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My second life

by SexStoriesClub on Apr 18, 2017 Teen Sexstories 2101 Views

It had been four years. Laura had been gone that long and it still seemed like yesterday to me. I am Bill. I was married to Laura for twelve years. Twelve wonderful and happy years. Then in one terrible blow it had ended. Laura had been taken from me by a stupid accident.

She had gone to the convenience store for a few things to finish off dinner. She would just be gone a few minutes. The next thing I knew a policeman was knocking at our door with our local minister. There had been an accident. Laura was gone. I can't remember much after that. She had pulled out in front of a semi-truck. He couldn't stop in time. Killed instantly they said.

Numbness gripped me for over a year. Friends tried to get me out and about. I just sat at home and brooded. Insurance money sat unspent in an account. I went to work still...each day quietly hoping that I was having a bad nightmare. One day I woke up and realized that Laura was gone. She was not coming back.

It was a Friday, I called into work and took a sick day. I sat around and cried, suffering a rude awakening. I had been angry and lost for so long it seemed. I determined that from that day on I would live. Live as best I could because life was too short.

Still the emptiness in me haunted and tormented as I went forth living. Two years later, I had dated a few women. Nothing I felt nothing and acted like I felt. Cold and alone. I could see it was me, not them. I wasn't going to find anyone else to replace my Laura. I guess deep inside I couldn't let go of her at all.

One day, I just gave up trying to find someone else. It wasn't working out and I hated making others feel miserable on our dates'. I spent more and more time just walking around the city. I would visit the museums, the parks, libraries, anything to occupy my time.

I noticed that I had been pushing my walks to go on the fringes of safe' and gone to the parts of town that most people would not travel on foot by themselves. Nobody bothered me. Nobody came near me or threatened me. I was left alone. On one walk I noticed a young girl in cut-off jeans and a very skimpy top hanging around the stairs to a rundown tenement building. She just looked like she didn't belong there. White skinned, blonde hair, nice body with a very nice chest. A large black man came out and started to talk to her. She looked afraid of him, yet she stood close to him. Handing him some cash he gave her a small packet and turned and left. She glanced at me with the look of a ghost afraid of it's own shadow. Putting the packet in her pocket she started to walk near me as I went on my way. Just behind me and to one side I could catch sight of her from time to time. We got to the park and she kept close to me. There were some bad apples hanging around there, so I knew why she was closer to me. I was her protection of sorts.

We walked around the park and on the other side she caught up to me.

"Hey mister. Would you like some company? Uh...Youre not a cop or anything are you?" I was a bit taken aback for a second. At first I wasn't sure she was talking to me. Then as realization dawned on her offer' I was a bit speechless.

"I'm not sure I know what you want."

"Well mister, I think I know what you would like. I am worth it too. I can show you a real good time...if you know what I mean."

"Young lady, you should be in school not out here...propositioning strangers."

"Hey, you aren't my dad. I just offered to help make you feel good for a bit not be lectured about how I live." She turned away and left me standing there. I had just been propositioned by a girl young enough to have been my daughter, if I had one. Did I look so alone that she could see something in me that I couldn't see myself? Or had I just looked like some easy money for her to score?

That encounter stuck in my mind all that weekend. I was a bit stunned that someone as young as her would be turning tricks for a pimp. I found myself wondering about her and her past. What had made her go this way? What had caused her to begin selling her body for cash? Drugs?

The following week I became engrossed with work and getting some contracts signed. After each work day I would go home and work on the details, then go to bed. I didn't walk around at all being so busy trying to get everything done. That weekend the contracts were signed. I took the clients out for dinner. We went to a nice restaurant and as we ate I saw her. She walked by on the street, dressed in a very tight, short skirt, low-cut skin tight top with no bra. She looked like a cheap hooker on the prowl.

She was only in my sight for a short time. After dinner and a few drinks I saw my clients to their hotel and then I headed home. On my drive I went out of my way a bit and drove down the street where I had first seen her with her pimp. There she was, standing on the street corner, looking like a little girl trying to look like an adult.

I pulled over, a reflexive action on my part. I didn't know what to say, what I was doing. I was lost as she looked. She came over to the passenger window. I rolled it down as she leaned in.

"What'cha looking for mister...Oh, it's you. What do you want man?"

"Um...I don't know. Talk? Can you talk to me?"

"Hafta charge ya, ya know mister? I charge by the hour...or half hour. Fifty will getcha half an hour."

"Never mind. Sorry to have bothered you."

"What the fuck's you're problem man? Fuck off fucker!"

She stood up and angrily walked away from the car. I was stunned at her speech and her reaction. Then I remembered that she was a hooker, and to her time was money.

I rolled up my window and drove away. I was troubled with my actions. Why had I felt a need to pull over to talk to her? What was I trying to do? I went home and sat around wondering if I had become so desperate that I was about to resort to hookers for my sexual pleasure. Searching deep inside myself I realized that was not why.

I slept the troubled sleep of old the next few nights. I couldn't get her out of my mind. One day at work as I opened my desk drawer it hit me. She looked an awful lot like Laura had at that age. Same hair, same breasts, same body. How had I been so blind to have not realized this right away?

I didn't see her around after that for quite some time. Then, one night as I took a walk I came across a huddled mass in the park sitting on a bench. Cuts and bruises all over her face and shoulders. Crying into dirty clothing and looking like hell.

I sat next to her, not touching, but close. She looked at me with a mixture of fear and suspicion. I didn't say a word. Sitting there I began to feel like a fool. What was I doing? I didn't know. She continued crying and then sobbing a bit she began to get up. I held out my hand, offering her my hanky.

"WHAT?"

"You look hurt. Can I take you to the hospital?"

"FUCK YOU! I can take care of myself. Go away. Leave me alone."

"I was just trying to help."

"Yeah, sure, just like Alphonse. I'll help you little girl, then next thing you know here I am a whore on drugs getting beat up for fun by my johns."

"That's not what I meant. I want to help you. What can I do for you?"

