Chapter 1

 

Home at last, I thought as I drove into my driveway. It had been an exhausting shoot. I trudged through two state parks and one national park over a nine day span of time.

My name is Dan Parks and I'm a nature photographer. Make that a very tired photographer who was glad to be home. I parked my SUV in my drive and climbed out, getting only my camera bags. The rest of the stuff could wait until morning when I could unload in the daylight. It wasn't very late, but it was black dark.

As I approached the front I noticed something was amiss. A backpack was leaning against the wall on my front porch and the front door was slightly ajar and I hadn't left it that way. I hurried back to my vehicle and got the small automatic pistol I habitually carry when I'm in the field. I'm licensed and responsible and the weapon felt comforting as I eased silently into my house. I grabbed my cordless phone to call the police, but I waited for some reason.

I located the intruders without difficulty. They were both naked and in my swimming pool. One was a skinny young man and the other was female. That was all I could tell in the moonlight. I am a nature photographer, but I can spot boobs even in the semi-darkness. I sat down under the patio cover and watched them frolic in the water still holding my pistol and phone.

"I wish I had some soap," the female half of the intruders said.

"Want me to go inside and look for some?" the male part asked.

"No, we better be moving on pretty soon. There's no telling when the owners will come home. Didn't they say a slow moving freight train was coming through just after midnight?"

"Yeah, but it's headed west. Is that the direction we want to go?"

"I could care less. Any direction will do as long as it's not south and California is somewhere out west," she answered. "Come on, let's get a move on and we still have to find some food. Did you look in the kitchen?"

"Yeah, but there wasn't much in there. Whoever lives here don't have much to eat." That much was true. I hadn't been to the store in several weeks. I hadn't seen much sense in buying a lot of food knowing I would be gone for over a week.

Since neither of the two posed much threat I decided to let them know I was there. I stood up and cleared my throat. The results were startling. The male half came out of the water, ran across the small lawn, and sprang over the six foot solid fence like a gazelle. The female half stood completely still at the top of the steps at the shallow end of the pool.

"How far does your friend think he can get buck naked?" I asked her.

"Larry left his backpack outside," she said and came on out of the water. "He'll be long gone in a few minutes. You live here?"

"Yes, I do."

"You call the cops?"

"No, not yet."

"You going to?"

"I haven't made up my mind yet," I said. "Who are you?"

"I'm Patsy. Patsy Lynn Miller. We didn't bother your things or take anything. Ain't no point in calling the law on us."

"Besides bathing in my swimming pool, what are you doing here?"

"Place looked empty and Larry thought we might find some food and the water looked nice. Been a while since we had a bath so we got in. No big deal."

"I'm sure the law takes a dim view of breaking and entering, so maybe it is a big deal," I said. I stepped over and flipped the patio light on. Patsy Lynn Miller was a beautiful girl by any standard you care to use. She got even better looking after I motioned her to come closer. I'm thirty-six years old and I've seen a lot of pretty women, but none who took my breath away like she did.

The fact that she didn't have a stitch of clothes on didn't seem to concern her. She strolled over into the bright light and stopped about three feet from me. The fact that I held a gun in my hand didn't seem to faze her either.

"That's my pack over there," she said pointing at a ragged backpack beside the patio door. "I'll just get my stuff and see if I can find Larry and be out of your way."

"You think Larry has stopped running yet?" I asked her. She smiled and shook her head sending water droplets flying. In the light I could see goose bumps on her skin. The night air was still cool because summer hadn't fully arrived yet. I went to the towel cupboard and got a towel for her.

"Thanks," she said toweling herself dry. "Larry is a mite skittish."

"I could tell," I said. "Is Larry your boyfriend?"

"No, not really," she said. "We hooked up about a week or so ago. He's funny and pretty good company. Traveling buddies, I guess you could say. He had a few bucks then, but we're both broke now. That's why we were looking for something to eat. Can I get dressed now?"

"Go ahead," I told her. I suddenly realized I was hungry, too. "You like pizza?" I asked, as she stepped into a pair of filthy jeans and an even dirtier shirt.

"As long as it ain't got no nasty little fish on it. Why would anyone want them things on a pizza?"

"Beats me," I said. I often wondered the same thing. Or pineapple? Why would anyone want to screw-up a pizza with pineapple? Pineapple belongs on a cake or a sundae. "Come on in and I'll order us a pizza. You think Larry is anywhere close by?"

