Message-ID: <1850eli$9707021207@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/1850.txt> From: calldrlove@aol.com (CallDrLove) Subject: NEW STORY: part 1 - the Guest Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> THE FOLLOWING STORY CONTAINS SOME GRAPHIC LANGUAGE AND DESCRIP TIONS OF QUESTIONABLE SEXUAL ACTIVITIES DEPENDING UPON YOUR LEVEL OF MORALITY. THIS MATERIAL IS DISTRIBUTED "FOR ADULTS ONLY" AND MAY NOT BE USED IN ANY PROFITABLE ENTERPRISE. ALL RIGHTS RE SERVED. BY WHOM - I HAVE NO CLUE. THE POSTER TAKES NO RESPON SIBILITY FOR THIS MATERIAL AND MAY OR MAY NOT KNOW THE AUTHOR OF THE FOLLOWING STORY. ONCE AGAIN THIS STORY IS INTENDED FOR ADULTS ONLY AND IS PROVIDED FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY. ANY SIMILARITIES WITH REAL PERSONS IS (?) BY PURE LUCK ONLY. ALSO POSSESSION BY A MINOR IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 YEARS OF AGE OR OFFEND EASILY - STOP NOW AND DELETE THIS FILE. **************************************************************** "THE GUEST" BY CHUCK WILLIAMS PART ONE OF FIVE Here is another story about some sexual things that I have done in the past. This one takes place just after I turned 20 and one year before I moved out of my parents house. As for me, if you want to know a little more about me, check out the stories, "An Educational Experience in the Deep South", "The Visit", "Darla and her Daughters", "The Bosses Daughter", "My Cousins Wife", "Kimmy", "Toms Gift", "Carol Ann" and "Life on the Road". These will give you an idea and a background about me to a limited degree. This event takes place about 1 year before the story "Toms Gift". I had been holding back this event for awhile not sure if I should even meantion it on here, but since I have already posted more than enough crap about my life, why not tell this too. At the time of this story/event I was still living at home. Can't beat that free room and board along with the meals and laundry service. My brother Mike has just left home, not totally of his own accord. Poor Mike was a mess and drove my parents insane. Not to say that I was any better, but at least I did not bring all the stuff (drugs and / or women) home, nor did I get caught. Part of Mikes problems are my own fault. Well I should also put the blame on my mother. Like when I was 16 I got a drivers license. If I wanted to use the car my mother told me that I had to take Mike along also. I guess she wanted him out of her hair, so I got stuck with him. Well some of my friends were not the best role models. I eventually stopped hanging about with a number of those people, but Mike did not. So Mike was hanging out with an older crowd of social dissidents. By the time he was 18 he was a mess and was basically thrown out. I guess a DUI and a couple of arrests for drugs or minor crimes will do that to you. My mother is so gullible that she could never figure out how a 17 year old who had a job washing dishes could afford to own a nice car and a $1,200 stereo system. He did not get all that money by washing dishes did he. That took place in the summer. My mother is a religious person, practically a saint, in her own mind. She spent (and spends) so much time doing good deeds for others at the church that she never knew what was going on at home. Every Wednesday she would go to a special prayer meeting to pray for our souls. Really! In fact she still does. Well anyway, the church had a new program where a student from a rural area would live with someone in the district so that they could attend one of the churches schools. Well since my parents had a room available (Mikes old room), my mom signed up the family for the program. I was only told about it after the fact. I was concerned that I would be scrutinized more closely so that I would not provide any band influences on this kid. Really I did not care about it. I did not spend much time at home. Home was a place to sleep and eat. That was about it. Home was a place to crash. Well one day about 2 weeks before labor Day weekend I came home for a quick meal and there at the dinner table was this young girl eating dinner with my parents. I probably said something stupid like who's that. My mother then tried to remind me that she had told me about Mary (thats as good as any name to use I guess) and that she would be staying with us. I just said OK, I think, and went about on my way. Later on I realized that I had been rude and then I introduced myself properly to Mary. Well Mary was about 15. Kind of homely looking, wearing glasses, with her brown hair tied back, no make- up and a long dress. She was from a farming community about 500 - 600 miles away and never been to a well developed region like ours. Her idea of a shopping center was a five and dime store with a gas pump. I remember her first visit to the mall, she was like a fish out of water. Poor kid did not know much about fun. I mean where she came from had limited television and no nearby movie theater or a place for young people to go. You can only get so much from a book. Her life was not much more than school and chores. So all of this (living with us) was culture shock to say the least. As noted before she moved in about two weeks prior to Labor Day, in mid August. School would start the week after Labor Day. It was still summer and my family had a beach home that we spent the weekends at most of the time. So Mary got a crash course in having fun at the beach. I loved the beach. I was in a band and knew most of the club owners and spent allot of time at them. If you must know how I can get into a club at age 20 the answer is very simple. The original drink ing age was 18 in our state, then they changed it to 21, but it only affected those who were not already able to go into the clubs, bars and liquor stores. So since my birthday was before the law went into effect I was able to go into the clubs for about 3 extra years while some of my friends whose birthday was after the first of the year were screwed. Anyway, back to my story, Mary was a homely one to say the least. I did not look at her too much. I talked to her sometimes, but not much else that first week. Then we went to the beach. My parents had allot of stuff to haul to the beach that weekend and I was asked if Mary could ride with me ( I always took my own car). I was an inconvenience (I like to goof off on the way), but I said yes. My parents left early and I guess we got on the way about an hour or so later. Going to the beach was a ritual for me. I made sure that I was dressed for the occasion, had my coolest sun glasses and that my 1971 MACH 1 Mustang, with its 351 Cleveland 4 barrel engine, was washed and waxed. Mary had not yet been anywhere with me and was holding on for dear life at times as I soared down the highway. I mean I moved! I drove that car like I was in the Daytona 500. After a bit of this she started to like the thrill of the ride. I remember saying that this was almost as good as a ride at DisneyWorld, to which she told me that she had never been there or to any other amusement park before. How sad I must have thought. I figured that someone had to show her a goodtime. So on the way to the beach there is this place that had go-carts and some rides. So I took her there and for the first time she drove a go-cart. We did that for about an hour. Then we went into one of the more popular resort area's which is on the way to our beach home. I dare not tell you the true name of this place so I will call it TRUMAN BEACH (LOL). So we did stop at a few popular hang outs, got some burgers and beach fries. Mary kept saying WOW the entire night. She was impressed by it all. A few guys asked who she was and I just told them that she was my cousin. One of my friends said that she would be cute if she put her hair down, got rid of the glasses and wore shorts or something. I could not disagree with that assessment. Finally we got to our beach house where I got yelled at for taking so long. I heard the usual, "where have you been", "what took you so long", and the eternal "we thought that you might be dead". I think you get the idea. That night I figured that Mary would need a make over, as they call it, if she wanted to survive in OUR world. So the next day I took on this challenge and took Mary to visit this girl I knew (Karen) pretty well, if you get my drift. I asked Karen to help me do a make over on Mary. First Karen worked on her hair then added a little make up. Not bad for a start. The glasses were still there, but I would solve that latter ( I will explain that soon). But her clothes were so gaudy, I think that might be an appro priate term in this case. So Karen had a few older things about that might fit Mary. Lucky for us we did find a few things that worked. After that we took Mary shopping for some additional clothes. With the new clothes and the make over Mary looked pretty good. If it were not for her pale skin (which is kind of popular these days, but not then) she would have been real attractive. So I figured that she needed to get some sun. So we went back to the beach house to get our swim suits and goto the beach. Then I saw her idea of a swim suit. Oh my god, it looked like something straight out of the 1940's or 50's. That would not do at all. In fact it would get he laughed right off the beach. If I recall it right, I said to her something like, "you must be kidding, your not going to wear that are you". This was a crisis situation in my mind. No way was I going to be seen on the beach with a girl in a suit like that under any circumstance. It would ruin me for sure. So I had her put back on her new street clothes and we headed to the nearest store that sold swimwear. I did not have Karen with me so it was I that was going to be the cultural expert and basically pick out the best swimsuit for this young girl. At that time my opinion of a swimsuit was, less is best, if you get my meaning. I was trying to get her to get a real skimpy two piece outfit, but she would not go for that, so we / she ended up with a one piece that left most of the back open, that was a real hot look ing yellow and orange thing. This girl I kind of knew, that worked there, helped me talk Mary into it. Now we