My Woman-Child by K. Lyn
As Heidi prepares for a fun filled night at the newest and hottest club in the college town she has called home for four years, the last person she expects to see is the one man she has wanted for years. When she opens the door of her apartment to find this man standing there, looking better than any man has a right to look, Heidi quickly replaces the surprised look on her face with a devilish grin.
Heidi was young, just three months shy of twenty-two, slender, with perky breasts and a cute butt. Her height of five feet, five inches was the only thing that stood between her and the wonderful world of modeling, a world into which she longed to be welcomed. “In these heels, I could stomp any runway,” she said to the woman-child looking back at her.
Heidi picked up the little black purse that completed her perfect ensemble, tossed her loosely curled long blonde hair a couple of times to give it that “play with me look”, and headed for the door.
Joe set his empty beer can on Heidi’s shiny glass table and stood up. He walked slowly toward her, standing so close to her now that she could smell the beer on his breath, the one manly scent that Heidi could not resist.
Lost in her lusty daydream, Heidi flinched when she felt Joe’s hand on the small of her back. He immediately stepped back.
“A bit jumpy, are we?” he teased.
Joe parked his truck, and Heidi reached for the door handle. Then she felt Joe’s hot heavy hand on her thigh, his fingers made thick from years of hard work on the farm pressed firmly on her inner thigh nearing her crotch.
“Excuse me,” she said firmly.
“Oh, please, you think I’m trying to cop a feel from you? Just a word of caution, Heidi. You may want to try and stay on your feet tonight. A good crotch shot is something that the young studs in there should pay for, don’t you think?”
Heidi roughly pulled Joe’s hand from her thigh and slammed it down on the seat of the truck. “I’ll keep that in mind,” she said, and glared at Joe.