You're Not a Serial Rapist Ch. 05

You're Not a Serial Rapist Ch. 05


Our first letters to each other after our weekend were both signed similarly: "Love, Kathy" and "Love, Bill". We didn't need one to start the then the other to follow. We both knew it and felt it.

Two weeks later, I received a package with Kathy's return address. It was a bookend photo album with three 5 x 7 photos, taken by her mom that afternoon. Tears welled up in my eyes.

One of Kathy in the sundress, standing with a slight side profile... the outlines of her delicious little breasts clear. Her long toned legs and smooth calves. The middle one was of the two of us... standing close... me to the side and slightly behind, recalling that my right hand was on the bare skin of the small of her back. Her hand at the small of my back. My left hand resting just above her navel. Her right hand over mine. That memory brought a smile. We were both beaming. The third was with her back to the camera slightly turned, as she looked over her shoulder and flashed that "Kathy smile". The golden tan skin of her back was tantalizing. The gentle swells of each of her vertebrae along that beautiful spine. Reminding me again, that I forgot to get the lowdown on the lack of tan lines... anywhere. And then there was a loose one. An 8 x 10 portrait. It was professionally done. It captured the essence of her personality. Her blue gray eyes sparkling. The smile and white teeth breathtaking. Her blonde hair framing her face. The thin honey blonde eyebrows... matching... well you know.

My mom was in awe as I she looked at each photo, and then back at me. I was beaming.

"So, this is the girl that's captivated my son's heart."

"Yep."

"She's so cute. So petite. So beautiful. I can sense her personality through those blue gray eyes, and that smile. It explains a lot. You did good. I can't wait to meet her," as my mom gave me a 'mom' hug.

My dad had a similar reaction, "She's beautiful," I don't think the smile left my face the rest of the day. My letter to her that night was exceptionally personal and loving.

Kathy's visit was coming up. We were both in full anticipation mode. I asked her to bring the sun dress. She wrote that she had another one, and would bring both. My mouth watered. We knew that our 'alone' time would be limited, if at all. But, still, I was thinking of some seminude make-out and groping on a deserted country road. Just like a pair of high school teenagers.

The plan was that she would arrive around 4:30. We would probably hang out at our house for a bit, and then hit the 'Club' for fish. My mom had planned a picnic the following day for the entire family. My mom was into picnics. She loved the planning and the cooking. I was going to show off my girlfriend.

Her letters remained light, passionate, and cheerful. We wrote about our days. Our weekends. She did give in a few times and went out with her girlfriends, just for fun. I was happy for her. One letter I mentioned the 'no tan line' look. The response was, "You'll see... when you're down here." The image of what I would "see" gave me fodder for a number of night-time fantasies.

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The Friday finally arrived. I went in an hour early so that I would be done at 3:30, get home, and take a shower. The day dragged on, and on, and on as I was again put on a mindless job at the dairy. I had suggested meeting at a bowling alley parking lot at the outskirt of the town. It would be empty. Easy to spot me. I had pictured in my mind how I wanted to greet her. It would be the intense type of greeting I didn't want to share with my parents. I think they understood.

I saw the white Corvair half a mile away. I think Kathy could have seen the smile radiating from my face like a beacon. She jumped out of the car, put her hands on my shoulders and leaped into my arms wrapping her legs around my waist and locking her heels. Her little breasts plastered against my chest. Her face nuzzled into my neck. My hands on her firm butt cheeks as I supported her. She felt light as a feather. Man she felt good. We each savored the closeness that we had missed for a long while. Then our lips met. We devoured each other. We were in our own world and didn't hear the honking of the passing cars.

"I sooo missed you, my love," were Kathy's first words. Her face beaming.

"I missed you too... my love."

"I like hearing that. Now I know why you wanted to meet here first. I couldn't imagine doing this in front of your parents," the smile was stretching across her face. Her eyes sparkling.

"You look wonderful."

She was dressed for comfort. A loose powder blue polyester tee shirt with a V-neck, that clung to her perfect little mounds that were framed in her delicate bra. A pair of dark blue shorts that were mid-thigh. Her blonde hair framing her face.

"You look... delicious," the mischievous grin was there.

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My parents were sitting on the screened outdoor patio when we pulled in and parked. I took Kathy's hand and lead her over for the introductions.

