Andrea Jim

The small, thin tires of Andreas old Escort slopped through the black slush of the apartment complex lot and came to a stop in her usual place. The day was a constant gray from beginning to end, wind forcing stinging ice into fair skinned faces, closing schools and the rest. The ride into the city was slowed that morning by a series of small wrecks dotting the shoulders of the parkway. Andrea hated the city, hated how it took an hour to really get anywhere. She had lived most of her life in the country, not too far from the city, a couple of hours really, but far enough to have a very different outlook on life than most where she presently dwelt. Especially despised by her sensibilities was the daily ride home in traffic that barely moved and she was particularly loathsome this gray day that added an additional hour to her journey.

Andrea worked at a downtown bank as a teller, trading tall trees and familiarity for tall buildings and money. She had graduated high school back home and entered a small business school where local young women could learn the skills of secretaries, receptionists and basics of accounting. Jobs in her market for young women were restricted to nursing, secretarial, factory or ringing folks up at Wal-Mart. While she had worked at Wal-Mart in high school, she didnt want to be there when she was fifty, still stocking the candy racks and asking kids for their I.D. to buy smokes. Nursing and factory did not inspire her either, so she had two years of business school on scholarship and was lucky and skilled enough to get on with a local bank upon graduating as an entry level part time teller.

Andrea lived with her mother back home, in a singlewide trailer that sat on a small piece of rocky land her grandfather had left them when he had died. Like most of the other folks who lived out in the counties, beyond even the small towns that were the county seats, she grew up drinking well water, catching crawdads in the creek and only knowing a kerosene heater for warmth in winter. While Andrea was still in high school, her mother became friendly with a local man who worked as a safety inspector at a local pre-fab metal building plant. They met at a local dive bar, a real piss soaked hole in the wall. Looking back, Andrea could now see that her mother was a bit of a slut at the very least, a whore at the most. Andrea never knew her father, and perhaps her mother didnt even know for sure who he was. But Andrea did know that she liked Jim, her moms new boyfriend.

Jim was a well learned man but was not an egghead, nor was he a self-proclaimed redneck as many others in the area were so proud to boast. He was from the small town near Andreas home and had lived there most of his life. Jim was unsure of how to handle dating a woman with a child as he had never been married and was not well versed with women. To be fair, Jim came off as quit inexperienced but he also came off as a kind man who was not overly sensitive or mushy. He always made it a point to greet Andrea happily when he came over and would always offer her a ride to the tiny mall or to a friends house if she needed one. At the time Jim was almost thirty and Andrea was sixteen. A couple of nights a week Jim would come over and they would all watch TV, and on weekends he would spend at least one day with her mother all alone.

Andrea did not have a wealth of friends growing up as she lived very remote to any real community. Even at school she seemed distant. Andreas mother never took her to church or had her play on any sports teams and all of the other girls did something together besides school. Andrea was also cursed to have developed breasts at a young age. The other girls would teases her and call her horrible names. Looking back now, like when she drove into work when there is nothing to do but sit ponder on lost things, Andrea knew why they teased and was beginning to accept the things of her youth she could not control. Boys also teased her and said the crudest sexual things that they didnt even understand. Her mother having a spotted reputation did not help much either. Andrea wondered just what Jim saw in her mother and why he would stay with her even with all the rumors that she was cheating on him with an ex. Andreas mother never cooked for him, never offered him any kind of feminine service men like, or even treated him very nice unless it was payday and she had a bill to pay. When Jim left her it was no surprise. Andrea always remembered how he smiled when he would come in with cake or pie, his polished hard hat under his arm. She always cherished the times they would all snuggle under a blanket and watch old movies on cold days. Even as Andrea left her car and dashed through the slush and ice to the apartment in her heels, she could remember crying when she knew he wouldnt come around anymore, and an endless stream of abusive and ugly men would follow him into her and her mothers lives.

