I'm just finishing up the last bite of my dinner, a simple but effective meal of brown rice and kale cooked in a rice cooker along with ground beef and a seasoning packet thrown in when there's a knock on my door. In the couple of hours since I stormed off of Chrissy's deck like some sort of wannabe ninja melting into the grass, I've been anticipating this.

I mean, how couldn't I? I yanked her to me and kissed her. Hard. And while there's a fraction of my brain that thinks that maybe, just maybe she kissed me back a little, the reality is I probably scared the fuck out of her. Hell, I don't know if that's Chrissy, or the county sheriff here to arrest me for sexual assault.

Getting up, I drop my bowl in the sink before opening the door, taking in Chrissy as she stands in my doorway, her eyes blazing, but at the same time she looks sexier than ever. She's changed, putting on a skirt for the first time I've ever seen her, and her hair's pulled up a little, leaving her looking… my poor cock's going to get flogged half to death tonight.

“Are you going to stand there staring at me or are you going to invite me in?” she asks, crossing her arms and pushing her breasts together. “I'm not going to walk away from this door.”

“Suppose I should invite you in then,” I reply, stepping back. She walks in, her legs and hips making her skirt swirl seductively in the light. “Please, come in, have a seat.”

“Thank you,” she replies, turning around as she comes in. “You know, last time I didn't get a good look in here. It's nicer than what you'd expect from an old cabin. Small, but cozy I guess is the right word.”

“I have time to spend on the renovations,” I answer tersely. I mean, it’s all I fucking do is work on this place. “I'm not finished, but I'm getting there. What brings you by?”

“An apology,” she says, turning and leaning against my table. “You owe me one for the way you acted this afternoon. Hell, jumping off my deck alone probably would have fucked my homeowner’s insurance.”

I nod, closing the door and turning to face her. “You're right. I shouldn't have just barged into your house like that. And the bail… yeah, that wasn't the smoothest. I apologize. Now… your turn.”

Chrissy smiles and sits on the edge of my table, her feet just barely brushing the floor as she swings her sexy boots back and forth. “I apologize for taking a lot of photos without your permission.”

“Thank you. I-”

“But I'm not going to apologize for my drawing, or for looking,” she says, scooting back and letting her knees drift an inch or so apart as she looks at me with smoldering eyes. “Believe it or not Dan, but I think you're handsome.”

“So you didn't mind the kiss?” I ask, my head reeling. I can't believe this is happening, the sexiest woman I've ever known, sitting on my kitchen table with all that thigh showing as she gives me a little smirk, her knees apart… I feel like I'm drunk or something.

“Oh, I minded,” Chrissy says, her eyes following me as I grab a chair and sit in front of her, not sure where this is coming from. Just hours ago, I nearly ran away after a single kiss… and now I'm playing it smooth while scared out of my shit. Maybe that's what it is, I'm just so shocked and overwhelmed that I'm just letting my body do whatever it wants. “I minded a lot.”

“And what did you mind?” I ask, sitting down and looking up at her. From here, I can just start to see up her skirt, but instead of closing her knees she parts them just a little more, the soft glow of her skin mixing with the shadows to entice me even more.

“What I minded was that I happen to like soft, gentle kisses at first,” Chrissy says, leaning forward and momentarily cutting off my view up her skirt to show me down the front of her skirt. She's wearing a lacy, sexy bra in all black that contrasts with her skin amazingly. “And then we could go rougher.”

“So, soft, then hard?” I ask, reaching up and laying my thumbs on her knees. “And what if I happen to be someone who likes to go hard and take control right from the beginning?”

She smiles, biting her lip as I begin running my thumbs in soft circles, my cock jumping and my heart hammering as the realization starts to soak in. This sexy vixen actually came over here with the intent of seducing me! Why?

Who the fuck cares. Maybe we've got to go slow, but that's okay… if we did rush right this second I know for sure I wouldn't even get my damn underpants off before I blow.

“Dan?” Chrissy asks, reaching up and running a hand through my hair. “Can I ask you something? How old are you?”

“I turn thirty in November,” I reply, smiling as her knees part another fraction of an inch. “What about you, beautiful? Please don't tell me that you're only nineteen or something.”

Chrissy laughs, leaning back a little and letting my hands push the hem of her skirt up a inch or so, my fingers massaging the warm skin of her thighs. My cock's rock hard in my pants, but at the same time this slow pace is letting me feel in control of myself. “I've had a few more summers under my hat than that. I'm twenty seven. Not too young, not too old?”

“Hardly… in fact nearly everything I see about you seems perfect,” I reply, bending down and kissing her kneecap. “And I don't know why I'm doing this, but I am.”

“I'm glad,” she replies, “but Dan, we're not going to have sex tonight. I'm not ready for it.”

Honestly, I'm not sure I am either. But her bold statement makes me laugh, and I lean back, still caressing her thighs. “You're very strange, Chrissy O'Hara. Just what is it that makes you that way?”

“I don't know… and maybe I am strange. But I think that's a good thing, don't you?” she teases, placing her hands over mine and telling me without words that I'm not going to go any higher. Still, she doesn't remove them, and I can smell… oh my sweet Jesus, I can smell the light fruity musk of her arousal in the air. She likes what I'm doing to her. “I happen to think you're pretty strange yourself. I mean, if you wanted to renovate a cabin for quiet living that's one thing… but I haven't seen or heard a chainsaw from over here the entire time.”

I chuckle, looking up into those beautiful green eyes. “I have a lot… a lot to make up for. The physical work dulls some of the emotional pain.”

