Julie's Older Visitor
By
Kali Lowe
Julie's Older Visitor
Copyright 2012 Kali Lowe
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Julie's Older Visitor
Julie first met her dad's friend while in her underwear. This was not on purpose.
She had just gotten up around ten o'clock, as was her habit. She didn't bother to get dressed, figuring that no one was home. Her long, dark hair was still messy from bed and her clothing, a tight, threadbare old t-shirt and cotton panties, was rumpled.
She opened the fridge and peered into it. She shivered slightly at the cold, goosebumps rising on her arms as her nipples stiffened beneath her t-shirt. She spotted the milk and reached for it, and that's when she heard a newspaper rustle behind her.
"Shouldn't you be in school?" a voice asked.
She straightened and spun around, startled for two reasons. The first reason was that she thought her dad was off at work. The second reason was that the man seated at the kitchen table was not actually her dad.
The man was about her father's age, but while her dad seemed to be cursed with an ever-expanding beer gut, this man appeared to be fit and healthy. There was just a little gray in his short, dark brown hair. He looked confident and self-assured, in the manner of a man who has never been rich but has always managed to get what he wanted anyway.
They stared at each other for a moment. She noticed him giving her a quick once-over, his eyes following her lithe frame, taking in her perky, moderately-sized breasts, and the feminine curves of her hips and ass.
"I'm not really in school. I'm enrolled in college for next year," she explained. "Also, it's July. Who are you?"
"Oh, sorry. I'm Ted." He gestured at the fridge for some reason. "I'm a friend of your dad's. I'm just crashing here for a couple days. And you must be Julie."
She nodded. Clutching the jug of milk, she let the fridge door close, and belatedly noticed the note taped to it. Ted is here. He's a friend of mine. He's just crashing here for a couple days. Love, dad. Oh.
"I guess that's all right," she offered. "Um. I should probably go get dressed."
He shrugged. "I have a daughter who's just a couple years younger than you. I'm used to it."
He didn't seem used to it, judging by the way his eyes kept wandering. Was she so enticing? She found herself lingering in the kitchen, taking her time to get a glass, then pouring the milk with an exaggerated motion, putting an arch into her back. She glanced subtly down at herself, seeing how her breasts strained the material of her undersized t-shirt. Her nipples were still quite visibly hard.
She glanced at Ted out of the corner of her eye. Yes, he was still watching.
She grinned to herself, then took her glass of milk and went up to her room to get dressed.
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She spent the rest of the day in awkward near-solitude. She mostly kept to herself in her room, but she occasionally ran into Ted on the way to grab a snack or use the bathroom, and they offered polite smiles as they passed each other. What do you say to someone who is a houseguest and a complete stranger at the same time? She was sure she didn't know. It was a bit less awkward once she had clothes on, but she did notice him taking in her entire body when he thought she wouldn't notice.
Her dad came home with takeout. They all sat down at the table and she learned a little bit more about why Ted was there. She was not surprised to learn it was a domestic issue. Ted's wife wanted him out for a few days, or at least over the weekend. He didn't have the money for a motel, so her dad was helping him out.
They spent the rest of the evening in the living room. Ted and her dad caught a game and commented on it loudly while she read a book in a chair in the corner, her legs thrown over one arm. She didn't usually hang out in the living room, but Ted was a guest and she didn't want to be rude. It had nothing to do with how his eyes kept wandering over to her body and the little thrill that ran through her every time she caught him doing it. Or so she told herself.
Shortly before midnight, they all agreed to call it a night. They said their goodnights, her dad pulled out the bed built into the couch and gave Ted some pillows and sheets, and then they took their turns in the bathroom and went their separate ways.
In bed, she tried to fall asleep but ended up just shifting restlessly. She was horny. The way her dad's friend had been looking at her all day... she supposed she should feel more offended, but for some reason it made her feel sexy. He wasn't one of the stupid boys she'd grown up with. He was a man. And he found her attractive.
Maybe he even wanted her.
She shivered and rolled onto her back. She slid a hand up along her body and cupped her breast through her t-shirt. She squeezed it, felt her nipple swell, and pressed her thumb into that perky nub. So she was horny. She could take care of horny.
She glanced at her door to make sure it was closed, and was surprised to find it wasn't. It was open just a crack, showing the pitch darkness of the hallway beyond. She smiled to herself, imagining Ted out there, spying on her touching herself in her bed.
That's kind of a fun fantasy, she thought. She pushed her sheets down, imagining Ted seeing her once again in just her tight t-shirt and panties. She closed her eyes and let her body arch faintly as she cupped her breast again and squeezed it firmly. The thought of him watching her was making her very wet.