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This story should be so very easy to write. After all, I am a professional. I am a free lance contributor to a number of well respected magazines and there are only two main characters to the story. So this should be a piece of cake, right?I will start with myself. As I said, I write for a living, a precarious living at that. At my age of twenty eight I am still in excellent shape due to my four years with the US Army Special Forces. I am somewhat shy around women, especially if the ladies are beautiful. I am blond, and they tell me I have a rugged looking face, like an adventurer. But that I am definitely not. Fact is, I am overly sentimental.The phone rang at nine in the morning. Its jingle rudely interrupted my thoughts in the middle of the story I was writing. I am sure that my voice showed my irritation as I barked a short, "Hello?" into the receiver, putting a question mark behind the word. How could I know that this call would change my life.It was Betty, my librarian friend from the downtown library. "This is your lucky day," she announced. "Do I have a great story for you. I talked to a young girl just now during coffee break. Her bane is Lori. She told me she lives at the end of Elm Street, so you have probably seen her. Good looking and vivacious, always dressed the same, short light blue skirt and a peasant blouse."I stopped her. "Hold it, hold it a moment, Betty, I haven't seen any girls here because there are no houses past mine. And anyway, my study doesn't face the street."*"Well, that's what she said and she even described your place. But that's not the point. She turned sixteen today and has no family. Ought to be a story in it for you." I had to stop Betty again."Betty dear, I am a twenty eight year-old bachelor. I cannot just invite a sixteen year-old girl into my home. Not proper, and anyway, she wouldn't be so naïve as to enter the lair of a not so old lecherous bachelor," I countered.Betty, being a devious woman, had a plan. "Get a nice cake, sixteen candles, and put on your movie star smile. She won't be able to resist if you wish her a Happy Birthday. As you know, our ilk is a bit on the nosy side and she will want to find out how you knew about her having a birthday. Trust me, she is a woman. She'll come in."What could I lose? I moved my wireless keyboard and the monitor to the front window and continued to work. In the afternoon I drove to the bakery and bought a nice Black Forest cake and sixteen candles.At five I was ready to greet her when she returned from the city; the candles nicely spaced on the cake, matches close by. Fresh coffee in the carafe, sugar bowl filled, and cream in the fridge if she liked some.At about six thirty she appeared, out of nowhere it seemed. I admired the peasant blouse with its intricate, colorful stitchery. Whoa, şişli escort (https://www.vipescortkizlar.com/) I thought to myself, Sam, you are getting old. Move your work station to this window permanently and watch the scenery.Lori was a beautiful, attractive young lady walking on the other side of the street. I liked what I saw. I guess I just love feminine beauty. And beautiful she was. Her black hair framed a delicate face with large eyes. I could not make out much more of her features; she was still too far away. The wind was blowing at her so that her blouse was tight against her chest and I thought I could detect two nipples making two dimples in the fabric.As she came closer I could admire her shapely legs and the way she walked with the easy grace of a dancer. She held her head high and her posture signaled determination and confidence. I would have decided to get to know this young lady even without Betty's urging.I was simply mesmerized by her long legs and her easy graceful stride. So mesmerized that I did not notice the two hoodlums in the doorway she was about to pass.It was obvious that she had not seen the two hoodlums either as she walked past the doorway. The taller one was blond with a pony tail, his sidekick a pockmarked punk with a shaved head. They pounced on her and pinned her between themselves. By the time I stepped into the street she had been pulled into the alley.I was across the street and into the alley in a flash, picking up the old brick at the corner as I ran by. I arrived as the blond punk was trying to rip the girl's blouse off. The brick and the right of his face collided and he went down without a whimper. As the bald one turned to me I forcefully stepped into him and hooked my left foot behind his leg. He went down backwards. He hardly had hit the ground when my bent knee with all my weight behind it found his solar plexus. The blond guy stayed down, one side of his face partially gone. The other started vomiting. He would retch and vomit for a long time, wishing he was dead. I had had a good instructor in the US Special Forces and tonight I thanked him.It was over in no more than three or four seconds. The girl still stood where the blond punk had pinned her to the side of the building.