"I doubt it. Larry had a run-in with the law a while back and he's deathly afraid of going back to jail. My guess is he's long gone by now. He probably didn't even slow down long enough to put his clothes on."

She dragged her pack in behind me and I turned some lights on as we made our way to the kitchen. In the house lights I could see her better and she was even prettier in the better lighting. She was a natural blonde I knew from seeing her naked. Her hair was cut, unprofessionally, short. Almost mannish, but she certainly didn't look masculine. Her eyes were emerald green and actually sparkled. Even in the dirty clothes she had a great figure.

I took all that in while calling Pizza Hut. While I placed the order she looked around at my house. She paid close attention to the photographs that adorned every spare bit of wall space.

"Okay, Patsy Lynn Miller," I said after hanging the phone up. "It's going to take about half an hour for the pizza to get here. There is a bath, tub and shower, right down the hall with plenty of soap. Feel free to use it while we wait. There is a washer and dryer over there in the utility room if you want to throw some things in to wash."

"Thanks," she said giving me a close appraisal. "Why are you being so nice?"

"I'm a nice guy," I answered. "Do you know how to use a washer?" She shook her head. "Okay, get whatever you want washed and I'll show you how to use it."

She empted the clothing out of her pack and I separated them for her. Not that it mattered because she didn't have any whites or delicates. What had been white was a dingy gray. She stripped off the shirt and jeans without a hint of modesty and tossed then into the washer. In the light of the utility room I could see she had missed a few meals along the way because her ribs were plainly visible. Skinny, but still a lovely sight. Dirty, but still beautiful.

"Can I use all the hot water I want to in the shower?" she asked looking directly at me with her astonishing green eyes.

"You can stay in the shower until you get all wrinkled, if you want to," I said putting some extra washing powder in the washer. I doubted that one washing would get them clean. "Just remember that when the pizza arrives, I'm going to start with or without you."

I watched as she hurried down the hall toward the shower. She was almost as much fun to watch going away as coming toward me. Her pretty ass was a sight to behold.

While Patsy Lynn showered, I retrieved my camera bags from where I put them and went out to the SUV to get the cooler from the back. There was some sandwich meat and beer in the cooler. I opened a beer and unpacked the cameras to clean them and remove the batteries. In my tenure as a professional photographer I learned to take care of my equipment first. Any battery can leak and ruin a camera.

The pizza and Patsy Lynn arrived at nearly the same time. She was wearing an old terrycloth robe that had been hanging inside the bathroom door. It was one of the few remaining things my ex-wife forgot to take when she left. Patsy Lynn looked a lot better in it than my wife ever had.

"Can I have a beer?" Patsy Lynn asked spotting the empty bottle.

"How old are you, Patsy?" I asked. I had placed her at sixteen or seventeen, but I'm an acknowledged poor estimator of age, especially women's age.

"I'm twenty," she said then immediately corrected herself. "No, that ain't right. I just had a birthday. I'm twenty-one now. This is April, ain't it?" I told her it was April the twenty-first. "Then I'm twenty-one. How about that beer?"

"Sure, help yourself," I said pointing to the cooler. "Let's eat while it's still hot."

I don't recall ever seeing anyone attack their food like Patsy Lynn Miller did. She consumed two slices of pizza before I got started on my first slice. I was glad I changed the order from medium to large. Patsy didn't slow down until she had eaten over half of the pie. She gave forth with a tremendous belch, mumbled a "sorry" and just kept shoveling in the food. While she wolfed down her food I changed her clothes from the washer to the dryer.

"One piece left," she called. "You want it?"

"No, you go ahead," I told her.

"Thanks," she said and inhaled the last piece. "I swear that's the best pizza I ever had. I guess when my clothes get dry, I better head on out. Larry won't wait on me when that freight train comes through."

"Okay," I said, then stepped complete out of character. "Or you could sleep here tonight and get a fresh start in the morning. It's up to you."

"Why are you bein' so nice to me? What will I have to do for a place to sleep? All I got to offer is some pussy. Or maybe I could suck your cock." I know my mouth dropped open and I made an effort to close it. "They say I got some pretty good pussy," she added.

"No, Patsy," I managed to say. "You won't have to do anything. There are no strings attached to the offer." I knew my face was bright red. Her candor would take some getting used to.

