“Oh, honey! That dress looks wonderful on you!” Sherry said as Harper twirled, her simple floral-print dress rising up as she did.
“You’re very pretty!” Jake said with an uncharacteristic show of support.
“I’m so nervous!” Harper confessed. All day, she tried to reel in her expectations, her lack of self-confidence a powerful negative force, but she hadn’t felt this hopeful for so long, so her hopes won out. “There he is! Do I look okay?” she said, touching her hair and panicking when she saw him walking up to the door. She waited, shaking inside. “Hi, Casey!” she said when he’d looked toward the counter for her.
“Harper! You look fantastic!” he said enthusiastically. It was such a different look from what he’d seen of her before, and he smiled at the thought that she looked more appealing in a simple dress than all the suggestively dressed women he’d been with before. He glanced over at Sherry and Jake, watching like proud parents.
“Thank you!” she said with a touch of embarrassment. “Casey, this is Sherry and Jake, the closest thing I have to real parents at the moment!” she said, equally proud of them.
A little taken aback by her introduction, he shook their hands, wondering how much he was going to learn about Harper and how much he’d ultimately share about his past.
They drove to the nearby Italian restaurant, talking only about the newer, fancier car he was driving now. He put his arm around her waist as he led her in. The hostess addressed him by name and, noticing his arm around the young girl’s waist, gave him a funny look. She led them to an out-of-the-way table in a corner. He ordered a glass of Chianti and she a ginger ale. He almost questioned her choice, but didn’t want her to think he would try to ply her with alcohol.
A bit of light conversation, small talk really, followed as both were curious about the other, but avoiding being the first to bring it up. Casey finally broke the ice, curious about her earlier introduction of her work colleagues.
“When we first met, you mentioned a mother and stepdad. How is it you consider Sherry and Jake like parents?” he asked gently.
“Momma died when I was eighteen,” she said matter-of-factly.
“I’m sorry, Harper! What happened?”
“She never took very good care of herself and avoided doctors, so when they found she had cancer, it was too far along to do anything about it. They gave her two months to live, and she died two weeks later.”
“That must have been hard at that age,” he said, reaching to place his hand atop hers as a comforting gesture.
“Yeah, it was. It had been just me and her for so long. My daddy left us when he and my mom were cheating on each other. She married Harry, my stepdad, less than a year before I met you that night. He was okay, I guess, until …” She paused to take a drink, looking at Casey like she was assessing him in some way. She wasn’t sure how much of her sordid past she should share. On the one hand, she might scare him away with it, but on the other, she’d hate to get really attached to him, only to have him find out and leave later. Better to get it out of the way, she decided.
“Casey, I’ve had kind of a fucked up life, at least since I turned sixteen. I’ll tell you if you want to know, but it might make you wonder what you’re doing with me here tonight.”
“Harper, everyone has things in their past they’re not proud of, me included. If you’re willing or want to share them with me, I’ll tell you about me as well,” he replied with quiet sincerity.
“Okay,” she answered, and after a short pause, began telling her story, getting quickly to all the men in her life who used her sexually. Her uncle, cousins, boss, and even a teacher. “That night? With my car? My cousin, Jimmy, wouldn’t come out to help me till morning, and he expected payment in the usual way if he did. I actually offered to let him fuck me if he’d come that night. He still made me give him a blow job in the morning because I’d woken him up with my call.”
“So, that’s why you came into my bedroom offering yourself? As payment for helping you?” he asked in a kind but curious manner.
“Yeah,” she said quietly. “I just thought that’s how the world worked. Even my friends at school were doing every guy who asked, so … so, I was kinda confused when you turned me down. I thought maybe you weren’t expecting it, but why wouldn’t you … wouldn’t you want it?”
“I couldn’t take advantage of someone so young, and maybe you’ll understand more when I tell you about me. So, I’m guessing something happened with your stepdad? That’s where you stopped before.”
“My stepdad was one of the few men who wasn’t trying to get in my pants, but he did spy on me; watch me in the shower, peek through a door when I was getting dressed, look up my skirt any chance he got. I guess he didn’t do anything because of my mom? Anyway, when she died, he did come on to me; touching me, feeling me up, and … and he wanted me to have sex with him. Told me I’d be like his wife. When I refused, he threw me out,” she finished with a mournful tone.
“So, how did Sherry and Jake come into the picture?”
“I left home with a suitcase and my car. I had a couple thousand dollars left from my mom’s life insurance policy, so I stayed in cheap motels while looking for a job. I was down to my last few dollars when I saw the help wanted sign at the Last Chance. I told Sherry my story, and she took me in, giving me a job, teaching me the ropes, and I even lived with them at first. Eventually, I found a dumpy little studio apartment in the basement of this lecherous old man,” she paused for a few moments, then added, “So that’s my story up till now.”
