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The very moment I saw her, I knew she’d be easy.
I was attending a local dinner party when I saw an attractive brunette standing alone in the corner of the room. She looked bored and a little rebellious as well, but I suspected that if she were to smile, she’d be gorgeous. So, before I went to meet her, I shot a few pictures with my iPhone.
Then I walked over and said, “Hi! I’m Bill. You look bored.”
“Robin. I am bored, but my parents won’t let me leave.”
“Oh! Sorry to hear that. Maybe they’d let you go out on the patio with me?”
“Maybe. But it’s pretty cold outside.”
“Well, I’m sure you have a jacket.”
She laughed and said, “Yeah. I’ll get it.”
Robin was a doll the way she laughed. And she had pretty hair. It was at that point that I set my sights on getting her into bed. Something made me think that she’d be good in bed.
When we got onto the patio, I said, “You know, Robin, I think you could be a good model.”
“Me? A model? No way. I’m not pretty enough.”
“I think you are and you just don’t know it.”
“Are you some kind of photographer or something?”
“Actually, I am,” I answered and handed her my business card.
“Wow! I guess you are!”
“I would love to shoot some pictures of you right now beside that plant where you were standing. Don’t smile. Just continue to look bored and give me about six poses. Then tomorrow I’ll print them on 8x10 glossies and call you down to see them.”
“You’d really do that?”
“You bet.”
“I don’t know. I’d feel kinda weird doing that with people around.”
“Hmm. I could maybe get a potted plant for my studio and we could shoot them there.”
“Yeah. That would be better.”
“Great! Give me a couple of days to find the right plant and I’ll text you. Can I have your number?”
“Sure,” she said and wrote it on the back of another business card I gave her.
“Okay, Robin. I’ll text you in a few days.”
“Should I tell my parents?”
“Of course! This may be the start of a big career for you!”
“Are you just pullin’ my leg?”
“Nope. You have the look that is popular right now. Just pick up any Glamour magazine and you’ll see what I’m talking about. In fact, the May issue of last year has a photo on the cover that I took. She’s a beautiful girl, but in her layout, she doesn’t smile. That’s what’s popular right now.”
“Really! Maybe I’ll check it out.”
“I have a copy down at my studio I’ll give you.”
“Great!”
We hung out together after that and when the party ended, her dad let me take her to McDonald’s for a burger and a milkshake. Robin was really growing on me and I couldn’t wait to get some nudes of her…if she’d let me.
At one point, Robin asked, “Would you mind if I came along when you look for a plant?”
“Not at all. That would be great and I’ll plan to shoot you with some of them.”
She laughed and said, “Shoot me. That sounds funny.”
“Oh well, that’s photographer lingo. You’ll get used to it.”
- - - - -
The following day was a Saturday, so I picked Robin up and we spent the whole day looking through all of the large plants at Home Depot, Lowes, and three florists. We finally settled for a large elephant ear plant and took it to my studio.
When I showed her the 8x10 glosses I’d printed of her, she was amazed.
“Wow! You’re good!”
"Well, those are pictures you, Robin. You're the good one."
She just smiled and said, “Thanks.”
“I took some good ones today too. I’ll print those tonight and let you see them. Then we should plan to shoot some of you here with the plant.”
“Okay. I think this is going to be fun.
“Well, I’ll put together a nice portfolio and send it some contacts I have in New York and Los Angeles.”
“Gosh! You’ll do all that for me? We’re almost strangers!”
“I don’t think we will be by the time I’m through shooting you.”
She laughed and said, “I’ll never get used to that.”
“Robin. Would you consider having dinner with me tonight?”
“Sure! That would be nice. Besides, if you’re going to shoot me, I can at least have dinner with you.”
“Great! Then why don’t I take you home and I’ll pick you up at seven?”
“Okay. I do need to shower and wash my hair. I must look pretty grungy.”
“No, you don’t. Look at those glossies again.”
“Aww. You’re just so nice,” she said, then kissed me on the cheek. “Can I take these to show my parents?” she said, indicating the glossies.
“Sure! They’ll be impressed.”
“They’ll be impressed with how good a photographer you are.”
“No, they’ll be impressed with how pretty you are.”
Then Robin put her arms around my neck and said, “Compliments like that could get you more than you might be prepared for.” Then she gave me a nice, but brief kiss on the lips.
I had slipped my arms around her tiny waist, so I pulled her against me and said, “And a kiss like that could start something that might be hard to stop.”
