EX-CONNED

Part One

J. S. Deacon

Copyright 2019 J. S. Deacon

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— ONE —

Katie Matthews stared at the return address…Mendota Federal Correctional Facility. More important was the name above the address…Roger P. Clemens. All the years he’d lived with her and her mother during her childhood and she never learned what the P. stood for. He always said it was for Pops, but that never really stuck with her even though she never knew her real father.

She’d found the letter between two pieces of junk when she checked the mail on her way to work. It had been a busy day delivering for the small pizza joint, Lucky’s Pizzeria, where she’d worked the last year or so and she hadn’t had a chance to think about it much until the end of her shift. Now, however, the weight of history was heavy in her hands.

“What you got there?” her boss, Justin, asked. He was a young man about her age who, like her, chose work instead of college like most people right out of high school. He was always so sweet and kind to her…and cute. When it came to boys, though, Katie, despite her nubile young figure, thick long brown hair, and flawless skin was clueless.

“Oh, um…” she said, tucking the letter away.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry. You were just staring at it for a long time.”

“No, it’s okay. It’s just a letter from a long lost family friend.”

“A good letter or a bad letter?”

“I don’t know. He sent it from the prison he’s been in for gosh, like ten years.”

“Does he write to you often?”

A pang of guilt struck her. “No. I haven’t talked to him since he went to jail.”

“Not even visited?”

“No.”

Justin flipped the towel he was holding over his shoulder like he always did. Something about the way he did it was just so cool. “Did he do something bad?”

“No, I mean, yes, but no. He went to prison for check fraud, but he didn’t do it…or at least didn’t do all of it. It was my mother’s idea. When he got caught, he refused to rat on her so they came down hard on him. Within a year of him going to jail, my mom had a new boyfriend.”

“Jesus.”

“Yep. That’s the world I grew up in. Classy, huh?”

“You seem to have turned out all right,” Justin said.

“Maybe you just don’t know me.”

“Well, are you going to open it?”

Katie sighed and tore open the letter. In scribbled, barely-legible handwriting, she was able to make out the gist of what it said.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Justin said, still standing there watching her.

“He’s getting out in a few days and wants to come live with me in the house.”

“The one your mom left you?”

“Technically she still owns it but she’s never coming back, so…yeah.”

“What are you going to do?”

Katie folded the letter and stuffed it back in the envelope. “How can I take care of an ex-con? I can barely afford to live on my own.”

“So, you’re going to tell him no?”

“I can’t really do that either. He took the fall for my mom. He knew…and he was right…that she wouldn’t have lasted a month in jail. And after all, he was living in and helping pay for the house when he went to jail so it would just be like coming home.”

“I get it. Damned if you do, damned if you don’t. Please ask if there’s anything I can help with.”

“Thanks, Justin. I will.”

* * * *

The late spring breeze carried the warmth of summer as it brushed across Katie’s skin. She stood leaning against her old Ford Taurus in the bright afternoon sun waiting for a man she hadn’t seen since she was a child to come walking through the towering gates. The prison was an hour’s drive from her house and she’d had to request the afternoon off, which Justin thankfully gave her. There she was, though, nervously awaiting her new and unexpected roommate. She had no idea what to expect—how would more than ten years in prison change a person? How had he even survived?

Katie’s flowing sundress flared up as she was hit by a strong gust of wind. She quickly batted it down, sensing the two guards outside the gate eyeing her. The dress seemed too short and her legs felt naked and exposed. She never wore dresses—her khaki knee-length shorts for work were her usual go-to—and it was the only one she owned. She wasn’t sure what to wear on such an occasion but was compelled to dress up. After all, this was like a new first impression. They’d spoken on the phone only briefly about picking him up. His voice was deeper and scratchier but it was definitely the same old Roger from long ago.

After a seeming eternity, an old man came through the front door carrying a bag of personal belongings. It took her a minute to recognize it was Roger. He was hunched over and wrinkled like prison had siphoned away his youthful energy. He was also missing several teeth.

He was all smiles, though, when he stepped through the gate and looked right at her. He closed his eyes and sucked in deeply the fresh air of freedom.

“Wow, look at you,” he said, approaching her. “All grown up.”

“Yep,” she said. “It’s been a long time.” Up close, the weariness of age was clear in his face and even had a few scars she didn’t remember him having before.

“Aye, it has. Too long. Come here and give old Roger a hug.” Without waiting for a response, he pulled Katie into a tight bear hug with surprising strength for his bent stature. He smelled like cheap bar soap but underneath was a fragrance so familiar it made her dizzy.

“God, I can’t believe this,” he said, his free hand went straight to her ass and squeezed it. Backing away, he scanned her body up and down. “You’ve become a fine woman, Katie. I can hardly believe it’s you.”

“I can hardly believe you’re you,” she said.

“You know you could have visited any time.”

“I—“

“I’m just giving you shit. I know why you didn’t. This is no place for a girl like you anyway. Now, shall we get the hell out of here?”

“Yes. Throw your bag in the back and hop in.”

Roger turned back as Katie sped away. “Hasta la vista, fuckers!”

“I can’t imagine what you’re feeling right now,” she said.

“No, you can’t and hopefully you never do. I’ll die before I go back there.”

“Let’s forget about that place. What would you like to do first?”

“You know, I spent years thinking about what I’d do first when I got out. Now that I’m actually here, I don’t really know. Wait…I got it. I want a big juicy steak in a fancy restaurant and a tall glass of wine to go with it.”

 “Okay. I don’t know of any super fancy restaurants, but there is a steak place not far from home.”

“Perfect..and, um, do you mind covering me for it? I have some money tucked away but it’s going to be a few days before I can get to it. Also, I have to find a job right away as part of my parole so I’ll be able to pay you back and pay my fair share.”

“It’s no problem, Roger. Steak and wine it is! I can’t imagine what you went through in there.”

Roger stared out the window as trees whipped by. “How is Rebecca…I mean your mother, doing?”

“I wouldn’t know. I haven’t seen her in years either, not since she took off to Sidney with Paco. Good riddance, honestly.”

“That bad, huh?”

“It got worse. The pills, the men…I’m sorry, can we talk about something else?”

“Sure, sweetie,” Roger said, squeezing her exposed knee.

The Roadhouse was the only steak joint that Katie knew of. “Sorry, it’s not that fancy,” she said as they entered.

“Trust me, it’s fancy plenty. I’m gonna stuff my face with food and drink until I can’t stand upright.”

Katie’s stomach knotted when Roger ordered the most expensive steak on the menu and an entire bottle of wine. She didn’t really expect him to pay her back and the bill was looking to be several days’ worth of tips. She kept quiet about it, though. He deserved to eat like a king after doing that much hard time.

“Fuck, these are good,” he said, stuffing mashed potatoes into his mouth once their food arrived. “I can’t believe you live in the same house.”

“Same one.”

“It’ll be strange staying in the spare bedroom but god, I’m so thankful for it. It was either you or a halfway house where virtually everyone ends up back in prison. You’re a lifesaver.”

“Thanks. I mean, you helped pay for it and what you did for mom…it’s the least I can do.”

“I know it’s going to be weird living with me. I’m…that shit fucks people up. It changes you. Right now I’m like high on life. It still feels like a dream. But to tell you the truth, I’m fucking terrified. I don’t know how to live out here anymore. I can barely remember what it’s like to live not locked in a cage with wild animals—by wild animals I mean the guards.”

“Were they mean to you?”

“Let’s just say that it’s worse than you could ever imagine. All I’m asking is that you be patient with me while I learn to adjust.”

“Deal.”

“Now, tell me about you, sweetie. Got a lucky guy in your life?”

Katie sensed herself blushing and thinking of Justin. “No, no boyfriend or anything.”

“What? Seriously? A girl like you? You must have boys clamoring to get between your legs.”

Katie blushed even harder. She was ashamed to still be a virgin and the mention of her having sex made it worse.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

“It’s okay. You are a remarkably beautiful woman, though. You have your mother’s long thick hair and hazel eyes but an even prettier face.”

“Thanks.”

“Any leads on jobs that might take an ex-con?”

“Actually,” Katie said, happy to change the subject, “I was thinking that you should apply for a cook position at the pizza restaurant I work at. I can put in a good word and they’re desperate to hire someone.”

“Living together and working together, huh?”

“It’s part-time and I’m a delivery driver so I’m not there that often.”

“It’ll sure beat shoveling shit…or cleaning it…which are really my only other prospects.”

“Great, I’ll ask my boss about it.”

As the waiter packed up the enormous amount of leftovers and Katie paid the bill, she wondered just how much her life was about to change. Pretty much since she was old enough to live on her own she’d lived in that house alone. Now she was going to have a man living there whom she both knew well and yet didn’t know at all anymore.

— TWO —

“Wow, it’s like I was just here,” Roger said as he entered the small house.

“It hasn’t changed much.”

“I can definitely tell a woman lives here.”

“Why is that?”

“It’s clean.”

“I try to keep it that way.”

“I’ll do my best,” he said.

“Follow me, I’ll show you the room.”

The spare bedroom still had Katie’s old twin-size bed with a brass frame and her old white dresser. “Sorry, it’s a bit girly.”

“Are you kidding?” Roger plopped down on the mattress. “Fuck that’s comfortable.”

“As you know, we’ll have to share the bathroom. Washer and dryer are still behind the kitchen.”

“I remember, not that I have many clothes at the moment. Hitting up the donation place first thing tomorrow…unless you happen to have some of my old stuff.”

“Sorry, mom tossed it all out.”

“Figured as much.”

Roger looked around the room and then dropped his head to his hands as he began to sob.

“Whoa, Roger, are you okay?”

Sniffling and still hiding his face, he said, “I can’t hardly believe this is real.”

Katie sat down next to him and rubbed his back. “It’s real.  You’re out.”

“I keep thinking it’s some sick joke…like the guards are gonna come in any minute and drag me back to my cell.”

“It isn’t and they’re not. People really do get out of prison and you’re one of them. You did your time.”

Red-eyed, he looked at her. “Look at me—hardened ex-con bawling like a little girl.  Fucking pathetic.”

“It’s not.”

“Want to know the worst part? Being taken back to prison would be less scary than what I’m actually facing. What the hell does a man like me do?”

“I guess you’ll just have to figure that out.”

Roger squeezed her thigh. “I can’t thank you enough for this.”

“Thank me by doing what you have to do to stay out for good.”

“I’ll try.”

* * * *

The sun was high by the time Katie woke up the next morning. The house was already hot and the small window-mounted AC at the back of the kitchen did very little to help. Her typical day shift didn’t start until eleven in the morning so she slept in far later than most people. She and Roger had stayed up late reminiscing about the good old days before all of their lives took a crapper, as he put it. In some ways, he was still the same guy she knew way back when. In other ways, though, even small ways like body ticks and the way he talked, were different. She didn’t have to be a psychologist to be able to tell that he had gone through some heavy trauma in prison that was largely un-dealt with.

She could hear Roger clanking around in the kitchen so although she was in her nightshirt and panties, she pulled her robe out of the pits of her closet and wrapped it around her body. Appropriately covered, she went to the kitchen to make some coffee.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” Roger said, turning to her with a mug of coffee in one hand. He was standing near the sink wearing nothing but a worn and stained pair of white briefs.

“Oh, um, good morning,” she said, a little shocked to see him so close to naked.

“I was never a fan of coffee but damn if right now it doesn’t taste like heaven.”

“Any of that left?”

“Plenty, dear. Aren’t you hot in the big ol’ puffy robe? It’s scorching in here.”

“I’m all right,” she said, lying. She could already feel sweat beading on her brow.

“Is that what you normally wear around the house in the morning?”

“I don’t know, I guess.”

“You don’t know what you normally wear?”

“I…”

“Katie…if we’re going to make this work, we need to be comfortable with each other. I don’t want my presence to inconvenience you or alter your daily routine in any way if possible. Seriously, what do you normally wear?”

Blushing, Katie says, “Okay, fine. I normally just lounge around in my nightshirt, which, as a matter of fact, is an old shirt you bought me before you went to prison.”

“Really? The Wizard of Oz one?”

“You remember.”

“Yeah, I bought that for you at a truck stop in Kansas. You still wear it every day?”

“It’s big and comfy.”

“Well damn, Katie.”

“But it’s old and not exactly appropriate for company.”

“For one,” Roger said, chugging the last of his coffee, “I’m not company and for two, in prison you learn to get over shyness real quick. It’s all just a trick of the mind. What I’m saying is, please go put your shirt on. I’d love to see it again and you should be comfortable in your own damn house.”

“Sheesh…”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to come off so strong.”

“It’s okay. I’m actually wearing it under the robe.”

“See? Just take it off and cool off. I can see you sweating already.”

Katie didn’t want to take it off. What she had failed to mention to him was that the shirt was old and comfy, yes, but also short enough to show the base of her panties and so threadbare that her nipples were faintly visible through it. She felt cornered, though. She couldn’t argue with his logic—he was right that they needed to learn to be comfortable around each other. She was also flattered that he remembered buying her the shirt.

“Fine, okay, you win.” Katie carefully slipped the robe off and crossed her arms over her chest. She had always been self-conscious of her larger than average breasts for her frame. They’d grown in at an early age which had made her a target for endless teasing in her younger years.

“Oh yeah, I remember that shirt like it was yesterday.” Roger casually lifted Katie’s arms so he could see the front. She hoped that the lighting hid her nipples well enough. “I can’t believe you still have it.”

“It’s my favorite.”

“Oh, Katie, come here and give ol’ Roger a hug.” Like the day before, he swooped her into a big bear hug. Also, like the day before, his hand went straight to her ass and squeezed. This time, she had only her panties to protect her.

With his nearly naked body pressed against hers, he spoke into her ear. “You have grown into a fine woman.”

“Thanks.”

Groping her ass a little more, he finally released her. “Sit down, I’m making us breakfast.”

Half an hour later, Katie was choking down a pile of eggs that were both runny and burnt in different areas. It had been ages since anyone had made her breakfast, though, so she didn’t complain. Her phone buzzed and her heart quickened when she saw it was a text from Justin at work. She had messaged him earlier about Roger applying for the cook’s position.

“Are you free this afternoon?”

Roger, sitting across the table picking at his eggs like even he couldn’t stomach them, perked up. “Maybe.”

“My boss Justin wants you to come in for an interview today.”

“Wow, really?”

“Yep!”

“That’s…Katie, you didn’t have to.”

“I’m happy to help. Plus, it helps me, you know?”

“I know. Thank you. I have to check in with my parole officer first but I’m free around three.”

