The Tutor, by Matt (mjones1988@live.com) *In fantasyland this is all well and good, but in the real world, sex is between consenting adults. And always wear protection!* --- tutor: verb (used with object) to act as a tutor to; teach or instruct, esp. privately. (August, 2004) Lisa Rachel Swanson. If you would have told me that those three names would change my life forever, I'd have called you crazy. I met her five years ago. My daughter Rebecca came home from school one afternoon. "Hi, Daddy." She came into the kitchen to give me a kiss. "Hi, sweetie. How was school?" "Mmm, fine. Mr. Johnson is looking for volunteer tutors for his remedial classes. I was thinking about signing up." Kyle Johnson was the advanced math teacher at my daughter's high school. Though only a junior, my Rebecca was in the highest math class the high school offered. Kyle and I had spoken earlier in the year regarding Rebecca's possibilities for next year, including taking a math class at the local university. "Sounds great, Becky." I replied. "That would look great on college applications." "Yup." She replied. "When's dinner?" "Probably an hour or so." "Alright, I'm going to get started on some homework then." Rebecca grabbed an apple and went upstairs to her room to study. I reflected on how great of a kid I ended up with. Her mother and I divorced three years ago after I discovered she was having an affair with Rebecca's orthodontist. A friend of mine put me in touch with a hot shot family lawyer from southern California who, for a friends-and-family rate, took my ex to the cleaners. He had PIs dig up all sorts of dirt on her and the glorified braces-tightener: misdemeanor records on them both, former co-workers testified that they both had uncontrollable tempers, and a liquor store owner who had sold them both lots of alcohol during their trysts. I could have had full custody of Rebecca, but despite it all, I asked Rebecca where she would like to live, and she wanted to live with us both. So, in exchange for a healthy child support check each month, my ex gets half custody. Friday after school Becky drives to her mother's house, who still lives in town, where she spends a week, then drives back to live with me for a week. So here I am, a single dad with essentially an extra paycheck each month. I miss Becky when she's gone, but the weeks she's at her mother's gives me plenty of free time. Not to mention I recently bumped my hours down to half-time. I remodeled the master bedroom, giving me more space and a private bath. I work out with free weights and have discovered my love of cooking. Also, occasionally, I date. I'm 44 years old now, still marginally attractive, in good shape, so you'd think I'd find another wife or serious girlfriend quickly. But in three years I hadn't yet met anyone I fell head over heels in love with, and only a couple of women did I even bother to introduce to Rebecca. After going to half-time, I thought money would be tight, so I started to become a bit of a "cheap-ass," at least according to my daughter. Investing in "green" appliances for the house, keeping the heat and A/C down, and shopping at grocery warehouses has certainly helped the budget, but causes my daughter to tease me mercilessly as being the "cheapest Dad on the block." On the night in question, I was making a big batch of chili to last the whole week. When it had simmered long enough, I called to Rebecca. We played cards with dinner, talked, and she went back to the books and I did the dishes and popped in a DVD. I was a middle-income single parent, and happy. --- Rebecca began tutoring two weeks later, her next week with at home with me. She informed me Monday morning at breakfast that she was tutoring a freshman girl that lived in our neighborhood. She would come over on the Mondays and Wednesdays Becky was home, from six o'clock until eight, and study with her help. "Do we need to feed her dinner?" I asked. Becky rolled her eyes. "No, cheapo. I think she'll be fine." "I wasn't concerned about the money!" I responded truthfully. "Just curious." "I know Dad." Becky smiled. "I'm just teasing." That evening, the doorbell rang. Six on the nose. I opened the door and greeted a tall, athletic-looking girl with straight blonde hair tied back in a pony tail. "Hi. Is Rebecca home?" "Yes, she's upstairs in her room. You must be her..." What do you call it? Tutee? Student? Pupil? "I'm Lisa." She stuck out her hand. I shook