"Mom. Dad. This is Kathy," the pride in my voice said it all... 'this is my girlfriend'.

"So, you're the girl that has captivated my son's heart," Kathy blushed, "My goodness... the pictures don't do you justice. You are so beautiful," Kathy blushed again.

"Thank you...,"

"Betty and this is Bill... senior," my mom making the introductions as my dad had a broad smile.

"Come. Sit. Can I get you anything? Water? Iced tea? Mountain Dew?"

"Beer?" I said, looking at Kathy, she was kind of caught by surprise. She wanted to make good first impression.

"Let me start with a water. It was a long drive," I would later apologize for putting her on the spot.

We all settled in for some casual 'getting to know you' type of conversation. I have to admit, I wasn't as open to them about Kathy as Kathy was to her mom about me. So, it was the usual stuff: how we met, what her major was, what her parents did... that sort of stuff.

"You like fish fries?" my dad asked.

"Oh yeah. We go to them all the time at home. My dad belongs to a fraternal club and they have a catfish fish fry every Friday night... It sounds like fun. Is there someplace I could change and freshen up?"

"Oh my!" my mom exclaimed, "I'm sorry. I should have thought of that. Of course. Bill, why don't you grab Kathy's stuff. I was thinking she could sleep in your room and you could sleep out on the porch. How's that sound?"

"That sounds fine."

I carried Kathy's suit case up to my room. "Our" picture on my desk. The room was small, but comfortable.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, "Kath, I'm sorry I put you on the spot back then."

"That's fine. Just took me by surprise. But, thank you. Your mom and dad are great people. Reminds me of mine. I think they would enjoy each other," our lips met and then a playful grin appeared, "So, is this where you write all of your letters to me?"

Kiss. I nodded.

"Is my gift to you in your desk drawer?" she asked with an 'impish' grin.

Kiss. I nodded.

"Is this where you 'think' of me at night?" grinning and looking at the made up bed.

Kiss. I nodded.

"Do you think your mom changed the sheets for me? Or do I get to savor your scent while I sleep here?"

"I'm sure they're clean."

Kiss.

"You'll have to tell her not to change them when I leave. At least not for a few days."

A long kiss.

"OK. Now go. Let me get ready."

Rejoining my parents, my mom, "She's a wonderful and very sweet girl. Her personality. That smile. She's sooo comfortable. She talked with us like she's known us for years."

I grinned... the 'Kath affect'.

"Yeah. I know. I discovered the same thing that first time we got together."

"You did good, son."

Just then, Kathy walked out the door in the same sundress that she wore when I was down there. She looked ravishing. Still, no tan lines.

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My parents were popular at the Club. My dad had been a member for almost fifteen years. Had even been the governor there. I felt I had grown up with all of his friends. They all knew me.

The bar was oval about twenty five feet long and ten feet wide the bartenders worked from the center. It overlooked the dance floor. There were probably twenty tables in the bar area. The place was filling up fast. Being Friday night, it was family night. Saturday nights were more of a member's night with no kids. Dancing to music from the 'Big Bands'. Live music brought people from as far away as thirty miles. The place rocked. Back then, there was a mixture of ages. While mostly my parents age, but there were some in their twenties and thirties.

We took up a spot at the bar. Kathy, again, turned heads. I was in heaven. I had a beer and she asked about a wine cooler. As luck would have it they had some leftover red wine from a midweek gathering. Add some 7-Up and ice she was good. I filled Kathy in on how my dad would usually grab either me or my sister on a Saturday afternoon and come here, just to socialize and of course consume some "Adult Beverages".

That got a chuckle out of my mom.

"Yeah. He and the guys here are quite the watch dogs."

I knew what was coming, as Kathy had a puzzled look.

My mom continued, "Seems one time these two were down here, there had been a wedding reception the night before, and there was some left-over punch. Nobody thought anything of it and said Bill should have some instead of paying for the usual soft drinks. So he did. Turns out it was a champagne punch. At the wedding reception they were serving it in tiny glasses. Bill here, was drinking it in water glasses. Mind you, now... Bill was only in eighth grade.

"When they got home, Bill said he wasn't feeling very good. Went out to the porch and laid down on the bed. I checked on him, and he was out. Sweat pouring off him. So I asked Bill senior, what happened. Said, he didn't know. Only that I had been drinking some leftover punch.