"Nobody does anything without wanting something" she said. "That ain't how it's done. You can fuck my pussy or my mouth, but not my ass. I don't put up with that shit."

The young woman was beautiful and sexy as hell and I was mighty tempted, but I wasn't about to stick my dick in any part of her. From her conversation and her manner I could tell she had been around and I didn't want any STDs. No way, no how.

"No, you won't have to give up anything, Patsy," I assured her. "There's a guest room right down the hall from the bathroom and you can sleep there." She looked as if she were unconvinced, but nodded her head. She was almost asleep from the food and the two beers she had. I showed her the room and left her there.

 

Chapter 2

 

I was awakened by the sound of music. I got up and went to find the source of the sound. Patsy Lynn Miller was dancing to the sound coming from my stereo. She gyrated and whirled to the sound of some fifties rock music. Chuck Berry was wailing and Patsy was dancing.

"Oh shit," she said when she saw me watching her. "It's too loud, ain't it? I'm sorry Mister...I don't know your name."

"It's Dan Parks," I said rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. "Yes, a bit too loud, but it's all right. It's time I got up anyway."

"I saw that disk and I like that old shit. They knew how to make music back in the old days," she said. She was dressed in her nearly clean jeans and shirt. The shirt was unbuttoned and her large breasts were plainly visible. I hadn't seen a bra in her dirty clothes so I assumed she didn't own one. "You sure got a pretty place here. You must be rich as hell."

"No, I'm not rich, but I've managed to do all right. You have lovely breasts, Patsy," I said. "I love seeing them, but it's distracting so how about buttoning your shirt. Give me a few minutes to shower and shave and we'll go get breakfast. I don't have much to eat in the house yet." She smiled prettily and buttoned her shirt.

Thirty minutes later we were at Denny's and I got to witness another spectacle of her eating. She ate enough to take care of five lumberjacks during the culinary orgy.

"Man, I must have died and gone to heaven," she said when she could hold no more. "Which way is the train tracks from here?"

"Some on the east side and some on the north side," I answered. "Are you in a hurry?"

"No, not in a hurry, 'cause I ain't got anywhere to be," she said. "You thinkin' about changing your mind about my pussy?"

"No, not that," I said. Her bluntness was still taking some getting used to. "I was thinking you could use some...help, some care. Look, Patsy, you are a desirable young woman and I'm a man with normal desires, but that's not what I'm about. If you want to stick around awhile, I'll get you some new clothes and...you know. That sort of thing."

"Oh, you worried because I'm a lot younger than you," she said smiling across the booth at me. She had a beautiful guileless smile that sent shivers through me and I could get lost in her emerald green eyes. "I've fucked old guys before. Ain't no big deal, Mister."

"Call me Dan, and it is a big deal, Patsy. At least it is to me. You are welcome to stay as long as you want and still no strings attached." I think I really believed that at the time.

"Okay, I guess I can hang out with you for a while. If you change your mind about the pussy, you be sure to let me know."

The first order of business was a physical. I called my old friend Doctor James Monroe and got her an appointment for that afternoon. Jim Monroe and I had gone to high school together and remained close friends for all the years since. He had been my best man when the bitch from hell and I got married. He had put his comforting arm around my shoulders when she left. The divorce came two years previous after a rocky five years.

I took Patsy to a department store in the mall and watched in amazement as she touched and caressed nearly everything in the ladies department. I knew from having seen everything she had in her pack that she needed everything. She seemed fascinated with the bras and panties.

"I ain't ever seen such finery," she said while we shopped. "I had a brassiere for a while, but it got lost. It done got too small anyway. You think my tits are too fat?" I assured her I thought her breasts were just right.

We left the mall laden with bags and boxes and having made a huge dent in my credit card balance. I purchase things for her from the skin out. She was appalled at what I spent on her shoes.

"Could have got some pretty good shoes at Goodwill or maybe even a mission if you got one here," she said. "That's where I got the ones I have now." I explained that it was all right to have new shoes. "Where we going now?" she asked when we were underway. I told her we were going to the doctor's office.

"You sickly?" she asked. "You don't act sick. What's wrong with you?" I told her it was for her and it was just a check-up. She looked at me strangely, but didn't comment.

The physical exam took nearly two hours. When Jim was finished he called me back to his office where Patsy waited.

