Alien Inheritance

I guess I'm illegitimate. Well, since my mother and father never got married, there's no doubt I'm illegitimate. Not that it ever bothered me much. I can't remember ever being discriminated against because of it, though I always felt kind of funny myself. I wasn't ashamed... maybe, just a little embarrassed.

My father had money and was always very generous in supporting mom and me. And he kept in touch too, maintaining his relationship with us - visiting about twice a year.

The last time he visited was in May, a little after I graduated from high school. It was Friday after my first week working at my summer job with the only architect in our town. I would be starting school at MIT in the fall, and though my father had agreed to pay my tuition and living costs, I wanted the summer job to save a little extra spending money.

As I parked my old Dodge in the driveway, mom came hurrying out the back door. "Move your car," she said. "Your father will be at the airport at 5:45. We have to pick him up."

I parked my car on the street so she could pull out her BMW, then got in next to her. I saw that she had changed from the tailored clothes she usually wore at work to a sleeveless white blouse and tan shorts. Her dark brown hair, which she wore up for work was down now, just brushing the collar of her blouse. I also saw that she was wearing a little more makeup than usual.

"What's going on? He usually gives us more warning before his visits," I said.

"He called from Chicago a couple of hours ago and said he would be arriving at 5:45, that's all I know. But this visit is about you. He said he wanted to talk to you about something important."

"I hope everything's all right. He isn't going to go back on his promise about paying for me to go to MIT, is he?"

"Whatever happens, be sure you treat your father with the respect he deserves. Remember, he does the best he can for us."

"I will, mom... I will," I said, a little worried about what the future might hold.

We arrived at the airport a few minutes before the plane was due. Mom parked in the red waiting zone - not much danger of being towed at our small airport. As she walked ahead of me into the terminal, I noticed how good mom looked. The high heel sandals she was wearing with her shorts revealed how shapely her legs were. She wasn't really old yet, just having turned 40. I could imagine what she must have looked like twenty years ago, when as a model in Chicago she first attracted my father's attention.

We didn't have to wait long before the small commuter plane landed. My father was smiling broadly as he entered the terminal and was met by mom and me. Then, he put his arms around me, pulling me to him in a warm hug. This was uncharacteristic for my father; he tends to be kind of reserved and doesn't express his emotions much.

A warm feeling of affection for my dad welled up inside me. He was my father. I loved him, and I knew he loved me. I guess mom felt the same, the way she kept herself close to him. Releasing me, one arm around mom's waist, "All set for MIT?" dad asked.

"I hope I'm ready," I said. "I've got a summer job to save some extra spending money. There aren't any problems with me going to MIT this fall, are there?"

"No... no problems," he said. "I'm glad you're taking responsibility for earning some of your spending money. There's something else I'll need to talk to you about later, though."

Then, seeing the expression on my face, "Don't worry. I think you're going to like what I have in mind."

After we got home, dad and I sat in the den while mom fixed dinner. She had phoned the real estate agency where she worked to let them know she wouldn't be available until Monday. She didn't really need to work for the money, but wanted something to occupy her now that I was older and more independent. When I was younger, she had limited her activities to caring for me, housekeeping and working for the PTA and a few other community organizations.

Dad looked at me over his scotch and water. "I know you're still a little worried about what I wanted to talk to you about. Well, it's really nothing you need to worry about. Now that you're getting older - in a lot of ways, you're an adult now - I realize we haven't had much opportunity to get to know each other. This summer, I'd like to have you spend some time with me at my place in Santa Barbara. That will give us a chance to get better acquainted with each other before you go off to MIT. Well, what do you think? Would you like to spend a couple of weeks with me?"

I was relieved to hear my worst fear wasn't going to be realized, and a little surprised at what my dad was suggesting. I never thought he was interested in having any more of a relationship with me than what happened during his occasional visits. But, I was willing to go along with him. I loved my dad. If he wanted to try to get to know me better, I was willing to try to get to know him better.

"Yes," I replied. "I'd like that. Will mom... ?"

"Your mother doesn't need to come with us. She's been to my place in Santa Barbara before. (I didn't know that.) I'm sure she'll agree it's better if it's just you and me."

Dinner was delicious, as usual. Mom was a good cook, and she seemed to take pleasure in the praise dad gave her for the meal. We firmed up our plans over dinner. I would fly to Santa Barbara at the beginning of July for a two week visit - dad would send me the tickets. He told me not to worry about losing my job with the architect, he would fix it so I could take the two weeks off. (Not that I cared much any more about that job.) As my father predicted, mom agreed it would be better if she didn't join us. "You won't want your mother around when you two are doing your male-bonding thing," she said, smiling.

