Summer of the House Sitter

As I guided Amber over to her chair, I was startled to see that she wasn't laughing. She was crying. Tears were trickling down her cheeks as she looked at the table, almost in shock.

"What's wrong, honey?" I said as I pulled the chair out for her to slide into.

"I can't... I mean... nobody has ever done anything like this for me..."

"Oops! Forgot the bread," I said, hurrying back to the kitchen to get the baguette out of the oven, where it had been warming.

It also gave Amber a chance to get herself together, as she seemed overwhelmed by the production I had put on. While I didn't want to see her cry, the fact that she seemed so impressed by my efforts made me very happy.

"Sorry about that," Amber said as we ate our salads. "I can't believe how beautiful this all is, and how much work you went through."

"I enjoyed every minute of it," I assured her.

The candlelight flickering on her bronzed skin made her glow, and as I watching her eating with unbridled enthusiasm, her eyes sparkled. How many times had I looked at Grace just like this? Every once in a while we would eat in here, and afterward we'd have a brandy and cuddle on the couch, and then go into the bedroom and make love like we were still kids.

I snapped out of my trance and cleared the salad dishes away before I plated the linguini and placed the chicken and wine sauce over the pasta as artfully as I could manage.

"This is the best dinner I've ever had!" Amber gushed as she devoured the meal. "Even better than my Mom, and she's a really good cook. This chicken is awesome, Herb, and I love the sauce."

"It was made with the same wine we're having," I said, refilling our glasses with the chilled Sauvignon Blanc. "Hope you don't think I'm trying to get you tipsy or anything with all the wine. You're safe with me."

"I'm not worried about that," Amber said, twirling the pasta onto her fork before looking back up at me and winking, adding, "Besides, I don't think I want to be too safe."

I chuckled at that, the devilish little grin that flashed across Amber's face sending a shiver down my spine. How I wished I could be that age again, and be fortunate enough to be sharing a dinner with such a sweet and innocent creature.

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Chapter Six: After dinner.

"To think I've been eating Bagel Bites and burritos for weeks, when I could have been eating like this!" Amber said, exhaling and setting her napkin on her plate. "I wish I could just keep eating all night, but I'm stuffed."

That was just as well, because she had just about eaten everything I had prepared. Bread, pasta, chicken were all wiped out. Amber had been ravenous, and I shook my head in wonder as I tried to figure out where this skinny girl was putting it. Watching her eat was an experience in itself, and I enjoyed her more than the food.

"Well, you still have one more night here, so maybe I can make you something even better tomorrow night, if you would like," I offered.

"No, tomorrow night will be my turn, if you'll have me over."

"My door is always open, and so is the kitchen," I said, as we brought the dishes over to the sink, where they would stay for the night.

"Tomorrow for that," I said, not letting Amber load the dishwasher, and she shrugged her shoulders and let me lead her into the living room.

"Wow, look at all the pictures," Amber said, as I turned on the light so she could see better.

"The place is sort of a Grace and me museum," I said, following Amber around as she walked along the perimeter of the room, looking with interest at all the photos of us through the years.

"She's so pretty," Amber said, looking at a photo of Grace with me and our kids at Disney World.

"She was that," I replied. "That's from about 25 - no 30 years ago."

I provided commentary for each photo, trailing just behind Amber as she walked. Her scent was intoxicating to me. The soft floral aroma filled my nostrils as I breathed in as much of her as I could. My hand grazed against hers as I pointed, which made my heart skip, and I was grateful for the chance to sit down when we had at last made the entire circuit of the room.

We sat on the love seat and talked, and when Amber caught sight of a photo album she reached over and grabbed it. Her skirt was so short as it was, and when she moved it slid up even further. Her tanned legs were inches from me, and I gazed longingly at the faint down that graced the outside of her thighs, stopping just over the knee. What I wouldn't give to run my hand over that soft thigh just one time, I thought.

"Oh, I was just putting some photos in that one the other day," I said, responding to a question Amber had asked while I had been busy staring, and handed her what would be our last album.

"I feel silly," I said as we looked through the photos in the book. The last photos of Grace that I had taken. Still lovely even then.

"Why?"

"This must be boring for you," I said with a shrug. "Looking at all these pictures of us old fogies."

