1.
Callie Patterson woke up at 6:48 AM on the first day of June, officially eighteen years old. For the past few years, she somehow woke at the exact time she was born. Her parents had religious and personal reasons why they did not did not want her to date until she legally became an adult. Which had just happened. Despite that, she had previously hung out with two guys, both of which pressed her for sex. Besides, she felt reluctant to deal with the drama of being in a relationship.
She had begun masturbating a few months before, and very recently purchased a vibrator. Although the orgasms from the toy and her fingers were pleasant, Callie knew they could be better when shared with someone else. Something she hoped would happen soon. Despite her parent's objections, she had convinced them to get her on birth control pills several months ago. She knew they wanted her to remain pure until marriage, but knew that would never happen.
She looked out her window at the tree lined street of her peaceful neighborhood, glad she lived in a relatively uneventful town. One that was not to large, yet had enough businesses to keep things from getting to boring. She enjoyed bowling and swimming on a regular basis, along with her job.
That morning after a shower, Callie went for her usual morning run. Her legs were well-toned from nearly daily jogging, and like the rest of her body, very fit. The sun was beginning to rise above, and she knew it would be a warm day. As she jogged behind the High School, two men blocked her path from going either direction. She was worried about their intentions. Being Saturday, no one else was around. They made rather rude comments about how tightly her sweaty t-shirt clung to her chest.
"Come on guys, just let me go on my run," she pleaded.
"Well...maybe after you show us your tits," one of them said.
"And a blow job would be nice," said the other.
"Not happening," Callie replied sternly.
"Show us more of that pretty black skin," one said.
"Then we are going to take you with us and have some fun," another said as he grabbed her arms.
One other man grasped her legs as the other grabbed er from behind. As they began to drag her to their car, Callie was sure they would take her someplace and rape her. There seemed to be no one around to hear her pleas. Then suddenly a large man appeared and grabbed both of them away from her. He sent them to the ground with crashing blows from his right hand. Both would be attackers rushed the large man, and were again sent to the ground. They then scattered, leaving Callie feeling relieved and safe.
"Thank you so much for saving me Lance!" Callie exclaimed.
"You know me?" the man said.
"Yea. You're Lance Jacobs. You just live a few blocks from me on Maple street. I've admired....I mean seen you several times. You sure have a nice looking home. I'm Callie by the way. Today is my eighteenth birthday. Glad it did not end up badly, thanks to you."
"It's great to meet you Callie. I've seen you around also. May I say you are an attractive young lady?"
"Thanks Lance. You sure are big. How tall?"
"I am exactly seven feet."
"That's a lot of man!" Callie exclaimed, suddenly embarrassed. "I am only 5 foot 5."
"Hey would you like to come over for a visit?" Lance asked, "I have a outdoor pool and indoor hot tub. Just offering. I don't expect anything. I am divorced and would like some company."
"Sure!" Callie replied. "How about tomorrow around 10AM?"
"Sounds good. Bring a suit if you want to use the pool."
"Okay. May I ask your age?" Callie inquired.
"I am thirty. Is that a problem?"
"Nope, just curious. See you tomorrow."
2.
Callie took a long shower the next morning, and looked forward to going to Lance's home. Then she examined her nude body in the full length bathroom mirror. Her damp medium length black hair hung over her shoulders, and she admired her toned legs and abdomen. Her creamy breasts looked appealing despite their smaller size. Below her waist was a soft patch of lightly trimmed dark pubic hair, just above her most guarded place. She knew some other girls trimmed more or shaved completely, but she thought the curls were kind of sexy.
She thought about Lance as she got her things ready. He was twelve years older, and she wondered if he had any romantic feelings for her, or just wanted a friend. Either way she was eager to get to his place. Callie slipped into a light purple bikini with tie strings for the back and hips. Then she put on shorts and a t-shirt, and headed out.
A few minutes later she rang the doorbell at Lance's home. He opened the door and welcomed her in. Callie was immediately impressed with what she saw. The living room had several recliners and a long comfy looking black sofa. She noticed an electric guitar in the corner and assumed he played it. He took her on a quick tour, and when they entered his bedroom Callie wondered what it would be like to share the king sized bed with him. The bathroom had a walk in shower with a glass door, easily big enough for three people. There were two sinks on the granite counter and a mirror above that stretched across the entire length.
"This is sure a beautiful home," Callie stated.
"Thanks. I do okay with my job as a Deputy U.S Marshal, and have money saved up. But a house is not a home when I feel lonely here."
"I wondered what you did. That must be dangerous. No wonder you handled those two creeps so easily. Surprised you did not arrest them."
"I could have, but decided not to. I do a lot of transporting prisoners, and work with the witness protection program quite often. But yea it gets dangerous at times. I have been involved in hostage situations and more shootouts than I'd like to remember. Overall it's not a bad job. Been doing it for seven years. Prior to that I was a County Sheriff in another state."
"I understand feeling lonely," Callie said. "I have only a couple of friends and they are not that close. They act childish and I would like some more mature talk. Can I admit something?"
"Anything you want to tell me is fine," Lance responded.
"Well you know I just turned eighteen. But I have never had a boyfriend or even been kissed, Yet alone anything...you know...sexual, beyond masturbation. I just never had a good person to talk to about this. My parents are great and very supportive, but refuse to talk about sex."
"I may not be an expert, but you can talk to me."
"Thanks Lance," Callie said. "Can I take a swim?"
A few minutes later she stood poolside and removed her top and shorts. She saw Lance's eyes look over her ebony body, and sensed he approved. He sat in a chair and watched her swim until she was done and climbed out. Callie reclined in the lounge chair next to him, and enjoyed the warm sun on on her damp body. Glancing down, she noticed that a few small strands of her bush peeked over her suit bottoms, and wondered if he saw that also. Callie was also aware that her nipples were visible under the thin fabric.
"You have a great body Callie, and I love that bikini."
"Thanks, this is my favorite color. I was a former cheerleader and volleyball player in high school so staying active and fit is my thing. I also love to swim."
"Purple was also my wife's favorite color."
"I'm sorry. I had no idea."
"No problem. I like it too."
"So do you want to hear an embarrassing story?" she asked, not knowing why.
"Actually yea, if you really want to share it."
