She lifted her pussy juice soaked hand to me, which was dripping like she dipped it into a vat of milk and white cake icing, “Have a taste.” I devoured her little hand. Her vagina cream was intoxicating, like a slightly sweet, slightly sour lemon tea. I took her whole hand in my mouth and sucked her nourishing juices off, not caring that some of my own cum was mixed in. When I was done we both looked at each other and smiled. Both of us understanding, this might be the start of a beautiful relationship.
We fucked and sucked each other almost every chance we got. Ruining towels, couch cushions and creating slip and fall hazards all over my tiled floor. Then when Saturday came around things took a bit of a turn. I had overheard part of a phone call. Something about that she’s not ready just yet. She came out of her room and laid out on the couch covering her eyes with an arm in contemplation. Something was wrong. She could sense that I knew. “Do you remember why I left high school?”
It just now occurred to me she left high school because she got pregnant. She might have a child. How and the hell did I miss this? “Yeah,” I replied in a mild question?
“Well, my daughter turns 19 tomorrow. She had been living with my mother. In town, so I see her almost all the time. I just couldn’t afford to pay for a place for me and her. The diner doesn’t pay much. My Mom gave me until she was 19 and then she gets the boot, well that’s tomorrow.” She looked at me with pleading eyes, I knew what she wanted to ask me.
“Look I know what you’re getting at and I’m sorry to have to be this way. It’s just that I’m not sure about having a child in my household.”
“She’s no little kid anymore, she’ll be 19 tomorrow.” She paused putting her finger to her teeth thinking. “You know…I’m gonna take her out for a nice birthday dinner tomorrow. Come with me and get to know her. If she seems like a spoiled brat whom you don’t want around, I’ll understand. If you think she’s cool and I know I’m asking too much of you, seeing as we just met again since high school weeks ago. Could she please move in? We’ll share a room. She’s small like me and takes up almost no space. She cooks and cleans, you’ll like her. Pleeease?” In my mind, I had already said yes, but I found it’s best not to be impulsive especially with children involved.
“How about I take you both out to dinner tomorrow and let you know afterward. How does that sound?”
“Great, that’s all I ask,” and with that, she gave me a big hug crying happy tears of relief.
I tried to get her to come to a really nice restaurant, but she pleaded for some hole in the wall place. I later understood that she’d been saving money to get her own place and didn’t have another outfit other than the purple shirt, jean shorts, and flip flops. When I entered she waved me over as she was already sitting down. Before I got a chance to sit down her daughter jumped up from her chair and gave me a big hug. Now Christina wasn’t very tall maybe 5’4″ and maybe 90lbs. Her daughter who was introduced to me as Clarissa was a bit shorter and just as petite. I had misgivings about her being 19 today. She seemed really sweet and kept her bear hug on me, to which her head only came to the middle of my chest. She then looked up at me, “Thank you so much for helping my Mom get away from that creep landlord she had.” She held my hand and guided me to my seat.