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."