Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. The Dare Part 3 This is Part 3 of a series. It won't make much sense unless you have read the first two parts. They can be found at: /files/Authors/cyberguy ----------------------------- I suddenly realized the time; it was after 3:00 and I needed to have Monica back in Westwood by 4:00. "Damn," I thought. Here I was sucking on the nicest little pair of titties ever, listening to her moan, feeling the smooth softness of her young skin and the squishy texture of those breasts as I squeezed them gently up into my mouth. I tasted the pureness of her nipples, smelled the residual shampoo scent in her hair and the heavy, sweet scent of her arousal rising from between her legs and . Every nerve, every sense of my body was being overwhelmed simultaneously with sexual stimulus and, yet, I HAD TO LEAVE! "Sweetie," I whispered, "we have to go now." "Oh, no. I don't wanna go. This is too much fun." "We have to, my sweet. If we ever want to do this again we can't make anyone suspicious." "I wanna do this more and more," she said, breathlessly. "You like it?" "No. I LOVE it! Now I know why my friends sneak off with their boyfriends and do stuff. Can I come tomorrow and do this again?" "I'm afraid not. I work tomorrow. I only have Tuesdays and Wednesdays off." "Oh, crap. That's totally unfair." "I know. I want to, too. You are the sweetest, and tastiest girl I've ever known." She blushed. "I really like it when you suck my titties. I would let you do that anytime you wanted." "Even at the beach?" "Yeah. We could pull a towel up over us and you could lift up my top and play with them and suck them all day." "...or we could come back here and be more comfortable." "Yeah. I think Carly would do this again for me. But I have other friends who would, too, if she can't." She relaxed and closed her eyes for a moment. "When can we do this again?" "Next week." "Next week? Oh, darn. What day?" Yeah, she said "darn." I still couldn't believe what a sweet, naive and innocent girl she was. Girls frow up faster than that these days. Well, I guess her friends did, anyway. "Tuesday is the first day off I have." "Oh, bummer. Tuesday! Yuck! Can we just come here next time? Going to the beach first just wastes time and I wanna do everything you wanna do. I wanna learn everything!" "We can do that. I can pick you up in Westwood, if you like." "No. Somebody might see me get into your car. What if I take the Santa Monica bus but get off over by the Veteran's Home. I can wait for you at the bus stop there and we can come right here and do stuff." "That works for me. Meanwhile, let's get some clothes on and get you back." "I kinda like not wearing clothes. You make me feel pretty." "You ARE pretty." She blushed and grinned as she said, "and I like seeing you naked with your... umm...thing poking out like that." "My cock." "I can't say that word." "My dick, then." "Ok. With your dick standing out straight. I never thought I would make a guy do that." "Get used to it sweetie. You're one sexy little honey." "I like it when you say that," she said as she refastened her bikini bottom and top. What a shame to hide that delicate little body. The drive back to Westwood was interesting. We agreed that I would pick her up at the bus stop she told me about at 9:00 on Tuesday morning. I gave her my phone number to call if she needed to change anything. "Do you go out with other girls? she asked as we were driving down Wilshire Blvd? "Yeah." "Do you, like, have sex with them?" "Sometimes." "What do you do? Do you, like, put it in them?" "Sometimes." "What else do you do?" "We do stuff like you and I did today." "You liked that?" "I LOVED it!" "So did I," she said as she became more thoughtful and introspective. "What other stuff do you do to them?" "Not 'to them,' 'WITH them.'" "Ok, with them." "There's a big difference between doing something *with* someone and doing it *to* them. Some guys just want their own pleasure and they don't care about their partner. But some guys understand that sex is mutual pleasure and that it's enjoyed best if we give pleasure rather than taking it. We do things *with* our partners." "It's better that way." "Yes, it is. It values the woman's feelings and needs." "I thought it was pretty good." She paused as we drove, then asked, "So, what else do you do *with* other girls?" "Have you ever looked at a porno magazine or film?" "No. Carla's dad has some magazines but he keeps them locked up. She said he forgot one time and she looked at some of them. She said they were doing all kinds of wierd things." "Well, some of it looks wierd from the outside but it feels great -- and, besides, most people do stuff like that in private, not with a camera looking on." "She said they were, like, you know...fucking. " She blushed again. "I never thought I'd ever use that word, but I just did." "You can use any word you want with me." "But it embarasses me sometimes." "That's ok. It will at first. But soon you'll be comfortable saying whatever you're thinking without worry about if it's ok. With me EVERYTHING is ok." "That's kind a neat. At home they treat me like a little girl -- like I'm six years old." "You're still their 'baby.' But, to me, you're a woman, who wants some lovin'." "Yeah. Sometimes I touch myself at night in bed and close my eyes and imagine I'm in the forest by a lake and a handsome man is touching me -- it's HIS hand, not mine -- and I get all slimy down there and then I like shake and spaz out. It feels sooooo good when I do." "Yeah. everyone does that." "But mom says