Stupid Ch. 02

Ken was awoken by the smell and sounds of food being prepared. After tossing on a pair of shorts and a shirt, he groggily made his way to the kitchen where he saw Kate doing her imitation of a chef. She wore more of her newly purchased clothes and seemed completely at ease as she oversaw the preparation of the morning meal.

Unsure as to what to say, Ken simply said, "Morning", and watched as Kate laid out the meal. She had cobbled together french toast and ham from the supplies in his refrigerator and laid it out with the panache of someone who had experience in such matters. Which of course she did, he reminded himself.

"I thought I'd surprise you this morning," Kate beamed when she saw him standing there.

Surprise last night would be more like it, Ken thought.

Taking his place at the table, Ken thanked Kate and waited for her to be seated before digging in. The french toast was soft but still firm enough that it had a good texture and the ham was equally well done. He didn't remember when he last had french toast and was happy that someone else had taken the time to make it.

Kate seemed much more upbeat compared to the last few days and she practically glowed while she ate her meal.

Pausing to eat, Ken tried to broach the subject of the elephant in the room.

"Kate, about last night. . ." he began, letting the words trail off.

"Look, I know what you're going to say," she replied, her words backed with supreme confidence, "but I knew what I was doing."

Ken looked at her, trying to take the measure of her. He only saw an attractive young woman who truly did know what she was doing and had no regrets. In reality, he should have pushed her away but knew that he too had known what he was doing.

"Kate, we should talk..."

"There's nothing to talk about," she abruptly cut him off. "I did what I did and that's that."

There was a pregnant pause as the two eyed each other across the table.

"So, do you want to take a day off and go somewhere?" he asked, realizing there would be no more discussion of the matter.

"What do you have in mind?"

"How about a trip to Philly?"

"Sure, sounds good!"

With very little small talk, the two finished breakfast and went their respective ways before meeting back in the kitchen to go on the trip. Kate wore a new pair of jeans and a shirt along with a pair of flats she had purchased at the shoe store. Ken again noticed the contours of her body beneath her clothes and how attractive she really was. That taut little ass he had held in his hands last night filled her jeans well and her shirt, while not low-cut, showed the curves of her young breasts.

They piled into his car and almost an hour later arrived at the Franklin Institute. They spent several hours wandering through the exhibits, exploring the history of the museum and at times, acting like kids as they used some of the hands-on displays. Kate had opened up more and was joking around with him, occasionally giving Ken a playful smack when he made one of his sarcastic comments.

Ken too was more at ease. He liked being with Kate, despite their age difference, and was completely relaxed around her. He even let out one or two off-color jokes which Kate gave him a faux look of astonishment at hearing the punchline. The two were having a good time together and the previous nights activity was completely forgotten.

After a quick bite at a local pizza shop, the two wandered down to the Rodin Museum. Kate had never seen so many sculptures in one location and her eyes darted from one to the next. She read the plaque which accompanied each piece before examining it in more detail. Sometimes, her nose practically bumped into the piece she was so close and was warned by the museum guard not to get to touch the item.

Ken, while interested in the pieces, was more interested in Kate. He watched as her child-like demeanor bounced from one piece to the next, her eyes wide with curiosity as she studied each in turn. Despite this, he couldn't stop thinking about her. Not her as a person, but her. As in her body. He remembered how she felt in his arms, how she sounded, how she moved.

Snapping out of his daydream, he looked around but didn't see Kate. He wandered from room to room before exiting to the garden. He found Kate sitting on a bench under a tree, watching the water cascade from the fountain into the reflecting pool.

"You wandered away," Ken said as he approached her, the loose pea gravel crunching under his feet.

"You looked lost in deep thought," Kate replied, looking at him and grinning.

Ken chuckled as he sat down beside her. "It happens when you get to be my age."

"Oh yeah, you're just ancient," Kate sarcastically retorted.

Both laughed at her comment before turning back to the reflecting pool. Ken felt something touch his hand and looking down, saw Kate's hand resting on his. He looked at her and she back at him.

"Thank you," she quietly said before removing her hand.