“I certainly wouldn’t stop it.” Then we shared a very French kiss.
After a while, Robin whispered, “I’d let you take me to bed if I didn’t feel so grungy.
“Then I’ll take you home so you can shower.”
“Okay,” she whispered and we kissed again.
I know she must have felt the boner that was bulging in my shorts because her leg was rubbing against it. I was beginning to think that I just might be taking Robin to bed tonight.
- - - - -
When I picked Robin up, she was wearing a white blouse that looked sexy the way it hung on her, and her hair looked so gorgeous that I wanted to grab a handful of it. She looked yummy and I told her so.
“Yummy huh? No one’s ever called me that before,” she said, then gave me a quick kiss.
“Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve ever called a girl yummy before.”
When we got in the car, Robin scooted over close to me and asked, “So, what does yummy look like?”
“Oh, I don’t know. It’s just an undefinable quality that a girl can have. If I had to define it, I would say that a girl who looks yummy, looks so good that a guy wants to hold her all night.”
“Really! And does he want to make love to her?”
“Oh, he definitely does.”
“Okay then. You’ll be making love to me tonight.”
My cock perked right up at that as I put my arm around her and said, “That will be so nice, Robin. I’ll show you what yummy means to me.”
“Mmm. Can’t wait,” she whispered, then kissed me.
“We’d better go before your parents notice that we’re still sitting in the driveway.”
“Oh, right.”
- - - - -
There was so much sexual tension between us during dinner that the people at the adjacent tables could probably feel it.
We looked into each other's eyes for almost an hour and hardly talked. But I did find out that Robin was eighteen and that she planned to wait a while before going to college. She'd been accepted into Harvard and Princeton.
“Wow! Those schools are hard to get in to!”
“Yeah, I guess. But good grades have never been a problem for me. I have an IQ of one-sixty.”
“Oh my god, Robin! That’s wonderful! So, you’re smart and gorgeous!”
“Oh, stop. I’m not gorgeous.”
“I think you are. Anyway, what do you want to study in school?”
“I want to be a lawyer like my dad. He said I’ll be a good one because I like to argue.”
“Ha. You like to argue?”
“I do with him. Like tonight, he said he wanted me to be home at eleven and I argued for one and won.”
“I see!”
- - - - -
After dinner, we went to my house where the studio is in the basement. I shot several dozen pictures of Robin with the elephant ear plant, then I let her help me print them.
“Oh! This is fun!” she said with her arm through mine. “I love modeling for you.” Then she kissed me.
“Hey! This part is critical,” I said, referring to the developing 8x10 photos.
“Sorry. I’m just eager to go to bed with you.”
“Me too,” I said as I pulled up the first finished picture.
“Wow! That’s a good one!” Robin said.
“You are a natural, sweetie,” I said and kissed her.
“You really think so?”
“I do. I could tell the other night at the party.”
“Yeah. I remember you saying that.”
- - - - -
After I finished the prints and hung them up to dry, we went upstairs to the bedroom.
“I’ve never been to bed with a guy on the first date. But you are so different than the guys I’ve known,” Robin said as she slipped her arms around my neck.
“It’s the same for me.”
“Actually, I’ve only had sex with one guy. He was my boyfriend for about three months before I gave in.”
“Are you two still seeing each other?”
“No. He turned out to be a jerk and dumped me after taking my virginity. I should have known better.”
“Hey. Forget him. You’re here with me now and I will not dump you after sleeping with you.”
“I know,” she whispered, then we kissed passionately.
As I held Robin’s body in my arms, I knew that she was going to be good in bed. She probably weighed around a hundred and ten pounds; kissed like it was her last chance to do so; and started to moan and hump against my leg.
“Bill, I love to give head. Can I start with that?”
“Did you read my mind?”
She just smiled as she knelt down and took my slacks down. Then when she pulled my nine-inch hard-on from my boxer shorts, she moaned, stroked it a few times in her little hand, then licked up the pre-cum that was oozing out as she stroked.
When she put it in her mouth, I took her head in both hands, made two fists with her soft hair, and tried to pull her face to my stomach. My hormones were in control, so to expect Robin to do to a deep throat was asking too much.
“Agg!” she gagged as about seven inches went in. “Sorry. My boyfriend wasn’t this big, but I want to take it all. Let me keep trying.”
“There’s no rush, sweetie,” I said as she took my cock back into her mouth, took a deep breath, and pushed it all the way down.
