I lived in Spokane, WA when my wife was killed by a drunk driver. She was coming home from work late one night when it happened. I got the phone call at 1:45 AM and when I told my three kids the next morning we were all a mess of tears.
We saw a therapist for months afterward and that helped. I was finally ready to resume my life. My employer had been very generous in granting me an indefinite leave of absence while I dealt with my pain.
Now that I was ready to go back I had to see what I could do with my kids. Before the wreck I was a stay-at-home Dad but now I needed some help with the children. I had 2 sons, 6 and 3, and a daughter, 9. I ran an ad in the local paper and on Craig's List. In the ad I said that I was looking for some help with household chores and childcare from about 8 AM to 6 PM.
In the first 4 days I had the ad running I only got 2 calls and they weren't suitable. Then on the fifth day I got the call for Melissa. "Hello." "Way I speak with Mr. Dentino?" "Speaking." "Hello, sir. My name is Melissa Pratt. I'm calling about the ad you have on Craig's List." "Yes. Thank you for your interest. What kind of experience do you have?" "I have cleaned my parents house since I was 10 and I've been responsible for my 7 younger siblings all my life." "You don't have any professional experience?" "No sir, but I'm very good." "I'm sorry.
I'm looking for someone with more experience." "Please, Mr.
Dentino. I really need this job. I would be perfect for it.
I want this. Since I had had so few responses to my ad I thought I'd at least try her out. "I'll tell you what, Melissa was it? You can come to my house and I'll try you out for a weekend while I'm home to supervise.
Is that okay with you?" "Yes, sir. And thank you, sir." I gave her my address and told her to be at my place at 8:AM on Saturday. Saturday came and my doorbell rang at 7:55 AM.
I opened the door and almost fell over backwards. Standing in front of me was a small girl (maybe 4'10") who looked about 12. Melissa could sense my unease. "I'm older than I look, sir." "And how old might that be?" "I'm 18." I invited her in and called my kids downstairs to meet her.
The three of them came bounding down the stairs and came to a stop beside me. "Rachel, Mike, Donny. This is Melissa." The three kids stayed right by my side. But then Melissa smiled at them. When I saw her smile my knees felt as if they would give out. This girl's smile reminded me of Christie Brinkley in "Vacation".
When the three of them saw her smile they smiled right back and moved forward. My youngest, Donny, held out his hand. "It's nice to make your applaintace." Melissa chuckled and knelt down. "You're adorable." she said while offering her arms to Donny. He jumped into her arms and gave her a huge hug. Within minutes the other two were hugging her as welll. Throughout the day I put Melissa through the paces.
She passed every test. She made us 3 wonderful meals, cleaned the whole house, watched the kids, played with the kids, did some school work with the kids. After dinner I asked Melissa to come back at the same time tomorrow.
"Come back? You mean I can't sleep here?" Now I realized why her purse was as big as it was. It was no purse; it was a suitcase. "I'm sorry Melissa. It's just a daytime job. I can't afford a live-in." "But sir, I need someplace to sleep. I'll be a live-in nanny for the same price. I really need someplace to live." "Don't you have a home now? And you can call me Don." "No, Don.
I got off the bus, went to an internet cafe and found your ad. I just moved to Spokane today." "Where are you from?" "Utah." I asked Melissa to go do the dishes and I would think things over. "I have the extra room, but I can't have someone live with me." I thought. "My wife had not been gone for even a year. I wasn't ready for this.
No. I couldn't handle this. But the kids really took to her and she is really good in the house. Maybe. No. I can't." I looked down at my watch. I had been sitting here lost in my thoughts for over two hours. I got up to go into the kitchen to tell Melissa I couldn't do it when I smelled something.
I got to the kitchen and there was a tray of cookies sitting on the stove and another in baking. "You seemed deep in thought, Don, so I made myself useful. Have one." I did and they were the best peanut butter cookies I had ever had.
