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It's Fun to be Young! (Ryanmo97 x Fluffy Snow Cloud)

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Ryan Morris
Age: 35
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 195 lbs.

The diner had been in Ryan's family forever. He was the latest member of his family to own it. It was just a nice quite little place. It wasn't anything fancy. But, they still did good business. It was a pretty typical Saturday night. Ryan just finished up doing some paperwork in his office. He got himself a cup of coffee and looked over to see who was in the diner that night. There were people in just about every other booth and there were a few people sitting at the counter. But, something was off... There was a 15 year old girl, sitting by herself in one of the booths, drinking a cup of coffee. It was kind of late at night for a girl her age to be out alone. He wondered if she was a runaway. Ryan walked over to her and asked, "Hi there... Are you lost, sweetheart?"
 
Cynthia Utada
Age: 24
Height: 5' 4"
Weight: 110 lbs.

Cynthia was having a stressed day so far and she thought that a cup of coffee would be a good way to give herself some comfort. Work didn't start off so well, she was let go due to not making their work standard. After coming home early from work, Cynthia found her boyfriend with another woman in their home and he sat down and talked with her that he didn't like having a relationship let alone a sexual one due to the fact that she looked younger than she was. He felt like people thoughg he was a pedophile when they went out in public.
So when this gentleman approached Cynthia, she became rather confused as to what he meant, "No, why would you think I'm lost?" She asked and then took a sip of her coffee.
 
Ryan looked at the girl and said, "Well, it's almost 10 at night... and you're out on your own. No 15 year old girl should be out on her own so late at night... Who knows what could happen to you out there? Why don't you give me your parents' number and I'll call them and let them know you are here?" He smiled.
 
Cynthia clenched her jaw, someone else who thought she was a little girl, "Sir," She started, "I can assure you I am not 15 years old." She gave a heavy sigh and pulled out her driver's license to show him her actual age. "I'm actually 24," she took a drink of her coffee again, rather irritated that this gentleman thought she was a child as well, "Why does everyone think I'm a child?" Cynthia asked more to herself than to him.
 
Ryan took the ID. It was a real driver's license. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to offend you. Look, this is my diner.... If your hungry, you can have a meal on the house." He handed her a menu. He was truly sorry. From her last comment it sound like she had a lot of trouble with people thinking she was 15. He hoped the free meal would be a good gesture.
 
Cynthia shrugged, "No it's fine you don't have to do that," she said and took another drink of her coffee. She didn't want him to give her a free meal just because he accidentally mistook her age. "I do appreciate the offer though." She told him honestly, she cooled off a little bit from her first feeling of anger at the older gentleman.
 
Ryan smiled and sat down. "I'm glad you're not upset with me... From the way you acted it sounds like you have a lot of trouble convincing people how old you really are," He took a sip of coffee, "There are women out in California who would kill to have your problem."
 
"It's not as nice as they would hope it would be." Cynthia gazed down into her cup of coffee, it was about half empty, she looked back at the reflection in the liquid. "But I shouldn't be upset with someone who doesn't know what goes on in my life." She said as she looked up to him.
 
Ryan's eye brow raised a little when Cynthia said about him not knowing about what was going on in her life. "Oh?" he said, "Would you like to talk about about it? I know we just met but I'm a pretty good listener... I listen to people's troubles all the time behind that counter over there... I'm almost like a bartender... So what do you say?"
 
"Well, I suppose it would help me get a load off my chest," Cynthia said as she mulled the offer over, "I don't see why we couldn't." She finally stated after taking a sip of her coffee. "Well where would you like me to start?" Cynthia asked him wondering where she would begin, probably the incident with what happened that day.
 
Ryan smiled when Cynthia took him up on his offer. "Start wherever you like." He reached over and took her hand and gave it a comforting squeeze.
 
Cynthia smiled at Ryan as he squeezed her hand, "Well I suppose I should start off with today," she began. Cynthia explained what had happened between her and her now ex-boyfriend and how he felt like a pedophile while being with her. She then explained how numerous of times when she was out people like Ryan would ask her where her parents were. "Pretty much it's been a consistent thing through out my life and it causes me quite a bit of trouble." Cynthia explained to him.
 
Ryan listened to Cynthia's story and said, "Sounds like you need to stop fighting it... If people think you are a teenager you should give up being an adult and go back to being a teenager. You should find a man who will take you in and treat you like his own daughter... Someone like me..." He took a sip of his coffee.
 
Cynthia was taking a rather large drink of her coffee and had almost choked on it at the ludicrous idea he had thrown out there. She forced the liquid down her throat with minimal coughing, "What did you.." She coughed into her sleeve, "Just say?" She finished.
 
