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 Touching Teresa

   I had just arrived home from work, slipped out of my chinos and put on a
comfortable pair of shorts when there was a polite knocking at my apartment
door.  "If it's 4 O'clock, it must be Teresa" I said to myself, "right on
time.  I went to the door, looked through the peephole and, sure enough,
there was 14 year old Teresa staring back at me; she knew I was looking to
see who was there and she liked to get her eyeball as close as possible to
the peephole glass to startle me.  I opened the door and exclaimed "Hey
there, Gorgeous!" She frowned at me and said "Yeah right." It was an
unusually hot and humid day, temperature over 90F and high humidity. 
Teresa's normally bouncy reddish brown hair was laying fairly flat on her
head, perspiration gleened off her forhead and the slightest hint of a
water mustache could be seen on her upper lip.  She was wearing a black
t-shirt that clung to her lithe body, wetness under her armpits and the V
of her chest.  She had on a short pair of white shorts, the kind that
seemed to lift her little ass cheeks and showed a hint of her panties -
today they were as white as her shorts.  "Mind if I come in?" she asked.  I
motioned her to enter and she quickly stepped by me and came into the cool
air-conditioned living room.  I closed the door, locked it by habit and
smiled at her.  "What?" she inquired.  "You look like a puppy that was
caught out in the rain" I said with a smile.  "Very funny" she retorted,
frowning again.

   Teresa's parents didn't want to pay for the electricity to run the
apartment a/c when they weren't home.  The one small fan in Teresa's
bedroom did nothing but move steamy hot air in a circle.  The rest of her
apartment was stifling even when the temperature was a more modest
mid-80's. Today, it was unbearable.  Along with being cheap, the parents
were also hard core alcoholics.  They both worked minimum wage jobs
stuffing envelopes at a local graphics factory and would head straight to
their favorite watering hole immediately after work every day.  Weekends
were usually spent at home consuming a couple cases of whatever beer was on
sale.  Milwaukee's Best was a frequent visitor.

   Teresa was fairly small for her age, at 14, she was only 5 feet tall and
weighed around 90 pounds.  She had a fantastically cute little can and
beautiful titties that were about the size of a scoop of rice, large for
her petite frame but firm and pretty much what I considered perfect.  She
usually had a cheery personality and tended to talk forever about her life.
I tolerated it because I was both lonely and enjoyed having such a cute
specimen of a girl to look at.

   "Must be nice being able to walk around without a shirt on" she whined
with a slight smile.  "Go ahead," I encourage, "you can do the same!" She
giggled like a typical schoolgirl, a little embarrassed and equally shocked
at my suggestion.  "WHATEVER!" she cried out with a phony jealous tone, her
grin getting bigger.  I shrugged "Suit yourself" and sat down on the
leather sofa."Can I get a Diet Coke" she asked, I nodded and watched her
walk into the kitchen area and to the fridge.  Her tight little ass swished
back and forth, the tight white shorts holding her cheeks like I imagined
my hands could do.  She reached in, bending over slightly, grabbed a can
and turned back towards me.  She stopped for a moment, held the can to her
forhead and then onto her chest, right between her breasts.  I wasn't sure
if she knew that she was turning me on or not but I didn't care, I was just
happy to watch what would be a super commercial for Diet Coke.  I smiled
lewdly at her and she glared back at me.  "What's wrong?" she demanded.  I
shook my head and said "Nothing, you just look like a girl in a commercial
or something." She liked that and gave me a sly smile.  Her sparkling green
eyes bore into mine as if she knew that I was undressing her with my eyes.
What Teresa surely did not know was that I had jerked off into a pair of
her panties that had been in the dryer at the apartment laundry room down
the hall.  I knew it was her clothes by some of the t-shirts and her
favorite pair of blue jeans.  She had bikini cut lacy types and I had
stolen one pair one day when there was nobody else in the laundry room. 
Those panties had a new permanent home under my mattress and I would bring
them out for air frequently, jacking off as I imagined her pussy sitting on
my face.  I would gently wash them out in the shower with me as I imagined
peeling them off her, dried them out and then placed them back in there
hiding place.