"Just leave me alone. You are all alike. Men use women like me and give us nothing but pain. Go away and leave me alone!"

"Look, you're hurt and obviously without a roof over your head. I have some money...not a lot with me, but take it. At least get a motel room and something to eat." Grabbing the money out of my hand she looked at me then turned and ran into the night. I sat there for a bit thinking. I questioned my motives and then my actions. I was lost in thought when a shadow fell over me. Looking up I saw a large man standing in front of me.

"Hey man...you seen a sweet young thing around here? Blonde, short skirt, nice tits?" "No I haven't. Is she someone important to you?" "Ha ha ha...no man, not important. She's just one'o my whores ya know? Alphonse has the best white whores in town."

"So, you're her pimp then?"

"Yeah, that's what I am. Lil bitch ran out on me earlier tonight. I needs to teach her some manners. Can't be leaving the johns ya know what I mean?"

"Perhaps she doesn't want to work for you anymore...Alphonse." "Oh, you don't get it do ya? She has to work for me or she ain't working at all. That's the rule ya know? My turf, my girls, my whores. Them's the rules." He left me sitting there. I was sure that if he found her she would get hurt even more. I had to find her before Alphonse did. I got up and headed off in the direction I had seen her running to. I walked for an hour, never seeing her at all. Giving up I turned and started to head home. I decided to take a short cut and go down a street I had never been on. As I walked along in the darkness I heard something in the shadows near a dumpster. Listening I realized it was someone crying, a girl.

I went over and in the dim light I saw it was her. Crouched on her knees in the corner of the building. I reached down and took her by an arm.

"You are coming with me, to my place. You need a bath and some sleep in a nice warm bed." "Why are you doing this? Don't you know what I am? What do you want from me? What, are you some kind of kinky bastard?"

"Look, even I don't know why I am offering to help you. Lord knows you haven't been very friendly to me. I just can't leave you on the street for Alphonse to find later. Come on. In the morning you can think about what you want. Right now you need a bath and some rest. Also something on those bruises."

I pulled her along with me. She followed reluctantly, but docile enough. As we neared my block she began to pull back. "I can't. I can't go with you. You live in a nice hood. I can't be here. Your neighbors, they will not like me."

"Hey, I could care less what my neighbors think. Come on...you've made it this far. I may have some clothes that will fit you. My late wife's, but I think you two were the same size."

I got her to my house with a bit more arguing, and in the bathtub. I left here alone and went to the closet. My wife's things were still hanging there. I hadn't been able to remove them as of yet. I liked the smell of her in those clothes. I found a pair of jeans, and a blouse. Looking around in a drawer or two I found a bra and panties too.

I dropped the clothes off at the bathroom door and then went to the kitchen to make up a late dinner for two . Just as I finished, she came in and sat at the table. Clean and fresh, even with the cuts and bruises here and there, she still looked quite beautiful. Her hair was in a large ponytail hanging down her back. I noticed that she had not worn the bra.

"So, was your bath soothing for you?"

"Yeah. Why did you bring me to your home? You're not going to be a kinky bastard now are you?"

"No, I'm not a kinky bastard' as you say. I just wanted to try to help you in some way. You seem...that is to say...look, I just wanted to help you because you looked like someone I... who needed it. That's all. Besides, if I were a kinky bastard like you are thinking, do you think I'd tell you that?"

"Yeah? Well, most people don't help like you do. The other day...you stopped by in your car...what was up with that?"

"I honestly don't know. I guess I wanted to talk to you. Maybe I am curious why you are doing...why you...look, I'll show you to your room. If you need anything during the night just feel free to get what you want."

I showed her to the spare bedroom. While she was looking around, I got some more of my wife's clothes out and took them to her.

"Your wife was just my size. Where is she? Did she leave you for someone else or something?"

"No. She um...passed away a few years ago."

"You still have her things in your room? Man, that's fucked up. You should have gotten rid of that stuff as quickly as you could. Not good to have things like that hanging around to remind you."

"Well, thank you for your advice Dr... I'll be sure to take that to heart tomorrow. Good night. I'll make breakfast in the morning if you want."

Her flippant diagnosis of my problem irritated me and I spoke sharply to her.

"Hey, look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so...well...mean. Um...thanks too, for everything." "Yeah. Good night."

"Night...what's your name anyway? I mean, you have been helping me so well here, we should at least know each other's name. Mine's Shannon."

"Well Shannon, I'm Russell. Sleep well."

I went to bed that night with a mixed heart. Part of me was angry at her snippy little commentary on my having not gotten rid of my wife's things. Like I could just throw her things out just like that and not have it bother me. Her things were my only connection with her now and I still missed her so much still.

The other thing that was bothering me was why I had reached out to help a young woman who was probably a druggie and definitely a hooker. Could I sleep safely tonight at all?

I slept roughly and several times I got up and walked by the spare room checking on her. From what I could tell, she slept very well all night. Just at daybreak I slept a bit then got up started breakfast.

Shannon came into the kitchen just as I was about halfway finished making our morning meal. I had made bacon, eggs, pancakes, and cut up some fresh fruit. She looked around as I set the table and finally started talking to me.

"Good morning Russell. Or would you prefer Russ?"

"You may call me either. Laura, my late wife, used to call me Russ. It works."

"Do you miss her? Your late wife I mean. She's been gone for how long?"

" Three years now. So, are you hungry? Breakfast is served."

I cut the conversation since it was uncomfortable for me. She was way too much interested in my past and I was not interested in explaining anything to her about my keeping Laura's things like I had.

As she ate she looked around at the kitchen. I could see an interest in her eyes. I could tell that she liked the way everything looked.

"You keep a pretty clean house for a guy."

"Thanks. Not a much of anything else for me to do when I'm not working."

"So... are you seeing anyone? You know, dating?"

"I dated a bit...gave it up."

"You must have loved her a lot." "Yeah, you want some more pancakes or bacon?"

"No. Why do you change the subject every time I mention your wife?"

"I don't."