were set, once I made sure we had some suntan lotion and sunglasses. I did not want to have Mary turn beet red on her first day to the beach. In fact it was her first day ever to see the ocean. Mary was far sighted and needed her glasses somewhat, but I prevailed upon her to wear the sunglasses to the beach instead. We had an enjoyable afternoon at the beach. Mary meet some of my friends and I even enjoyed rubbing her with the suntan lotion. When we got back my mother gave me the fifth degree about where have we been to which I simply replied the beach. Then she went on about taking Mary there, and I just said something like, "it's the beach, what do you want her to do, sit here in the air- conditioning and watch TV all day like you do". My mom said nothing and my dad laughed. A little later we had a discussion about it. I simply stated that if Mary was going to be there she might as well enjoy her self, and I promised not to get her into any trouble and all of that crap. My dad was pretty good about it. Mom was still a nit about all of it. I then said that they should just ask her, if she had a good time or if I did anything wrong. Well with that and my fathers support I got a reluctant vote of confidence. My dad liked Mary. He grew up in a similar type of environment to hers and could identify with her. My mom must have been in the motherly mode and wanted to treat her as the daughter she never had or a china doll. I should have pointed out that Mary was a only child and her parents were not exactly well too do. If it were not for the program set up by the church their is no way she would have ever gotten to goto a nice school. After dinner my dad and I took Mary fishing on our boat. She liked that and by the end of the day she had my dad won over without any problems whatsoever. That night in TRUMAN BEACH the band from the movie Animal House, aka "Otis Day and the Knights" (I am not making that part up at all), was playing an outdoor show on the beach. I offered to take Mary along and my folks said ok. We had a great time. Mary had never seen a rock band of any kind perform before. Hillbilly music is the best she might have seen played by some old guys missing about a third of their teeth. Only drawback was that I was with Mary and could not go and shack up with anyone that night. On the wayback she told me that she had fun. She must have noticed that I was not having as much fun as her. So she asked me about it and I was fairly honest, as I recall. I basically told her that I had to watch her so I was not able to run off with anyone, ie. girls, and had to keep out of any potential trouble. She even said that she was sorry. She felt guilty about it, but I told her it was not her fault. Still it was apparent that she felt guilty. The next week was kind of strange as she went out of her way to make sure that I was happy. She would stay home even when I offered to let her go someplace with me. This made my mom happy of course. I then confronted Mary about why she was avoiding me. She said that she did not want to get in my way. I could see where she would get that idea. So I told her not to worry about it. Know about those glasses. She still had those lame ugly glasses and lucky for us, our cousin was an eye doctor at a pearl vision center. So we went over he checked out her glasses and fixed her up with new glasses that looked good on her. However, if I had my way she would have gotten contacts. Well with the new clothes, hair style, glasses and the tan she quickly acquired after about one week she was looking pretty good, but she was still incredibly naive about things. Finally Labor Day week arrived. As with most holiday weekends, I turned into a four day weekend as I took of work as well. Well to be honest I did not care about my lame part time job and if they had fired me I could have cared less. Also school would start on the following week also (not that I cared, but I was a part time student at a local college). Even Mike was allowed to spend the holiday at the beach. He visited for the whole of about three hours. He and his friends were camping out someplace. The first night down there I did not take Mary with me. I got toasted and got laid (by whom I do not have a clue) and got back the next morning before sunrise. I was a wreck that day. I wore sunglasses indoors and ate a bottle of aspirin and drank coffee, which is something I do not like to drink. After about an hour of pestering by Mary I did take her to the beach just to quiet her up, and as long as she did not yell. I think I just took a beach chair and passed out there until she woke me up to go back. Other than that I do not recall much. That night there was another one of those on the beach concerts and my parents (mostly my dad) suggested that I take Mary since I was going. I must have not have been with it cause I said yes, cause there was this girl that really wanted me who I was too meet that night. Talk about throwing a wet blanket on things. Oh we did meet up and did sit together on the beach to watch the show. Yes we made out, but it was strange to do with Mary