"The next time these two went down there they got all kinds of ribbing."

Kathy was openly laughing. I just shook my head, and took a swig from my beer.

Kathy went on to relate some dorm stories with her girlfriends. Fortunately, I wasn't part of those.

The fish was good. I always loved their fish fries. The tartar sauce and cold slaw were made right there during the week. Each had a unique flavor that I have never found anyplace else. Kathy picked up on that too and commented how good they were.

We settled back at the bar, and were able to watch the dance floor. It was 9:00 and the live music had started. It was a couple. She sang and he alternated between a guitar and an accordion. They played a variety of tunes ranging from country to folk to polkas. My dad loved to dance, and was very good. He would dance with a number of women, besides my mom.

A polka started. That got my dad itching. We watched as he took a lady friend, onto the floor and went at it.

"He's really good," Kathy stated.

"Yep. He really enjoys it. He does slow ones with my mom. But loves to polka."

"I've never done the polka. It's fun to watch."

"You should see this place on a Saturday night. It's packed. Next time," her eyes now gleaming at me at the mention of 'next time' as she squeezed my arm. My mom watching the exchange with a knowing smile.

Kathy had to use the restroom and my dad came over and asked if she was enjoying herself. I told him she was. That she had never heard of, or seen, polka. He asked if she liked to dance. And I said 'yes'. That got a nod and a smile.

The next song was not as lively as a polka, but a bit more than a slow dance. My dad escorted Kathy to the dance floor. I watched as they danced. I could tell they were chatting. They were both grinning. He had never reacted like this to my high school girlfriend. Actually, I don't think they cared for her. I never told them why we stopped seeing each other. Only that we broke up. I think they were relieved.

She returned with a giant smile, "That was fun."

We sat for another couple rounds of drinks. Then the gal on stage announced, "OK ladies. Grab your guy and get out here."

Kathy looked at me with a grin, "Come on... MY guy!"

My mom grinned.

Tammy Wynette's 'Stand by your man'.

The chorus started out slow and tender.

Sometimes it's hard to be a woman...

We took up our familiar dance position as one hand rested on the small of her back. The other about half way up on her bare back. The touch of her bare skin was electrifying as always. Her arms wrapped around my neck, causing the hem of her dress to rise up a few exposing the upper third of the back of her smooth thighs. Her head on my shoulder. Those firm little breasts against my chest. We relished our closeness, as we slowly moved in sync with the tempo.

...Giving all your love to just one man

You'll have bad times, and he'll have good times

Doin' things that you don't understand

But if you love him, you'll forgive him

Even though he's hard to understand

And if you love him, oh be proud of him

'Cause after all he's just a man....

The dance floor was full. My mom and dad were out there too. I know they were watching. One time, I looked over. My mom gave me a wink and a smile.

The tempo picked up at the refrain:

...Stand by your man

Give him two arms to cling to

And something warm to come to

When nights are cold and lonely

Our pace picked up. Kathy gently moved her hips back and forth. The hem of her dress swaying across those smooth thighs. She pulled back as she looked at me. The smile big and genuine, as she mouthed the words to me... 'Stand by your man.'

The song ended. We wanted to kiss; but, knew it wasn't the time, or the place.

It was around 11:00. I could tell Kathy was wilting. The five hour drive was taking its toll. We left. I knew we weren't going to do anything; but still, I held, and kissed, her... in my bedroom.

"Good night... my love."

Kiss.

"Good night... my love."

Kiss.

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I heard my dad leave early the next morning. That was strange. I thought he had the day off. My mom stuck her head in, "Your dad was just called in to work for the morning. I've got some last minute errands to run. You need to get up and get the lawn mowed and the tables cleaned. You know the drill. I should be back around eleven."

It was 7:45. Inwardly I smiled. This was not anticipated.

Kathy was still sleeping as I gently slipped in naked behind her... spooning. She was naked. My Kathy, sleeping naked in my bed. I found her soft bare stomach and listened to her breathe. My hand moved up as I cupped her little breast. The relaxed nipple against my palm began to harden. I was content. I was so happy. I was in love with the most wonderful person on the face of the earth. We had made it two thirds of the way through our 'Plan'. We would make it.