“I’m so sorry for you,” he offered simply, not knowing what else to say. He recalled one of his thoughts about her needing to be saved and thought it most appropriate, though he didn’t know why until now.
“Yeah. Well. I’m on a better road now, though I have no idea where it goes,” she started. “So what’s your story? And how did you end up with a train wreck like me?”
With her self-doubt on full display, he decided he would do whatever he could to bring her some happiness. She just seemed to deserve it, and probably, need it badly. He was doubtful as to a long-term future for them, but she’d end up a good friend at the very least.
“My story doesn’t sound so bad until you get to the reason I live here now instead of Atlanta. I had a good life as a kid. We weren’t rich, but my dad did pretty well as a stockbroker, so we certainly weren’t struggling. I had about five months of high school left when my mom and dad died in a plane crash.”
“Oh, my God!” Harper reacted.
“It’s strange to have people in your life taken away so suddenly, unexpectedly, and violently. I was suddenly alone. My extended family is small, and no one nearby, so I had to make do on my own. I inherited everything: the house, the cars, and a pretty good chunk of money. I had planned to go to college and eventually become a stockbroker like my dad. He’d already taught me a lot about the stock market, and I was left with his investments, so I started trading before I even finished high school.
“I was a bit shaky at first, but soon found my way and then with a couple of good trades, I was doing really well. I went to college majoring in finance, but with all the girls there and more money than I should have at that age, I was living like a playboy with a different girl every month.”
He stopped to gauge Harper’s reaction and smiled when he saw interest rather than condemnation on her face. She encouraged him to continue, finding his story fascinating, so different from her life, and again wondered why he was with her.
“So I was making money and spending it quite freely on girls and cars. I sold my parents’ house and moved into a nice condo after graduating from college. I seemed to have a knack for trading, and I already had some friends and family coming to me for investment advice. I got my broker’s license, and everything was great until Lilah.”
He paused for a few moments as a server placed their dinners before them.
“To me, Lilah was just another girl of the month, but she thought we were much more than that. I went along with it for a while, let her believe we had something more, but eventually she became too attached, too needy, and I ended it. She was very upset at first, but then angry, and after various crazy attempts to get me back, she went to the police and claimed I assaulted her. She told them that she was the one breaking up with me and that I physically attacked her because I didn’t want to let her go.”
“Oh my Lord, Casey! Assault!? That’s some serious shit!” Harper cried, letting her accent, honed by waitressing, show. “What was she tryin’ to do?”
“You’ll see in a minute. The police took her statement, but apparently they were skeptical because she showed no physical signs of the alleged attack; no bruises, cuts, no history of medical treatment. The cops interviewed me, listened to my story, and told me they’d be filing no charges as there was literally no evidence to base the charge on, but warned me the report would remain in their files should there be an attack she could prove.”
“Oh, good! So you got off,” Harper said with relief.
“Not exactly. She then turned around and sued me for it, claiming all sorts of emotional distress resulting from the physical attack.”
“But the cops just …”
“Harper, you can sue somebody for absolutely anything! It doesn’t have to have any merit to bring the suit. You just have to prove it in court. I got a lawyer, and it took a long time, but eventually she dropped the suit.”
“What? Why? Is this girl crazy or somethin’? What was she trying to get from you?”
“A couple million dollars!”
“Million!?” she gasped, unable to conceive such a number.
“Yeah. We had a whole defense put together with character witnesses, pictures and videos of us, but her plan fell apart when she came to my condo one night and told me she’d drop the suit if I’d just take her back. I was instantly suspicious of her when she showed up at my door, and I recorded the conversation on my phone. It took several months, and the lawyers still cost a fortune, but with the recording, they convinced her to drop the suit.”
“Wow! That must’ve been hard! Two million dollars! Is that why you’re not living in Atlanta anymore?”
“Yeah. While nothing ever came of it all legally, she’d managed to convince her friends that it was all real, and those friends placed an element of doubt in the minds of a few of my friends. It was making my life uncomfortable, so I moved away from all that and started over here in Athens.”
They sat in relative silence for a while, finishing their dinners, each amazed at the other’s story. While Casey didn’t think it changed anything, Harper again questioned ‘Why me?’ Was he just building up another harem of which she would be a part?
“Casey, I know that was really tough for you, but now you’re putting your life back together again. Mine is still broken, so why am I here tonight?”
“I suppose that’s a fair question, Harper. Lilah was a wake-up call for me. I didn’t want that free-and-easy life anymore, with different women all the time, though nobody told them that. I still have women after me, and it’s surprisingly obvious that it’s my life and money they want. You’re like a breath of fresh air with your up-front honesty, whether you’re offering to thank me for a favor or telling me about all the men who broke you. Even now, rather than trying to get me to like you, you’re questioning why I would. I think you can understand now why I wouldn’t want to get involved with the underage girl I met that night on the road.”
