I met Noreen at a party. A business party in a hotel. I don't remember now, I think she worked for one of the customers of the company throwing the party. What I do remember is, she was the prettiest girl I'd ever managed to engage in a continuing conversation. Not pretty, beautiful. With a killer body. Also smart, funny. And she went home with me. She was a strawberry blond, sort of a light red head. With, as I learned, very little pubic hair around the prettiest, tastiest, pink pussy ever.
As I also learned, she was the horniest girl I'd ever been with. That night, for the first time in my life, I had a third orgasm. Two had happened often. Well, often for me. I was a 25 year old bachelor and she must have been around the same age, maybe a year or two younger. I hadn't been with that many girls but enough to know Noreen was something special. I also learned that the erection after the second orgasm really lasts. We fucked almost all night. Well, not quite all night because we slept at some point. I know because I woke up to her sucking on my hard-again cock. So I maneuvered around and got her sitting on my face so I could eat her again, too.
Which led to a day of sex. A lot of sex. I did my best to keep up but she was clearly ready for more than I could supply. I must have done pretty good though because she basically never left. We lived together for almost fourteen years. Terrific years. Lots and lots of sex. But also lots and lots of fun and enjoying each other. She wouldn't marry me. I didn't know for sure but suspected she might already be married. Or maybe she just had a bad married experience. She never said. But she did make it plain that she was with me because I came the closest to satisfying her sexual needs of anyone she'd experienced. However many that might have been, I never knew. And truthfully, when you have the most beautiful, sexiest girl ever, why look into anything that might screw things up?
She never told me what was wrong. I could see she started to lose energy. Then she really got sick, went to bed and two weeks later was dead. Uterine cancer. I grieved. I grieved like a husband would. Losing her was the worst thing that had ever happened to me. I never got over it, still haven't. But gradually I started to live with it, handle it. It took about a year. I had started spending more time at the gym and I then started to recognize that some of the women around were attractive, sexy. Sex entered my mind again. But before I acted on it, something much more important happened.
One Saturday morning I answered the door and Noreen was standing there. Not actually Noreen of course. Younger and slightly different. But beautiful and with a killer body like, as it turns out, her mother. Same pink and white coloring. Deirdre was seventeen. Her Mom and Dad broke up not long after she was born. Her Dad raised her. Knowing Noreen, I assume he caught her cheating on him. And, knowing Noreen to be a caring person, I assume she felt it was better for her baby to be raised by her father than by her. Noreen had a lot more sex in her life than she ever admitted to me, I suspect. What that might have been, I'd just as soon not know.
Anyway, here's Deirdre. A truly gorgeous girl. Her Dad was going to prison. Apparently he had a high flying business of some sort and siphoned off millions and millions of other people's money and finally got caught. I didn't know it then but he actually set up a safe and secure account for Deirdre that was worth several million. Right then, I don't think she knew so either. Since he was going away for some years and had no family -- no parents, siblings -- he apparently decided Deirdre should go to her mother. He must have run some checks some time in the past and determined where and how Noreen was living. Because here's Deirdre.
I had to tell her that her mother was dead. I knew nothing about Noreen, whether she had a family anywhere or not. So I let Deirdre know that I had a spare bedroom and she could stay there as long as she needed until this all got sorted out. I also asked some questions and realized that I needed to get her enrolled in school. She had been going to an exclusive, conservative private school. It left her a little behind socially compared to kids I'd seen around where I lived. I mean, as gorgeous as she is, she's led an extremely sheltered life. Very polite, a very nice person, but naive and trusting. Too trusting. With any street smarts, she wouldn't have agreed to live with a 41 year old horny bachelor.
To get her in to the local public school, I learned I needed a birth certificate, transcripts of her courses and grades from her previous school. I had a friend at Juvenile Court so I talked to him to find out how I should do this. It turns out that the sensible thing was to become her legal guardian. That was an experience but I passed. Through the courts, I became her legal guardian and got her enrolled as a senior at the local high school.
Things went well, it was actually good to have someone else around. She's a very nice girl. She helped in the kitchen at every meal until eventually I was actually helping her. We watched some TV together. I helped her with her homework and her computer when I could. She asked about her mother and I always gave positive information. I had loved Noreen. But then I started having a problem. This is a beautiful extremely well built girl. The kind you might conjure up in a wet dream.