As mom started to clear the table, dad said, "Laura, you take it easy, Rob and I can take care of this. You were stuck in that hot kitchen while we were talking in the den."

"Thanks," she said. "I think I'll take a shower to cool off."

Clearing the table and loading the dishwasher was one of my regular chores, so having my father's help was actually an advantage. It wasn't long before we had the dishwasher loaded, the tablecloth folded, and returned to our places in the den.

We sat there quietly for a few minutes, hearing only the rumble of the dishwasher, the occasional purr of the airconditioner and the faint sounds of my mother's shower. The quiet was unusual. Most of the time, there's noise filling the empty spaces in the house: television, the radio, my cd player. The quiet was unusual, but not uncomfortable. As my father and I sat together in the den, I felt the bond between us growing.

The faint sound of the shower stopped. Then, after a while, we heard mom from the top of the stairs, "Eric, I'm going to bed now. Goodnight Rob."

"'Night, mom," I shouted up.

"We'll talk some more tomorrow," dad said to me. Then, walking to the kitchen to freshen his drink, "I'll be right up, Laura."

It was still early, but this sort of behavior wasn't unusual for them. During my dad's occasional visits, mom seemed to want to make up for all the sex she was missing during the rest of the year. I guess it worked, because she never expressed any interest in other men, even though I knew she had plenty of opportunities.

Now, bothered a little by the quiet, I turned on tv, watching the news and then an old horror movie before going up to my room. In bed, in the quiet of the night, I could still faintly hear the sounds of mom's moans coming from her room. "How long can they keep it up," I thought to myself. Then, covering my ears with a pillow, I drifted off to sleep.

I awoke a little after 8:30 the next morning, before my parents got up. After coffee and a quick shower, I went over to Danny's house.

Danny was my best friend. Like me, he was one of the outsiders - the kids who weren't considered acceptable by the cool kids at school. Most of us outsiders were pretty intelligent and did good at school, but we were never popular. We all believed we would be vindicated in the future when we would be successful and wealthy - like Bill Gates.

After hanging around with Danny for a while and having lunch with him at McDonalds, I got back home about 1:30. Mom was watering the flowers when I pulled up. "Rob, you need to mow the grass today," she said.

"I will, mom. I'll do it right away."

"Your dad wants to talk to you first," she said. "He's in the den."

I found my father checking his e-mail on the pc in the den. "Mom said you wanted to talk to me," I said.

"How's that laptop working out?" he asked. He had given me a laptop for Christmas - to help with school and take to college.

"Let's take a look at it," he said heading up to my room.

Within minutes, he had the laptop fired up and was reviewing my directories. I didn't think my privacy ought to be invaded like this, but didn't know what I could do about it, so I didn't say anything.

Both the den pc and my laptop had high speed internet connections. I was a little concerned about what my father might discover on my laptop. I hadn't downloaded any real porn, but I had a fairly large collection of Playboy and Penthouse photos.

Dad looked over my class work on the laptop. But after that, it didn't take long for him to find my photo collection. I was afraid of what he would say, but he seemed to treat my interest in naked women as normal.

Paging through the pictures, he began asking my opinion about some of the girls. Stopping at a particularly large-breasted model, "Those breasts are obviously implants," he said. "What do you think about implants?"

"I don't know... as long as you can't tell the difference, it wouldn't matter to me."

"I guess that makes sense," he said, then continued looking through the photo collection.

He stopped at one on the more recent playmates. Bobbi Burke was Miss November last year. A petite blonde, about eighteen years old, with a fantastic figure - large breasts, a small waist, and shapely hips. She had played a major role in several of my fantasies. "I think those are natural," dad said. "Do you like her? Do you find her attractive?"

"Yeah, I guess," a little shy about talking with my father about sex. Then, somehow compelled to tell him the truth, "Yeah, she's really hot. She could turn me on for sure."

He continued paging through the photos, commenting on one and then another, asking my opinion of several of the girls. He lingered for a moment over a centerfold from a few years back - Candace, a redhead with a gorgeous figure. He didn't ask my opinion of this playmate, just glanced at me with an amused look on his face, then continued paging through the photos.