next to us. I had to tell the girl that Mary was my cousin and that I had to keep an eye on her. Well I did not get laid that night. Mary knew that something was up. She was pretty quiet about it. This is when she asked me what did she do wrong. I said that she did nothing, it was that I just could not make out with that girl with her there. Like I said Mary was naive alright. She had though that what I had done was making out. I laughed at her statement and told her that for me was much more than just kissing and holding hands. Next thing I know she asks for me to tell her about it. So I just told her that I meant having sex. Then this is what she said (in so many words anyway), "isn't kissing sex"? I then asked her if she knew what having sex was all about. To which she gave a very typical nerdy response that indicated that this 15 year old had no idea of what I was talking about. So I asked her if they had sex education at her old school, and she said no, and then I asked her if her parents ever discussed it with her, and her response to that was that her parents never talked about stuff like that. Also none of the girls she had gone to school with ever talked to her about it much. Since she did not have many friends back home, and lived so far from the school, she did not partake in any after school activities eith er. Talk about living a sheltered life. At first I was going to suggest that she talk to my mom about it. Then common sense prevailed. Like what would my mom, the saint, say if Mary started to ask her about sex. After blurting that out, I told Mary never to ask my mom about sex since it would put a stop to her having a good time ever again. If that had happened who knows what would have occurred. So the next day I called Karen. I filled her in and asked her to talk to Mary, of course I didn't tell Karen what prompted this. Well being the friend that she was, she agreed to talk to Mary and that morning I dragged Mary over to Karens house. I then went in and then I left Mary with Karen as I said that I would be back in about an hour and then quickly informed Mary on my way out the door that Karen was going to have a talk to her. So I bolted. I went down to the beach and hanged out with some friends for about an hour and a half. I really have no idea as to what transpired during my absence. Karen provided me minimal details other than that Mary asked allot of strange, hard to answer, questions for a 15 year old. Apparently she did not know much about the sex's at all. The ride back was quiet. I did not want to drive right back to the house so I took a detour, a long one at that. It was on this quiet ride that Mary asked me if I thought that she was pretty or not. I did not have an answer for her. I guess I told her that she was pretty, I just do not recall what I told her at that time. Then she asked if she was as pretty as the girl I was making out with the night before on the beach. I told her that it was different, to which she replied was it because she was only 15. I then told her that she was more of a sister to me. Then she said, but I am not your sister. Well I knew where this was leading. No where good that was for sure. I was not ready for this at all. I will admit that. If you had ever read some of my other stories it is apparent that I was a sex fiend, as one of my female cousins would often call me starting back in the 7th grade as I would sit with a friend or two and look up girls dresses in the stair wells. I had sex with some of my cousins in my early teens, but of course they were older now also, not that I had sex with them anymore, but now at that time, I was involved with women (not girls) my own age. I was not chasing high school girls anymore, ever since I started college. It was not the in thing for guys to always date high school girls, but I was aware that it was very popular with high school girls to hook up with college boys all the time. Not that any of this had to do much with Mary. She only had just learned from Karen the fundamentals about sex. I doubt that she knew anything about college highjinks, or frat parties, or any thing else for that matter. As this conversation kept going, and it was driving me nuts, I kept getting a ill feeling in my gut. It took sometime for me, and my limited social graces, to figure out where Mary was at. I do know what Karen had told her, but to me it seemed that Mary had a crush on me. I was the first guy she had ever meet that spent anytime with her. No male had ever show her any kindness before and at her age she was beginning to mature. I had been very nice to her and she responded in a fairly typical manner, but one that I was not prepared for. However, as I stated, I was not prepared or looking for this kind of thing at that time. So I was not overly receptive of this affection at that moment in my life. In other words, I was a rude. I just told her that we could not have that kind of rela tionship and that she had to accept that. Yeah, she cried a little, I got nasty and the rest of the holi day was a bust. 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