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REDHEAD AIDAN CRASHES The AUCTION
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Aidan turned off the warm water. She squeezed the water out of her long, red hair. The metal rings of the shower curtain skittered as she pushed it aside, and then she stepped out of the tub. The old bathroom, with a bit of a mildew smell, looked just as tiny and old as it had when she came to live with her grandmother. How she still missed the big bathroom she had in her parent's home, even if she had shared it with her brother.
She reminded herself how much she loved her grandma. She was the only family Aidan had left, and she had taken in Aidan in readily.
Aidan wiped off her breasts, and wished her mother could see her now. In the last three years, Aidan's breasts had grown from mere bumps, to be bigger than she could hold with her hands. Aidan remembered her mother's breasts being large and soft when her mother hugged her, not firm like her own.
Aidan was stilled amazed at her nipples; at how much they had grown, and how stiff they would get when she rubbed the towel across them. And how nice it felt to rub them. Better yet was the warm feeling she got from drying between her legs.
Aidan looked in the foggy little mirror and saw that mass of curly red hair. When she was younger, so many kids had teased her about her red hair, so much so that she had often wanted to hide it, or even cut it. But this was her mom's hair.
Her mother had named her Aidan, as it was a female variation on the name of the Celtic Sun God, Aiden and which meant 'Fiery'. Along with her electric green eyes, pale skin, and abundant freckles, it was like seeing her wonderful mother in that mirror, and she never wanted to lose that image, even if people didn't like her hair.
That teasing was another memory from family times. She always missed her parents, and most of the time, even missed her younger brother; brat though he had been. There were so many memories of the family she once had, yet it felt like even more than the seven years since that logging truck had missed a curve, and crushed the family car. The narrow roads to these old mining towns were plenty dangerous. The family had been coming to pick her up from a summer's stay at grandma's house, from which she had never left...until now.
Her grandma lived outside a small rural town, so small it should have said to 'Welcome to Smallville' on both sides of the sign. Of what few building were still open and habitable, there was a mercantile, a gas station, a hardware store, a hair salon (open just two days a week), and of course, a post office.
The school had been a 25 minute bus ride, each way, and her graduating class at school was only 13 students. She didn't get teased here about her red hair, as there were so many of Irish descent in the region, that her hair was just normal.
But now, this was going to change to. Her grandma had always been weak. Now she was worse, with some unusual disease that the traveling medical service doctors said there was no established cure for. They had mentioned an experimental cure, that was showing good success, but Medicare would not pay for it. Grandma had little money, hardly more than a cookie jar well-stuffed with Benjamin Franklin's faces.
Aidan's parents had left everything to her. As she shockingly discovered, it was hardly worth anything, as her parents owed too much on the credit cards and a second mortgage. Between a modest funeral and the lawyer, Aidan was lucky not to be in debt herself.
So, she and her grandma were off to the big city, the state capital, where grandma could at least get hospice care that Medicare would pay for. She had become too much for Aidan; too much for any one person to care for. Their helpful neighbor, Mr. McIntyre was going to be here in half an hour to pick them up.
"Gram, I will be ready in 20 minutes, anything else you need? Aidan got the usual 'No, I'm fine,' answer. Then grandma went into her warnings, which Aidan knew so well, "Don't let the boys get their hands on you, they will hurt you and get you pregnant." Grandma had never been married, and had given birth to Aidan's mother at age 19. Aidan had gotten an IUD (which grandma always forgot), more to calm her grandma's concerns, than any concerns about the few boys here; none of which she had ever been out with.
She braided her hair, put on her simple bra and cotton panties, the only type she owned, and tucked in the few red hairs that tried to sneak out. She slipped on her t-shirt and jeans; the latter actually had holes in the knees from real wear, not some stupid fashion statement.
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After Mr. McIntyre had dropped them off at the very nice looking hospice, Aidan had been working tirelessly to comfort her confused and worried grandma. Now Aidan had to find some place to stay for herself. Just as she had grabbed her things, a pretty young Asian nurse, suspecting her plight, offered Aidan the use of her spare bedroom, if Aidan needed it. Aidan gladly accepted Charlene's offer, with a relieved smile.
Aidan was stunned when Charlene gave her the door key, and told Aidan that she could let herself into the apartment, which was within walking distance. That kind of trust was common among the close knit neighbors near grandma, but here in the city, was something very surprising.
When Charlene got home, she made them both a nice dinner of Thai noodles with rice wine, things Aidan had never had before. They talked happily, and it seemed to Aidan that they could quickly become good friends.
Now, Charlene's tone turned a bit serious. Charlene told Aidan she had looked into her grandma's illness. Charlene had contacted a great charity, the Gayle Silvers Foundation, which would help with the hospice costs that Medicare would not cover. And, the Foundation was having a big charity event tomorrow -- Saturday - to raise money, which they badly needed.
Charlene asked Aidan if she would volunteer to help serve champagne, and wait on tables of the wealthy patrons. Charlene and several other nurses had already signed up as volunteers. Aidan readily agreed, and confirmed that she had turned eighteen, which made her legal in that state to serve and consume alcohol.
They chatted a lot more while drinking the rice wine. It was not nearly as strong as grandma's whisky, but Aidan had only sipped that a few times. The cumulative effect of the rice wine was making them both a little silly.
They got talking about boys, and Charlene giggled and chattered on about how her and her nurse friends would pick up guys on their days off and fuck them until the sun came up, sometimes in groups. Aiden blushed as brightly as she ever had.
Aidan shocked Charlene to near silence, when she told Charlene that she had never been kissed, nor had anyone ever touched her; yes, she was a complete, naive virgin.
Charlene said they would have to improve her "man education." Aidan choked on the wine. When she stopped coughing, she shyly admitted she might like to be kissed. Charlene laughed, then she told her that as beautiful as Aidan was, she could probably have anybody she wanted, any time.
Aidan was stunned; nobody had ever called her beautiful. If anyone, she thought Charlene was the beautiful one; cute, busty and with long silky black hair.
"WHAT?" Aidan stammered.
"Which question; boys or your beauty?" Charlene smiled.
"Uh...me. I am not beautiful!"
"Well, how would you describe yourself, if you were someone who could make men drool at your feet?" Charlene said, with raised eyebrows.
"Men...drool...me...how?"
"You don't know, do you?" Charlene questioned.
"I...I don't know...what I don't know," Aidan answered.
"May I offer some advice and help then?" Charlene queried, and Aidan nodded a 'Yes.'