"Yes you do. Too painful yet? You must have been a close couple. Not like my mom and dad. I'll bet it would have been great to be your daughter."

"We didn't have any children. Laura had a physical problem that made it so she couldn't get pregnant."

"Oh. That's too bad. I can't have kids either. A john beat me pretty bad one night put me in the hospital. I was bleeding pretty badly down there; found out that he had messed me up enough that I will never have kids."

"Why? Why do you do what you do when it causes you so much pain?"

"Hey, gotta live ya know? Alphonse used to take pretty good care of me but he has some new girls now so I am down on his list. I don't bring in as much as I used to. Getting too old or maybe to used up."

I was stunned at how matter of fact she was talking about her life of prostitution. She acted like it was no big deal, that people in her line of work got used up fast. She couldn't have been much past seventeen if that old.

"Do you want out? Would you like to go back to school and get a degree or learn a skill other than...um...? "Hooking? Fucking for money? I have a good skill. I can fuck and suck with the best of them. It's what I do."

"You don't want to find something else a little...shall I say...safer?"

"Once I wanted to be an engineer. My dad laughed at me. Said women were only good for one thing only and that was having babies."

"I'm sorry to hear that. I think you would have made a great engineer."

"How would you know that? You've only seen me as what I am...a hooker. How could you think that I would have made a great engineer anyway?"

"I don't know. My wife, Laura...she was an engineer, mechanical engineer. A damn good one too. You remind me of her."

"Yeah...I saw her picture in the living room. Is that why you want to help me? I look like your wife? You want me to pretend to be her? Take you to bed and hug you close...kissing...touching you...just like she did?"

"NO. You can't...she was...I'm not looking for a replacement for my wife. You may look like her in some strange way, but I do not want to be intimate with you like that."

This young girl was upsetting me greatly. I did not fully understand why I had reached out to help her at first, and even now I was wondering why. Shannon had a way of directly asking questions that seemed to drive to the heart of me. "Oh...afraid you'll catch some disease? I am STD free...well as far as I know anyway. Look, I need to repay you for the clothes and taking care of me."

She stood up and began to strip her clothes off. I turned away and left the kitchen wanting to be away as far as I could get from her. Deep inside I wanted to...have her. She reminded me so much of Laura that I couldn't help myself. I knew that she wasn't Laura though, and that she was far too young too.

I went into my bedroom and waited for a bit. I heard her go into the living room and turn on the TV. Thinking that she had given up trying to pay me back' I walked out only to see that she was stark naked laying on the couch spread legged. Her hands were in her crotch, playing with herself. Her pussy was shaved, and I could see that she was very wet there as well. She looked up into my eyes and then lifted her hands up and out towards me. Her breasts were heaving, nipples hard as she sat there showing me everything she had to offer. "Come over here and help a girl out will ya?"

"No...you have the wrong idea. I just wanted to help you. You were hurt. You just needed someone to help you out. I don't want to...to...have you that way."

"Oh really? Then why are your pants tented out so far? Pickle in your pocket? I can see that you need a woman. Come on...I won't bite. Hell...I won't even charge you."

She jumped up and began to stalk towards me. I backed up. I felt the bedroom door at my back and I knew that was the last place I should be headed to. I turned and walked quickly into the kitchen, going right to the sink. I busied myself with the dishes, putting them in the dishwasher.

I was shaking. I had wanted her. I had wanted to take her in my arms, hold her close to me. Lay her down on the bed and...I shook my head. My mind was mixed up now. Why had I decided to offer to help her anyway?

She stood in the door to the kitchen, naked. Her face smiling at my discomfort. She was holding her breasts up and out, licking her lips. She had no shame at all.

"Look. You misunderstand why I helped you. I just wanted to..."

"You wanted to be close to someone that reminded you of your wife...Laura. You wanted to have your wife with you again. I can be her for you if you want. I won't mind. I'd even like it. I think you would take care of me and not hurt me. So why don't you come on over here and have me? I'm willing."

"No. I can't. That's not why I helped you. Yes you reminded me of my late wife. I just can't...you are not...please...don't."

She gave up then. She sighed and turned to walk into the guest bedroom. Later she showed up dressed in Laura's jeans and an old white shirt. She looked quite beautiful and even a bit happy under that facade of toughness.

"Thanks for the clothes. They fit me pretty good. Your wife must have been exactly my size. So...you miss her quite a bit yet huh?"

"Yes. I miss her quite a bit."

"Why don't you move on? Find someone else? There's a lot of fish in that sea you know."

"Tried...just didn't feel right. How about you? Why are you living' as you put it, like you are? Why not go home to your parents and..."

"Look, my mom is a drunk. My dad used to beat me and when mom was too out of it to provide him with some...'fun' he would come and use me. From the time I was eleven. I ran away and never looked back."

"Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't know..."

"Yeah...well don't worry about it. I can take care of myself pretty good. I've done alright this long anyway."

"So...how old are you? Really I mean."

"Nineteen, almost twenty, Two months."

"You look a bit younger."

"Yeah, that's why I was so popular with Alphonse's customers. I look younger than I actually am. Most of his "clients" like very young girls. With my pussy shaved clean and my hair in pigtails I look about twelve or so."

"That's sick."

"That's life pal. Most men are dogs. They want sweet young virgins to have their rocks off in and to use in anyway they feel. Then they want to dump them in the gutter afterwards."

"Some men maybe, certainly not all men. Nor most men either."

"Yeah, well I see men acting and doing things you probably don't even want to know about. My experience has shown me that any man will do or try to do a young girl. It's only natural. We are softer, better shape to our bodies yet, haven't had a lot of kids or gotten stretch marks...more desirable. Youth and beauty you know?"

"That may be for some men. How about when you get older? What happens then?"

"Mister, girls in my line of work don't get too much older."

"So, why not change your line of work?"

"How?"

"Go to school, get a degree in something that interests you."