“Great, I’ll let him know.”

— THREE —

Katie went to work with a little hop in her step. It was surreal having someone living with her, particularly Roger, and prison had only made him weirder, but it was nice having company. She hadn’t realized how alone she had been those last years. She was a young woman—far too young to become a hermit, but that’s exactly what she had become without even realizing it. Now, however, she had Roger to do things with, to talk to, to make breakfast for each other…even his peculiarities simply made him more interesting. She finally had someone who could teach her the ways of life since her mother had reneged on that responsibility long ago. To think, he could have been there the whole time if the witch hadn’t put him in prison.

The restaurant was busy which kept her distracted. She hadn’t had much of a chance to talk to Justin before three o’clock came. She was heading out for her next delivery when she spotted Roger coming up the walkway from the bus stop. He was wearing a pair of sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt.

“Roger…that’s what you’re wearing to the interview?” she said, approaching him.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t know this was some fancy-dancy place.”

“It’s not…but, you know. It’s an interview still.”

“Well, it’s not like they give you a suit and tie out of prison. As it is, I had to go to the donation center to get these.”

“I’m sorry. You’re right. Maybe just explain that to Justin. They don’t really care what we wear here anyway as long as we’re wearing the hat.”

“And a cute hat it is on you, Katie. I love your hair pulled back in a ponytail—I can see that beautiful face of yours.”

The hat had been a big deal when the owner introduced them. Previously, the crew had been required to wear uniforms that consisted of a polo shirt and khaki pants or shorts, plus the hat. When the new owner came on, though, he wanted to give the place a more urban feel and scrapped the uniforms altogether. Later, after everyone had become used to wearing whatever they wanted, he reversed course and wanted to bring back the uniforms. There was a general rebellion and both parties compromised on wearing whatever clothes they wanted to as long as they wore the Lucky’s hat.

For Katie, none of it had mattered since she had just continued to wear her khaki shorts and polo shirt, anyway. Being a female delivery driver in their neck of the woods came with certain risks and she believed it to be prudent to downplay her femininity. At least that’s what she told herself. Truthfully, she was just more comfortable looking like a plain Jane than having to figure out if people were flirting with her or not.

After a long delivery run but a generous eight-dollar tip, Katie returned to Lucky’s to find Justin and Roger still talking.

“Katie, come in here a minute,” Justin called over from his office corner. The back of the house wasn’t nearly big enough for him to have an actual office. Instead, he had a desk in the back corner behind the oven and next to the cleaning basin. It could get brutally hot over there in the summertime and perpetually smelled of mildew and old pizza dough.

“I see you all are still talking,” she said, adding her tip to the wad of cash in her apron. She always tried to be doing something when talking with Justin otherwise she’d just sit there fidgeting. Even casual exchanges with him made her nervous.

“Meet our new cook,” Justin said.

“Yay! You gave him the job?”

“Why wouldn’t he?” Roger said, chuckling. “Spent three years in the kitchen in the pen.”

“You both really saved my ass,” Justin said. “I’ve been ignoring a good portion of my duties just trying to keep this place operating.”

Katie blushed. “My, um, our pleasure, Justin.” Even if Justin was oblivious to her nervousness around him, Roger was sharper at picking up on it. She could tell by the smirk on his face that he was on to her secret crush on her boss. Great. She might have to quit and go find another job with nothing but women and unattractive men. Why am I such a weirdo?

* * * *

That evening Katie returned home carrying a pizza for dinner and exhausted from a long day at work. She had almost forgotten that she had someone else living there…at least until she passed the wide-open door to the bathroom. Roger was sitting on the toilet with his pants around his ankles and his pasty hairy legs fully exposed. The foul smell of human excrement wafted through her nostrils.

“Roger!” she yelped.

“Oh, sorry, hon. Didn’t know you’d be home yet. I thought I’d like having a door to shit behind but after years of jacking off and shitting in front of cellmates and guards, it was feeling kind of claustrophobic. At least you missed the first part.”

“Ew…”

“Indulging in a little self-pleasure is nothing to be ashamed of. Jacking off is the only thing that got me through prison, though I hardly remember what a naked woman looks like anymore.”

“I, um…I’ll go to my room while you finish.”

“Rightie-o. I’ll be done in a few.”

Katie ran to her room and quickly shut the door behind her. She had always been a private person so Roger’s total disregard for privacy was baffling. She was beginning to realize just how little she understood the effect that prison had on him. Although her stomach was rumbling for dinner, she didn’t dare emerge until Roger could be heard walking around the house again.

“I brought us home a pizza,” she said, finding him plopped on the couch looking for a movie to watch. He was again wearing nothing but his old underwear.

“You know just how to please me. I’ve had a hankering for pizza since stepping foot in there earlier.”

“Did you ever get to eat any in prison?”

“They served it on occasion but it was terrible. I haven’t had a decent slice since that time we went to Bijo’s for your birthday.”

“I remember that. Trust me, this pizza is better than that. I made it myself. Extra cheese, extra pepperoni, deep dish crust.”

“You’re killing me here! Bring it over!”

Katie didn’t have to be told twice. She grabbed some plates from the kitchen and brought the pizza over to the coffee table.

“Wait,” he said. “You should get comfy too. Go change into your nightshirt and I’ll find us a movie.”

“Um…”

“Come on, haven’t you ever had a movie night where you curl up on the couch in just your PJs? All those years locked up…I dreamt of having just one of those nights again.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll be right back.” How can I say no to that? Katie thought as she walked to her room to change. Though, after his comment earlier in the bathroom about seeing women and his frequent compliments on her looks, she wondered if he was just trying to get her in fewer clothes. Strangely, the idea unexpectedly tickled her. Even though it was Roger and he was…well, Roger, it felt good to maybe be desired a little.

Katie peeled off her polo shirt and khaki shorts. She almost chose to keep her bra on but that would look weird and Roger would surely hassle her over it so she reluctantly removed it, freeing her large perky breasts. As she pulled her nightshirt on, it seemed her nipples were more visible than usual through the worn material. What am I doing? It was too late to back out, though. If it was anyone other than Roger, she’d not have gone through with it. He was harmless…though he does seem to have a thing for groping my butt.

“There she is,” Roger said as she returned to the living room. “I can’t believe you can just go through and find any movie you want on here.”

“It’s called TurboFlix. I don’t even need to pay for cable anymore.”

“I’ve missed so much. Come on over, sweetie, curl up with ol’ Roger. This Inception movie looks good. Have you seen it?”

“I love that movie,” Katie said as she sat down next to him.

Roger wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her against his body. “This is a dream come true.”

They stuffed their faces with pizza while they watched the movie. Katie couldn’t help but notice the occasional glance at her chest from Roger. He was a man after all and although the shirt was baggy, it still did little to hide the shape of her full breasts. After devouring the pizza, Roger pulled her tight against him. Her bare thigh pressed against his and as he rubbed her arm with his hand, the backs of his fingers grazed against the side of her breast. By the halfway point in the movie, the lump in his underwear had grown noticeably larger.

“Wow, that was incredible,” Roger said as the credits rolled. He pulled Katie even tighter against him and petted her thigh with his free hand all the way up to the hem of the shirt, which nearly reached her panties.

“Always a good movie.”

“By the way, what’s going on with you and that Justin guy?”

“Uh…nothing,” she said, blushing. “Wuh…why?”

“Come on, Katie. It’s pretty obvious you like him.”

“Can we change the subject?”

“Why haven’t you two hooked up?”

“He’s my boss.”

“So? If you like him, go for it. Trust me, life is too short to waste opportunities for romance.”

“God…”

Roger turned slightly toward her, almost pulling her leg over his. “If you don’t mind an observation, you’re pretty uptight about this kind of thing, aren’t you?”

“I’m not uptight! I’m just…shy, I guess.”

“A young beautiful woman like you should be out getting it on with all sort of men…or women if you prefer, not spending nights at home with old men like me, or worse, alone.”

Katie pulled away. He was hitting too close to home for comfort.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend. It’s not a judgment. You’ve been through a lot and certainly haven’t had the best adult guidance.”

“Any. I haven’t had any adult guidance. I’ve essentially been on my own since you went away.”

“I know. Trust me, I wish every day that I could change that. For what it’s worth, though. I’m here now. I want to help you. Use me. I’ve been around the block once or twice.”

“What do you mean?”

“Be honest, do you like this guy?”

Katie closed her eyes. “Yes. He’s all I think about.”

“You’ve got it bad, eh?”

“Shut up!” She slapped his arm playfully.

“There’s certainly chemistry between you two, but no offense, you don’t exactly come off as someone who is available.”

“What does that mean?”

“Katie…I know it’s work and all, but they let you wear whatever you want. You could dress a little..sexier.”

“Oh god…”

“Hear me out. I think Justin is into you, but he’s not sure how to approach it or even if you’re interested. Your attire and persona do not advertise court me but rather stay the fuck away.”

“Really? Is it that bad?”

“Khaki shorts?”

“That used to be our uniform!”

“Katie, does anyone else there still wear the old uniform now that they don’t have to?”

“No…”

“Exactly. Do you realize how that looks to other people?”

“I…I don’t know what else to wear. I don’t know anything about clothes or, you know, looking sexy.”

“Fortunately for you, you’re already sexy as hell so it won’t take much at all. In fact, you look pretty sexy right now.”

“Roger…” A knot formed in Katie’s stomach.

“Relax. You need to learn how to feel sexy…and to take a compliment.”

“I don’t know…”

“Do you have a skirt you could wear to work instead of those awful shorts? Maybe a tighter t-shirt and ditch the bra? Trust me, your rack can turn heads from a mile away.”

“Jesus…this is so embarrassing.”

“Katie, relax,” Roger said, rubbing her neck and her thigh at the same time. “Embrace your young hormones. Don’t fight it.”

“I…I might have something. I’ll think about it, okay?”

“Okay.”

— FOUR —

A couple of days passed and Roger and Katie began to fall into a routine—as much of one as they could, given their variable work schedules. Roger mostly worked the dinner shifts and Katie drove during the day so their paths at work only slightly overlapped. At night, though, Roger insisted on watching movies cuddled on the couch in just their PJs. He was quite cuddly, but Katie didn’t mind. It was nice to have affection from another human. She had even stopped covering her chest so much with her nightshirt on despite that Roger seemed to still be getting erections from it.

Summer was heating up and one particularly hot morning, Katie woke up and stumbled into the kitchen for coffee to find Roger completely naked.

“Roger!” she squeals. “You’re…naked.”

He turned around with his mug of coffee and took a sip like it was no big deal that his genitals were on full display. She couldn’t help but stare at his limp penis draped over a set of sagging testicles protruding from a bush of peppered gray hair. She had never seen a penis in person before.

“What? It’s hot as balls,” he said.

Katie was too stunned for words.

“Where’s my good morning hug?” Without waiting for a response, Roger set his mug down and pulled her against his naked body. The thin material of her nightshirt was all that separated their flesh. She could feel the warmth of his groin pressing against her abdomen.

“Did you sleep well?” he asked, squeezing her ass. His ass-fondling had escalated to a full-on two-handed massage whenever he hugged her, which was often. Katie just stood there while he pulled her ass cheeks apart and pressed them back together in a circular motion. She could feel her underwear slipping into her crack and her shirt riding up over his hands. When he finally released her, she caught another glimpse of his penis to see that it had more than doubled in size.

“Guess what?” he said, quickly turning away.

“What?” she responded, taking a seat at the table.

“Since I have the day off, I’ll be able to get my money today. I can pay you back for that steak dinner and give you some money to help out around here. Also, I want to take you shopping.”

“Shopping?”

“Yeah, for some new work outfits like we talked about.”

“I…I said I’d think about it.”

“Well, have you?”

“I don’t know.”

“Katie, come on. We’ll go to the mall and look around, that’s it. If you find something you like, we’ll buy it. If not, well, your loss.” He chuckled.

“Fine, okay. I guess I could use some new clothes. You really don’t have to buy me anything, though.”

“I want to. You’ve done so much for me. It’s the least I can do.”

Katie had pretended that Roger’s comments about her attire hadn’t meant anything, but truthfully, it had stuck in her brain like a virus. Ever since they talked, she had been uncomfortable at work in her usual outfit. She could see exactly what Roger had been saying in the way people reacted to her. He was right. Her co-workers saw her as nothing more than an able employee. Customers saw her as nothing but a delivery person. No one saw her as a woman, let alone a young beautiful woman with needs and desires and passions the same as anyone else.

I’ve spent my whole life hiding. Didn’t she deserve the happiness that seemed to come so easily to everyone else?

While she tried to act nonchalant about going shopping, she was secretly excited that Roger was forcing her to do it. She would never have the courage to go on her own, let alone the judgment to pick anything decent out.

She was thankful to him for a lot of things. His arrival had shaken her out of a lonely and depressing routine that would have only led her to a life as an isolated cat lady. For the first time, she had hope that a better life was on the horizon. She didn’t know what or how it would manifest, but she could feel the changes churning inside her.

Katie arrived home that day to a freshly-cleaned house and Roger still naked lounging on the sofa with a can of soda re-watching Inception.

“Hi, hon. I feel like there was a ton I missed in this movie.”

She was still mystified at how casually he could just hang in the nude—especially around another person. It was difficult to keep her eyes from drifting to his nether parts.

“It’s almost better the second time you watch it. You cleaned?”

“Aye, I cleaned. Had the day off and some extra time so thought I’d lend a hand.”

“Well, thanks. That’s awesome of you.”

“We still going shopping?”

“Sure. Are you, um, going to put something on?”

“No, I thought I’d go to the mall with my balls flopping in the wind.”

“Ew…”

“Hey now, don’t insult my balls. They’re very sensitive.” He lifted his flaccid penis and looked down at his crotch. “She didn’t mean it, fellas.”

“Haha, very funny.” Watching him touch himself sent a shiver of excitement through her that she quickly suppressed.

“I’d rather not go back to prison, though, so yes, I’ll put on some clothes.”

While Roger was changing, Katie went to her room to change as well. The least she could do was wear something a little nicer to the mall. When she opened the top drawer to her dresser, though, she squealed. The drawer, which was normally stocked full of bras and panties, was empty.

“Roger!”

“Yes?” he called out, coming into her room.

“Did you…” she pointed at her dresser.

“Oh yeah, I hope you don’t mind. I got to cleaning, you know, and had shopping on my mind when I noticed that all of your knickers and bras were old and worn out. I figured we’d toss them and start you fresh with new clothes.”

“So, you still have them?”

“Oh  no, I took them out to the dumpster.”

