I lived in Spokane, WA when my wife was killed by a drunk driver.
She was coming home from work late one night when it happened.
I got the phone call at 1:45 AM and when I told my three kids
the next morning we were all a mess of tears. We saw a therapist
for months afterward and that helped. I was finally ready
to resume my life. My employer had been very generous in
granting me an indefinite leave of absence while I dealt
with my pain.

Now that I was ready to go back I had to see what I could do with
my kids. Before the wreck I was a stay-at-home Dad but now
I needed some help with the children. I had 2 sons, 6 and 3,
and a daughter, 9. I ran an ad in the local paper and on Craig’s
List. In the ad I said that I was looking for some help with
household chores and childcare from about 8 AM to 6 PM. In
the first 4 days I had the ad running I only got 2 calls and
they weren’t suitable. Then on the fifth day I got the
call for Melissa.

“Hello.”

“Way I speak with Mr. Dentino?”

“Speaking.”

“Hello, sir. My name is Melissa Pratt. I’m calling
about the ad you have on Craig’s List.”

“Yes. Thank you for your interest. What kind of experience
do you have?”

“I have cleaned my parents house since I was 10 and
I’ve been responsible for my 7 younger siblings all
my life.”

“You don’t have any professional experience?”

“No sir, but I’m very good.”

“I’m sorry. I’m looking for someone with
more experience.”

“Please, Mr. Dentino. I really need this job. I would
be perfect for it. I want this.

Since I had had so few responses to my ad I thought I’d
at least try her out.

“I’ll tell you what, Melissa was it? You can come
to my house and I’ll try you out for a weekend while I’m
home to supervise. Is that okay with you?”

“Yes, sir. And thank you, sir.”

I gave her my address and told her to be at my place at 8:AM
on Saturday.

Saturday came and my doorbell rang at 7:55 AM. I opened the
door and almost fell over backwards. Standing in front
of me was a small girl (maybe 4’10”) who looked
about 12.

Melissa could sense my unease.

“I’m older than I look, sir.”

“And how old might that be?”

“I’m 18.”

I invited her in and called my kids downstairs to meet her.
The three of them came bounding down the stairs and came
to a stop beside me.

“Rachel, Mike, Donny. This is Melissa.”

The three kids stayed right by my side. But then Melissa
smiled at them. When I saw her smile my knees felt as if they
would give out. This girl’s smile reminded me of Christie
Brinkley in “Vacation”. When the three of them
saw her smile they smiled right back and moved forward.
My youngest, Donny, held out his hand.

“It’s nice to make your applaintace.”

Melissa chuckled and knelt down.

“You’re adorable.” she said while offering
her arms to Donny.

He jumped into her arms and gave her a huge hug. Within minutes
the other two were hugging her as welll.
Throughout the day I put Melissa through the paces. She
passed every test. She made us 3 wonderful meals, cleaned
the whole house, watched the kids, played with the kids,
did some school work with the kids. After dinner I asked
Melissa to come back at the same time tomorrow.

“Come back? You mean I can’t sleep here?”

Now I realized why her purse was as big as it was. It was no
purse; it was a suitcase.

“I’m sorry Melissa. It’s just a daytime
job. I can’t afford a live-in.”

“But sir, I need someplace to sleep. I’ll be a
live-in nanny for the same price. I really need someplace
to live.”

“Don’t you have a home now? And you can call me
Don.”

“No, Don. I got off the bus, went to an internet cafe
and found your ad. I just moved to Spokane today.”

“Where are you from?”

“Utah.”

I asked Melissa to go do the dishes and I would think things
over.

“I have the extra room, but I can’t have someone
live with me.” I thought. “My wife had not been
gone for even a year. I wasn’t ready for this. No. I couldn’t
handle this. But the kids really took to her and she is really
good in the house. Maybe. No. I can’t.”

I looked down at my watch. I had been sitting here lost in
my thoughts for over two hours. I got up to go into the kitchen
to tell Melissa I couldn’t do it when I smelled something.
I got to the kitchen and there was a tray of cookies sitting
on the stove and another in baking.

“You seemed deep in thought, Don, so I made myself
useful. Have one.”

I did and they were the best peanut butter cookies I had ever
had.

“The kids. Where are the kids?”

“I bathed them and put them to bed a half hour ago.”

