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At the ripe old age of twenty-two I was able to buy my first house, not because I was a brilliant businessman or anything like that. No, it was because I had an aunt that had more money than I ever realized, and she had taken a shine, as it were, to me ever since I was a very little kid. I liked her too, she had a sense of humor and was always fun to be with. I got to spend summers with aunt Cookie as a child and we got to be very close. She always had the most fun toys at her house for me to play with. For whatever reason she had never married. I always thought she was a beautiful woman, but maybe she wasn't, or maybe she just never felt like she needed a man to make her "whole", whatever that meant. I had never thought about it. She was Aunt Cookie, and Aunt Cookie lived in the big house close to the country by herself, and that's just the way it was. Four months after my twenty-first birthday aunt Cookie wrapped her Jaguar around a tree at about eighty. It broke my heart. Six months later I get this letter in the mail telling me that I'm the sole beneficiary of aunt Cookie's estate, one point three million dollars, and the big house close to the country. No one contested the will. My dad was her brother, and only relative, and he had died when I was fifteen, my mom four years later. Apart from aunt Cookie, my life hadn't been that great so far. She helped me get through the loss of my parents, another reason I cared so much for her. It took me a few months to get over the pain of loosing aunt Cookie and trying to figure out what to do with the estate. It seemed that she left this stuff to me in order to take care of me, so I sold what wasn't important to my memory of her, the rest going into storage, and because I couldn't bear to live in her house without her in it, I sold that too. So now I'm worth two point four million, and not yet twenty two years old. I live in a two bedroom apartment close to the job I have, and no one I work with knows how well off I am, and I'm not about to tell them. I'm not too fond of my job. The people I work with are okay, but my boss is a jerk and thinks he has more power than he really does. Finally, one day he has pissed me off for the last time and I go to his office and quit. It's not like I need the job, you know?
So, that's the back story. I found a nice house in an up-scale neighborhood, bought it and settled down. I decided to trade stocks online, found I was pretty good at it and made that my job. In the meantime, a new family moved in two doors down. A nice guy with his devoted, knockout, arm candy wife, and their daughter Tammy. Tammy was all of fifteen, and the most beautiful girl I believe I had ever seen. All of the boys in the neighborhood discovered her as well, and my opinion of her appeared to have been shared by all of them. They followed her around like puppies and I would have been surprised if they hadn't. I would have been in line with them if she hadn't been fifteen. Besides, her dad, Jack, would have used that nice double barreled shotgun on me if I had tried anything with her, and frankly, I would have had it coming. I'm not going to jail, or the morgue, over a fifteen year old, no matter how damn beautiful she was. Tammy never did make it easy on me, or any of the boys in the neighborhood. She was drop-dead gorgeous, and she knew it. She had a nasty habit of walking down the street on her way to and from school in a very short skirt and a tight sweater, or low cut blouse, her long blond hair flying out behind her in a golden cloud, her striking green eyes flashing defiance at everyone around her. How she got away with wearing that outfit to school I'll never know. I had the impression that the skirt would get pulled down to an acceptable length and the blouse buttoned up a little further while at school, and then re-arranged again for the walk home. Even when it got cold out, she would wear a pair of leggings under the skirt which only served to accentuate her beautiful legs. How her male teachers stood looking at her without lust in their hearts is beyond me. I have to admit, I envied them. Tammy was a hard core flirt Oh yes, I watched her. Fanaticized about her, lusted after her. How could I not? I even missed out on a couple of good stock trades watching her glide past my house. I should have moved my computer room to the back of the house where I would never have to see her. Couldn't do it. I figured the cost of the stock trade losses due to watching Tammy and decided it was worth it. Summer came, and it was worse. You'd think the girl had no other clothes outside of the bikini she wore almost constantly. Then, of course, came the inevitable growing spurt. She filled out, everywhere. Her breasts overflowed the bikini top, her legs became even more shapely, her ass rounded to absolute perfection. The "I want Tammy Gang" drooled en mass.
