door open when she pulled into the driveway, and then into the garage, stopping next to my Volvo. Once the garage door closed, she seemed to calm down considerably, and after getting out of her car, planted a kiss on me that damn near curled my toes. After that, I wasn't reluctant about holding her asscheek in my hand as we went back into the main part of the house. I had a smallish (a touch under 3000 square foot) 3-bedroom, 2-bath house, with one of the bedrooms set up as a home office/lab that I used as part of my business as an independent engineer (I focused on distributed control/automation systems). Once settled back into the 'family' room, we settled down to just talk for a little while.
As intelligent as she was, and incredibly mature at 16, we got along surprisingly well, despite our nearly 30- year age difference: we'd found that we were quite comfortable sitting and talking, or – most amazingly of all – simply being together; reading, listening to music (she'd learned an appreciation of my preferred Classical music), or simply sitting there.
After a while, I offered to give a tour of the place, and she readily agreed. Starting in the room we were in, I explained all the things that I'd had done to the place. From there, to the living room area, then to the 'spare' bedroom that I'd actually furnished as a bedroom, if sparsely. Then to my home office, which seemed to impress her mightily -
'How much is all this stuff worth?', 'Oh, new, it cost probably somewhere between a hundred-fifty and two hundred thousand; it's worth less now.' – when she saw all the test equipment, my intranet, computers, and all the electronics. The master bedroom was next, where she saw that I lived a fairly simple lifestyle with fairly simple tastes: Queen-sized bed, simple – but high-quality – furnishings, plain designs for linens and such. Then on to the kitchen, which was equipped as expected, but laid out better than most. It was there that she finally noticed that as we'd walked through the house, lights had come on and then gone off without me touching any switches, and that the kitchen had a touch screen LCD display. Asking me about it, I explained that the house was a semi-custom design, and custom built: I'd deliberately had it constructed in such a way as to make adding a home automation and control system easy. From there, I had to explain that the house was able to detect people, and switched lights on and off as necessary, as well as monitoring the time of day, weather, and so on to minimize energy consumption; it was even able to 'remember' what my routine was, and simulate it (with minor variations) while I was gone, so as to convince a potential burglar that I was actually home. I even had to demonstrate the voice- controlled distributed audio/video and communications systems by standing in the middle of the kitchen, calling Jan on the phone, and talking to her without touching anything, and having an HBO channel display on the LCD screen in the kitchen.. She went on to ask about the house itself, and I had to tell her the story of how I'd had to fight with the designer to get permission to modify it from his original plans to something*I* could use, and then tried 3 different builders before I found an independent willing to do the quality kind of job I wanted, as opposed to the minimum-standard called 'The Code'. She even laughed when I told her how I'd walked out on one builder after he tried to slip me a contract that fell back on 'the code', rather than committing to the higher standards*I* wanted. The house had wound up costing me nearly 25% more than its 'to code' equivalent, but was fully twice the quality. When she asked about whether or not I was worried about someone coming in and stealing everything, I had to show her the basics of the security system, including the high-tech ring I wore that literally talked to one of the computers in the office and opened the door FOR me (even though I did have high-security key-operated locks for emergency backup, I'd never had to use them). She finally realized that despite the high-tech look, all of it was very livable for people, and energy-efficient, what with 12' outside walls, solar supplemented energy, and all the other features I'd designed in.
Following that, she had to know what it was that I did for a living, and I explained to her that I was an independent engineer, specializing in distributed and automated control systems. As such, I made enough to keep myself comfortable, without having to worry about having the time to do things that I wanted to – my customers were an extremely loyal bunch, having learned that my higher prices were more than paid for by the higher quality and reliability of my work.
We eventually found our way back to the family room, and continued our conversation.
'Dan, why did you say that I could park in your driveway, instead of letting me park my car where I did?'
'Because I'm not too worried about anyone saying anything about you being here.'
'Not even my folks? Why not?'
'I don't mean any offense, but I figure it this way: if your folks were worried, they would have made other arrangements before they left on their cruise. If anyone else sticks their face in it, I just tell them to buzz off – it's none of their business.'
'But what if my parents did find out? Or do find out?'
'If they really objected, then I suspect that I'd have to get lawyers involved – I'd probably try Susan's dad, first. I think the argument could be made that you're old and mature enough to be making your own decisions, considering how you've said that your parents are to you. And if it really got bad, and you didn't object, the argument could be made that their lack of attention and concern constituted neglect, if not outright abuse, and that your time with me – setting aside any physical contact – was supportive and caring.'
'I don't know if I'd want my Mom and Dad described that way, but if it was them or you, then I'd let it happen. They've never beaten me, or anything like that; it was more like they just really didn't want to be bothered, like I was taking up too much of their time. Not like you – I mean, all we've done so far has been*talk*; you spend more time talking to me than my parents do, and about more important stuff. And even when it's not about important stuff, you talk to me like I've got a brain and can understand what you're talking about. I mean, even when you were telling me about your house, and all the stuff you've done to it, you told me what was going on without using baby-talk.'
'Kelly, I like you for YOU, who you are inside. You're smart, you're more grown up than a lot of the so-called adults I know, you're pretty – very much so! – but that's not why I like spending time with you.'
'I'll say! I've been here what, a couple of hours, now? – and you *still* haven't jumped my bones yet; all you've done has been play with my butt for a little bit after I put my car in the garage!'
I laughed, and said 'Well, that's not entirely my fault, now, is it?
After all, you were the one that decided to plant yourself in the family room and talk, and then you just had to have the tour of the place – and didn't say or do anything, even when I showed you both bedrooms. So if you're not getting the kind of reception you want, you've got to be a little more explicit about what you want – you KNOW that I'm not the kind of guy to just start humping your leg or anything just cause you're in the room!'
She laughed, too, and replied 'Yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay, you want 'explicit'? How's this!' – stood up, unzipped the sundress she was wearing, and let it drop – revealing that she didn't have a thing on under it.
Yeah, that was pretty explicit – from her trim calves and thighs, to the soft, dark cloud at their juncture to the soft, curved hips to the trim waist to the firm, flat belly to the swells of her firm, half-a-large-orange sized breasts with their dark nipples, to the soft shape of her shoulders, to her slender neck, to her cute face with the incredibly beautiful hazel eyes, to her straight black hair. With the warmer weather, she'd apparently gotten a head start on a summer tan; even with her olive complexion, I could see slightly paler areas around her breasts and pelvis where her (obviously bikini) swimsuit covered her.
With a smile on my face at the defiant look she had, I calmly stood up, and took my clothes off, as well – though more slowly because of having more than just the one item to discard. Eventually, though, I was as ready as she was, if less appealing. She walked over to me, and we hugged for a bit, her head tucked neatly under my chin, allowing me to smell the fragrance of her shampoo, and warm, fresh girl.
When we separated, I stepped back a bit, and sat down, pulling her kneeling – down onto my lap. More evenly situated, we started kissing.
First softly, then more and more passionately, until we were all but fused together at the lips and tongue. Eventually, though, we did have to break – if more from a need for oxygen, than wanting to.
When we did break, I had to assure her 'Kelly, we've got the next couple of days, so there's no hurry on any of this. Let's just take it easy, and enjoy the time and situation. I promise, it will make for a happier time and better memories.'
She smiled, and blushed a little, and replied by saying 'Yeah, I suppose so. But it's been so long since that first time, and I really want us to be together!'
'That's fine, I understand, and even agree. But that doesn't mean we have to rush into it, either. Remember the fun we had last time?'
'You bet I do!'