"Takes money, lots of money. I can't do that and live too. Gotta earn a living somehow. Gotta eat you know?" My heart was pounding. My thoughts were running faster than I should have let them. What I was about to do...my wife would have kicked my ass for even thinking of offering. Yet...deep inside I felt...maybe not. I plunged ahead with my thoughts in any case.

"Look, I have some money. You could stay here and go to school. I'll put you through college...any college you want. You can get a degree, become what you want to be. I'll pay your way full."

"Are you nuts? You want to pay my way through school? You don't even know me. Why would you want to help me like that...knowing what I am?"

"What you are is a young lady that has had a tough time so far. I am offering a way out for you. I have it. Let me help you. No obligations, no hooks, no strings, no rules. I put you through school, you get a degree in something that you want to do."

She looked at me like I was crazy. I probably was. I know my co-workers would have been shocked and even questioning my sanity for this. All I knew was I felt I had to help this girl out.

"I can't. I can't take your money like that."

"Yes you can. It's not my money anyway. It's my wife's insurance money, from when she died. It's just been sitting there, unused. I don't need it and quite frankly, don't want it either. If it can help someone out...such as you, then it will have gone to good use. Let me help you."

"Alphonse. He'd kill me. He will be hunting me down as it is anyway. He'd never let me go to school."

"Look, you don't have to go to school here. You can go anywhere you want to go. I'll set you up in an apartment or on campus. On me, I will pay for everything. You just have to learn and get good grades. Get that degree and be free of Alphonse forever."

"I don't know. It isn't right. It's your wife's money that was intended for you, not me."

"It's my money. It is right. What could possibly be wrong with using that money to do some good for someone? I'll tell you what, nothing. If you don't use it, that money will just sit there, never being used."

"You're one crazy motherfucker you know that? I was just bullshitting you anyway, I don't want to go to college, I just want to...I like..."

"So, you just tell me what you think I want to hear then? Is that it? I'm just a John you are trying to please? Look, I think that you can be a whole lot better for yourself. I'm offering you a way out. Take it. People don't get breaks like this very often in life."

"Yeah? And end up being in a classroom and seeing an old John in the same class, or maybe even the professor having been a John of mine? Then what? I can't go to school. It's too late for me."

"Shannon, it's never too late. What would you love to do if your past or problems at the present didn't matter? You must have some kind of dream you look forward to."

"Why do you care so much? I'm just trash, poor white trash. A whore, for the right price you can have me anyway you want. A prostitute, nothing."

"You are a person. A human being, a beautiful and intelligent human being."

"I'm a whore, paid for sex. That and I have a little...problem with...drugs. I kind of like my crack you know. Right now I would fuck a football team for enough to get a baggie from Alphonse. Its starting to bug me a bit. I need a fix, know what I mean?"

"You need to quit the drugs."

"Oh yeah...tell me something I don't know. Look, I'm hooked on this shit. I have no real choice in the matter anymore. I gotta have that fix and soon."

"How about I take you to the hospital and get you some help?"

"Yeah...right."

"No, really. I really do just want to help you. Shannon, you deserve a better life. A nice home, a good person to share with. Let me help you to find that life. I want to help you. Please?"

"Well, it's your money and life. I can tell you that it won't be a whole lotta fun. I've seen people come down from crack before. It isn't pretty. I do want off this shit though."

"Then you'll do it? Let me take you to the hospital?"

"Yeah...ok. Lets go before I change my mind though."

I took Shannon to the hospital. There, an ER doctor looked her over and first treated her cuts and bruises. As he did he kept giving me dirty looks. At that point I didn't think much about it, until the cops showed up that is.

"Excuse me sir. Did you bring in that young lady over there?"

He was polite, but firm. His dark blue uniform and hat seemed to make him larger than life. His height was somewhat more than my own six feet, so I was a bit intimidated. I was confused for a minute, until I realized that he had been called by the doctor most likely.

"Um...is there a problem officer?"

"She has been roughed up a bit hasn't she?"

"Yeah, her pimp."

"So...you're her pimp then?"

"NO. I'm just helping her out."

"Let me get this straight. You're helping out a hooker? Haven't you helped' her out enough already?"

Suddenly I knew that they all thought I had beaten her. I could see trouble in the near future. I hoped that if Shannon told the truth, they would believe her. I had doubts about that now too.

"Look, I found her on the street and..."

"That's usually where one finds hookers pal."

"I was out walking, she was laying in by a dumpster crying. I took her home and cleaned her up, gave her a place to sleep, then brought her here for treatment of her..." "So, she wasn't quite as tough as you figured then huh?"

"What? No. I mean it's not like that at all. Look, I was trying to help her. Her john beat her up, she is strung out on crack. I'm just trying to help her out. A person can still care can't they? Or is that illegal now too?" I was beginning to get angry. Who did this clown think I was anyway? I had done nothing wrong and he was more or less accusing me of beating a hooker up in some kind of sick way for pleasure. The thought of hitting Shannon repulsed me. She was just a girl, a young, beautiful creature that needed help. The cop was looking at my ID as he listened to me, then he called in. A bit later his partner came up and whispered in his ear. "Hey, look. I'm sorry. We were lead to believe that you brought in this girl because you beat her. The doctor called us. Well...his nurse did. It's what they do nowadays you know? You check out. Um...by the way, sorry about your wife. I was there that night."

"Yeah. Thanks. Are you done then?"

I was fuming and then his mention of my wife caused a roll of pain to shoot through me. Dammit I still hurt. And he had been there that night.

"Wait...one thing officer...Watson?"

"Yeah?"

"That night...when you..."

"Look...we were first on the scene. She was already gone. She probably never knew what hit her."

"Thank you for that. I have wondered...morbid I know, but it has bothered me."

"You'd be surprised, or maybe not. Quite a few people wonder about things like that."

They left and the doctor came up. His first words to me were the start of an apology to me.

"Um...I'm sorry, I have to report any suspicious things like her marks. So much abuse these days."

"I understand. You could have asked her first maybe." "Well, in situations like this we usually let the cops ask. Works out better in the long run. She has a drug addiction too you know. Are you her father then?"