Jack and his wife, Mandy, decided to throw a "Pool and Patio Party", or so it said on the invitation. They had finally gotten settled in their new home and wanted to meet their neighbors. "Bring your swim suits and an appetite!" the invitation continued, "Everything else is on us." I accepted the invitation with some trepidation. I figured I was going to have to tape my prick to my leg to keep from walking around with a perpetual hard-on, being that close to Tammy, not to mention her mother who was essentially a grown-up version of her daughter. Maybe if I just stayed in the pool, no one would notice. Against my better judgment, I showed up on the day of the party in a pair of cut-off jeans and a t-shirt, my swimsuit underneath, and a bottle of decent wine under my arm wrapped in ice inside my beach towel. Mandy was delighted, and immediately opened the bottle. I was the first to arrive, and I noticed that Tammy was nowhere to be seen. I felt disappointed, but it was probably for the best. Anyway, Mandy was dressed, if you could call it that, in a white bikini that left very little to the imagination, and despite her thirty five years could have given her luscious daughter a serious run for her money. Not a wrinkle, stretch mark or ounce of cellulite on her. I tried not to ogle her too much, but it was hard, pun intended. "Try the pool, Alec," encouraged Jack, "unless you'd rather have a bit of that wine first." I took a quick glance at the spacious pool just in time to see Tammy's head bob up from under water. The girl was like a fish in that pool, swimming around under water for what seemed like forever before coming up for a gulp of precious air and then disappearing again. I chose the wine. Jack and Mandy were good conversationalists, both were well educated, and it showed. It made me want to go back to school for some weird reason. It's not like I needed it to further my career. I just began to feel a little inadequate is all. I noticed, though, that while I had brought only one bottle of wine, it seemed to have given birth to three more bottles, and two of them were empty. That's when the other guests began to arrive, several of them bringing similar gifts of liquid grapes. Most of the female guests, and that included the youngest of the daughters, were outfitted in the same type of swim outfits as Mandy, and I began to wonder if I had missed that part of the invitation. The scenery was terrific. Two hours later the party had turned into a bit of a "rip snorter", as the saying goes. The teen-aged boys spent their time playing grab-ass with the girls who ate it up with glee, several of
the "I Want Tammy Gang" spent their time chasing her and posing for her approval. Several of the kids inched their way to the cooler and helped themselves to the imported beer that Jack had provided. No one seemed to care. I noticed one couple in particular who sat at the outer fringes of the yard, empty beer bottles at their side. They were necking seriously, the pretty little redhead straddling her boyfriend, rubbing his hips with hers on the lounge chair until they stole into the house for a very long time before emerging, red faced and sweaty. Ah, suburbia! Not being much of a drinker, I admit I had kept my eyes on the pool a bit more than would have been considered polite, watching Tammy. When the excellent food was served, she came out of the water, her golden hair glued to her back, almost covering the bottom of her black bikini. For a split second all male conversation stopped, heads turned to watch her, and then, embarrassed, the conversation resumed. Tammy smiled. Just a hint of a smile, but I noticed it. She knew the effect she had on men, and relished it. She sat at the edge of the pool on a deck chair, surrounded by the rest of the "I Want Tammy Gang" of neighborhood boys and most of the neighborhood's "I Want Tammy Dead" girls. It wasn't so much that they hated her because she was taking their boyfriends away from them, but that the guys paid so little attention to them while she was around. Tammy was a flirt, but she never tried to snatch another girl's boyfriend. It was as though she knew she could have any of them with a flick of her hips. There were several people in the pool and I finally felt comfortable enough to join them. The water was warm, but not too warm and it felt good to stretch out with a brisk swim. I made three laps of the pool and returned to the shallow end in time to have Tammy break the water close behind me. It was the first time in an hour that she hadn't been seriously pursued by "The Gang". "Hello, Mr. Caulfield," she said, wiping the water from her eyes, "I'm Tammy Andrews." "Pleased to meet you Miss Tammy," I said, with a slight bow. It was a bit overdone, and it was meant to be. It got the giggle from her that I was after. "How is it that you know my name, Miss Tammy, since we've not been formally introduced?" "It's printed on your mailbox," she said with a grin. "I can read you know. My folks were just saying that they want to make this an annual event," she said, changing the subject expertly, "I hope they do. It's actually not the dull and boring crap they usually subject me to. I hope you'll come
