All characters are of legal age.
Janice Zwink was a virgin; a chubby and socially awkward 18 year old who was afraid of her own shadow at times, but that didn't mean she wasn't curious about things. In the summer of 2000, Janice let her curiosity get the best of her.
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Chapter One: Home from school.
"Hello little lady," the man said to Janice as she scurried up the driveway, school books clutched tightly to her chest, as she avoided the area along the edge, which had been torn up by the man who was in the process of putting in a row of hedges that her Mom had wanted.
Janice nodded and gave a little nervous smile, averting her eyes as she passed the man who had been digging at the dirt but was now leaning on his shovel, watching her as she walked by, and as she climbed the three steps on the porch she heard him let out a low whistle.
Safely inside the house, Janice set the books on the counter and went over to the window at the side of the house to peek out through the blinds at the man who had said hello to her on the way in.
He was a big black man - probably 6'4" or so and husky too. He had huge arms and a barrel chest, all easy to see because he wasn't wearing a shirt because of the heat. As the sun beat down on the man, the sweat that coated his upper torso glistened in the bright light and made him look like he was oiled up or something.
He wasn't a bodybuilder or anything like that, Janice noted as she looked him over from the safety of her bedroom, but he was a huge man. Those biceps of his were enormous, and even though he had a hint of man boobs, his chest was sexy.
He actually whistled at her, Janice thought to herself while watching the muscles on the man's back ripple around. What was good about that was that he wasn't doing that to make fun of her in front of others, because he was working by himself. Nobody ever whistled at her before, and although it was kind of corny, it made Janice's skin tingle.
Must be a kind of an old guy, because the hair in the center of his chest was gray, Janice determined. 40 - maybe 50. Janice wasn't good at ages, and he wasn't very handsome either, surely no Denzel Washington.
Matter-of-fact, he was kinda scary looking, Janice mused. Almost like King Kong or something, and judging by the size of those arms he could probably tear somebody apart if they ever said that to him.
Just then the man looked up toward the window, and Janice jumped back quickly, catching the blinds just as they started to sway around. She moved down to another window to see whether the man had caught her looking at him, but while he did glance up at the other window from time to time, he wasn't acting like he had.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Janice went down to the kitchen and got herself a drink of water. As she sipped the drink, she looked out at the driveway. Maybe the man would like a drink, Janice thought, grabbing a couple of ice cubes and filling the glass back up.
Straightening her hair, Janice opened the door and went down to the end of the driveway with the glass of water, proud of herself for being so thoughtful.
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Chapter Two: Introductions.
"Hello again little lady," Carl Sanders said as he saw the woman approach him, carrying a glass of water in her hand.
The water looked good, but the girl looked better, Carl thought as he watched the plump little woman navigate her way down the driveway.
No little lady, that was for sure, Carl said as his eyes took in the girl's Rubenesque form. She was built just the way he liked them. Nice plump titties, a big round butt, and thick around the middle. Long, wavy black hair that fell down to her shoulders and a cute enough face as well, with chubby pink cheeks.
"Thought you might like a drink," the girl said nervously, holding out the drink with a shaky hand.
"Why thank you, little lady," Carl said, smiling at her as he took the glass, and when his hand grazed hers he saw her shudder. "That was mighty thoughtful of you."
Carl sipped the cold drink, all the time looking at the girl. She was wearing a school uniform of some kind, with a short-sleeved white blouse and blue and white checkered skirt. Combined with the white knee-hi socks, the look was designed to drive a horny old former Catholic school student crazy with nostalgia and lust. Mostly lust, Carl surmised as he drained the glass and handed it back.
"My name's Carl Sanders," he said by way of introduction, and when the girl just stood there silently, he decided to continue. "I'll bet you have a name too."
"Oh - uh - Janice," she said, feeling like a fool. "I live here."
"I figured that," Carl said with a smile. "Either that or you were the smoothest burglar in town."
Janice smiled, revealing a set of perfect teeth and dimples in those chubby cheeks.
"You go to school, little lady?" Carl said, nodding toward her uniform.
"Oh," Janice said, suddenly realizing how juvenile she must look dressed as she was. "Richburg Academy. It's a prep school. They make us wear these dorky uniforms."
"I see," Carl said, acknowledging the name of the private school that probably cost an arm and a leg to attend.
"Dumb uniform," Janice said as she felt the man's eyes looking it over.
"No, not at all," Carl said. "Back when I went to school we all had to wear uniforms too. Although I don't remember the girls back then filling them out as nicely as you do. You kids sure are different today."
"I'm not a kid, you know," Janice informed the gardener. "I turned 18 last month."
"Sorry I missed your birthday," Carl said, not mentioning exactly what kind of party he would have wanted to attend.
Janice felt her cheeks flush as she looked down to the ground where her shoe was nudging a rock around.
"You got brothers and sisters?" Carl asked, running the back of his hand across his dripping brow.
"Got a older brother, but he's married."
"So it's just you and your folks here?" Carl asked, gesturing at the ranch that probably had 4 bedrooms in it.
