I’ll do anything for him Part 01

I’ll do anything for him

by Vanessa Evans

Part 01

I’m Grace. I was 18 years old, slim (skinny actually), 161 cm tall, 30A chest with light brown hair when it all started. I lived on my own in a little bedsit and I worked as an office junior. My life was, for want of a better word, crap. You see I grew up in a children’s home and when I reached 18 I had to leave. The only good things being that they found a miserable bedsit for me and fixed me up with the office job that only just paid me enough to pay the rent and buy a little food.

My only just existence went on for a few months until I met this guy at work. He kept coming to talk to me for no apparent reason. It took one of the young women in the office telling me that Jack fancied me for me to even think about it and I couldn’t see why. With my skinny body, tiny tits and old unfashionable clothes I just couldn’t see what he saw in me.

After a couple of months of the near daily visits, Jack asked me if I’d like to go out for a drink with him.

“Me! Why on earth would you want to take me for a drink?” I asked. “You’re a manager, about 10 years older than me and I’m nothing but an uneducated office junior.“

“Grace, age and office status means nothing to me, what I’m looking at is a beautiful young lady who is pleasure to talk to. I don’t care about anything else.”

“But I’ve got nothing to wear for going out, all the clothes that I have are what I wear for work.”

“Grace. I don’t care what you wear, you could come out with me totally naked and it wouldn’t matter, it’s your company that I’m after.”

“Well I’m not going out naked that’s for sure.”

“That wasn’t a good way of putting it although I think I’d love it if you did. What I was trying to say was it doesn’t matter what you wear, it’s your company that I’m looking for not what you are wearing. I’d be happy with you wearing old, tatty jeans and a grease covered sweatshirt.”

“Well okay then, but don’t expect a raving beauty in a low cut dress.”

“I won’t.”

We fixed the time and place then got on with our work.

I met Jack at the Red Lion and I have to say that I was very nervous. It was my first ever date and the butterflies were quite active. Also, I had never been into a pub before and it was a bit of a surprise.

I have to say that I had a very nice evening. After a couple of drinks Jack took me for a very nice meal before talking me home. I wanted to invite him in for coffee but 2 things stopped me, firstly I didn’t have any coffee and secondly I was ashamed of my little hovel.

I didn’t say that, I didn’t say anything but I did let Jack kiss me then I kissed him back. Jack didn’t push me for any more even though I wanted him to. I was so happy that I would have given him my virginity that night.

I felt guilty for not inviting Jack into my hovel and that bugged me until I went to sleep and again in the morning. I wanted to phone Jack and apologise to him but even if I knew his number I couldn’t phone him because I didn’t have a phone.

I was still thinking about Jack later that morning when there was a knock on my door. That never happened and I was so surprised that I didn’t even think about putting some clothes on, I was still wearing what I slept in, just a short T-shirt and my knickers.

I opened the door and froze with my mouth hanging open.

After a few seconds I managed to say,

“Jack, what are you doing here?”

Then I remembered what I was wearing.

“Oh my gawd, you can’t see me like this.” and I tried to close the door.

It wouldn’t shut because Jack had put his foot in the way.

“Jack, you can’t see me like this, I haven’t even cleaned my teeth yet.”

But Jack eased the door open and as he gently pushed the door I admitted defeat and let the door open.

“Jack, please.”

“Grace, I’ve told you this, I don’t care what you are wearing or not wearing, it’s you I’ve come to see. I wanted to know if you were okay after last night.”

By then I’d sat on the side of my unmade bed and Jack had sat beside me. He took hold of one of my hands and asked me if I was okay.

“No I’m not, I’m ashamed that I’m not dressed and that you are here in my little hovel, look at it, it’s a dump, and please don’t ask to go to the toilet, it’s horrible in there.”

“Right Grace, pack your bags, you’re coming with me.”

“What, where?”

“To my house. I live on my own and I have a spare bedroom, you can rent that from me.”

“I can’t do that, I hardly know you.”

“Grace, if you were looking for a room to rent you’d go to check-out places where you didn’t even know the owners and you’d make a snap decision about renting the room even though you’d only met the landlord once and only said a few word to him. You know me and I think that you know that you would be safe with me, and besides, if you want we can write up a formal rental agreement that will protect your legal rights.”

“It’s not that, I trust you and I know that I would be safe with you, it’s just that I don’t understand why you would do this for me.”

“Grace, I’d like to think that you class me as a friend as I do with you and as such I can’t see you living in a place like this. I would feel horrible if I walked out leaving you here. Please say that you’ll come with me.”

I thought for a few seconds, I liked Jack and I did trust him. I still didn’t understand why he was being so kind to me but I made a decision.

“Okay Jack, I’ll come with you.”

“Phew Grace, for a minute I thought that you were going to say no. Good, pack your bags and let’s go.”

“I haven’t got much, it will only take a couple of minutes.”

“Leave it all Grace, come like you are, I’ll buy you everything that you need.”

“That’s not right, I can’t let you do that, besides, I can’t come with you like I am, I’m only wearing this T-shirt and my knickers.”

“Take them off and leave them as well.”

“Are you trying to get into my knickers Jack?”

“I won’t be able to if you take them off and leave them here.”

I got hold of the hem of my T-shirt and pulled it up as if I was going to take it off but I stopped with it just below my little tits. I paused for a couple of seconds then let go of it.

“You nearly had me there Jack, I’m going to put a skirt and my shoes on.”

Jack watched me as I got up and went to get my clothes, but on impulse I turned, bent over and kissed him, just a quick one then I moved my head back a little as I stared into his eyes to see if we were going to kiss again.

“You’re not wearing bra Grace, I can see your tits, that T-shirt is nice and baggy.”

“Well you were bound to see them sometime, sorry that they aren’t very big.”

“Hey, don’t apologise Grace, I like small breasts and you should be proud of them.”

I reached forward and kissed Jack again, this time it was a long, French kiss and Jack pulled me down on top of him, his hands going onto my waist which by then wasn’t covered by the T-shirt. His hands were on my bare flesh and it felt nice.

When we finally broke the kiss Jack said,

“That was nice, but can we continue this at my place?”

“I’d like that.”

Two minutes later I had put my skirt and shoes on, put a blouse and another skirt in my bag and was ready to leave. Jack took my hand and said,

“Got everything that you don’t want to leave?” Any important documents or papers?”

“Got them.”

“Leave your keys on the table and say goodbye to the place.”

I smiled took one last look around the place and Jack led me out and down to his car.

“We’ll go shopping tomorrow and get you some new clothes Grace.” Jack said as we drove.”

“I’ll pay you back when I get paid.”

“We’ll see about that later, for now lets concentrate of getting you some clothes for work.