Harper thought for a minute about what she’d say next, a smile gradually forming on her face. “I’d still like to thank you for being so nice to me that night,” she said as she reached for his hand.
“And I’d like you to do that, but on one condition. You let me thank you first!”
“Whattya gotta thank me for?” she asked with a curious smile.
“Well, first for accepting my refusal that night. Women I’ve known don’t want to take no for an answer, and second, for agreeing to have dinner with me tonight. I’m broken too, Harper. You didn’t know that when you accepted my invitation, but you didn’t run away when you did.”
All that needed to be decided was where they’d go: the answer to the ‘your place or mine’ question, provided by Harper’s declaration that her place was a dump. It was a short drive to a different home than before, and while she was even more impressed with it, she just smiled when he took her hand and led her inside.
Casey had a plan, and he hoped she’d go along with it. It started with taking her in his arms and kissing her gently at first, but even as passion grew, he used his hands to stroke her face, her hair, and even just to hold her tight. It was all about giving to her slowly, lovingly, and with no thought of return.
Harper reveled in his touch, wondering how Casey saw something different in her. After telling him her story, he could figure out much of what she wouldn’t want, but he seemed to know exactly what she did want as well. She’d certainly been kissed before, occasionally quite nicely, but it was always with hands and fingers pawing at her body. Casey made her feel loved, not cheap.
When they entered the bedroom, he let her take his shirt off, but stopped her when it came to his pants, reminding her that she was to go first. He took over again when she was about to remove her dress, pulling her in for another captive hug with his hands now exploring her body, including her shoulders and back, where he lowered the dress’s zipper.
With his hands on her shoulders, he held her at arm’s length as he pushed the sleeves down her arms, still holding them, slowly unveiling her. The pale blue bra that held her larger, but still modest, breasts comfortably. Her torso with its thin waist and slight bump for her tummy. Her rounded hips, whose perfect curves were briefly interrupted by the waist of her matching blue panties, their lace-trimmed satin leading one’s eye to that alluring joining of thighs. Below her hips, he let the dress fall around her feet and stood.
“Beautiful, Harper. Just beautiful,” he sighed and took her in his arms once again, kissing her neck and shoulders.
“Oh, Casey,” she said simply, with a hint of happy tears. She felt like a precious gift, so carefully unwrapped, sighing again as his fingers worked the clasp of her bra. She hoped when he let it, too, drop to the floor, that he’d hold her against his chest, feeling his bare pecs squashing her tits, and she wasn’t disappointed.
Taking her hand, he held it over her head, twirling her body like a dancer to get the full view of her luscious body. Once, twice, and another half rotation before he pulled her back in with her back against him. His hands on her hips slid up over her stomach to take her breasts in hand, caressing lightly, teasing her nipples and gradually harder, with firm squeezes of the pliant flesh and pinches of her tiny, erect nipples.
“Oh God, Casey! You’re driving me crazy!” she gasped, and as she felt the bulge in his slacks between her cheeks, she pressed back, rocking her hips to stroke it.
“Exactly! It’s all for you, Harper,” he whispered in her ear.
With one arm across her chest, keeping her tits happy, his dominant hand glided down between her legs to cup her mound, stroking and pressing his fingers into the damp gusset of her panties, with a plaintive squeal escaping her lips. Her breaths coming in gasps, she never wanted a hand in her panties more than now. She begged him with a simple, “Please!?” certain he’d know what she wanted.
‘Oh God, no! Don’t stop!’ she thought when she was suddenly turned around and pulled against his body once more, but only for a moment before he bent to take her tits in his mouth. Each nibbled, licked, and sucked, he moved on, kneeling to hold her hips and pushing his face between her legs. His hands slid from her hips to the cheeks of her cute, little butt, grasping them in his strong hands as he pulled her into his face.
“Oh fuck! Take them …” she started to beg, but stopped as she felt the tight elastic of her panties, dragging over her hips.
Dropping them at her feet, he looked first at the swollen, but still petite lips of her pretty pussy, smiling at the sight, then looking up so she could see his smile. Biting her lip endearingly, her hips jerked forward slightly, imploring him to continue, and gasping loudly with the first touch of a finger sliding easily between her bare wet lips.
“Ohhh, my Lord!” she cried when his impatience got the better of him, and his tongue took the place of his finger sooner than he’d planned.
Squelchy, slurpy sounds and slippery nectar were the result of his feasting on the petals of her pretty flower, and with her fingers enmeshed in his hair, she gently pushed his face against her squirming body. She’d never received such exquisite treatment and could already feel a climax coming on quickly.
