Tasha was a 18-year-old girl who lived with her father. Her mother had died of cancer when she was 4 years old. Her father worked in a factory and worked long hours to support them, so he wasn't around much. Tasha was a very good student at Winslow High School where she was a junior. She had long blonde hair, which she always pulled back into a ponytail, and sparkling blue eyes, which she hid behind thick black glasses. Because she and her father didn't have much money, Tasha couldn't afford nice clothes. Most of the things she wore were old and baggy. They hid her tiny curvy figure. She had no friends except her best friend, Danielle. She had always been teased and shunned by the "popular" kids at school. High school was not a pleasant experience for Tasha.
Today was Saturday and Tasha was planning on spending the day cleaning the house. Her father had left early for work and would be gone till late that evening. He was working a double shift because they needed to pay a plumber bill. She was in the middle of washing the dishes when she heard the doorbell ring. She took off her rubber gloves and went to answer the door. She swung the door open and saw an older man standing there. He had brown hair and green/gray eyes.
"Can I help you?" Tasha said.
"Yes, I'm looking for Roger," the older man said.
"He's working till late. He'll be home tomorrow if you want to come back then," she responded.
"Damn," said the man. "I really needed to talk to him."
"I'm sorry," said Tasha.
The man looked her up and down. "You don't remember do you, Tasha?"
"Umm... no," said Tasha, surprised that the stranger knew who she was. "Should I?"
"It's me. Leo," said the man.
Tasha frowned for a second, trying to remember the man, then realization dawned on her face. "Oh! Leo! How have you been?" she said to her father's best friend.
Leo smiled at her. "I've been good. How have you been? You're all grown up," he said looking her up and down again.
"I've been good. Do you want to come inside?" she asked, stepping to the side to allow Leo to enter.
"Thanks," he said as he stepped inside the house. He followed her into the living room where he took a seat. "Wow, Tasha. You've really grown up. I think the last time I saw you was when you were 12 years old. How old are you now? 17? 18?"
"18,actually," Tasha responded. Leo was gazing at her and it was making Tasha uncomfortable. "Do you want something to drink? To eat?"
"Well I haven't eaten yet today. How about if we have lunch?" said Leo.
"Okay. I'll go and make us a couple of sandwiches," said Tasha. She went into the kitchen.
Leo followed after her. "I'll help you," he said.
Tasha removed everything needed to make sandwiches from the fridge and cupboard and they silently made their sandwiches. She caught Leo staring at her a couple of times. "What?" she asked finally.
"Nothing," he said. He returned to his sandwich making. "So do you have a boyfriend?" Leo asked, after a few minutes of silence.
Tasha snorted. "Yeah, right. Who would date me?" said Tasha.
"Why not? You're gorgeous," said Leo.
"Please," said Tasha. She grabbed a plate and took her sandwich and sat at the kitchen table.
Leo followed with his own sandwich in hand. "Oh I'm sure you've got tons of boys beating down the door," he said.
"Hardly," mumbled Tasha.
"Lots of people would want to date you," said Leo. "Hell, I'd date you if I was 20 years younger."
Tasha looked up in surprise. "You would?" She sounded surprised to hear that from a man whom she had known her entire life.
"Yeah, I would. You're very desirable and beautiful, Tasha. You look just like your mother," he said.
"That's what my dad says," she said, sadly. "Sometimes I think the reason he works so much is that he doesn't want to home so much because I remind him of her so much." She wiped her eyes.
Leo covered her hand with his. "I'm sorry," said Leo. He got up and pulled Tasha into a hug. He kissed her forehead. He kissed her cheeks. They both stepped back to look at each other. Leo leaned down and softly kissed Tasha on the lips. Tasha was too stunned to return the kiss.
Leo broke the kiss. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that," he said. He turned and rushed out of the kitchen. Tasha stood rooted for a moment, trying to comprehend what had just happened. She shook her head to clear her thoughts and then rushed out of the kitchen to catch Leo.
When she entered the foyer, she saw that he was just stepping through the door. "No wait!" she cried.
He paused but didn't turn around.
"Don't go. Um...." She was unsure of what to say to him. "That was okay. I mean I liked it. It was okay for you to kiss me."
He turned to face and closed the door. "You sure?"
She nodded.
"Well can I kiss you again?" he asked.
Again, she nodded.
They kissed passionately as Leo guided them over to the couch. He broke the kiss to sit down on the couch and pull Tasha into his lap. He covered her mouth with his once again as he slid his hands inside her shirt. Tasha felt his tongue enter her mouth, caressing hers. His hand cupped her breast and began massaging it slowly through her bra. Tasha moaned into his mouth and felt her nipple harden against his palm. He left her mouth and latched his mouth onto her neck where he sucked her sweet young flesh. His hands moved to the edge of her baggy t-shirt. He lifted off her shirt, leaving her in her bra. He gazed at her large breasts confined within her bra.
"You are so beautiful," he said. Tasha could only blush. He reached around and unsnapped her bra and peeled it off of her. Tasha tried to cover herself but he caught her hands in his. Her nipples were hard, stiff peaks. "Don't try to cover them. They are so beautiful. You shouldn't hide them," Leo said.