He stopped again at Miss February, another of the younger girls - about eighteen or nineteen. Claudia Slevik had a slimmer figure than some of the playmates, though she was far from flat-chested. With her shoulder length dark hair, dark eyes, and high cheekbones she had an exotic look, though the verbiage said she was a native of Ohio.

"What about her?" dad asked. "Does she turn you on?"

I looked at the photo of the naked model, "Yeah, she's really beautiful, and sexy too."

Claudia was almost the last playmate in my collection and it wasn't long before dad finished looking over the rest. Then, turning to me as I sat on the bed, "Rob, I guess you haven't had much experience with women... I mean girls. That's something I can help you with when you come to Santa Barbara. I think you'll find the information - the secrets - I have will give you a big advantage in that area."

In fact, I had almost no experience with girls. I didn't have a girlfriend - I had only had a few dates and had never got more than a quick goodnight kiss - I was a virgin.

"To tell the truth, I really need help. Girls don't seem to like me, or to be attracted to me. I just don't know what to do with them."

"We'll take care of that in Santa Barbara," dad reassured me. "You'll find things will be different after that. Now, you'd better mow the grass, like your mother wants."

The rest of dad's visit passed without anything major happening. We talked some more about my visit to Santa Barbara, mom and dad had sex Saturday night, and Sunday he took the commuter plane to Chicago where he would catch a connecting flight to New York. My father had some sort of job working for the UN, though I was never exactly sure what he did.


The weeks until I was to visit my father in Santa Barbara seemed to last for months. Then, finally, I boarded the commuter plane for Chicago. At O'Hare, I took a flight to Los Angeles - first class, dad paid for the ticket.

Dad met me at Los Angeles airport. With him was Candace Stephens, the redhead playmate in my laptop photo collection. "Candace, this is my son, Rob Mannheim," dad said.

Shaking her hand, trying hard not to look at Candace's large breasts covered by a blue tee-shirt, I said "Glad to meet you."

"Glad to meet you, Rob," she responded. "I hope you enjoy your stay with us."

It was clear from her statement and the way she kept close to my dad, casually touching him, that they were a couple. "He might even have married her," I thought to myself.

We got my bags and transferred them to dad's twin-engine plane in the general aviation section of the airport. I knew dad had his private pilot license, but it had been a long time since I had flown with him. Years ago, he had flown mom and me to St. Louis for a short trip during one of his visits.

Once we received clearance to take off, the flight to Santa Barbara didn't take long. Dad let me sit in the copilot's seat, even letting me steer the plane a little. Candace sat in back, leafing through magazines during most of the flight. When I was sure she wasn't paying attention to us, I asked dad about her.

"She's just one of my girlfriends. I told you I could give you some information about how to succeed with women," he said. "Don't worry, I'm not going to marry her."

At the Santa Barbara airport we put my luggage into dad's Ford Expedition, then took off for the "ranch," about a half-hour drive north of the city. When I saw the house, I thought it looked more like a Mediterranean villa than an American ranch; whitewashed walls, perched on the edge of the Pacific, gated, servants. It indicated my father was a lot wealthier than I guessed.

"Let me show you to your room," dad said. "Then we can go down to the pool. There's someone there I want you to meet."

My room was at the end of the second floor hallway. It was large, facing the ocean, with a tiled floor, its own bathroom, and a large Mexican-style bed and matching furniture. After depositing my bags, I walked downstairs with dad to the veranda overlooking the ocean.

"There are stairs leading down to a small beach at the foot of the cliff," dad explained. "But we usually just use the pool. If you want to try surfing, there are some pretty good spots north of here you can try. I'm no good myself, but I can find someone to teach you, if you're interested."

At the moment, I was more interested in two figures on the veranda. Standing by the pool waiting for us were the playmates, Bobbi and Claudia, my dad and I had discussed in my room weeks ago. After introducing us, dad said, "Rob, I thought you might like some younger company, so I invited Bobbi and Claudia to visit for a while."

"We're really glad you invited us," Claudia said. With Bobbi echoing, "We're happy to be here. Were gonna have a good time."

Dad said, "Rob, your eighteen, Claudia's nineteen, and Bobbi's eighteen, too. So, you're all pretty close in age."

"I'm nineteen now," Bobbi said. "But that doesn't matter. We'll keep each other company."

It was hard to avoid staring at the two playmates. Claudia was dressed in a tiny green bikini, showing off her slim figure. Bobbi had on a pink bikini bottom, but was wearing only a white tee-shirt covering her breasts. I fought to keep my eyes away, then thought, "They posed nude for Playboy, they're not going to be shocked if I look at their bodies."

