Ff, teen/ped, first
Tracy Loses Innocence (Part 1)
by Dirty Little Claudia
Author's Note:
 
Meet Tracy. Young, impressionable, and surprisingly sexual.
 
This story is intended for entertainment purposes only. None of the events in this story are actual events, no name have been changed to protect the innocent, as there are no innocent
 
Feedback welcomed, and encouraged. Enjoy.

	I think I was 12 years old, the first time things got interesting
when we would visit Mr. James in his home. He and my dad worked together,
and often our families would vacation together. Mr. James didn't have any
children, but he did have a wife, and often times, when permitted, he
brought his dogs.
 
	Mr. James loved his dogs. They were his pride and joy, and any 
time they were allowed to accompany him, they did. His wife didn't seem to 
object much, and I never thought much of it, as they both seemed to be 
avid animal lovers.

	One day, my father announced that were were going to the James'
for a bar-b-que. I was busy studying for the end of the year finals, as I
was going to be entering into high school the next year. I remember that I
studied so hard, because I didn't want to get stuck in low-level classes
for my entire high school career.

	I decided to fill my book bag with study supplies and paper, as it 
was bound to be a terribly boring afternoon, surrounded by at least 5 
other couples who had no children. Sometimes it was uncomfortable that my 
parents were so young, and often times, the comments my boyfriends made 
about my mom, turned my relationships sour, and I was alone again.

	My parent's weren't terribly involved with my school activities. I 
suppose that might be because when confronted at a PTA meeting, they were 
forced to answer questions like: "So when are you graduating from high 
school?", "Did your parents come with you?". It was somewhat humiliating 
for both me, and my family. 

	The idea had been thrown around about me taking home courses and 
finishing school outside of the harassment of the public eye, but it never 
seemed to work out because mom and dad seemed to want a lot of time alone. 
They were both writers, and worked from home most of the time.

	When we arrived at Mr. James' place that afternoon, I asked if he 
had a quiet room where I could study. He asked if I needed a computer, and 
as the light bulb in my head went off, I simply nodded. It was a rare 
treat to be able to have access to a computer. My parents both had 
several, but trying to actually use one of those was somewhat similiar to 
trying to take a bottle away from a baby -- never easy.

	Mr. James asked my parents if it was okay if I studied at the desk 
in his and his wife's bedroom, since that's where they kept their 
computer. Once dad nodded to him, completely trusting his friend and 
co-worker, I was being drug up the stairs and down a long hallway of 
doors. When we got to the end of the hallway, Mr. James pushed the double 
doors open, only to surprise his wife, still dressing for the picnic.

	Mrs. James blushed a fierce crimson smile, her embarassment 
apparent, and I did as best as I could to keep my eyes from meeting hers. 
I was moved a little. I was a little confused, and unsure of how to feel. 
She was a beautiful woman. The James' were a little younger than my 
parents, but still about 15 years older than me. 

	I waited nervously as Mr. James grabbed my hand and pulled me 
further into the room. His wife stood there, and from what I could feel 
was glaring at him.

	"I'm getting dressed!" She sounded angry, and frustrated and a 
little unsure of what I was doing in their bedroom.

	"Tracy needs somewhere to do her homework. She has some very 
important tests coming up. Isn't that right dear?"

	He looked over at me, and I just stood there. I looked up at Mrs. 
James, now at least a skirt, on and a bra that pressed her tits together 
nicely, forming a soft fold in the center of her chest.

	"Yes Sir." I said, so matter-of-factly.

	As Mr. James began turning on power switches and knobs, I glanced 
around the room. I snuck a bit of a peek at his pretty wife in the mirror 
behind her, and watched her slip her blouse on. She had long blonde hair 
that curled ever so softly around the small of her back, and her petite 
form was enough to make any girl jealous. I just hoped when I was her age 
that I looked nearly that good. For a grown woman, she still maintained 
the figure of a young teenage girl, except perhaps the fullness of her 
breasts.

	From what I understood, it wasn't easy though, she ran at least 8 
miles a day, and was constantly complaining about the high fat content in 
foods that we'd eat on vacation. She'd say something like "That's an extra 
mile when we get home.", or "Bret, how can you let me eat these sort of 
things?", which would generally be followed with, "Lisa, it's a hot dog, 
big deal, you can work it off later anyway."

