("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._
                     `6_ 6  )   `-.  (     ).`-.__.`)
                     (_Y_.)'  ._   )  `._ `. ``-..-'
                    _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,'
                   ((('   (((-(((''  ((((
               K R I S T E N' S    C O L L E C T I O N
	      _________________________________________
		             WARNING!
	      This text file contains sexually explicit
	      material. If you do not wish to read this
	      type of literature, or you are under age,
	      PLEASE CLOSE THIS FILE NOW!!!!
	      _________________________________________



     	             Scroll down to view text














--------------------------------------------------------
This work is copyrighted to the author © 2004.  Please
don't remove the author information or make any changes
to this story.  You may post freely to non-commercial
"free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites.
Thank you for your consideration.
--------------------------------------------------------

Matchmaker
by Dan Perducci (danperducci@yahoo.co.uk)

***

A bachelor is invited over by the neighborhood 
matchmaker. Who says that liberal arts majors get 
nowhere? (M/f-teen, ped, rom)

***

I was having a coffee with my neighbors the Brundels. 
Mrs. Brundel wanted to play-matchmaker for any single 
guy who had a pulse. It only surprised me that she did 
not set her sights on me until she invited me over.

She was not quite direct at first. She probably assumed 
that I was gay or something because I was a single guy 
who lived alone in a suburban home.

I offered her my copy of Fellini's '8 1/2' one evening 
when we were talking in my yard. She asked me why I had 
such an interest in foreign film. 

"I attended university and majored in communications. I 
took a few filmmaking classes and enjoyed the stuff we 
watched," I told her.

I was returning from work when she knocked on my front 
door. She asked if I would like to visit with them. It 
was such a last minute request but I accepted. What 
else was I going to do? I was going to reheat leftovers 
from the night before anyways...

I washed up and trekked over to their house. I took 
care to pick up a bottle of White Zinfandel before I 
left and put on a dash of my favorite cologne - Cool 
Water.

"Hi. Thanks for having me over," I said when I arrived.

"No problem. We like to have a nice dinner conversation 
every now and then," said Mr. Brundel as he accepted my 
bottle of wine.

"Do you need any help in the kitchen?" I asked Mrs. 
Brundel. 

No wonder they questioned my sexuality. Does any red-
blooded American man ask to help around the kitchen?

Mrs. Brundel assured me that everything was under 
control in the kitchen. She offered me a cocktail. 

"Do you have gin?" I asked.

She disappeared for a moment and returned with a glass 
for me. I sipped on it and talked to Mr. Brundel for a 
moment about keeping up our yards.

The watering restrictions in our town were the issue du 
jour in our area. Word got out around the locals that 
the county commission was offering a $50 reward for 
people who would snitch on people who were 'misusing' 
water.

"We have quite a few people who break out the 
sprinklers at the wrong time," I said, "imagine how 
much money we could make with anonymous tips"

"God forbid that any of them find out who's getting 
nice checks from the county," Mr. Brundel said.

Mrs. Brundel called out to her husband from the 
kitchen.

"Art, do you need to freshen up your drink?"

"No, babe. I'm still finishing my glass."

I paused and then cut to the chase.

"What plans does Vera have for me?" I asked in snidely.

"You'll have to ask the boss," he said, "I just work 
here."

I stirred at my drink with my index finger and pondered 
what kind of woman that Vera had in mind for me.

I was not a big fan of blind dates because it always 
meant that I had to try to please the people who were 
doing the fixing up.

Awkwardness aside, I appreciated the efforts that 
matchmakers made for me. If a first date did not work, 
I always tried to have a graceful exit plan.

We men folk covered the waterfront of small talk 
conversation until Vera announced time for supper.

She set out a nice meal on a white linen tablecloth. It 
was set for five. I assumed that my date may be on the 
way but I dare not ask. 

We sat down and ate some salad when the front door 
opened. Their daughter Emily was returning from work. 
She was in high school and worked part time a clerk for 
the grocery store. Because she was on an job training 
program, she spent half her school day at work.

"Hi Mom," she said, pecking her mom on the cheek and 
kissing her dad. She was still in her uniform and ran 
upstairs to her room to change.

Our attention turned back to our meal and the wife's 
intentions. Vera, a lawyer, began the hard sell for me.

"There's a paralegal who I think you might like. Her 
name is Denise and she is from New Jersey. I told her 
all about you and thought that you might like to meet 
her one day," Vera asked.

I took a sip of water and expressed enough interest to 
keep Vera talking about Denise.

I wondered whether I was going to have to sign on the 
dotted line at any point in the evening.

Art was silent. He obviously heard his wife going over 
the same bit with their other single male friends.

I gave my consent to Vera to pass on my phone number to 
Denise. It looked like I made Vera's day as if she won 
a case in court or something.

Emily pulled up to the table across from me. She was 
wearing a hot pink tank top and low-slung blue jeans. 

"Another victim, mom?" she asked.

Vera laughed nervously.

"Never mind Emily, Todd." she told me, "She knows that 
mommy is a very successful matchmaker!"

"No pressure." Art said with a tinge of sarcasm.

Emily rolled her eyes and began her salad.

"Did you get the part in the upcoming play?" asked Art.