Seeing me looking at her, smiling, Bobbi brushed her blonde hair off her forehead. "When I dive in the water, my top keeps falling off. I guess my boobs are just too big for that tiny bikini."

"Well, I don't have any complaints. You look good in that shirt," I said.

"Thank you kind sir," Bobbi laughed, taking my arm. "A compliment is always welcome."

"And how about me," Claudia asked, striking a pose, her hand on her hip, sticking her butt out.

"You look good too," I said.

"Thank you for my compliment," Claudia said, holding on to my other arm.

Candace came out wearing a brown bikini. I found myself surrounded by beautiful bikini-clad women. Usually, I would get tongue-tied in a situation like this, but somehow I felt calmer than normal - more at ease.

"Eric, would you like a beer?" Candace asked. "We've got shandies for Rob and the girls, or wine, or wine coolers."

I found the shandy - beer and lemonade mixed served with crushed ice - tasted pretty good. I had tried beer before and didn't really like the bitter taste. Sitting in the shade of the high wall shielding the pool from Pacific winds, I found myself relaxing... enjoying the company of Bobbi and Claudia, able to avoid most of my usual geekiness.

And the girls seemed to be enjoying my company; laughing at my wisecracks, touching my hand or arm from time to time as we sat on the lounges, one on either side of me. At seven, the servants served a light meal on the veranda. I had a little wine with the meal, making me feel even sleepier than I already was.

"Rob," dad said. "You must be tired. You spent most of the day traveling and your body is still on central time, it's two hours later for you than for us. You better go on up to bed. We'll see you in the morning."

"Thanks, I am pretty tired. I'll see you all tomorrow."

As I headed into the house, Bobbi and Claudia each took one of my hands, walking me inside. At the foot of the stairs, we said goodnight, each of them affectionately squeezing one of my hands as we parted.

When I got to my room, I found the servants had unpacked my bags and put away my clothes. I took a quick shower, put on a pair of pajama shorts, brushed my teeth, opened the window to the ocean breeze, and got into bed.

The shower had revived me a little, dispelling some of my sleepiness. I thought about Bobbi and Claudia, remembering their laughter, their faces, their bodies. I was amazed that they seemed to like me so much. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before. How my dad got three playmates to visit was a mystery. Visualizing Bobbi's lush breasts, the nipples pressing against the material of her tee-shirt, I felt my dick beginning to stiffen. I touched my hardening cock, considered masturbating, then, too tired, I rolled over and fell asleep.

I was awakened by a sound at the door. For a moment, I couldn't remember where I was. Coming to my senses, I sat up and turned on the bedside lamp. The small clock on the table showed the time was a little before midnight.

"Rob... Rob, it's me. Can I come in?" I heard through the door. "It's me, Bobbi."

"What is it? What's wrong... ? Okay, come on in."

The door opened the absolute minimum necessary for Bobbi to slide through. She was dressed in white panties and a white, baby doll nightgown. Seeing Bobbi's large breasts outlined in her nightgown reminded me of how aroused I was at her memory only a few hours earlier.

Closing the door, she sat down on the side of my bed. Her blue eyes looked into mine, then looked down for a second as she touched my chest, before looking up again, "Rob, can I stay here tonight with you... please?"

I looked at Bobbi's heart-shaped face framed by flaxen hair, her full lips, the bright blue eyes. This couldn't be happening - it was unbelievable, this beautiful girl couldn't be asking to stay with me.

"What are you saying? You want to stay with me? You want to have sex with me? Are you sure?"

"Please," she said stroking my chest again. "I've never felt like this before. I've just got to be with you. I'll make it good for you. I'll do my best... please, Rob... please."

I couldn't help being aroused by her... wanting her. It seemed unbelievable this beautiful girl wanted to sleep with me.

Looking into Bobbi's eyes, "Sure... yes... I mean I want you too," I said.

"Oh... thank you, Rob, darling. I'll be good." She said, caressing... kissing my chest, my neck, my chin. Then her mouth was on mine, her lips opening under mine, our tongues meeting. After a moment, we pulled away, gasping for breath, looking into each others eyes.

I slid my hand under her baby doll. Still a little shy about what I was doing, I started running my fingers over the smooth skin covering her ribs, then slowly moved my hand up. Reaching Bobbi's breast I cradled the heavy flesh in my palm, squeezing gently. Bobbi stared into my eyes, her lips slightly parted, her breath coming in short gasps.