   Teresa gulped down some drink and then sauntered over to the ceiling
mounted air conditioning vent.  She closed her eyes and turned her face up
towards the vent, letting the cold air cascade over her body.  She pulled
on the front of her t-shirt, flapped it a little to get some collness on
her chest.  She flexed her ass cheeks as she slowly swayed side to side.She
had to be doing this on purpose, I thought, there was no way she was being
innocent.  She turned to me and saw me staring at her, she smiled with
pursed lips and looked down at the floor, her face red with embarrassment.



   "I like watching you dance" I murmured, slightly embarrassed myself.  "I
wasn't dancing, "she replied "I was just wiggling my toes in the carpet."
Then she faced me straight on and smiled "THIS is dancing" and she
proceeded to shake her butt and undulate her beautifully flat tummy.  After
I stared in awe for a few seconds, she suddently stopped and burst into
giggles.  She began to laugh so hard she had to clutch at her stomach to
stop the cramps.  "I really suck at dancing don't I" she said cheerily.  I
shook my head emphatically and said "NO!  You were simply awesome!" "If you
were dancing at a gentlemen's club, I would have slipped you a $5 bill!"
She looked at me curiously, with a little frown.  "You have to be at least
18 to dance there don't you?" she asked.  "Yup, so I'll have to wait four
years to pay you." She smiled at that and then broke into a huge grin. 
"You could pay me now and I'll dance right here!" I grinned back "You do
know that the bill gets tucked into your panties right?  And you strip down
to your panties too." I explained hoping against hope that she would be
agreeable.  "No way!  She cried, "I'm NOT stripping, I'm just dancing."
Then she mellowed a little and stated softly, "But I'll let you slip the
money into my panties if you really want to."

   By then I had sprouted a killer boner and I made no attempt to hide it.
If she was willing to talk about dancing for money, she would have to
accept that I was seriously turned on.

   "OK," I said, "but you have to dance right up in front of me so I don't
have to reach to stick the money in your panties." She nodded slowly and
stepped towards me.  I was sitting on the sofa, leaning back a little, my
legs spread a little more than shoulder width apart.  "Your knees should
pretty much be touching mine" I ordered and she stepped right up.  I told
her to untuck her shirt from her shorts and she did so, then I waved
towards her zipper and told her to undo her shorts.  "What?" she demanded.
"I have to be able to see your panties to be able to stick the bills in,
right?" It seemed totally reasonable to me and it was apparently reasonable
to Teresa as she nodded agreement.

   I took the remote to the TV and selected a classic rock music channel,
by chance it was playing Bad Company's Feel Like Making Love.  I nodded at
Teresa to start dancing and then, for a joke, said "Time to shake that
moneymaker!" She frowned at me but started to slowly dance in rhythm to the
music.  Her taut belly was visible as her t-shirt flopped around slowly, I
stared at a perfect belly button and desperately tried not to grab my dick
and jerk off.  She slowly wiggled her hips and undulated her belly all the
while a big grin crossed her face as she stared at me in wonderment.  Then
she stopped.  "Where's my money?" she asked somewhat belligerently.  "You
just started dancing!" I exclaimed.  "I'll dance when you give me the
money" She explained.  I dug out my wallet and prayed that I had a few five
dollar bills.  I had three.  I also had a wad of twenties.  I took out a
five and folded it into quarters lengthwise, just like I would in a strip
club.  I beckoned her with a crooked finger to get up close with her
panties and I gently pulled on the elastic she had offered me.  I slowly
stuck the foled up five dollar bill down her skin and as deep as I could
into her white lacy cotton panties.  She squirmed a bit but kept on
smiling, now a goofy grin as she realized that she was actually getting
paid real money.  She restarted her dance routine and I stared happily at
her beautiful belly, her tight shorts covering her slim hips, round
buttocks and a hint of a camel toe between her legs.  "Want another five?"
I inquired, deciding to push her a little.  "Sure" she stated, "Give it to
me!" I smile and shook my head "Nope, this time you have to take off your
t-shirt if you want the five." She looked at me and stopped dancing again.
"No way," she retorted, "I told you I'm not stripping." I shrugged, "Then
five is all you're going to get from me." I looked as disappointed as I
possibly could with a raging erection and I held myself back from relenting
and just throwing $20's at her to keep on dancing like she was.  She looked
at me thoughtfully for a few moments.  "You're not going to tell ANYONE
about this right?" she demanded.  "Not a soul" I promised earnestly.  "And
you're not going to take any pictures either right?" she asked.  I hadn't
thought about that and was kind of impressed and depressed at the same time
but I promised not to take any pictures.  Then she asked "Are you going to
touch them?" I acted unsurprised and said "Yup, that's the plan." She
thought for another moment and then said "OK but you have to give me five
to take off my shirt and another five to touch them." I was now seriously
wondering if I would literally come in my pants as I absorbed what was
happening.  I was going to touch those perfect 14 year old breasts, those
creamy, soft and yet youthfully firm breasts.  Teresa's breasts.  Fourteen
year old Teresa's breasts.  "OK" I stammered, "I'll give you the extra
five." She seemed quite satisfied with her ability to bargain for more
money and gave me a wry smile as if to say "I can get all your money if I
want to." If she really was thinking that, she would be pretty much
correct.