Chrissy cups my face, her velvety soft fingers tracing over my forehead. “Dan… I wish I could understand your pain. I wish I could wave it away with a kiss. If I thought it'd take it away, I'd let you go further than we are tonight. But I know it won't. It's been with you for what, six years I think I've heard?”

I nod, my throat tight. “Six years.”

“One kiss can't carry that away, there isn't that much magic in the world,” Chrissy says. “But I do want you to understand that you are handsome to me, and yes, very sexy. And I think there's a chance that you and I could be very good neighbors.”

“Neighbors, huh?” I ask, then chuckle to try and regain some comfort again. “And are you wanting to be this friendly with all your neighbors?”

Chrissy chuckles, shaking her head. “Trust me Dan, I'm not that friendly. Especially with someone like Justin. He's… not my type.”

“Lucky for me,” I reply. I feel my cock throb in my pants, and despite how slow we're taking things, I'm pretty sure I'm going to have some messy underpants before this night's over. “Chrissy, I'm going to be honest. It's been over six years since I've touched a woman.”

“And does the equipment all work downstairs?” she asks, glancing down. “I saw a bulge that first day that… let's just say I hope you're fully functional.”

I smirk, nodding. “I may not have touched a woman, but I have checked everything numerous times. It works just fine… although maybe a bit too well at first.”

Chrissy giggles, and leans forward, stroking my hair out of my eyes. “I know some women think that's a bad thing, but it's sort of… I don't know, romantic to me. The first time. After that we might need to talk about baseball or Betty White's panties or something.”

I laugh, nodding. “I'm sure we can find something. But I have to ask Chrissy, are you sure?”

She shakes her head, sliding off the table so quickly that my hands run up her thighs and I feel the wispy lace of her panties as she straddles my lap for a moment before swinging off. “No… but I do want to find out. I've got some business in Chicago this weekend, but after that… keep a night clear. I would prefer some sort of wining and dining… although this cabin's pretty damn swank as it is.”

She walks to the door, and nearly has it open before I recover and get to my feet, reaching a hand out to her. “Chrissy, wait.”

She turns at the door, her eyes sparkling with amusement and arousal as I go over to my cabinet and take out her pie plate, clean as a whistle. “Don't you want this back?”

“Hmmm…” she replies, tapping a finger on the point of her chin before shaking her head. “Nah, I'll get it next week. If I take it now, I'm going to be too tempted to bring you another fresh pie.”

I set the pie plate down, stepping closer to her and putting a hand on her waist. “If you don't mind, I'll be happy to eat your pie any time you want. It was delicious and juicy, and left me licking my lips long afterwards.”

Her breath quickens, her lips trembling as I bring my mouth to hers, taking it slow this time, our lips barely brushing over each other before deepening. I probe her tenderly, and when she opens up we deepen, our bodies pressing against each other as our tongues wrap around each other. She moans softly and I feel my cock surge in my pants, pressing against her flat belly as I pull her tighter, kissing to her ear and tugging. “You feel that? You do this to me.”

“Mmmm,” Chrissy replies, reaching down and squeezing my ass. “And if I told you I've had a few fantasies myself, using my fingers… would you still think I'm strange?”

“Very strange,” I rumble, returning to her lips as I kiss her again. My hand comes up to stroke her breast, finding her nipple with my thumb and forefinger, tugging it through her top as she gasps, her thighs parting and letting me press my leg against her. “You're opening up to me, beautiful. I thought we were taking it slow?”

“What can I say?” Chrissy whimpers, her hips grinding along my thigh. I can feel her pussy as she swirls her hips, rubbing back and forth over my pants and making her breath come in little gasps. “I want to be slow but… goddamn you're fucking sexy, Dan.”

I cover her mouth in mine, kissing her harder as she grinds against me. My cock is aching, wanting to be inside her but I make a decision. She's right, we're not having sex tonight. No matter what happens, my cock is not leaving my pants until after she walks out the door. It's been six years, and I want it to be a hundred percent right when I break that streak.

Chrissy whimpers, her fingernails digging into the back of my neck as I press her against the wood frame of my door, grinding against her and encouraging her to get what she needs. Her hips speed up, her little cries coming faster and faster until she moans deeply, pulling on my hair as she finds what she has to have for release, crying out softly as she comes on my leg. I hold her close, my own cock spasming just from the feeling and realization that this amazing beauty actually just came from me before stepping back, smiling a little. “Wow.”

Chrissy adjusts her skirt, nodding. “Wow indeed. You're very strange, Dan.”

I smile, and kiss her softly on the cheek. “You're very strange yourself. If I don't see you before your show… kick some ass, okay?”

She nods, disappearing into the night. I watch her as the moonlight cloaks her in loveliness, her skin looking pale and her hair a ghostly pearl jewel as she climbs the stairs that go to her front door. She stops at the top, turning to look at me and gives me a wave. I wave back, a smile breaking out again as she goes inside.

Sure, it wasn't perfect. There's that voice inside of me that says that she can deal with just my neck and face scars, but if she really the sort of close up view of the cheese grater skin of my chest and back she’d get in bed with me, she'd be running out the door trying not to puke, even if she’s turned on as fuck.

But that's okay… I mean, I can leave my damn shirt on.

Speaking of clothing… my cum's soaked through my underpants and I can feel it squishing on my skin.

“Time for a shower,” I tell myself, pulling my shirt off. “And maybe time to do a little laundry too.”

I strip naked, and glance over at my washing machine… glad Chrissy didn't understand how that's run. Explaining why I've got a washing machine hooked up to a bicycle would be too much of a problem.