"No. I'll take care of the bills though. Here's my credit card..."

"Oh, you'll have to take that to the billings office. They will be more than glad to take your money. I need someone to sign for her treatment though."

"Isn't she of age? She told me she was almost twenty."

"Hmm. I'll have to check out her story then. Can I ask you one thing though?"

"Why am I helping her when I know what she has done, what she has been?"

"Uh...yeah. You have to admit it is kind of strange."

I could see he thought I was some kind of pervert yet. I just shrugged and looked into the room where Shannon sat.

"She reminds me of someone I cared very much for once. I'm trying to pay back a debt to that person."

"Oh I see."

I could see that he in fact didn't see, but I didn't care.

Shannon ended up staying in the hospital for the night. In the morning when I got there I half expected to see that she had left to go back to Alphonse. I was mildly surprised to find her waiting for me in her room.

"Good morning."

"Hey. Bet you thought I ran out on you last night didn't you? Didn't expect to find me here yet did you?"

"Honest? Yes. I had a thought that you just might have gone back to Alphonse."

"Nope. You're stuck with me now. You're gonna regret it too. I have to talk to a shrink this afternoon. For the drug rehab." "Ok. Here?"

"Yeah."

"Where would you like to go in the mean time?"

"Oh, they want me to stick around. Guess the doctor thinks I'll run out or something."

"Okay then. What would you like to do in the mean while? Magazines? TV? Anything I can get you?"

"I still don't know why you are being so damned nice to me. Why are you so set on helping me out like this anyway?" "Because I want to, thats all."

"You're about the weirdest man I have ever been around. You're...nice. That's it...you are too nice. Most men would either buy me or just ignore me. You...you're trying to help me. That's a first for this girl."

"Like I told you before, not all men are mean. Matter of fact, most would probably lend you a hand if you needed it."

"Yeah, right, and get a piece of me in return afterwards too. I'd even bet money that they'd get their piece of me beforehand."

"Well, I'm not. I genuinely want to help you out. You have a hard time ahead what with your addiction and all. I will be here to help you each step of the way."

"What are you getting out of it?"

"Lets just say...satisfaction. I'm going to get satisfaction of knowing that I was able to help a beautiful young lady become something better."

"Lots of other deserving ladies out there Russ."

"Well, I found you first."

Shannon spent the next four months at the hospital. I went to see her each day and hold her when she had shakes, bring her magazines and soda's. I was becoming quite close to her by the time she had finished her treatment and was ready to be cut loose.

During this time I began to have feelings of love for this young lady. I would go to see her, visit as long as I could, and then go home and think about her all night. Once in a while I would be visiting her and something she would do or say would cause my cock to get hard. I successfully hid that from her each time.

The day I brought her to my home from the hospital she looked like a normal and beautiful young teenager that was coming home with her father. You could not have been able to tell that just a few short months ago she had been a streetwalking hooker with a drug addiction.

The first night home, I set her up in the spare bedroom and even got her some personal things at the store on the way. She was quiet and laid down for a bit as I made dinner. When I went to get her to eat I listened before knocking at her door.

I could hear what sounded like crying. Knocking softly I waited.

"Y-yes?"

"Uh...dinners ready if you are hungry. It isn't much special, but I think that it's going to taste good. Ummm...are you alright?"

"Yes...yes. I'll be right out Russ. I just need to go to the bathroom first."

When she came into the kitchen I could see from her red-rimmed eyes that she had been crying. We didn't speak much as we ate and then Shannon helped me clean up the dishes afterwards. I kept debating whether or not I should mention her red eyes but she took that away from me right as we finished the cleaning. "I really want you to know that you have helped me far more than any man has ever helped me before Russ. You are the first person to do things for me and not ask for anything in return. I...I don't know how to repay you, but I will somehow someway. Thank you."

As she spoke to me tears fell down her cheeks. Not being able to help myself I put my arms around her and hugged her close to me. I could feel her tense up as I did, and realizing why, I released her quickly.

"Sorry. I was just...I thought that you...I am proud of you Shannon. You have come a long ways from when we first met."

Shannon looked into my eyes without speaking. Then she suddenly reached out and put her arms around me, hugging me. I was careful to not do the same as I did not want her to tense up again. I felt bad about that.

"I'm sorry Russ. I should have known that you of all people wouldn't have wanted something from me a minute ago when you hugged me. Bad memories I guess." Reassured, I carefully put my arms around her and hugged her lightly. Shannon buried her head into my chest and held me close. I could smell the fruity essence of shampoo fragrance in her hair as I held her. My heart began to beat faster, and embarrassed, I released her, afraid that she would know. She looked up at me and smiled. A mischievous and knowing smile. Her arms were still around me and her lower body was tight against me yet too.

"Hmmm...why did you stop hugging me Russ?"

"I...uh...well...you..."

"Got a bit turned on didn't you?"

"No...well...yes. But I didn't want you to think that I..."

"Russ, you are the first man to ever treat me decently. You have given me so much and I have given you nothing in return. It's alright if you want to..."

"NO. Look Shannon, you are a bright and beautiful young lady. I'm older by far and truthfully, I just want to help you. That's all."

"Hmmm, well, you should remind your cock then Russ. It's got a mind of it's own it seems. I didn't know that you were so well endowed either."

I pushed her away. She had begun to grind her crotch into mine, and my erection, which had sprung up while hugging her, had given me away. I was shaken. My mind was racing, looking for answers to questions that I hadn't even thought to ask of it yet.

"You have an effect on me Shannon. It isn't good. I'm too old for you and..."

"Russ, Russ, Russ. I've had far older than you. Ive had older, younger, meaner, nastier, and even more dangerous men than you. But never once a man as nice and thoughtful as you. I think that you and I having it off in bed together would be fun...even great. After all, I do owe you still." "You don't owe me anything. Look, I want to help you with no strings attached. Can't you just leave it at that? We can't have...we can't do..."

