A Nice Guy
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Category: Erotica/Multicultural-Interracial Erotica
Description: There is an old saying that "nice guys finish last." This is a story about a nice guy and the woman he loved. Patsy Lynn Miller was the middle of five children. Their mother was a prostitute with a black pimp. This is a erotic love story that chronicles the life of Patsy and the chance meeting between her and Dan Parks, a nice guy. Dan tells the story with flashbacks from Patsy as she tells of her travels, tribulations, and erotic experiences. This story contains sex and lots of it. Sex with multiple partners, swinging, oral, and anal sex. Some girl on girl sex and, of course, interracial sex. Besides the sex, it is primarily a love story. It's a story of how two people overcame an age difference and vastly different backgrounds. It's a story that celebrates love and life.
eBook Publisher: Fiction4All,
eBookwise Release Date: May 2011
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [99 KB]
Reading time: 69-97 min.
Home at last, I thought as I drove into my driveway. It had been an exhausting shoot. I trudged through two state parks and one national park over a nine day span of time.
My name is Dan Parks and I'm a nature photographer. Make that a very tired photographer who was glad to be home. I parked my SUV in my drive and climbed out, getting only my camera bags. The rest of the stuff could wait until morning when I could unload in the daylight. It wasn't very late, but it was black dark.
As I approached the front I noticed something was amiss. A backpack was leaning against the wall on my front porch and the front door was slightly ajar and I hadn't left it that way. I hurried back to my vehicle and got the small automatic pistol I habitually carry when I'm in the field. I'm licensed and responsible and the weapon felt comforting as I eased silently into my house. I grabbed my cordless phone to call the police, but I waited for some reason.
I located the intruders without difficulty. They were both naked and in my swimming pool. One was a skinny young man and the other was female. That was all I could tell in the moonlight. I am a nature photographer, but I can spot boobs even in the semi-darkness. I sat down under the patio cover and watched them frolic in the water still holding my pistol and phone.
"I wish I had some soap," the female half of the intruders said.
"Want me to go inside and look for some?" the male part asked.
"No, we better be moving on pretty soon. There's no telling when the owners will come home. Didn't they say a slow moving freight train was coming through just after midnight?"
"Yeah, but it's headed west. Is that the direction we want to go?"
"I could care less. Any direction will do as long as it's not south and California is somewhere out west," she answered. "Come on, let's get a move on and we still have to find some food. Did you look in the kitchen?"
"Yeah, but there wasn't much in there. Whoever lives here don't have much to eat." That much was true. I hadn't been to the store in several weeks. I hadn't seen much sense in buying a lot of food knowing I would be gone for over a week.
Since neither of the two posed much threat I decided to let them know I was there. I stood up and cleared my throat. The results were startling. The male half came out of the water, ran across the small lawn, and sprang over the six foot solid fence like a gazelle. The female half stood completely still at the top of the steps at the shallow end of the pool.
"How far does your friend think he can get buck naked?" I asked her.
"Larry left his backpack outside," she said and came on out of the water. "He'll be long gone in a few minutes. You live here?"
"Yes, I do."
"You call the cops?"
"No, not yet."
"You going to?"
"I haven't made up my mind yet," I said. "Who are you?"
"I'm Patsy. Patsy Lynn Miller. We didn't bother your things or take anything. Ain't no point in calling the law on us."
"Besides bathing in my swimming pool, what are you doing here?"
"Place looked empty and Larry thought we might find some food and the water looked nice. Been a while since we had a bath so we got in. No big deal."
"I'm sure the law takes a dim view of breaking and entering, so maybe it is a big deal," I said. I stepped over and flipped the patio light on. Patsy Lynn Miller was a beautiful girl by any standard you care to use. She got even better looking after I motioned her to come closer. I'm thirty-six years old and I've seen a lot of pretty women, but none who took my breath away like she did.
The fact that she didn't have a stitch of clothes on didn't seem to concern her. She strolled over into the bright light and stopped about three feet from me. The fact that I held a gun in my hand didn't seem to faze her either.
"That's my pack over there," she said pointing at a ragged backpack beside the patio door. "I'll just get my stuff and see if I can find Larry and be out of your way."
"You think Larry has stopped running yet?" I asked her. She smiled and shook her head sending water droplets flying. In the light I could see goose bumps on her skin. The night air was still cool because summer hadn't fully arrived yet. I went to the towel cupboard and got a towel for her.
"Thanks," she said toweling herself dry. "Larry is a mite skittish."
"I could tell," I said. "Is Larry your boyfriend?"
"No, not really," she said. "We hooked up about a week or so ago. He's funny and pretty good company. Traveling buddies, I guess you could say. He had a few bucks then, but we're both broke now. That's why we were looking for something to eat. Can I get dressed now?"
"Go ahead," I told her. I suddenly realized I was hungry, too. "You like pizza?" I asked, as she stepped into a pair of filthy jeans and an even dirtier shirt.
"As long as it ain't got no nasty little fish on it. Why would anyone want them things on a pizza?"
