A thank you gift

Frank woke with a plan. He quickly showered and dressed, then drove to an Italian bakery he had discovered a few days before, having them fill a box with a bunch of pastries. At home he washed the plate that Jane had brought the cookies on, then loaded it with the pastries, liberally sprinkling them with the **** before covering it with plastic wrap. Smiling, he carried the plate out the door, heading down the street to the Meadows house and rang the bell.

There was no answer and after a minute he rang again. After another minute he was about to turn away when the door burst open and a tousled looking blonde appeared, wearing a loose t-shirt and knee socks.

"Sorry, I was upstairs," she said with a curious smile. "What can I do for you?"

"I'm Frank Castillo, just moved in up the street. Jane dropped some homemade cookies by yesterday for a housewarming gift and I'm returning the plate. And some Italian pastries. Thanks very much for the cookies."

When he said his name Frank noticed the girl's expression become puzzled, almost wary before she regained her composure.

"Oh hey, great. I'm Nicole, Jane's sister. I didn't have anything to do with the cookies, that was Mom and Jane, but I'll thank them for you. Those look great! Do you want to come in for a minute? I can put on some coffee or tea?"

"That would be great," Frank smiled as he stepped into the house and followed Nicole to the kitchen, watching the sway of her body under the shirt.

"Mom and Jane aren't home. Mom's at her fitness class and I don't know where Jane is." She busied herself making tea and put out two plates. "So do you have a son that lives with you?"

"No," Frank frowned. "Why do you ask?"

"Oh..." Nicole laughed nervously, brushing some loose hair away from her face. "Just something Jane said. She's such a little liar."

"Try one of the pastries," Frank said, putting one on a plate and handing it to her. "What did she say?"

"Oh...It's stupid...nothing important. She was obviously lying," Nicole took a bite of the pastry and her eyes widened with surprised pleasure. "These are delicious! Thank you very much Mr. Castillo!"

"My pleasure," he smile. "So Jane was lying about me? Or something to do with me?"

"Oh...I'm sorry I said anything...it really is stupid." She took another bite of pastry. "We had a fight last night...Jane and I...sisters you know? And I said something...rude...I called her a stupid little virgin...And she got all mad...said she wasn't a virgin...that she'd lost her virginity to...um...to Mr. Castillo..." She blushed and Frank watched her, waiting for her to continue. She took another bite of pastry, finishing it off and absently reached for another and took a bite. "These are really good! Anyway, when you came to the door and introduced yourself I knew it couldn't be you...and that's why I asked about your having a son...and you don't...so Jane was just lying..." She blushed again and took another bite.

"Why couldn't it be me?" Frank asked with a smile.

"Well...because...well no offense Mr. Castillo, but you are...um...."

"An older man?" Frank growled softly noticing that Nicole's nipples had stiffened under the lose shirt.

"Um...yes...Oh my God...I'm an idiot...I shouldn't have said anything...I'm so sorry Mr. Castillo..." she babbled, blushing deeper as she finished the second pastry.

"Don't worry about it," Frank smiled. "It looks like I interrupted you."

"What? Oh you mean how I'm dressed? I was just sorting out my clothes, deciding which to keep and which to give to Goodwill. Some stuff I haven't worn in like...forever... But I like to try things on one last time. The tea's ready...I'll pour you some. Why don't you bring it with you? We can keep talking while I sort. I'm gonna be greedy and take another pastry."

She led the way upstairs, Frank watching the twitch of her rump under the long t-shirt and the glimpse of scanty panties that flashed at him. Her room was like a rummage sale, with clothes dumped in several piles. She gestured him to a seat, then started to pick up articles of clothing as she talked.

"Jane and I don't really get along. To be honest, she's kind of dumb...well you probably noticed that yourself. And she's such a little tight ass, hanging on to her virginity like it's the Holy Grail or something. I guess she decided to pretend when she got mad and you were the first name she thought of. Like I said, she's really dumb. Do you like this?" she asked, holding a sundress against her body for his inspection.

"Very pretty," Frank nodded. "Although from the looks of it and the looks of you, it wouldn't leave much to the imagination."

"Oh, you are a bold one," she laughed. "Maybe you're not so old."

"Maybe not," he nodded. "What if I told you that Jane wasn't lying?"

"What?" Nicole stopped and looked at Frank, her face a blend of excited curiosity and doubt. "You're saying that you fucked Little Miss Tight Ass, popped her cherry?"

"I'm saying that," Frank replied, noticing that Nicole's skin was flushed and her nipples seemed to have stiffened further.

"You are kind of hot," the girl murmured.

"For an older guy," Frank added.

"For any guy. I like older men. I...um I had a fling with one of my professors last semester. He was forty something, almost fifty. He was lots of fun..."

"Taught you a few things, did he?"

"Mmmm….he did...he liked me to strip for him...tease him..." She blushed deeply, her breathing thickening. "Would you like me to show you Mr. Castillo?