next year." "Your parents are quite nice," I said, lamely, "and this has actually been quite fun. I'd look forward to it being an annual thing." She touched my arm with a water cooled hand, smiled, and dove under the warm liquid again. Her touch had been like an electrical shock that I desperately wanted to feel again. 2 Her parents made good on their promise to make the get-together pool party an annual "thing", and it was always a treat for me. As the kids got older it became more of a treat for them as well. More of the alcohol seemed to disappear into the bellies of the teen-agers than into the adults, and instead of only the one couple disappearing into the house for a suspiciously long period of time, now they were going in four and six at a time, and staying longer. Despite being urged to join in on the fun, Tammy never did. Quite surprisingly, their parents either were too wasted, too stupid or too uncaring to notice what their kids were up to. Not my business anyway. Through it all, Tammy always addressed me as Mr. Caulfield, which was a little disappointing since what I really wanted was for her to feel comfortable enough to call me Alec. It was too much to hope for, and I came to accept it. She was the pretty young girl, and I was the yucky old guy who lived two houses away. More than a year had passed, but I did notice a few things though. When I was outdoors, for whatever reason, and Tammy was anywhere in view, she seemed to sway her hips just a little more than usual. She always smiled and waved to me, not something she did for everyone she knew, and we seemed to go to the mailbox at the same time quite often. At first I thought this was a pleasant coincidence until one late afternoon when, after being delayed by the rising stock market, I made my way to the mailbox and "happened" to quickly glance at the Andrews' house. Framed in the big window was Tammy, watching. I slowed my pace, picking at an errant weed in the lawn, and sure enough, out came Tammy, wearing that perpetual tiny black bikini, her beautiful breasts threatening to bounce out of their nylon confines as she trotted towards the street. "Hello, Mr. Caulfield, fancy meeting you here," she said. Her voice was starting to mature, along with the rest of her, deeper now and with that slightly breathless lilt that Marilyn Monroe had. "Miss Tammy," I replied with that same stupid little bow that had now
become a ritual at these street side meetings, and which never failed to bring on that cute giggle that I came to love. "How's your summer going?" "Eh! Kind of boring, I guess. Most of the kids are on vacation. Not much going on." "I would have thought you'd have at least two boyfriends to keep you company during these dark days," I replied. "The boys around here are, well, ...just boys. I would have thought you'd be married by now." She was good at changing the subject away from herself. Damn good, and I always fell into the trap. "Haven't found a woman I was interested in," I lied, sweating as I usually did when talking with Tammy. "Anyway, you've got lots of time to snag a boyfriend. A girl of twelve shouldn't be dating anyhow," I teased. She stuck her tongue out at me and gave me a full body-nudge, almost making me loose my balance. "Girls of twelve don't carry a chest like this," she said thrusting her magnificent breasts towards my face, their tips straining through the thin material of the bikini top. "I'll be seventeen in two weeks. My mom is throwing a party for me. Want to come?" "What, and be the only old person there? Everyone will think I'm the neighborhood perv. I'll send you a card." "How about a Ferrari?" she teased, " I got my license you know." "Ha!" I replied, and it was my turn to body-nudge her. She lost her balance, maybe not, but she looked like she did and I reached out and caught her in my arms to keep her from falling. "That was close!" she said softly, looking up at me with those big beautiful green eyes that bored deep into my soul..... She made no attempt to right herself for several seconds, just lying limp in my arms for just a little too long, her arm around my waist. "Sorry, Tammy, I didn't mean to knock you down," I apologized, my face red as fire I was sure. "No problem," she replied, her voice a husky whisper. "Make it a really pretty card." That night I went shopping for a "really pretty card" and a metal model of a blood red Ferrari. The evening of her birthday I took the card and gift to her door, not wanting to interrupt the earlier official party with all of her friends. Mandy invited me in for a bit of cake and coffee while Tammy tore into her gift. I had just taken a swallow of coffee when a scream broke the silence. You'd have thought someone had stabbed the poor
