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Hot Box Chapter 4, So That’s What It’s For

... her older sister, but that sure as hell did not hide the misty look in her eyes as she looked up at me. “Hello,” she said very properly as she offered her delicate hand out to me, “please call me Katie.” “Hello Katie,” I said as I gently grasp her hand before giving it a gentile shake. I could tell that she was already getting frothy between her legs simply from the look on her face. Those eyes reflected the dreamy state her body was in as she probably imagined what it would be like to be in the sack with such a big man. It was a bit flattering, to say the least, but it also made me as nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of kindergarteners amped up on cupcakes. If not kept in check this could end up very ugly. The whole evening was a nerve racking event. Every now and then Mandy would come by and see how I was doing before she was off visiting with someone else, leaving me at the mercy of her family. Her father asked virtually every question there was to ask of a young man who was dating his daughter. ‘What did I plan on doing for a living, how did we meet, what are my goals in life, was I planning for the future?’ (You get the idea) And what really sucked is that I had no place to retreat. I was in a strange place with no one familiar other than Mandy. Mercifully the evening came to an end. I was shown out to the guest quarters just off to the side of the house in the back yard. It was a beautiful little bungalow, mirroring the style of the house exactly. With one ...

... bedroom a small kitchen and a living room and a bath room, it was almost nicer than my apartment back on the campus. “You’ll be staying here,” Mandy’s father said after he showed me around a little. “Thank you Mr. Daniels,” I responded as I set my bag down on the floor just inside the bedroom. “I’ll be along in a minute,” Mandy said as she held my hand and looked at her father. It was easy to see that he did not want to leave us alone for any period of time. I guess I can’t blame him. All of the women in his family are beautiful, and I guess it’s only natural for him to want to protect them. So telling him that I had fucked Mandy really hard at the last rest area on the interstate on the way here was out of the question. There are some things that a dad just doesn’t need to know. I flopped down in the chair just after Mandy’s dad closed the door and headed back to the main house. “WHEW!” I said as I let out the bulk of the evenings tension. “That was something else.” “Ssshh,” Mandy whispered as she quickly looked out the window to make sure her father was gone. “This little house acts like a megaphone. The slightest whisper can be heard inside the house and dads’ room is right there.” And with that said she pointed in the direction of the main house. “I know that was difficult for you,” Mandy said as she sat down sideways on my lap and hugged herself against me. “I’m sorry baby. But you did really well, everyone likes you.” “Do they,” I half asked as I ran my fingers over my ...