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Chance
by Windrider
windridr@nospam.datanet.ab.ca
Chapter 1: Cold
It was cold. Cold as only it can be in a January night in Canada.
The mercury was dipping below -20 C, I figured, and I was dumb enough to be
walking outside.
I had just come from a movie that let out around 9 pm, and was walking
home, since I lived only about 10 blocks away. I had to pass through a
seedier part of our small city to get home, and heard crying somewhere off
to the side. I couldn't see right away where it was coming from, but I
could tell it was female. I sidetracked to see where she was, and found
her huddled in a doorway of a run-down business. The street was deserted
otherwise, given the temperature. I guess all the bums got shelter
tonight, which made me wonder why this girl was out here, when shelter was
probably nearby.
She was curled up, with arms wrapped around knees, and face turned
inward with her forehead against her knees. Her clothing was obviously
ill-suited to the cold weather. She had no gloves or hat. Her coat was
not very thick, and she wore jeans and running shoes. Her shoes looked
frozen, no doubt due to walking through the snow. She had a medium sized
duffel bag beside her. The mercury vapour streetlights made everything
more bleak because of the lack of color.
I couldn't just walk away leaving her there. "Hello?", I ventured.
She jerked her head up, surprised. Her face and hands were red from
the cold and the crying. "Huh...(blubber, sob)?.... Go away!"
"Are you all right?" Dumb question, I know. Obviously she wasn't.
"NO!" It was half whimper, half exclamation, then continued crying.
Yet she continued to glance back and forth between me and her cold feet,
the shadows of the doorway hiding her facial expressions.
I had to ask. "Why are you out here in this cold?"
"Because the department stores closed, and I don't know where to go."
She must be new to the city, probably a runaway. Yet, what little I
could see of her suggested that she was not too young. 17 years old, or
older. I couldn't really tell, since the light wasn't very good. She must
be aware that there would be shelters available. Maybe she just didn't
know where they were.
"Um, there is a shelter only a couple of blocks away..."
"I know. It's dirty, and there are stinky, dirty, crazy, drunk men
there." She stopped crying a bit.
I crouched down to her level, a few feet away on the main part of the
sidewalk.
"At least it's warm... right?"
"Barely".
She started to cry again as she said that.. I took advantage of my
position to get a closer look at her. She was Caucasian, and the bad
lighting showed her hair to be some kind of light brown. Despite the cold,
and her crying, her face was rather pretty. Her eyes grabbed my attention,
though, and dispelled any notion I had of not helping her.
I was about to speak, when she paused her crying long enough to blurt
out,
"Where else can I go?"
I really didn't know if it was a good idea or not, but I didn't know
what else to say or do.
"Well, I live only a half-a-block from here, around the corner,"
pointing, "you could get warmed up, and we can talk about where you could
go, or what you could do....?"
I expected her to say something like, "Go to hell, you pervert", or
"Yeah, and what else are you gonna wanna do?". She surprised me, though,
and asked,
"What's your name?"
"Bruce McCarty, what's yours?"
"Julie........ do you really live nearby??
"Yeah," I took off my scarf, and reached forward to put it around her
head and neck, "Let's go get you warmed up".
She put the scarf over her head and wrapped it around once under her
chin. I held out my hand.
"Okay"
She took my hand, and we stood up, and she grabbed her duffel bag.
After only one step, she stumbled. Using my hand for support, she
recovered, and began walking with me, then let go of my hand.
"My feet are a bit numb, I guess I sat there too long."
"That's all right, soon you can get those icy shoes off, and get
defrosted."
Why was she going with me, a total stranger, to my apartment? Did her
common sense get frozen along with her feet? I kept such thoughts to
myself. Her need to get warm may have clouded her judgment, but the need
was still urgent.
I'm not the kind to take advantage of women, but could not think of
anything to say to allay any fears she might that I could do so. I'm not a
great talker, so I hoped my actions would speak louder than anything I
could say.
Now that she was standing up, I could see more of her. She was a
couple inches shorter than me, so about 5' 6", and her thin coat revealed a
body that was not overweight, and fairly shapely. Any more observations
would have to wait until her coat was off.
We said little on the way to my building. Once she got started
walking, she started to walk fast, obviously anticipating getting warm.
Her teeth chattering became quite noticeable while I opened the
building door for her. As we went down the hallway of the ground floor
apartments, I wondered if she was going to balk at actually entering my
apartment. She seemed to not think about it at all, though, as she went
ahead of me into my private domain.
'Maybe she is scamming me,' I thought, 'maybe, she plans to rip me off
or something'. Yet, she seemed a little young to be involved in such
things. I hadn't noticed anyone following us to my building, I had made a
point to make sure of that.
She looked a little lost, standing in the middle of my 'living room',
her duffel bag at her feet.
"Here, why don't you take your coat and shoes off."
"Oh! I'm sorry. I'm standing on the carpet with my wet shoes!"
"Don't worry about it," as I helped her coat off.
Now that we were in good light, I marveled at her appearance. Her
hair was light brown, but with a strong tinge of red in it. Her shirt
turned out to be a very practical long-sleeved flannel red-checked shirt.