it. "Nice to meet you Lisa, I'm Matt, Becky's dad. Head on upstairs, last door on your left is Becky." "Thanks!" Lisa said. I watched her walk up the stairs to make sure she didn't get lost. Ok, I may have been angling for a peek of her workout-pants-clad backside. She didn't look like she had an ounce of fat on her. Not too skinny, though, very taut and fit. Cute girl, I thought to myself, and went back to my bedroom/office/gym to lift weights. I didn't give Lisa another thought until I heard footsteps coming down the stairs and Lisa's voice say "Thanks, Becky!" The front door closed before I came out of my room. I went upstairs to Becky's. "How did it go?" "Pretty good." She said. "Lisa seems smart enough, I just don't think she's applying herself very hard. She's in volleyball and tennis and academics seem secondary to her." "Well, she'll get better soon. She's young. And she's got the best tutor in the school!" Becky rolled her eyes. "Yeah, right, Dad." --- Wednesday was no different. Six pm the door rang. "Hi, Mr. Jones!" Lisa enthusiastically greeted me. "Please, Lisa, call me Matt. Mr. Jones makes me feel old!" "Oh, sure, Matt. Is Becky home?" "Yup. Should be in her room." "Thanks!" Lisa made her way upstairs. I finished doing the dishes and made a phone call to an old college friend who was going through a divorce. I was in the process of giving him my lawyer's information when Lisa came down at eight. "See you Monday, Matt!" She exclaimed as she walked out the door. I just waved in reply. --- Next Monday Becky was at her mother's. Rain was pouring down outside and I was home cooking up a big vat of pasta for the coming week. I was also halfway through a bottle of Chianti when the doorbell rang. I wiped my hands on my apron and went to the door. Standing on the porch was Lisa, decked out in a sweat suit. Absolutely soaked. "Hi, Mr. Jones!" She forced a smile through chattering teeth. "Lisa, what are you doing here?" I inquired. "It's Monday, I'm here to see Becky?" I then remembered her leaving the previous Wednesday and realized that I did not correct her mistake. "Can I please come in?" "Oh my God, where are my manners? Yes, come in out of the rain!" Lisa stood in the entryway shivering. Both her grey sweatshirt ("Frosh Volleyball, #15) and sweat pants (Swanson, 15 "her age?" I wondered) were drenched and appeared black. "I'm afraid Becky's at her mother's this week. Did she not tell you?" "Oh, no!" Lisa laughed through chattering teeth. "I remember now!" "Well," I began "do you want me to put those clothes in the dryer for you? You could change into something of Becky's upstairs. She wouldn't mind, I'm sure." "Um," Lisa was pondering "sure." She ran upstairs and I heard Becky's door close. I went back to the pasta and thought about putting out place settings for two. Would that be appropriate? Could I go to jail for that? Before I could make up my mind, Lisa came back downstairs wearing one of Becky's white night shirts and a pair of loose-fitting sweats. She was holding her clothes in a wet ball and asked "Where's your dryer?" "Let me take those from you." I attempted to take them from Lisa. "No, um, that's okay..." she mumbled and tried to take them back, but her clothes fell to the ground. Along with her sweat suit were a sports bra and a pair of baby blue panties. "Oops." I said, eloquently. I picked up all the clothes like it was no big deal and made my way to the laundry room. "I'll just be a minute, Lisa; if you want you can find a drink or snack in the fridge." In the laundry room I tried not to think too much about holding a juvenile girl's under things and put them in the dryer on high. Back in the kitchen, Lisa was standing over the stove, smelling the pasta sauce. "This smells great!" she exclaimed. She turned around and I was given a bit of a shock. Clutching her wet clothes to her chest made Becky's shirt damp. Lisa's lack of bra made her nipples quite visible through the wet fabric. She was cold. They were hard. I tried not to stare. "Um, well, thanks." I stuttered. "Would you like a bowl of pasta? Your clothes might take a while." "Yeah," she agreed "I live about five blocks from you guys and it just starting pouring as soon as I left the house! I ran here, but slipped in your yard!" She laughed and her small breasts jiggled. After her laugh the kitchen got awkwardly quiet. Did she notice me looking at her chest? Oh, God. "So Becky tells me you are a