Eve Quest

Chapter 1

My name is, or maybe we better make that was, Andy Moore. Until recently my personal identification was in the name of Jamie Jo Moore and everyone I knew called me Sissy.

My parents died in an automobile accident when I was twenty-four years old leaving me an estate of around $3,000,000.00 and an eighteen percent interest in an insurance company in Nashville, TN. I spent my college years in Nashville and liked the town so I moved there as soon as the estate was settled. I bought an elegant existing home in the Belle Meade area and accepted a do nothing job with the insurance company.

My sex life was pitiful. At six-feet tall and 168 pounds on a slender frame I was no Adonis. I had long blond hair, green eyes and a pale complexion. I didn’t participate in outside activities, like golf or tennis, gravitating instead to upscale bars, indoor sporting events and invitation-only parties.

For millions of reasons some girls were attracted to me, but I was shy and self-conscious around women. I ran with a group of guys that liked to drink and party, but none of them were real lady-killers either.

My friend Luke and I were at the Tennessee Bar late one evening when a short blond beauty came drifting in. She was with two other gals, also knockouts. They drank, played the shuffleboard and danced together to some Latin jukebox music.

An hour or so after they arrived the blond walked over to where I was seated. She wore a sheer pale blue blouse leaving her navy blue camisole clearly visible. Her nipples were prominent. Her breasts shimmied as she walked.

Standing very close to me she asked, “Do you dance?”

“No, Ma’am.” I stammered out. Her face was thin, Scandinavian. Her eyes were as blue as a summer sky. She wore little makeup, but her full lips were a delicious wet red.

She leaned over and whispered in my ear. “Do I look old enough to be your mommy?”

I was starring down her blouse at her beautiful bare breasts and it occurred to me that there would be some advantages to being her baby.