Chapter 1

I felt some remorse over what I had just done. It was one of my professional responsibilities and I knew it would make myself and several other people happy in the long run, but guilt still nagged at me. As I walked out of the courthouse, I saw the attractive widow standing near a bus stop with her three daughters. It wasn’t just regret that inspired me as I walked over and talked to her again. She wiped her eyes and aroused me by lighting a cigarette. I was also glad to see the oldest girl had a sucker in her mouth. I love to watch women or teen girls sucking or licking things, especially young pretty ones.

“Mrs. Campbell, I’m sincerely sorry the case went the way it did for you. What happened wasn’t out of any malice or negative feeling on my part. I think you’re a nice woman, taking care of your family as best you can. I was just doing my job.” Another attorney lower down the bank’s food chain easily could have handled the case, but I’d requested it.

I noticed her makeup was streaked and smeared from crying since she left the courtroom half an hour before. She took another large puff from her cigarette. “Couldn’t the heartless bank even have a TINY BIT of sympathy! They wouldn’t give us another month so I could find a job. The house was all we had and they took it! They wouldn’t even give us a week to move out! We don’t have much but movers are on the way to put it all in the yard! Without a car...”

“I feel bad about that and I’d really like to help. It’s important that I make this clear. The next two things I’m going to say have nothing to do with each other, okay?”

“Uh ... what...”

“To help you out I’ll give you $500 cash as a gift, if you can meet me in the parking lot of my apartment building at 8 am tomorrow. I don’t expect anything in return. It’s a present. Here’s my address.” I handed her one of my personal cards.

“Uh ... That’s very nice of you, Mr. Thomas. I can try to be there, but ... but we don’t have any place...”

I held out my hand. “Please, call me James.”

She shook it briefly. “Darlene.” She pointed at her daughters from oldest to youngest. “My girls are Jessica, Melissa, and Sarah. They’re 14, 12, and 7.”

Jessica looked up and me and corrected her mother, “Fourteen and three quarters!”

I smiled. “Almost 15. Got it!”

I turned back to their mother and continued, “This has nothing to do with what I just said about a gift. If you’d like, you can stay with me tonight. I have a guest room for the kids.”

I was sidestepping the prostitution law and subtly propositioning her in front of her children.

“But ... but you...”

“I’m offering you some kindness. Will you accept it?”

“But I don’t know you, and you took EVERYTHING from us!”

“The bank did. Foreclosures are unhappy tasks but somebody needs to handle them. I didn’t enjoy it and I want to make it up to you. Will you let me?”

She had no real choice and only took a moment to realize it. Tears returned to her eyes as she said, “Okay.”

Darlene was a blue eyed almost-blonde with a nicely shaped body. I liked the curls in her light brown hair. I thought her late husband must have had been a platinum blonde, because all her girls had long manes the color of honey.

With her rounded hips, pretty face, and mid-sized chest, she was very nice-looking for 33. I’d seen her birthdate on the court documents. The oldest daughter was just mature enough to be sexy in my eyes too, at “Fourteen and three quarters!” I was most strongly attracted to girls around 15 to 18, and she would be entering that group before long. The motion of her lips on her sucker and her mother’s mouth as she sucked a cigarette aroused me greatly. I have a smoking fetish or ‘sucking fetish’. I start to get hard, just watching a fully clothed female suck in a puff as she lights up. I react almost as strongly if they suck on candy, a straw, or a finger.

I give lectures about the law at high schools several times a year. I insist on doing them just before lunch or just before the school day ends. It’s worth my time if I get to watch a teen girl or three sucking on cigarettes as they leave school grounds.

The power imbalance between Darlene and I was also exciting. I was wealthy and had many relationships with important people. The district attorney had been my roommate in law school, and I’d dated his wife before he did. She was the city’s Deputy Mayor. My cousin was the County Sheriff, an aunt was Chief of Medicine at a local hospital, and her husband was a State Senator.