"The kids. Where are the kids?" "I bathed them and put them to bed a half hour ago." "Melissa, I don't know if I can handle this, but we can try it for a while and see how it works out. After seeing you today I know you are the right person for the job, but I'm not sure I can handle living with a woman in my house so soon after my wife's death.
I want to try if only for the kids' sake. They liked you from the first hug. I have a room you can use. Get your bag and follow me. Do you have more things stored somewhere?" "Nope. This bag is all I brought from home." "Here's your room. You know where the bathroom is and the closet across the hall has some towels in it." "Thank you, Don. In the morning you stay in bed. I'll get up with the kids." I smiled.
Sleep in? I'd forgotten the meaning of that phrase. "Thank you, Melissa." I went to bed and fell asleep quickly. When I woke up it was 9:30. I hadn't slept this long since before Rachel was born. I leaped up, donned my robe and went downstairs. "What am I doing? I just met this girl and now I'm letting her take care of my kids." When I got downstairs Melissa, Rachel, Mike and Donny were in the living room playing Snakes and Ladders.
"Morning, Daddy." my kids chirped in unison. "Good morning, Don." I looked around. The kitchen was spotless. The kids hadn't eaten. I was about to say something when Melissa beat me to it. "We had omelettes for breakfast.
The eggs and fillings are in the fridge. Sit down and I'll make you one." Again I was taken aback. This girl is perfect. I sat down and ate while she played with the kids.
Sunday was another great day. We did stuff together around the house and went grocery shopping. Melissa had a list of what she needed and I let her take control of the shopping trip. Our lives went on like this for 4-5 weeks. Melissa met walked Mike and Rachel to their bus for school and met it after school was out. She made meals, kept the house perfect and made our lives pretty easy. Then came May 20th. The kids had been put to bed and I was walking downstairs. Melissa had gone to have a shower before I put the kids to bed and as I was passing the bathroom I noticed that the door was open a bit.
I moved to the door to pull it shut when I saw a reflexion of Melissa in the mirror. She was out of the shower and had just hung up her towel.
She was looking at me. She was naked. This was no girl looking back at me. This was a woman. I had never even noticed her body in the weeks she had been here. It was perfect.
She had maybe C cup perky breasts but they looked HUGE on her 4'10" frame. She had a small waist and curvy hips. She was gorgeous. I pulled the door shut and quickly went downstairs. My mind was racing. I had not even thought about sex for months and now I had this vision of perfection in my own home.
I had very conflicting thoughts. My wife's passing was still recent, but my raging hard-on was NOW. I couldn't do this. I went back upstairs and went into my room. I surfed the net and looked at pictures of small young women. I came extremely hard. It was the first orgasm I had since my wife was killed. I went to bed and slept fitfully. The next morning neither Melissa nor I said a word about the incident.
I told her that I wouldn't be home until after the kids' bedtime. When I got home Melissa was again in the shower. I stayed downstairs. Most of me wanted to go upstairs, but my legs wouldn't let me. I heard the shower stop. I waited for 20 minutes and then decided to go back up to my room. I got up and turned around. Melissa was standing at the top of the stairs - naked.
I stared. I ogled. I said nothing. "Don?" I said nothing. "Please say something, Don." "There aren't words fit for what I'm seeing." She smiled.
That fucking smile. I'm sure my hard-on was visible in my dress pants. "Thank you, Don." "It's after 9.
Why don't you come upstairs and I'll draw you a bath." "I don't want a bath." "I do. I need my back washed." My head was swimming and I moved up the stairs. I was not aware of my feet moving, but I moved up the stairs. Maybe I was floating.
I got to the third stair from the top and was looking at Melissa in the eyes. Her hand reached out and took mine. We went to my bedroom together and Melissa turned on the tub faucet. She came back out and began to take off my clothes. My shirt gave way first. Then my belt surrendered. Then she undid my pants and they fell to the floor. She gasped when my hard cock sprang into view. I don't wear underwear. She smiled. My socks were the last before she led me into the jetted tub.
