I am a man that was still in his thirties, even though I had raised a child that was eighteen when she finally left home to move in with a girlfriend and start college. I had dated (and had a very steamy sex life with) her mother, Maria, while we were in college ourselves, and she had gotten pregnant in our second year together.
She had been nineteen and I barely twenty when she gave birth to a baby daughter, Briana.
Maria and I had a great marriage for twelve years despite marrying and having a child so young, until a drunk driver shattered that part of my life.
Maria had not only died at the scene of the accident, but twelve year old Briana (whom I had tagged Bree from the time she was a child) had been critically injured and was in need of blood transfusions to survive.
When I had gone to donate blood for her, it was found that not only was I not the right blood type for her to receive the transfusion, I wasn't even Bree's birth father.
I was devastated to learn this at first, but nevertheless was determined to continue to love and raise Bree as if she had indeed been mine.
I remembered telling myself that the possibility existed that though Maria had slept with another guy while we were dating, she automatically suspected the child had been mine when she became pregnant.
Whatever the case, I still loved Bree and wanted her to live.
And live she would to blossom into a caring, beautiful young woman, though I found her a bit too thin for her 5'6 frame.
I guess being that skinny was the 'in' thing and Bree and her friends all seemed to have that same look that I viewed as being underfed. I loved my women with a little curve or two on them.
But after Maria died, I didn't have a woman for about six years, sexually or otherwise, despite Bree's efforts to fix me up her friends' mothers.
During that time, if my sex drive hadn't died with my wife, my cock saw more of my hand than a woman's pussy.
At 6'3 and about 200 pounds with shoulder length chestnut hair and dark brown eyes, I still could have picked up a woman or two for a clandestine, no-strings-attached fuck as most men my age did.
But I was the type of guy that believed sex without love was pointless, so the thought never came to the deed, even at my horniest moments--which weren't too often anymore.
At least, until Katie moved into my home as a roomer. The woman that would reawaken my sexual desires from the moment I laid eyes on her.
When Bree moved into her own place and prepared to start school, things got lonely around the house and I was considering selling the place until Bree suggested I rent out the spare room since it was so close to many of the vocational schools and the junior college in the area. After much consideration, I found it to be a great idea.
Initially, though, the potential roomers weren't exactly the type of people that I wanted in the house.
There were everything from a couple of hot girls in their early twenties (that turned out to be 'escorts') to a few 'doper' types, none which I was comfortable with.
I politely sent them on their way with the notice I would contact them when and if I made a decision.
Throughout all these casts of characters, Katie then came to see the room. She was a sweet, shy young woman barely twenty and hardly the 'party' type, a student at the junior college who worked part time at the library.
She was a pretty thing, about 5'4 and around 130 pounds, all of it in the right places, particularly her ass and breasts, along with butterscotch hair and clear blue eyes. If men weren't falling over this lovely specimen, there was something wrong--with THEM.
Soft spoken, Katie stated that she had been looking for something reasonable closer to school and her job, since she didn't drive and the public transportation where she currently lived was basically shitty.
Cab fares were expensive and the new landlords that had taken over her present building had jacked up the rent yet again.
As she talked about her situation and looked at the room, I felt my dick rise in my pants the first time in who knew how long just looking at Katie's incredible ass and full tits.
I would definitely need to jerk off tonight, I thought to myself. Meanwhile, it was all I could do to hide the rising bulge in my jeans as I showed her around.
I don't know now if it had been my conscience or my cock that made the decision for me--maybe both--but before I knew it, I offered the place to Katie, much to her gratefulness.
She immediately wrote out a check for the deposit and rent, then said she would be back that weekend to move in.
She turned out to be both a great tenant and excellent company; it wasn't long before she and I became good friends.
But Katie still had the same effect on me that she did the first day she came to see the room and there wasn't a week that gone by without me jerking off in either my bed or the shower thinking about her, though I doubted she'd even give me a glance in any way besides as a landlord/buddy.
There was an eighteen-year age difference between us after all and she was probably having plenty of sex with guys her own age anyway. What young woman that sexy wouldn't be?
As it turned out, Katie didn't have much luck with men her age in town despite her sweet personality, intelligence and certainly that voluptuous body of hers.
It seemed to be from my perspective that the guys around here only got boners for size 2 women with either fried-egg tits or surgically enhanced ones.
What the attraction was to women that looked more like pre-teenaged boys than actual women was totally lost on me.
On this particular night, she was supposed to be going to a dance at the college; someone had 'fixed her up' with a guy she'd had a secret crush on and was excited.