freshman." Try to remember that, Matt "What do you think of high school?" "Oh, well, it's okay so far. I really like my Frosh volleyball coach. She's great!" We managed to make small talk while I got out some dinner dishes. Lisa was an excellent talker; we honestly had good conversation regarding school, other kids, growing up, and her parents. From what I could gather, Lisa's family was less well off than Becky and me, with more kids, and her folks did a lot of arguing. She seemed to think they were overbearing, but I assumed that was just because she was a teenage girl. After we finished dinner, I went to pick up Lisa's plate and bring it to the sink. At that moment she stretched her back and said "So good! Thanks for dinner, Matt!" I couldn't help to glance at her chest to see if her nipples were still visible. They weren't. But when I looked back at her face, I knew. She saw me do it. Before I could blush, I turned about face and headed to the sink. "Your clothes should be done by now, Lisa. Do you want to check on them?" "Sure" she responded. I couldn't read the tone of her voice. What was she thinking? I scrubbed the dishes so hard I think they lost paint. Lisa reemerged with her sweat suit on, presumably with underwear. "They're still a little damp, but they're alright." She said, seemingly cheerful. "Where should I put Becky's stuff?" "Just leave them on the counter; I'll take care of it." I said while cleaning the sink. I couldn't turn to face her. "Well, Matt?" "What is it, Lisa?" "I really enjoyed talking to you tonight." Somehow I knew she was staring at her feet. "I feel like I don't have a lot of people I can talk to. Can I ask you one thing before I go?" "Umm. Sure." "Why do men like women's breasts so much?" I froze. Up to this point, my face was beet red with shame. Now all the color left my face and I was white as a sheet. Still staring at the sink, I said "Well...that's complicated, Lisa..." My mind was racing. Is this a trap? What do I do? Lisa sat on a chair and looked up at me. "It's just that I've noticed boys in high school stare at my chest way more than boys in middle school did. I think my teachers might be looking too!" She seemed innocent enough. Could this just be an honest question? I decided to give her a long, philosophical answer. Maybe I could get through this without going to jail. I turned around but still couldn't look her in the eyes. "I guess, Lisa, its biological. Women's breasts house mammary glands, which are the key to raising children. So I guess it's imbedded in men's brains to size up women's breasts for procreating and passing on life to a new generation." I smiled weakly, thinking I might be off the hook. "But mine are tiny!" We both looked at her chest. I could feel my cock bulge. Shit. "Isn't bigger always better for biology?" Lisa looked up at me, still seemingly confused and innocent. "Well, some men prefer..." No, this won't work... "I guess it's societal, too..." Think, dammit! "What do you mean?" Lisa cocked her head to the side. "Well, advertisements and movies and everything you see shows all of a woman's body except her breasts and...groin." I grimaced. "Since we are born men are bombarded every day with the fact that they cannot see those regions on a woman, so, of course, that's what we want to see!" Did I just say 'we'? "So, if society was different and women were naked but wore mittens all the time, you'd want to see their bare fingers?" She giggled. I laughed uneasily. Despite the unease, or maybe because of it, I was getting very aroused. "I suppose you're right." I paused, almost afraid to ask, "Does that make sense?" "Well, I guess so." She stood up and faced the door. Thank God. "Except for one thing." I could cry. "What are women supposed to stare at on men?" She asked. I laughed from sheer fright. "I don't know, Lisa, I don't look at guys like that." I laughed again, hoping she would take this like a joke. "Well," she started. "I do." She looked up at me and our eyes locked for the first time during this entire dialog. There was something in them. Something I didn't recognize. She moved slowly toward me. I was paralyzed, torn between fear, lust, and reason. Lisa's voice got low. "I don't know why, but a hard penis stuck inside a pair of jeans is really...sexy." By the time she said 'really' she had reached out and grabbed on to the bulge in the front of my jeans. My mouth fell open. I wanted to say something, anything. But