Jennifer & Her Guardian

Freedom! Well, sort of. Jennifer’s parents have finally left for the weekend to spend their time together at a resort. She was supposed to go with them, but she wasn’t feeling well. The flu had really knocked her down, but she’d seen the doctor and gotten some medicine. She had to force them out the door, repeatedly telling them she’d be alright. She spent Friday night and most of Saturday in bed, but was starting to feel better.

It was Sunday afternoon when she woke up. Although she felt better, she really needed a bath. Putting fresh sheets on her bed, Jennifer stripped off her pajamas and walked the hallway to the bathroom. It felt so good to be out of those sweaty dirty things. The air conditioner had just kicked on and the cold air blew over her body. She felt wickedly sexy as her nipples began to stiffen while walking naked through the house.

Taking a quick shower first, Jennifer took care of her need to be clean and shaved her legs. While lathering her long legs, she couldn’t help but touch the pubic hair at her pussy. She slowly ground the bar of soap into her cunt and moaned. Steeling her nerves, Jenny broke the urge to masturbate for now. She made quick work of shaving her legs and began shaving her pussy as an afterthought. She normally kept her pubic hair trimmed, but she was feeling so sexy that whim just took her over. She had to bite her lip while her free hand moved to help her shave. Finished, she sat down in the tub and flipped the switch so shower stopped and began filling the tub.

“Oh god, what was his name?” she thought as she began lathering her large breasts as an excuse to fondle them. With a 36D cup, any excuse would do. Jennifer wasn’t really interested in the boy’s name, just his cute butt and that growing bulge in his pants.

She had “accidentally” let her books fall out of her arms that day at school. She immediately turned and bent over to grab the books that had fallen behind her, giving the poor boy a delicious view of her sweet ass in her short plaid skirt. While grabbing her books she could feel his eyes boring into her backside and wondered if he could see her white lacy thong.

Turning around she had drop to one knee and pickup the rest of her things. Her blouse was partially open today because the school had been so hot that day and she hated wearing a bra when she didn’t need to. Looking up at him with a sexy smile, she licked her lips and had given him a wink. She would’ve never acted that way if he wasn’t cute and a new student at Saint Joseph Christian Academy.

It was only when water had fill past her breasts that she noticed started rubbing her now shaven pussy. Massaging her breast and playing with her swollen clit, she returned to the memory she was reliving.

She’d held her books in her cross arms, forcing her tits together and up. She had enjoyed giggling and talking to him about being new to St. Johns. He just stood there and stammered the whole time. Just as his eyes had started to smoke, she gave him a quick peck on the cheek and said “See you later.”

With the memory now behind her, she realized that she was no longer massaging her breast anymore, and had thrust two fingers in her hot pussy. Thrusting a third finger in and still playing with her clit, she began to shiver and moan, sending a small wave across the tub. As her body began to writhe in a blinding and mind numbing orgasm, water splashed out of the tub. She relaxed in the tub awhile longer until the water turned tepid.

Getting out of the tub she gave a weak laugh about the mess she’d made and how exhausted she was. After drying up most of the water with some towels, she lazily walked back to her room, crawled under the sheets and took a nap.

*****

Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom. Whoever was beating her door down better have a good explanation. Throwing on her bathrobe and walking downstairs, she took a moment to look through the peephole. It was her grandparents, John Roberts Sr. and Barbara, but they looked sad. They were both holding back tears.

“Jenny dear, I’ve got something difficult to tell you. You’re mom and dad were on the way home, but were in an accident.”

Barbara started crying as John continued, “They were killed by an oncoming semi that had crossed into their lane.”

John’s will had finally broken and now everyone had started crying. Jennifer could only remember going to bed crying that night.

*****

It was Monday morning and she could smell breakfast being prepared. It last night felt so distant that it must’ve been a dream. She quickly got dressed for school, fixed her face and hair, and grabbed her schoolbag. Coming downstairs she could smell her favorite, French toast, and hurried to the kitchen.