* She looked at the carnage before her, then looked at me, and simply said, "Thank you." I picked up her grocery bag and her purse, then took her hand and left. In my living room she found her voice again. "My name is Lori," was all she could get out. She flung herself against me, threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. Then came the reaction, the tears arrived and she started to shake. But she had her self in control again in just a few minutes, all the while hanging on my neck. When the reaction had stopped, she gave me a quick happy smile, followed by another escort şişli (https://www.vipescortkizlar.com/) kiss. I actually felt empty when she let go of me.We stood rooted to the spot, looking at each other and appraising each other. I waited for my breathing and my heartbeat to slow down to normal. It couldn't have been the kiss that caused my rapid heart beat; it probably was the walk back home across the street. Then I remembered to tell her who I was."My name is Sam," I told her. "I live here." That was a stupid statement I remarked to myself. Why do I always do that when I meet a beautiful, attractive lady? "Wait a minute," interrupted my mind, 'did you just now say, a lady'? "I meant to say, girl," I lied to my mind, "anyway, a beautiful and attractive female."She gladly accepted my invitation to take a hot shower, but somewhere in the back of my mind I heard a small voice whisper something about candles. Then I remembered.I really startled her when I next said, "hold it, first I want to wish you Happy Birthday." She stood absolutely still, just staring at me with unnaturally wide open eyes while I lighted the candles. Then the tears started flowing and she rushed at me to embrace me and hug me, and almost squeeze herself into me. Her voice was hoarse with emotion as she whispered her thanks into my ear, "Sam, I will never forget this day, how can I possibly ever thank you enough. No one ever has wished me Happy Birthday before.""Then you had never had a birthday cake?" I stuttered.Lori shook her head and started shedding happy tears again. Between her sobs I could barely hear her as she hoarsely whispered, "and the** ?* candles ?* they are so* ?** beautiful."I had to stop it right now or I too would join Lori with a few sympathy tears. It was necessary to bring up an important subject. "Lori," I said, "you realize that you cannot go back to where you lived. I have an extra room that we can fix up for you and you can stay as long as you wish as my guest."I could see her wheels spinning, but finally she agreed. "You are right. I accept with gratitude." Then she laughed. "Right now I will take you up on the hot shower; I already took a bath in salty tears."We never did see the movie we had wanted to watch after dinner. We sat on the couch and talked a bit about our lives. Lori had no family, she told me.*"A woman on drugs and a monster of a man on booze is not a family," she spit out the words with a voice that had lost its sweetness; the sweetness had been replaced by burning anger.We sat quietly for a few minutes until her anger had faded and Lori was Lori again. She snuggled herself against me, letting her warm body talk to me in many ways. There was bare skin making electric contact with mine, there was soft hair brushing against my neck. Her leg pressing against mine mecidiyeköy (https://www.vipescortkizlar.com/) sent messages of pending ecstasies to my brain. The fragrance of her body was a cloud of sensuousness. It enveloped me and carried me away to where there was no today, just immeasurable bliss. I was in a different universe, just a girl named Lori and I. My musing came to a sudden halt, when two soft arms snaked around my neck. Two soft, hot lips planted themselves on mine and a small tongue demanded access. It was granted and my tongue and Lori's started to dance a tango. Reality of this world receded far, far away to another planet. My world was close by and her name was Lori, a soft, warm, intoxicating presence. She started to cry and I felt a warm tear hit on my hand. It was a tear of happiness. A few seconds passed and I heard her hoarse whisper. "Sam, I am so happy, I had to cry."*"What are you so happy about that you have to cry??"Lori was quiet for a long time. When she started to speak again I could feel her breath on my ear as she whispered while snuggling even closer to me. "I don't know how to say this, I don't know you, we just met, but I feel I have known you forever."It suddenly dawned on me, this was exactly how I felt about Lori. It was the wonderful, happy feeling of having her close to me. I was jolted out of my reverie when Lori whispered again into my ear. "Don't wait till after midnight." She closed her sentence with a small impish giggle and a quick nibble on my ear.She took my hand and put it on her left breast where her erect nipple pressed into my palm. "Do I have to do everything for you," she laughed. "I don't think a man with your looks could be a virgin," and she let out another of her delightful giggles.She was right and I hurried to pull her blouse up to her chin. Her tits were exactly as I had pictured them, pert, cone shaped, neither small nor large. Her Maker must have had me in mind when they were molded to perfection.I bent my head and let the tip of my tongue run a small circle around the base of her nipple, then wiggled it. Her nipple obviously enjoyed the treatment; it stiffened a little more, hardening against my tongue.I could feel her chest heaving as she took a few deeper breaths. Her excitement started to build. I did not want to hurry her and broke the contact. Her hand came up immediately to push my head and mouth back to her tit. My mouth opened and I sucked a good portion of her tit in my mouth and kept it there, washing her nipple with a flat tongue. Then I changed and attacked it with little flicks of the tip of my tongue.Her lips were close to my ear and I could hear her quiet whimpers of pleasure and once in a while a puff of air hit my ear when in her excitement she exhaled with force.My hands caressed her bare back, slowly moving up and sown. When I lightly scratched her warm skin with my fingernails she stiffened and sat up to a more upright position to give me better access to her back.After I had feasted on both tits I moved upwards to kiss her throat, the side of her neck and finally her ear lobes.