Ryan smiled, "I said that you should quit being and adult and move in with me and be my daughter/teenage lover." He took a sip of his coffee. It was crazy to even suggest something like this but he had a thing for young girls but would never act out on it, but with Cynthia she was of age so he couldn't be charged with anything.
 
Cynthia looked at him wondering if this was some kind of joke, she looked around for anyone that had any kind of camera which she found none besides the shop's own cameras. "Are you trying to play some kind of trick on me? Because if you are it isn't funny." She narrowed her eyes at him and crossed her arms in front of her.
 
Ryan shook his head, "Nope. This is 100% on the level. You give up being an adult and move in with me. You'll enroll a local private school as my daughter. So, you'll have to wear a uniform. I know the headmistress and the three of us will be the only ones who will know you are really an adult. You'll dress and act like a typical 15 year old and you'll have normal teenage chores. Plus, you'll also have sex with me a few times a week. What do you say?"
 
Cynthia thought it over, it wasn't exactly what she wanted but it was a solution to the situation. "But we've only just met, how can you be certain you can tolerate me?" She asked him, it was a lot to take in all at once and there seemed to be a lot that could go wrong with it. "What if I don't want sex or if I do I want more than just a few times a week?" She added to her questions, she was honestly considering his offer since it seemed to be her only option.
 
Ryan took a sip of coffee, "Well, sex would be a part of this situation. We can have it as many times a week as you like." He took another sip of coffee. "Tell you what... How about we do a trial weekend. You come over to my house next Friday and you'll stay with me until Sunday. If you enjoy it you can stay... if not you can leave. What do you say?"
 
Cynthia bit her lip softly, she liked the sound of that offer, "Alright," She finally said after thinking over it for a couple minutes, "So would there be anything that you'd want me to bring from my home?" She asked finishing up her coffee, she wasn't sure what she should bring besides clothes and any essentials that she'd need.
 
When Cynthia asked what she should bring he said, "Bring clothes that a teenage girl would wear and any essentials you would need. Also, if your not on birth control you should be because I don't plan on wearing a condom when we have sex." he grabbed a napkin and wrote down his address. "Be there at 5:00 PM Sharp Friday night."
 
Cynthia nodded and looked over the address on the napkin and put it in her pocket, "Okay, so I'll see you then?" She said deciding that maybe this was the end of their conversation. "Oh! Here, I'll give you my number to be able to contact me before then if you'd like." Cynthia then took a napkin and wrote her number down on it and slid it over to him.
 
Ryan smiled and took the napkin... "Okay... I'll see you Friday night." Ryan spent the next week getting his home ready for his house guest. The address that Ryan gave Cynthia was for a pretty normal looking two story house in the suburbs. Ryan was in the living room waiting for her. He looked at his watch and saw it was getting pretty close to 5... If she was late she was going to have to be punished.
 
Cynthia spent her week trying to figure out what sorts of things a teenager nowadays would like or wear and since she was a slight horder with some of her things, mostly clothes, she still had her clothes from when she was in her teens and most still fit since she hadn't grown much since then, maybe around in her chest slightly but nothing major. She was quite the punk kid when she grew up and liked to wear jackets, jeans, and anything dark. So she ended up wearing one of her old black t-shirts that she thought would be a cool idea to splatter bleach on so long ago, a grey zip up jacket, a pair of her more recent skinny jeans and her old black boots. Cynthia wondered if maybe what she was wearing was even at all like a teenager, she ended up putting her hair in low pig tails hopefully to try and make herself look more like a teenager.

Cynthia was prompt with things and didn't like being late to anything at all so she ended up making it to his house rather early but sat in her car waiting for it to be closer to 5, meanwhile she observed the area around his house and the house itself, if she was going to go through with this all the way she would have to get used to this new place. It was 4:49 And she decided now would be a good time to get her things and knock on his door. Which she did, she found herself hovering her fist over his door and her heart pounded, but she forced her anxiety away and knocked on the door and waited for an answer.
 
Ryan smiled when he heard the door opened he smiled when he saw Cynthia. He could see by her style of dress that she was a bit of a punk. That was fine. He wanted her to be a teenager again. Maybe when she went to school she would want to maybe try something different. He would have to see. "Welcome to your new home, Cynthia..." He let her in, "I'm glad you were here on time. I didn't want to have to punish you on your first day. Now, how about the grand tour?"

He showed her all around the house The downstairs consisted of the kitchen, a dining room, a game room with a some consoles and a few classic arcade games, an exercise room, sauna, hot tub, outdoor pool, living room and Ryan's office. The basement was a home theater with a popcorn machine and soda fountain outside.

They returned to the foyer and he lead her upstairs. They reached the top of the stairs and they were in a hallway. There were four rooms with doors wide open. The room at the end of the hall had the door closed. "You may take any of the four rooms with a open door as your bedroom."
 
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