Carl sat down to a glass of brandy. Three ice cubes. A nice fire and his best robe. He wore pajama bottoms and slippers but no shirt. He liked to feel the warmth from the fire on his chest. Moving to this neighborhood was the best choice he had ever made. Well, retiring early was the best choice. Moving to this suburb was a close second. It was quiet, calm, and relaxing. He could travel when he wanted adventure, and his ex-wife would definitely never come looking for him here. Carl was in his early 40's. He had thick dark hair that was just starting to get silver on the sides, a masculine jaw line, and a solid build. He had all the mannerisms of a fine gentlemen and he took pride in his appearance. Women liked him and he knew it. He enjoyed it, and it had gotten him into trouble before. Carl was well off financially, and he used money to impress women. He had several "friends" that he met with frequently, it was all casual, friendly and sexual.
The rain came was coming down hard outside and it beat against his window, but the thunder had stopped. He was enthralled in his book. His thoughts strayed to questions of the validity of the Roman senate, and he was deep in a philosophical mindset when there was suddenly a loud knock on the door.
He bolted up from his chair, and was instantly zapped to the present from his 2,000-year journey to the past. He tied his robe shut and hurried across the study to the entryway. He opened the door and there stood the shivering, wet, figure of his neighbor's oldest daughter, Abby.
"Abby! What on earth is going on? Please come in, come in... You're drenched! Oh my god, are you OK? What happened?"
"Yes. Thanks, Mr. Parker." Her wet hair was stuck to her forehead and she wore a white hoodie that read 'Wellsville Tigers' in red block letters. Her leggings were black and she was wearing dirty white vans. She was absolutely soaked.
"I'm so sorry to bother you, I locked myself out!" She wiped the wet hair from her face.
"Oh no!" said Carl, repressing a chuckle. "Come in, come in! Here, do you want me to call your dad?"
Abby shook her head. "I don't think he will pick up. They are in Beijing and it's, like, already 3 AM there."
"Oh my gosh! How long are they gone?"
"Until next Tuesday..."
"Hmm... Well here let's get you dried off. Come upstairs and I'll find something for you to change into. We'll figure something out."
"Thanks Mr. Parker. I'm so sorry to bother you..."
"Not at all. If you have to you can spend the night on the couch. It's not great, but I'll find you some bedding."
She followed Carl upstairs to his bedroom and he put out got a towel for her. "Here, you go ahead and dry off. Feel free to find something to wear and let's throw your clothes in the dryer."
"Oh thank you. I didn't know where else to go. It's so late... I saw your light on and I-"
"Hey Abby, you can call me Carl, OK? The 'Mr. Parker' thing is making me feel old" he tried to chuckle.
She smiled and nodded.
***
Abby was a, healthy, normal 18-year old girl. She was on the ladies tennis team at Wellsville High, was addicted to her cell phone, and knew all the words to every song that came on the radio. She must have been about five seven. She was shapely, but not chubby. And she was cute but not flashy. She had a genuine smile, and bright green eyes and just the right amount of freckles. Her hair was a warm brown color. Her perky breasts were probably small "D's" and they were currently well defined under the wet fabric of her sweatshirt. She lived two houses down from Carl and had met him several times before. Her father had borrowed Carl's lawnmower once and took him golfing as a thank you.
"Thanks so much Mr. Parker. I feel so dumb."
"Haha! Well I suppose it could happen to the best of us" Carl smiled "I'll go get you a bed made up. It's almost eleven..." He left the room, closing the door behind him.
Once in the hallway Carl stopped to clear his head. Dear God. How did this happen. Abby was a teenage girl. It didn't look right for her to be here. But what could he do? She was so pretty. He had noticed her before. He had seen her sunbathing. Who couldn't notice. My god that body. She was so supple. So fresh. He felt perverted thinking about it. He shook his head. No. I am doing the right thing. She is my guest, and I will treat her with respect and dignity.
Carl spread a sheet over the couch, and piled some fresh linens and pillows on it. Well at least it's something. Then we went upstairs to the bedroom and knocked.
No answer.
"Abby, are you OK?" He asked, his face close to the door.
No answer.
"Abby??" He said louder. Nothing.
He opened the door.
Abby screamed "AAAH!"
Abby was virtually naked. She stood wearing only little pink panties with one arm attempting to cover her young plump breasts and the other over her crotch. Her damp hair clung to her neck and shoulders. He paused for a moment from the shock, and then backed out of the room and closed the door with one swift motion. "Oh my god! Oh I'm so sorry!" Carl shouted.
He didn't know what to do. It all happened so fast. "I'm so sorry Abby" he called through the door. "I didn't hear an answer so I..."
"It's OK Mr. Parker" she giggled, "It's OK. It's fine."
Why would she giggle? Shouldn't she be furious? At the same time he was glad she did. It made him feel more at ease.
She called out, "Hey Carl... come back in and tell me which of these shirts I can wear!"
"Abby, you can wear whatever you want. I ju-"
"Carl! ...Come in, silly!"
He swallowed hard. "Are you sure?" He asked.
"Yes!" She giggled again.
Carl opened the door slowly. There she stood. Abby was wrapped in her fluffy white towel and had her hands on her hips with exaggerated sass. Her sexy teen figure was still highly visible, as was the top of her bosom. She had lain out three of carl's button-up shirts on the bed. "Well? She demanded. Which one?" She gestured to the shirts.
"Uhh... this one." Carl picked up a fuzzy checkered flannel shirt and held it out to Abby. She smiled and bit her lip. Then she took the shirt by the hanger and held it up against her body and then threw her hair back. "How do I look, lover?" she teased.
