Chapter 1

I had known Kristen and her family for a long time. I watched her grow from a sweet little girl to a gawky pre-teen and then to a truly lovely sixteen year old.

When she was young Kristen had had a big crush on me. I used to love it when her parents would bring her over. She always gave me big hugs and nice wet little girl kisses.

There came a time one summer when I got to “know” little Kristen a lot better. It happened one warm June evening when she spent the night with my then thirteen year old sister in law, Lauren. But that is another story.

Kristen had always been a “looker.” She was about 5’-5”. She had a nice trim figure even as a little girl and as she grew older her curves filled out into one of the nicest bodies I have ever seen. By the time she was sixteen, Kristen wore her beautiful long blonde hair in a ponytail most of the time that hung to her waist. She had sparkling blue eyes and a pouty little mouth.

Unfortunately, as some good-looking girls often do, Kristen became rather enamoured with herself as she grew. By the time of this story, she’d become one of those “untouchable” beauties that one can only dream about. “I wonder who gets to fuck them?”

She was now a junior in high school and very popular. Everyone knew her by name. She was the head cheerleader on the varsity squad; the only junior in the history of the school to ever achieve this rank. She was very much in the running for Class President. She was expected by all to graduate with honours. She was dating a guy named Rick who was a sophomore at the University of Virginia. She was simply magnificent and she knew it!

Kristen lived with her mother Lyle in a little old house out in the county after her father’s untimely death. The two women had a difficult time dealing with minor problems such as broken plumbing and the like. After Lyle’s husband died I would often go over to fix little things around the house for her. Occasionally I would run into Kristen when she came home after school.

I would always try to strike up a conversation with her but was usually not so politely snubbed by the young beauty. This really hurt my feelings, but what the hell. She was a busy girl with young friends of her own and really didn’t have time for an “old” guy like me. I must admit, though, after a while I began to get angry. One afternoon I had some spare time and decided to run by Lyle and Kristen’s house to fix a downstairs sink that needs some attention.

Lyle had given me the key to their house months ago since I had become their kind of “handy man”. I let myself in at around 2:45. I was working on the P-Trap trying to get it loose when I heard the back door slam. I looked at my watch. It was 3:30; must be Kristen getting home after school. I gave the wrench one more big push and the trap bolt finally let go. I got up from under the vanity to go outside for some Teflon tape.

As I strolled into the kitchen, Kristen was there eating an apple and looking really great as usual. Hi, Kristen, I said cheerily. “Hello,” she said not even looking at me in her snotty way. I was beginning to seethe as I went out of the door. When I returned, Kristen was gone. I heard a stereo turned up loud upstairs. I went back to work on the sink.

It only took me another 15 minutes to put everything back together. When I was finished, I washed my hands in the kitchen and was preparing to leave when out of nowhere a thought struck me. I remembered as clearly as if it were yesterday leaning down a licking Kristen’s wet cunt all those years ago.

I could hear the stereo blaring as crept up the back stairs. I followed the sounds of Led Zeppelin as I finally approached the closed door. “Hmmm,” I thought. “Now there’s a familiar smell.” Being a burnout from the sixties I immediately recognized the smell of burning marijuana.

Kristen was in the process of taking a big hit off the joint when I opened her door. “What’s that funny smell?” I asked as I grinned knowingly at the startled young girl on the bed? Kristen was caught and she knew it. She had nowhere to run.

“Uh ... Hi,” she said, immediately turning on the manipulative charm. “It’s just some Turkish tobacco that my boyfriend gave me.”

“Yeah, right,” I said as I walked into her room uninvited. I closed the door behind me. As I approached the bed, I also noticed an open can of Budweiser on the nightstand. As I eyed first the can then Kristen, she looked at me guiltily. “Does your Mom know that you are smoking pot and drinking?” I asked the worried teen.

“Well, no, but...”

“But what?” I prompted.

“Well ... she doesn’t have to know, does she?”

“I don’t know, Kristen,” I said.

“Please don’t tell Mom,” she pleaded. “I only do this once in a while.” She looked so vulnerable at that moment.

I thought for a moment; letting the minutes drag by. Finally I said, “Tell you what, I don’t know why I should do you any favours after the way you’ve been treating me the past couple of years, but I’ll let this go on one provision. I want you to start treating me a LOT better. You owe me for this, Kristen.”

“What exactly do you mean?” she asked, a haughty tone returning to her voice.

“I mean,” I went on, “I don’t want to hear that kind of a tone in your voice when you speak to me. I want you to be sweet and nice.” I sat on the bed beside the young blonde. She moved away apprehensively. “Hey, take it easy,” I said. “You can start by offering me a hit off that joint.”