girl. I had just set my cup on the table in time to have Tammy run up, throw her arms around me and kiss my cheek. "My Ferrari!" she squealed, "I love it! I can't drive it, but I love it! Thank you so much! Mom, look, a Ferrari!" It all came out as one word, but I got the idea that she approved of the gift. Mandy looked confused until Tammy explained, and then merely smiled. I think she, in the back of her mind, could see a time when her daughter would ask some guy for a Ferrari and then find one actually parked in her driveway. I had no doubt that she would have been right. By the end of that year, Tammy was my official buddy. She had found my computer networking page and had started messaging me from time to time, not often, usually to help her with homework, not much else, but it did seem to cement our "buddy" relationship. There was never anything inappropriate, and I got the feeling that she was making very sure of that. I know I was. Even then, I was still Mr. Caulfield, and she was still Miss Tammy. In May of the third year after Jack, Mandy and Tammy moved in, I found the need to go on an extended trip some thousand miles from home. Tammy looked a little dejected when I mentioned it to her at the mailbox. "Have a safe trip," was all she said, then turned and went back into the house. The third week into what had become a very hectic trip for me, I took a few precious minutes and messaged Tammy, having noticed that she was on line. "Married yet?" I wrote, knowing this would make her giggle. "No, you?" she wrote back. "No, not yet." "Soon, though," she replied. No question mark, a statement. What did she mean by that? Had she found someone in three weeks that she wanted to marry? Well, it wouldn't surprise me. I tried to question her but she had signed off, and stayed signed off for the rest of my trip leaving me to wonder. She was still in high school for god's sake, much too young to be married. Pregnant maybe? By whom? I had only seen her date maybe four times, not including Prom, all with different guys. I thought about calling her, but somehow that just didn't seem right. If she had anything to say, she'd tell me. Otherwise it was none of my damn business. The day after I got home from my trip I went to the mailbox, expecting the post office to resume delivery. Tammy came running out of
the house in her finest miniskirt and tightest sweater. Just as I pulled my hand out of the empty box she threw her arms around me and kissed my cheek. "I'm glad you're home," she breathed into my ear, and ran back into the house without even checking her mail, leaving me with a stupid look on my face and no mail in my hands. The next day brought an invitation to the eighteenth birthday of Miss Tammy Andrews, and another to celebrate the graduation of Miss Tammy Andrews from the local high school, three weeks later. RSVP requested. For a short time I actually considered buying her that Ferrari, for real this time. It's not like I couldn't afford it. By this time I was worth close to four and a half mil, but no one knew it. I had managed to keep it quiet. I considered talking it over with Jack, her father, until the obvious occured to me. We were only friends, Tammy and I. That's all, just friends. No matter how much I cared for her, loved her actually. Bang! That was a kick in the teeth. I WAS in love with her, had been from the first. It wasn't just lust after the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, it was love! It had to be. It was the reason I hadn't dated since the first time I saw her. How stupid could I have been? Now what? Talk about inappropriate! For her birthday I bought her a very expensive diamond necklace, telling her it was for graduation day use. That got me another hug and kiss, and a suspicious look from Jack, until Mandy bent over and whispered something into his ear. Then he smiled. I have no idea what she said, but it seemed to make everything good. It's not like I'm afraid of Jack, it's just that it's not a good idea to piss off the father with inappropriate gifts to his only daughter. Like I said, he smiled, but you just never know. I ended up feeling a little out of place at the graduation party, what with it being mostly for her relatives and closest friends of the family. The honored guest was dressed in the most beautiful dress I had ever seen her wear. She looked so ravishing I could hardly stand it. I decided to escape early, "forgetting" the gift I had bought for Tammy on the table at home being the excuse. I had left it there just in case this very thing happened. This way I could give it to her without making a huge deal out of it in front of her family. It was a gold Rolex watch and I really didn't want to embarrass anyone by having Tammy go nuts when she unwrapped it. It was another inappropriate gift on top of the first inappropriate gift of three weeks earlier. It might look the tiniest bit suspicious. I almost made it to the door unseen.