"Oh really? I have what you need Russ. A nice warm pussy, shaved, wet, ready for you. Your cock is nice sized, and very hard. I'm an adult, so are you. You are free and so am I. Look, I want...no...I need you Russ. I need you to fuck me hard...all night long. I want you to make love to me too. I want you to be the first man to actually make love to me. Please? Make love to me?"

"Oh God...Shannon...I...I...just can't."

"Give me a chance. Give yourself a break Russ. You need a woman. You need a woman's touch. I want to be that woman. I want to be your woman. Let me be your lover. You know that you want to deep down inside. I have seen you look at me. I have seen your hard-ons at different times, I know you want me."

"It's not what I wanted. I just wanted to help you Shannon. I didn't have any ulterior motive. I'm not trying to trap you into fu...having sex with me."

"God Russ...I know that. You have been so nice and good. Getting me help, offering to send me to college, everything you have done for me. In that time in the hospital I...I came to love you Russ. I love you. Is it because of my past? Is that it? I'm STD free you know. They checked me several times." "No, it's not the STD's. You love me? Like a father perhaps. I'm so old compared to you. I love you too Shannon. But...I... you..."

"You really need to let loose and tell me what's on your mind Russ. You love me, I love you. Lovers should fuck. Pretty simple, we need to try each other out a bit in the old sack. I'm dying for a good fuck and I know that you have been for a longer time."

After saying that, Shannon began to strip off her clothes. I was shocked, then mesmerized as I watched her body come into view. I didn't stop her, I didnt even try to stop her. I just watched as she took off all of her clothes and then stood before me naked.

Her breasts were jutting out, firm and ripe for plucking. I could see her clean-shaven pussy, wet with her desire. Her body was open and her obvious comfort with showing herself to me made it very hard for me to breathe.

I stood there like a statue and she began to undress me after a bit. Again, I did nothing to stop her, letting my clothes be removed from my body as she undid them. My cock was throbbing as she pulled my underwear and pants down my legs and her face was just inches away from it.

I could feel her hot breath as her hands caressed my legs starting from my ankles. Suddenly, her tongue shot out and licked the head of my cock in a long swiping motion. I moaned, holding still, loving the feeling of that tongue, yet afraid of who was giving that feeling to me.

"Mmmm...Little Russ, meet my tongue and lips. They have wanted to get to know you for quite some time now." Her voice cut through the thickened air in a warm and sensual way, causing my cock to throb and bounce in front of her. The next thing I felt was her lips encircling my shaft, and tightly holding it as she pressed her head down, down, down. She didn't stop until her lips were grinding against my pubic hairs at the base of my cock.

She slowly moved back up and I opened my eyes to see her eyes on me. Looking into each others eyes, I could see a smile of sorts as her lips pulled off my cock, then before I could do anything, she pressed those lovely lips around my shaft and took me fully into her throat again, watching me as she did.

Her eyes never left mine as she began to shove my shaft back and forth, sucking my cock with an experience and knowledge that no woman had ever shown to me before. Shannon wasn't doing this out of duty or because she had to. She was doing this because she wanted to. She was making love to me with her mouth and throat. I could see that in her eyes and in the way she worked me over.

I wiped a tear away from my right eye. Embarrassed, I broke eye contact and looked around the room, then closed my eyes, enjoying the feelings and touch of a lover's tongue and lips. I knew at that moment that I had loved her for quite some time. I finally admitted it to myself. I loved her. My emotions were running all over the place. I kicked myself mentally. I was a man, not supposed to cry over stuff like this. I just couldn't help myself. All this time since Laura had died, and now I finally find someone to love. I was torn because of the wonderful blow-job I was getting, the feelings of love and need deep inside me coming out full force, and of course the age of my lover.

I put my thoughts behind me, wanting to enjoy this sexual encounter to its fullest. For the first time in years I felt alive and I wanted to keep this feeling forever. I placed my hands gently on Shannon's head, feeling her hair as she began to bob up and down on my hardened shaft.

She brought me right up to the edge of my orgasm, and then backed off, holding me close but not letting me go over. She was a master at this and I had no choice but to let her do her work. After a bit, she pulled off my cock and moved to hold me close. I picked her up, since we were still standing in the kitchen, and carried her into my bedroom.

Her bottom cheeks ground against my hardness as I carried her, her arms around my shoulders. She was kissing me all over my neck and cheeks, almost causing me walk into some furniture on the way.

Laying her on the bed I moved up between her legs on my knees. I began to kiss her thighs, licking and sucking gently as I worked my way up, moving to her now dripping wet slit. I could smell her need, and my need was pushing me too.

When my tongue first ran along her pussy lips, she moaned loudly, and grabbed my head in her hands. I let her guide me, but I kept control of my tongue, holding it close in until she let up a bit on my head. I began to give her long slow licks around and up through her pussy, tasting her need, loving that taste.

She was shaking, moaning, and soon, crying. I kept up a steady rhythm, licking and sucking her pussy as lovingly as I could. I worked her up and over into her first orgasm. Her hands held me tightly to her spasming pussy as she came hard, then relaxed a bit shortly afterwards.

I moved my tongue to the sides and around her lips, being careful to not touch her now very sensitive clit. I licked and sucked a bit more, until she began to squirm around, getting worked up again.

As she got close to cumming again, I backed off and moved up between her legs, letting my cock rub her wet pussy lips and clit for a bit. Our lips met and our tongues tangled in a heated and passionate duel to explore each other's mouth.

She moved her hips down a bit and suddenly her hand wrapped around my shaft and guided it to the mouth of her hot and wet opening. Holding me firmly, she rubbed the head of my cock around her hole until neither of us could stand it anymore. "God I want your cock in me. It's so big and hard. I've waited so long for this moment too."

Releasing me, she rolled her hips up and took me fully into her very tight and wet pussy as I froze with the intensity of the moment. It felt so wonderful, so hot...so wet...so...my mind was in overdrive with the feelings and emotions of the moment that I just couldn't think at all. It had been so long since I had done anything close to this.