   Teresa repositioned herself at me knees, this time her knees were on the
inside of mine, I could close my legs and sort of hold her between my
kneecaps.  She wiggled her butt to the music - nowLed Zeppelin's Immigrant
Song" - and blushed as she realized what she was about to do.  She looked
into my eyes as if looking for a last minute reprieve but only saw raw lust
gleaming from my eyes.  She crossed her arms, grabbed the bottom of her
t-shirt and slowly, smoothly and erotically pulled off her shirt.  I was
slightly saddened to see that she had on a bra but not surprised.  The bra
was a basic white with some frilly lace around the edges, it clasped in the
back and I waited hungrily for Teresa to take it off.  She looked away and
smiled "So, you want to take the bra off me?" "Sure!" I exclaimed a little
too enthusiastically, "Another five?" "Why yes," she giggled, "Five for the
shirt, five to remove my bra and five to touch my boobs." That was still
one of the best deals I had ever seen and I had been a top car salesman at
one point in my life.  "OK if we just keep a running tally and then I'll
pay you the total at the end?" I asked, trying to uncomplicate things. 
Teresa thought for a moment and then said "Prove you have money and that's
OK." She belonged in Vegas, this girl!  I flashed her the small stack of
twenties in my wallet.  That satisfied her and we went back to our
important task.  I stood up from the sofa and gently held her shoulders,
"Turn around" I beckoned.  She did slowly.  I ttried to steady my shaky
hands as I unclasped her bra from her back, after the clasp was undone, I
slowly pushed her bra straps off her shoulders and watched in slow motion
as the bra clung momentarily to her cleavage and then fell off to the
floor. I could only see a little of the sides of her breasts but was just
as much in awe of her perfect shoulders and back.  I gently ran my fingers
from her shoulders down her back, reveling in the perfectly smooth, creamy
white colored skin.  She certainly didn't tan much but I loved the clarity
of her smooth skin.  It was so soft and my fingers glided across her back
despite the sweat on my fingers.  I ran my hands down the small of her back
and then onto her shorts and that perfect pair of butt cheeks that was held
inside them.  Teresa giggled and shifted her butt back and forth to give me
another cheap thrill.  "Turn around" I half begged, half demanded, "I want
to see those beautiful breasts of yours." Teresa automatically put her
hands over her breasts and then slowly, painfully slowly, turned around. 
She now had a shy smile and looked at her feet as I gazed at her taut belly
and the cleavage visible around her petite hands.  I placed my own hands on
hers and gently tried to pull them from her body.  She resisted, holding
her hands firmly on her breasts.  "Please?" I begged, "Pretty please?"
"well," she said, "Since you said Pretty Please..." and she let her hands
pull away with mine.  Her breasts were magnificent, perfect
littleglobes,creamy white with nipples that resembled miniature pencil
erasers.  I stared at them and lifted my shaking hands to touch them. 
"Nice tent you're pitching there mister" Teresa snorted, breaking my
reverie.  "What?" I asked.  "Your boner is about to bust through your
shorts" she laughed,"Haven't you ever seen someone's boobs before?" I
smiled and said "Yes, but never as perfect as yours." This time, Teresa
blushed and stared at her feet again.  They're too small to be perfect" She
lamented.  "Nope," I replied, "They're absolutely perfect.  I softly groped
each breasts, running my fingers over her hardened nipples, mesmerized by
the soft, smooth flesh and the youthful pertness that fourteen year old
breasts naturally have.  I gently pinched her nipples and looked into her
eyes, which were looking down at my hands roaming her boobs.  "I'm going to
put them in my mouth" I informed her.  "Teresa continued to look at my
hands and then quietly said "Five bucks." I nodded rapidly like some idiot
while mentally calculating that I was around twenty dollars away from that
wonderful pussy.  I wondered if she would actually allow me to get that far
and then put the thought out of my head and placed my mouth over her right
breast.  It took all the self-control in my entire soul to keep my right
hand from reaching into my shorts and jacking off as I slowly kissed and
licked that breast.  The rest of my self-control was holding me back from
just picking Teresa up,throwing her down on the sofa, ripping off her
shorts and slamming my dick into her pussy.