Andrea slid her key into the frozen lock and with a little effort pushed her way inside. She tossed her coat on the love seat and flipped her mangled; stained and soaked shoes off near the door. After turning up the thermostat and waiting for the tell tale sound of it kicking in, she headed upstairs. Andrea took off her work clothes, laid them out on top of her clothesbasket and headed for the small bathroom. She turned the hot water on in the sink and began to wash off the small amount of makeup she wore to work. Andrea stopped and looked at her self in the mirror in just bra and panties. Whoever her father was, she wanted to thank him for some of her genes. Although white by all accounts, her complexion was darker and she looked as though she had a perpetual light tan. Her hair looked sort of Italian, she thought, black and wavy, but soft. However, Andrea knew what guys saw in her besides her largish breasts and her full lips. Andreas eyes were almost almond shaped and they sparkled sapphire. She had been told many times by customers, from migrant Mexican workers cashing their checks back home to tall men in pinstripe suits from the city (both equally as sleazy) that she had the sexiest eyes they had ever seen. Andrea took these remarks as just more flirting at first and she never was very good with compliments, she never knew if someone was picking on her. But as she got older and more confident, she began to like her exotic bedroom eyes as well. Andrea batted her eyes innocently and puckered a kiss to the girl in the mirror. She smiled pleasantly and stepped into a steaming shower.

Andreas cheeks were still flushed and cold from the snow and wind, so when the hot water hit her face she was jolted back. After a few minutes of standing frozen in place waiting for her body to adjust, she eventually mellowed and allowed the water to turn her into a languid pool of relaxed muscles. Andrea loaded up her frilly shower sponge with lavender scented body wash and foamed herself into a steamy bliss. Her slight, short body had wonderful lines and soft roundness in all the right places. She was proud of her shape, not athletic and not too soft just right. But as proud as she was, she never liked showing it off in public, never wore a bikini or even a tank top. There was only one person she very deeply wanted to notice, a want so deeply buried she hardly knew it was there.

As she stepped out of the shower she was covered in goose bumps by the chill air. She wrapped her hair in a towel and then wrapped her body up in an extra large fluffy towel. After she got done brushing her teeth and rinsing with mouthwash, she washed out the sink and smiled as she also washed away some shaving scum that was a mix of coarse red, brown and black whiskers. Yes, its true that a mans shaving scum is kind of nasty, but she was more than willing to put up with this mans whiskers. She turned off the sink and then very slowly she smiled and lifted a bottle of aftershave to her nose. She sniffed deeply and felt warmth settle into her spine.

When Andrea finally received her transfer to the large city branch, she was overjoyed. She had been waiting so long for a chance to leave and perhaps have a fresh start. She was still very young at twenty-one and was ready for life on her terms. Her decision to transfer was partly based on her new knowledge that Jim had been living in the city for a couple of years now in a new job. Some of the guys she had met at one of the nicer little bars in town had worked with Jim at the plant before he left. They told her they had heard that he was a sales rep for a company that sold industrial floor coatings and that he was doing pretty well in the city. Andrea thought about Jim and the city for a couple of weeks before she finally decided to ask more and eventually tracked down a phone number. When she mustered the courage to call him, she was relieved that he was still the same nice guy he had always been. He was sincere and caring for her in his words, but still very masculine as he said them.

Andrea had been afraid that he wouldnt remember her and now that they had talked, she felt like that sixteen year old all over again. Jim had indeed done well for himself in the city and he was very proud that she had such a good job with a future in that small town. Over the next few months Andrea got his address and wrote him a very tender letter thanking him for some of her more pleasant memories. She would have told him herself, but she wasnt sure she could speak the words without crying and she didnt want to be weak in front of him. Jim sent her a letter back and thanked her for her kind words and that he was very deeply touched that he could have had such a positive influence on someone and not even really know it. When she learned of a position open in the city she called Jim and asked if she could stay with him for a while so that she could start work and then find a place to stay. Jim readily agreed and in a couple of short weeks she had turned his office into a bedroom.