nothing came out. Her voice so soft, it was barely more than a whisper. "I know you were staring at me earlier. Well, now you've got my attention." She was rubbing her hand back and forth on my jeans-clad member. "I've never seen a real one before. Can you be my first?" I was still in shock. I couldn't speak, but managed to shake my head back and forth: no. "Please?" Lisa pleaded, and without waiting for a response, began to slowly unzip my jeans. She stuck her hand inside and grabbed my manhood, now just a layer of Jockey boxer brief between her and me. "It's so...warm!" She looked up at me and smiled. "This is nice." Then her hand darted into the hole in my drawers and she pulled it out. There it was, six inches of man flesh, exposed to a high school freshman. I was definitely going to jail. "Whoa!" Lisa seemed genuinely excited about this. She was slowly stroking me, up and down my shaft. "This feels great!" She said. Understatement of the century. Her small, soft, nimble hands felt angelic. The whole situation had me incredibly, and perversely, aroused. "Does it feel better like this?" Lisa switched her fingers from stoking the lateral of my cock to the top and bottom, which I had always employed for masturbation. "Mmm hmm." I managed to speak, sort of. As my eyes rolled back into my head and I shut my eyes, all I could feel was my rock-hard member clutched in the teenager's grasp. Then I felt Lisa's other hand grab mine, I opened my eyes as she slid our hands under her sweatshirt. "You can touch me, too." I looked into her eyes, groped her underage breast through her sports bra, and shot my load. "Oh!" I yelped, surprised by my ejaculation as much as Lisa. She giggled "That is so cool!" I had shot six strings of cum that now lay on the kitchen's hardwood floor. Embarrassed, I removed my hand from her sweatshirt "That felt really cool." She looked at me with big eyes. "Did you think so too?" I managed to nod, fairly vigorously. "Yes." Was all I could say. I was breathing heavily. Lisa removed her hand from my dick and looked at her watch. "Uh oh. Eight o'clock. I need to get home." She picked up her backpack from chair where we ate dinner and walked over to me. She kissed me softly on the lips. "Thanks." She said quietly. She opened the door. The rain had stopped. She turned back to me, slumped against the sink, rapidly-deflating penis still exposed and said, "See you Wednesday." She closed the door before I could say, "Becky won't be here Wednesday." --- What. The. Hell. Did that just happen? Is this a dream? It's hard to think when you are cleaning up your own semen from the floor of your kitchen. I didn't sleep that night. I kept replaying the evening's events over and over in my head. Not for sexual value, but to see if I was going before a judge sometime in the near future. I was alone with a teenage girl; she gave me a hand job. It was all her idea, but a jury would believe that after they saw flying purple pigs in the courtroom. I called out sick to work on Tuesday. Sometime in the late morning, bleary-eyed, I convinced myself that Lisa would keep this a secret. She would be in trouble with her folks if it ever came to light. Throughout the workday Wednesday I tried to focus on a number of projects. To no avail. Lisa was coming over tonight. We would be alone. What should I do? --- I could barely chop parsley. My hands were shaking. I was baking a Turkey and mashing potatoes before Lisa arrived. I couldn't feed her pasta again, although I had pounds of it remaining. Is this a date? Is it not a date? I took another swig of wine. At this rate the bottle would be gone before she got here. Probably a good thing. I wouldn't want to add supplying alcohol to a minor onto my list of felonies. I dressed up but tried not to look like I had spent a lot of time on the outfit. I had. Nicer shirt. A collar this time. Brand new jeans. I labored over the jeans. I remembered her comment from before, about a hard penis inside a pair of jeans. If I wear them, am I trying too hard? If I don't, do I not respect her interests? Another swig of wine. Turkey's ready, potatoes mashed, and wine diminishing when the door bell rang. "Hi, Matt!" Lisa said cheerfully as she came in and set down her bag. "Hi, Lisa." I managed to reply. She was wearing what I considered to be a typical outfit for her, t-shirt and slick running pants. "Smells great, what's for dinner?" And just like that, she