“Roger! I need those!”

“Oh, rubbish. You don’t need ‘em. You don’t wear bras around the house and frankly you look way sexier without one. It’ll help with tips at work too—and catching the eye of a certain someone.”

“And my panties? What about those?”

“You mean your old granny panties? Good riddance. You need to learn to relax a little. Going commando is liberating. Besides, who’s going to know?”

“Oh god. Please tell me we’re going to buy more at the mall.”

“We’ll just have to see.”

* * * *

Katie couldn’t remember the last time she’d been to the mall. Most likely it was with her grandmother on one of the few times she’d come to visit her and her mother. Sophia, as she liked to be called—she hated being called grandma—had a ritual of taking Katie to the mall and spending half a day there but only buying one item, usually a book or a poster, for no more than ten dollars. Katie never understood the point of going to the mall just for the sake of going.

Escorted by Roger in his sweatpants and tank top, Katie followed him into the frigid building. She had settled on a maxi-skirt that reached her ankles and a lacey short-sleeved top. Thankfully, she still had the bra and panties she’d put on that morning.

The mall was sparsely populated—a far cry from the busy days of her childhood—which she was thankful for. Clothes shopping was stressful and embarrassing as it was. Having to deal with crowds on top of it would have been a nightmare.

“Let’s go there,” Roger said, pointing to a sign that said Eternally Nineteen. “Looks like it has some good stuff.”

“Sure, I guess,” Katie responded. She had no idea what was good and what wasn’t.

The next two hours were spent fighting over what Roger wanted to buy her and what she had even the semblance of courage to actually wear. Not surprisingly, to him, the shorter and skimpier the better. A few items she outright vetoed as they didn’t even cover her parts adequately. The rest she had to compromise on as it was his money after all. Besides, he was right that she ought to push her boundaries. Maybe if she dressed more like a normal girl her age, people would treat her like one.

By the time they returned home, Katie was emotionally exhausted but a small part of her was excited at some of her new outfits. Will Justin really like them? Maybe he’d even ask her out. The prospect was too much to even think about.

“Okay, fashion show time,” Roger said, following her into her room.

“Wait, what?”

“Aren’t you going to try on your outfits?”

“I did already at the mall mostly.”

“That doesn’t count. We need to figure out what works with what, you know? You have to be the only young woman in existence that doesn’t get excited about new clothes. God, it’s dark in here.”

Roger went over to Katie’s one window and pushed open the heavy curtains.

“Wait! Don’t do that,” she said.

“Why not?”

“My, um…neighbor…”

“I see.” Roger said. Indeed, the house next door was less than ten feet apart and the windows were lined up almost perfectly. “Who’s living there now?”

“Mr. Robertson. He moved in a couple of years ago.”

“He’s really let the place go, hasn’t he? Did there always use to be all those trees and bushes?”

“No. He’s a weird one. Has a bunch of dogs but he himself never leaves the house. I’ve never seen him leave once.”

“Odd.”

“And…sometimes he tries to watch me. I see him in the window.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah. He’s a creeper.”

“Still, you need some sunlight in here. It’s good for the soul.” Roger left the curtains open and dumped the bags of clothes out on Katie’s bed.

“What should I, um, try on first?”

“Hmm…we’ll start simple. How about this top…with this skirt?”

“Oh my god…” Katie gasped.

“What?”

“We didn’t buy any more underwear!”

“Oops. That’s okay. Like I said. You don’t really need it.”

“Yes, I do! Especially in a skirt!”

“Especially not in a skirt, I’d say,” Roger chuckled.

“You’re just being naughty.”

“Haven’t you learned yet that I’m a dirty old man?”

“Oh, I’ve figured that out.”

Roger chuckled again. “For now just wear the panties you have on. We can get you some new ones later. Lose the bra, though. We want to see what this looks like without it.”

Butterflies danced in Katie’s stomach at talk of panties and no bras with this older man standing before her—an older man who just earlier had been walking around with his penis out. She didn’t know what prison had done to Roger, but he had no boundaries anymore and soon she wondered if she’d have any either. Maybe breaking down a few isn’t a bad thing.

“Okay, I’ll change. Wait in the living room.”

Roger hesitated at first and then ventured out of her room. She debated closing the curtains on the window before changing, but the old man next door didn’t seem to be around so she left them open. Changing in front of an open window was kind of thrilling anyway.

The top Roger had picked out was cropped above the belly button, tight, and had long sleeves with a plunging neckline. It was sexy without being slutty and despite feeling near-naked in it without a bra, it was comfortable. The skirt was mid-thigh length and stretchy without being too tight. At least in the summer when the weather was nice, it would make a decent delivery outfit, albeit a little on the risqué side, particularly for her.

“What do you think?” she said, doing a twirl for Roger in the living room. He had already stripped down to his underwear again.

“I like it. It really shows off your amazing figure. I can’t believe you’ve been hiding that body of yours all this time.”

Katie’s cheeks reddened at his comments on her body. She had never thought of herself as sexy and to hear someone else say it was both flattering and mortifying at the same time.

“Thanks,” she responded.

“Where’s your hat, though?”

“You want me to wear the hat?”

“Yeah, we need to get the full effect.”

“Um, okay.” Katie ran to her room, tied her long hair back in a high ponytail, and put the Lucky’s hat on, pulling her hair through the back.

“Better?” she said, returning to the living room.

“Damn, you’re cute. You’ll make good tips looking like that. Let’s do another one. You pick.”

Katie tried on a couple of more outfits. One was a mini-dress; another was a different skirt and top combo. All were form-fitting and again though not slutty per se, were more revealing than anything she’d ever worn before. While it was fun playing dress-up, she didn’t know if she had the courage to actually wear any of it in public, let alone delivering pizza to stranger’s houses.

The last top was one she’d been avoiding. The top itself was fairly plain—pink with a glittery heart on the front. The neckline was that of a normal t-shirt, but it was loose and cropped so high up on her that the base just hung off her breasts. She’d almost vetoed it at the mall but she had already put back so many that she figured she’d give Roger at least one really racy one, even if she never ended up wearing it outside.

She’d felt exposed in it at the mall with a bra on. Without a bra on, though, it was wholly inadequate. Good thing there’s not a breeze in here.

Pairing it with one of the few remaining skirts, which were all on the shorter side, she reluctantly walked to the living room.

“Whoa,” Roger said.

She crossed her arms over her abdomen. “This is silly.”

“Not silly at all. You’re gorgeous.”

“Th-thanks.”

“Come here, darling.”

Katie inched toward him.

“Come here,” he said, sighing and pulling her over. “Sit down.” He patted his thigh and guided her onto his lap. Flashes of sitting on his lap as a little girl flooded back. She wasn’t a little girl anymore, though, and sitting on his bare thighs in a short skirt and the skimpiest of tops was not the same.

“I’m so proud of you,” he said. “I know that we’re just getting to know each other again and I’m certainly not the best mentor or whatever—god knows how broken I am inside—but it took a lot of courage to try out these outfits.”

“Thanks. I still don’t know if I can actually wear them to work.”

“One step at a time. You must really like this guy, though.”

Katie whole face flushed. “I do.”

Roger smiled. “Katie’s got a crush! Katie’s got a crush!”

“Stop it!” she laughed.

“Katie’s got a crush!” Roger attacked her ribcage with his wiry fingers, knowing exactly where her weak spot was.

She doubled over laughing uncontrollably. “Stop it, jerk! Stop!”

He continued tickling her, attacking her other side as well. Katie squirmed violently on his lap, trying to break free.

“Katie’s got a crush!”

She fell backward onto the sofa and Roger leaned over her, continuing his assault on her most ticklish spots. She kicked and spasmed but he continued.

“Stop…” she could barely speak, she was laughing so hard.

Finally exhausted from her struggle, she just lay there in a heaving heap. Roger sat up with a stunned look on his face. She knew immediately what he was looking at. Her top had ridden up over not one, but both of her breasts, displaying her pointy pink nipples to the old man in all their glory.

“Oh my god,” she said, scrambling up to cover herself.

“Katie…” he said.

“I…” she went to get up and run to her room. It was the only thing she could think to do.

Roger grabbed her arm to stop her. “Wait. Look at me for a second.”

More embarrassed than she had ever been in her life, she turned toward him, though she couldn’t take her eyes off of the floor.

“You’re sexy and you have a beautiful chest that no one really gets to see. Katie, are you still a virgin?”

Can I die now?

“It’s okay, I’m not judging. It’s tragic that you haven’t had anyone around to teach you about life. I’m here now, though, okay?”

Katie nodded.

“I thought as much.”

“I know, I’m pathetic,” she said.

“No, honey, not at all.”

“I…I just don’t understand it. Dating, men, sex…I, I want it I guess, but it’s like a foreign language.”

Roger squeezed her hands. “It’s okay. There’s no big secret, though. Most people your age don’t know what the hell they’re doing. For you, a big part of it is just lightening up. Don’t be scared of it. Don’t be scared to feel sexy.”

“Easier said than done.”

“Here,” Roger said. “Lift your arms up.” He guided her arms above her head. “Good, now close your eyes.”

Katie was almost happy to oblige that request—at least until she felt Roger lifting her top.

“Whoa, hey!” she flinched, keeping her eyes squeezed shut.

“Hold still. It’s okay.”

So many intense feelings flooded Katie’s mind that she couldn’t form a coherent thought. All she knew was that Roger was tucking her top into itself at her chest and her large breasts were fully exposed to another man for the first time.

When his palms wrapped around her soft sensitive flesh, her heart nearly burst.

“My god, these are magnificent,” he said, gently fondling both of her full round orbs. “Do you know how many women would kill for natural tits like these? You hit the genetic jackpot.”

“Okay, okay!” She couldn’t take anymore. She pulled away and yanked her top down. “I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be sorry, hon. That was…thank you. You should show those babies off more.”

Katie glanced down just in time to see Roger trying to hide his obvious erection with his arm.

“I…” She had no words. She ran to her bedroom and locked the door behind her.

She didn’t know whether to cry or laugh or scream. As she buried her face in her pillow, the only thing she was sure of was that she could never leave that room again, especially with Roger out there.

* * * *

Katie fell into a fitful sleep. She dreamt of Roger and Justin and work…showing up without a top on…everyone laughing at her…strange men trying to grope her. The men in her dream cornered her in the restaurant and forced her to…

She woke up with a start. It was late and dark out. Her body was covered in sweat. Her heart was racing and her entire body was on the verge of…on the verge of orgasm.

She was so confused, yet every nerve in her body was alight and she couldn’t resist the urge to touch herself. She slipped one hand under the hem of her skirt and into her panties to find a soppy wet mess. Her clit was swollen and crying out for attention. She moved her other hand to her breast, which was already out, and squeezed…just as Roger had before. Her hand was right where he had been, touching that very same flesh.

She came hard. Her entire body seized in pleasure, cleansing it of the pent-up stress and emotional turmoil she’d had since first stepping foot in the mall. The waves rolled on and on through her, each one bringing her greater and greater bliss. As it slowly subsided, her eyelids grew heavy. Her body was like jelly and the sweet comfort of sleep once again embraced her.

* * * *

Sunlight was filling the room when Katie’s alarm went off the next morning. Shit. She had slept so hard she’d barely moved. She was still on her back with her shirt above her tits and her skirt and panties halfway down her thighs. Worse, she had accidentally left her curtains wide open, offering her neighbor a clear view if he’d happened to notice.

She jumped up and pulled the curtains closed. Thankfully, Mr. Robertson didn’t appear to be around at the moment, though he could have seen her at any point during the night and morning. Strangely, the thought of him catching her like that, while embarrassing, was also a little exciting. She was starting to enjoy being looked upon sexually.

The memories of the prior evening flooded back. What an intense night. She was feeling better about it, though. She’d let another man play with her tits, even if it was just Roger. That was a new threshold for her—one that she’d started to believe she’d never cross.

I better go talk to him. She wanted to apologize for running off. He probably felt terrible all night. Stripping off her outfit to throw on her nightshirt for breakfast, she realized that was her last pair of panties and they weren’t exactly clean with how wet she’d been sleeping in them. The nightshirt, though, barely covered her crotch in the front. Without panties, even lifting her arms too high would expose her womanhood in all its glory.

She shivered at the thought.

Fuck it. She giggled to herself. Roger had already seen her tits. She wondered how hard he’d get seeing her pussy. He’ll probably blow in his underwear…if he’s wearing any.

— FIVE —

Pulling the shirt over her otherwise naked body, she unlocked her door and tip-toed out to the living room. Her heart thumped in her chest and her pussy moistened as she emerged from the hall.

The house was quiet. The lights were off. The kitchen was empty. Katie returned to Roger’s room and knocked. The door creaked open and it was empty as well. He wasn’t home. She was strangely disappointed.

Katie found a note stuck on the refrigerator:

Had some errands to run. Figured you needed some space anyway. I’ll see you at work later. Love, R.P.

She sighed. At least he was sensitive to her feelings. She just wished she could tell him that she wasn’t upset. They were going to have to get him a cell phone as soon as possible.

Purely by habit, Katie reached into her closet for another pair of khaki shorts to get ready for her shift. Don’t need those, stupid. Not anymore. She picked a modest skirt from the neatly-folded pile of new outfits on her dresser and a tight but thin long-sleeved shirt that had a decent neckline and only left a few inches of her belly exposed above her skirt. The thin fabric hugged her breasts making it obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra but at least the skirt was long enough she didn’t have to worry about anyone discovering she wasn’t wearing panties either.

Her pulse quickened the minute she left the house. She felt naked and couldn’t believe she was going to work dressed that way. What’s Justin going to say? Customers? Co-workers? She’d worn the same uniform every day for years. It was a drastic change.

Working the morning shift meant that not only was she the only driver, but that she got to spend a good hour inside with Justin doing prep work before they opened. At least it would just be him seeing her and not the other drivers or crew. Lucky’s employed four other drivers besides her. Garret, Pete, and Josh were night drivers while Karen, an older lady, worked only one day a week on Saturdays. Josh and Pete were okay. They were both a little older than her though all they seemed to talk about was video games and smoking pot. She didn’t like Garret at all. He was a freckled overweight troll exactly one month to the day younger than she was. Thankfully, she was usually off of work just as they were starting so she didn’t have to interact with them too frequently. To round out the rest of the crew, there was Mike, the night manager—a quiet and solemn man whose age was impossible to guess. Cory and Tran were the counter and cut table girls, respectively, and of course, Roger, who was cooking most nights with Mike. Justin also always stayed through the dinner rush on the busy days.