"I love these photos," Amber said, her hand coming down on my arm after closing the book. "I think that Grace Jeffers must have been the luckiest woman in the world, and I'm sorry that I didn't get to meet her."

"I don't know about that," I said. "I think I was the lucky one."

"You both were lucky, then," Amber said, her hand sliding up and down the grey hair that covered my forearm, and I don't know if she realized how much I enjoyed that simple touch.

"See the way you two always looked at each other," Amber continued. "It was if no one else existed except for you two and your kids. You both seemed to worship each other."

"I guess you're right," I said, starting to feel a little misty while listening to Amber.

"I've had sex with a lot of guys."

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Chapter Seven: Oh.

I think I made a choking sound when Amber came out with that revelation, and I guess the shock was evident on my face, as I tried in vain to keep from getting visibly flustered.

"That bothers you, doesn't it?" Amber asked.

"Well no," I lied, trying to explain the feelings that overwhelmed me when she said that. "Maybe, a little, but it's your life, and you should live it as you see fit. Besides, things have changed since I was your age. Not as much as you might think, but they have."

"Probably not as promiscuous as some of my friends are, but I've still done it with a bunch of jerks," Amber confessed, her hand still sliding over my arm. "It's always so cold and distant. Like we're doing it out of force of habit. No love and no passion. Just sex. That's why I'm so envious of Grace. She had someone that loved her."

"You will too, honey," I assured her. "Someday you'll run into the right guy and you'll see."

"I want to be on someone's wall forty years from now," Amber said. "I want to share my life with someone special - somebody who will be sitting and talking about how wonderful I was, just like you still do with Grace."

"I wish it was the other way around," I confessed. "I wish it was me on the kitchen floor that day instead of her. She was so much a better person than I am. Thankfully, I'll likely never have the experience of outliving my kids, but it's no picnic outliving your wife either."

"But you go on, and now you're helping me figure out stuff. Passing on your knowledge to me, and maybe someday I'll have a chance to do the same for somebody else, so there's defintely a reason for you living."

"I guess," I sniffed.

"Do you still - you know - have feelings about stuff like that?"

"Like what?" I asked.

"Sex. Girls. Women."

"Me?" I said, taken aback for a second. "Well, sure. Especially for the last few weeks," I said with a wink and a chuckle, so she knew I was kidding.

"I know you like to look," Amber said, her hand now holding my forearm. "I've seen the way you look at me."

"Oh gee," I said, embarrassed at being exposed as the pervert I was, and feeling my neck gets warm as I felt myself blush. "I didn't mean anything by it. It's just that the only woman I've seen in a bathing suit for the last few years is Bob's wife, and so when a beautiful young woman like you shows up, it got my interest."

"I'm not beautiful, Herb," Amber said. "I've got an overbite, I'm too skinny and I'm kinda flat-chested. My roommates at college named me the President of our Itty Bitty Titty Committee, because mine are even smaller than theirs."

"Things like that don't matter," I said, feeling the sweat rolling down my back and sides. "I do apologize for staring though."

"I liked it, Herb," Amber said. "You did it in such a sweet way that I really enjoyed the attention. So, you say that you still have desires even though you're - what? 60?"

"64."

"You don't look it."

"Well yes, I still have desires," I finally answered, and for some reason, I decided to share my story. "A couple of nights ago, I had a dream about you."

"Me?" Amber said, giggling.

"Yes. See, that's why wine can be dangerous, because I can't believe I'm actually telling you this."

"Don't stop now Herb!" Amber insisted, her thigh now against my leg. "This sounds naughty."

"Well, there's not much to tell," I said. "In my dream, we were in the pool, and then we climbed out and went over to the grass and made love."

"Wow! Was it good?"

"Of course, but it ended rather abruptly. I had kind of - an accident."

"You mean you had an orgasm? Like a wet dream?"

"How do you know about something like that?" I asked.

"I've got brothers, and Mom used to say that Teddy must have had them every night," Amber said. "That's so awesome."

"Embarrassing is much more like it," I muttered, feeling dumb for babbling like this.

"You should have come over and said, Hey - let's get into the pool and then come out and make love on the lawn, Amber!" she said, leaning into me as she spoke, her smile wide and her teeth sparkling.

