wondered what it would be like to share the queen sized bed with him. The bathroom had a walk in shower with a glass door, easily big enough for three people. There were two sinks on the granite counter and a mirror above that stretched across the entire counter length.
"This is sure a beautiful home," Callie stated.
"Thanks. I do okay with my job as a commercial pilot and have money saved up. But a house is not a home when I feel lonely here."
"I understand lonely," Callie said. "I have only a couple of friends and they are not that close. They act childish and I would like some more mature talk. Can I admit something?"
"Anything you want tell me is fine," Al responded.
"Well you know I just turned eighteen. But I have never had a boyfriend or even been kissed, Yet alone anything...you know...sexual. I just never had a good person to talk to about this. My parents are great and very supportive, but refuse to talk about sex."
"I may not be an expert, but you can talk to me. I will try to help."
"Thanks Al," Callie said. "Can I take a swim?"
A few minutes later she stood poolside and removed her top and shorts. She saw Al's eyes look over her body, and sensed he approved. He sat in a chair and watched her swim until she was done and climbed out. Callie reclined in the lounge chair next to him, and enjoyed the warm sun on on her damp body. Glancing down, she noticed how her bush made a small outline beneath her suit and wondered if he did also. Callie was also aware of how her nipples were visible under the thin fabric.
"You have a great body Callie, and I love that bikini."
"Thanks, purple is my favorite color."
"So do you have any embarrassing stories?" Al asked.
"Actually there is one, if you really want to hear it."
"Yea sure."
"OK. This happened to me last year. I was at the mall looking for a new bikini. I just wore a button-up shirt and a pair of jeans. I didn't wear a bra because my breasts are really perky and I figured no one would notice. The mall had a revolving exit door which I stepped into behind some guy. Well, he suddenly turned and pushed the door in the opposite direction. I felt something pulling me backwards and realized my shirt had gotten caught in the door. I panicked and tried straining forward. But my sleeves were caught and the buttons of my shirt popped off almost all at once. I was topless with my shirt caught in the door which had stopped moving, leaving me trapped inside. My hands were caught in the cuffs so my arms were pinned behind me with no way to cover up. Groups of people gathered on the sidewalk and inside the entrance. I tried to pull my arms free, but that made my breasts press up against the glass. It had to be a real treat for the guys outside with their cell-phone cameras. I had to wait for a maintenance guy while they all stared. It only took about twenty minutes but if felt like an eternity. I still can't go to a mall without blushing, much less use a revolving door."
"Shall we go to that mall together?" Al asked her jokingly.
"Yea sure thing...not. You just want to see my tits."
"True, I do. But not like that."
"How then?" Callie inquired.
"It would be a romantic setting, just me and you. With kissing and touching. Maybe you'd let me take off your top and bra so I could kiss those sweet looking breasts."
"That sounds nice," Callie told him softly, wishing he would do what he had just mentioned.
"Don't get me wrong but I am attracted to you, but don't expect anything besides friendship. Would you like to go to a movie tonight?"
"Sure thing. What time should I be here?"
"How about 6? That gives us time to decide which movie and talk some."
