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Carl heard a knock on his door as he was about to settle down for a movie. Knowing the knock, he got up and headed briskly to the door. Not even bothering to look through the peep hole, he flung the door open and hugged the eighteen year-old blonde bombshell that was waiting on the door step.

*quot;How's my favorite girl?*quot; Carl asked, his aged face breaking into a smile.

*quot;Good, and how's my favorite guy?*quot; the girl replied, shooting a smile that most of the boys in her class would kill to see.

*quot;Now Cassie, you shouldn't tease an old man like that. Didn't you have a guy or two wrapped around your finger last time I checked?*quot;

Cassie laughed, *quot;Just one and we broke up. Nothing big, he just was kind of immature.*quot; She winked at Carl, *quot;Got too excited by my tits and thought the height of romance was begging me for a blow job after making out for a few minutes.*quot;

Carl chuckled, the two of them had always been pretty open, *quot;Well you do have some nice tits.*quot;

Cassie smirked though her face did blush, *quot;Well, I guess you're not as mature as I thought.*quot;

The two of them headed in to the living room making small talk. Cassie had turned eighteen a couple weeks ago but still had a year of high school left and was dreading dance camp and the college visits her mother had planned for later that summer, despite getting into the college she had already wanted. Carl meanwhile, only had his chess games with his friend, Winston to brag about.

As the two sat down on the couch, Cassie looked at her friend, concerned. A few years ago, Carl would be slyly admitting to a wild night on the town with his wife, Anna, and maybe even talking about some of the more wild things they had done with the people they had picked up. However, after Anna died in a car accident, Carl had begun closing himself off; he still worked out and took care of himself, but Cassie couldn't help but wonder that, if it wasn't for her and his chess games with Winston, Carl would go days without talking to anyone.

*quot;It's a shame,*quot; Cassie thought, *quot;I know Anna would want him to move on with his life.*quot; Cassie looked at Carl. He hadn't changed much since she had met him eight years ago; he was still a fit older African-American male whom old age had left alone, aside from some wrinkles and a mostly bald head. His skin was a dark chocolate tone and wrapped around his muscular body. By all accounts, he was still a prize.

Cassie knew she shouldn't gaze but the fact was, she had been attracted to him for years. She remembered how, when she was 15, she had actually confessed that to Anna after the two of them had talked about sex. Anna, who was a gorgeous woman of 65 at the time, had confessed to a time when Carl and her had actually swapped with Cassie's parents for a night and Anna had enjoyed a wild time with Cassie's father. Despite Cassie's mom being a bit of a flirt, she and Cassie's father were ultimately a rather vanilla couple and hadn't done it again. In any case, it seemed fair to Cassie to finally reveal the feelings she had been harboring. After describing a dream where she and Carl had kissed while being naked and how it had made her feel. Anna had just laid her down on the bed, kissed her gently, and told her that she was a bit young but, if she still felt that way when she was 18, Anna would all but deliver Carl to her tied up and give her blessing . Anna had even hinted that Cassie was free to try her out to if she felt so inclined. Of course, now that Anna had passed away, that day would never come.

Carl saw Cassie and took a moment to look her over. While it had been true that he had had the occasional fantasy and wasn't blind to her more obvious charms, he still thought of her as a friend. Still, it was hard for him to not at least find her attractive. Her pure white skin covered a toned body she had developed from years of dance and her breasts, which Carl had always guessed to be c-cups, stuck out proudly. Her ass and legs were the part of her body that Carl found himself guiltily peering at whenever he felt particularly aroused and thought she wasn't looking. That wasn't to say her face wasn't beautiful as well. Her face had a girl-next-door charm but had a smile that that could either be a joy to see or a surprisingly arousing sight depending on how her mischievous green eyes chose to behave.

Trying to ignore the hint of a stirring in his pants, Carl got up and headed to the small bar he kept by the television set. Grabbing two glasses and a bottle of wine, he sat back down and poured a glass for each of them.

*quot;Well, now that you're 18, I guess you can celebrate a bit huh?*quot; Carl said.

Cassie laughed as she took a glass. *quot;Pretty sure I have to be 21. You could get in trouble.*quot;

Carl smiled, *quot;I won't tell if you won't.*quot;

Cassie flashed a flirtatious smile at him and crawled over to his lap where she sat. *quot;Well, I guess I can keep it a secret...if you let me watch the movie from right here.*quot;

*quot;Better watch yourself, girl, or I almanbahis might just have to bend you over my knee.*quot; Carl said slyly. It was all harmless flirting though, the two of them joked a lot and Cassie had been sitting on his lap since she was ten, So it was nothing too big. Carl Started the movie, an old B