"Can you imagine?" I said, sharing a laugh at my expense. "You would have had me locked up for sure!"

"No, I would have said that I didn't want to mess up the lawn, and then you could have said - why don't you come over to my place and make love with me there?" Amber said.

I laughed, but when I looked at Amber she wasn't laughing any more, or even smiling. Instead she just stared at me, melting me with those big hazel eyes, and she took my hand and placed it on that silky thigh.

"I could never say..."

"You don't have to, Herb. I did. Make love to me."

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Chapter Eight: Another dream.

My lips might have been moving, but nothing was coming out, mainly because I couldn't think of anything to say. What do you say when a girl tells you something like that? It's one thing to fantasize about something like this, but when it actually happens?

"You okay, Herb?"

Apparently, Amber must have thought I was having an episode of some kind, but her voice snapped me out of it.

"Oh - yes. I'm fine," I assured her. "It's just that I wasn't expecting to hear you suggest something like that."

"Kinda slutty sounding, I guess," Amber said, looking a bit flustered now herself.

"No honey, that wasn't what I was thinking at all," I told her, suddenly remembering that my hand was still on that soft and creamy thigh. "It's just that I can't imagine why you be interested in a fossil like me, when there's any number of boys your age that would love to be with you."

"I don't want boys, Herb. I want you. I really like you. It's not pity or boredom or anything like that. I want you, and I know that you would never make a move on me, because you're too sweet a guy and a gentleman."

I was having difficulty following her reasoning, and could only keep thinking that when I was still a teenager, I don't remember having the hots for women who were cashing Social Security checks.

"I don't know what to say," I confessed.

"Tell me to follow you, and bring me into your bedroom," Amber suggested. "That would be a perfect start. From there, we can just see what happens. If you can't - you know - if it doesn't - that's okay too. I understand."

"It's not that," I said, and up until Amber said that, the thought hadn't crossed my mind, because I was thinking about so many other things.

"Well then?"

I stood up slowly and held out my hand to Amber, who took it as she rose with me. She rose far more gracefully than I had, and I suspect her back didn't protest like mine had, and her knees didn't creak either.

"Maybe this is another dream," I mumbled as I led Amber down the hall, past the room that Grace and I had shared for so many years and down to the spare bedroom where I spent almost all of my nights, save for Grace's birthday and our anniversary.

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Chapter Nine: Making love.

I turned on the light as we entered my bedroom, providing enough illumination so that we could see where we were going and what we were doing. Hopefully, it wouldn't be bright enough so she could really see what a 64 year old man's body looked like, but still bright enough so that I could see Amber's beauty, and especially the tiny parts that I hadn't already seen.

"Didn't make the bed," I said with a shrug, and was grateful that I kept a pretty neat home otherwise, and she sheets were clean. "Wasn't expecting this kind of company."

"We'd just mess it up anyway, right?" Amber replied.

We stood facing each other, a step away from the bed. Amber, the gorgeous 19 year old, who was eager to learn from Herb, the suave and sophisticated 64 year old mentor. Quite the scenario, except for the fact that there were only one pair of knees shaking, and only one stomach doing flips in the room. Some mentor.

After a moment, Amber's hands came up to the neck of my shirt and undid the tie, and proceeded to smoothly go down the row of buttons, undoing them with steady fingers.

My shirt got tugged out from my pants, and I tried to suck my stomach in as I let Amber pull it off of me. I resisted looking in the mirror, for fear that I would see what she was seeing, instead of the way I usually looked at myself.

Amber made a soft cooing sound as she raked her fingers through the silver pelt that covered my chest, and when she found my nipples, she tweaked them lightly, making me shiver.

Those twinkling hazel eyes of Amber's were locked on mine as I felt her undoing my belt. Eyes that must not be able to tell how I felt, because she was looking at me like I was really something special, instead of the way I was.

How was I? Terrified. I remembered feeling the same way one other time. Behind the bleachers at the ball field with Laura Sager, while we undressed each other just before making love. I was scared then too, and couldn't decide whether to run home or not, but I stayed and was glad I did. But that was almost 50 years ago! Why was I so frightened at this point of my life?