“I’m gonna cum!” she cried repeatedly as hands on her ass, pulled her in tighter, his face mashing into the wet maelstrom of her quivering pussy.
Her hips jerked forward as she came, punching his face, still firmly planted in her slit. Sucking and licking, he savored the milky honey her body offered in abundance, before standing to hold her again. He kissed her neck, her ear, and finally her lips when her face rose from his shoulder. It was the kind of kiss she’d never gotten after a lover had had his way with her.
“Not yet,” he said when she put her hand on the lump in his slacks. “There’s more for you,” he said softly and kissed her again before maneuvering her to the bed, its bedspread and sheets spread open invitingly.
“Casey, please?” she pleaded, reaching for his belt when she sat on the bed.
“Uh-uh. This is all for you,” he said as he pushed her down to lie on the bed while kissing her lips as he bent over her.
Like before, his lips trailed down her body, with a brief detour to both delectable tits, his final destination again her pussy. She lifted and spread her legs, watching intently as his tongue slithered through her slit while he knelt on the floor. She really did want to give to him, no longer in gratitude, but with pure desire. Still, what he was doing to her was unlike anything anyone before had done, and she wouldn’t pass up the opportunity, having no idea whether she’d even see him again after tonight.
Again, he devoured her tasty pussy, getting as much as out of her plaintive squeals and moans as he would from receiving such attention himself. She had a youthful innocence that basked in the glow of what he did for her, as if it were all completely new to her, and it inspired him to give even more. He was alternately intense and gentle, driving her wild, not knowing what he would do next. Gasping again when he slipped first one, then two fingers into her pussy, pumping them in and out a few times before curling them up to find her spot, and like a switch it turned her on. When his tongue found her clit and flicked it endlessly, she quickly ramped up to another climax, her whole body shaking.
“Holy shit, Casey!” she cried as her thighs closed on his head, wanting to keep that pressure on her pussy and playing right into his hands. She felt him shaking his head back and forth, and assuming he wanted out, she opened her legs, but that only allowed for an even more voracious attack on her poor neglected pussy. “What are you doing?” she howled as she felt yet another orgasm threatening before she’d even recovered from the one before.
As it built to dizzying heights, she couldn’t believe she hadn’t come yet. Trying to hasten it along, she put her feet on his shoulders and pushed her pussy into his face, crying, “Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!” Finally, with his fingers inside her again and her grinding her sloppy wet pussy into his face, she exploded.
Her head fell back with eyes closed, and both arms and legs shook spastically as it took her over. Her breathing was ragged and uneven while her appendages gradually calmed.
As soon as he saw her body responding involuntarily, Casey quickly slipped his slacks off, climbed onto the bed and, sitting with his back to the headboard, pulled her into his arms, with her curled up between his bare legs, her head resting on his chest, and a soft whimpering sound escaping her lips.
Minutes later, as full consciousness returned, she recalled with disbelief what had just happened, actually questioning if it had been real. She loved the feeling of lying against his body, with his arms protectively wrapped around her, feeling safer and more secure than she could ever remember. It took a while, but she eventually realized his legs were bare and tilted her smiling face up to his to solicit a kiss.
Both gentle and passionate, the kiss lasted forever with hands exploring in light caresses. Her hand landed on his bare thigh, and she pulled back to look in his eyes with a mischievous smile. When her hand slid up his thigh, he stopped her.
“Casey! It’s my turn to give you what you’ve given me!” she protested.
“No. Not tonight.”
“Why not? I haven’t done anything for you yet!”
“You’ve done so much for me tonight; you have no idea.”
“But … but,”
“There’s more to loving than cumming, and you’ve given me all I wanted tonight.”
“But I was supposed to thank you for … for … you know!”
“We’ll save it for another night, okay?”
“There’s going to be another night?” she asked, hope creeping into her voice.
“I know I’d like there to be. Would you?”
She wanted to scream, ‘Fuck yeah!’ but managed to contain that outburst and replied with a simple, “Yes. I would. Very much.”
With that, he pulled her in even tighter, kissing her hair as she lay her head back against his chest.
“I guess I have to go home now?” she pouted without looking at him.
“No. I’d like to hold you a while longer if that’s okay with you?”
The smile on her beautiful face said it all, and they kissed with a tenderness born out of gratitude for each other, neither feeling quite so broken anymore.
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Casey seems intent on giving Harper more than just some well-deserved happiness. Will Harper get a chance to do the same for him? Can they become more than two broken souls looking for healing in the arms of the other? Come back for more and please 'Like,' 'Favorite,' and comment on my story if you enjoyed it and ... THANKS FOR READING!!