I felt her stir, and kissed the side of her neck as she came around. I could hear the soft purr, as she nuzzled into me. Her hand coming to rest on top of mine under the sheet.

"What's going on? Your parents?" she suddenly said as reality hit her.

"My dad got called in to work until around noon and my mom had some last minute errands to run. I've got a list of things to do that my dad was going to do. So, we can't mess around... too much. I just wanted to lay with you... here... naked... in MY bed."

"We have morning breath."

"Here," I had brought a tube of toothpaste, she giggled.

"Good idea."

Our lips locked, as we snuggled some more, "I'm really going to enjoy this, in four weeks," she cooed as she rubbed her bare bottom against my growing hardness.

"Kath... I want you sooo bad."

"I know. I want you sooo bad."

"Thing is. My mom knows how long it takes to mow the lawn and everything. So if I'm just starting when she gets home... well it will be kind of embarrassing."

"I know. And I don't want her to get the wrong impression of me. Just being here with you. Waking up next to you. Is really nice. Why don't you go do what you need to do?"

"What are you going to do?"

"Well, I brought my bikini. It wasn't on purpose. I just found it in the bottom of my bag when I unpacked last night. I have some reading for my class to do. So, I thought I would sit on your patio, get some sun, and read."

"You're going to mess up your 'nonexistent' tan lines," I grinned at her.

"Not to worry. I can fix that when I get back home," she said playfully.

She felt my dick stir against her bare bottom at that thought.

"You said I would see when I was down there."

"And you will. I promise. Now, go do your chores... before I jump you and have my way with you," as she flashed that 'Kathy' smile.

I stood, pulled the sheet back, and looked down at her beautiful nude form. Those hard nipples. That golden soft forest. My dick throbbing at the site.

"Checking out your girlfriend...? Laying naked on your bed?" she grinned.

I nodded.

"How's this?" as she spread her legs. I watched in utter amazement as her flower opened and glistened. Another image seared into my brain to be recalled during a night's fantasy. I leaned in and kissed her.

"I love you, Kathy."

"I love you. Bill."

I slipped two fingers inside of her wetness.

"Getting a sample for when I'm riding the lawn mower,"

Sitting up, "And, this is my sample... for later," as she took my dick and rubbed the pre-cum on each nipple as she gazed seductively into my eyes, before placing a brief kiss on the tip, and then grinned, and playfully slapped my butt as I turned to leave.

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The bikini was the same one she wore to the lake. She was sitting in a lounge chair with her sun glasses. An open book on her lap. The shoulder straps were down. I could tell there was a sheen to her skin from the tanning lotion. She saw me checking her out with each pass on the mower. One pass I caught her eye and brought my two fingers to my nose. The next pass I licked each of them. The next pass Kathy gave a mischievous grin, sat up straight, pulled her top off completely, and stretched. I almost ran into a tree.

I was almost done with the lawn when I saw my mom pull up next to where Kathy was. The next thing I saw was Kathy helping her unload some groceries and carry into the house.

There was a lot of laughter when I entered the kitchen. Kathy was still in her bikini doing something at the sink. I was glad she was so relaxed around my mom. I was marveling at the back of Kathy's tanned smooth legs and tight little butt cheeks.

"It doesn't sound like a lot of progress is being made here."

"Oh but there is. I am learning sooo much about you. All the things you did growing up."

"Oh no... I know I'm in trouble now."

"Not at all," as she came over and gave me a kiss on my cheek. My mom gave a knowing smile.

"Your mom said she would bring out pictures of you when you were little."

"Oh NO. Please don't."

"I'll bet you were cute... just like now," a grin and another kiss was planted on my cheek.

"I'd better get back to the stuff outside, before I get myself into more trouble."

Half an hour later Kathy emerged from the house, dressed in similar style of sundress. Like the other one, it was totally backless. From her bare shoulders to the small of her back... nothing but tanned smooth skin. No tan lines. The front, with a casual shoulder-to-shoulder neckline that hugged each of her small mounds. The most catching part about her attire is that this dress was shorter and ended a third of the way up her thighs. Not something every woman can pull off, but she sure did. All that would be needed to be done was to tug on the tie behind her neck and the dress would have floated to the ground.r"

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