“Agg! Agg!” she gagged but kept my cock in her throat for a wonderful ten seconds as I flexed my sphincter to simulate shooting in off.
I moved my hands to the back of her head to help me grind her face into my stomach. Robin’s throat felt so tight and virgin that I could had cum if she hadn’t come up for air.
“Oh, Robin! You are so good!”
“That was my first deep throat.”
“You could have fooled me,” I said as I ran my fingers through her long hair to smooth out the tangles I’d made in it.
“Does it feel good when a girl does that?”
“It’s impossible to describe how good it feels.”
“I want to make you cum.”
“Why don’t we get on the bed and have sixty-nine?”
“I’ve never done that before, but I hear that it’s good.”
“It is. We can stimulate each other,” I said as I had her lay down on the bed. Then I positioned myself over her, spread her legs, and pushed my tongue into her wet folds.
Robin and already taken my cock deep into her mouth and moaned when she felt it. My tongue on her clit got her going. She started to thrust my cock to the back of her throat, trying to make me cum.
I pressed my tongue hard against her clit and rubbed it…and that did it. Robin had an orgasm ravish her body for so long that I stopped tonguing her, thinking that if I didn’t, she’d cum continuously.
At the height of her orgasm, she pushed my cock down her throat and I shoot off.
“Cusks!” she coughed on the first hard spurt, but not the rest. She just relaxed and let my cock jerk and spurt in her throat until my balls were drained.
She was struggling to catch her breath, so I rolled off, turned around, and held her until she could breathe normally.
“Oh, Bill. That was so wonderful…and amazing! I love that position.”
“Me too.”
“And I couldn’t believe it when you started to cum in my throat. I’d always thought that a girl would choke if a guy did that. But I didn’t. it was erotic to feel your warm cum going own my chest. I can still feel it in my stomach.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. And I love it.”
We laid there and almost went to sleep. We’d both had hard and long orgasms and they’d worn us out.
“Bill. I wish we could spend the night together with me in your arms.”
“I was just thinking how nice that would be.”
“My dad would never let me stay out all night.”
“If you were my daughter, I wouldn’t either.”
- - - - -
The next night I had Robin wear a white strapless dress and made a wonderful shot that turned out to be our favorite. Her hair looked gorgeous; her eye makeup was sexy, and her red lipstick was perfect. Robin had a future as a model.
“Oh, sweetheart! I love it. You really know how to pose me to get the best pictures!”
“Well, I can’t take all the credit. YOU are the model in this photo.”
Then Robin put her arms around my neck, looked at me with tears in her eyes, and said, "I love you, Bill."
“I love you too, Robin. It’s been so fast though.”
“I know.”
“Make love to me, Bill. I want you so much.”
Just hearing Robin say that made my cock start to grow. So, as we kissed, I rolled between her legs and easily pushed all the way into her as she wrapped her legs around me.
“Oh, sweetheart. You feel so good!” Robin whispered in my ear.
We made love slowly for almost thirty minutes. Robin had three nice orgasms that made her groan and her body shiver.
I held out as long as I could, then shot off and filled her with cum.
“Mmm. I feel you cumming,” she whispered as she thrust on my cock to milk it. Her body knew how to squeeze my cock with every spurt to guarantee that it got every drop of cum.
When I finished, I rolled over and took Robin on top of me. We both we satisfied, exhausted, and in love. And we went right to sleep.
- - - - -
We were rudely awakened by Robin’s cell phone. She dragged herself out of bed and looked at the clock on her phone before answering it.
“Oh shit!”
"Hi, daddy."
“I know. We went to sleep watching a long movie.”
“I know, daddy. I know!”
“I’ll be right home.”
“We’re in trouble. You have to get dressed and take me home.”
- - - - -
The next day I got a call from Robin.
“I told daddy that we were in love, but he said we hadn’t known each other long enough to be in love. So, I’m in the dog house.”
“Damn. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have let us go to sleep. It would have been so easy to set an alarm on my phone.”
“No. We both are at fault. I love you so much and was so happy after we made love that I just wanted to go to sleep in your arms.”
“And I felt the same way.”
- - - - -
Two weeks later, Robin moved in with me. She told her parents that she was eighteen years old and could do whatever she wanted.
We eloped a week later and took a week-long Caribbean cruise for our honeymoon. Her parents were upset that we’d eloped, but gave us their blessings.
Robin became a highly-paid fashion model and made the cover of Sports Illustrated a year later. She says that her career as a model won’t last long and still plans to go to Harvard and become a defense attorney and I’m sure she’ll be a good one.
