The Visitor
By Odiek
Author Note: One last one from the vault before I wrap up Part 17 of the New Neighbour. Let me know what you think of this one. As always all characters portrayed in this story in any sexual activities are all over the age of eighteen and are fictional.
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It was late October. Jimmy crouched in the darkened corner of the guest bedroom furthest from the single shaded window a sliver of moonlight penetrating around the edges creating thin lines of light that failed to reach him and the sleeping form on the single bed. He pressed the tiny metal button alongside his watch illuminating the face of the watch in pale green. It read 2:40am. He had been unable to move for at least ten minutes after slipping as quietly as he could from his bedroom down the hall, padding to the too noisy door and slinking down the length of the hallway before entering the visitor's bedroom. He couldn't get his heart to stop pounding and was convinced that his younger sister and brother and parents knew exactly what he was up to and were on the verge of pouncing with lights flaring brightly and no shortage of yelling and condemnation.
But nothing happened. Jimmy was tall, skinny as a rail and fighting acne like his life depended on it but that was the least of his current problems. He just couldn't stop thinking of women - his biology teacher who always wore those short skirts and tight blouses, the lady pharmacist, Mrs. Ackerson from across the street whose legs seem to go on forever. Hormones were doing a real number on him and had caused him no end of embarrassment on too many fronts to count. He had tried to immerse himself in diversions such as video games and it finally seemed as if he was getting it under some control until last week when the doorbell rang late Sunday evening as the family had settled to watch the final season episode of True Blood which also hadn't helped his hormonal issues.
He remembered his parents seeming distracted constantly looking at the door as if expecting someone. Clearly they had kept a secret. They both rushed to the door opened it wide to receive a person throwing themselves into his mother's arms followed by loud weeping and sobbing.
"What the hell's going on", he thought looking at his brother and sister who seemed as puzzled as he was.
Rather than make any introductions his mother ushered the visitor up the stairs to the guest bedroom. His father picked up the remote and turned the TV off.
"Hey!" they all yelled in unison.
"We'll watch it another night," he began, "it's being recorded anyway. Now off to bed with you. Now! "
"But Dad," his younger brother Jeffrey began, "...not now Jeff! We'll talk tomorrow."
He folded his arms across his chest blew out an abrupt impatient breath and tapped his foot. They all knew what that meant and begrudgingly accepted their fate and went slowly to their rooms heads down as if marching to the gallows. Jimmy stared at the closed bedroom door as he passed hearing whispers and continued sobbing from within.
The following morning he headed down to breakfast after dressing and readying for his embarrassing last year of high school after being held back a year. He should have been away in some other city starting college.
His father had already left for the office and his mother sat quietly waiting for her three children to sit down. She looked very tired he thought when she looked up into each of their eyes.
"Well you probably wondered what that was all about last night!" she began not expecting an answer.
"Janice Weatherby is one of my dearest and closest friends from my college days. She was my maid of honour when your father and I were married. She is like a sister to me."
"Okay", Jimmy thought to himself, "and why he she here again?"
Her mother hesitated to take a deep breath and continued, "she's been through some rough times and needs a place to stay for awhile."
The three children inundated her with questions not unlike a herd of reporters questioning the headliner of the latest front page scandal.
Patiently she sat back looking long and hard at each of them until they became silent the questions coming to an end.
"Why she is here is her business not yours. Is that clear?" she added for emphasis this time expecting a response.
They all nodded hesitantly. "I don't know how long Janice will need to stay with us but your father and I have already told her to take all the time she needs. In the meantime you will treat her with the same respect you show your father and I.
"Understood?"
Again they all nodded. She smiled and rushed them off to school with filled lunch boxes and backpacks.
It was late afternoon when Jimmy strolled through the front door having forgotten about their house guest. He casually strolled through the living room bound for a pizza pop snack when he stopped at the entrance to the kitchen. Before him stood this beauty with arms stretched overhead in what appeared to be a huge yawn. She was looking away from him at the time giving him a moment to digest her shapely form. Jimmy felt a wolf whistle coming on but was bright enough to hold onto it. She presented a sideview he would never forget.
He had secretly acquired some old playboy magazines and realized in a hurry that the female form particularly breasts intrigued him to the point that his lower body had a mind of its own which in turn fueled and took over his easily defeated brain. But that day would change him like none other.
He remembered stopping dead in his tracks staring open-mouthed at the profile shape of her tits that had to be the best he had ever seen in person, magazine or internet. He saw the ridge indicating that she wore a bra and immediately tried to picture what they would look like in the flesh. Were her nipples thick with the tiny indentation at their centers? Were her aureole small, medium or large? What colour were her nipples - he liked darker shades for some reason preferably dark pink or reddish thinking that the contrast to white skin was mind-blowing.
His eyes reluctantly trailed down from her tits to her waist, hips, butt, legs, feet and ankles although she was dressed in a loose blouse and relaxed jeans forcing his overeager imagination to happily fill in the explicit details.
That's when she realized that someone was there lowering her arms and turning to him. His mouth remained open as he stared at what he could only call a gorgeous woman. She had to be at last five six (the same height as him), honey blonde short curly hair, delicate but carved feminine facial features, small nose sculpted chin and cheeks and the deepest blue eyes he had ever seen outside of a TV show. She smiled showing brilliant straight shiny teeth within soft pink sensuous lips. His penis began to harden instantly and he shuffled nervously from one leg to the other to chase off the embarrassing sensations although she thought that his erratic movements simply meant that he had to go to the washroom.