Katie had been working there longer than anyone, even Justin. She’d started in the kitchen but as soon as she could drive, she found an old beater car and started delivery driving. It’s always been reliable and easy money. In all her days there, though, she had never stepped foot inside the restaurant in anything other than a pair of khaki shorts…until then.

“Um, who are you and what did you do with Katie?” Justin said, stopping in his tracks as she came in through the back door.

“Hi,” she said, blushing and biting her lip. “I’ll, um, clock in and get the sauce started.”

“Whoa, wait a minute. Not so fast, Katie.”

“What?”

“You, um…you look nice.”

Katie could have cried but through sheer force of will, she managed to hold back her tears. “Thanks.”

He left it at that. No questioning her, no asking if she was off her rocker, no telling her it was inappropriate for work. He just complimented her and walked away.

Why does he have to be so perfect?

The day was unusually busy and time flew by. Katie caught more than a few customers, men, of course, staring at her braless chest. Her tips were better too, just as Roger predicted. One particular fellow didn’t even hide his enthusiasm, openly glaring at her as if expecting her to flash him or something. He tipped her twenty dollars on a forty-dollar order. She was glad for getting more money, but a part of her was angry that Roger was right—that society rewarded sexiness over merit. Another part of her was angry at herself for not trying it sooner.

Roger arrived for his shift just as Katie was preparing her final delivery for the day. As eager to see him that morning as she had been, she’d been nervous all day about seeing him at work.  A lump grew in her stomach the moment he walked through the door.

If he felt awkward, he didn’t show it. He came right up to her with a big smile on his face. “Hi, sweetie. You look incredible.”

“Thanks, Roger. I can’t believe I wore it.”

“I can. You’re more courageous than you think.” He glanced at her crotch and winked at her. She knew that he knew she wasn’t wearing panties.

“About last night—“ she started, wanting to clear the air.

“I get it. We can talk about it later if you want.”

“Okay.”

“Tell me, how are tips?”

Katie sighed and rolled her eyes. “Better.”

“Told ya.”

“It’s just one day, though.”

“You’ll see.”

Katie was about to walk out the door when Justin came over. “Katie, can you maybe stay until eight? We’re kind of slammed and could use the help.”

Asking her to stay late wasn’t uncommon. She normally didn’t mind. It wasn’t like she had a social life she was missing and she could almost double her daily tips in just three more hours. Working at night, though, in her new sexier outfit made her nervous. Still, she couldn’t disappoint Justin.

“Sure.”

When she returned with another ten dollars in her pocket, Garret, Pete, and Josh were all there. “Whoa, shit,” Garret said, nudging Pete. “Look, Katie is fucking hot. Who woulda thunk it?”

Pete glanced over at her. “Nice outfit,” he said.

Katie just smiled, trying not to blush.

“You dressing that way for better tips or something?” Garret asked.

“Something like that,” she said. “Hey, it works.”

“Must be nice to be a girl.”

Katie rolled her eyes. Men don’t even know how easy they have it.

As annoying and grotesque as Garret was, his attention was flattering. She still felt awkward in her new clothes, but at least they weren’t all laughing at her.

The dinner rush came hard and fast. Roger and Justin rocked out the make line while Mike helped Tran on the cut table. The drivers were in and out as fast as they could go and still, the deliveries were backing up. The last stop on a triple that Katie had was in her least favorite apartment complex, Warren Heights, particularly at night. The sun wasn’t fully set, at least, but it was getting dark out nonetheless. Warren Heights was once government projects turned general low-income housing. The grounds were filthy, the parking lot a maze, and gangbangers and other shady folk hung around all over, particularly on the stairways.

For the first time that day, she was worried about her safety delivering in her attire. It was a big order too, which meant they were having some sort of party. Thankfully, she found the correct building quickly and the stairway was clear. Loud yelling and cheering poured through the door as she knocked. A short but wide-set Hispanic man opened the door. Half a dozen more men were crowded around his couch watching boxing.

“Hola, senorita,” he said. “Fucking about time. My boys were about to starve to death.”

“Sorry, we’re super busy tonight.”

“That’s because the match is on. You should have known that.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

One of the other men came to the door as she was handing over the pizzas. He eyed her from head to toe.

“Damn, girl. Want to come in for a minute? Have a beer and take a load off?”

“Um, I can’t, sorry.”

“She has to drive, homie,” the first guy said.

“I’ll give her a ride,” he responded, thrusting his hips at her and grabbing his crotch.

Katie froze in panic. She had no idea how to react. No one had ever gestured her like that.

“Leave her alone. Here’s your money, chica. Try and go faster next time.”

The man slammed the door in her face as soon as she took the wad of cash. She didn’t even check if it was the full amount before running back to her car and locking the doors.

Oh my god, she thought. That guy wanted to…fuck me or something. As scary as it was, she was also giddy. He had been a fairly attractive, muscular man. Not her type—do I have a type?—but attractive. Imagine if he knew I wasn’t wearing panties. The idea made her hot. Getting aroused while working was a strange but not unpleasant feeling. It was as if all the years of pent-up hormones were suddenly flooding her. She looked around to see if anyone was there. The coast was clear. Biting her lip, she tugged up the front of her skirt until her pussy was showing. She could barely see it in the darkness, but there it was, fully exposed in her car nonetheless. It was so naughty…so fun. She decided to drive back to work that way, though she only made it to the first stoplight before she lost her courage in the bright street lamps. She didn’t want a big truck to pull up next to her and catch her playing with herself.

Katie decided to stay late and close the restaurant with Roger, Justin, and Mike.

“I made over two hundred dollars today,” she said, working on the dishes with Roger. “That’s my best day ever!”

“Hell yeah. Beats working for minimum wage in here. Not that I’m complaining. I’m lucky to have a legit job.”

“Give it time, Roger, it’ll get better once you’re back on your feet.”

“Don’t worry about me. I’m proud of you, Katie. You really stepped out of your shell and look what came of it.”

She smiled and rubbed his arm. “Thanks to you. I…I feel like a new woman.”

“You look like one.”

“Thanks.”

“Come here.” Roger pulled her into one of his bear hugs. His hands, wet from dishes, went straight to the backs of her thighs and then upwards under her skirt to her bare ass, pulling her skirt up with them.

“Roger…” she whispered.

He chuckled and whispered in her ear. “No one’s watching.” He slid one of his hands all the way up to the small of her back. “You didn’t wear panties after all.”

“I…I only have that one pair and they were dirty.”

“You are a little slut, aren’t you?”

“Hey!” She pushed away, escaping his grasp and straightening out her skirt.

“I’m kidding.”

“That wasn’t nice.”

“Sorry, bad taste.”

“We better finish these dishes.”

“Why don’t you ask Justin out for a drink tonight to celebrate?”

“I couldn’t…and celebrate what?”

“You’re new attitude on life—and your best day for tips ever.”

“You know I can’t,” she whispered.

“Fine, we’ll have a drink together at home then.”

Katie relaxed—she was glad he wasn’t pushing the issue. “That I can do.”

* * * *

“Here’s to the new Katie,” Roger shouted, holding up his shot glass full of vodka. They’d stopped by the liquor store on the way home and picked up a top-shelf bottle.

“And here’s to newfound freedom,” she added.

Roger nodded and clanked his glass to hers. They shot them back at the same time.

“Oh fuck me, it’s been a while,” Roger said.

“Should you even really be drinking?” Katie asked, coughing as her throat burned.

“I can have a little at night. Just don’t want to blow hot during the day. PO can show up at any time, you know?”

“Really? You didn’t tell me that.”

Roger began pouring another round. “I didn’t? Well, yeah, that’s part of this whole shitty system. Random home checks, drug screens…the works. I’m out, but I’m still a ward of the Federal government. So much for newfound freedom.”

Katie choked down her second shot. “They really make it hard on you guys, don’t they?”

“Why do you think seventy-percent of us end up back in the slammer? Seventy fucking percent. Something clearly ain’t working.”

“Wow, that’s crazy.”

“It’s only a matter of time for me.”

“Don’t say that.”

“It’s true. It’s like pushing a boulder up a mountain every fucking day.”

“Roger…”

“You, Katie, are the only thing that keeps me going. How could I go back to missing that bright smile every morning?”

Katie poured the third round. “Here’s to us,” she said, already slurring a little. She wasn’t a drinker by any means.

“Fuck the rest of ‘em,” Roger said, knocking it back.

“Fuck ‘em!” Katie said.

Roger plopped back on the couch. “I’m fucking beat. That shift kicked my ass.” He pulled his shirt over his head. “That’s nice. It’s hot as balls in here.”

“I need a new air conditioner someday.”

“We need one.”

Katie sat down on the sofa next to him. “We do.”

Roger pinched the bottom of her shirt and pulled it out. “Get a little more comfortable and take this off.”

Katie trembled. “Um…okay.” Breathing heavily, she grabbed the base of her shirt and pulled it up over her head, leaving her completely topless.

“Goddamn, you have some nice tits, woman.”

Katie smiled. “Thanks.” She squeezed them with her hands, pinching her nipples. “I’m glad you like them.”

“Fuck, you’re gonna give me a heart attack.”

“Hopefully not!”

“Mind if I get a little more comfortable?” he asked, though he was already unfastening his pants.

“Um, sure,” she said.

He stood and dropped both his pants and his underwear to his ankles. His fully erect penis bounced like a loaded spring as he stepped out of his trousers and then sat back down.

“Have you ever seen one hard?” he asked, noticing her staring.

“I, uh…”

“It’s okay. You can look.”

“Is that, you know, because of me? My, um, tits?”

“You got it, honey. I told you it’s been a long time since I’ve seen a naked woman in person. Not that it matters how long it’s been. I’d be hard any time seeing those babies.”

“Thanks, I think.”

“You know…I’d like to see more of you. Maybe you should get more comfortable too?”

Katie was dizzy and she wasn’t sure if it was the booze or endorphins flooding her body. “You…you want to see my pussy?”

“Yes, sweetie. I want to see your tight little pussy.”

Katie stood up, stumbling, and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her skirt. She told herself that she was okay with showing him that morning…this was no different. Still, her heart thumped in her chest. She pushed downward, slipping the skirt over the round of her ass and down her thighs.

Roger grabbed his rock-hard penis and began massaging it as she dropped her skirt to her ankles.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he said. “Come closer.”

Katie stepped out of her skirt and moved close enough that her leg was brushing against his. He took her hands and moved them out of the way. “You have a beautiful pussy,” he said. Her mound was covered in its natural hair, but it was short and soft. The delicate folds of her labia were still clearly visible and her clitoral hood just peeked out of her slit.

“Sit down,” he said, guiding her to the couch next to him. She complied, plopping down harder than she intended. Without warning, he pushed her legs wide apart, spreading her open to an obscene degree.

“Oh…um…” she couldn’t speak. She wondered if he could tell how wet she was.

Before she could even complete her thought, Roger buried his scruffy face between her legs.

“Eek!” she squealed. At first, she didn’t know what he was doing, but when his slick wiry tongue began lapping at her nether parts, her body gave her all the answer she needed. Her head swam and her muscles seized as he worked her button with his mouth. She had never felt anything like it.

Katie gripped the sofa so hard her knuckles hurt as her body erupted in the best orgasm of her life.

Roger lifted his head—his mouth and chin were dripping in her juices. Roger. Of all people she ever hoped or imagined to see in that position, he was certainly the last. Yet, there he was, having just blown her mind with his tongue. It was confusing yet simple at the same time—they were both consenting human adults, after all—there was nothing wrong engaging in a little mutual pleasure.

“I see you enjoyed that,” he said.

Katie nodded. I just orgasmed from another person…

“Now I think it’s time you learn to return the favor,” he said, glancing down at his still-raging hard-on.

A lump grew in her stomach. She had only just recently seen a penis for the first time in person, now she was supposed to do something with it? The prospect was terrifying. Roger was already pulling her toward him, though, and guiding her head to his lap.

“Open wide and watch your teeth,” he said.

Katie could sense his heat on her face and smell his musk as she neared his shaft. The head was thick and round and leaking clear fluid out of the tip. She had no idea what to do other than somehow get her lips around it. She hesitated as the tip brushed her mouth but a sharp pinch of her nipple by an eagerly awaiting Roger prompted her to open up for it.

His cock was wider than it appeared and she had to stretch her jaw open. She only managed a few inches in before she gagged, yanking off of it in a coughing fit.

Roger chuckled.  “Got to relax. Don’t be scared of it and don’t fight it. It’s going to hammer the back of your throat and eventually even go down your throat. You just have to let it.” He pushed her head back down on his penis and it again popped into her mouth.

Gripping the base to try and keep it from choking her too much, Katie did her best to suck and slurp on the salty organ. She could hardly believe she actually had a real live erect penis in her mouth. As scary and uncomfortable as it was, it was also turning her on. She wondered what it felt like for Roger. By his moans, it felt pretty damn good.

As she fell into a rhythm, Roger began gently thrusting. She fought to suppress her gag reflex, telling herself to relax, she could still breath just fine, let it in. Handling the thick meat became easier as she grew less scared of it. She was soon able to take nearly half of it into her mouth.

Roger was breathing hard as she sucked him off. He had one hand on her breast and moved the other to the back of her head with just enough force to let her know to keep going. His thrusting accelerated and his body tensed. Katie went faster and faster, slurping and sucking with loud wet sounds. True to his word, his cock was soon battering the back of her throat, making her gag and cough, but she persisted, refusing to pull off again.

She wasn’t thinking about what came next until his cock swelled against her tonsils and globs of thick gooey cum exploded into her skull. Her throat clogged and the rest burst up through her sinus cavities and shot out her nose.

“Oh fuck!” Roger cried out, launching another equally large spurt deep inside her head. Her nostrils burned as his spunk filled them to the brink. She struggled for air but he held her firm on his cock until his balls were completely drained.

When he finally released her, she slipped off the couch onto her knees coughing and choking. Tears streamed down her face mixing with the cum running out of her nose and mouth.

“That’s it, breathe,” he said. “Cough it all up and let it drain out. We’ll have to work on teaching you to swallow.”

The room was spinning. All she could think about was the taste of vodka and semen in her mouth.

Roger brought her a glass of water from the kitchen. “You did surprisingly well for your first time.”

She gulped it down, though it didn’t help much. She wasn’t sure what to say. She could still hardly believe what had just happened. They were both still naked, though, and his sticky soft penis flopping around as he walked was a stark reminder that this was real.

Suddenly self-conscious, Katie covered her chest with her arms. “I better get to bed.”

“Okay, sweetie,” Roger said. “It was nice celebrating with you.”

