Chapter 2

“Elizabeth, you said you were twenty years old right?”

“Yeah, that’s right. I’ll be twenty-one in September, why?”

“Well, as a twenty year old, you are legally an adult and you shouldn’t have to worry about your parents finding you. You have your own life. Or is there something else?”

“William, I never finished high school so I don’t have a diploma. I don’t even have a G.E.D. Without at least one of them, I can’t get any kind of decent job. It’s hard enough for a high school graduate to find work these days. A dropout doesn’t have a chance! I have no work experience that I can use to help, either ... at least none I can put on a resume’!”

“Yeah, I can see your point.”

“It’s okay. I knew when I ran away that I was running away from school too – I didn’t really like school all that much anyway. It would have been nice to finish, though ... I only had a year left to go ... and it would have given me a shot at a future. But this is the price I have to pay now.”

Just then the timer went off letting me know that dinner was almost ready. I got up and went into the kitchen, but what Beth had told me kept running through my head.

We sat down to a wonderful meal. The steaks came out perfect and the potatoes and asparagus were tender and very good. I had to smile as I watched my impromptu houseguest devour her meal. It was plain she wasn’t lying when she said all she’d had to eat the past three days was a candy bar and an old bag of peanuts!

She wolfed down her steak so fast I don’t think she even tasted it! I ate most of my steak, but when I saw she had finished, I offered her the rest of mine, knowing how hungry she was. She looked at me for a second then took the rest of my steak and finished it off too.

After we had both finished our dinner. I got up to clear the table and get the dishes into the dishwasher. But Beth would have none of it.

“Willam, you go into the living room and leave the dishes to me. You cooked a wonderful meal and you have been so kind, Let me take care of this ... please?”

So I went in and sat down on the sofa and after she had finished rinsing the dishes and putting them in the dishwasher, she came into the living room too.

“I didn’t know where your dishwasher detergent was but the dishes are all loaded up and ready to go.”

“That’s fine hon, sit down and relax. You had a big meal and you aren’t used to eating like that apparently!”

“Oh God, did I make a pig of myself? Oh, I’m so embarrassed!” she covered her face with her hands.

I laughed. “No, no, Beth it’s perfectly all right. Anyone would eat like that if they were as hungry as you were. Don’t worry about it!”

“Well, it was the best meal I can ever remember eating, William. Thank you ... for everything.” She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. But then she pulled back a few inches and looked at me. I saw her eyes dart back and forth searching for something. She must have found it too, because a moment later she moved forward again, this time kissing me on the mouth.

That’s when it happened. All thoughts of her being young enough to be my daughter dissipated. Any ideas of her being a homeless woman evaporated. Even the fact that she had been with numerous other men did not matter. I had been without any kind of female companionship for too long. And Beth was cute in her own right – she wasn’t much to look at as a homeless woman, but she cleaned up nice.

I reached my arm over around her and scooped her up onto my lap. She settled on my lap facing me and straddling me, kneeling on the sofa. She took my face in her hands and kissed me again, deeper and more urgently. My arms wrapped around her and rested on the small of her back right where some girls have a “tramp stamp”.

Our making out started getting a little hotter and our kissing more passionate. She was devouring me like she did the steak at dinnertime and I’ll tell you, I wasn’t doing much resisting! I could hear her breathing getting heavy and my heart was racing. If I didn’t do something real quick...

I pushed her back upright so I could see her face. “Elizabeth, are you sure about this? I don’t want you to think you have to ... that I expected you to ... I mean with your past, I...”

She put her finger on my lips, silencing me. Then she smiled and crossing her arms in front, she lifted the bottom of the t-shirt she was wearing and pulled it up over her head, revealing a pair of very nice C-cup tits, with large rose-colored areola and capped with hard eager nipples just asking to be sucked.

“They are lovely, Beth.” It was the most intelligent thing I could come up with at the moment.

“William, honey, I’m not doing this because I have to. You have made no demands or conditions on anything. You have been so kind and treated me like a person instead of an object or a quick fuckhole. You don’t know what that means. I am doing this because I want to. I want you William, and I am hoping you want me too.”

I did want her – more than I ever thought I would. I picked up a homeless girl because I wanted to help her out. Being a father with a daughter close to her age, it was just something I had to do. But that had changed somehow and instead of a surrogate daughter, I was facing a woman.

A woman who had the same need for tenderness and affection that I had. A woman who’d had her share of heartbreak and who had been used and discarded much like me. Now this woman, this young attractive woman, was looking to me to show her that she wasn’t the trash and street litter that everyone else said and looked at her as. She wanted to know she still mattered.

