1. A Polaroid of Kristina, part 1


    Date: 11/3/2014, Categories: Seduction, Author: Oncearunner1974, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    sunned herself, and I know I thought I was being tremendously subtle in my admiration of her. A week or two went by, and my eighteenth birthday came and went. I have since theorized that women always know when a man likes them that way. And there is certainly no way that a woman as worldly as Kristina could have not noticed my painfully obvious attempts to be near her and to look at her, even though our actual interactions were limited to things such as “Good morning, Michael,” and “Hi, Kristina!” A few days later, on the weekend when my parents came to the roof as well, when I came out of the pool to go to the deck, I found Kristina in conversation with my parents. This was unusual, because even though they were friendly, they had never become close. Still, it was a good sign, because it would give me a chance to talk to her. As I got there, Kristina turned to me and said, “Michael, your parents tell me you are quite adept with electronics.” I sighed internally. My parents could be counted on to sing my praises embarrassingly to everyone and anyone. Further, I didn’t know anything more about electronics than anyone else my age, which simply meant I was a lot more comfortable with gadgets than older generations were. “I guess so,” I answered cautiously. “I am having terrible problems with my VCR. The cable company replaced my box and changed some connections, and ever since they did, I can’t seem to record any programs. Do you think you could help fix it?” At least this was ...
    something I could probably do, and the thought of being in Kristina’s apartment with her made my heart beat faster. “I could take a look at it, but I’m really not an expert or anything.” “Anything you could do, Michael, would be better than arranging another visit with the cable company. And I would of course pay you for your time.” At this my mother broke in, “No, we wouldn’t hear of it. He’ll be happy to do it as a favor.” Ordinarily this would have annoyed me. My parents were fond of turning my occasional odd jobs that I could use as means of making some pocket money into free “favors” for various neighbors. I had fixed countless VCRs for elderly neighbors, fed numerous cats, and walked dozens of dogs, all as favors. But all that mattered to me was being in Kristina’s apartment; that was all the payment I needed. “When would you like me to come look at it?” “There is no rush whatsoever, Michael,” she said. “But perhaps sometime this afternoon, so that I may record a program I wish to watch later? It airs at 7:00. Take your time, finish your workout. I’m in 26D.” With that, she thanked my parents again, and left the roof area. It was all I could do to finish my “triathlon” that afternoon. But part of me stupidly thought I might look just a little bit more muscular later if I didn’t skip my weight routine. I also didn’t want my parents to wonder why I was so uncharacteristically eager to rush to perform one of the jobs they had turned into a non-paying favor. I showered and ...
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