	Often times that comment would silence the vacationers, and I'd 
stir in my tent a bit, and poke my head out to find the adults pouring 
more drinks, and exchanging glances that seemed to say "Heh".

	Mrs. James finished dressing, and Mr. James waved me towards him, 
and explained how to use the printer. He had internet, and told me it was 
a great tool if I wanted to do some research or something. I took that as 
a sign to check my email for school before I started anything else.

	When he left, I walked over to the window and saw my mom and dad 
talking to Mr. & Mrs. James. Just about then a few more couples arrived, 
ones I'd never seen before. I saw dad glance up at the window and he 
grinned when he noticed me standing there. I smiled back, and waved, then 
went about pulling books and papers out of my bag.

	I sat back in the chair. It was comfy. It was a big oversized 
leather chair, and very cushioned, but worn, as if it was sat in quite a 
bit. I opened up the browser, and the first thing that popped up almost 
made me choke.

	To my amazement, it was a web site that had very graphic stuff. 
There were naked people all over, and what I presumed to be semen all over 
the girls. I quickly closed it and turned around. I know I must have 
gotten very red when I saw Mrs. James standing there. She wanted to change 
her shoes, and she had just seen what I saw.

	"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, Tracy, let me take a look at that."

	She reached over, and changed some settings, and then re-opened 
the browser to a search engine page. She was flushed a little pink, too, 
obviously somewhat embarassed.

	"That was YOURS?" I asked her. I was kind of surprised, she seemed 
to be the shy, timid type, and didn't strike me as being a pervert at all.

	"Mine?" She laughed a little. "Oh no. You know men! Bret's always 
looking at those girls, I think it gives him something to do when I have 
to work late."

	Mrs. James was studying to be a pediatrician. From what I
understood, she had graduated early, and was in her first internship at 
the community hospital, so it often times meant working extra hours for 
half the pay that most of the other doctors made. I didn't think it was 
fair, but over the few conversations that I had with her about it, she 
assured me it was normal for doctors to go through this hideous ritual.

	I excused myself while she found her shoes, and ran down to the 
kitchen for something to drink. When I passed her on my way back up to her 
bedroom, she smiled and leaned over slightly and whispered, "Stay out of 
trouble up there, sweetheart."

	She grinned and continued down, and with a confused look on my 
face, I returned to the big comfy chair.

	I opened the address for my email and answered a few friends. We 
had computers in school, so I was fairly accustomed to how to use them. 
When I was done with that, I did some research for a paper that I was 
writing for my biology class on the reproductive system of canines. I 
wasn't thrilled about the topic, but it was worth fifty percent of my 
grade, so I knew I had to do well.

	I gathered several facts, started typing up my report. I found a 
stack of floppy disks near the monitor, and figured that Mr. James 
probably wouldn't mind if I borrowed one to save my work on. 

	I put the disk in, and looked to see if there were any files. To 
my surprise, the disk was full of images. I opened one, and my eyes grew 
wide. There she was, Mrs. James, in all of her innocent glory, with a face 
full of what I presumed earlier to be semen. 

	I quickly pulled the disk out. The file names appeared to match 
the same pattern as that which would come from a digital camera. I picked 
up the next disk and put it in. This one had even more pictures on it, but 
these were pictures of her tied to the bed naked. 

	Shocked, and amazed, and curious, I couldn't help myself, and I 
looked at a few more. I had realized just then, exactly how attracted to 
girls I was. She was beautiful. After I'd exhausted those disks, I sat 
back in the chair and pressed 'print' on my document.

	A soft voice came from behind me. "Did you like the pictures, 
Tracy?"

	I jumped up suddenly from the chair and spun around to face a 
grinning Mr. James. He chuckled and reached over, grabbing the stack of 
disks. "I'm so sorry, Tracy, I should have put these away. I'm not 
accustomed to others being up here using the computer."

	Blushing deeply, my eyes dropped and I began to fidget. 

	"It's okay," he continued, "I won't tell your dad, but these 
aren't really appropriate for your young eyes."

   I wasn't sure whether to be insulted at the fact that he seemed to
still see me as a child, or aroused from his lack of embarassment of me
seeing his naked wife. I was so confused, and I stepped towards my bag,
starting to stuff things back in.