Bobbi was panting deeply as I rubbed her nipple with my thumb... rolling my palm over the hardening flesh. "Oh that feels so... so good. You're so good," she moaned. Pulling away for a moment, lifting her gown over her head and tossing it to the floor, holding her heavy breasts in her hands, "Suck them... suck my nipples," she begged.

This was the first time I had seen her breasts in real life - or any girl's, and I was awed at the size of Bobbi's. Looking at them, now, rising and falling with her breathing, I believed they really were the 34 double-D size claimed by Playboy, and on her small frame they were huge. Her breasts were flushed now with arousal, the broad aureoles puffy, the nipples erect.

Reaching out, I cradled one of the fleshy globes in each of my palms, squeezing, then bending forward, pressing my mouth over the puffy aureole, sucking... licking... caressing the taut flesh with my tongue. Bobbi's gasps and moans came quicker as I worked my mouth over first one taut nipple, then the other.

When I pulled away to catch my breath, I saw the color of her aureoles and nipples had darkened to deep scarlet, the aureoles expanding to fully cover the peaks of her breasts, the nipples fully erect, pulsing with blood, almost purple at their tips. They looked like overripe cherries that would burst if squeezed.

The temptation was too great. I reached up, gently pinching both her nipples. Bobbi was breathing deeply now, leaning over me, her hands on either side of my chest. "Rob... what are you doing to me," she gasped. "It's too much."

I raised up, once again pressing my mouth to her nipples. My hands cradling her heavy breasts, I moved my mouth from one scarlet nub to the other, sucking... licking... nibbling.

"OH... OH... OH... GOD," Bobbi gasped. Suddenly, with a deep moan, she arched her back, pulling her tits out of my hands. Moaning, panting raggedly, her arms trembling, she collapsed onto my chest.

I was amazed. I had heard of women climaxing from just having their nipples stimulated, but was skeptical about it ever really happening. And, I never thought I could ever make anything like that happen.

My arms around Bobbi's back, I could feel her breathing slowing as she came down from her peak. She looked up at me, smiling. "Wow, that never happened to me before. Look how much you excite me." Sliding down my body, "Now it's my turn."

Bobbi's fingers stroked my chest, my belly, followed by her mouth, sucking my nipples, peppering my skin with kisses, her tongue exploring my navel. Her hands moved down, brushing aside the corner of the sheet still covering my lower body. Slowly, she slid the pajama shorts down my legs, my erect cock popping up, the head glistening with pre-cum.

"It's... it's kind of small," I said (I had measured it - five inches when hard).

"It's beautiful," Bobby said, her fingers sliding over the slick cocktip. "Just the right size," she whispered, taking it into her mouth.

"Don't... I'm gonna come," I gasped. Moaning in anticipation of what she was about to receive, Bobbi moved her mouth down my erect shaft, easily taking nearly all my cock into her mouth.

Somehow, I managed to control myself. Reaching forward, my fingers sought Bobbi's pussy, covered my her thin panties as she stood next to the bed, her mouth and hands working over my erect cock. I touched the vee of her panties, finding it soaked with lubrication. I slid my finger inside, stroking the slick labia.

Releasing my cock, "Please," she gasped. "I don't need that."

"I want to fuck you," I panted.

"I want that too, darling," Bobbi said, standing upright to slide her panties down her slim legs. Her hand covering her pubis, she crawled onto the bed, straddling my waist.

Bobbi's bright blue eyes looking into mine, she reached down, taking my cock in her fingers. Slowly, she lowered herself, until the head just touched her labia, then slipped the tip between the slick lips. Moaning softly, she rolled her hips, sliding her labia over the cockhead till it was wedged against her clitoris. She moaned so deeply I thought she was going to have another orgasm. Then, adjusting her hips so my cock was positioned to enter her, she slowly lowered her body, enveloping my erect organ in her warm pussy.

As my cock slid slowly into Bobbi's interior, I gritted my teeth, trying to keep myself from coming. Luckily, once my cock had fully penetrated her, she paused, breathing deeply, her eyes out of focus. Calming myself a little, I reached my hands up to her breasts, squeezing her hard nipples.

Bobbi looked into my eyes, a small smile turning up the corners of her mouth. Then she slowly raised her hips, causing excruciating sensations in my cock as it slid along the slick walls of her pussy, until my cockhead was just inside her entrance.