Shannon bit my lip pretty hard, bringing me back to reality. I began to thrust in and out of her clasping tightness, loving each little bit of movement along the way. Soon I was driving hard in and out, grinding on my thrusts forward. Shannon was moaning and screaming as we fucked. I actually worked up a sweat, as we joined like two animals in the wild.

"Umm...baby, fuck me. Give me your hard cock. Yessss...Ohhhhh...fuck me Russ. Harder!"

My orgasm washed over me just as I felt Shannon's hit her. I became lost in the spaces of mind- bending pleasures and shot my copious load deeply inside her. I could feel Shannon's pussy muscles working my shaft over, milking me dry.

I rolled off of her body and pulled her in close to me, hugging her tightly. Together we laid there not speaking, just enjoying each other's presence. After a bit, Shannon moved to roll up on top of me and began to kiss me all over. I held my arms around her as she showered me with kisses. Our tongues met and fought a bit, and then we were kissing as lovers. Her hands on my cheeks as she drove her tongue in and around my mouth, seeking out to touch me in places she hadn't yet.

She began to move down, licking my nipples, and then my belly button a bit, before taking my soft cock, wet with our juices, into her mouth. Soon, she skillfully had me hard as steel again. This time she kept sucking on me for quite some time, and as I got close to cumming, she looked into my eyes. She pulled off me long enough to say:

"Fill my mouth. I want to taste your cum Russ. Fill my mouth with your cum."

This would be a first ever for me. Laura had never taken a load of my cum into her mouth. Shannon looked into my eyes and kept sucking and licking, begging in between for me to cum in her mouth.

Soon I was close and sensing that, Shannon took me fully into her mouth and down her throat, watching me. I felt the stirrings and then began to orgasm. Shannon never let up, keeping me buried in her throat as I shot off my second load. Afterward, as I came back down, she licked and sucked me all clean.

Moving back up into my arms, she snuggled in close and held me.

"I love you Russ. This is the first time I have ever had sex with someone I loved like I love you. I wanted to give myself to you. Thank you for accepting me Russ."

"Oh Shannon, I love you too. I am so happy that...well, we found each other. I needed to love you I think. And I do...I really love you."

"Yeah? You needed to love me huh? Hmmm. More like you needed to get your rocks off. You shot a huge load in me both times too."

Embarrassed at her twist of my words, I looked into her eyes. "Shannon, I do love you. I'm not sure when nor even why, but I do love you."

"Yeah, I know. Look, I'm in love with you, you're in love with me, but we need to go slow with any relationship thingy okay? Someday my past will come up and you will have problems with it."

"Don't you think I have beat myself up over this very thinking already? I just want to accept you into my life Shannon. I need you, and you need me, well you needed me. Now, you can do whatever you choose. Your life ahead is open to what you may want to do for yourself. If our relationship is in that picture, then I'll be a very happy man. Regardless of your past, I know I love you.

Several weeks passed and we made love constantly. I'd come home from work and Shannon would have dinner ready, the house cleaned, and anxiously wait for me to eat so she could begin to strip me naked. I found that she was sexually a very aggressive and horny young lady. I had my hands full trying to keep up with her.

"You know...you'll put me into an early grave what with all this sex we've been having. I never even had this much sex with my late wife. You're wearing me out Shannon."

Looking into my eyes seriously, she thought for a moment. "Russ, if you want me to back off I will. I'm just so happy at the moment. I've never been happier. I have you, I'm in love, and I'm living better than I ever have before in my life. You make me so happy and I know you love me so much, I can't help but wanting to fuck your eyeballs out every day."

"Well, I love that too. I'm just saying that someday I will slow down. Whether by my own choice or by nature taking over for me. But I do love you in either event. That I want you to know for sure. I've been thinking too...about you...me...everything."

"Uh-oh. You've been thinking huh? About us? What about us?"

"Well, where do you want to go to school? What do you want to be? Where do you see us in the future? A month, a year, ten years? I'm curious what you are thinking about us."

"Oh. Well, I've thought that we would talk about it sooner or later. I'd like to go to school yes. I'm not sure where or when. I'd like to try to get a degree in mechanical engineering if I can. I'd also...that is to say...you and I could...well...what are your thoughts Russ?"

"About us?"

"Yes."

"I know you want to take it slow. I'm so much older than you and..."

"Age doesn't matter to me Russ, you know that."

"Ok...I know. But...well, I'd like to ummm...you know...I'd like for us to have...some...permanence in our...relationship."

"Permanence? Like married?"

"Uh...yeah. I'd be very happy if you would marry me Shannon. I'd really like that a lot."

"My past."

"I don't care. I love you. I want you. I don't care what others may think of it all. I mean...how many times have you been called my daughter now... four or five that I know of?" "Yeah, five times. It doesn't bother me, but I am afraid of what you think when that happens? I would love nothing better than to be your wife. To be your best friend, lover and all that goes with it doesn't require us to be married though. I don't want you to feel obligated to ask me to marry you because we have been having sex Russ. Or because you feel you owe it to me. After all, my past hasn't reared its ugly head yet."

"Shannon, right now you are my best friend my lover and my companion. I think we should get married. I want you to wear a wedding band that I give you, put on your finger. Just as I want to wear one from you that you put there for me too. I know we haven't been together very long and all. I know that I'm quite a bit older than you too. The one thing I know above all else...is...I love you. I truly do love you."

"Can we wait a few months before we decide Russ? I mean, trouble may still come up and you may change your mind. Or I may change my mind. If we get married, I want it to be forever. That's what I always wanted as little girl growing up. Be married and in love with my husband. But I want to be very sure before I go there. Mostly for you than me. After all, my past as a hooker and drug addict are not the best qualifications for a spouse are they?"

We decided to put any talk of marriage on hold for six months. Marked on the calendar in bold red marker that date we would talk about marriage again. I fixed my sights on that date and lived each moment for the day we would be married.