	He reassured me that it was okay, and that I didn't have to be 
embarassed. "A lot of people like to look at Lisa naked." He admitted 
this, almost proudly. I just stood there with my mouth hanging half open.

	Mr. James pushed me back down into the chair and smiled. "Why
don't you just stay up here and work some more on that paper of yours?" He
followed it with a wink. I was pretty sure that his calm demeanor was
trying to reassure me that everything was okay.

	I smiled a little, and continued reading through some literature. 
Mr. James left, somewhat in a hurry, the stack of disks still in his hand. 
As he got closer to the door, he turned around and looked at me again, and 
set the disks down, if not on purpose, on a table just outside the bedroom 
door, then disappeared down the stairs.

	I sat there trying to read through notes, and books, and websites, 
but the taunting disks were staring at me, and I grew more curious. I 
got up and quickly grabbed the stack, and closed the doors behind me. I 
wanted to be sure to know if someone was spying on me the next time.

	I put in one of the disks and started going through the pictures. 
There were so many! Mrs. James was very pretty, and I concluded from the 
pictures, very sexual. There were some close-up pictures of her vagina, 
and her clitoris, and when I looked at those pictures, I thought I was 
going to hyperventhilate.

	It was almost like an addiction. I'd never felt this aroused 
before. I'd had crushes on boys, and had wanted to kiss them, but I'd 
never felt the stirring between my legs before now.

	I sat there in this chair. I had worn a knee-length black skirt, 
with white knee-socks, and a white blouse. I always tried to look good for 
when we visited friends. I had taken my loafers off at the door when we 
came in. My blouse was short-sleeved, and buttoned up. I had chosen that 
day to wear panties that would match my blouse and my socks, and as I 
thought about all the pictures I'd seen, I slipped my hand down the 
waistband of my skirt and under my white cotton panties.

	It felt like my clitoris was itching, and I rubbed it. I didn't 
really ever having felt it that wet between the lips of my vagina. As I 
rubbed my clit, I felt my toes curl, and I rested my head back on the 
leather chair. I pulled my skirt up so that it was barly around the bottom 
of my ass, the slack falling to the chair around my legs and hips.

	I rubbed it for a few minutes, my free hand was quickly moving 
through the pictures on the last disk I had put in. I stopped on one 
picture immediately, and rubbed harder. It was a picture of Mrs. James' 
vagina, and Mr. James' penis. His penis was inside of her. Oh! How that 
looked like it would be fun. I was driving myself crazy with these 
pictures.

	I closed my eyes and gripped the chair arm with my free hand, and 
felt a warm rush of fluid fill my lips and coat my fingers. I slid them 
further down between the wet fleshy lips, and put one of my fingers 
inside. It wasn't that big, my finger, but I couldnt believe how good this 
felt! 

	I took my queue from some of the pictures that I should put my 
finger in deeper, and it was an amazing feeling. I could feel my muscles 
tense, I and my body began to shake. I quivered and shook, and moaned as 
softly as I could as my body began to relax.

	The bathroom was across the hallway and I felt like I was going to
pee my pants, so I gathered the disks, and put them back on the table as I
headed for the bathroom. After I relieved myself, I washed my hands, the
one I had been using smelled a little funny, and dried them.

	I returned to the bedroom, and gathered my things. I turned the 
computer off, and went to join the party downstairs. After depositing my 
book bag near the door, I carried my drink the patio, where the adults 
were all gathered, laughing heartily at jokes that it would take me years 
to understand.

	I slid up next to my dad, and he put his arm around me. I caught a 
glimpse of Mr. and Mrs. James speaking to a couple on the other side of 
the yard. Mr. James noticed me and smiled. I stood there, the wetness 
between my legs grew again, and I excused myself to the restroom.

	The rest of the afternoon was a lot like that. Every time he would
look at me, something inside me shifted, and made my knees weak. I'd
excuse myself, and return shortly. My mom and dad didn't really notice, as
they were distracted by the flurry of discussions going on around them.

	When it grew dark, people began to leave, my parents and I 
included, and I wondered if Mr. and Mrs. James would speak about me and 
what happened that afternoon.