A Limited Partnership
Then I realized, yes, I was stupid. I was a married man, and Kelli was so much younger than me. I didn't even know if she was eighteen yet; if not, anything between us would be criminal. I could get in trouble, lose my job even, if it ever got out that I had fucked her.
Kelli rolled her eyes. "Those girls are the ones that are boring. That's why I came over here. I'm tired of hanging out with them. I wanted to be able to talk with someone that really would have something to talk about. An adult. I'm an adult."
"You, uh, you are?" I asked.
"Yeah. I mean, my eighteenth birthday was three months ago. I guess when you turn eighteen, they say you're an adult. Right?" She asked hopefully.
Oh, mama, you sure are an adult, I thought.
All reservation that I managed to reasonably hold onto flew out the window.
"Actually, it's been kind of dull around here without anyone to talk to. And it's not like my wife and I talk much anyway, so I barely even noticed she was gone," I added with a laugh. I held the door open and stepped aside. "Come on in, Kelli."
A huge grin spread across her perfect tanned features. She skipped inside.
I shut the door behind us, then realized I was still in my robe. If I played my cards right, maybe I could take it off again.
"I apologize for being so underdressed. I had to throw a robe on when you showed up," I said somewhat bashfully.
"Oh, so you took my advice, huh? Going around naked, I mean?"
I nodded. "Yeah, when I realized Maureen wasn't here, it's the first thing I did. I just tossed my pajamas to the wind." I realized I wasn't being a very good host, so I showed her to the kitchen. "Would you like something to drink? A soda, maybe?"
"Sure," she said nonchalantly. I opened the fridge to pull out a can, but realized I had drank the last one yesterday afternoon. I stood there with the refrigerator door open, wondering what to do then.
"Out of soda?" Kelli asked, as if reading my thoughts.
"Yeah. But we have milk, orange juice, herbal tea ," I suggested.
"And a bottle of Cabernet that I see resting on the wine rack by the toaster oven. That'll do nicely," she said.
"You're not old enough to drink," I said, stating the obvious.
"But we are alone enough for no one to know. I like wine so much better than soda anyway," she said. Sounding so grown up. Trying to.
It was beyond sexy.
I didn't argue.
I hurriedly popped the cork in the bottle and poured her a wineglass full of Cabernet. This wasn't cheap stuff; it cost about $95 a bottle and was rich and full. She took a sip, smacking her lips.
"Very good," she said with a smile.
I sat down, having poured myself a glass of the wine, and looked at her from across the counter. I was about to ask some trite question or another when she asked one of her own.
"So you mean to tell me that your wife makes you wear pajamas to bed? I thought married people slept naked together," she wondered.
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Kelli rolled her eyes. "Those girls are the ones that are boring. That's why I came over here. I'm tired of hanging out with them. I wanted to be able to talk with someone that really would have something to talk about. An adult. I'm an adult."
"You, uh, you are?" I asked.
"Yeah. I mean, my eighteenth birthday was three months ago. I guess when you turn eighteen, they say you're an adult. Right?" She asked hopefully.
Oh, mama, you sure are an adult, I thought.
All reservation that I managed to reasonably hold onto flew out the window.
"Actually, it's been kind of dull around here without anyone to talk to. And it's not like my wife and I talk much anyway, so I barely even noticed she was gone," I added with a laugh. I held the door open and stepped aside. "Come on in, Kelli."
A huge grin spread across her perfect tanned features. She skipped inside.
I shut the door behind us, then realized I was still in my robe. If I played my cards right, maybe I could take it off again.
"I apologize for being so underdressed. I had to throw a robe on when you showed up," I said somewhat bashfully.
"Oh, so you took my advice, huh? Going around naked, I mean?"
I nodded. "Yeah, when I realized Maureen wasn't here, it's the first thing I did. I just tossed my pajamas to the wind." I realized I wasn't being a very good host, so I showed her to the kitchen. "Would you like something to drink? A soda, maybe?"
"Sure," she said nonchalantly. I opened the fridge to pull out a can, but realized I had drank the last one yesterday afternoon. I stood there with the refrigerator door open, wondering what to do then.
"Out of soda?" Kelli asked, as if reading my thoughts.
"Yeah. But we have milk, orange juice, herbal tea ," I suggested.
"And a bottle of Cabernet that I see resting on the wine rack by the toaster oven. That'll do nicely," she said.
"You're not old enough to drink," I said, stating the obvious.
"But we are alone enough for no one to know. I like wine so much better than soda anyway," she said. Sounding so grown up. Trying to.
It was beyond sexy.
I didn't argue.
I hurriedly popped the cork in the bottle and poured her a wineglass full of Cabernet. This wasn't cheap stuff; it cost about $95 a bottle and was rich and full. She took a sip, smacking her lips.
"Very good," she said with a smile.
I sat down, having poured myself a glass of the wine, and looked at her from across the counter. I was about to ask some trite question or another when she asked one of her own.
"So you mean to tell me that your wife makes you wear pajamas to bed? I thought married people slept naked together," she wondered.
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