She told me to relax as she climbed in beside me and sat a foot or so in front of me with her back facing me. Without a word she reached for the soap and handed it to me. I took it and began to caress her perfect back with it. "That's what I needed. Thank you, Don." I put the soap down in the water and sat there, unable to think of what to do. "You're not done yet." she said as she took fold of my hands.
She guided them up to her back and pulled them around her torso until they were cupping her perfect breasts. I began to caress her globes and play with her nipples. She cooed and moaned softly.
Soon she turned around and brought her lips to mine. We kissed and kissed. Our tongues became very-well acquainted. The water level in the tub began to diminish and I realized she had unplugged it. We got out and dried off.
I picked her up and carried her to my bed; all the while smothering her lips and face with kisses. I laid her down softly and kissed my way down her body. The whole time she was moaning and squirming. When I got to her pussy I licked her pussy lips and clitoral hood. I played and teased her.
Her moans got louder. I played more. This was the first time in 2 days that I had been in control of myself. Finally I began sucking on her rock hard clit. She groaned. I continued sucking until her hips started bucking up and down and she was screaming. Thank heaven my kids slept like the dead.
Melissa had one of the most mind-blowing orgasms I had ever seen; in real life or on video. When her eyes rolled back into proper position she looked at me. "Oh Don. That was perfect. Thank you." "It ain't over. It's FAR from over." Her smile almost gave the control back to her, but I kept it together. I rolled over onto my back and settle d into the pillows.
"You turn, babe. Say hello to my little friend." She didn't get the "Scarface" reference, but she did know I meant my hard dick. She began by licking up one side and down the other. She never touched the purple head; just the shaft. Then she licked and sucked my balls; still ignoring the head.
She went back to licking before taking my raging member into her mouth. She was very small but she could still get most of my 7 inches into her mouth. I was impressed. Her little head bobbed up and down as she moaned. Within minutes I erupted inside her. She kept bobbing up an down. When I was done she licked the stray bit of cum off her lips. Now it was MY turn to give thanks. "Melissa, that was wonderful. You do that sooooo well." "Thank you." I looked down and realized that I STILL had a raging boner.
This hadn't happened for well over 10 years. I was ready to go again. I rolled Melissa onto her back and moved my cock towards her pussy. She was shaking. "Are you scared, Melissa?" "No. I just want your fucking dick inside me." I slowly moved it into her pussy.
I felt resistance. I pushed. She winced. I stopped. "You're not a virgin are you?" "Yes.
You're the first person I've even kissed." I was blown away. How did she know how to do what she did to me? What should I do? I didn't know. "Fuck me, Don. Push your fucking dick into me. I don't care if it hurts. I want you to fuck me." Damn. I was losing control, but I pushed my member further. I kept pushing and soon I was rewarded. My cock sank in deep. Melissa screamed. I stopped.
"Fuck me, damn it. Ram my fucking pussy. Fuck me and fuck me hard." I slammed my cock in and out in and out in and out. Melissa screamed with each thrust. We rutted like pigs for over an hour. She must have had at least 5 orgasms before I erupted inside her dripping pussy.
We collapsed in each others' arms and gasped for breath. After 15 minutes or so I looked in her eyes. She smiled. "I'll change the sheets." I said, but before I could get up she planted her lips on mine and we kissed.
We got up after awhile and had a shower together. Melissa changed the sheets and we went back to bed. There was no sleep that night. I came more that night than I ever thought possible. In between we snuggled and talked.
I learned a lot about Melissa. She was a mormon from a very strict family. As soon as she was able she moved away. Her family was not going to allow this and she had to leave in the middle of the night. That was why she only had one bag when she showed up.
She had been banned from using the internet. She was not permitted to watch TV or movies and could only read approved books. When she was 17 she had been able to sneak to a movie one day and was mesmerized by what she saw. She then found ways to find out what the world was like on the outside and knew she had to experience it.
That's where I came in. We kept out relationship as is for 8 months. We would keep up civility during the day, but after the kids were asleep we would fuck like animals. Melissa wanted to try everything. One day, after our 8 months was up, we learned that Melissa was pregnant. We married and are still together to this day.