“Thank you, Paul, thank you, thank you…” She held me so tightly, and I held her tightly too. Like we both needed that closeness. We both did, I guess. She pulled away slightly and looked into my eyes.
“Did I say thank you?” she asked. There was a slight smile on her face, like she was joking. But there was something else there. What I don’t know. Openness? Gratitude? Caring? I couldn’t tell.
I laughed a little. “Well, let’s count ’em up – three times just now…and about a hundred times right after the cops left –” She stopped my words with a kiss. It wasn’t a relative’s kiss, or a lover’s kiss, really. It was soft and warm…tender and loving…full of gratitude and…I don’t know…so many things. I could feel my cock stirring again, wanting to betray me. She pulled away from the kiss gently and looked into my eyes.
“Now that was ‘thank you’,” she whispered, “Thank you for saving me…for being my hero.” My cock was well on its way to fullness now, and I was thankful that I was taller than she was. I could bend over to hug her, so that my cock wasn’t pressed against her…like I longed for it to be. “You don’t need to thank me, Annie,” I said, praying for the swelling in my cock to subside somehow, “I’d do it again in a heartbeat…I’d do it for anyone that needed help – I guess that’s just the way I’m wired.”
We held each other for a few minutes…and I could hear her crying softly, murmuring “thank you” over and over again.
“I’m kind of embarrassed to ask you, Paul…but can you do me a favor?”
“Sure.”
“I just don’t want to be here alone …could you…could you stay here with me tonight?”
I don’t know if eighteen is too young to have a heart attack, but I nearly had one right then and there. My heart pounded and I found it hard to breathe. I broke out into a sweat. Sure, the house was a little warm, but not that warm. Then my brain started functioning, saying, “Asshole, she just wants you in the house to feel safe, she doesn’t want to go to bed with you.”
“I’ll stay with you, Annie…I’d be glad to.” She smiled and hugged me, saying, “Thank you for not thinking I’m weird or anything. I’m going to get ready for bed. I’m wiped out.”
She gave me a little kiss, then went off down the hall. After a bit, I heard water running in the master bathroom, and I went to the linen closet in the hallway, finding a sheet. The house was a three bedroom, but I knew that Annie used the spare bedrooms as office and “junk” spaces. I went back to the couch, spreading the sheet out, making up my bed for the night. I cursed myself for thinking those thoughts about Annie…but the hormones of the young stop for no one. In any case, I was looking forward to the interesting dreams that I was sure to have on the couch that night. I kicked off my shoes and laid down on my “bed”, flipping through a magazine and, after a few minutes, I heard Annie coming back up the hall.
“Paul? Where are…oh…,” she said, as she came in and saw me laying there. I looked up and saw her wearing an oversized T-shirt and panties. God, she wasn’t wearing a bra! Her tits stood out, sagging slightly, but firm and big, and I could see her nipples poking out through the thin cotton of her shirt. “Oh my God,” I thought to myself, “she’s trying to kill me.” I saw her look at me and frown just a bit. “I thought…never mind…” she said, dropping her eyes to the floor. “What, Annie?” I asked. “Oh, nothing,” she said, her voice getting quiet. “I just thought…that you’d sleep…in…in my bed with me…” Her face fell and there was such disappointment in her voice. I stood then, not knowing what to do, my heart pounding again in my chest. “Well…I…I…I didn’t know…um…uh…” I stammered, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. Goddamn it, why the hell did I have to blush so much? And why couldn’t I put words together?