lured me into another dinner of polite, mature conversation. For nearly an hour we chatted, with no reference on Monday's events. By the end, I had almost forgotten our weird sexual history. I quaffed the last swig of wine (now in a glass) when Lisa blurted out: "What do you think of oral sex?" I almost choked to death on the cabernet. "What?!" I asked (too shocked?). "Well," Lisa looked down at her empty plate. "I was watching some late-nite TV last night, you know, where the adult stuff comes on after midnight, and I thought it might be fun." "Umm..." I said, stalling. "Oral sex is not everyone's cup of tea..." "But do you like it?" Lisa was insistent. "Honestly," I said, the wine taking effect. "Yes, I love it." "OK!" Lisa said, jumped up out of her chair and marched over to mine. She plopped down on her knees and started to unzip my pants. I chuckled to myself. Lisa stopped. "What? What is it?" "Nothing to worry about." I replied. "I like that you get down to business." She smiled, "Oh you do, do you?" She fished me out of my underwear and was eye to eye with my cock. "Whoa." She said, truly in awe. "This is so cool." She flicked it and it bounced around. "So, what do you love about oral sex?" She said the last phrase in her low, seductive voice and began to stroke me gently. "Well," I began; glad I had as much wine in me as I did. "Licking my cock is a good way to get my aroused." Lisa licked my cock like a lollipop from many different angles. Sometimes quickly, sometimes not. "Take the head of it and place it in your mouth." Lisa followed along very well. It was insanely hot; forbidden, and hot. "Now slide down as far as you can." She got most of me inside her mouth before I heard her gag. "That's okay. That's great. I want you to enjoy this too." Even with a cock in her mouth she smiled. "Now, slide up and down." She did. Sometimes slowly, sometimes with more speed. "Good, baby, good." I heard myself say. I was buzzing hard. I was almost outside of myself. Lisa was amazing. She kept her teeth out of the way and applied a little suction occasionally. She started incorporating her tongue and lips in pleasuring me. "OK now, sweetie, don't stop, but can you rub me with your hand like you did last time?" Just mentioning Monday night made my prick stand up a little straighter. Lisa brought up her hand and began to jack my shaft while sucking and licking my head. I wasn't going to last long. "OK, Lisa baby. You remember what happened last night. All that cum that came out of my cock? Well, it's going to happen again, so be ready for it." "Mmm hmm." Was all I heard. A natural. She kept humming along, and the vibrations drove me wild. "Oh yes, Lisa. C'mon, baby. Don't stop. Please don't stop!" I started ranting mindlessly, Lisa picked up the pace on her stroking and sucking. I was going to blow. "I'm going to cum, Lisa! Oooooooh! Oooooooh! Ooooooh!" The orgasm was amazing. Each pulse of my cock felt better than the last. She was now just cradling the head of my cock in her mouth. My whole body (minus the cock) went limp. "Lisa. You are incredible." Lisa finally released my manhood, some of my jizz came out and dribbled down her chin and onto the floor. I heard a swallowing noise and then she giggled. "That was SO much fun!!!" Lisa wiped her face. "Can we do that again?" I laughed out loud. "I would love too, baby! But you are going to have to wait awhile!" Her face turned serious. "Why?" She asked. I laughed. "Don't worry, Lisa, I'll explain later." She smiled again. "What did you think of having cum in your mouth? Some women don't like it." "It's not bad" She shrugged. "I really like how your...cock...pulses and dances in my mouth! It goes crazy when you cum!" She smiled. "Thanks." "Thank you!" I laughed. "That was one of the best orgasms of my life!" "Really?" Lisa looked shocked. "Really?!" "Yes, definitely." Lisa practically beamed. She looked at her watch. "It's only 7:30. What's next?" "I have an idea." (The wine and) I said. I stood up, picked Lisa up and sat her down in the chair where I just was. I lifted up her legs, unbuttoned her pants and ripped them off before she could say "Ooh. My." "Just relax, Lisa." I said as I licked my way up her right leg. Lisa laughed, "That tickles, Matt!" "Relax, baby" I worked my way up to her thighs. She had on a pair of panties with cute, cartoony bugs, all the colors of the rainbow. I gently rubbed her teenage pussy through them. "Mmmmmm." Lisa