The doorbell rang. I wasn’t expecting anyone, especially the small young woman on my doorstep. The first thing I noticed was the kangaroo-style baby carrier on her chest with a tiny head visible. A diaper bag was hanging from her shoulder and a beat-up wheeled suitcase stood on the sidewalk.

A hopeful face looked up at me and said hesitantly, “My name is Rosie. Do you have an apartment open?”

I invited her in and brought her suitcase, then offered a drink. She chose water. I had the same. After my accident three years ago I used the settlement to buy two small duplexes close to where I live. My disability check plus the rental income made for a reasonable living. Addressing my visitor, I asked, “Did someone send you here?”

“Yes, the people at the Women’s Center suggested this place. It is walking distance to quite a few things I need. How much is the rent?”

I told her the fairly modest amount but her face fell anyway, and especially so when I told her I wouldn’t have a vacancy for two weeks.

“Oh dear, I can’t pay that and my other living expenses as well. I don’t know what I’m going to do.”

She looked to be near tears and that touched my heartstrings. I volunteered at the Women’s Center myself because it was close by and I liked being a positive male presence which the program needed.

“I’d like to help you out if you let me. I have a spare bedroom where you could stay until the unit is available. I am partially disabled and I need some help around here in taking care of this place and the rental properties. I’ll trade that for your room and board now and a reduction in the rent later. How does that sound?”

Her face went down on her hands and I heard sobbing. “I take it that means a yes?” She nodded. “Let me show you to your room.”

His mother’s distress had awakened the infant. “I need to nurse him first.” I held the little guy while she undid her carrier and her blouse. She had a nursing bra on and wasn’t at all shy about opening up in front of me. I guess I was a grandfather’s age to her. Nice breast. Hadn’t seen one “in the flesh” for quite a while. Her baby had a much darker skin shade and there was apparently interracial parentage.

That done, I showed her to the small guest room with a single bed and said I would figure out something to serve as a crib for the baby. There was a small set of drawers and she began unpacking her suitcase which contained all of her worldly possessions, I guessed.

“Dinner is at six and if you know how to cook I could use some help.”

She showed up and began peeling the vegetables I had put out. My recipe repertoire is rather limited. This was going to be stew and I discovered that I was out of bread. “I’m going down to the store so you keep an eye on this. Do you drink red wine? Can I get you anything else?”

She put her chin down as she replied, “I’m only sixteen and a half but I do like a drink once in a while.”

As I walked to my car and I thought, “She seems older, but I guess life has aged her prematurely.”

I had borrowed a classic movie DVD from the library and we watched that after supper. Once again she nursed the baby in my presence and didn’t seem to mind that I looked.

I was in bed reading when she took a shower and came into my room wrapped in only a towel. Still basically shy, she asked, “I don’t know how to tell you how much I appreciate your kindness. Can I give you a good night kiss?” I puckered up and got a nice little peck on the lips. Once again, something I hadn’t had for way too long.

Sometime in the night I was awakened by Rosie getting in bed with me. In a soft voice she begged, “I’m having nightmares. Can I snuggle with you a bit?” She was trembling so I faced away from her and she spooned up behind. I could feel her breasts through the t-shirt and my neglected male parts gave a normal response. During the night I felt her get up when the baby cried and then she returned. Spooning again, short as she was, when she put her arm around me her hand brushed the top of my still rigid rod. She jerked a little in recognition but then began caressing it.

Scooting over and rolling me on my back, without a word she bent down and engulfed as much as she could in her mouth. It took very little of that, in my state, to let loose into that warm and wet place. She swallowed and snuggled up against me, her head against my neck, her breasts against my arm, and one leg thrown over me. We slept until the baby cried again. This time she did not come back and I got up to make coffee.

As she sipped a cup I offered, she was concerned, “I hope I didn’t go too far last night. Guess I didn’t realize that men your age still liked sex. I’m just awfully lonely and you have treated me nicer than anyone I can remember.”

I walked over and hugged her, “I still like it a lot and don’t get much. What you did was the best thankyou I can imagine. I never expected a woman so young would ever do that for me.”

She beamed, “I want to do more because I’m horny as hell. The clinic doctor says another week before I can have intercourse. Hope I’m still here!”

We spent the rest of the day cleaning up the place. Even with responsibility for the infant, she was a damn good worker. That night she asked what I’d hoped, “Can I sleep with you again?” We moved the crib to my room. No t-shirt tonight.

We hugged and fondled and I got blown again. This time though I turned on her, “Any prohibition against getting a taste of you?” A big head shake got me headed towards her crotch with its growing-back pubes. Three orally-induced orgasms later she begged me to give her a break. Our mouths shared tastes from the opposite sex and we delighted in it.

That was the pattern for the next few days until a clinic visit said she was back “on-line”. She asked if I had condoms because she wasn’t on birth control yet and I told her I had something much better.