Andrea was thinking of all this as she put on her pajamas. So much change in such a short time. She slipped on a set of thermal underwear, not any Victorias Secret frilly outfit, no, the kind you get at Family Dollar. Ever since she was a little girl she loved those cheap long johns she would get for Christmas and even know as an adult, with a more sophisticated sense of fashion and style, she loved the comforting feel of the waffled fabric. Andrea sat down on her futon and pulled on a pair of ankle socks before heading downstairs to make dinner. As she walked down the steps she relished the feel of the fabric rubbing between her soft thighs. She always wore a pair one size too small, as she liked them to feel very snug, just like when she had grown out of her pair before the next Christmas. Even the shirt stretched tight across her breasts, so tight that it was too short to cover her tan, stunning belly.

Andrea made a big pot of stroganoff Hamburger Helper, again, not the name brand, the store brand. Old habits die-hard and even though she and Jim could afford it, she still bought her old comfort foods. Just as it was ready, Jim came home.

Hey pretty girl, Jim uttered through a forced smile. He was very clearly down by the weather and fighting a cold.

Hey Jim sit down on the couch and Ill bring you dinner, Andrea smiled back

Jim went upstairs and took off his wet clothes and came back in an old pair of gray sweat pants and a plain black T-shirt. He plopped down on the couch just as Andrea brought him a plate of food. They sat together and ate while they watched the news without saying much. When they were done eating, Andrea put all of the plates and dishes into the dishwasher and put a load of laundry in to wash while Jim flipped around the TV for a while. Jim didnt know what he had done to deserve such treatment since she had moved in. All of his adult life he had taken care of all of these things himself and been just fine. Now he hoped shed never leave and not only for purely selfish reason.

Andrea returned to the couch and sat down right next to Jim. She twirled a blanket from the back of the couch and spread it over their combined bodies. Andrea wrapped her arms around Jims torso and pulled herself close to his warm body. She laid her head on his belly, curled her legs under herself and watched TV. Jim draped his arm across her shoulder and back and held her to his side without thinking. In the course of a few months this had developed from laying a head on a shoulder to a full blown cuddling session. The both loved it and never spoke of it as out of the ordinary, it was just a simple comforting they both needed. Andrea was still adjusting to her new life and he was like an anchor, a friend and almost a father figure. It was Friday night and she knew this is where she wanted to be. One thing Jim wasnt fully aware of was that Andrea liked painkillers; prescriptions pills she could get from a friend of a friend back home. On Friday nights she would take a strong one with a shot of whiskey and just float out the evening cuddled against her rock. If he ever asked if she was ok, shed just say itd been a long week and she was very tired. He loved the feel of her against him more than he was really comfortable with.

Jim was awful when it came to women. The very few women he had even the shortest relationship with were horrible in his memory. He never knew what to say, what to do, and worse, he never felt he ever really told anyone how he really felt. He would never want to appear weak in front of others and never found a way to be what a woman wanted in a man. In his professional life he had a very quite confidence that served him well. In his personal life he often felt like a little boy who never learned how to play with girls. This beautiful woman beside him, snuggling to him like she had as a teen, had no idea what ways his mind was betraying him. He could not, would not hurt her. Either by body or mind he feared he would betray himself to her whatever it was she felt for him. Like always, he was a mass of confusion when it came to a woman he cared for.

After the hockey game was over he flipped off the TV with the remote and sat and listened to Andreas breath as she slept on his rising and falling belly. Very gently he lifted back the blanket and gathered her up into his arms and stood. Andrea reacted in her sleep by wrapping her legs around Jim as he stood. With his wide shoulders and strong frame he very easy carried her small body upstairs. Without thought in her painkiller-induced sleep, Andrea nuzzled sweetly against Jim and gently kissed his neck. Jim nearly stumbled up the last step as this happened. The feel of her breathe, her breasts straining against her shirt and rubbing his chest, her legs wrapping about his torso, it was all too much to register for Jim. He laid her down on her futon and pulled her comforter, the same quilt from her youth, up over her slight body. Jim backed from her room and dimmed her lights. He knew she liked a little light.