I had always heard the saying “Actions speak louder than words.” and I knew very well that words, no matter how thought out and planned they may be, are still subject to misinterpretation or misunderstanding. I wanted my answer to be plain and clear and completely understood.

I took her hands from my face and put her arms around my neck then I scooted us to the edge of the sofa and stood up. Beth weighed next to nothing – my shadow weighs more than she did just then – so it was no effort at all. She wrapped her legs around my waist to help hold herself up and with my hands under her ass, she wasn’t going anywhere. I started climbing the stairs heading to my bedroom carrying her in a reverse-piggyback.

Looking back, I now realize I took a big chance that night. I knew that Elizabeth had been with more men in her short twenty years than most women will see in their entire lifetime. And I’m sure that most, if not all of them, didn’t use protection. She could have contracted any number of STD’s or other equally nasty infections or diseases from her exploits. In addition, I can’t believe that there was never a pregnancy that came from her liasons, but she never mentioned anything about a baby or getting pregnant.

But none of that mattered. In fact, it never even crossed my mind, so focused was I on getting this sexy young vagabond into my bed.

I reached the bedroom and fortunately, I had left the door just brought to and not fully closed. I pushed the door open and then after I had brought us inside, I hooked a foot behind it and closed it. I took her across the room and set her down on her feet beside the bed. I gave her a long, deep acknowledging kiss and she parted her lips to let a soft moan out.

As we continued kissing, I felt hands tugging and working at my belt. Without breaking our kiss, my hands went to work unbuttoning my shirt and removing it. Both articles of clothing came off at about the same time leaving me in my boxers and my t-shirt. Beth only wore her panties at this point, having left the sleepshirt in the living room on the sofa.

I sat down on the bed and spread my legs, pulling her to me. Elizabeth was just the right height to put her very lovely tits at the perfect position for me to snack on while sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Ohh!” I took one of the luscious buttons into my mouth sucking and licking on it as Beth moaned her delight. She reached under her tits and held them up, feeding me as I proceeded to lick and suck and chew on her sensitive nipples, eliciting more moans and an occasional squeal as I playfully nipped at the fleshy nubs.

With her feeding her tits to me, my hands had nothing to do. And you know what happens to “idle hands” ... well, they found a playground of their own between my houseguest’s thighs. I began to rub her dampening pussy through its lacy wrappings, and each time my hand rubbed over her clit, she moaned or groaned to let me know I had hit her magic button.

It was only a few moments of rubbing before I felt her panties getting very damp and I could smell the scent of a woman’s arousal.

“Oh God, William! Ohhh!”

Beth began to grind against the hand vexing her. I pulled away from her tits after making sure both had gotten plenty of loving and concentrated my work on the downstairs operations. My hand sawed back and forth between her legs as she moaned and humped against it.

After a little while I pulled my hand out from between her legs and reached up to grab the waistband of her panties. “These things are soaked ... let’s get you out of these wet things before you catch your death of pneumonia!” I pulled her panties down slowly, enjoying the way they stuck to her because of how wet she had gotten.

Finally free, the panties slid smoothly down her legs and she stepped out of them daintily, using my shoulder to steady herself.

I have seen my fair share of pussies in my time; bald ones, bushy ones, pussies trimmed in all kinds of shapes and designs. I’ve seen tight pussies where the lips don’t show at all, and I’ve seen women who look like they straddled a running chainsaw. But of all the pussies I have had the privelege of seeing (and partaking of), Elizabeth’s was far and away the prettiest and most appealing.

Elizabeth’s pussy was tight and tucked in – something which surprised me a bit considering the number of people she said had visited there. The lips were only visible when she was extremely aroused, as she was now, and her clit protruded to get its fair share of attention too. Her fur was short and dark brown (the carpet matched the drapes) and trimmed into an upside down triangle starting just above her clit. The fur triangle was small enough to be able to hide under her panties or a bikini bottom if she wore one.

“You have a very lovely pussy, Elizabeth. It looks like a ripe, juicy peach. You know, after that wonderful dinner, I’m in the mood for a nice fresh-baked peach pie! Know where I could find a warm, juicy peach pie?”

She giggled “Why I do declare, William, I believe you are a flirtin’ with me, Sir!” she said in her best Southern Bell accent. She climbed into bed laying in the middle and spreading her legs wide. Now in Mae West mode, she said, “Why you come up and eat me sometime!”

I smiled and climbed into bed, crawling towards her from the foot of the bed like I was stalking her. I could see her squirm as I got closer, and I could tell she was getting more excited with my every “step”. I moved slowly, wanting to build up the suspense and by the time I had moved in between her spread legs, Beth was trembling and panting with nervous anticipation!