"Beats me," I said. I often wondered the same thing. Or pineapple? Why would anyone want to screw-up a pizza with pineapple? Pineapple belongs on a cake or a sundae. "Come on in and I'll order us a pizza. You think Larry is anywhere close by?"
"I doubt it. Larry had a run-in with the law a while back and he's deathly afraid of going back to jail. My guess is he's long gone by now. He probably didn't even slow down long enough to put his clothes on."
She dragged her pack in behind me and I turned some lights on as we made our way to the kitchen. In the house lights I could see her better and she was even prettier in the better lighting. She was a natural blonde I knew from seeing her naked. Her hair was cut, unprofessionally, short. Almost mannish, but she certainly didn't look masculine. Her eyes were emerald green and actually sparkled. Even in the dirty clothes she had a great figure.
I took all that in while calling Pizza Hut. While I placed the order she looked around at my house. She paid close attention to the photographs that adorned every spare bit of wall space.
"Okay, Patsy Lynn Miller," I said after hanging the phone up. "It's going to take about half an hour for the pizza to get here. There is a bath, tub and shower, right down the hall with plenty of soap. Feel free to use it while we wait. There is a washer and dryer over there in the utility room if you want to throw some things in to wash."
"Thanks," she said giving me a close appraisal. "Why are you being so nice?"
"I'm a nice guy," I answered. "Do you know how to use a washer?" She shook her head. "Okay, get whatever you want washed and I'll show you how to use it."
She empted the clothing out of her pack and I separated them for her. Not that it mattered because she didn't have any whites or delicates. What had been white was a dingy gray. She stripped off the shirt and jeans without a hint of modesty and tossed then into the washer. In the light of the utility room I could see she had missed a few meals along the way because her ribs were plainly visible. Skinny, but still a lovely sight. Dirty, but still beautiful.
"Can I use all the hot water I want to in the shower?" she asked looking directly at me with her astonishing green eyes.
"You can stay in the shower until you get all wrinkled, if you want to," I said putting some extra washing powder in the washer. I doubted that one washing would get them clean. "Just remember that when the pizza arrives, I'm going to start with or without you."
I watched as she hurried down the hall toward the shower. She was almost as much fun to watch going away as coming toward me. Her pretty ass was a sight to behold.
While Patsy Lynn showered, I retrieved my camera bags from where I put them and went out to the SUV to get the cooler from the back. There was some sandwich meat and beer in the cooler. I opened a beer and unpacked the cameras to clean them and remove the batteries. In my tenure as a professional photographer I learned to take care of my equipment first. Any battery can leak and ruin a camera.
The pizza and Patsy Lynn arrived at nearly the same time. She was wearing an old terrycloth robe that had been hanging inside the bathroom door. It was one of the few remaining things my ex-wife forgot to take when she left. Patsy Lynn looked a lot better in it than my wife ever had.
"Can I have a beer?" Patsy Lynn asked spotting the empty bottle.
"How old are you, Patsy?" I asked. I had placed her at sixteen or seventeen, but I'm an acknowledged poor estimator of age, especially women's age.
"I'm twenty," she said then immediately corrected herself. "No, that ain't right. I just had a birthday. I'm twenty-one now. This is April, ain't it?" I told her it was April the twenty-first. "Then I'm twenty-one. How about that beer?"
"Sure, help yourself," I said pointing to the cooler. "Let's eat while it's still hot."
I don't recall ever seeing anyone attack their food like Patsy Lynn Miller did. She consumed two slices of pizza before I got started on my first slice. I was glad I changed the order from medium to large. Patsy didn't slow down until she had eaten over half of the pie. She gave forth with a tremendous belch, mumbled a "sorry" and just kept shoveling in the food. While she wolfed down her food I changed her clothes from the washer to the dryer.
"One piece left," she called. "You want it?"
"No, you go ahead," I told her.
"Thanks," she said and inhaled the last piece. "I swear that's the best pizza I ever had. I guess when my clothes get dry, I better head on out. Larry won't wait on me when that freight train comes through."
"Okay," I said, then stepped complete out of character. "Or you could sleep here tonight and get a fresh start in the morning. It's up to you."
"Why are you bein' so nice to me? What will I have to do for a place to sleep? All I got to offer is some pussy. Or maybe I could suck your cock." I know my mouth dropped open and I made an effort to close it. "They say I got some pretty good pussy," she added.
"No, Patsy," I managed to say. "You won't have to do anything. There are no strings attached to the offer." I knew my face was bright red. Her candor would take some getting used to.
"Nobody does anything without wanting something" she said. "That ain't how it's done. You can fuck my pussy or my mouth, but not my ass. I don't put up with that shit."
The young woman was beautiful and sexy as hell and I was mighty tempted, but I wasn't about to stick my dick in any part of her. From her conversation and her manner I could tell she had been around and I didn't want any STDs. No way, no how.
"No, you won't have to give up anything, Patsy," I assured her. "There's a guest room right down the hall from the bathroom and you can sleep there." She looked as if she were unconvinced, but nodded her head. She was almost asleep from the food and the two beers she had. I showed her the room and left her there.