* * * *

Katie tossed and turned all night. She couldn’t stop running the days’ events through her head. Her skimpy outfit, her tips, that creepy guy on her delivery—Justin. He had never complimented how she looked before. Why didn’t I invite him out for a drink? Maybe he could have been her first blow job instead of…Roger. Maybe it was good that it was Roger, though, considering the mess she made. Cum actually blew out her nose. She had never been more embarrassed in her life.

I did it, though. I sucked my first…cock.

Her feelings for Roger were somewhat more complicated. She wasn’t attracted to the old man in the slightest, but he was helping her break out of her shell. He was good to practice on and explore with. As to his feelings for her, she couldn’t tell. He was obviously attracted to her and it felt nice to be desired…he actually got hard from just looking at her body…but she didn’t know what she’d do if he wanted something more.

Quit over-analyzing, Katie. She had a bad habit of it. The answer really came down to, did I enjoy it?

Yes.

Dressing skimpy, showing off her tits to Roger, getting naked with him, his mouth on my pussy…sucking him off…it had been the most thrilling.., and arousing…day of her life. Strangely, her embarrassment just made her hotter. She couldn’t wait to for morning to go out there in just her nightshirt with no panties. Maybe he’ll accidentally get to see my pussy again.

Katie finally conked out though it only felt like minutes before her blaring alarm woke her up again. Shutting it off, she lay there for a few minutes listening. She smiled when she heard the toilet flush. Roger’s home.

Her smile transformed into a grimace when she sat up. Her head was pounding from the vodka. Ouch. She wasn’t going to let a hangover stop her from having her fun, though.

Roger was making coffee in the kitchen like usual…naked, like usual. Seeing him and the memories of the night before made her nethers tingle.

“Good morning, Roger,” she said, going to the cabinet to fetch an Advil.

“Good morning, hon.”

She smirked as she reached to the top shelf, knowing her nightshirt was riding above her bare ass. As she grabbed the bottle of pills, Roger came up behind her and pressed his naked groin to her backside, pinning her against the counter.

“Did you sleep well?” He asked.

“Not really. I have a splitting headache.”

“Aye, me too.” He subtly humped against her soft bottom.

She lost her train of thought and just stood there feeling his penis grow between her cheeks. Finally, he backed off a little and turned her around.

“God, you are beautiful,” he said. Before she knew what was happening, he pressed his lips to hers and swirled his tongue into her mouth. He tasted like day-old cigarettes. His erection jabbed at her thigh, precariously close to where it shouldn’t be. It also occurred to her at that moment that she had sucked a cock before ever really kissing a guy before. What kind of slut am I? She wasn’t ashamed, though, but giddy.

She didn’t know what she was doing, but she kissed him back to the best of her ability. She thought it strange how she could feel his teeth with her tongue, including the gap in the front.

Breaking off with sloppy strings of saliva, he said, “That was good.”

“Um, thanks.”

“Hold still a sec.” He lifted her nightshirt up to her waist and took a step back, examining her pussy. “I’m really enjoying this no panties thing. Aren’t you?”

“I…uh, I guess so.”

He pushed her shirt up higher over her tits and then palmed one. “I still can’t believe this is how I get to wake up every morning,” he said. “It’s like I’ve died and gone to heaven.”

“Roger…it’s just little old me.”

“There’s nothing little about these babies…okay, I’ll let you get on with your day. I’m sure you have better things to be doing than letting an old ex-con grope you.”

“I…I’m glad you’re happy.”

“Thanks, sweetie. I am. I’ll get you some coffee.” He turned away and Katie pulled her shirt down, though strangely felt a reluctance to do so. “Do you work today?” he asked.

“Yeah, you?”

“Nope. Have the day off. I have a stupid meeting with the PO to assess my progress.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means they determine if I go back to the slammer or not.”

“Roger! That’s a big deal.”

“Eh, I’m working, pissing clean, staying out of trouble…with the law anyway,” he winked at her. “It should be fine.”

“Have you been going to all your meetings and such?”

“Mostly.”

“Roger! You have to be on top of that.”

“I know, I know. That one group meeting is all the way across town. It’s like a two-hour bus ride just to get there.”

“Better than going back to prison, isn’t it? You don’t…you don’t get to play with my tits in prison.” Katie blushed. She never talked like that, but it felt good too.

Roger chuckled. “That’s all the incentive I need.”

They both sipped on their coffee at the dinner table. “Do me a favor today, sweetie?” Roger asked.

“Sure, what?”

“Wear one of your really short skirts to work.”

“Um, why?”

“Give me something to think about while I’m sitting there waiting for my future to be decided for me.”

“I…I don’t know if I can. Some of them are really short…and without panties…”

“That’s the point, dear. The risk…the thrill. You know how to really grab Justin’s attention? Wear one of those mini-skirts and bend over in front of him, flash him that little pussy of yours.”

“Roger! I can’t do that!”

“Why not?”

“I…I just can’t. What will he think of me?”

“That you’re sexy? That you’re someone he desires? Honestly, Katie, what do you have to lose?”

Her palms were sweating just imagining it.

“He could think I’m some sort of perv or fire me or whatever.”

“First of all, he’s never going to fire you. You know that. Second of all, so what if he thinks you’re a perv? Isn’t that better than, no offense, thinking of you as some sexless boring prude?”

Ouch. “Is that really what they think of me?”

“Not so much anymore after your outfit yesterday and definitely not after your outfit today.”

“I guess in a way they’re right. I was a boring sexless prude. Not on purpose, though! I…I just, I don’t know. I never—”

“Katie, you don’t have to explain. It’s okay. You’ve come really far in a really short amount of time. Keep up the momentum. Make them blush for a change.”

“Does that, like, actually work? Flashing him? Shouldn’t I like seduce him with only hints of what lies beneath?”

“Do you think you can really pull that off?”

Katie released the grip she had on her shirt. “Definitely not.”

“Right. This is much easier. Go try one of the mini-skirts on and come back out here so we can test it.”

“Um, okay, I guess.”

Katie returned to her room and rummaged through the stack of new skirts. The first one she pulled out was outrageously short. There was no way she could wear it to work. Why did I let him even buy this one for me?

The next one was still quite short, but it seemed manageable at least—unless I’m bending over—which is the point, I suppose.

Since her skirt was going to be so short, she opted for a more conservative top, at least by the standards of her new wardrobe. She picked out a cream-colored long-sleeved blouse that was cropped below her belly button, leaving only an inch or two of her midriff showing. The drawback was that it was cut low on her chest, exposing more cleavage than she ever remembered showing before. Additionally, the material was thin and though opaque, she’d have to be careful getting it wet near the sink.

“What do you think?” she said, returning to the living room. Roger was plopped on the sofa with his legs spread to show off his semi-hard penis draped over his balls. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever get used to seeing penises.

“Gorgeous. Come closer…now turn around and bend over like your picking up your hat.”

Katie did as commanded, playfully bending over keeping her knees straighter than she normally would. She could feel the back of the skirt rise up over her bare ass.

“Wow,” Roger said. He gripped his quickly-hardening cock. “That’s a pussy, all right.”

Katie popped up. “Oh my god. Is it really that…exposed?”

“Careful where you point that thing…or not,” he chuckled.

“Is it bad?”

“Hon, it’s the most beautiful pussy in the world. Wear it proudly, I say.”

The rest of the morning she debated whether she would actually go through with it or not. Ultimately, though, as she pulled on the skirt after showering, she knew she’d made her decision to do it. The fear was part of the thrill. She was in uncharted territory and determined to ride it out as long and as far as she could. She just hoped she’d be able to catch the look on Justin’s face.

Putting on her hat and tucking her ponytail through the back, she looked positively slutty. Her long slender legs went on for miles and she could feel the cool air on her naked crotch hiding just a few inches above the hem of the skirt. Work was going to be interesting. I’ll just have to be careful.

— SIX —

Katie had lost most of her nerve by the time she pulled her car into its spot behind Lucky’s. Justin’s car was already there, which meant he was inside, which meant…

Take a deep breath.

It took all of her strength not to turn around and go home to change. That didn’t leave much left for her to actually get out of the car and go in either.

The minutes ticked by while she sat, palms sweating, legs twitching, chewing on her lip. The clock clicked over to five after eleven. She was late. She was never late.

Why am I still sitting here? Her tardiness would only draw more attention.

Just go in and act normal. He doesn’t know you’re going commando…yet.

She’d have to find the right time and excuse to pull her little stunt. It had to look accidental…natural. That was the difference between being a sexpot and a slut. Though, what do I know?

Eleven oh eight. Now you’re really late. He’s probably going to call in a minute.

Katie took a deep breath and climbed out of her car. The rear parking lot was desolate at that hour. Later it would be bustling not only with the evening drivers but all the other restaurants and shops around hitting their peak hours. She was thankful that she could get used to walking around in her new outfit before too many people were watching.

The back door chimed as she entered. She could hear Justin on the other side of the oven setting up the make table.

“Um, sorry I’m late,” she called out.

No response.

Okay. She stashed her purse—she rarely used one but her lack of pockets required it—in the back near the office desk and started tying her apron on.

“Holy…!”

Justin’s sharp voice behind her nearly made her jump out of her skin.

“Jesus, Justin!” she said, turning around. She hadn’t even flashed him yet and he was already startled. She didn’t know if that was good or bad.

“Sorry, I…I didn’t hear you come in.” He pointed to the headphones dangling around his neck.

“I called out to you when I arrived. Sorry, I’m late.”

“It’s okay…Katie, what’s going on?”

“What do you mean?”

“Look at you…what are you wearing?”

Katie’s heart sank. “Is there something wrong?”

“No…I mean, are you sure you want to wear that to work in? It looks kind of…impractical.”

“It’s hot out and it’s comfortable. Besides, do you think, you know, that it looks nice?”

“I…” he hesitated. “I’m kind of worried about you delivering dressed like that. There’s a lot of pervs and creeps out there who might take advantage of you coming to their doors alone.”

“I did fine in a skirt yesterday. More than fine. In fact, it was my best day for tips ever. Customers seem satisfied.”

Justin shrugged. “Okay, just, you know, be careful.”

Katie was about to just go to work, but the new her urged her to keep going.  “You, you never answered. Do you think it looks nice?” She did a little twirl.

“Ahem…yes, Katie. It, um, it looks nice on you.”

She smiled and blushed. She said, “Thanks,” but it was more of a squeak than a word, and ran off to start prepping the sauce for the day.

Her first delivery was to a young, fit man wearing nothing but boxers. He lived in a fairly nice house and she wondered what he did for a living that allowed him to be lounging around in the middle of the day on a weekday. His eyes went straight to her legs and then worked their way up her body as she stood there with his pizza. His ear-to-ear grin was all the reassurance she needed about her outfit. He didn’t say anything, but he gave her a sizeable tip. Easy peasy.

Her second delivery was to a small office. The older female receptionist scowled at her as she entered. Fortunately, she wasn’t the one in charge of paying or tipping. Instead, a middle-aged man in a suit came out and performed almost exactly the same set of actions that the first guy had—he scanned her body from her legs to her head with a big ol’ smile on his face. Another sizeable tip. This is almost too easy. She kicked herself for not doing this sooner. She couldn’t flirt, but what she lacked in ability she’d just have to make up for in pure scantiness.

It was late afternoon and Katie returned to the restaurant to find no pending deliveries. She’d been dancing around the idea of flashing Justin all day. Despite Roger’s confidence that it would go over well, she wasn’t sure. Justin didn’t seem like that kind of guy. Then again, she didn’t know what kind of guy he was outside of his role as manager. That’s what they’d always been—friends, sure, but mostly just manager and employee. It would take something bold to get him thinking of her differently.

She decided to fold boxes which were next to the storeroom. If the phone rang, he’d come around and she could accidentally drop a box and pick it up, directly flashing her pussy to him.

God, am I really doing this?

Her heart pounded in her chest as she started on a new pack of pizza boxes. What if he fired her? What if he thought she was some kind of slut? What if he asks me out on a date? She’d been playing it safe her whole life and that had gotten her absolutely nowhere. Come what may, she was determined to go through with it.

Katie jumped when the phone rang. Her hands were shaking. Dropping a box wouldn’t even necessarily be accidental. It rang a second time. Any second Justin would come around the corner to answer it.

After the third ring, she began wondering what was wrong.

As the phone rang a fifth time, he appeared.

Katie let the box slip from her hands. Just as she bent down to pick it up, keeping her knees straight as she had practiced, the ringing stopped.

She glanced behind her only to see Justin turn around to return to his station. Standing behind him, though, was an elderly couple at the counter staring right at her. It was too late to stop and her skirt slipped all the way up her ass.

The old man grinned ear to ear and his wife looked upon her with murder in her eyes.

Katie yelped and nearly tripped trying to turn away.

Justin was obliviously trying to take the couple’s order.

Katie ducked behind a wall just as the old lady said, “I don’t know what kind of place you’re running here, but I don’t appreciate…that…being thrown in my face as soon as I walk in the door. What if a child had come in?”

Katie started to slide to her knees in sheer mortification, but she couldn’t even do that without flagrantly displaying her privates. All she could do was stand there and listen to Justin, the man of her dreams, discuss her vagina with two total strangers.

Kill me now.

The old man was fine with it, but the old lady wouldn’t give up. To make matters infinitely worse, Garrett, of all people, showed up early for his shift and quickly overheard what was going on.

It was her worst nightmare. Not only had Justin not even seen her, but now everyone would know. That wouldn’t even matter, though, because she was surely fired anyway. How was she going to survive? She certainly couldn’t depend on Roger’s income. Maybe I’ll just become a whore. Like she even knew what that meant. She was still a virgin, after all.

After twenty minutes of heated discussion and a grotesquely large gift card, the old couple finally left. As soon as they were out of the lobby, Garrett burst out laughing.

“Stop it,” Justin said. “Katie?” he called out.

She debated fleeing out the back door and driving away never to be seen again. If she was going to flee, though, she should have done it right away. Now she wouldn’t be able to without them catching her. She was left with no choice but to fess up to the crime.

“I’m here,” she called out sheepishly, stepping into the aisle. Justin and Garrett just stopped and stared at her.

Garrett broke the silence. “You can flash me if you want.”

“Stop,” Justin said. “Go do some dishes. Katie…”

The phone started ringing again.

“I need you to stay for the dinner rush but we need to talk later.”

Katie wanted to throw up…and then drive off somewhere far away and never look back. The last thing she wanted to do was stay and keep working. How could she say no, though? At least I still have a job…for now.