She expected to see her mom and dad, but instead found David preparing breakfast while her grandparents were sipping coffee. Her grandparents look tired, apparently up all night. Last night wasn’t a dream.

David was Dad’s best friend and happened to be her godfather. Those two have been like brothers since they knew each other. They had met during college. David was some kind of child prodigy being 14 when had started college. Ever since then, David was like family. Growing up, David had been her babysitter when mom and dad needed some private time. She could remember talking to him about all kinds of things she couldn’t ask her parents. It was her 16th Birthday when she’d last seen him and he hadn’t changed in the year and half that has passed.

David was humming some tune while flipping the French toast when he saw her. Although he smiled, Jennifer could see the sad look in his eyes. She tried to smile back but it didn’t last for long. Suddenly crying, she dropped her bag and hid her face in her hands.

Before she knew it, she was being held in David’s arms and crying on his shoulder. Stroking her hair, he whispered “Everything’s going to be alright honey.” Still stroking her hair she could hear him humming that tune again. It was the same tune he’d hum while rocking her to sleep as a baby or tucking her into bed. This lilting nameless tune helped feel better as she slowly stopped crying. Giving her a peck on the cheek and then looking her in the face, “Go wash up and I’ll keep your breakfast warm.”

After breaking away and making the trip to the bathroom, Jennifer joined them for breakfast.

*****

The next couple of days went by faster than she could remember. Before she knew it the funeral was over. She remembered seeing her Uncle James. He worked wither her dad at his construction business. He had a healthy beer gut and this was the first time she could remember seeing him in a suit. His ever-present baseball cap was missing and she could see the pathetic ring of fuzz that was supposed to pass for hair.

She could remember crying through most of the funeral and was only able to stop when David was giving the eulogy.

“…It’s important that we remember John Jr. and Deborah for how they lived. John was my best friend and the brother I never had. He stopped some guys from beating me to a pulp in college. He was a kind and forgiving brother, a mother’s baby boy, a loving husband and father.”

He went on to talk about them and portrayed my mother, Deborah, as an angel with a temper and a hard head.

*****

Jennifer was in her room for most of the wake. She came out to use the bathroom, grab some food, or say hi to some people she hadn’t seen at the funeral, but spent most of the time in her room thinking about how her life had changed. She was going to have to live with David now since he was her guardian, until she was old enough to live on her own.

With someone knocking at her door, she got off her bed and answered; it was David. She smiled and let him in. He sat down on the bed next to her and took a sip from his beer.

“I know things have been pretty crazy lately, so is there anything you want to know?”

Jennifer didn’t know where to start. She was slack jawed and stammered for a second before she blurted out “Rules?”

David smiled and gently waved his bottle from side to side. “Why don’t you go get me another beer while I think of a few rules.”

Jennifer nodded and was off to go fetch him another beer. She couldn’t help but wonder if he was a drunk like her Uncle James. Returning to her bed she handed him the fresh beer. David set aside the other beer as he popped the cap off the new one and handed it back. The other bottle was still full.

“First, I think you’re responsible enough to drink at your age. In my house it’s alright for you to have a couple drinks as long as you aren’t going to drive anytime soon. Now outside the house it’ll be your problem if you get caught drinking. The only reason I’ll be mad is because you got in trouble.”

Taking another sip, she followed his example and sipped her beer. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t great.

“No smoking, No Drugs, and be home and in bed by 11. And if you’re going to have sex with a boy, he better have a condom on or he’s not having sex at all.” He glanced over to the pill box by her bed and continued.

“I know you’re on the pill, but with all those sexual diseases, HIV, and AIDS; I don’t want you to be taking chances.” He looked pretty serious at this point, but after they took another sip he had a gentle smile on his face.

“We’ll make up more rules and any exceptions as we need them.”

Finishing their beers, Jennifer thought to herself “Maybe living with David won’t be so bad after all.”