Allie My Love

(Everyone engaged in sexual activity in this story is over 18 years of age. Any similarities between this true story and anyone's life are purely coincidental and the names have been changed.)

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Life has a way of handing us circumstances that give the feeling of being caught in an endless tornado. Losing my wife in a car accident, just after my daughter's second birthday, was one of those storms. Raising our first child, a very active girl, was challenging enough with two of us. Alone and 33 years old, in the midst of a rising career as an attorney, made it seem impossible.

And yet, 3 years later as I was preparing to send Samantha off to kindergarten, I reflected on how far we'd come from the early days of desperation. Thanks to a team of family and friends, Sam was a very well adjusted little girl and about to take on elementary school with reckless abandon.

Samantha would be going to school near our home in an LA suburb and, in an ideal situation, I'd find a nanny to bring her home from school and take care of her until I returned from work.

Lacking an "owner's manual" on this part of life that provided easy "how to's", I put an ad in the job listing section posted at the local community college. Boy was I surprised, shocked, and dismayed at the people who responded to the ad. I might as well have just selected a homeless person out from behind their shopping cart. Completely disheartened, I removed the ad and was back at the drawing board looking for plan "b".

Samantha and I have a tradition of getting an "Allie Treat" on Sunday afternoons before we wind down the weekend and head into another week. We walk down the street from our home to a small, locally-owned ice cream store where Allie, the young woman who works there, let's Samantha try just about every flavor in the place before finally settling on her choice for a kid's scoop; chocolate is always the choice. It is a great tradition and I love to see Sam light up when I tell her it is time to see Allie again...and get the ice cream.

This particular Sunday afternoon, as Sam slowly enjoyed every drop of her kid's scoop of chocolate ice cream, I couldn't help but overhear Allie's conversation with the owner of the ice cream shop.

"Allie, I am really sorry, but as we head into the new school year in a few weeks I can only give you hours on Saturday and Sunday afternoons. We just don't have the business to keep anyone else here working during the week when school is back in session," the owner explained to Allie.

"I totally understand Mr. Young. I'll find something else. If you hear of anything in the neighborhood, I really need to be able to stay at my grandparents while I attend community college," Allie replied.

"I wouldn't hesitate for a minute to recommend you to anyone else, Allie. You are more responsible and hard-working than half the grown adults I know," Mr. Young said trying to encourage her.

"Thank you Mr. Young. Life has a way of teaching you that."

Fortunately, this wasn't one of those times when I was "asleep" while wide awake. Allie would be a perfect nanny for Samantha. The idea sounded way too good to be true, but I could at least explore the idea a little bit. On the walk home, I broached the subject with Samantha.

"Hey Sam. You know how we talked about finding someone to pick you up after school and bringing you home each day until I can get home?" I asked her.

"Yeah dad. A special big sister I call it," Sam said, understanding in her own way.

"I can't promise you anything, but what if I asked Allie to be your 'special big sister'"

"YES! Can we? Can we? Can we please? Let's go back there right now," Sam exploded with excitement.

Trying to rationalize away that I didn't need to rush back there right now, I was faced with no other options and 3 weeks left to figure it out. What if Allie found another job before we went back next weekend. "Okay, but let me do all the talking. You just be quiet when we get back there," I explained.

Samanta covered the two blocks back to the ice cream shop in record time. And, upon arriving, completely ignored my instructions, burst through the door, ran behind the counter, grabbed Allie and started pleading, "Pleeeeeeeeease say yes. Please, please, please." Fortunately, the ice cream shop was empty of customers.

Completely confused by what was happening, Allie looked at me for help as to what Samantha meant by all this begging.

"Allie. Sorry about that. Please excuse Sam, she's a little excited right now. First of all, I'm David Turner. I don't think I have ever formally introduced myself. But I do have something to ask you. I couldn't help but overhear your conversation with Mr. Young earlier about losing your mid-week hours and, well, I am looking for a nanny for Samantha, Monday through Friday, afternoons and evenings."

"Really Mr. Turner? And you'd consider me?" Allie asked.

"Please, please, please be my 'special big sister'", Samanta interjected.

"Sam, relax for a minute. If you're interested a little, any chance you can come by sometime this week and we can chat more about it? We just live about 3 blocks from here."

"Sure. Wow. This is really great. I'd love to come by and talk to you about it. As it turns out, I live nearby with my grandparents and I am studying early childhood education at the West LA Community College. I get off tomorrow night about 8. Can I come by then?"

"That would work perfect."

"Here's my number. Text me your address."

"Okay fantastic. Thank you Allie."

"Is she gonna do it? Is she? Is she," Sam demanded to know.

"Allie and daddy are going to talk about it. If it works out, yes, she'll be your 'special big sister'"

The sugar from the ice cream had no impact on Samantha's ability to go to bed, but the possibility of having Allie around all the time trumped even the heightened Christmas Eve anticipation. Finally, Samantha dozed off and I was able to relax a little knowing I may have just had my prayers answered.

