My wife and I had made friends with Christie and her mom about four years ago. Christie was only sixteen and still in high school when her parents divorced and it was kind of rough on her. My wife and I took Christie under our wing and 'adopted' her as the daughter we never had.
Two years ago Christie moved on to a college in California and, again, my wife and I stepped up to the plate and covered the cost of books, tuition, and a small stipend so that the young lady did not have to work. She did well in her studies, but problems at home led her to abandon her college plans and move back with her mom in a crappy little town a couple hundred miles from here. Things promptly went down hill for Christie and my marriage also went down hill at the same time.
About two months ago I came home from work and found four empty walls facing me. All that was left were a few pieces of furniture and my clothes. There was some bullshit note about how my wife, "couldn't take it anymore!" so I set about rebuilding my life. In the middle of all the crap in my life, Christie and I became closer friends and we devoted more time to each other on the telephone and online. I became obsessed with this young lady who saw me only as an older friend.
One night I'm sitting at home and Christie called and told me about how her mom had gone off for the week with some guy she met at work. Christie was in tears and mentioned how it would be nice if I was closer and not so far away, she really needed my company this evening. I knew she meant she wanted my friendship, but I felt that this was the time to pursue my obsession.
I found an excuse to get off the phone and I packed a bag with a few things and hopped in the car. It was almost midnight when I knocked on the door of the little apartment and a bleary eyed beauty opened the door and rushed into my arms. We sat together on the sofa and she poured out her soul to me and then fell against me just wracked with sobs. She was never one for strong drink, but she didn't argue with me as I started to feed her the best part of the bottle of brandy I had brought with me. Granted, the first two drinks took a little coaxing, but the next five went down like warm milk. The clock struck one and my darling fantasy was now emotionally and physically exhausted and further impaired by the brandy.
I told her that it was time to go to bed and she nodded her agreement. With that I picked her up and made for her bedroom. She almost passed out as I lay her on the soft comforter, but briefly came to her senses to ask me why I was taking her nightgown off.
"I can't make love to you if you're wearing it, sweetie."
I thought for sure that my risky reply would result in a rebellion, but she was too far gone for even a feeble argument. I lifted the garment over her head and revealed her luscious little titties. I found myself enraptured at the mere sight of those precious mounds that I had dreamt of for so many long, sleepless nights. Her nipples were perfectly centered and were just the right proportion to what I took to be 34C breasts.
I eased her back to let her lie down on the bed and then went to work on removing her delicate panties. I firmly grasped them at either hip and worked them back and forth, almost like flossing, until they were out from under her amazingly perfect ass. It was nothing from there to lift her legs and pull the dainty little things completely off.
After I put her legs back down I just sat back on the dressing chair in her room and stared at her naked beauty. I adored how her chest lightly rose and fell with each breath and how the light from the little lamp on the bedside table alternately shadowed and illuminated her perfect form. The thought occurred to me that she seemed almost to have been carved from a piece of marble, like a statue by Michelangelo or DaVinci. Her legs were a vision of glory; their golden hue leading from her perfectly manicured toes to the lovely brown bush at her belly.
I could wait no more. I shed my clothes and joined my angel on her bed and lay next to her warm, supple, vulnerable body. I gingerly tested her awareness by lightly touching her arm and I received no response. I soon found myself eagerly exploring her every curve and crevice!