The rest of the evening went about as awful as it could have. Garrett, of course, told the rest of the crew what had happened. All night they were dropping boxes and various other items at her feet and asking her to pick them up. Garrett even tried to lift her skirt up with a broom handle but Justin walked by just in time to stop it.

Thankfully, they were busy enough to keep her out on the road most of the time. She seemed to be getting all of the sketchy orders, though, that took her into some of the worst areas they delivered to. One of those areas was an old mobile home park which wasn’t even really a park and they didn’t even have real addresses or, in some cases, luxuries like running water and electricity. They called it The Downs. The worst part about it was that they were so haphazardly arranged that in some areas, she had to park on the street and venture deep inside the park on foot to make the delivery. More than once Justin had considered cutting them off from the delivery zone.

The sun had just set when Katie found herself on one such delivery. The residents had created their own system of addresses, most of which were hand-drawn on wood or cardboard attached to the outside of the homes. Thankfully, she found the place after only modest difficulty and the occupant paid, which sometimes didn’t happen. He even gave her a seventy-five-cent tip. She, a young attractive woman in a ridiculously short skirt and skimpy top, had garnered some attention on the way in and found herself facing three boys not much younger than she blocking her path out between two homes.

“You a hooker or something?” the one in the middle asked before spitting onto the ground.

“No!” Katie said, trying to push past. He grabbed her arm and swung her against the wall. His hand went between her legs but, by all grace, was blocked by her apron from going further. Just then a light flashed on and a portly old woman came out of one of the adjacent homes with a baseball bat.

“Scat, you little hoodlums!” she yelled.

To Katie’s astonishment and great relief, they scattered like frightened cockroaches.

“You okay, miss?” the old lady said.

“Yes, thank you.”

“Don’t thank me. You best get out of here. Should never have come ‘ere dressed like that kind of street trash.”

Katie nodded and ran to her car. She didn’t breathe until she was inside with the door locked and the ignition started. She sped away, pumped full of adrenaline, and wondered why she was on the verge of laughing rather than bawling her eyes out. The old her would have been in hysterics. Then again, that likely never would have happened to the old her. As reckless as it might have been, it was exciting to think that she was so hot those boys could lose control like that. It feels good to be wanted.

Justin was waiting outside when she returned.

“How were your deliveries today?”

“Okay,” she said, not wanting to tell him about what had just happened in The Downs, particularly after the incident earlier.

“Come in, I’ll cash you out. Then we need a word.”

“Yes, sir.”

The phones had stopped ringing. Tran was cleaning the lobby. Garrett was on a delivery and Josh and Pete were in the back folding boxes. Justin cashed her out in silence and then nodded for her to follow him back outside. She had never known him to be so quiet. It terrified her.

Outside he lit up a cigarette and took a deep puff. “I…I don’t even know what to say,” he finally said. “What’s come over you?”

“I don’t know.”

“That’s not good enough, Katie. I could fire you for what happened. You could get arrested for it.”

“I know.”

“Two days ago you were normal. Two days. Now?”

“I know.”

“So…why?”

Katie couldn’t stand it. She couldn’t stand him being upset with her. She couldn’t stand the years of him ignoring her, pretending she barely existed or if she did, never truly seeing her or the feeling she harbored for him. Why was he so blind?

“Katie…” he said.

“I just want to feel pretty!” she yelled. “For once in my life, I want to feel pretty…for you.”

“Wait, wha—”

Katie didn’t wait for him to finish, she just pressed her lips to his and slipped her tongue into his beautiful mouth. He jumped, but he didn’t pull away. After a second, he even began kissing her back.

Seconds, minutes…days…Katie had no sense of how long that kiss went on for other than it kept going and going and she couldn’t get enough. Finally, when her lips were numb and neither of them could breathe, she pulled away heaving. Lips glossy in the street light, Justin had never looked so perfect.

All she could think to do was run away, so she did.

* * * *

Katie barely remembered driving home. Her head was spinning. What had she done? I kissed him, is what! And he…he kissed me back! She had never dared to hope in her wildest dreams that she would live to see such a day. Even if the sky fell and the world ended, or worse, he hated her tomorrow, they had shared that moment and no one could ever take it away from her.

The front door to her house was wide open when she returned home. All the lights were on and Tom Waits was blaring out of the old record player her mother left her.

Looking for Roger, she found him in the kitchen at the back door with a drill and hammer working on one of the hinges.

“ROGER!” she yelled over the loud music.

“WHAT?” he answered. He was in his underwear and covered in sweat.

Katie ran back to the living room and shut down the music. On her way, she glanced down the hall and realized that the doors to the bedrooms and bathrooms were gone.

“Roger, what the hell?” she said, entering the kitchen just as he started the drill.

“What?”

“Stop that this instant! What are you doing to my house?”

The half-empty bottle of whiskey on the counter didn’t go unnoticed.

Roger turned the drill off and threw it to the ground. “Fuck it,” he said, sliding to the floor. He dropped his head between his knees and started sobbing.

“What’s going on?” she asked, coming over to him.

“I can’t do this anymore. I…I’m not made for this. I can’t live here, shut-in like this.”

“Whoa, okay. It’s okay, Roger. Let it out.”

He continued bawling.

“This is why you shouldn’t be drinking,” she said.

He looked up at her. His eyes were solid red and snot was dripping from his nose. “I don’t care. None of it matters. I can’t survive out here. It’s a forlone…forgun…forgone conclusion.”

“Did something happen at your meeting today?”

“Yeah, shit all. The whole goddamned thing is a joke. It’s a fucking game. It’s all rigged!” He tried to stand and reach for the bottle but stumbled back down.

Katie snatched the bottle and put it on top of the fridge. “You don’t need any more of that.”

He started sobbing again.

She had no idea how to help the poor man. He was so broken…he needed professional help but there was no way he’d ever be able to afford it.

“Don’t you want to hear about my day at work today in my tiny little skirt and no panties?”

He glanced up at her. She had his attention.

“You’ll never believe what happened…” she told him about flashing the old couple and how all of her co-workers found out about it. She also told him about the guys in The Downs. She kind of wanted him to get protective of her over it but he didn’t seem concerned in the slightest by what might have happened. She then told him about kissing Justin. She could hardly believe those words were coming out of her mouth.

“Show me…” Roger said.

“Show you what?”

“What you did? To that couple.”

“Flashing them?”

“Yeah.”

Katie smirked. “Okay.” She turned around. “I dropped a box and then bent over just like this.” She bent over, keeping her knees straight. Like before, the skirt slid up her ass, revealing it and the puffy lips between her legs.

The lustful, almost crazed look on Roger’s face as he stared at her snatch sent a shiver down her spine. Suddenly shy, she was about to stand back up when he slid across the floor and buried his face in her ass. She fell against the counter, thankfully catching herself. His tongue snaked up into her slit while he wiggled his nose against her anus.

“Whoa, hey,” she said, squirming under the rough texture of his unshaven face against her sensitive skin.

He crushed her ass cheeks with his hands as he ate her out. His tongue mostly worked her pussy but then he slid it up until he was poking at her tight rosebud anus with it.

“Roger…” she squealed. She couldn’t believe he was licking her there.

Finally, he pulled away. “Ah, your ass is so damn sweet.” He pried her cheeks apart and then peeled her pussy lips open with his thumbs. “Look at that sweet cunny. I can’t believe no cock has claimed it yet.” He spat on it and then once again buried his face into her crack.

Despite her shock, her body was not immune to his handiwork. The sensations of his tongue flicking at pussy, his fingers working her slippery clit, and his nose massaging her anus mixed into a whirlwind of pleasure that swirled up to her brain stem and down to her toes. Moisture dripped down her thighs as he feasted on her and a flame roared to life within her. Just as that flame was near exploding, he pulled away again.

“Okay, honey. Time to lose that virginity.”

Katie had no time to register what he’d said before he picked her up and began carrying her into the living room.

“Roger…wait…ungh…”

He dropped her onto her hands and knees on the cushions of the sofa. Propping her ass up, he yanked down his underwear, freeing his throbbing erection.

Katie froze. Her mind went blank. She gripped the couch with both hands as the man she’d known since childhood prodded her delicate virgin pussy with her his raging erection in search of her opening.

It didn’t take long to find.

She sucked in a deep breath as his spongy head began pushing inside her.

“Ungh…Roger…” She winced as her body split open for him.

He was determined, though, and with one hard thrust, he buried his veiny cock all the way inside her.

“Ahh…!” Then room flashed white in searing pain as he punched through her hymen.

“Oh god…” he growled, so slurred she could barely make it out.

He pulled out only to push back in.

Katie braced as he thrust in and out of her. The pain gradually subsided as her body grew accustomed to the intrusion. Deep down inside somewhere it even started to feel quite good.

Roger reached below her and nearly ripped her blouse yanking it down so he could grab her bare tit. He used her hip for leverage as he drove into her over and over again. The pounding pushed her head deeper and deeper into the sofa to the point that her ass was sticking almost straight up with her folded in half and Roger drilling her from above.

Just as her body was getting used to his penis wedged inside—not just used to it, but warming up to it, craving it even, Roger shoved as deep as he could go and grunted loudly as he blasted her insides with hot sticky cum.

Katie just kind of froze as he continued pumping his seed into her. She could feel his cock twitching with each spurt of his fertile cream into her body.

When he finished, he pulled out and fell back on the couch. Hot cum poured out of Katie’s dilated opening and down her thighs. Without saying a word, he pulled his underwear back up and stumbled off to his room, leaving her lying there like a well-fucked ragdoll.

Did that really just happen? Katie was stunned. She tucked her breast back into her blouse like it was important or something. It really happened. She checked her poor pounded pussy. It was swollen and wet and still open enough that her fingers easily slipped inside her. It didn’t hurt anymore, at least, and there didn’t seem to be any blood.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. She wasn’t supposed to lose her virginity face down on a dirty sofa by a drunken ex-con who essentially just tossed her aside afterward. She had always envisioned Justin, or someone like him, candles, maybe a fancy hotel, strawberries, the Moonlight Sonata playing the background.

Childish dreams.

At least it’s over. She no longer wore the stigma of a virgin. She was a woman now. While she should have been furious with Roger for the way he did it, maybe raw and rough was exactly what she needed. Left completely up to her, she would have spent her whole life waiting for that perfect moment that would never come. All the teasing, the exposure, the oral—she’d known all along what it was leading to. If Roger had asked politely to screw her, she likely would have chickened out. She would have made some excuse and she would have kept going on as the pathetic virgin girl who was letting the best years of her life fly by with nothing to show for it.

The most troubling part of it was what it meant for her relationship with Roger. She didn’t know where they stood anymore. Was he going to keep fucking her? Even just thinking about it was strange. Did she even want that? She wanted Justin—she’d kissed him only a couple of hours earlier—and now fucked another guy. Who was she? How was she going to get Justin if she and Roger were screwing?

Life had been so simple before Roger came along. Simple and boring and lonely. As burdensome as the choices were that she faced, she was glad to have them. It meant she was living. This is what it means to be normal.

She straightened her skirt. Her crotch was a sticky wet mess and the living room reeked of sex. He probably shouldn’t have cum inside her, though at least she got the full experience. She had quite enjoyed the sensation of his hot cream filling her.

On her way to the bathroom, she remembered that Roger had removed all the doors. She could see him passed out on his bed snoring away. There was a small wet spot on the front of his underwear. That’s from fucking me.

She shivered.

Showering was strange without a bathroom door. She hoped Roger wouldn’t leave it to her to put them back on. She was capable—she’d been doing home repairs since forever—but it was a pain and she really didn’t feel like doing it. What was even the point of removing them?

Clean and ready for bed, Katie went to her doorless room only to realize that her window curtains were also missing, allowing her to see right into her neighbor’s house. Thankfully, it was dark. She rolled her eyes and climbed in bed.

Life sure had become interesting.

— SEVEN —

Katie rolled over and shut off her alarm. The sun was pouring in through her curtainless window. She had the sudden feeling she was being watched but when she sat up and peeked outside, no one was there, though she caught a hint of movement in the drapes on her neighbor’s window.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It wasn’t just the start of a new day, but of a new era in her life. The old, young, naïve Katie was dead and gone. The new, confident, sexy, woman Katie was just getting started.

She glanced at her doorless doorway and sighed. What’s the deal with the doors? Roger was a strange one, for sure, but he had done what she herself couldn’t—he’d broken her out of her self-imposed prison just as he’d managed to escape his…mostly anyway. Still, the drinking was going to have to stop if he was going to freak out whenever he got drunk. What was next? The front door? The windows?

Adjusting her nightshirt so it at least somewhat covered her naked crotch, she walked down the hall making it only to the bathroom where Roger was on the toilet sans clothes. She tried to quickly pass by.

“Aye!” he said as she passed. “Come ‘ere.”

Katie reluctantly backtracked, poking her head around the door frame to talk to him. “Good morning,” she said, strangely nervous.

“Good morning, to you, hon. I’ve got a raging headache.”

“You drank a lot.”

“I did. Too much. Come in here.”

Katie sniffed the air. It seemed fine so she stepped into the bathroom with him. It was small and the only place to really stand was next to him in front of the sink.

“Roger…we should talk—”

“There’s a jar of vaseline in that drawer there. Fetch it, will you?”

“Oh, um, sure,” she said. She fished around in the drawer next to the sink to find the small jar. “About last night—”

“Wonderful, eh? Open that jar up and scoop out a glob.”

Katie obeyed without thinking too much about it. “As you know, that was, you know, my first time.”

“Oh was it?” he chuckled, winking at her. “Smear that into your hands.”

Katie rubbed her hands together, smearing the petroleum jelly out over her palms. “Don’t you think we should talk about it? I mean…it was kind of, I don’t know, rough, don’t you think?”

“First time’s always going to be painful. Give me your hand.” Roger took her hand and pressed it to his flaccid penis, curling her fingers around his shaft. “Give that a little massage, will ya?”

Geeze, he never stops… Katie began tugging on Roger’s penis if anything to get him to focus on what she was trying to say. “I just mean…Roger, I’m kind of worried about you.”

“Oh, that’s good,” he said. His penis quickly thickened in her hand. “Been trying to get hard all morning.”

“Roger, are you listening to me?”

“Yes, yes, I’m listening. Keep it up, though. It feels wonderful.”

“You really freaked me out last night. You took the doors off!”

“Mmmm…I know. Not sure why I did that. Feeling a bit claustrophobic, I guess. I’ll put them back on. Oh yeah, like that…”

His cock was rock solid in her hand but she kept pumping it. “That’s not the point…”

Roger lifted the front of her nightshirt, exposing her mound. “As beautiful as that cunny is, you really ought to shave that hair off.”

