Part XXXI - Instincts So Base

Veronica “Vee” Nortelli, Punker ideologist and able hacker-slash-telecom phreaker, lay across the old fainting couch in the center of the old tool shed’s attic, staring across at the man who had just rescued her virtue.

Her savior, thirty-six year old contractor and former star high school and college quarterback Steven Ricardo Jalone, stood like a titan of myth, seventeen inch biceps bulging in rage as he held his hated prize aloft.

The prey in question was Kevin Heterson, Kev to his friends and enemies, a sixteen year old amateur blackmailer and trespasser upon Steve’s property, and he hung by his shock of dirty blond hair, sputtering in agony.

“Son, I am going to KILL you!” Steve’s furious roar assailed Kev’s twisted face, accompanied by a rain of angry spittle, and the enraged father’s free arm swung back and high, forming a deadly fist, and he made to PLUNGE it into the boy’s gut in what would very probably be a mortal blow but the bull of a man could care LESS because despite the fact that the girl he’d caught Kev assaulting hadn’t turned out to be his precious daughter Tia, he had still been assaulting a girl, that much was certain, so that made Kev a DEAD MAN in Steve Jalone’s books.

So down sailed the fist like the hammer of Thor himself and

“STOP!” shouted Veronica so loudly that it rattled the stainglass windows and actually managed to freeze Steve for a second and his throttling fist halted a foot from Kev’s stomach.

It hung there in the air, quivering, so eager to finish it’s flight and turn the boy’s internal organs into the consistency of mashed potatoes.

“Wh ... What?!” the big man managed to sputter out.

“Don’t!” said the blonde girl with the spiky pink tips who lay propped up on her elbows upon the fainting couch that had belonged to Steve’s dearly departed wife.

Jalone still didn’t get it, “But ... but he ... he was-”

“I know what he was doing, sir. But ... don’t hurt him.”

“He was raping you!”

“I w-wasn’t!” rasped Kev as he scrambled madly against the bull of a man, to no apparent affect.

“Her torn underwear!” Steve shook him, “It’s on the fucking floor, you little shit!”

“But-”

“No fucking buts! She’s barely older then my Tia! She’s like sixteen or seventeen!”

“S-So am I!”

“That’s no excuse! I’m gonna POUND the living shit out of you!” and up went his fist again.

“Wait!” Kev waved his own arms defensively.

“You can’t.” said Veronica.

Steve whipped his gaze to her, “And why not?!”

“Because he’s just a kid and you’re liable to kill him. Or maim him at the very least.”

“So!”

“So ... you’ll go to jail for a very long time. Again, he’s just a scrawny little kid and you’re a big adult.”

Scrawny little--what! Despite his terribly precarious position and the agony lancing through his scalp, Kev was deeply insulted.

Steve on the other hand was blinking and looking thoughtful for the first time since he’d been in the back yard checking on his daughter’s yard work and heard the female shouts of distress coming from his tool shed and gone charging like a maniac in and up the back steps to the attic. How Kev had failed to detect his approach was a mystery challenging the Bermuda Triangle itself, but he must have been THAT wrapped up in his attempt to take Veronica’s last remaining and most precious virginity that his ears had somehow malfunctioned. Perhaps it had been all the downwardly relocated blood, who knows.

Steve was nearly sputtering in annoyance now, “But--But--But he needs to be-”

“-put down.” Veronica finished gently and so with a sigh the man did as she told him and lowered the struggling boy until his feet touched the floor.

“Good...” smiled Veronica softly, “ ... now, release his hair.”

“But-”

“Mr. Jalone! You can’t win here, trust me in this! You have no choice.”

His jaw worked for a long moment, then he shut his eyes and opened his hand.

Kev gasped and gagged at the sudden, blissful release, and stooping he grabbed up the jeans that had fallen to his knees and pulled them up, belted them closed and spinning on his heel took off like an Olympic starter pistol had been fired. Without a word he was gone like the wind down the rickety stairs and blurring past the rows of tools and old boxes, soaring out the exit, and no force in the galaxy was ever going to bring him back into THAT tool shed, no sir!