“Melissa, I don’t know if I can handle this, but
we can try it for a while and see how it works out. After seeing
you today I know you are the right person for the job, but
I’m not sure I can handle living with a woman in my house
so soon after my wife’s death. I want to try if only for
the kids’ sake. They liked you from the first hug. I
have a room you can use. Get your bag and follow me. Do you
have more things stored somewhere?”

“Nope. This bag is all I brought from home.”

“Here’s your room. You know where the bathroom
is and the closet across the hall has some towels in it.”

“Thank you, Don. In the morning you stay in bed. I’ll
get up with the kids.”

I smiled. Sleep in? I’d forgotten the meaning of that
phrase.

“Thank you, Melissa.”

I went to bed and fell asleep quickly. When I woke up it was
9:30. I hadn’t slept this long since before Rachel
was born. I leaped up, donned my robe and went downstairs.

“What am I doing? I just met this girl and now I’m
letting her take care of my kids.”

When I got downstairs Melissa, Rachel, Mike and Donny were
in the living room playing Snakes and Ladders.

“Morning, Daddy.” my kids chirped in unison.

“Good morning, Don.”

I looked around. The kitchen was spotless. The kids hadn’t
eaten. I was about to say something when Melissa beat me
to it.

“We had omelettes for breakfast. The eggs and fillings
are in the fridge. Sit down and I’ll make you one.”

Again I was taken aback. This girl is perfect.

I sat down and ate while she played with the kids.

Sunday was another great day. We did stuff together around
the house and went grocery shopping. Melissa had a list
of what she needed and I let her take control of the shopping
trip.

Our lives went on like this for 4-5 weeks. Melissa met walked
Mike and Rachel to their bus for school and met it after school
was out. She made meals, kept the house perfect and made
our lives pretty easy. Then came May 20th.

The kids had been put to bed and I was walking downstairs.
Melissa had gone to have a shower before I put the kids to
bed and as I was passing the bathroom I noticed that the door
was open a bit. I moved to the door to pull it shut when I saw
a reflexion of Melissa in the mirror. She was out of the shower
and had just hung up her towel. She was looking at me. She
was naked. This was no girl looking back at me. This was a
woman. I had never even noticed her body in the weeks she
had been here. It was perfect. She had maybe C cup perky breasts
but they looked HUGE on her 4’10” frame. She had
a small waist and curvy hips. She was gorgeous. I pulled
the door shut and quickly went downstairs.

My mind was racing. I had not even thought about sex for months
and now I had this vision of perfection in my own home. I had
very conflicting thoughts. My wife’s passing was
still recent, but my raging hard-on was NOW. I couldn’t
do this. I went back upstairs and went into my room. I surfed
the net and looked at pictures of small young women. I came
extremely hard. It was the first orgasm I had since my wife
was killed. I went to bed and slept fitfully.

The next morning neither Melissa nor I said a word about
the incident. I told her that I wouldn’t be home until
after the kids’ bedtime.

When I got home Melissa was again in the shower. I stayed
downstairs. Most of me wanted to go upstairs, but my legs
wouldn’t let me. I heard the shower stop. I waited for
20 minutes and then decided to go back up to my room. I got
up and turned around. Melissa was standing at the top of
the stairs – naked. I stared. I ogled. I said nothing.

“Don?”

I said nothing.

“Please say something, Don.”

“There aren’t words fit for what I’m seeing.”

She smiled. That fucking smile. I’m sure my hard-on
was visible in my dress pants.

“Thank you, Don.”

“It’s after 9. Why don’t you come upstairs
and I’ll draw you a bath.”

“I don’t want a bath.”

“I do. I need my back washed.”

My head was swimming and I moved up the stairs. I was not aware
of my feet moving, but I moved up the stairs. Maybe I was floating.
I got to the third stair from the top and was looking at Melissa
in the eyes. Her hand reached out and took mine. We went to
my bedroom together and Melissa turned on the tub faucet.
She came back out and began to take off my clothes. My shirt
gave way first. Then my belt surrendered. Then she undid
my pants and they fell to the floor. She gasped when my hard
cock sprang into view. I don’t wear underwear. She
smiled. My socks were the last before she led me into the
jetted tub. She told me to relax as she climbed in beside
me and sat a foot or so in front of me with her back facing me.
Without a word she reached for the soap and handed it to me.
I took it and began to caress her perfect back with it.