"Just where do you think you're going, Mister?" asked Tammy. "I left your gift at home by accident, Tammy. Just going to get it for you, that's all. By the way, you look absolutely stunning tonight, quite the beautiful woman." "Thank you for the compliment, Alec, but you forget, I know you. You won't come back if I let you leave, I know you won't. Please stay. You can bring the gift some other time. I'd rather have you stay than have the gift to open." She called me Alec! Nothing else she said registered in my brain after that. It should have, but it didn't. I stayed, and was one of the last to leave. I hugged Tammy and congratulated her. She kissed my cheek again, and I left with the feel of fire where her lips touched me. July arrived, and with it the annual invitation to the "Pool and Patio Party" in the Andrews' back yard. I still hadn't given Tammy her graduation gift. Another business trip had taken up my time for a couple of weeks, which netted me the ownership of a small but high tech company that I had been investing in heavily. My head was a little muddled from the meetings and such, and once again I left the gift on the table. This time, by accident. All the "usual suspects" showed up at the party, including the cute little redhead, Lizzie, who had been necking with her boyfriend two years earlier, dragging a diaper bag and her cute baby with her. The boyfriend was nowhere to be found. Come to find out, they had actually gotten married two days before he escaped into the military. The girls fawned all over the baby as young girls do, Tammy included. For quite some time I was relegated to mingling with the guests, glancing from time to time at Tammy as she held Lizzie's baby. Naughty things were stirring in my pants as I watched her stroke the child's head and kiss it's little face and tummy. Not really sure why that turned me on so much, but it did. I talked to Jack and his "band of brothers". It was easier. Two hours later, when the party had become louder from alcohol consumption, and the older kids were disappearing into the house with reckless abandon, or, in one case, having sex in the pool while everyone applauded them, Tammy came up to me and grabbed my hand. Wordlessly, she pulled me with her to the side of the house. "You still owe me a graduation gift, Alec," she said, her face three inches from mine, her body pressed into me. "Have you been drinking, Tammy?" I asked. "I don't drink, Alec. Ever. Where's my gift?" Her warm arm snaked around my waist.
I suddenly felt afraid, and I had no idea why. Her blazing green eyes bored into me relieving me of the tiny bit of my soul that she didn't already own. "It's at home, on the table," I stammered. "I hoped it would be," she whispered. "I want my gift." She kept her arm around me as she led me to my house. I have to admit, my hand trembled a bit as I opened the front door. Tammy walked in ahead of me and looked around briefly. "It's quite beautiful, not at all what I imagined it would be," she said. "You've never been here before, have you?" I said, stupidly, as though it were some sort of a surprise. "Of course not," she whispered, inching closer to me, "I didn't dare ever come here." Her arms eased around my neck and she pulled me close, her lips finding mine for the first time. Her silky tongue slid into my mouth and her body folded tightly into mine, her hips moving sensuously against me. "Tammy, you're..." I whispered, breaking the kiss. "In love with you, Alec," she finished, "I've always been in love with you. Since the first time I saw you, I've been in love with you. I've always been too young for you, and now I'm not, and I can tell you, finally, how much I love you. Why do you think I never dated? It's because of you." "What if I had found another woman?" "I would have done whatever it took to keep that from happening. I would have offered myself to you no matter how old I was. That was my plan. But then I decided that wouldn't be necessary because I could feel how much you loved me. I don't know how I knew that. I just knew you did. You do love me, don't you?" "Marry me, Tammy." "Do you really have to ask, Alec?" This time, it was our turn to spend a suspicious amount of time inside the house. When we finally emerged, red faced and sweating, Tammy took great pride in announcing to the entire party that we were getting married. Jack's jaw dropped to the floor, but Mandy merely smiled and nodded. It seems Tammy had told her mother her feelings for me quite some time ago and Mandy knew it was just a matter of time. Tammy usually got what she wanted, the spoiled little angel. Oh yah, she got the Ferrari too. On our first anniversary. END
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