Back up in the attic Veronica breathed a sigh of deep relief and slumped, all the stress pouring out of her in a rush. That was so damn CLOSE! And I’m not talking about my fuckin hymen, though that too! Tia’s Daddy was gonna actually KILL that stupid fool, and yeah, he deserved it, well sort of, I did kind of lead him on and I never should have let him fuck my ass that time in the pool house, he’s just sixteen and definitely loaded with impulse control problems, so going up here with him I should have known what was going to happen. If he’d been nicer about it I probably would have let him have my ass anyway, he just got greedy and he will definitely pay the price for that later, oh yeah! But now I have a mess to clean up.

“Uh ... perhaps ... perhaps you should cover up.” said Steve and Veronica glanced down at herself and realized that her skirt was bunched around her waist, leaving her buck naked from the waist down with her legs wide spread, showing off her well shorn pussy and the long cleft that lead to her ass.

“Oh! Sorry!” and she slapped her knees together and tugged down her skirt.

He picked up her panties and moving closer offered them to her, she plucked them from his fingers and frowned at their tattered remains, “These are useless. Guess I’m going comando, heh.”

“Did he ... did he-”

“No. He didn’t.” she stood and smoothed down her rumbled clothing, “Thanks to you.”

He frowned for a second, “I don’t know you. Are you one of Tia’s friends? How did you get up here?”

“Um ... I am one of Tia’s friends. Veronica Nortelli? She hasn’t mentioned me?”

“I don’t know. She might have. Tia has a lot of friends.”

“Yeah, she does.”

“Are you on her soccer team?”

“No. We’re in classes together, math and chemistry.”

“Right. Okay, you come along with me, young lady, you can get cleaned up in the house and borrow a pair of ... of underwear from my daughter’s drawers. Then I’ll call your parents.”

Parents? Call my parents? Hah! Vee fought not to laugh out loud at that nutso idea, but she still slipped up beside Steve and wrapped a pipecleaner arm around his Stallone-esque one and allowed him to lead her down the steps and back to his house.

“You’re my hero.” she beamed up at him as he walked her up the steps to the second floor.

Steve smiled and patted her arm, then opened the door to Tia’s bedroom and gently prodded her inside with his palm on her back, “You’ll see, everything will be all right.”

“Oh, it already is, Mr. Jalone, all thanks to you.” and hopping up on her tiptoes she kissed his cheek.

He blinked in surprise, then she shut the door, leaving him standing there bewildered in the hallway.

Inside Tia’s room, Vee twirled in place and clenching her stomach laughed silently. Ohhh, this is rich! And best of all, thanks to all that trauma in the tool shed I now remember EVERYTHING that little bitch did to me! She made me think she wanted to have sex with me, and when I was distracted she actually dared to HIT me! With a bat! Ohhh, Tia is going to PAY for that, oh yeah! She is definitely going to pay, and I think I know JUST how to hurt her the hardest!

Steve was sitting on his bed when a knock came at the door.

“Yeah?” he looked up as it opened partway and the blonde girl leaned her head in.

“I got all cleaned up, thank-you, Mr. Jalone.” she said with a soft smile.

“Good, Veronica. Now, I’ll call you parents-”

“Oh, it’s just my mom, my dad left a long time ago.”

“Oh, sorry.” he frowned.

“That’s okay. I’m over him, he was a major loser, not a cool hero of a dad like you, sir.”

“Uh ... yes. Very nice of you to stay. But your mom-”

“-is out of town, it turns out. Heh, I’m sorry, Mr. Jalone, but I tried calling her and found a message waiting on my cell, she suddenly had to go help my granny who has the flu. So now I have to find one of my school friends to stay with.”

“Oh, that’s too bad.”

Veronica chewed her lip, “Um, hey, I was wondering, where is Tia?”

“She’s at a soccer game, last one of the season. I was supposed to be there but I had a work conflict. She should already be back, but maybe the game went into overtime, it happens.”

“Oh...” Vee hung her head sadly.

“What is is?” asked Steve.

“Well, it’s only ... my closest friend in all the way on the other side of town, and since I’m already here I was kinda going to ask Tia if, well, I could ... um...”

Steve smiled, “I’m sure Tia will be thrilled to have you stay over, Veronica. Consider yourself our guest.”