The following evening, Allie arrived about 8:30, which worked perfectly as Samanta, worn out from summer camp activities all day, had already fallen asleep and it would give Allie and I a chance to talk.

"Good evening Mr. Turner," Allie said sticking out her hand.

"Come in, come in. First things first, I insist to be called David."

"Okay, David, I think I can handle the job so far," she laughed.

"Tell me a little bit about yourself, Allie," I started off realizing that I knew very little about her.

"Well, I'm 21 years told, well, I will be this Wednesday," she started.

"Wow! Happy birthday," I inserted.

"Thank you. It is really no big deal for me. I am in my second year at West LA CC and, as I mentioned, I am studying early childhood education and hope to be a teacher someday. I live about a mile from here with my grandparents because," she paused and caught herself getting choked up a little, "Because my parents both passed away in a car accident when I was 18 and I was an only child."

"Oh my god Allie. I am so sorry," I offered my awkward condolences.

"It has been very hard, but I feel like it has shaped me to be much more mature and stronger than most people my age. And, I'm fortunate to have my grandparents nearby to take me in, although they can't really help me financially, so working is very important to me. Anyway, I love children. I love Samantha. And, if it works out, I'd love to help you out."

"Allie, I think you'd be perfect. Let's talk about details a little and then perhaps we can have you around for a few days to see how you and Sam click; although I don't think that will be an issue," I said laughing. "I can pay you $20/hour and I have a car you can use to get around if that would be easier."

"$20 an hour?" Allie asked. Afraid that this would be the end of the conversation, I cautiously asked if that was enough.

"I make $12 scooping ice cream. Yes that is plenty. I actually feel awkward taking that much from you," she offered.

"Don't be silly. I want the best for Sam and I believe you get what you pay for."

"Okay. Great. Wow, this is amazing!" and Allie leaned over and hugged me without hesitation.

"I have a feeling this is really going to be the start of a fabulous time for all of us," I said.

As we talked more about schedules, etc. Allie worked up a little nerve and asked, "David, sorry to intrude a little, but I am curious about why you and Allie are alone. I mean, her mom...?"

"Interestingly enough, she was killed in a car accident like your parents, 3 years ago."

"Oh my god. My turn to be sorry. Wow! She is so well adjusted. You have done a great job. I don't think it is a coincidence we all met," Allie said.

"I am beginning to agree with you. Well, I'll text you later this week and find some times you can hang out with Sam and see how it all works."

A few weeks into our new arrangement and there was absolutely no doubt this was a fantastic situation for everyone. Allie would pick Samantha up from school, they would do homework together, cook dinner, and I would arrive and be able to eat with them, read Sam some stories and tuck her into bed.

A few months went by and, as Halloween approached, Samantha wanted to be Allie for trick or treating, but we settled on a combination of just about every Disney princess there was. That evening, we all went out trick or treating with Sam leading the way and showing us the finer points of collecting a very large sum of candy from the neighbors. We returned home and Samantha crashed hard.

"Well, good night David," Allie said.

"Do you have a big day at school tomorrow," I asked?

"No not really. In fact two out of three of my profs cancelled class because they have little kids and knew it would be a late night."

"Any chance you can stay for a glass of wine," I offered?

"Sure. That sounds really good right now. Sorry, I love Sam to death, but it is a long day."

"Ha ha. No apology needed. Here you go. Let's go sit out by the hot tub."

As we chatted about how things had been going and how incredible it was for everyone, Allie, who always seemed mature beyond her years, asked a poignant question, "I am sure you really loved your late wife David, do you ever see yourself with anyone else?"

"Of course it comes to mind. I feel like I have come through the grieving process, but with Sam at the age she is at, if I found someone, they would have to be absolutely in love with her as much as in love with me and be committed to raising Sam like their own child," I replied.

"That makes total sense. And, from what I have learned about Sam, a really smart position."

"How about you Allie? It seems like you spend what little free time you have away from this house studying. Do you have a boyfriend? An interest? My god, you're an amazing young woman and I can't imagine how lucky someone would be to be with you."

Allie blushed, "that is really sweet David. To be honest, most of the guys my age are interested in getting drunk and getting laid and that is just about it. And, it is not like I am really in a position to date men who see life from my perspective. I have been through a lot in life and I'll wait for someone mature to come along."

"Say no more," I said, "knowing you for the months I have...that makes total sense."

As we sat there next to each other, finishing up glass of wine #2 and starting to sip #3, an awkward silence came over us, but my mind raced and had this conversation: "Stop it David!" I thought to myself. "She's 21! Yes, but you're only 33 young man," said the other side of my conscience. I must have been staring off into space as I had a conversation with myself.

"Earth to David," Allie said snapping me back to reality, "I really should go."

"Oh. Okay. Bummer," came out of my mouth.

"Bummer? What do you mean by that?" she laughed.

"I was about to ask if you wanted to go in the hot tub," I said; not even really believing I was asking that.

"Tonight? I don't have a bathing suit," Allie said, not totally refusing.

"What is really the difference between a bikini and your bra and underwear," I said. ("Did I really just say that?" I said to myself.)