"No problem," Ken replied with a smile. He was tempted to give her a light kiss on the cheek but held back, unsure if that would send the wrong message.

The two sat for several minutes staring at the pool and its surroundings before they wandered back inside. The myriad of sculptures and castings began to blend as one as the two resumed their tour and eventually, Ken guided them back outside.

"You ready to head back?" he asked as they stood before the massive bronze casting of The Gates of Hell, "or do you want to look around some more?"

Kate's eyes wandered over the casting with its depictions of the human body expressed in both erotic and tormented poses. "I think I've seen enough for one day," she replied. "I'm not sure I could see any more. It's all so overwhelming."

Retracing their steps to the parking garage, they arrived home with the sun just beginning to set behind the rolling hills, having had a back-and-forth conversation during their ride. As they went into the kitchen, Kate again thanked Ken and gave him a hug before she went to her room. Ken inwardly sighed and went to get a shower to take off the city grime.

Feeling refreshed after his shower, Ken turned his attention to dinner. He wasn't in the mood for making anything even though he was hungry. Deciding to splurge some more, he knocked on Kate's door which he found not to be fully closed. As the door opened inward, he heard the sound of water running in the shower and peeking his head around, saw Kate's outline through the shower curtain. He couldn't see her form clearly through the steam and moisture on the shower curtain, but he did notice the outline of her nude form moving from side to side as she cleaned herself.

He watched as her arms moved over her young body, as she bent over to wash her legs, as she stood under the shower and rinsed her hair. He remembered how she had felt in his arms the previous night and tried to imagine how she looked nude. He thought back to how her form melded with him, the sounds she made as they pleasured each other, her soft curves rubbing against him.

As his memories and imagination took over, he felt himself getting aroused and realized he shouldn't be there. Backing away, he closed the door to its former position and went to watch some tv.

He was only in the living room for fifteen minutes when he got up from his chair and went back to her room. He again knocked and was rewarded with her cheerful voice telling him to come in. When he opened the door, he found her sitting on the bed with a towel wrapped around her body and leaning over as she put lotion on her leg. Because of her hunched over position, the edge of the towel fell along her hip, exposing her trim leg, its shapely form mesmerizing Ken for a moment.

His eyes roamed over her nearly nude body. From the curve of her bare shoulders, down her delicate arm and back to her gracefully extended leg, he visually inhaled her alluring body. Her still damp hair clung to her cheeks and pointed to her supple lips, adding to her appeal.

Supple lips? What was he thinking?!

"How about we go out to dinner tonight?" he asked as he stared at her bare leg.

"Sure, where are we going?" Kate replied without looking up. "Do I need a new outfit?"

Ken laughed. "No, nothing that formal. Think a step or two above McDonald's."

"Oooh, be still my beating heart," Kate joked. "I see you're going all out tonight."

"What can I say," Ken shrugged, "I know how to show a lady a good time."

"I'll bet you do," Kate said as she turned her head towards him and gave him a knowing smile. Her damp hair framed her face, her smile seductive and tempting, her body so close yet so far from sight.

"Meet me in half an hour?"

"I'll be there," Kate replied, and shifted her body so she could apply lotion to her other leg.

With another look up and down her body, Ken left her to her own devices and got himself ready. He put on a pair of light tan pants matched with a polo-style baby-blue shirt and went to the kitchen to wait. Almost half an hour on the nose, Kate appeared wearing an above-the-knee pleated black skirt and a lightweight, short-sleeved white sweater with the top two buttons open. Ken wasn't sure if she looked adorable or elegant but either way, she was most definitely attractive.

"Boy, do I feel underdressed," he joked when she presented herself before him.

"You're fine," she reassured him. "In fact, you look dashingly handsome." Brushing something from his shirt, her hand rested on his chest for several seconds, her brown eyes staring into his as he looked at her.

Breaking the moment, Ken smiled and extended his arm to signal they should move on. They left his house and a short time later arrived at one of those out of the way diners that always serves good food and which the locals keep a closely guarded secret from tourists. They were seated at a booth along the wall which had a window so they could watch the traffic go by.