One day, three months after our talk, I got a phone call at work. It was Shannon and she sounded upset. I picked up her message off the answering machine and left for home immediately, worried about her. Arriving home there was nobody there. I noted the open back door and a broken glass on the kitchen floor. Looking around for a bit I could find no sign of her. I got in my car and drove around, looking for any sign of my love. Nothing, it was as if she had been swallowed whole by some unseen force.

Then, after some thinking I drove past where I had first seen her. Looking around as I sat in my car, parked on that street I scanned the buildings. One window was open above the stoop where I had first seen her giving Alphonse the money for the drugs she was buying. For just brief instant she was silhouetted there, then the curtains were drawn. I grabbed the tire iron out of the trunk of my car and ran up the stairs to that floor. I walked down the hallway, listening at each door until I finally heard a loud argument behind one. I could hear Shannon yelling something and that was all it took.

I put my shoulder against the door and it fell open. It hadn't been locked. There was Shannon and Alphonse arguing in the living room. As I approached Alphonse Shannon was staring at me with relief and fear.

"Yo...what the fuck you doing in my crib sucker?"

"Lets go Shannon, Time to leave." "You...the slut isnt going anywhere's with you. You just get the fuck outta here before you gets hurt honkey."

He had moved to face me and I swung the tire iron that I had held behind my back during my entrance. Hitting him alongside the head he went down hard and while not out cold, he was quite disoriented.

I took Shannon by the hand and we ran down to the car and raced out of there. She was against me all the way home and crying. Clinging to me as we walked inside the house she started to calm down.

"He just walked in. Drug me out the back door to his car. He...h...h...he was parked in the alley. He forced me inside and then took me to his place. He was mad, very mad. I think he would have killed me Russ. I really do. I've ever seen him so angry. He was yelling that no wh...wh...whore of his ever ran out on him...ever."

"It's all right Shannon. Youre safe with me now. I'm going to call the cops. He kidnapped you and that is against the law. He's in for some serious trouble now."

"They won't do anything. It will all come out Russ. The cops will find out I used to be one of his girls and that will be the end of it."

"Not if I have any say it won't. He is about to find out that you are not one of his girls anymore and that I will protect you as best I can too. I know just who to call too. Officer...Watson. He kinda knows me. I think he will press hard on this. He's an upright kind of man."

"But...what about afterwards. They won't keep him very long. He has good lawyers working for him. They'll get him off."

"Let me take care of it all Shannon. It will be all right. Trust me."

I called the cops and Officer Watson was who they sent over at my request. We talked about what had happened since that day in the hospital and he looked around the house. He seemed to believe what I told him and I held nothing back from him. "Well Russ...I'll make sure that Alphonse goes down for this. Kidnapping is something that he has done in the past but there were no witnesses to the event and he got off. Never found the body or the person that he kidnapped either. His record will take him down."

Arrested that afternoon Alphonse made the evening news. His bail was refused and he was remanded over for trial. A few weeks after that Shannon and I were sitting at breakfast when the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Russ? Officer Watson here." "Oh, hi. What's up?"

"Thought you would want to know. Alphonse died last night in jail."

"What? What happened?"

"He picked a fight with the wrong guy. Something about a bad deal a long time back came up in it too. He won't be standing trial now. But he got that jailhouse justice it seems."

I told Shannon and she wept. Not for Alphonse, but in relief. That evening I took her in my arms and hugged her. Then, not letting her go, I asked her the question that had been on my mind for so long now.

"Shannon...will you please marry me?"

She said nothing keeping her head buried in my shoulder. "Shannon? Please? Marry me? I can't go on like this. I love you so much. I know you have feelings for me too. Please...lets just get married.

I felt her shoulders shaking then. Her hot tears on my neck and her breathing jumpy she pushed back from me.

"Yes. Yes. Yes I'll marry you Russ. I've wanted nothing more than that ever since that day you saved me in that place of Al...Alphonse's. I wasn't sure you still felt that way about me...it hadn't come up. But yes...I will marry you."

As she said that last bit she attacked me. Shannon had my shirt and pants off in seconds and was working on my shoes as I struggled to keep standing. Then she pushed me backwards until I fell onto the couch.

Sprawled out there she reached down and grabbing my pants, jerked them off my legs and threw herself onto my body. Rubbing and touching me all over she proceeded to kiss me, then kissing me down...down...down until my hard cock was receiving all her attention.

Looking into my eyes, hers still full of tears, she began to suck on my cock. Never losing eye contact with me, she worked me over until I began to cum. I shot off in her mouth and she swallowed all I gave her.

Still staying there, she sucked and kissed and licked me until I was hard once again. Then she moved up and straddling my lap, took my hard shaft into her tight pussy. Rocking around and up and down, she fucked me for a long time. Her arms around me, our lips together, tongues exploring. My orgasm was a long and very strong one. For whatever reason, it seemed so much better now that she had said yes in marrying me. Mind over matter? I didn't care...I was in love and loving every second of my soon to be wife's loving. It was a warm spring day as we stood on the green grass at the cemetery. Shannon placed the vase of flowers on Laura's headstone as I stood by.

"I think you'd love her Laura. She just graduated with her B.S. in Mechanical Engineering. I know I love her, as much as I loved you."

"What'd you say Russ? I couldn't hear you."

"Oh...I was just mumbling to myself."

"Oh really? I've never heard you mumble to yourself before."

"Okay...I was just telling Laura about you. How much I loved you and how you just graduated and everything." "Oh. That's a good thing...right Russ?"

"Oh yes...a very good thing. You know...I think that Laura would have loved you too."

"Maybe, But if she hadn't died and things gone the way they did, we would have probably never met. Besides, I was a hooker then, and most wives are...lets just say they don't care for hookers. Like me...I know you have never brought a hooker home or matter of fact, have anything to do with a hooker as long as I'm around buster."

"Yes dear."

"Don't you yes dear me bucko."

She was smiling as we walked away. In my heart, I know that marrying Shannon was the right thing to do and I also know that Laura was ok with that too.

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