"Well, now that you put it that way. Sure. Apparently I have had enough wine to think this is a good idea; getting in a hot tub with my boss in my bra and underwear." And with that, Allie stood up, unbuttoned her blouse, slowly pulled it off and then slid off her pants as well. "Well, are you going in like that," motioning to me.

"No no," I said as stood up and pulled off my golf shirt and slid off my jeans and into my boxers. As a brief moment of lucidity caught me I asked Allie, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"More than when you first asked me," Allie said as she reached out, took my hand, and guided me into the hot tub.

I sat down immediately and, after looking back to see me already seated, Allie came back, sat down next to me, put her legs out and leaned back into me. The only way to keep my right arm from going somewhere awkwardly was to keep it raised like I had a half-ass question. Allie helped that situation by grabbing my extended arm and pulling it down over her chest.

Snuggling back into me, she was making it very difficult to be "good" and then, as my hand rested on the front of her bra, she said, "Maybe you've forgotten how." And with that, she unclasped the front hook on her bra and said, "there, enjoy yourself."

My hand was gently massaging her beautiful, perky, A-cup tits with puffy nipples. She was gently moaning and leaning back into me. My cock was as hard as it had been in a few years and, from the way she kept adjusting herself back into me, she knew it. After a few minutes, she stood up, faced me, showing me the completely shaven pussy she had exposed by sliding off her panties without me knowing and said, "I have one question Mr. Turner? If we go down this road, I am not asking for anything more than at least the consideration to be with you for a long time and help you raise Samantha."

"What the fuck,?" I thought to myself. And yet, what actually came out was fortunately what I really meant deep in my heart, "Allie, I could have never planned this, so for now, you and I together are as real as anything I can imagine."

With that, she climbed onto my lap and we started kissing. I kissed every inch of the top half of her 5' 1", 105 lb. body and then I kissed it all over again. Allie fondled my cock and, although she obviously had very little experience, brought me more pleasure than I can remember. After some intense making out, totally naked, in the hot tub, I picked her up and said, "You deserve much better than this." And I carried her in my arms to my master suite.

Laying her gently on the bed, I pulled back the covers on the other side and we climbed under them. She had never experienced love making like this. I spread her legs and very gently started teasing her clit with my long tongue. She instinctively pinched her own nipples while I increased the intensity and speed of my licking. Almost without warning enough to quiet her, she screamed, tensed up, and began to shake with what would turn out to be a few minutes of intense orgasm. As she finally came down from her high, we both had to laugh as we lay quietly to see if Samantha had woken up in the next room.

Convinced she was sound asleep, Allie laid naked in my arms and started caressing my hard-on. "Will you fuck me," Mr. Turner?

"Only if that is the last time you ever call me that," we both laughed. I pulled her on top of me and she climbed right on, working my cock into her tight pussy. It was very wet from her orgasm, but still took a little work to ease me inside. And then the riding began. Up and down she slid on my dick, massaging it with her wet lips. Faster and faster she went. Only pausing to offer me brief mouthfuls of her cute tits.

I could feel the pressure building in my balls, filled with very active sperm, that had not been released in months. "Are you on birth control," I asked because it seemed like the best thing to do.

"Does it really matter," Allie asked? And with that, the first shot of my hot cum hit the back of her womb and began filling her up with my seed. With the pulsing of my cumming cock she had another orgasm and collapsed onto me. For at least 5 minutes she laid, limp on me and my cum massaged slowly into her pussy.

After finally rolling off me, we spooned, laying silently, and enjoying every minute. It didn't take long for the spooning to arouse me again. My hard dick pushed on Allie's cute little ass and I gently fingered her pussy. "Put it in," she whispered.

"Again baby?"

"This time in my ass. I've never done it that way and I want to try it."

Retrieving some lotion from my bathroom, and having Allie get up on her knees, I massaged her ass gently and slowly, making sure she felt no pain, eased my cock into her butt. Her moans were that of first time pleasure and we got into a rhythm that was as if we'd done this many times before. Knowing I was getting close to blowing my load again, and not wanting to waste it in her butt, I eased out, rolled her over, slammed my cock in her waiting pussy and fucked her lovingly hard. Reaching orgasm at the same time, I arched my back and blew my load full force deep inside her beautiful pussy.

As I rolled over this time, "one last thing" is what I remember hearing her say as she took my dripping cock in her mouth and tasted me.

"Wait. Wait," I said and turned her into a 69 position so we could both taste. Sleep finally took over. And soon, the morning came. There could have been so many feelings, awkward comments, and hidden emotions and yet, making love in the shower in the morning felt as natural as the night before.

A month later, Allie surprised me one night with an "anniversary" dinner for me. Complete with everything I love. As I finished my dinner, she appeared in a sexy nightie and led me to my bed. As I ran my hand down to her pussy, something small was gently placed in her pussy. As I slid it out, it became very apparent what it was. Samantha would soon have a sibling.

(For those of you that need to know, Sam is 10, Jacob, her brother is 5, and yes, Allie finished school and owns her own preschool.)