The Henderson's Daughter
Mark comes home to find, Dawn, the Henderson's 19 year old daughter apparently locked out of her apartment. She wants to stay at his place until her parents come home. He agrees but isn't sure if he's made the right choice. She soon grows bored and has some ideas on how to kill the the time. Mark soon finds out that there is a lot more to the Henderson's daughter than a beautiful face and hot body.
The Henderson's Daughter is a start of a series of erotic short stories. It is approximately 10,200 words.
--Excerpt--
“I want to play something different.” She announced.
“Okay what do you want to play now?”
“Poker.” She said
“But we don't have any chips, remember?”
"I remember. We don't need them. We can play a different
kind of poker." She said and I saw a hint of a mischievous smile cross her
lips and her eyes sparkled.
"What game is that?"
"Strip Poker.” She said and that mischievous smile
blossomed across her lips. I have to say it was sexy as hell.
“What!” I said surprised. “Are you serious?”
“I'm serious.”
“We can’t play that.” I said.
“Why not?”
“Well for one I am a man and you are a much younger girl.” I
said realizing that she was really serious. I felt my stomach start to knot up
while at the same time I felt an excitement inside me spark to life. The last
time I had felt both nervous and excited like this was when I was in high
school and with my first girlfriend. What was wrong with me? I wondered. Here I
was getting the chance to see this beautiful girl naked and I was feeling like
a teenage virgin. I wanted to see this girl naked, hell I would love to fuck
her brains out but it wasn’t the right thing to do?
“I've told you I am not a kid. I am almost 19 now. And a
grown woman.” She said shuffling the deck. She placed the deck of cards down
and looked up at me. “We are two grown adults playing a fun grown up game. So
let’s play.”
I have to say she had a good point. She was pretty much grown
and she definitely looked grown up. I sat back lost for words.
“Plus you don’t have anything I haven’t seen before and I
don’t have anything you haven’t seen before.”
"I don't?"
"No. I have a brother and I'm not a virgin if that's
what you're getting at." She said.
"I wasn't asking."
"Well we are too grown adults playing an adult game."
She repeated. "There is no reason we can't have some fun." She said
smiling. "Or are you scared?” She then teased.
“What? No I am not scared. I just don’t think that your
parents would be too happy to know that their neighbor got their little girl
naked.” I said hopping to scare her a little bit.
“How many times do I have to tell you that I am not little
anymore and how will they ever know? I am not going to tell them. I am sure
that you wouldn’t tell them either.”
She was right, I wouldn’t tell them, I couldn't tell because
if I did, they would still make it out as my fault. It would always be viewed
as me seducing their little girl and never the other way around. I should have
known letting her in was trouble. I looked her over and for a flash I imagined
her sitting there naked on my couch and desperately wanted to see it for real.
I think it was there that my mind was made up. But I still wasn’t sure if it
was right.
“So?” She asked.
“Do you really want to do this? Do you really want to lose
your clothes?” I said thinking maybe some trash-talk would make her change her
mind. It didn’t work.
She smiled. “I am not the one who is going lose their
clothes....you are.”
I laughed, more out of nerves than anything else.
“Well even if you could win, it wouldn’t be fair because
you're wearing more cloths than I am.”
“If you're so good then it won’t matter.”
“It's still better to make things fair.”
“Okay…that can be changed. You put on a pair of socks and we
will be even.” She said.
I stared at her for a long moment trying to determine if she
was truly being serious or playing around, and if I really wanted to go through
with it. What the hell I decided, I was already in too deep now anyway. Might
as well go with it and see what happens. Besides she would probably stop once
she got down to her underwear. I rationalized.
“Okay!” I announced getting up. “I will put on some socks and
we will get started. How far are we going? To our undies or-
“All the way.” She interrupted. “When I play, I always go all
the way. What’s the point otherwise?” She said smiling up at me. “Or are you
too scared?” She challenged.
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