“That’s what I needed. Thank you, Don.”

I put the soap down in the water and sat there, unable to think
of what to do.

“You’re not done yet.” she said as she took
fold of my hands. She guided them up to her back and pulled
them around her torso until they were cupping her perfect
breasts.

I began to caress her globes and play with her nipples. She
cooed and moaned softly. Soon she turned around and brought
her lips to mine. We kissed and kissed. Our tongues became
very-well acquainted. The water level in the tub began
to diminish and I realized she had unplugged it. We got out
and dried off.

I picked her up and carried her to my bed; all the while smothering
her lips and face with kisses. I laid her down softly and
kissed my way down her body. The whole time she was moaning
and squirming. When I got to her pussy I licked her pussy
lips and clitoral hood. I played and teased her. Her moans
got louder. I played more. This was the first time in 2 days
that I had been in control of myself. Finally I began sucking
on her rock hard clit. She groaned. I continued sucking
until her hips started bucking up and down and she was screaming.
Thank heaven my kids slept like the dead. Melissa had one
of the most mind-blowing orgasms I had ever seen; in real
life or on video. When her eyes rolled back into proper position
she looked at me.

“Oh Don. That was perfect. Thank you.”

“It ain’t over. It’s FAR from over.”

Her smile almost gave the control back to her, but I kept
it together. I rolled over onto my back and settle d into
the pillows.

“You turn, babe. Say hello to my little friend.”
She didn’t get the “Scarface” reference,
but she did know I meant my hard dick.

She began by licking up one side and down the other. She never
touched the purple head; just the shaft. Then she licked
and sucked my balls; still ignoring the head. She went back
to licking before taking my raging member into her mouth.
She was very small but she could still get most of my 7 inches
into her mouth. I was impressed. Her little head bobbed
up and down as she moaned. Within minutes I erupted inside
her. She kept bobbing up an down. When I was done she licked
the stray bit of cum off her lips.

Now it was MY turn to give thanks.

“Melissa, that was wonderful. You do that sooooo
well.”

“Thank you.”

I looked down and realized that I STILL had a raging boner.
This hadn’t happened for well over 10 years. I was ready
to go again.

I rolled Melissa onto her back and moved my cock towards
her pussy. She was shaking.

“Are you scared, Melissa?”

“No. I just want your fucking dick inside me.”

I slowly moved it into her pussy. I felt resistance. I pushed.
She winced. I stopped.

“You’re not a virgin are you?”

“Yes. You’re the first person I’ve even
kissed.”

I was blown away. How did she know how to do what she did to
me? What should I do? I didn’t know.

“Fuck me, Don. Push your fucking dick into me. I don’t
care if it hurts. I want you to fuck me.”

Damn. I was losing control, but I pushed my member further.
I kept pushing and soon I was rewarded. My cock sank in deep.
Melissa screamed. I stopped.

“Fuck me, damn it. Ram my fucking pussy. Fuck me and
fuck me hard.”

I slammed my cock in and out in and out in and out. Melissa
screamed with each thrust. We rutted like pigs for over
an hour. She must have had at least 5 orgasms before I erupted
inside her dripping pussy. We collapsed in each others’
arms and gasped for breath. After 15 minutes or so I looked
in her eyes. She smiled.

“I’ll change the sheets.” I said, but before
I could get up she planted her lips on mine and we kissed.
We got up after awhile and had a shower together. Melissa
changed the sheets and we went back to bed. There was no sleep
that night . I came more that night than I ever thought possible.
In between we snuggled and talked. I learned a lot about
Melissa.

She was a mormon from a very strict family. As soon as she
was able she moved away. Her family was not going to allow
this and she had to leave in the middle of the night. That
was why she only had one bag when she showed up. She had been
banned from using the internet. She was not permitted to
watch TV or movies and could only read approved books. When
she was 17 she had been able to sneak to a movie one day and
was mesmerized by what she saw. She then found ways to find
out what the world was like on the outside and knew she had
to experience it. That’s where I came in.

We kept out relationship as is for 8 months. We would keep
up civility during the day, but after the kids were asleep
we would fuck like animals. Melissa wanted to try everything.
One day, after our 8 months was up, we learned that Melissa
was pregnant. We married and are still together to this
day.

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