This is an passage from part of a novel titled Naked Portraits I'm publishing a piece at a time here at Literotica. Some readers may not be interested in a long read so I thought I'd post a few of the juicy sex scenes just to see what would happen.
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Hawking Detrick Heinz, Hawk to all who knew him, drove home to his upscale San Diego neighborhood of Mission Hills. Hawk was a bit of a prodigy and at the tender age of nineteen had completed his first year of graduate study at the San Diego Institute of Technology. Prodigy or not, it turned out to be a grueling year at SDIT and he exhaled a monstrous sigh totally relieved that his first year of graduate school was now behind him.
A year ago, he had discovered that SDIT had an obscure graduate study called science business and the economy. To annoy his parents, mainly his mother, he had declared himself a business major. He smiled treasuring the memory of his mom, president of the SDIT science board, spitting fire when he told her he was forsaking the family calling to the sciences for business school. Lately though, he was having misgivings and was seriously considering changing his grad focus to anthropology, if such a thing were possible at at this late stage.
"You were right mom," he said gloomily, "business school blows.".
His cell phone rang. "Speak of the devil," he said as he answered.
Before he could say a word, his mom, Olivia Derrick-Heinz said. "I have a new assistant staying in the pool house. When you get home, go knock on her door, introduce yourself, and then drive her to the market or anywhere else she may need to go. The poor thing has no driver's license."
Hawk rolled his eyes. His plan was to meet up with his surfing buddies and hit the water to kick off the summer. The thought of spending his first day of freedom driving one of his mom's math geeks around town sucked big time.
He took a deep breath and said in a firm tone, "Sure mom happy to."
He wasn't being a good obedient son, just a practical one. His mother always got her way in the end.
"Thank you sweetie and don't embarrass me by telling her you're a business major," Olivia said. "Say something more worthy like poetry or philosophy, basket weaving even." On that note of disapproval she ended the call.
With a big sigh that mutated into a scream at the heavens, he gunned his Jetta south. One hour later, he parked the car in his parent's circular driveway. Seething with impotent anger, he grabbed his stuff, entered the house and rushed up stairs. He dropped his bags on the floor of his room then dashed out into the hallway at full speed. If he could get things done with the math geek fast enough he might still have some time to hang with his friends and maybe even catch a few waves before the sun went down.
In the hall, he smacked into someone coming out of the bathroom near his room. It was a woman and she let out a small scream and stumbled. Instinctively, he reached out to grab her as she lurched backwards.
Hawk found himself stared at a tall, beautiful and totally naked redheaded woman. In his right hand was the yellow bath towel he had unwittingly liberated from her.
"Olivia and Herman are my parents! I live here!" he blurted out before she started screaming for help.
She didn't scream, and calmly, with a heavy English accent, she said, "You must be Hawking. I'm Anna Grayson your mother's assistant at the new science wing."
Absurdly, Anna Grayson held out her right hand. Hawk took it and they shook. Anna cleared her throat.
It occurred to him a little late that she was expecting him to hand over the towel and not shake her hand. Stupidly, he kept shaking her hand, the woman's naked beauty trumping his ability to thing rationally. She was slim with athletic arms and legs, pleasing b-cup breasts and a narrow waist giving her a wonderful hourglass shape. The triangle of hair between her legs was as red as the hair on her head. In her bare feet, she looked close to his height at six feet, every inch of her was covered in faint freckles. Her beautiful face was classic Gaelic with high cheekbones, full lips, and the most incredible green eyes he'd ever seen on a human being.
His brain finally found the will to bypass his erection. He stopped shaking her hand and held the towel out for her to take back. She gave him a slanted smile but didn't take the towel. Instead, she walked passed him to the guestroom door one down from his room. His eyes locked on her slim freckled ass until she disappeared into the room closing the door behind her. He stood paralyzed, holding the damp towel staring at the closed door. He lifted the towel to his face and inhaled a musky feminine soap. Breaking his paralysis, he walked to the guestroom door.
"My mom said you needed to do some shopping?" He cringed at saying my mom. It made him sound like an idiot kid. He bulled on. "I'll be happy to drive?"
"That would be brilliant," Anna Grayson called a good distance from the door.
"I'll be in the kitchen? Down stairs? Waiting? Okay?" She didn't answer so he hung the towel on the door knob. "Um, you're towel's hanging on the doorknob."
"All right." Her voice was loud and clear, she was clearly standing just on the other side of the closed door now.
He rushed away worried that he was totally creep the woman out. He went down stairs to wait for her in the kitchen. As he waited, he willed the erection in his jean to go away. It turned out to be a pointless exercise, no way Mr. Happy was clearing out after all that. Anna entered the kitchen dressed in slightly baggy jeans and a bulky sweatshirt. Her clothes disappeared in his mind for the memory of her nakedness was burned permanently onto his frontal cortex. She wore no makeup that he could see and her damp red hair hung down to her shoulders. She beamed him a sweet smile that gave him goosebumps.
"Workmen are putting in tile in the pool house bath so I came to the big house to shower," Anna said in her sexy accent. "Sorry for the exhibitionism. I always use bravado to cover up embarrassment." She walked over to the refrigerator, opened it and suddenly laughed, a sound Hawk could easily get used to. "You probably think I'm an idiot hussy."
"No not at all," He said seriously.
"Liar," she said and laughed again giving him great joy that he was the cause of her merriment. She closed the fridge door, walked back to the counter and poured herself some orange juice. "My list is quit extensive," she said, "and I don't want to take up your time. I could hire a taxi, your mother will cover the expense I'm sure."
"Really, no trouble!" Hawk said failing miserably at sounding casual.
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For the next month, Hawk made sure he was available to chauffeur Ms. Grayson about town. It seriously cut into his surfing time but a man must make sacrifices in life. His surfing friends absolutely understood after getting a glimpse of Anna at a beach outing a few weeks down the line. Even thought he burned to tell someone, Hawk, always the gentleman, never told his friends of the Anna's nude introduction.
She called him Hawking even though he said told her to call him Hawk the way everyone else did. He didn't mind. Hell, if she called him dick for brains he wouldn't corrected her. To say he had a crush on her was putting it mildly. And how many crushes started with seeing the desired one naked? Not many outside of a strip club he wagered.
With every shopping jaunt, Hawk learned things about Anna Grayson. She was addicted to running and did five miles a day, she liked black tea piping hot and finds the idea of iced tea repulsive, loves authentic Mexican cooking, American police dramas and tennis. She finished her masters in mathematics at twenty-eight.