I was attending a local dinner party when I saw an attractive brunette standing alone in the corner of the room. She looked bored and a little rebellious as well, but I suspected that if she were to smile, she’d be gorgeous. So, before I went to meet her, I shot a few pictures with my iPhone.
Then I walked over and said, “Hi! I’m Bill. You look bored.”
“Robin. I am bored, but my parents won’t let me leave.”
“Oh! Sorry to hear that. Maybe they’d let you go out on the patio with me?”
“Maybe. But it’s pretty cold outside.”
“Well, I’m sure you have a jacket.”
She laughed and said, “Yeah. I’ll get it.”
Robin was a doll the way she laughed. And she had pretty hair. It was at that point that I set my sights on getting her into bed. Something made me think that she’d be good in bed.
When we got onto the patio, I said, “You know, Robin, I think you could be a good model.”
“Me? A model? No way. I’m not pretty enough.”
“I think you are and you just don’t know it.”
“Are you some kind of photographer or something?”
“Actually, I am,” I answered and handed her my business card.
“Wow! I guess you are!”
“I would love to shoot some pictures of you right now beside that plant where you were standing. Don’t smile. Just continue to look bored and give me about six poses. Then tomorrow I’ll print them on 8x10 glossies and call you down to see them.”
“You’d really do that?”
“You bet.”
“I don’t know. I’d feel kinda weird doing that with people around.”
“Hmm. I could maybe get a potted plant for my studio and we could shoot them there.”
“Yeah. That would be better.”
“Great! Give me a couple of days to find the right plant and I’ll text you. Can I have your number?”
“Sure,” she said and wrote it on the back of another business card I gave her.
“Okay, Robin. I’ll text you in a few days.”
“Should I tell my parents?”
“Of course! This may be the start of a big career for you!”
“Are you just pullin’ my leg?”
“Nope. You have the look that is popular right now. Just pick up any Glamour magazine and you’ll see what I’m talking about. In fact, the May issue of last year has a photo on the cover that I took. She’s a beautiful girl, but in her layout, she doesn’t smile. That’s what’s popular right now.”
“Really! Maybe I’ll check it out.”
“I have a copy down at my studio I’ll give you.”
“Great!”
We hung out together after that and when the party ended, her dad let me take her to McDonald’s for a burger and a milkshake. Robin was really growing on me and I couldn’t wait to get some nudes of her…if she’d let me.
At one point, Robin asked, “Would you mind if I came along when you look for a plant?”
“Not at all. That would be great and I’ll plan to shoot you with some of them.”
She laughed and said, “Shoot me. That sounds funny.”
“Oh well, that’s photographer lingo. You’ll get used to it.”
- - - - -
The following day was a Saturday, so I picked Robin up and we spent the whole day looking through all of the large plants at Home Depot, Lowes, and three florists. We finally settled for a large elephant ear plant and took it to my studio.
When I showed her the 8x10 glosses I’d printed of her, she was amazed.
“Wow! You’re good!”
"Well, those are pictures you, Robin. You're the good one."
She just smiled and said, “Thanks.”
“I took some good ones today too. I’ll print those tonight and let you see them. Then we should plan to shoot some of you here with the plant.”
“Okay. I think this is going to be fun.
“Well, I’ll put together a nice portfolio and send it some contacts I have in New York and Los Angeles.”
“Gosh! You’ll do all that for me? We’re almost strangers!”
“I don’t think we will be by the time I’m through shooting you.”
She laughed and said, “I’ll never get used to that.”
“Robin. Would you consider having dinner with me tonight?”
“Sure! That would be nice. Besides, if you’re going to shoot me, I can at least have dinner with you.”
“Great! Then why don’t I take you home and I’ll pick you up at seven?”
“Okay. I do need to shower and wash my hair. I must look pretty grungy.”
“No, you don’t. Look at those glossies again.”
“Aww. You’re just so nice,” she said, then kissed me on the cheek. “Can I take these to show my parents?” she said, indicating the glossies.
“Sure! They’ll be impressed.”
“They’ll be impressed with how good a photographer you are.”
“No, they’ll be impressed with how pretty you are.”
Then Robin put her arms around my neck and said, “Compliments like that could get you more than you might be prepared for.” Then she gave me a nice, but brief kiss on the lips.
I had slipped my arms around her tiny waist, so I pulled her against me and said, “And a kiss like that could start something that might be hard to stop.”
“I certainly wouldn’t stop it.” Then we shared a very French kiss.
