Christy had come into my life when her parents, good friends of mine from high school, were killed when their airliner went down in the Pacific. Alan & Marilyn had named me as Christy's guardian and the executor of their estate, which didn't amount to much after all of their debts were paid. Christy moved in with me while she finished high school and then I packed her off to college for her first semester.
Strangely, I had an erotic dream about her the night she left and it made me realize that she was more to me than just my foster child. But she was gone and I had no way of telling her about my newfound feelings and, if I did, would she reject me?
Her letters started to come in shortly after she settled in at school and there was a stream of names of all of her new acquaintances. By mid-October the list of names had narrowed to one. The love of her life was sweeping her off of her feet and she was to go home with him and meet his family for Christmas. I was heartbroken.
I dutifully answered her letters and pretended to be the same as I had ever been. But what can a man do when the love of his life is to give herself to another? My extensive collection of fine wines grew smaller with each passing weekend as I drowned my sorrows in a sea of reds and whites.
It was Christmas Eve when I came home and found the light in the living room on. I came through the door and Christy leaped into my arms! Before I could say anything she blurted out,
"He dumped me for his ex-girlfriend right in front of everyone!"
She was hysterical with her first broken heart and having her lovely form against me as she cried her heart out was healing my own broken heart. I managed to calm her down enough that she let me go to the kitchen to fetch her favorite cream sherry. Her usual habit was to have half a glass of the sherry and nurse it all evening. Now she finished half the bottle in short order. We sat and talked for about an hour before she started to fade on me.
Maintaining my composure, I sent her off to bed and helped her navigate the stairs up to her room. After closing her door behind me I went off to my own room, frustrated with my inability to tell her how I felt. I stripped down to my briefs and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and take care of my basic needs before retiring.
I had forgotten that Christy had her own habit of taking a shower before she went to bed, it was something her parents had taught to her.
I remembered this little detail when she burst through my door, crying her eyes out, and wearing just a bath towel. She fell into my arms and trusted me to just hold her and be the friend she always knew me to be.
I ran my fingers through her short, brown hair and leaned into her to smell her scent. It was definitely the scent of peach! I comforted her and held her close, taking advantage of the situation to feel her smooth, bare shoulders. She held me even tighter when I did this, I guess she felt it was comforting.
A familiar stirring in my groin warned me that she would soon feel my true intentions and I tried to ease her away from me, just enough, but she wouldn't have it.
I ran my fingers up her bare neck and that did the trick for me. My cock swelled up in record time! There was no more controlling it.
She hugged me and I felt my spear poke at her tender belly. The sobbing abruptly ended. Through the haze of the alcohol she looked up at me.
"Are you horny for me?"
The disgust in her tone was evident.
I hesitated a moment and then cast aside my last shred of decency.
"Yes."
Pure and simple. Just like that.
