I saw her sitting in the mall. Cutest little blonde I'd ever seen. She sat there all alone lost in her thoughts. I wondered if she truly was alone or maybe waiting for someone, a boyfriend or a girlfriend.
As I got closer to her she crossed her legs and her little skirt hiked up pleasingly, revealing more of her long silky thighs for everyone's view. I noticed I wasn't the only one watching her either.
Taking a deep breath I crossed over to her and sat down at the table beside her and said, "Hi please don't think anything bad about this, but you're so gorgeous I just had to come over and say hello."
She looked at me and I could see she had been crying; her eyes were all red and puffy. She looked up at me and said, "Sorry what did you say?"
I spoke again, "I'm sorry if I'm bothering you but you're so pretty I just had to introduce myself."
"Thank you I'm Lea and you're not bothering me at all. I was just lost in my thoughts, my boyfriend and I just had a fight."
I told her my name was Cheryl and before I knew it we were talking like old friends, mostly about her fight with her boyfriend. She began to get upset again, and I found myself with my hand on hers, consoling her. We talked for quite a while and then we decided to go get a soda at one of the mall restaurants.
Once there we sat down in the middle of the crowd talked some more. I began to ask her some personal questions. I found out she was 18 and I told her I was 22 and married. Apparently she lived with her boyfriend and had gone home to found him in bed with another girl. That is what the fight was all about. During their raging fight he told her the reason he was cheating on her was because she was no good in bed. That's when she left the apartment.
She asked me how a guy could tell if a girl was no good in bed?
I said, "Honey with your looks and personality, a good man would make you into a fantastic lover. I think the problem's him."
She smiled and began to laugh and happily continued to answer my questions. I asked her how many men she had been with? She looked down at the table embarrassed and said, "Only one."
I took a deep breath and asked her, "How many girls have you been with?"
She looked up at me startled, and quietly said, "None." She held my gaze and asked, "How many men have you been with?"
I laughed at her and said, "Well, enough men to know the difference between a good lover and one who is not."
She smiled at that comment and said, "But I thought you were married?"
"I am, we have what is called an open marriage." I told her.
She continued to hold my gaze, "And have YOU been with other women?"
I looked her right into her pretty eyes and said, "Oh yes, I have and there's something special about women who make love with other women. They become more intimate and sensitive to their partner's needs and I believe it makes them a better lover all around." Lea became quiet and for a moment I thought I'd blown it. Then she looked up at me and said, "Will you teach me to be a better lover?"
We both knew what she had just asked me and not wanting to sound too excited, I quietly said, "Yes, I was hoping I could help you uh, become a better lover." Lea laughed and so did I, and the tension was broken and we began to talk more like real friends that we were becoming.
I drove her to my house and we went inside; she was impressed with the house and furniture and when I showed her our bedroom with the walk in closets and all the clothes hanging in them, she began to ooh and ah over all my sexy clothes.
I showed her some outfits that I thought would look good on her and she loved them. Finally she said, "Ah, Cheryl, would it be ok if I had a shower, I could really could use a shower, may I?"
My heart was pounding in my chest as I showed her the bathroom and got some towels and then told her to help herself. I told her that I would be in the living room as I left the bath. I heard the water running as I watched TV. I couldn't really concentrate on anything and kept nervously switching channels until I heard her call out my name. I jumped up and shut off the TV and went to the bathroom. I saw her naked form behind the frosted glass doors of the shower and hollered over the water that I was there. Lea slid the door open a crack and looked at me with a cute smile on her lovely face, "Will you scrub my back?"