“Um…what?”

“Don’t get me wrong, I love the fur as much as the next guy, but I think it would look better bald. Why don’t you shave that puppy today, okay?”

“I…”

“Now come on over here.” He pulled her in front of him so that she was straddling his knees. “Down you go.”

Gripping her waist, he guided her to the tip of his engorged penis. She flinched as the slippery head pressed into her sensitive slit.

“Hey, whoa,” she said, not really resisting.

“Put it in,” he said.

A rush of hormones flooded Katie’s brain. She’d barely woken up, barely even comprehended that she’d had sex once and now his penis was about to go inside her again. His shaft was lubricated enough to begin slipping inside her on its own.

Without knowing why or whether this was even what she really wanted, she reached between her legs and positioned his cock at her opening as she sank her weight down on it. This time, there was no pain as it wormed into her.

“Oh, that’s right, honey. Get nice and comfortable there,” Roger said. “You like sitting on my cock, don’t you?”

Katie was still too shocked to form a simple answer. Instinctively, she began humping up and down, aware of every fat fleshy inch of the penis sliding in and out of her.

“Fuck, you’re tight.”

Roger humped back, driving deep into her. While she held onto the back of the toilet for leverage, he lifted her shirt up over her large bouncing breasts.

She was doing it again. Sex. Twice in just a handful of hours.

Roger pulled her forward against his body, burying his face in her bosom. The coarse hair of his chest tickled her skin and the smell of stale whiskey and cigarettes mixed with the odor of her juices as they began spilling out over his cock.

Her loins began dripping fluid down his shaft. A sensation like a hot ball of light began growing between her clit and her belly. The harder and deeper he thrust, the more intense the feeling. She bucked back, bouncing in desperation for release. The warmth spread out to her hands and feet and face like tendrils swirling through her body. Just when she thought it peaked, that the dam would burst, that she couldn’t take any more, the pleasure intensified yet more. Only when Roger began shaking and grunting and his cock swelled, stretching her open as she’d never been stretched before, did the tension finally break, flooding her mind, her body, and her soul with white-hot light.

Time stopped. She was floating, incorporeal, comprised of pure bliss.

When the floodwaters finally cleared and her subsiding climax dropped her back into reality, she realized once again that she was in her filthy bathroom, straddling a much-older former inmate on a dirty toilet while his cock was pumping her fertile womb full of cum.

“Jesus,” Roger said, grunting. “Lord almighty, sister. That was godly.”

Katie was suddenly embarrassed. She pulled her shirt down over her breasts. Roger’s cock twitched inside her.

“Thought we lost you there a second,” he said.

“I…I…that was crazy. What was that?”

“A real orgasm. Not one of those fake ones with your fingers. Hard too, by the looks of it. I guess you’ve never cum on a real cock before.”

Katie was shaking. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to throw up or kiss him.

He ran his hands up under her shirt and over her breasts. “You have the body of a goddess.”

“I’m going to go make some coffee.” She started to pull off but Roger held her firmly in place.

“Before you go, I’m gonna do you a solid since you’ve been such a good little cum-dumpster this past couple of days.”

“Ew, don’t say that…”

“Just playing with you, hon. Anyway, since I know you’re too chicken shit to do it—no offense—I’m going to invite your little friend Justin over for a drink tonight.”

“Wait, what?” Justin. She had momentarily forgotten about him.

“Well, we can’t really leave it up to you two cowards.”

“Hey, we kissed on our own!”

“Yeah, after how many years? Don’t tell me you don’t want me to bring him over.”

“I…I do…but…”

“But what?”

“What are you planning?”

“Beers and whatever comes from that. I’m not devious like your mother.”

“Okay…just…”

“Just what?”

“Just, you know. Can you maybe help get things going and then…”

“Bugger off?”

“Yeah, sorry, I don’t mean to sound rude. I’d really like some alone time with him.”

“You little harlot. Already wanting to taste another cock?”

“Roger!”

He chuckled as he lifted her off of his own wilting cock. “I’m just giving you shit. The more cocks the merrier, right? A young woman like you should be experimenting. Don’t worry, I’ll bugger off and leave you two lovebirds to your own. Anything for you, sweetie.”

* * * *

Katie was glad she had the day off so she could catch up on normal things like cleaning and errands.  After fucking her on the toilet, Roger had convinced her to spend the morning naked with him while they prepared and ate breakfast. Going about the house in her birthday suit was strange but enthralling. She had tried to clean up the mess he’d left leaking out of her but he told her to leave it. So, not only was she on full display for Roger’s feasting eyes while she performed ordinary tasks like washing dishes, but his cum was slowly seeping out of her and down her thighs the entire time.

All she could think about, though, was what Roger had said about inviting Justin over. Would he really do it? Would Justin really come? The house was a mess. They needed food. What to make? She doubted he wanted leftover pizza. They needed beer too. So much to do.

Katie was just finishing cleaning the kitchen, still naked when Roger came over and peeked out the back door. He was ready for work in a pair of torn jeans and an over-sized t-shirt he’d received from the donation center.

“How many dogs does that guy have?” he said.

“Who? Mr. Robertson?”

“Yeah.”

“Is he out there?”

“Yep, with a pack of ‘em.”

“He lets them out every once in a while. You shouldn’t spy, though. He’ll see you.”

“So? What’s he doing…oh…I see.”

“What?”

Roger opened the door wider. “Come take a look.”

“I’m naked!”

“Scared of him seeing you in the nude?”

“I’d rather not if I can help it.”

“Do you really think he hasn’t already seen you through your window?”

“Roger!” Katie squealed. “No thanks to you removing the curtains. I try not to think about that.”

“You are the shyest person in the world, I’m sure of it. Come ‘ere.” Roger pulled her over and into the open doorway.

“Eek! Roger!”

Had Katie not screamed, she probably would have been fine, but the noise caught the attention of the dogs, which ran over to the chain-link fence and began barking up a storm.

“Shut up!” a crackling voice hollered from behind some bushes.

Katie tried to back into the house but Roger was blocking her way. All she could do was cover her exposed body with arms as best she could as her old neighbor appeared and glanced right at her.

“Oh my god,” she whispered, struggling against Roger who held her there.

“Oye, hi, neighbor!” Roger called out from behind her.

Mr. Robertson had a scowl on his face and just nodded in acknowledgment before calling his dogs back to his house.

Katie managed to slip under Roger’s arm and back into the kitchen. “I can’t believe you did that!”

“I was just being neighborly,” he said, closing the door.

“You’re a jerk.”

Roger chuckled. “I know. He seems lonely. Just giving him a cheap thrill.”

“At my expense.”

“I told you that body of yours is too precious to keep hidden. Besides, he’s just a harmless lonely old man. I can relate to that.”

“Don’t you need to get to work?”

“Aye, I suppose I do. Don’t tell me, though, that wasn’t just a wee bit exciting for you.”

Katie scowled and turned back to the drying the dishes. She hated that Roger seemed to know her innermost thoughts and feelings even when she refused to acknowledge them to herself. He was right, as embarrassing as it was, a bolt of pleasure had shot through her body when the old man appeared around that bush.

Geesh, one day of sex and I’m already a pervert.

Roger pressed against her from behind. “I’m off now, sweetie.” He wrapped one arm around her and squeezed her breast while cupping her ass with his other hand.

“Have fun. I’ll have things ready when you get back.”

“I’m sure you will. Wear one of your new outfits.”

“I will…”

Roger nibbled on her neck and then slid his hand down her front between her legs. “And shave this off,” he said, teasing her pubic hair.

“Um…okay.”

“Good girl.” He spanked her. “And you should think about teasing old man Robertson over there more often. It would be the neighborly thing to do.”

After Roger left, Katie got ready to head to the store. By habit, she reached for a pair of baggy jeans but caught herself. Instead, she picked out a mid-thigh-length skirt, which was the longest one she had left that wasn’t dirty, and a long-sleeved crop top that left about eight inches of midriff exposed. Having to only worry about two small items of clothing was easy, at least, though leaving the house without a bra or panties under her skirt was still nerve-wracking.

The remainder of the day and evening went agonizingly slow. Katie tried to keep herself busy with cooking and cleaning. She’d picked up meat and fixings to make tacos later, though she couldn’t remember if Justin liked Mexican food. That was something she felt like she should know but couldn’t remember. What if he brings it up? What if he hates it? And the house…she tried to put the door back on the bathroom at least, but Roger, in his drunken state removing it, bent the hinges and stripped out two of the screws. Not having a door on the bathroom was going to be difficult to explain.

By the time the sky grew dark, Katie was a nervous wreck. Several times, she almost called the restaurant to tell Roger to call it off. Then she remembered kissing Justin and all her stress and worry melted away…at least for a moment.

She had put off shaving until the last minute, having almost forgotten Roger’s request…or order. She had never even considered shaving her pubic hair off before and had to look up a video online to figure out how. Strangely, watching videos of other women shave was kind of hot. Porn had never been something that interested her but maybe she’d have to rethink that…

After trimming the fine hair with a small pair of scissors, she lathered it up, which felt quite nice. She paid extra special attention to her clit, just to, you know, make sure it was well-coated even though the razor was going nowhere near that area. Using extreme caution, she razored off every little bit of hair she could find. The result was a pussy as smooth as a baby’s bottom. She hadn’t seen her womanly parts like that since before puberty and it made her feel vulnerable. That was the point, she supposed—so Roger…and Justin maybe…could have unfettered access to both view and touch her womanly delights. That she had two men to consider…she shivered. It’s all yours if you want it, Justin.

* * * *

They would be home just after midnight. Katie had the food prepped, beer in the fridge, and some chips and salsa out on the coffee table. The house even looked in somewhat presentable shape. Someday, when she had the money to do so, she’d replace all the furniture. The house hadn’t been remodeled since they first moved in when she was a child.

Katie initially planned to wear the same skirt as earlier, but feeling naughty, she opted for one of her shortest ones. After all, there was no way she could wear it in public so where else was she going to wear it? The skirt was scandalously small—barely covering her crotch in the in front while standing. It was also skin tight and prone to riding up as she moved. That was okay, though. She also wanted to send a clear message to Justin that this was more than just a friendly hang out. If he was any kind of man like Roger, it wouldn’t take much to rile him up. As for her top, the one she had on was sufficient. It was tight and highlighted her figure well.

With everything set, all Katie could do was wait. She sank down on the sofa, cracked open a beer, and munched on chips and salsa. Just the act of sitting caused her skirt to slip upward enough to show her pussy. It wasn’t too bad if she kept her legs closed. She was going to have to watch it. She didn’t want him to think she was a slut or worse…desperate.

Who am I kidding? He probably isn’t even coming. She really needed to get Roger a cell phone so they could communicate better. She was so nervous that a big part of her would have been relieved if he didn’t show up. Crushed,  but also relieved.

She got her answer when she heard a truck pull into the driveway. Justin’s truck.

Trying to look natural, Katie shifted on the sofa and turned the TV on to some old movie.

Roger came in first, looking exhausted, and Justin, carrying a twelve-pack of beer, followed.

“Hey, Katie,” he said. It was strange seeing him in her house. He looked taller.

“Hi, Justin,” she responded, standing up. “Oh, you brought beer. I bought some for us earlier.”

“Oh, I just…you know, didn’t want to show up empty-handed.”

“It’s okay. I’ll put some in the fridge.”

“The more the merrier,” Roger said. “Hand me one of those first, sweetie.”

Katie passed out beers, including a second one for Roger who downed his first in two gulps and put the rest away in the fridge.

“How was work?” she asked, returning to the living room. Roger had plopped down on his favorite spot on the couch and Justin had taken a chair. She had hoped Roger would let them sit next to each other, but apparently, that was too much to ask for.

“Busy as hell,” Roger said.

“It wasn’t bad,” Justin added. “So, this is where you live, huh?”

“Yeah. It’s my mom’s house, really.”

“That’s right. I think you told me that.”

“Bitch up and vanished,” Roger said. “At least she left the house.”

Katie carefully sat down on the sofa and sipped her beer.

“Fucking hell,” Roger spat out after several seconds of awkward silence. “You two just kill me.”

“What does that mean?” Katie asked.

Roger turned to Justin. “Look at ‘er. Ain’t she a pretty little thing?”

Justin shifted in his seat. “Yes, for sure.”

“I mean, look at that tiny little skirt she wore.” He flicked at it with his finger.

Katie instinctively pushed his hand away, eliciting a chuckle.

“Do you know,” he continued, “that she has the biggest damn crush on you?”

“Roger!” Katie squealed.

“What? No sense pussyfooting around it anymore. She talks about you non-stop.”

“Oh my god, I do not!” Katie covered her burning red face with her hands.

“Katie…” Justin said. His face was turning red as well.

“Oh, don’t be shy, Kates,” Roger said. “Justin here has a crush on you too. He told me as much earlier.”

“Whoa, Roger,” Justin said. “Maybe me and Katie should just talk about this.”

“We are talking,” Roger said. “If we left it up to you two, we’d be celebrating the next century before anything happened. I can understand her side of it. She’s never had a boyfriend before.”

“Roger!” she yelled again, still hiding her face.

“Oh, hush. It’s no big deal. But for you, man, what’s your excuse? Haven’t you got something to ask her?”

Justin chugged his beer. “You’re right. Katie…”

She lifted her head, peeking between her fingers. “Yes?”

He leaned forward and she was sure he would have grabbed her hand if Roger wasn’t sitting between them. “Would you, you know, want to be my girlfriend?”

Katie’s face crumpled so she dropped her head again, stifling her crying with her arms. She nodded because it was all she could do.

“All right, all right,” Roger said, rubbing her back while she sobbed. “No crying over it.”

She sniffled, fighting to regain her composure. She was so happy it was beyond words.

“Now get over there and kiss the man. Don’t leave him hanging like that.”

Katie smiled and practically ran over to Justin, falling into his lap, and kissed him right on the lips. He kissed her back, slipping his tongue into her mouth. Their fingers locked together and she basked in the warmth of his body against hers. She swore she heard angels singing. It was the happiest moment of her life.

Roger went and got another round of beers while they continued kissing.

“Okay, that’s enough for now, you two,” he said when he returned. She had barely noticed he was gone. He helped Katie off of Justin’s lap even though neither of them wanted to move. “Have a seat, Katie,” Roger said, patting the sofa next to him. “Now that that’s over with, there are some things we need to talk about.”

Roger chugged his third beer. He was already slurring his words.