shuddered. I picked up her butt and ripped off the bug panties. I took a minute to survey this lithe young body in front of me. Lisa had a model's long, sinewy legs, they led to a beautiful pussy with a blonde tuft of hair above it. "You are beautiful." I told her. "You are kind." She smiled in reply. And then I licked the length of her snatch. "O!" Lisa exclaimed as her body tensed up. "Relax, Lisa." I said soothingly, and her body softened. I went to work. Eating out was something I did often on the dating scene. I wouldn't say I loved to do it, but it always made women more likely to reciprocate. But with Lisa it was different. I was sure this was her first time being directly stimulated by another human being, and I wanted it to be perfect. Softly and slowly, I ran circles around her labia with my tongue, deliberately leaving out her clitoris. I intermixed that with occasional licks down the middle of her beautiful, small cunt. After a few minutes of "oohs" and "aahs" from my little lolita, I went after her clit. Slowly and first, but more steadily I tongued it. Her reactions were strong. Moaning and groaning, she grabbed my head and held it close. But I slowed down my attacks on her, I had business left to attend. With my mouth occupied, my hands roamed up her front side, under her shirt and grabbed on to her contained breasts. A prolonged moan escaped Lisa's mouth. I pushed her bra up over her tits and brushed against her nipple with my left hand. A throaty groan was my reward. One hand returned to my work down south while one stayed busy under her shirt. I eased my right index finger into her holiest of holies. She stopped making noises. I could tell all her senses were about to be overridden. I plunged in. She couldn't take my whole finger at first, but by entering and re-entering her, and moving in concentric circles, I got her vagina to open far enough to take in my entire digit. "Aah!" Lisa practically screamed. I knew she was close. I redoubled my efforts on her breast, nipple, clitoris and cunt. Lisa grabbed my head, pulled my face so tight against her box I could barely breathe. And then she came. It was beautiful. She made a noise, "aaaaaaAAAAHHHHH!" Her womanhood pulled my finger in and clamped down on it. Her nipples and clit could cut glass. She started bucking like crazy, fucking my finger and tongue. Her mouth open, but no sound escaping, she ground her hips into my head for a solid minute before her whole body, including her pussy walls, went limp. Only then did she breathe a loud, deep noise like she had been in the vacuum of space and was just now reencountering oxygen. "MATT!" was all she said and she scooped my head up and crushed it against her chest. "OH! MY! GOD!" She was breathing heavily. "I...I had no idea..." And then she collapsed into a fit of giggles. She told me about how she had started playing with herself recently, but could never get herself over the top. "That was my first cum." She said. I was beaming. "Shit! 8:05!" Lisa said as she came out of her daze and checked her watch. She ran around the room, gather the pants and underwear I had tossed aside, put herself back together while I relaxed in a chair. When she had gathered her clothes, put on her coat and backpack she walked over to me, leaned over and gave me a kiss. "Thank you for the best night of my life." She said and she walked out the door. I sat in the chair awhile longer, trying hard to commit the scenes of the last hour or so to memory when reality struck me. This girl is my daughter's pupil. They will both be here next week. How do I keep Becky from finding out? --- The next Monday was awkward, to say the least. It was only thirty seconds, but seemed to last a lifetime. I was cooking dinner in the kitchen, Becky was downstairs at the table telling me about the PSATs, when the doorbell rang. Becky let Lisa in. "Hi, Becky! Hi, Mr. Jones!" Lisa said cheerfully. I turned to look at her, "Hi, Lisa." Then the girls went upstairs. That was it. Lisa is a good actress, I thought to myself. Two hours later, Lisa came down the stairs, said "Good night, Mr. Jones!" without a wink or knowing smile. "Goodnight, Lisa." I replied. She was good. And I wanted her. --- Wednesday was much the same except Becky walked Lisa down the stairs at the end of their session. They were talking about a movie they had both seen recently. "Goodnight, Mr. Jones!" Lisa said. "Goodnight, Lisa" I replied. "See