DEBBIE'S ALL GROWN UP
Larry Tilton lives three doors down from me on the East side of Pleasant Street. Larry has been divorced for about three years, now. He and his ex-wife were married for eight years, and have a couple of wonderful kids.
The marriage came apart because Larry's ex-wife, Monica, developed a drinking problem. That led to Larry having a short affair with Debbie Lawrence, a cute neighborhood girl who babysat for them. I'll give him credit; he broke off the affair in an effort to help his wife recover from her drinking problem. Despite their best efforts, though, the marriage failed, and Larry and Monica got divorced. Larry got the house here on Pleasant Street and Monica moved back to her home town, with the kids.
The kids are still close to their father, and spend holidays and school vacations with him.
Since the divorce, Larry has dated a little, but he really hasn't gotten serious about anyone. He and I talk from time to time, and occasionally, Debbie Lawrence's name has come up. If you ask me, I think he's still a little smitten with her.
Debbie graduated from college a few weeks ago, and is home. She's starting a job here in town in a few weeks, but right now she's at loose ends. I've seen her sunbathing in her back yard a few times, and I guess I understand why Larry can't get her out of his mind. I wonder if she feels the same way about him that he does about her.
"I JUST STOPPED BY TO SAY 'HI'"
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Debbie Lawrence couldn't understand why she couldn't stop thinking about Larry Tilton. Years earlier, when she used to babysit his kids, they'd had a brief affair. Actually, Mr. Tilton was an important man in her life; the man who'd taken her virginity. She'd been upset when the affair ended, but she understood Mr. Tilton's desire to salvage his marriage.
Then, the other day, her mother mentioned that the Tiltons had gotten divorced several years earlier. Ever since she heard that, Debbie couldn't stop thinking about Mr. Tilton. Did he know she was home? Did he remember her? Was there any chance he still cared for her?
Although she wouldn't admit it, Debbie still had a huge crush on Mr. Tilton. She decided she'd drop in and see him. Maybe he didn't know she was home. She went to her room and tried to decide what she should wear. She found herself very concerned that she look just right.
She finally decided what she wanted, and took off her clothes. First, she donned a peach-colored satin bra, and matching thong bikini. She realized she was dressing as if Larry Tilton was going to want her, and that she might be disappointed, but she didn't let that stop her. Over the very sexy underthings, she put a soft white ribbed cotton top that was pretty loose. Next she pulled a pair of teal-colored soft cotton fleece shorts up over her lovely legs.
Once she was dressed, Debbie checked herself in the full-length mirror on the back of her bedroom door. She was satisfied by what she saw. Her softly curled silky light brown hair dangled to her waist, surrounding her pert face and shoulders like a fluffy halo. Her body was still slim and had filled out a little since the last time she'd seen Mr. Tilton. She still wasn't quite satisfied with her breasts, which she wished were larger.
She looked at herself and recalled some of the things she used to do when she was babysitting for Tilton's. She used to like to go into their bedroom and feel Mr. Tilton's things. The smell of him on his clothing used to make her stomach feel funny. In fact, remembering it was giving her that same giddy feeling. Once in a while, wanting to get even closer to him, she would take her blouse and bra off and put one of his shirts over her bare upper body. Every time she did that, her nipples got so hard they hurt and she got so turned on she had to masturbate and make herself come. Those reactions, too, were beginning to happen, as she stood in her bedroom, remembering.
"If I'm going to do this, I better get going," Debbie told herself. She walked out of her bedroom, downstairs, out the front door, and started up the street toward the Tilton house.
Debbie found it harder and harder to think clearly as got closer to the Tilton house. She wasn't sure how she'd react if it turned out he wasn't interested in her any more, but she'd committed herself. It was too late to turn back now.
"What am I going to do if...if he has someone else?" she thought as she started up the steps to the back door of the house. "What...what if...if he's engaged, or something? Maybe...maybe I just ought to go home." She took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
Larry, who had just come into the kitchen to get himself a soda, heard the knocking and opened the door. His eyes widened when he saw Debbie standing there, looking even lovelier than he'd remembered her. His heart was pounding, his throat was tight, and his hands were trembling.
"Hi, Mr. Tilton," Debbie said softly.
"Ah...Debbie...ah...Hi...please...please come in," Larry stammered. He backed up so Debbie could come in the house. "God!" he thought as she moved by him, "She's even more beautiful than she was five years ago!"
Once Debbie was inside, they stood looking at each other. Neither Larry nor Debbie seemed to know what to say.
"I...I didn't expect to see you today, Debbie," Larry stammered.
"I...I wasn't sure you wanted to see me," Debbie responded, her voice very soft.
"I...I did...want...to...see...you," Larry stammered. He took a step toward her. "I've been thinking about you." All he could think of was taking Debbie in his arms, and kissing her. It had been so long! And he'd thought about it so much!
"You...you have?" Debbie responded, looking at him, her heart thudding. She took a step toward him.
Suddenly, they were in each other's arms. Their lips joined, their bodies pressed together, and both of them felt passion flaring. No further talk was necessary.
Larry didn't think it was possible for him to get close enough to Debbie. He cupped her bottom and pulled her against his already-erect cock.
With a groan, Debbie thrust her hips forward and her hands tangled in his hair. She felt Mr. Tilton's hands slide down, push her shorts down, then move onto her bare buttocks, which were hardly covered by her very scanty string bikini. She couldn't believe how aroused she was and how quickly he had gotten her that way.
Mr. Tilton's hands, squeezing her buttocks, were driving her wild. His tongue, lashing in her mouth, had her panting with lustfulness. She felt the juices of arousal pouring out of her, soaking the silken panel of her panties. She'd never needed anyone as much as she needed Mr. Tilton!
Larry was so turned on he couldn't wait to get Debbie to the bedroom to make love to her. His cock felt as if it was about to rip a hole in his pants and the urgent movement of Debbie's buttocks in his hands wasn't helping things at all.
"Oh, God, Debbie! I...I have to have you!" Larry murmured. "I...I can't wait!" He lifted the trembling young woman off her feet and started carrying her toward the kitchen table.
Debbie kicked her shorts off as Mr. Tilton carried her across the kitchen. She had no idea what he was up to, but the fact that he obviously wanted her desperately was terribly thrilling.
"We...we're going to make love here...in...in the kitchen?" Debbie wondered, when Mr. Tilton sat her on the kitchen table. "Oh, God!" she murmured when Mr. Tilton dropped his trousers, pulled out his erect penis, pushed aside the excitement soaked panel of her panties, and shoved his swollen organ into her. She couldn't believe it! He was making love her in the kitchen, on the table!