Occasionally, perhaps once a week or so, I'd be in the wrong place at the wrong time, or maybe it's actually the right place at the right time. She'd leave the bathroom completely naked and walk about a dozen steps to her room. If she saw me, she'd smile or say "It's all yours, I'm done." She was comfortable being naked in front of me but I wasn't comfortable. She has gorgeous breasts. Not double D's or anything like that, perhaps C's, I don't know. But full and firm and standing up and all up front. She has almost no waist, I can't imagine how all of her guts fit in there. Lovely butt, firm, sitting up high. She's not tall, perhaps 5'6" or so, but seems to be half legs. Long, slim legs whose thighs taper back closer to the bone at the top. Just like her mother. I always figured her thighs were designed so my face would fit in there. Same little blond patch of pubic hair. Perfect body all clean and pink and desirable. It drove me nuts.
Watching TV, she'd wear a short nighty of some sort, sit on the couch and pull her legs up, knees high, put her arms around them and sort of hug herself, which left her bare bottom out there. I'd look at her lovely pink pussy and could hardly hold back from moving over to her and giving it a good licking. Her mother used to love that, as I did, and I bet Deirdre would, too.
Over and over, many times, bits and pieces of her body would show and it always made me horny and feeling guilty. I'm her guardian, I shouldn't let myself feel that way.
Then more problems began.
"Dave," she said to me one evening over dinner, "The girl's I've met at school all have boy friends and from what they say, they're all having sex with the boys. I'm not. What should I do? I mean, I like the girls. They're nice, treat me fine. I'm doing o.k. at school. Some of the boys are weird, they stare at my chest instead of my face when we talk."
O.k., I thought, here goes. "Deirdre," I said, trying to be careful how I worded things, "You're a truly gorgeous girl. You're very pretty. You have a perfect female body. Any male that is alive and breathing is attracted to you. People are human. Men and women are human. They have a lot of similarities. But they have some differences, as I hope you already know.
"God, or nature -- that makes me wonder, do you have a religion? Should you be going to church somewhere? (she shakes her head no) - - made the differences. The whole idea is to guarantee the existence of the species. To make sure babies are born. So men tend to like women and women tend to like men and once they're old enough, that means they desire to procreate. You must know about this, the birds and the bees stuff? (again, she shakes her head).
"Are you sure? Someone must have taught you something. I mean, you have periods, I know, so you must have some idea of why (I think she's lying but she shakes her head no. Why should she lie?).
"O.k., well, down between your legs, you have your sex organs. It's an oversimplification but you have an opening. Men have sex organs that are sort of like cylinders or pegs and they fit in the openings of women's sex organs. And for whatever reasons, nature makes it very enjoyable to both parties when this happens. So men go around being aggressors and trying to fit into as many women as possible, and women, who have to raise the babies, tend to be very careful who they agree to have sex with. Your monthly periods are the resdult of ovulation, your creating eggs that could become babies.
"Does any of this make sense?"
She grinned at me, "Yeah, that's not bad at all. Actually I knew that. That is, I knew the basics. It's the complications that I don't know how to handle. How the man and woman decide who it is they like and exactly what do they do. I mean, I've never done that, never had a man inside me. If a man wanted to do that with me, how do I react? Do I just let him, just spread my legs so he can get his penis in me? I don't think so. There's more involved., There's got to be. How about you? Have you done this?"
"Oh." (pause) " Well, yes I have. Definitely, Yes."
"With more than one girl?"
"Well, yeah. A long time ago, when I was trying to figure out what I wanted and I guess the girls were doing the same, I did it with a few different girls. Then I met your Mom and after that it was just her and me, no others. I think you're much better off finding the right person right away and not experimenting with several. But obviously, that doesn't always happen. But once we got together we knew it had happened."
"So it's o.k. for me to try it with several boys and see how it goes?"
"Oh. Well, no, I don't think so. For one, we need to get you on birth control pills right away. If you're starting to think of this, we need to make sure you're safe. We don't want you to get pregnant from guys that you're not serious about."
"Like my Mom was with my Dad?"
"I don't know the answer. Maybe your Dad does. But I'm fairly sure that your Mom and Dad got married before she had you. I think that's what Noreen would have done."