ya." Becky said "Oh, and have a happy birthday!" "Thanks!" said Lisa as she left. I couldn't help it. "Is today Lisa's birthday?" I asked Becky. "Nah." She replied. "It's Sunday. She's turning 15." I almost choked. I got a blowjob from a 14 year-old? --- Thursday. Friday. Saturday. Sunday. Each of these days seemed like a week. Monday each hour seemed like a day. I left work early to prepare the house. The doorbell rang a little before six. I opened the door donning my best suit and tie. "Hello, Lisa." I said. Lisa stepped in and closed the door before speaking. "Woo hoo! Look at you!" She said. "So fancy!" She was wearing the same #15 sweat suit as our first fateful night alone together. I had prepared steak, rice and vegetables for dinner, and a single cupcake for her dessert, candle in the middle. "Aren't you going to sing me 'Happy Birthday'?" She inquired. "I don't sing!" I laughed. "But I got you another present." "What's that?" She asked. "Just give me a couple of minutes. Oh, and close your eyes." "I like where this is going!" Lisa responded playfully. When she opened her eyes, two rows of candles made an aisle that led her to my master bedroom, where I had covered the bed in white rose petals from our garden. "This is beautiful, Matt." Lisa said, very seriously. "I thought you might like something more comfortable than a chair tonight." Lisa laughed. "Why do I need something comfortable?" She said playfully. "Because." I pushed her onto the bed. She emitted a short yelp. "this is where you get your present." I laid on top of her and we began to kiss. Very softly at first and then with more passion. I had only kissed her twice before tonight and I could guess why. She was a little awkward when it came to kissing, but I led my example and she was a quick learner. I worked my way down her neck, sucking and biting softly (she did not need a hickey after a "study session"!) until it was time to take off her sweatshirt. I was starting to strip it off her when she said "I have a present for you too." She sat up and in one fluid movement removed her sweatshirt, revealing a lacy white bra underneath. It cupped her small pubescent tits perfectly. "Wow." I said. "Nice birthday present." "Yeah." She snorted. "From myself." I pushed her back down flat and licked all around the bra, not missing a square inch. I moved farther south, kissing every millimeter of her surprisingly hard stomach. When I got to her hips I stripped off her pants to find a matching set of panties, white lace. "Very nice" I said. But I was supremely aroused. I started licking her through her panties. "Oh Matthew," Lisa said dreamily "That feels so nice..." Using my full name was surprisingly sexy. "I'm glad you like it, Lisa." I pulled her panties to one side and slid a finger into her wet slit. Her body went rigid for a moment, but then she made a sound like she was shivering and relaxed. She was slowly humping my hand when she said something that surprised me. "I don't want to be Lisa with you." I stopped. "What, sweetie?" "Well," she sat up "you make me feel sexy and I don't think Lisa is a very sexy name." "First of all, you are sexy" I said and licked her clit for emphasis. She shuddered. "Then what should I call you?" "What about...Rachel?" "Why Rachel?" I asked. "It's my middle name." I smiled. "I like it...Rachel. Now take off your underwear." "Hey!" Rachel shouted. "This isn't fair!" You still have all your clothes on!" She jumped up and started undoing my shirt, tie, pants, and underwear. There I stood. Naked as the day I was born in front of a girl born almost thirty years later. It was insanely hot. We were silent as I unclasped her bra, exposing her breasts to me for the first time. They were small, perfect little peaches with no sign of sagging. Her nipples were large for her breasts (which led me to believe her breasts would grow larger) with dark brown nipples. Those nipples were currently hard as stone. I popped one in my mouth. I deep moan escaped Rachel's throat. "God, that's good." I switched back and forth between her tits, swirling each nipple on my tongue for a few seconds before returning. I snuck a finger down her belly and into her box. She yipped with surprise and her nipple grew harder in my mouth. She was standing on the edge of my bed, grinding against the palm of my hand, moaning, when she said "Take me." "What?" I stopped to ask. "Take my virginity, Matthew." she looked into my eyes