It matched her hair, but her startling blue eyes contrasted sharply. I
figured that she must have contact lenses to make her eyes that blue. I
tore my gaze from her eyes to see that her chest was fairly well-developed,
then look back up to her face.
She seemed to be appraising me as well. I'm not in the best shape I
could be, but I'm not overweight. I hoped she didn't think I was ugly.
She crouched down to untie her shoes, but her fingers couldn't seem to
do the job.
"Fingers are numb, eh? Here, I'll do it".
Once her shoes were off, I led her to the sofa, and sat a few inches
from her. She seemed settled, and her face had a bit of a lively look to
it as she looked around my living room.
"You like horses, I see", she said, noticing the several horse
pictures and posters.
"Yeah.... Can I get you a blanket or something?" She was still
shivering.
"No, I'll be fine. I just need time."
"Well, how about some hot soup?"
"I had a burger just a while ago, so I not hungry, but thank you,
anyway."
I paused for a bit, then asked, "So what's going on with you? You're
new to the city, aren't you?"
"Yeah, I came in on the bus today, but I didn't have very much money.
The burger used up what I had left."
"Where are you from?"
She hesitated, "It doesn't matter. A small town."
A little louder, and with more firmness, "Here's the thing. I turned
18 last month so my mom told me to get a job to pay rent, or move out. I
couldn't get a job in that small town, so she kicked me out, which is fine,
she's a bitch anyway. She just wanted the money to help her pay for her
booze and cigarettes. I was sick and tired of putting up with her
boyfriends, anyway, pretending that they weren't hitting on me. Mom
wouldn't believe me when I told her about her current one, then she accused
me of trying to steal him from her. Stupid bitch."
"So you decided to head for the city?"
"Yeah, I thought that I could find a job right away, and maybe sleep
at work or something. I didn't really think about it, I guess. Now I have
no money, no job, and nowhere to sleep. I don't know what to do." She
started to sniffle a bit, a warning of a flood to come.
I was convinced of her story. Her body language was consistent. She
wasn't trying to scam me.
"Well, Julie, you're getting warmed up, and you have a new friend.
That's a start. If you want, you can stay here tonight on my sofa-bed,
here. In the morning, you can get a fresh look at your situation, and grab
your new life by the horns."
She smiled, and I almost missed her reply, because the smile seared my
brain.
"Thank you Bruce. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't
of come along."
"Well, if you were smart, you would have gone back to the shelter."
"Yeah, I suppose."
I got up, and motioned to her to do the same.
"Why don't we get your bed made up, you must be tired from your long
day."
"Okay"
She helped me open it up, then we put the sheets and blanket on the
bed.
"The bathroom is right over there. My bedroom is over here. You see
the kitchen there. That's the grand tour." I smiled at her, and
delightfully, she returned it.
"Um, I'll just use the washroom, then.... could I, um...."
She had a questioning, but pensive look, and seemed reluctant to
finish the sentence.
"Let me guess. I'll bet that right now you could really use a HOT
bath, right?"
Relieved, "yeah".
"Go right ahead, I'll just get you a towel. The linen closet is in my
bedroom." I fetched the biggest, fluffiest towel I had in the closet, and
presented it to her.
"I'll just watch TV for awhile. Let me know if you need anything."
"Thank-you" Another smile, this one a bit shyly. Then she closed the
door of the bathroom, taking her duffel bag with her.
I turned on my TV, then settled in my easy chair. After a bit, I
heard the toilet flush, and the tub start to fill. I did my best not to
imagine what she was doing, and ignored the impulse to go and peek.
Chapter 2: Warm
It was warm. I had raised the thermostat in my apartment to a bit
warmer than I usually keep it. I thought that Julie would appreciate it,
considering how cold she was before.
When she came out of the bathroom, she was wearing a nightgown of some
sort, with a bathrobe over top. I got up and turned off the TV.
"You must be tired, so I'll just go to my room."
"Yeah, I almost fell asleep in the tub."
"I can understand that. Well, good night Julie."
"Good night Bruce, and thank-you again."
"No problem, Julie"
I started to close my bedroom door when,
"Um, Bruce..."
"Yes?"
"Um.... how old are you?"
"I just turned 28 last month, why?"
"Just curious, Good night"
"Good night"
The next morning was Saturday, so I didn't have to get up early. It
was a good thing, too, because I had trouble getting to sleep that night.
A beautiful 18 year-old woman was sleeping in my sofa-bed in the next room,
and all sorts of fantasies kept creeping into my mind, despite my best
efforts to keep them out. I really wanted to help Julie, not scare her off
by coming on to her.
I finally roused myself around 10 am (I normally get up for work at 5
am), and almost forgot that she was out there. My bedroom door reminded
me, as I usually do not close it. I put on a robe to go to the washroom
and take a shower.
I didn't hear anything from the other room, so I opened my door
quietly, and saw that she was still sleeping. I guess her day yesterday
took more out of her than I thought. I couldn't help standing there and
admiring the sleeping beauty in my living room. Her face looked so
innocent, especially with her hair sleep-mussed as it was.