Their waitress was punctual and capable and their order was brought to them while still piping hot. The two tried a bit of each other's dinner and made small talk though that uneasy, awkward silence keep revealing itself. Both had dessert and by the time they left, each had had more than enough to eat. After paying the bill and leaving a tip, Ken took his time getting back home.

After Ken held the door open for her, Kate eased her seat back and reclined it a bit to make herself more comfortable before closing her eyes. After driving for a few minutes, Ken looked over at her recumbent form and saw between the opening of her sweater with the aid of the lights from a series of oncoming cars. He noticed the edge of a white bra covering her young breasts and had to pull his attention away to focus on the road. Moments later, he again looked at her and gazed at her exposed legs extending from under her skirt which rode high on her thighs.

He imagined reaching his hand out to touch her leg, its smooth skin so close and inviting. For a moment, he imagined her young body in his hands. How his fingers would find their way under her skirt, sliding them between her legs and...

Forcing the thoughts from his head, he drove with only the occasional car on the road keeping him company. As soon as the car was parked, Kate opened her eyes and sat up, apparently refreshed after her short nap. As before, she gave Ken a hug in the kitchen and thanked him, holding on to him longer than the previous time.

Ken hugged her back and gave her a squeeze. He felt her breasts pressing into him, her warmth seeping into his own body, a slight scent of berries in the air. He wanted to hold her longer but his sensibilities kicked in and he broke their contact. Looking into her eyes, he only smiled and walked away.

After changing into his usual shorts and t-shirt, he flopped onto the sofa, his body wedged into the corner while his feet were propped up on the coffee table with his arm stretched across the back of the sofa. He flipped through the channels trying to find something interesting to watch before finally settling on a show about ancient Rome.

A few minutes later he heard the light patter of bare feet on the kitchen floor and moments later Kate crossed his field of view now wearing an oversized t-shirt. As she stepped across his extended legs, she was backlit by the light of the television and for a brief moment Ken saw her body outlined inside the translucent shirt. He caught a glimpse of her spread legs and the gentle curve of her waist before she moved to the side and, as if it was the natural thing to do, curled up on the sofa next to him. She leaned into him, her head resting on his chest just below his shoulder with an arm laying across his body. He felt her nude breasts between them, their firmness and warmth a distraction he couldn't shake.

Ken was somewhat surprised at this but didn't comment. He figured if she was comfortable with this arrangement, so was he. She had grown on him these last few days and he didn't mind that the two had become closer. He returned his attention to the show and settled in for the evening.

As he watched the show, he must have started to doze off because his arm fell from its perch on the back of the sofa and landed on Kate's hip.

"Oops," he commented. "Sorry about that." He raised his arm to put it back in position when Kate caught his attention by looking up at him and smiling. "It's ok. I don't mind," she told him.

Ken smiled back and rather than removing his arm, let it stay where it landed. While he watched the show, his attention shifted to the sensation beneath his hand. Though resting on the t-shirt, he realized he couldn't feel that little bump that signified she was wearing anything underneath the shirt. He tried to surrepticiously move his fingers to verify this, but this only served to alert Kate.

"You ok?" she asked.

"Uh huh. My hand was falling asleep," he feigned.

"I hate when that happens," Kate remarked, her attention never wavering from the television. She shifted her position and snuggled even closer to Ken. The fingers of his hand now rested along the bottom edge of her shirt, her hip nearly exposed from beneath the edge of the material.

Ken glanced down and gazed at her exposed leg, his fingers a fraction of an inch from their smooth form.

Without thinking, he shifted his hand so his thumb went under the edge of the shirt while the rest of his hand lay on the junction of her hip and thigh. Her warm skin beneath his fingers was an enjoyable feeling and he let his hand relax on her leg.

A moment later Kate shifted her body, this time sliding a few inches away from him. In so doing, her shirt caught on Ken's hand, exposing her entire hip, the curved form of her ass and nearly her waist.

Ken glanced down and saw confirmation that she was nude beneath the shirt. His heart skipped a beat as this realization set in and in a gentlemanly gesture, gently pulled on the edge of the shirt to cover that which was exposed.