As General Counsel for the bank chain, I made what all of them did combined. I didn’t even need the huge salary, since I’d inherited a small fortune from my parents a few years back.

I could get nearly anything I wanted from Darlene, and still seem generous and kind. After I did my job in court, they had nothing and nowhere to go. I’d try to be nice about it, but I had no doubt Darlene would help me get what I wanted.

I’d offer Darlene what many poor women would consider the best deal ever. I’d get three teenage lovers for a very high but reasonable price.

I drove them to their former home, then helped them pack their clothes and some of their belongings into my car. I apologized again, “Sorry that I don’t have room for the furniture.”

Darlene said, “It’s all right. At least we have our clothes and a place to stay tonight. Thanks for doing what you can.” I could have bought every house on the block and given hers back to her, but I had other things on my mind.

I picked up pizza and sodas on the way to my apartment. It was small but very comfortable. I turned on a kid’s movie and we ate in the living room. She leaned on me on the sofa as we watched, then we put the girls to bed in the guest room. The three easily fit side-by-side, since it was queen-sized. It was nice to see her give the two younger ones kisses and entertaining to see the oldest squirm away to avoid that fate.

I had Darlene sit in my lap as she smoked her last cigarette of the night on my balcony. Watching her cheeks and lips as she sucked was exhilarating. As we undressed, she resignedly asked, “So what do you want? A blowjob? My ass?”

I decided that instead of using a power play and having a night or a week of fun, I’d take my time and get much more in the long run. “I’d like you to wash my back, and maybe kiss me. I’d be happy for more later but we don’t need to have sex tonight.”

I saw a tear in the corner of her eye as she said, “Thank you!”

She kissed my cheek and followed me to the bathroom. We washed each other and I played with her nice breasts a little. She stroked my penis several times more than necessary. I said, “It’s clean. That’s enough, unless you want to get your feet dirty.”

She giggled and I thought it was great to see her smile. She briefly kissed my lips after we dried. “I would have done nearly anything, just so my kids could have a warm bed tonight. Thanks for your kindness. Do you have condoms?”

“They’re in the top dresser drawer, but you really don’t have to.”

She kissed me again and opened the drawer. She held up a condom and thought a moment. She asked, “Tomorrow?”

I agreed, “Tomorrow.”

We French kissed and I enjoyed the intimate and exciting feel of her tongue on mine. She climbed into bed and I followed. My penis hardened again as I spooned behind her nude. She felt it push between her thighs and asked, “Um, maybe I should be the big spoon?”

I chuckled. “Okay. Until tomorrow.” I rolled over and she wrapped an arm over my chest. She kissed my ear as I was drifting off to sleep.

I woke up smelling something nice, bacon and fruit. After I took care of my morning bathroom routine, I walked to the kitchen and was nearly bowled over by a herd of girls on their way out the door. Darlene called after them, “Come straight back here after school!”

Melissa sounded annoyed as she replied, “Yeah, Mom, you told us a million times!” The door slammed as they departed.

Darlene shook her head and said to herself, “Three times. But if I only said it twice, they’d forget.”

She smiled as she saw me. “I made blueberry pancakes. I serve them with applesauce instead of sugary syrup.”

I tasted a bite. “Mmmm! Delicious!”

She said, “I gave them a little money from your wallet for lunches. I hope that’s okay, since ... ah...”

“Since I promised you five hundred? Sure. After I eat, we really need to go outside so I can give it to you. I don’t want to break the law.”

“Huh? We ah ... we didn’t have sex! I ... it’s not like I’m a hooker!” Her face turned bright red. I was amused she was concerned after just a little shower fun.

“The city has an obscure ordinance making it illegal to pay for a kiss, unless the person gets a permit for a kissing booth and has a medical check-up first. I might be violating it if I give you money the same day and in the same place I asked you for a kiss. I think our last kiss was after midnight. Annoying, but it’s the law.”