"Nothing much wrong with her," Jim announced. "A bit malnourished, but from what she's told me I can understand why. We'll have the results of blood work back later today. Any questions?" I told him I had none and Patsy shook her head. "Then by God I do," Jim said. "My first question is where on earth did you find her? My second question is can I have her? And my third question is, are you out of your ever-loving mind?"

"I found her in my swimming pool," I said. "No, you can't have her because your wife would kill you and what do you mean about my ever-loving mind?"

"Patsy is too young and rich for your blood, Dan," he said with a smile. "She'd kill you if you tried to keep up with her." Patsy giggled.

"Fuck you and the horse you rode in on," I said. "We're just friends. I'm trying to help her, that's all there is to it."

"Okay, if you say so," Jim said with a laugh. "She needs some dental work, but surprisingly not much. A few cavities that need filling and a good cleaning. Who's your dentist?" I told him and he laughed. "He's been dead for three years, fool. There's a new dentist in town and she's pretty good. Do you want me to call her for you and Patsy?"

"Just for Patsy," I answered quickly. I have an unreasonable fear of dentists. Knowing it's unreasonable doesn't change a damned thing. I was sorry to hear my old dentist was dead.

Doctor Jim called and got Patsy an appointment for the next day and we left his office. Not before Jim felt obligated to warn me that until the results came back, Patsy should be considered a health risk.

"You may want to buy a couple of condoms," he said when Patsy was out of hearing. "I wouldn't invest in many because she'll kill you before you can use many of them." I gave him the finger while he laughed loudly. Jim isn't as funny as he thinks he is. He did give her a prescription for birth control.

The not-so-funny doctor called later that afternoon to tell me her blood-work came back negative.

"Considering her lifestyle she is remarkably clean. Go ahead and stick your dick in her. You won't catch anything," he told me.

"What the hell do you know about her lifestyle?' I snapped.

"We had a nice chat while I poked and prodded," Jim said. "She's young, but she's been around the block more than a few times. Good luck, Dan."

"Dan," Patsy called from the patio. "Will that stuff in the pool fade my new bathing suit?" She was wearing a bright red bikini that fit her like a glove. I explained that over time the chlorine might fade it a little. "Fuck that shit," she said quickly taking the suit off. "I don't want it messed up. I like it bare-ass anyway." I didn't say anything, but I liked her bare-ass, too.

On the way from the doctor's office we stopped and bought groceries. Patsy was free with her input on what to buy. I was putting the food away when Jim called with the good news that Patsy wasn't harboring any dreaded diseases. I tried to marshal my thoughts while I finished putting the food away.

What was I doing...and why was I doing it? I am a nice guy, but this went way beyond nice. I drank a beer while I thought about it. I finally concluded I wanted her. I lusted after her. She turned me on big time. Having reached that conclusion I tried to figure out what I was going to do about it.

Since Marla, my ex-wife took off, I had been careful around women. For the most part I stayed away from any woman who even acted serious. When the pressure got too great, I called in a rental. Commercial sex seemed best for my needs. I didn't want or need a woman in my life, so why had I invited Patsy Lynn Miller into it? I didn't have an answer so I took my beer out to the patio to watch Patsy play in the pool.

"Did you bring me a beer?" she called from the edge of the pool.

"No, you're too young to drink," I said.

"Am not," she countered and did a surface back-dive giving me a look at her sparsely covered pussy. She swam to the ladder and came out dripping water as she did. "How about a trade? I'll give you a blow-job and you give me a beer."

"I've said it before and I'll say it again, Patsy," I said. "you do not have to bargain your body or services for anything here."

"Fine then," she said kneeling down between my legs. "How about I freely suck your cock and you freely give me a beer?" She unzipped me and took my dick out. My harder-than-I-would-have-thought-possible-dick. "Ohh, this is a pretty cock." She said and lowered her heads taking me into her hot mouth. She sucked me for a few minutes then took my dick out. "You can cum in my mouth if you want to. I like the taste of cum." That became apparent when I erupted him in her mouth and she swallowed all of it, but not before rolling my cum around in her mouth before she did.

"That was good," she said. "All I need now is a beer chaser. You want another one while I'm getting mine?" I grunted that I did and she went to get them. Patsy Lynn was an excellent cocksucker and I wondered how she had become such an expert.

"Did you like the blow-job?" she asked when she returned with the beer.

"I did like it. Very much," I answered. "You are quite good."