After a while, Robin whispered, “I’d let you take me to bed if I didn’t feel so grungy.
“Then I’ll take you home so you can shower.”
“Okay,” she whispered and we kissed again.
I know she must have felt the boner that was bulging in my shorts because her leg was rubbing against it. I was beginning to think that I just might be taking Robin to bed tonight.
- - - - -
When I picked Robin up, she was wearing a white blouse that looked sexy the way it hung on her, and her hair looked so gorgeous that I wanted to grab a handful of it. She looked yummy and I told her so.
“Yummy huh? No one’s ever called me that before,” she said, then gave me a quick kiss.
“Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve ever called a girl yummy before.”
When we got in the car, Robin scooted over close to me and asked, “So, what does yummy look like?”
“Oh, I don’t know. It’s just an undefinable quality that a girl can have. If I had to define it, I would say that a girl who looks yummy, looks so good that a guy wants to hold her all night.”
“Really! And does he want to make love to her?”
“Oh, he definitely does.”
“Okay then. You’ll be making love to me tonight.”
My cock perked right up at that as I put my arm around her and said, “That will be so nice, Robin. I’ll show you what yummy means to me.”
“Mmm. Can’t wait,” she whispered, then kissed me.
“We’d better go before your parents notice that we’re still sitting in the driveway.”
“Oh, right.”
- - - - -
There was so much sexual tension between us during dinner that the people at the adjacent tables could probably feel it.
We looked into each other's eyes for almost an hour and hardly talked. But I did find out that Robin was eighteen and that she planned to wait a while before going to college. She'd been accepted into Harvard and Princeton.
“Wow! Those schools are hard to get in to!”
“Yeah, I guess. But good grades have never been a problem for me. I have an IQ of one-sixty.”
“Oh my god, Robin! That’s wonderful! So, you’re smart and gorgeous!”
“Oh, stop. I’m not gorgeous.”
“I think you are. Anyway, what do you want to study in school?”
“I want to be a lawyer like my dad. He said I’ll be a good one because I like to argue.”
“Ha. You like to argue?”
“I do with him. Like tonight, he said he wanted me to be home at eleven and I argued for one and won.”
“I see!”
- - - - -
After dinner, we went to my house where the studio is in the basement. I shot several dozen pictures of Robin with the elephant ear plant, then I let her help me print them.
“Oh! This is fun!” she said with her arm through mine. “I love modeling for you.” Then she kissed me.
“Hey! This part is critical,” I said, referring to the developing 8x10 photos.
“Sorry. I’m just eager to go to bed with you.”
“Me too,” I said as I pulled up the first finished picture.
“Wow! That’s a good one!” Robin said.
“You are a natural, sweetie,” I said and kissed her.
“You really think so?”
“I do. I could tell the other night at the party.”
“Yeah. I remember you saying that.”
- - - - -
After I finished the prints and hung them up to dry, we went upstairs to the bedroom.
“I’ve never been to bed with a guy on the first date. But you are so different than the guys I’ve known,” Robin said as she slipped her arms around my neck.
“It’s the same for me.”
“Actually, I’ve only had sex with one guy. He was my boyfriend for about three months before I gave in.”
“Are you two still seeing each other?”
“No. He turned out to be a jerk and dumped me after taking my virginity. I should have known better.”
“Hey. Forget him. You’re here with me now and I will not dump you after sleeping with you.”
“I know,” she whispered, then we kissed passionately.
As I held Robin’s body in my arms, I knew that she was going to be good in bed. She probably weighed around a hundred and ten pounds; kissed like it was her last chance to do so; and started to moan and hump against my leg.
“Bill, I love to give head. Can I start with that?”
“Did you read my mind?”
She just smiled as she knelt down and took my slacks down. Then when she pulled my nine-inch hard-on from my boxer shorts, she moaned, stroked it a few times in her little hand, then licked up the pre-cum that was oozing out as she stroked.
When she put it in her mouth, I took her head in both hands, made two fists with her soft hair, and tried to pull her face to my stomach. My hormones were in control, so to expect Robin to do to a deep throat was asking too much.
“Agg!” she gagged as about seven inches went in. “Sorry. My boyfriend wasn’t this big, but I want to take it all. Let me keep trying.”
“There’s no rush, sweetie,” I said as she took my cock back into her mouth, took a deep breath, and pushed it all the way down.
“Agg! Agg!” she gagged but kept my cock in her throat for a wonderful ten seconds as I flexed my sphincter to simulate shooting in off.