   As I sucked on her little pink nipple, I grasped her left side with my
right hand.  My left hand caressed her left nipple and I couldn't help but
moan as I continuously licked and sucked Teresa's firm nipple.  She giggled
softly with an approving slight moan.  Eventually and reluctantly, I
switched to her left nipple and began the same ritual sucking and licking
there.  My right hand took over on her now wet breast and I gently pinched
her nipples to see how she would respond.  She seemed to like the light
pinching and I rolled and pinched while my mouth licked and sucked her
smooth, firm young breast.

   Teresa placed her hands on my head and pulled my face tightly into her
chest.  I was excited at her positive response and gently chewed on her
nipple.  She continued to pull on my head and I knew that she enjoyed the
extra aggressive attention I was paying to that beautiful set of boobs.

   When she eventually let go, I decided to push my luck.  I slowly kissed
my way into her cleavage and then even more slowly started to kiss my way
down her chest.  She arched her back a little to give her approval and I
was soon at her belly button.  She suddenly grabbed my head and exclaimed
"Yikes!  That tickles!" I kissed harder and she let go of my hair.  I
kissed down to the beginning of her shorts and went from one side to the
other as if looking for somewhere to go.  I stopped and looked up at her
with my best puppy dog eyes.  "What?" she asked, genuinely confused.  "I
want to keep going but your shorts are in the way." I replied.  "No way"
she objected softly, "I'm not taking off my shorts." "not even for five
bucks?" I semi-begged.  She looked at me while chewing the inside of her
left cheek, thinking deeply about how to proceed.  "What are you going to
do if I take them off?" she asked.  "I plan to lick my way down to that
spot of Heaven between your legs.: I admitted bravely.  "Ewww," she she
complained, "That sounds so nasty." "No," I corrected, " It's the best
thing a man can do to a woman and it's my favorite thing to do!" "Doesn't
it taste gross?" she asked.  "No way," I said enthusiastically, "It's my
favorite taste of all time!" She smiled a little and looked in my eyes as
if to determine the truth.  "If I let you do that am I going to have to let
you go all the way then?  She inquired.  "You don't have to do anything you
don't feel ready to do." I promised.  "I won't pressure you at all, it's
all up to you." Teresa thought about this, her serious look let me know she
was actually considering allowing me to eat her pussy.  I could barely
breathe and I occupied the time by lightly kissing her perfectly flat belly
again.



   "And you have to get naked too."

   "$20 bucks" she finally said.