with a great amount of seriousness "I'm ready." She laid back on the bed and slowly spread her legs. What choice did I have? It was time to deflower my 15 year, 1 day old virgin. I rubbed my cock against her clit and pussy while kissing her softly and licking her lips. I finally popped the head of my dick inside her. "Mmm. Mmm." Rachel said as I thrust an inch of cock in and out of her pussy. I put in another inch. "Aah. Aah." she grunted. Another inch. "Unh. Unh." Another "Oh. Oh." I couldn't take it any more and slip my remaining cock into her wet, virgin cunt. "Nnnn! Aaah!" Rachel was monosyllabic at this point. I kept still for a bit and let her pussy get used to me. It was incredibly tight. I barely fit. I could feel every ripple of muscle in her abdomen. I started to pull out of her. "No." She said. "Don't." "Don't worry, Rachel." I smiled and eased my girth back into her. "MmmmmmmMMM!" She smiled. "I am in heaven." "Not yet." I corrected her. I kissed her deeply and then moved down to her nipples. I sucked them, licked them, and even gently nibbled them all while gently fucking her 15 year old snatch. Rachel seemed to derive equal pleasure from her nipples as her womanhood, as she moaned in time with my ministrations on her tits, not her cunt. We were both starting to make noises of increasing volume and urgency when she stopped thrusting against me and asked "Shouldn't we use a condom?" I smiled. "No, baby. I can't make babies anymore. I'll explain later, but right now I think I have your 15th birthday present." Rachel smiled as her eyes drifted back into head. "I can't...oh, yes...wait." I knew I was close. I reached a free hand down and rubbed Rachel's nub of a clit. "Oh yeah" I sucked her tits more fervently "OH! Yeah!" I thrust into her more deeply. Once. Twice. Three times. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" I came. Maybe the cum of my lifetime. I was fucking a newly-minted 15 year old. She was slim, fit, gorgeous, and a virgin. Feeling my cock pulse as it shot globs of cum, Rachel let out a low moan that grew louder and louder until finally she screamed "Matth.....EEEEW!!!" And then her pussy grabbed my dick and took it on a ride. Rachel bucked her hips like a rodeo bull. I kept on suckling her beautiful tits and she loved every minute of it. Afterwards we lay there for while, maybe half an hour, not saying anything, listening to each other breathe, until she said "I should go." "OK" I replied. But we didn't move for a while longer. "That was incredible." Was all she said. "Yes, Rachel. It was." "So that's what it's like to be fucked?" She asked. "No" I corrected her. "That what making love feels like." "Will you fuck me later, then?" "Anytime, Rachel. Anytime." Then we got up and walked to the door, I threw a towel over me and she got into her clothes. She looked at her watch. "Not as late as I thought. Only 7:45." "Well, you'd better get home anyway." I said. But I didn't mean it. "Yeah" she said. "See you Wednesday?" "I'll be here." I kissed her. She turned and a pinched her ass. "Hey!" she jumped up. "Don't do that!" "Or else what?" I taunted. "I'll do this!" She pulled my towel off and grabbed my member. We both look at it in her hand. She felt it twitch. She looked up at me and smiled. Before I knew what was happening, Rachel jumped on me, wrapping her legs around my waist, kissing me with wild abandon. Somehow, my cock responded. I needed to get her pants off. I thrust her against the door, yanked off her pants and panties in one motion, and filled her pussy with my re-invigorated cock. I was pushing her hard. Maybe harder than a 15 year old should be pushed. But she pushed back even harder. With every thrust she threw out some dirty talk: "Oh! Yes! Fuck! Me! Matthew!" Somehow she forced me on to the kitchen table and mounted me. "Oh yessssss." She said as she slid onto my pole. Once I was balls deep, she was fucking me. I threw both hands up under her sweatshirt and grabbed her lacy tits. She didn't last long. This time her orgasm set me off. Her pussy grabbed me, she started to buck, and I started to shoot wildly inside her. "Matthew!' "Rachel!" "Matthew!" "Rachel!" Our screams of ecstasy turned into fits of laughter. "So that's what fucking is!" Rachel said between giggles. "I would certainly say so!" I replied. We put ourselves back together and met at the door again. 8:01. "See you Wednedsay?" She asked. "See you Wednesday." I confirmed.