I looked up at Bobbi, seeing that same enigmatic smile on her face. Then, she pistoned down, forcing my cock into her depths, voicing a low - almost coarse - grunt as she reached bottom. I gasped as electric shocks arced through my being at the sensation of my cock being driven inside the tight glove of Bobbi's vagina.

Again, Bobbi paused, resting on me, her breathing ragged. I reached for her, my hands on her surprisingly slim waist. Concerned about her, I said "Let me..."

"No," Bobbi said. "It's just that it's so good. I want to... I'm almost ready."

Again, Bobbi raised her hips, halting with the tip of my cock just touching her entrance. Looking at me her eyes out of focus, she drove her body down, forcing me into her, spreading the tight walls of her vagina with the hard flesh of my cock. Up again, then down, Bobbi continued stroking me inside the tight confines of her pussy. Her strokes becoming quicker now, up... down... up... down.

My hands on her hips, I was thrusting up into Bobbi on each of her downward strokes. She was breathing erratically, gasping, her body shaking spasmodically, causing fantastic tremors in her fleshy breasts. "OH... OH... OH," Bobbi gasped, her vagina contracting around my cock like a warm fist, as incredibly, she peaked again.

"I'm gonna come," I gasped out.

"Yeah," Bobbi gasped. "Go on. I want... I want you to come in me."

Sitting on my hips, she rested for a moment. Then, she was again stroking her tight vagina up and down my cock, increasing the pace as she responded more and more ardently, moaning deeply. I lifted my hips, meeting each of her downward drives, seeking to push my cock deep into her being.

"OH YES... OH YES... OH YES," Bobbi cried, grinding her hips into me, her vagina tight, squeezing my cock.

Close to coming, I could feel my balls tightening, the semen forcing itself out of the inflamed testicles into the back of my cock, ready to explode into her pussy. I pulled Bobbi tight to me, wanting the sensation of the fullest penetration, squeezing her tits, ramming my cock into her. Then, my cock was exploding in her vagina, hot jets of semen boiling into her. This brought on another convulsive orgasm for Bobbi, milking my cock with tight vaginal contractions as I flooded her pussy. "Mmmmph... Mmmmph... God... God," was all she could moan as she ground down with her butt while I rammed up into her.

Bobbi collapsed onto my chest, breathing deeply. I held her in my arms, rubbing my hands over her back. It was unbelievable this had happened to me - a geeky virgin having sex with a playmate. I didn't understand how it happened, but I planned on enjoying it as much as possible.

Bobbi laid in my arms, breathing softly. She was so quiet, I was worried she might have fainted. I kissed her forehead, then her temple. "Are you all right?" I asked.

Bobbi moved against me, sighing. "Bobbi, are you okay?" I asked again.

Finally, she moved in my arms, cuddling closer. Then, looking into my eyes, "That was so good. Rob, you're so good," kissing my cheek, her arms tightening around me. "Thank you... thank you, Rob, darling. I never knew it could be so wonderful."

I shifted position, moving Bobbi off my chest so she was lying on her side beside me, still cuddling. Looking into her lovely face, I couldn't help asking, "Bobbi, why did you come into my room like this? What made you attracted to me?"

Bobbi's eyes began to fill with tears. "Oh, Rob, I thought you wanted me to stay with you."

Quickly hugging her close, "Bobbi, I did... I do. You're the most wonderful girl I've ever met. But nothing like this has ever happened to me before. I'm trying to understand why someone as wonderful as you would be attracted to me... would want to have sex with me."

Bobbi looked thoughtful for a moment. "Well, I just couldn't stop thinking about you. I got ready for bed - showered, changed into my nightie - but when I laid down, I just couldn't get to sleep. All I could do was think about you, and... ," looking down shyly, "... and I just got so horny. I knew I had to come to your room. I know I'm attractive to men, that men like my body. I just took a chance hoping you'd want me."

"But why do you think you were so attracted to me?" I asked, brushing her hair off her forehead. "I've never been very attractive to girls."

"I don't know. Who knows why you're attracted to someone," Bobbi smiled, running her hand over my shoulder. "I just know that as soon as I met you, you just seemed like the cutest, sexiest guy I ever met. I know Claudia feels the same." With a giggle, "We talked about it. But I don't know why - must be genes, or something."

I could tell Bobbi was sleepy - she had done most of the work during our love making. As I stroked her forehead, her eyes closed halfway, then closed completely as she drifted off to sleep. I pulled the sheet over her naked body, marveling again at how voluptuous she was, went to the bathroom, crawled back into bed, turning off the light, and fell asleep beside my beautiful new girlfriend.