“I think we can manage on our own,” Katie said.

“I know. You’re both adults now. Still, we have to sort some things out. Justin, did you know that Katie was a virgin until last night?”

Justin almost spat his beer out choking.

“Roger! Stop it!” Katie yelled. His seeming intentional embarrassment of her was no longer funny.

“What? He should know, don’t you think? I bet you can guess who took it from her. That’s right, you’re looking at ‘im.”

“Okay, what the hell is this?” Justin said. “Is that true?”

“Don’t get your panties in a knot, son. Katie’s head over heels for you. She and I, though, we’ve developed a special sort of relationship. She ain’t never had no one to teach her the ways of womanhood, you know? So, I’ve been showing her. I’m sure you’ve noticed the change. You can thank me for even being here tonight.”

“I’m not sure what that means,” Justin said. He was on the edge of his chair like he was ready to bolt out the door.

“Roger, can you please stop?” Katie said. “Justin, I’m sorry about this.”

“Now, hold on a minute. Just hear me out. Katie’s learning things about herself that she didn’t even know were possible, aren’t you, honey?”

Still bowed to her knees on the couch, she just shook her head in morbid humiliation.

Roger rubbed her back, even slipping his hand under the back of her shirt which nearly caused it to slip up over her breast.

“No need to feel embarrassed.”

“Maybe I should go,” Justin said.

“Now, just hold on a second. I didn’t mean to upset you all.”

“Well, you are,” Katie said.

“Okay, calm down. Everyone calm down. I know I’ve lost my manners while rotting in a cell for ten years. I’m sorry.”

Katie sat up, sniffling. “It’s okay, Roger,” she said, rubbing his leg. “Sometimes things just come out of your mouth and I don’t think you understand how they impact people.”

“Maybe not.”

“Let’s just drop this and eat before it gets cold,” Katie said.

Justin stood and for a second she thought he was going to head to the door. Instead, he smiled and followed her into the kitchen. “Are you okay?” he whispered.

“Yeah. I’m so sorry about him.”

“It’s okay. I can’t imagine going through what he did…what you have. Did you and him really…?”

Katie sighed. “Yes. It’s not like I love him or anything. Gross. I just…I don’t know. It’s embarrassing. Can we talk about it later?”

“Sure. If it did really bring us together tonight, though, then I’m glad for it.”

“Really? Me too, I guess.”

“And I suppose I have him to thank for that outfit you have on?”

“Yes, he bought it for me. I never would have on my own.”

The mood lightened as they ate tacos and drank more beer. Roger and Justin, it turned out, had a shared love of all things camping. Roger had taken Katie and her mom camping once when she was young but all she remembered was them fighting so badly they went home early. Justin, it turned out, was quite the outdoorsman.

“Recently, I’ve picked up crossbow hunting,” he said.

“Hunting?” Katie said. “The poor animals.”

“I don’t hunt big game, just rabbits and such. They’re an invasive species, you know. Hunting them actually helps the environment.”

“I didn’t know that.”

By the time they’d eaten their fill, the coffee table was littered with beer bottles. Katie was dizzy but having the time of her life. To just sit there and chill with Justin and Roger…it was like she’d finally found her family. Her real family.

“I guess I have you to thank for that little mishap she had at work yesterday,” Justin said.

“Aye,” Roger responded. “Busted. I put her up to it. She was supposed to flash you, not a counter full of people.”

“It wasn’t full of people!” Katie said. “Just two people…”

“Why, though?” Justin said.

“She was trying to get your attention, son.”

Justin glanced at her. “You already had it. You’ve had it for a long time. I guess you just didn’t see it.”

“I thought you didn’t see me,” she said.

“That’s not the only reason, though, is it, Katie?” Roger said. “She likes it, you know. Showing off.”

“What? I do not.”

“Yes, you do. She was showing off to our neighbor just this morning.”

“You made me! He practically pushed me outside naked.”

Justin looked confused.

“I made you…hogwash!” Roger started tickling her. She rolled onto her back trying to fend him off but was laughing so hard she couldn’t even breathe.

“Whoa,” Justin said suddenly.

With her knees bent to her chest, Justin was getting a clear shot of her bare-naked vulva.

“Eek!” she squealed, trying to cover her crotch with one hand while fighting off Roger with the other.

“Oh, look who’s being shy now? You weren’t so shy at work, were you?” Roger pulled her hand away and spread her legs open. “Wow, you shaved it.”

“Oh god…” Katie said, catching her breath. As she lay there with Roger prying her knees open and her bare pussy on full display for them both, a sudden, paralyzing wave of pleasure washed over her.

“Just look at that, will you? It’s a thing of beauty.”

Justin appeared uncomfortable, but he didn’t look away either.

Katie closed her eyes and lay limply while Roger pulled her legs wider. He even propped her hips upon his knee. A million thoughts stirred in her head a jumbled mush of nonsense. Justin was still there…as long as he was there, it was okay…right?

She squeaked when Roger spat on his fingers and rubbed them up and down her slit. “This is what she was trying to show you, brother. It’s what I was trying to say earlier, albeit without much grace. She loves showing herself off. Gets off on it. Just look at her…all red in the face and neck. She’s already slick as a weasel too.”

Was she really doing this? Was she really exposing herself to the man she’d been obsessed with for years? But Roger…what did Justin think about Roger doing it? Touching her like that in front of him?

“Ungh…” she moaned as Roger slipped a finger inside her.

“She still so tight you’d never guess she’d been fucked silly twice already.”

“T…twice?” Justin said. His voice was shaky.

“Oh yeah, once last night, and once this morning on the toilet. Look at her, though. She’s begging for more, aren’t you, sweetie?”

Katie didn’t know what to say. She wished it was Justin’s fingers inside her, not Roger’s, but maybe she’d get her wish soon enough.

“Come up here, honey,” Roger said pulling her upright onto his lap facing her new boyfriend. He spread her legs open and ran his hands up her tight tummy. “Let’s free these babies.” A surge of pleasure ripped through her body as he pushed her top up over her breasts. They each fell out with a bounce…one…two.

Justin was biting his lip as he looked on—his eyes burning holes in her. She hoped he thought she was pretty enough. A guy like him could get any girl he wanted.

When Roger prompted her to sit up, she thought he was sending her over to Justin finally just like they’d planned and that he’d bugger off. She wanted nothing more than for Roger to leave so she could climb back onto her lover’s lap and offer herself to him, body and soul. Roger stopped her, though, when she tried to stand all the way up. Instead, he unzipped his pants and pushed them down to his thighs along with his underwear, freeing his solid erection.

“Come on back now,” he said, pulling her back to his lap.

Wait! she wanted to protest. Roger was just supposed to help things…to get them started…

Roger’s engorged penis prodded at her slippery opening.

He’s going to fuck me…in front of Justin…

Roger’s thick penis slid deep inside her tight hole.

The blood drained out of Justin’s face as he looked on like a deer caught in headlights.

What’s he thinking?

Roger began bouncing her hips up and down on him. His cock see-sawed in and out of her tight, soaking wet vagina, sending tendrils of pleasure shooting through her. It wasn’t supposed to be Roger’s cock, this time, though. This was supposed to be Justin.

Fuck…

She could see her new boyfriend cracking.

Take me away, Justin! I’m yours!

He didn’t move a muscle, though, and Roger just kept bouncing her on his prick, impaling her deeper and deeper with each thrust. He even scooted forward and then pulled her back as if to give her boyfriend an even more obscene view of Roger’s slimy cock pistoning in and out of her body.

Katie succumbed to the onslaught. She went limp as the much older man used her body as his personal fuck toy. Not even Justin mattered anymore. That cock filling her was her universe.

The depravity, the humiliation, the awful mixture of pain and lust in Justin’s eyes, Roger’s thick criminal penis penetrating her—she climaxed hard.

Roger kept going, faster and faster, pummeling her insides with his rock-hard dick. Finally, with a loud grunt, his shaft swelled and burst cum into her like a fire hose.

“Oh fuck me!” he growled, pinning her hips down so he could shoot as deep inside her as possible.

When he was finally done twitching and all that remained of her orgasm was a blissful afterglow, Katie opened her eyes and glanced at her boyfriend across from her…

We’ve been together for less than a night and I just fucked someone else in front of him.

Roger sat up. His wilted prick slipped out of her amid a torrent of watery cum. “Looks like you’re up, mate,” he said to Justin. He slapped Katie’s hip to get her up.

As she stood, cum drained down her thighs and fell to the carpet at her feet. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

She moved toward Justin, unsure of what she was even offering. Was this how her first time with him was going to be? Sloppy seconds in front of another man old enough to be her dad?

Justin jumped to his feet as she approached. “I…” He was shaking his head.

“Wait…” she said.

“I can’t…I have to go.”

“No, wait!” she yelled as he rushed to the front door.

He paused long enough to turn and say, “I’m sorry, Katie. I can’t do this. I’m sorry.” He couldn’t even look her in the eyes.

She dropped to her knees sobbing as the door opened and slammed shut. He was gone.

Roger was sprawled out on the couch with a beer in one hand and his pants still around his thighs.

“You were supposed to leave!” she yelled.

“That little shit ain’t worth it if he’s going to treat you that way.”

“You ruined it! Why did I let you interfere? We were doing perfectly before this.” Katie bawled, tears pouring down her face.

Roger just shrugged and took a sip of beer.

It was if the world had collapsed in on itself and swallowed her with it.

Katie ran to her bedroom and flung herself onto her bed. She couldn’t even slam the door because she didn’t have a damn door anymore.

She sobbed and sobbed into her pillows until she was too tired to even cry anymore.

— EIGHT —

The room was dark when Katie was shaken awake. She sat up on her elbows, still naked, and looked up to see Roger silhouetted in the hallway light hovering over her.

“You okay, honey?”

Katie’s eyes burned from crying and her nose was stuffy. The pain of Justin leaving hit her anew. “I don’t know,” she said.

“I came in to apologize. I truly meant no harm.”

“I know you didn’t, Roger, but you caused it nonetheless. What is he going to think of me now? God, how am I going to go back to work? He’ll probably tell everyone what happened.”

“I honestly didn’t think it would go like that. I guess I’m terrible at reading people anymore. Prison got me all twisted up. Don’t worry about Justin, though. He’ll come around—he really likes you. I know I have to go. I just screwed up your life. I’m nothing but a burden and a fuck up. You were better off without me.”

Katie sighed. “It’s not all your fault, Roger. I’m mad at myself, mostly. It’s not like you forced me. And you aren’t bad for me or a burden. Like you said, Justin never would have even been over if it weren’t for you pushing me out of my shell. We never would have kissed…I’d still just be that invisible tomboy who skates through life without anyone noticing. You’ve changed that. I just wish maybe I had more self-control.”

“Life’s too short for self-control.” He patted her bare bottom. “You are wise beyond your years, Katie.”

“I guess I thought he’d be into it. That he’d like me more if he saw me like that. Isn’t that what guys want?”

“It is and it isn’t. We’re pretty simple until it comes to people we really care for. Take it as a compliment that he didn’t just bang the shit out of you and leave. It means he genuinely likes you.”

“Really?”

“You’ll have to get him over that jealous streak, though. That won’t do at all.”

“Oh? Why is that?”

Roger chuckled. “Do you mean it when you say I can stay?” He rubbed up and down her inner thigh. “If I stay, I’m not sure we can go back to how things were at first…I don’t know if I can resist.” He began tickling her pussy with his fingertips.

“Mmm…” Katie moaned, biting her lip. “I…I know.”

Roger slipped a finger into her slippery slit.

She moaned again. “This has been the most exciting couple of weeks of my life.”

“Mine as well,” Roger said, worming a finger inside her.

“Here,” she said, flipping onto her back. She spread her legs and placed his hand back on her pussy. “Easier access.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Roger fingered her but stopped just short of her climax. She helped him get his underwear off and wrapped her legs around him as he climbed on top of her.

He rammed his tongue into her mouth as he pushed his cock inside her for the second time that evening.

“Oh fuck, you have the best pussy I’ve ever felt. Thank you, thank you, thank you for this.”

He didn’t last long, injecting her fertile womb with yet another massive load of spunk. Katie never quite reached orgasm, but it felt good nonetheless. Even without climax, sex was hot and a welcome distraction from her sorrow.

Roger collapsed next to her when he was done. “We’re going to have a lot of fun together,” he said. “And don’t worry—there will be room for Justin as well.”

“I’m not so sure about that.”

“Have faith, honey.”

“I’m trying.”

“What do you say with your next paycheck we buy you some lingerie to wear around the house?”

“Tired of my nightshirt?”

“I love that shirt—particularly without panties—but you know, let’s see if we can crank it up a notch or two.”

“Um, sure.”

“And I have some new outfit ideas for work that you—and every other hot-blooded male—are going to love.”

“Okay,” she said giggling.

* * * *

Early the next morning…

“I can’t talk long, she’s still asleep,” Roger whispered into the cell phone he kept hidden in his room. “What do you want?”

“I want to know if it’s going as planned,” the woman’s voice said on the other end.

“It’s going as planned. Satisfied?”

“How soon is she going to leave?”

“I don’t know. It hasn’t come up yet.”

“Roger, I’m waiting to get my house back. We’re waiting.”

“You and your new family, you mean?”

“It’s MY house,” the woman shrieked.

“Yeah, that I paid at least half for.”

“It’s in my name.”

“Look, I think she finally actually trusts me. Give me some time, I’ll convince her to go. Or you could just come, you know, take the house yourself. Oh wait, your new hubby doesn’t know about her, does he?”

“Mind your own damn business. Like you’re some saint. Have you fucked her yet? You have, haven’t you? I bet if she looks anything like I did at her age, you couldn’t resist that nubile young body, especially after ten years in the can.”

“She’s nothing like you.”

“You totally fucked her. I always knew there was a secret harlot hiding inside her.”

“Like mother, like daughter, I guess.”

“You should be happy. You get a younger, newer me. Works for me. I no longer have to deal with your ass.”

“And yet you keep finding ways to suck me back in.”

“Hey, you get a place to live out of prison and a pretty slit to warm your prick.”

“Goodbye, Rebecca.”

“Don’t take forever. Paco’s son gets out in a couple of weeks. He’s going to need a place nearby.”

“Don’t worry. I intend on sticking to our arrangement.”

Roger hung up the phone and walked to Katie’s room. He glanced down at her young naked body peacefully sleeping away. His cock twitched. So far, it had been almost too easy. Would Katie fall in line with the rest of their plan? Something told him the rest wasn’t going to be so simple.

To be continued…