“Oh! Thank-you, Mr. Jalone! Okay! I’ll be right back!” and she shut the door.

He frowned at it for a long moment. Right back? What does she mean by that? What an odd kid...

Steve didn’t approve of her appearance one bit and at the first opportunity he was going to speak to his daughter about her choice of companions, because what if she started dressing like this strange girl Veronica? Short skirts, pink hair and piercings?! No way in hell was any offspring of him ever going to go around looking like ... like trash!

But her nose stud ... it does kind of look ... hot...

He scowled internally, what the heck am I thinking! She’s barely seventeen, she isn’t attractive, I’m an adult and she’s a child, it ends there, no discussion. Damn right...

But Steve couldn’t deny it, that despite her youth and complete lack of curves, the girl seemed to ooze sexuality, it was in her every movement and that husky voice of hers. Every time she called him “sir” or “Mr. Jalone” it made the dick jerk in his shorts, there was no denying it. He would bet a year’s worth of government contracts that she wasn’t a virgin.

She’s slutty, you can see it in her eyes, no matter how she tries to hide it with that innocent little girl routine. No, unless she shapes up fast, she isn’t going to be hanging around with Tia. But I know what I’m going to be thinking about later when I’m jacking off, heh-

He jerked back to reality as his bedroom door swung back and Veronica stepped back into the room. And his jaw nearly hit the floor.

The girl had changed into a set of his daughter’s sleep wear, and her selection was ... flawed, to say the least. Yes, that was the most apt description Steve Jalone’s shocked mind could come up with. Her outfit was composed of a sheer pink halter top held up by the slightest of spaghetti straps tied off in wide bows, while the bottoms were boy shorts that would have been a bit tight on his slight daughter, which left them nearly painted-on with them stretched bikini-like over Veronica’s lower half.

“This is the best I could fine, sir, I hope Tia doesn’t mind.” and she crossed the thick shag carpet and plopped down in Steve’s lap.

What the...!

She cuddled against his chest and hugged his broad shoulders, “My hero. Thank-you, sir!”

“That ... that’s okay, Veronica. I did what any man would do-”

“No!” she looked up at him, her emerald eyes wide and shining, “Most men wouldn’t have cared, but not YOU! You saved me from that awful boy! You are my white knight and I’m your damsel in distress!” and straightening up she planted a big kiss on his lips. And before he could react she encircled his neck with her arms and pressed into him, began to neck, her moist lips working atop his, her quick little tongue plying at his clenched teeth, searching eagerly for a way into his mouth.

God, he smells so good, like vintage leather and bar fights, Vee thought in breathless excitement as she kissed him, and he’s so HUGE! I bet he’s got a MONSTER c-

“Wait!” Steve broke the kiss and pushed her bodily back, “I think you are ... are confused...”

“No! Far from it!” she wrapped her legs around his thick waist and pressed her groin against his abdomen, started moving up and down against it, while hanging off his neck with her hands, “I told you, sir, you’re my hero, and heroes get special rewards when they save girls.”

“Veronica ... please, I-”

“But I want to, sir.” she told him balefully, “I’m grateful. Sooooo grateful.” she had dropped her groin until it was in his lap and her dry stroking against him was pressing into his rising erection. Bingo! Vee grinned. And yep! He’s hung like a horse, I knew it!

“But I’m an adult and you’re a child-”

“I’m not a child.” her bottom lip pudged out, “I’m a big girl. Let me show you, Mr. Jalone.” and letting go with one hand she tugged the bow open on first her left shoulder, then her right.

“Veronica ... don’t.”

“Ohhh, but Daddy, I wanna. Just for you.” and with a shrug of her narrow shoulders the halter fell to her waist, leaving her chest bare. Steve’s mouth fell open, his eyes narrowed with lust as his gaze travelled down across her small breasts and alighted upon her hard little nipples. Her ribs poked through her pale flesh below and he longed to run his tongue up-and-down them, to take Veronica’s nipple in his mouth and bite--Daddy? Did ... did she just call me ... Daddy?

“Mmmmm, Mr. Jalone, do you like what you see?” she ran a finger down between her breasts and began to circle the right nipple lazily, “I know they’re not too big yet, but I’m a growing girl and I bet someday they will be nice and plump.”