When I finished my shower, I found Julie awake, and already putting
the bed back into the sofa. She was dressed in her nightgown and robe
again, and was having difficulty with the sofa-bed.
"Could you give me a hand? I can't seem to get it quite right."
I gathered my robe a little more tightly around me, and helped her put
the bed back.
"So how are you feeling today, Julie?"
"Much better, thanks. Um, maybe I can make breakfast for you, as
partial payment for letting me stay here last night?"
"Sure, if you like. I'll get dressed."
"Same here. I can cook a good omelette, do you have lots of eggs?"
From behind my bedroom door,
"I think I have some, but probably not very many. I've got a few
other things we can add to fill it out for two"
Not unexpectedly, I managed to be finished dressing before she did, so
had to wait until she gave the all clear before leaving my bedroom. Women.
Cooking breakfast turned out to be a cozy joint venture, even though
she had wanted to do it all herself. Since I get the paper delivered, we
went over the classified ads together after breakfast. We found several
job ads she could respond to, though since neither one of us has a car,
that limited her choices. She wanted to stay away from telemarketing, so
we picked out five job ads for sales clerk positions that I thought she
could get to by bus during the day.
Then she surprised me.
"What do I do if they want a resume, though?"
"You mean, you don't have one made up?"
"No"
So we spent the next hour on my computer, knocking off a resume for
her. I used my resume as an example and we just replaced the contents with
her information.
With several copies of her new resume, a few dollars for bus fare, and
a promise of a place to stay that night, Julie went off to face the city.
She left her duffel bag behind, so I was fairly certain I would see
her again. I was pessimistic that she would be able to find a job very
quickly, because she had no experience. She did have her good looks,
though, and for the positions she was applying for, that was a big plus.
A little after 5 pm, a rapid beeping of my intercom roused me from my
book. It was Julie, she was back, and she was excited. She burst through
my apartment door, mouth moving faster than I could follow. Evidently, she
got a job. She was to start Monday.
After congratulating her, I realized the time had come to talk about
her immediate future.
"I'm going to be making $7 an hour! Wow! Isn't that great?"
"Um, Julie, that is just a bit better than minimum wage."
"Oh. It should be enough for me to live on, right?"
"It should, as long as you are careful with your spending. Like
buying only what you need, not what you want."
"Oh." She looked a little like a balloon whose air had been partially
let go.
"It will probably take you a few weeks to make enough to get your own
apartment."
"I never thought about that." The balloon deflated a bit more.
"There are places you could stay for cheap, for awhile, while you
save, though."
"Hmm." She got a thoughtful look about her, though I thought that it
was not exactly genuine. She then smiled at me, and said, "Ummm, Bruce."
I thought about what would be coming next, and tried not to let on
that I was eager to let her stay with me.
"Ummm, Bruce. Would it be all right if I stay here until I 'get my
feet on the ground'?" She continued to give me that heart wrenching smile
that was threatening to cause my brain to shut down, and let my heart and
genitals take over.
There was no doubt about it, she was asking what I was hoping she
would ask, and she was trying (successfully), to win me over with her
feminine wiles. Her body language suggested a shy forwardness and sexiness
that I found interesting. Her medium to large breasts were being presented
as if on display, their nipples pointed right at me. I marveled that they
were so visible beneath her blouse and bra.
I wrenched my mind back to the question,
"Sure, I wouldn't mind a bit. I would love the company for awhile."
She gave a cute girlish squeal, and actually jumped forward to hug me.
"Oh, thankyou thankyou thankyou, ThankYOU!"
My mind was starting to blank out for a bit, as her body was pressed
up against mine. The firm swell of her breasts against my chest was taking
my breath away. My cock was starting to make its presence felt, so I was
lucky that she released me when she did.
We were watching TV that evening after supper, (well, at least she
was, I was half watching her), when at a commercial break, she surprised me
with a question:
"How come you don't have a girlfriend, Bruce?"
"What makes you think I don't?"
"Well", she said in a mock exasperation, "if you did, I doubt you
would have let me stay."
"Your right. Well, I'm a bit shy. I'm not good at talking to women I
like romantically. How come you don't have a boyfriend?"
"What makes you think I don't"
"Well", I copy her previous mock exasperation, "if you did, you would
have asked him for help, and not ended up out in the cold."
"Touche."
We went back to watching TV, but at the next commercial break,
"Do you think I'm pretty?"
Oh, oh. How do I answer that without my shyness threatening to
interrupt?
"Uh... Yeah, I think your very pretty."
"Thank-you. I think you're good-looking to." She beamed at me, and I
thought I was going to sink through my chair.
The rest of the evening was uneventful, though I did notice that when
she changed into her nightclothes later while I was setting up her bed, she
had left her bathrobe behind, wore only her nightgown. It was full-body,
but did nothing to hide the fullness of her breasts. Her hips did a neat
little wobble as she walked also.
I retired to my bedroom, and masturbated, thinking about her in the
next room.
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Chance
by Windrider
Chapters 1 2
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