But she had been back home in less than an hour, visibly upset and had gone into her part of the house, shutting the door to her room for the longest time. Out of respect, I left her alone for awhile.
Having another raging hard-on after seeing her in the dress for the dance, I hurried into the bathroom and stripped off my clothes, giving my cock a workout with my hand, eventually spraying cum everywhere in the stall.
I then cleaned up the mess before getting myself together, drying off after the shower and pulling on some shorts over my nakedness to wear to bed later.
After I got out of the shower, Katie was in the kitchen, now in her baby doll pajamas. Even though she had cleaned up, she still looked as if she had been crying.
"Katie, what are you doing home so early?" I asked, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious that I had shorts on and nothing else in front of her.
She gave me a pouty look. "Oh, CJ, it was terrible! The whole thing was a joke. I was supposed to meet Brian there, but it turned out he not only brought this really hot girl there instead, she was his girlfriend! It was someone's idea of a sick joke! Sometimes I just hate people!"
I looked back at her, thinking about her being treated so bad and having the feeling of wishing I could track down the person responsible for hurting her and breaking my foot off in their ass.
"I'm sorry, Katie. You deserve so much better than that."
"Well, it will never happen to me," she pouted again.
I gave her a small, encouraging smile. "You know, they say things happen when you least expect it. Before you know it, a guy could come along that thinks you are the best thing that happened to him."
"Oh, CJ," she said with a slight giggle. "you're so crazy."
"And why not?" I asked as we walked into the living room and sat on the sofa. "You're a bright, beautiful young woman. A guy would have to be on the pipe not to want someone like you."
"Well, I guess a lot of them are on the pipe then," she said, shaking her head. "And besides, I don't see you with any women and you're an attractive man."
"I guess I haven't found the right girl since my wife was killed. I was your age when our daughter was born."
"You married and had a baby young," Katie agreed.
"I sure did. Briana was twelve when we lost Maria," I said softly. "I raised her myself until she moved out after that."
I didn't tell Katie that Briana hadn't been my biological daughter; Briana herself still didn't know and there was no point bringing it up anyway.
Deciding it was enough of our depressing tales, we then spent time talking and laughing about other things in our lives when out of the blue I had leaned over and kissed her softly.
Suddenly realizing what I had been doing, I pulled back quickly.
"Katie....I'm sorry; I went over the line. I didn't--"
She put her fingers on my lips to stop me. "No," she protested. "I want you to do that again."
"You're very young, baby. A pretty girl like you probably has a guy somewhere wanting to be with you."
Katie pouted again. "Not really. All the guys I know only want 'one thing' with me or go out with all those skinny cheerleader types. I mean, I've given a couple of blow jobs and things like that, but I don't exactly have men eager to go out with me. I'm not a slut looking for just sex."
"I think I may have found my dream girl," I said a little teasingly, before I held her close to me, touching her face and kissed her, exploring Katie's mouth with my tongue.
She tangled her hands in my hair and kissed me back as our tongues entwined and I felt my cock growing in my shorts.
I was at that point possibly enveloped in both love and lust with her as I stroked Katie's shoulders and back as my lips never left hers; we kissed passionately for a long time.
My lips then left a trail down her neck before I whispered in her ear that we should continue this in the bedroom.
Katie's response was to pull away from me before she stood up and stripped off her baby doll pajamas, displaying her nakedness before me.
"Oh baby, you are so beautiful," I said approvingly before picking her up and carrying her into the bedroom.
I gently lay her on the bed and asked her to let me look at her. I wanted to touch every part of her body with my hands, mouth....and my cock.
For the first time in six years, I wanted to make love to a woman, and Katie was that woman.
I ran my fingers down her back, over her beautiful, round ass, up and down her legs; every part my hands went on Katie's body, my mouth followed.
"Tell me what you want and like, baby," I finally said after coming up and kissing her again. "I want to give you so much pleasure."
I couldn't believe what happened next; Katie then moved down my own body and licked up and down the shaft of my eight inch cock and around the head until she took my entire cock into her mouth in one gulp, sucking me in deeper and deeper until I was practically into her throat.
"Jesus...Katie, you have the hottest mouth...." I managed to get out between groans of pleasure as she deep throated my cock.
Even the expert blow jobs Maria had given me before and during our marriage had paled in comparison to how Katie was sucking me now.
As I found myself enjoying the blow job Katie was performing below me, I noticed she was slowly sucking me all the way to my balls as I felt her hand caressing them as she downed my prick.
I was ready to shoot my load within minutes.
