The Exchange Student – Preview
Meeting Hailey
I don’t know how I get myself into these situations, I start out with the best of intentions but they always turn on me in the end, and the exchange student fiasco was no exception to this rule.
Now, when I signed up to host an exchange student I was expecting a geeky teenage boy, or maybe an awkward chubby girl going through her awkward phase. Not… her.
Now don’t get me wrong, there is absolutely nothing actually wrong with her, in fact, I would say that her perfection is the problem. Hailey is… well, perfect. Unlike so many of the girls I see around town, gangly clumsy teens still growing into their bodies, Hailey might as well star in a documentary about the best case outcomes for puberty! Built like a pornstar, she had been blessed with full luscious breasts that, through some combination of youth and possible gravity-defying magic, managed to stay perky and full despite their size. So often with an ample bust, there tends to be a… certain amount of padding on the abdomen, not that this is a bad thing. Hailey, however, managed to maintain an absolutely tiny waist whose toned curves boasted not an ounce of fat, and she maintained it through daily exercise and a winning ticket in the genetic lottery. As if that was not enough, her sleek flat stomach gave way to wide hips and an ass that just screamed: “bite me”.
That she was lust incarnate was bad enough, I would have been safe with a beautiful girl, hell a goddess, if only she had been underage. After all, I signed up through a high school, and I expected to be getting a high school student! Someone preferably around the age of 16. Never in my darkest nightmares, but maybe in my fantasies, had I expected that they would send me her, a 19-year-old nympho.
In retrospect, I think her parents may have funded her term abroad so they could get her out of their hair and keep her from becoming a mother at an early age. Because god knows, she was a handful, and I mean that in more ways than one…
Hailey was and is still in fact, absolutely insane. Not the “eat your face and wear your skin” kind of crazy, I mean crazy in the most complimentary of ways. Most exchange students are studying abroad in order to, well, study. To be students and maybe learn about the local culture, but not Hailey. From the first night she was with us she was out on the town. It was not uncommon, as we came to find out, that she would be out all night and come home as the sun was starting to climb in the sky. Even worse was the time she brought home a guy, we put a stop to that after the first time it happened. While I had enjoyed listening to the sound of her pussy getting slammed by some stud through the paper thin walls that separated our bedrooms, her voice raised in ecstasy, my wife was less amused with the sound of our 16-year-old daughter’s bed pounding against the wall. I was just thankful at the time that she had been so distracted going to break up the fuck fest that she had not noticed I was stroking my cock under the blankets.
Now, of course, at the start I tried to be a good host, doing my very best to keep my eyes on her face, on the floor, or anywhere but on the wide expanse of flesh that she insisted on exposing every chance she had. Though, if we are being honest, I would likely show off my breasts if they looked as good as hers.
While I was trying to be a good host and a good husband I think that my efforts and politeness may actually have been the source of my downfall. In the long hours of the night, long after she had gone I gave a great deal of thought to how I had gotten to where I was, and I came to a conclusion. Hailey was used to it, she was used to being desired to being lusted after. Being around someone who should by all rights want to jump her bones and having them not spare a single glance at her body, well that must have been something of a foreign concept to her, maybe even a first. I could say that I wished that she had just taken the hint and left me alone, but she took it as a challenge, and the scent of her hair will haunt me until my dying breath…
Esculation
As is so often the case, things did not start out the way that they ended. When I started to become aware that she was escalating her behavior, trying to get a rise out of me (pun intended) it was little things. At first, it was behaviors like leaning over in front of me as often as she was able, frequently at times when it was not even necessary. Then she started to hang around me more, contriving reasons why we should be in the same room, such as needing an explanation of local customs when just earlier she had shown comfort with the same customs.
When her first round of tactics failed she continued her escalation, wearing ever more revealing clothing to the point that she might as well have left her body, her awe-inspiring body, bare for all the modesty her outfits afforded her. Of course with the change in wardrobe came the chances for exposure, and she would find every excuse to flash herself at me arranging for glimpses of her exposed anatomy.
Unfortunately for everyone involved, I was not the only one to notice this escalation of behavior. Although for reasons known only to her my wife said nothing I could tell that she knew what was going on. Her formerly sunny and cheerful personality turning cold and distant even to me, insult to injury when I was just trying to do the right thing.
Even then I might have been ok if my marriage had been sexually fulfilling, but the word “fulfilling” had not been applicable since our daughter was conceived, it seemed as though my wife had decided that with the birth of our daughter she had done her duty and no longer needed sex. Where before we were quite active (in many senses of the word) our sex life had dropped to just around holidays and stayed that way for the last 16 years.
Now I know this sounds like I am shifting the blame, but believe me I know that what happened was wrong, it’s just that when Hailey moved into our house for the summer it had already been a solid 6 months since the last time my wife had fucked me. We had gotten into something of a twice a year plan, once for Christmas and once for my birthday… not what most red blooded males would call an ideal arrangement.
In fact, far from being ideal, it was a contributing factor to my downfall. Those little glimpses or her “accidentally” rubbing up against me as we passed in the hall started to mess with my head, she started filling my dreams. While my wife would lay next to me snoring softly, I would lay next to her as silently as I could while stroking my cock. At first, I tried to focus on my wife, whose body I did, and still do, find incredibly appealing. But, slowly at first, my thoughts would drift from my loving wife. Bit by bit it would take over until thinking of the girl in the next room and trying to imagine what her tender young cunt would feel like wrapped around my cock. Over time the images got stronger and my resistance got weaker. In the beginning, I only pictured her nude, maybe just coming out of the shower her luscious curves dripping with water, but over time the fantasies got more complex. Without knowing how it got to that point I was stroking my cock every night thinking of her, my mind filled with images of her bare teenage flesh exposed to my touch, of her long graceful legs parting before me as she eagerly begged me to fuck her.
As you might imagine this pattern of escalation could not continue forever before long something had to give. Day by day my willpower dropped until when my end came, instead of fighting my fate I welcomed it with open arms.