“What could that be?” was her puzzled query. A vasectomy of course! She was delighted and the baby was napping so she just peeled off her clothes and we almost didn’t make it to the bedroom the first time. I’d almost forgotten how wonderfully a pussy can hold the part of the body us males are so proud of. She wasn’t sure whether to focus on the kissing we were doing or how our parts were moving together. She was so incredibly welcoming that I couldn’t hold off for long and she squealed when she felt my coital gift surging deep inside her. She held me between her legs even though I got soft and we snoozed a little bit.

I had to pull out to pee and found a bottle of an ED medication I’d been given a long time ago. It was way past its expiration date but I figured it couldn’t hurt and might help. It still had some power left so I was worn out, but not complaining, by breakfast. She was glowing.

The next week was one of sexual excess for both of us. She was ready to join whenever I was and did what she could to make that happen sooner if at all possible. She even asked me to do her ass but told her I didn’t have any lubricant. She said to look in the kitchen for some vegetable oil. I got about halfway in before she said that was all she could take. It didn’t take much, even in my well-drained condition, to shoot a small load in that place.

I took the initiative at appropriate times to explore her sexual history, particularly as it related her impregnation. It was not a happy tale. Thrown out by her alcoholic mother at the age of 15, she had survived by couch-surfing and sometimes had to pay for room and board by spreading her legs. No affection, just lust. The only income she had was by asking guys who were banging her for donations. She did insist on condoms but apparently they weren’t always used effectively.

One of her better choices was to go to the Women’s Clinic when she found out she was pregnant. Some minor venereal diseases were cleaned up and she was counseled but still had to put out during much of her pregnancy to survive. The father of her baby couldn’t even be guessed at considering the number of men of various colors who used her body during the probable time of conception.

She had occasionally enjoyed the acts but it was usually more of a chore than pleasure. What she felt with me, even though intended as an expression of gratitude, was a revelation for her own satisfaction.

One of my goals, in addition to providing a bit of stability and security for her and her child, was to build a sense of self-worth that she may have never had. I praised the things she did for me both in and out of bed as specific positive accomplishments and aspects of herself. I learned that this is much more powerful than just general stuff like “you’re wonderful”.

By the time the duplex apartment came available, I had to make a choice. There was no question that she would like to stay with me as a dependent. Feeling that it was more important for her to develop own sense of independence, I reminded her that living with me was only supposed to be temporary. When she looked crestfallen, I also reminded her that I was only a block away and would love to continue to have her company, day and night. That brought the smile back.

Having never had her own place, this was a big step forward in her life and she made a point of inviting me to a dinner she would prepare to celebrate the occasion. I told her I would bring the wine, an etiquette custom she wasn’t even familiar with.

Not having to pay rent for a couple weeks, she saved up enough to put on a nice chicken dinner. I was formally invited to her bed and nursed on one nipple as her little guy drank from the other. That got her super hot and she insisted I bury my bone immediately. We spent the night repeatedly christening her new bed.

From then on most nights were spent together in one bed or the other. She told me every day this was the happiest she’d ever been in her life. That made me feel very good.

Having dropped out of school when she was kicked out of her home, that had to be the next order of business. It would also get her some supplemental financial help as a single mother so she could improve her life. I said I would look after baby Bob while she attended class. She could also do some of it online using my computer. Highly motivated, she dug in and made good progress.

Being nice looking, she was approached by boys in her special makeup classes. Like her, they were there because of problems in their life so I worked with her to screen them in order that she could attend high school functions with someone her own age. I knew I could keep her all to myself, but in the long run that would not be healthy for her.

Then it happened, the first date with a boy who seemed to have his shit together. I came over to her place as the babysitter and met this young man. Brad was eighteen and a sophomore, having dropped out of regular school for work to support his family. He was taking her to a football game and then out for a hamburger afterwards. Even though he knew she had a baby, he didn’t try for more than a good night kiss. But it was only the first date anyway.

Of course, Rosie was thrilled with the attention and fucked my brains out after he left. They had already agreed on another date and she was as excited as any normal teenager. This time they went to a concert and he took her out to a parking spot. Per our discussion, she let him get to second base, uncovering and even nursing on her breasts as she fondled his erection. He creamed in her hand and was embarrassed. She kind of pushed the envelope when she licked it off and swallowed it before kissing him and saying, “I guess you think I’m sexy.”

We had a long talk before her next date. She was not on birth control yet and so that would slow things down a bit. I suggested that they limit themselves to mutual oral sex for a while before she decided she wanted to go further with him. She had a serious question for me, “Would you be upset if I had intercourse with him?”

“I would only feel bad if you stop having it with me. I told you it’s best for you to have as normal a teenage experience as you can. That can include sex with your peers. If you make good choices it can be fun for all and I will get a thrill out of you telling me about it. Hell, I’d probably enjoy sloppy seconds after he brought you home.”