I moved my hands to the back of her head to help me grind her face into my stomach. Robin’s throat felt so tight and virgin that I could had cum if she hadn’t come up for air.
“Oh, Robin! You are so good!”
“That was my first deep throat.”
“You could have fooled me,” I said as I ran my fingers through her long hair to smooth out the tangles I’d made in it.
“Does it feel good when a girl does that?”
“It’s impossible to describe how good it feels.”
“I want to make you cum.”
“Why don’t we get on the bed and have sixty-nine?”
“I’ve never done that before, but I hear that it’s good.”
“It is. We can stimulate each other,” I said as I had her lay down on the bed. Then I positioned myself over her, spread her legs, and pushed my tongue into her wet folds.
Robin and already taken my cock deep into her mouth and moaned when she felt it. My tongue on her clit got her going. She started to thrust my cock to the back of her throat, trying to make me cum.
I pressed my tongue hard against her clit and rubbed it…and that did it. Robin had an orgasm ravish her body for so long that I stopped tonguing her, thinking that if I didn’t, she’d cum continuously.
At the height of her orgasm, she pushed my cock down her throat and I shoot off.
“Cusks!” she coughed on the first hard spurt, but not the rest. She just relaxed and let my cock jerk and spurt in her throat until my balls were drained.
She was struggling to catch her breath, so I rolled off, turned around, and held her until she could breathe normally.
“Oh, Bill. That was so wonderful…and amazing! I love that position.”
“Me too.”
“And I couldn’t believe it when you started to cum in my throat. I’d always thought that a girl would choke if a guy did that. But I didn’t. it was erotic to feel your warm cum going own my chest. I can still feel it in my stomach.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. And I love it.”
We laid there and almost went to sleep. We’d both had hard and long orgasms and they’d worn us out.
“Bill. I wish we could spend the night together with me in your arms.”
“I was just thinking how nice that would be.”
“My dad would never let me stay out all night.”
“If you were my daughter, I wouldn’t either.”
- - - - -
The next night I had Robin wear a white strapless dress and made a wonderful shot that turned out to be our favorite. Her hair looked gorgeous; her eye makeup was sexy, and her red lipstick was perfect. Robin had a future as a model.
“Oh, sweetheart! I love it. You really know how to pose me to get the best pictures!”
“Well, I can’t take all the credit. YOU are the model in this photo.”
Then Robin put her arms around my neck, looked at me with tears in her eyes, and said, "I love you, Bill."
“I love you too, Robin. It’s been so fast though.”
“I know.”
“Make love to me, Bill. I want you so much.”
Just hearing Robin say that made my cock start to grow. So, as we kissed, I rolled between her legs and easily pushed all the way into her as she wrapped her legs around me.
“Oh, sweetheart. You feel so good!” Robin whispered in my ear.
We made love slowly for almost thirty minutes. Robin had three nice orgasms that made her groan and her body shiver.
I held out as long as I could, then shot off and filled her with cum.
“Mmm. I feel you cumming,” she whispered as she thrust on my cock to milk it. Her body knew how to squeeze my cock with every spurt to guarantee that it got every drop of cum.
When I finished, I rolled over and took Robin on top of me. We both we satisfied, exhausted, and in love. And we went right to sleep.
- - - - -
We were rudely awakened by Robin’s cell phone. She dragged herself out of bed and looked at the clock on her phone before answering it.
“Oh shit!”
"Hi, daddy."
“I know. We went to sleep watching a long movie.”
“I know, daddy. I know!”
“I’ll be right home.”
“We’re in trouble. You have to get dressed and take me home.”
- - - - -
The next day I got a call from Robin.
“I told daddy that we were in love, but he said we hadn’t known each other long enough to be in love. So, I’m in the dog house.”
“Damn. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have let us go to sleep. It would have been so easy to set an alarm on my phone.”
“No. We both are at fault. I love you so much and was so happy after we made love that I just wanted to go to sleep in your arms.”
“And I felt the same way.”
- - - - -
Two weeks later, Robin moved in with me. She told her parents that she was eighteen years old and could do whatever she wanted.
We eloped a week later and took a week-long Caribbean cruise for our honeymoon. Her parents were upset that we’d eloped, but gave us their blessings.
Robin became a highly-paid fashion model and made the cover of Sports Illustrated a year later. She says that her career as a model won’t last long and still plans to go to Harvard and become a defense attorney and I’m sure she’ll be a good one.
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