Jim sat hunched on the edge of his bed with his face in his hands. Wild thoughts entered his mind. He could not shake her from his thinking and he was ashamed to his core. She was certainly the most beautiful woman he had ever known and she was the sweetest to him that any woman had ever hoped to be. Jim thought of the innocent teen that valued his time with her so much, he thought of the woman that had written him such a gentle, innocent letter just a few short months ago. He thought of the sleeping angel that cuddled with him, cooked him meals and treated him like a God. His body was betraying his affection for her. How could he, a man she trusted, a man she had known as an authority figure as a child, how can he be thinking of what his body so desperately wants. He loved her. He loved her in a deep way and he would be an evil man to express it in the way his primordial instincts told him to act. Jim took some Nyquil, crawled under his covers and tried to shake her from his affection-starved mind.

Fever afflicted Jims slumbering thoughts.

The room seemed cold, too cold for comfort and yet he looked all too comfortable. A well-built man of forty lay sprawled out upon a wide white couch, wearing only white slacks and watching a large TV. A coked up whore was cock worshipping some horse hung, vapid stud on the screen. The man on the couch reached into his pants and began to slowly roll the skin of his cock up and down over its head as he watched the whore slobber bubbles and moan while she sucked the studs hairy balls. The man was taking his time in teasing himself to a full erection, enjoying the texture of his flesh. He gripped his rod in his large hand and felt his strong pulse while he flexed his cock. The man grinned a dastardly smile to himself as he heard the front door open.

The girl, her name we never knew, was home from school. What a beauty, the senior in high school, so young and stupid. She was as care free as an ignorant child, even though she had not been one since her last birthday, since she had started working at the music store on weekends, since she had applied for college, since she started sucking cock behind the bleachers during football games. She always smelled like pot and perfume and she always seemed to be smiling that glazed, hollow smile. Such a sweet face with a slim body, beautiful highlighted hair and a carefree sense of fashion, she never disappointed in pleasing her Daddy.

Without a word the girl dropped her book bag next to the big, red, hardwood door and took of her reefer smoke drenched denim jacket. As she advanced to the couch she flipped off her sandals, stepped out of her skirt and lifted off her white blouse. She stood before her father on the white plush rug in just plain pink cotton panties and a lacey little bra. Wickedly she grinned and watched him stroke himself under his clothes. He stared up into her eyes and they both knew. Mom was not coming home for a couple hours: it was time to jerk off Daddy.

The girl straddled her fathers legs and settled herself in for the session. She reached into the couch cushions and retrieved a bottle of lotion. Deftly she peeled back her Dads waistband while he still rubbed his fully erect cock. Once his cock was totally free, he released it, let out a breath, closed his eyes and rested his hands behind his head. The girl loved her Daddys cock, its feel, its look, and its smell. With a loud splurt, she squeezed a huge dollop of lotion directly on the head of his long cock. The lotion was cold and it caused his cock to twitch violently upward. Daddy let out a seething breath between his teeth and opened his eyes.

His daughter took both of her small hands and smoothed the lotion all over his cock slowly, languidly, pausing to pay attention to his heavy balls and then back to the head. With both hands she began to stroke the whole length of his cock, up and down, from base to head and pausing to fiddle the glans between her thumb and forefinger before beginning the process again. Her father would alternate his gaze between the porn blaring into the room, his daughters face and his daughters hands pleasing his need. He knew this was all he would ever do with his daughter; all he wanted to do with his pretty girl. Willingly she jerked her father off after school, as common as she would later eat a snack and take a nap after smoking a joint in her bathroom.

Moms a fucking bitch whore, the girl moaned. The mans cock twitched and swelled in her grasp.

Thats rightmmmnn, she cruelly grinned with slitted eyes. You know you love it when I call that fucking bitch a whore Daddy mmmmn, I feel your cock squirm in my hands when I say thatDaddy she again moaned.

That fucking bitch never jerked you like I jerk you, did she? Stupid fucking whore she doesnt deserve your cock.mmmn yes big, throbbing cock I wish she was here to watch me jerk your cock shed see me appreciate my Daddy oh your throbbing hard Daddy yeah, make Mommy watch her little girl do what she never knew how to do very well please Daddyare you going to come Daddy? she moaned, writhing atop her fathers thrusting body.