The Caller 08 - a call for help - Sex Stories

The Caller 08 - a call for help

... myself, I'll still be her slut and she'll still have use for me. In a strange way, that thought made me feel better than anything else. I didn't even notice that she had hung up, feeling so relieved and hopeful, my head suddenly full of ideas. Barely an hour later, I stopped by Kaylee's home. She came rushing out as soon as she saw me drive up, wearing some worn-out jeans, a white t-shirt and a blue jacket, carrying a small sports bag. She tossed the bag on the back seat and climbed in, sitting quietly next to me. "Just drive," she said in a flat tone. I drove on, heading back to my office. "So, what happened?" I asked finally. "They said..." she started, seemingly emotionless. "My parents said that they don't approve of my 'lifestyle choices' and as long as I'm staying in their house, I better lead the life they intended for me." I nodded. "Which is?" I asked. She shrugged. "Finish college, I guess," she replied. "Get a job, work 40 hours a week, find a husband, shit out some babies, become a mum, fuck them up as good as I can and then die, stupid and ignorant, never knowing what life could've been like." That thought seemed much too mature for a girl her age. I looked at myself in the rear view mirror, small wrinkles around my eye, a few tiny grey streaks in my black hair. Divorced, single, only now discovering my sexuality. I'm the 44-year-old that Kaylee didn't want to be, and I couldn't help myself but agree with her. "Well," I said finally. "For the time being, you can ...

... stay at my place. We'll see how things go in the next few days." I looked at her sideways, her face motionless, her eyes staring straight ahead. "Did you come prepared?" I asked. "What?" she replied, looking at me upset. "This is a bad time for those games, I just got thrown out of my home." I raised my eyebrows and looked back sideways. "They're no games," I answered calmly. "They're the rules. It's because of those rules we agreed on that I'm here to help you, because we're a sisterhood. So what about honouring the other rules?" She bit her lips but said nothing. Finally, after a while, she pulled up her t-shirt, showing her small, perky breasts, uncovered. I nodded satisfied. Her slender fingers then opened the belt of her jeans, trying with some difficulty to get the tight pants down while still buckled into her car seat. She was still wearing a thong, but took it off quickly, and didn't bother to put the pants back on, sitting naked from the waist down besides me. I suddenly felt very proud of her. She began to masturbate, slowly, her fingers running between her prominent labia, caressing her little joy button as she began to squirm in her seat, closing her eyes and gasping almost inaudibly. It seemed to calm her down and she stretched it out all the way until we arrived at my office, where she finally stopped, looking around surprised, as if she forgot where she was. "Where are we?" she asked. "My business," I replied. "Let's go inside and have a little chat." I got out ...