Kate lifted her head and looked at him.

"I don't mind Ken," she whispered, her words hanging in the air.

Ken looked into her eyes, his heart beating faster as the significance of her words set in. She didn't mind.

"Kate, I didn't mean..." Ken tried to respond but was cut short as Kate moved upwards and kissed him. Her soft lips met his, followed a moment later by her tongue diving into his mouth. Her hand reached across his body and searched about the end table until it found the remote control. Without breaking their embrace, she found the mute button and smashed it with her thumb. The two were now bathed in a flickering blue electronic glow with only the sounds of their bodies breaking the silence.

Without thought, his instincts took over and Ken responded to her. His tongue danced with hers, their mouths locked in a lovers embrace. Kate twisted her body such that she was kneeling on the sofa, her breasts meeting his chest, her arms now wrapped behind his neck and holding her to him. Ken's left hand went to her back and held her to him, her soft feminine form eliciting his male desires as their mouths sought one another.

His right hand, having fallen from her body as she moved, found its way to her calf where it slowly climbed its way up the back of her leg and under the edge of her shirt. Moving higher, collecting the shirt edge with his wrist, he traced his way over the tantalizing curves of her ass to the small of her back.

Kate sighed in his mouth as his warm hand teased her. Moments later, she released her arm from about his neck and slid it down his body to the growing bulge in his shorts.

Ken's heart lept as he felt her hand squeeze his cock and this snapped him back to the reality of the situation.

"Kate, stop," Ken directed, disengaging his mouth from hers, his voice saying one thing while his body said another. He tried to calm himself as Kate's body leaned forward, her head now resting on his chest. His dick grew harder by the moment at the touch and sight of this young woman, the fingers of her hand now reaching into the waistband of his shorts and pulling them down. His heart pounded as she exposed him, the purple head then the shaft coming into view as Kate's eyes now fixed on his swelling cock.

Ken's mind was having seizures trying to reconcile two completely opposing thoughts. On one hand, he knew this wasn't right. He was old enough to be her father. What happened last night was a one-time affair, merely the actions of a young woman who craved security and intimacy and his own failings to stop her.

On the other hand, his male libido urged him forward, to let things happen as they will. To have a young body at his disposal, one completely willing and without regrets to satisfy his carnal urges was an opportunity not to be denied. His heart raced, his throat becoming dry as Kate took hold of his stiffening dick in her warm hand and gently stroked him.

"I want you," Kate replied in a firm, quiet voice, the warmth of her breath now teasing his cock with its touch as she lowered her head. Leaning down, she lightly rubbed her cheek on his swelling head, his heart leaping in his chest at her touch. The softness of her skin and her hand wrapped about his shaft were all that was needed for Ken to submit to her.

Adjusting herself, Kate leaned her head over and took his cock into her mouth, her soft lips sliding over and down his shaft at a slow and steady pace. She savored the taste of him, his thick shaft filling her small mouth, the musky smell of his loins in the air. Several times she sucked his entire length, her silken tongue swirling around his knob when she got to the top before her warm, wet mouth closed about him and she slowly moved down his entire length.

Ken's heart thudded in his chest at her light touch, his hips lifting as she took him in her mouth. He breathed heavily as her hand methodically stroked him while her tongue danced between his legs.

In the moment Ken lifted his hips, Kate released her mouth from about his cock and used her hands to yank his shorts down to the floor, allowing his legs to open wide. Once done, she again took him into her mouth, her lips sealed tightly around him while her head moved rhythmically up and down. Switching hands, she reached down with her right hand to cup and lightly juggled his swelling sack. Ken moaned softly at her touch, his head leaning back on the couch as he let himself be taken by this young woman.

When Kate reached the top of his engorged head, she flicked the tip of his cock with her tongue while her hand held him in place. Ken squirmed at her fleeting touches, feeling as if he would explode at any moment until Kate stopped and squeezed him, a large drop of precum showing itself which she licked away. She then slid her mouth up and down the outside of his shaft a few times, her lips touching and kissing his skin with soft smacking sounds.