Now my belt was open and my pants were falling down to my ankles under Amber's guidance, and I almost fell as I awkwardly lifted each leg to let her get them off of me. Amber looked up and me and smiled, biting her lower lip as she often seemed to do, before bringing her hands up to the elastic of my boxer shorts and tugging them down slowly.

"Oh, wow!" Amber whispered as my shorts came down, and her hand reached up and took my penis in her hand.

I was going to tell her that she shouldn't be shook up about the size of my member; the fact was that although it looked very impressive as it hung down in a flaccid state, when fully erect it hardly got any bigger than it was limp. So while it got a lot of raised eyebrows in locker rooms over the years, they would never know that what it was, pretty much was it.

I soon realized that Amber hadn't been referring to the size of my instrument, but about the fact that I was uncircumsized, something which had become more rare over the years. She looked at it wide-eyed while she slid the hood up and down a number of times, before leaving the purplish head exposed while her mouth enveloped it.

Now it was my turn to make a sound, as Amber's mouth slid slowly down the length of my member. I reached down and ran my hands through her silky hair while watching her face disappear into my pubes, with my cock vanishing into her mouth and throat.

My knees buckled a little as Amber sucked hard, seemingly almost trying to swallow my cock clean down her throat, before sliding her mouth back up to the crown. Our eyes met, and I smiled as she winked and went back down my tool, which was now fully erect. Her hand had found my balls, and she was working over my dangling sack vigorously while going up and down my member.

So much for worrying about that part of me working, I thought to myself as I felt my cock turn into the blue steel version of my younger days. Now I had to worry about losing it under one of the most incredible oral assualts I had ever enjoyed.

Besides, I remembered. I was the one that was supposed to be running this show. Surging with confidence, I helped Amber up to her feet before I ended this night way too early.

I brushed the stray hair from her face as I leaned over and kissed her. I heard Amber make a soft grunting sound before wrapping her arms around my neck and returning the kiss. The warmth of her body against mine, and the feel of her titties against my chest and my cock against her stomach, made us both get frenzied as our tongues met.

After we broke apart, my unsteady fingers undid her silky jacket and removed it. The flimsy peach camasole was next, and Amber lifted her arms as I pulled it up over her head as delicately as I could.

So much to look at. Amber was naked to the waist now, and her hands came up a little bit, almost as if to shield her breasts from my eyes. Her modesty was as erotic as it was unnecessary, and I shook my head while putting my hands on her arms and bringing them down.

The willowy golden hairs on her forearms stood up straight as my hands slid down over them, exposing her breasts to my eyes for the first time. And what breasts they were.

I had never before seen such amazing looking breasts. They were even smaller than I had imagined during my mental flights of fancy. I had envisioned them being pert hand-fulls, but in reality it seemed quite possible to be able to take the entire thing in your mouth.

They were perky cone-shaped titties; her breasts jutted out proudly, and her aureolas were like little crimson volcanoes that dramatically sprouted out from the tips of the cones. The erotic appearance of her breasts was accentuated by their stark paleness against the surrounding bronze skin.

"Don't you dare," I whispered, my hands coming up blindly and cupping the perky buds in my palms. "They're so beautiful."

Amber whimpered a little, closing her eyes and letting her head fall fall onto her shoulders while thrusting her chest out. My hands gently kneaded the tender buds that were her nipples, which got a little firmer but remained plump and rubbery to the touch.

Amber's chest heaved as her breath grew quite rapid, and I noticed that I was starting to pant as well, so I knelt down and undid Amber's skirt. As it came off, I was momentarily stunned when I saw she was not wearing panties, and my face was inches away from her fully exposed sex.

What a delicate flower, I thought while inhaling deeply. Amber's bush was a very modest tuft of light brown hair, and it was so sparse that I could see the rise of her mound very clearly through the fur. I leaned forward and kissed her opening, reveling in the glory of the slightly musky and distinctively female aroma that wafted up with my kiss.

Coaxing Amber backwards a half step, she gently let herself fall back onto the bed, and I parted her thighs while moving between them. My lips found her wet opening, and I slid my tongue inside of Amber while my cheeks were buffeted by the softest hair imaginable. Her bush was so soft that it didn't feel like hair at all. It was almost like feeling a breeze against my face while my tongue explored her pearl, and her hip movement signaled that I was doing well.