"Yes, I am going to be Laura in the Glass Menagerie."

"Good for you," he said.

"That is one of my favorite stories," I confessed, "Tom 
was my favorite character."

"You should see the play then," Vera teased, "Aren't 
you a frustrated filmmaker?"

"You're right, there aren't many chances for me to win 
an Oscar at Bank of America."

We had a pleasant meal. He had Chicken Marsala and had 
the wine that I brought to the house.

After our dessert of pineapple upside-down cake, we 
moved to the mini-bar that was in the den of the house. 
Vera and Emily were cleaning up in the kitchen while 
Art and I were making our predictions for the upcoming 
town council elections.

"I think that House will beat Kerrigan because he is 
promising so much to our district," I said.

Art concurred and repaired away to the bathroom.

Emily approached me with a cup of coffee. As I was 
perched on my barstool, she positioned herself at my 
knee. Her crotch was resting squarely on my kneecap. I 
began to tingle at the feel of her softness.

"Mom didn't know if you wanted to have some coffee or 
not," she said to me.

I accepted the coffee with a sublime smile.

She stood there and waited for a minute. She knew that 
her pussy was practically rubbing against me.

"Could you get me some cream and sugar?" I asked. It 
was too much for me to bear the feeling of a sixteen-
year-old girl so close to me.

"You have on a ring," she said.

How observant was the young Miss Brundel. I wore the 
ring for cynical reasons. I knew that women were turned 
on by the sight of a married man. It amused me that 
even Vera did not notice my faux wedding band.

Emily grabbed my hand and stationed it between herself 
and my knee as if she was admiring my jewelry.

Her father was upstairs and taking his time in the 
toilet. It was his time to take a 'number two.' She 
took her time also marveling at my gold and feeling my 
hand gently against her sex.

Vera was running water in the sink and could be heard 
washing the dishes. This was Emily's time to take 
advantage of me.

She breathily whispered to me that she was thrilled to 
be in the upcoming play in such a vital role. She was 
very nonchalant about the fact that I was now actively 
rubbing the zipper on the front of her jeans.

Emily bit her lip and then kissed me on the lips. Her 
sweet mouth lingered on me. Her eyes were closed and 
she seemed to relish her subtle seduction.

"Emily, does Mr. Hayden want anything for his coffee?" 
Vera shouted above the din of her work.

Emily snapped out of her trance and responded.

"I'll be there in a second," she shouted. 

Emily's attention came back to me. I was flushed with a 
mysterious joy from this girl. 

"How old are you?" she asked me.

I chewed on my lip and hoped that my real age would not 
turn her off.

"Twenty-five."

She coyly looked upward as if to calculate our age 
difference. She seemed to hesitate like she was trying 
to figure out our state's statutory laws.

"Mom! Mr. Hayden is helping me with my play rehearsal 
tonight," Emily announced.

"Wonderful!" her mother chimed in from the other room.

Emily went to get my sugar and cream. That was funny 
because I almost ejected some of my own cream into my 
pants.

Art came back into the room and apologized for taking 
so long. I told him not to worry because I was giving 
his daughter some acting tips.

"Perhaps you could save us the expense of the acting 
coach she has!"

"I'm a lot cheaper. That's for sure!"

It was going on nine o'clock and I was ready to begin 
our first session already.

Emily brought me my cream and sugar. Within a few 
minutes, I finished my coffee and went into the sun 
room with Emily.

Art went into the den to relax in front of the 
television. That did not last long because he was soon 
telling us that he was ready to go upstairs to bed.

Vera must have been washing every dish in the house 
because she continued her work.

Emily was making a conscious effort to keep up some 
kind of cover as she straddled my lap.

"I don't have my script yet but would like some advice 
from you."

"Well, remember to project when you are on the stage," 
I said, my lap becoming very hot from her body.

I felt like a dime store pony because Emily's body rode 
up and down on me.

"What plays were you in?" she asked as I put my hand 
inside of her jeans.

"I was once in Alice and Wonderland when I was in high 
school," I said, "I played the part of the Mad Hatter. 
It was for a community playhouse." 

Sweat appeared on my brow and on my horny hands. She 
leaned forward and nibbled on my ear some.

Footsteps sounded coming from the kitchen to the sun 
room. Emily ejected herself from my lap and began to 
rearrange chairs in the room.

"It's time for me to head home," I said. 

I looked at Emily's tank top with no bra. Her nipples 
were very hard and she tried hard to face away from her 
mom.

I looked at Vera. She had a dish in her hand for me to 
take home.

"Take this for lunch tomorrow," she said, "I'll send 
Emily over to pick it up in the evening. It will be a 
great chance for you to help her bone up for her play."

"Delighted," I said.

To make a long story short. We read our lines the 
following night.

Emily was a great lay and no amateur. She pinned me 
down on my living room floor and from then on we had 
regular rehearsal sessions. They were free of charge 
because it was worth the trip in my opinion.

I attended her play the following month and her 
performance was flawless like it was on my living room 
floor.

Denise? We had dinner a couple of times but I didn't 
get anywhere with her for one reason or another.

At any rate, Vera Brundel was a matchmaker who made me 
a very happy man.

END

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison system.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
Kristen's collection - Directory 32