that's nasty and I shouldn't do it." "Well, here's one case where mom is wrong. It's natural and everyone does it. I'll bet she did it, too, when she was your age." "So, why does she say it's 'nasty'?" "I think most moms are just being protective the only way they know how." "Protective?" "Yeah. They're afraid their little girls might have a baby at 14 or 15." "So, how does touching myself make me have a baby?" "It doesn't. But moms figure that if you enjoy touching yourself too much then you're likely to let a boy touch you and you'll like it even better and you'll let him put his penis inside you and he might just cum inside you and get you pregnant." "So, does it feel better?" "Way better." She thought about that fow a while. "What time is it?" "It's ten to four." "We're early. Can we just park for a while and talk?" "Sure." I turned right on Manning and found one of those elusive Westwood Village parking places. Monica was silent as I pulled in and turned off the ignition. "So, she continued, "if I let you touch me there, would I like it better?" "I'm sure you would." "And would I want you to put your ...umm...thing inside me?" "Probably." "Then maybe I shouldn't." "Shouldn't what?" "Shouldn't let you touch me there." Damn! I could see my opportunity slipping away. "No, there are other options." "Like what?" "Like what your mom is afraid of is that somehow you might get pregnant. It's not that she doesn't want you to have pleasure. What she worries about is that some ignorant boy will not use a condom and will cum inside you. A condom removes the risk. Besides, there are also other things that give pleasure -- almost as much as having sex." "Like what?" "Like oral sex." "Oh," she said quietly. That's where a girl sucks a guy's ... umm...dick? Carla said there were some pictures of that, too." "Yes. That's how she gives him pleasure without having sex. And he can lick her pussy..." "Yuck! That's just sooooo gross!" "Not really." "Whatever. Anyway, I know guys like girls to suck them -- give them blowjobs. A lot of girls I know -- the ones who can go out on dates -- say they've done it and it's not too bad." "So that's why girls give blowjobs to their boyfriends -- it's part of the 'giving' in sex. And guys enjoy licking pussy because they know it makes their girlfriends happy." "I don't think any of the guys do that for their girlfriends." "Probably not. Not in Jr High School, anyway. I suspect most boys your age feel just like you did, that licking pussy might be gross. They're quite willing to have a girl suck them but they won't suck a girl back in return." "Do you do that with girls?" "Yeah. Guys finally figure out that pussy can taste really, really good and that a woman's sexual scent mostly comes from there. So, licking and sucking pussy gives a guy a head full of awesome stuff." "Do you want to do that to...I mean with me?" "If you'll let me. I'd like to show you how wonderful it feels to the girl, too. My tongue feels a lot better down there than my finger does -- or yours." "I'll think about it," she said quietly as she was obviously beginning to right then. "We better go now." I drove her over to Broxton and let her out just up the street from the theaters there, then made a left and went back to my apartment. It was too late to go to the beach and my head was still awash in the experiences of the past few hours. ----------------------- I love the feel of a woman's skin next to mine. I like it's silky smoothness and the smell of her soap or cologne. Monica's skin was softer and smoother than any I've felt, probably because of her age. It was supple like no other, not a wrinkle anywhere and it smelled only of soap and maybe a little of her perspiration. It was a heady scent made even better by the sight of her curves -- arms, legs, neck, hips, shoulders, breasts. I spent the afternoon and much of the evening rehashing the day in my mind. She was not yet a teen but she was, in her innocence, the most exciting girl I've ever been with. I had had only one virgin before and it wasn't fun, seeing and hearing her pain as her hymen was broken. I'Ve never understood why guys want virgins. I'm quite happy to have someone else do the dirty work and leave only pleasure to me. On the other hand, she might be one of those girls, usually active in sports, who manage to break their own cherries. I knew as sure as I know anything, however, that no one had as yet entered her love tunnel and I fully intended to be the first, pain or no pain. Actually, I rationalized, I would probably -- no, certainly -- be more careful, understanding and supportive than anyone else, young or old, as I opened her up. What I was looking forward to was the SECOND time, when all she would feel was the pleasure of my cock filling her and stroking her from deep within. The first time had to be something that made her want a second time. It was after nine o'clock that evening that the phone rang. I snapped out of my reverie and realized that I hadn't eaten dinner or even turned the lights on. I was sitting in the dark. "Hullo," I said, lifting the receiver. "Hey!" she said. "Monica?" "Yeah, it's me," she giggled. "What's up?" "Umm... I had a good time today," she said in hushed tones. "So did I." "It's like...umm...I wanna see you again." "You will, on Tuesday." "No. Before then. I can't wait 'til Tuesday. My parents told me they're going to some kind of benefit on Friday." "I work Fridays." "How late?" "Usually until ten." "Oh, shit...I mean darn." "I'm sorry." "Yeah. I want to do stuff with you so much. I can't wait 'til Tuesday." "We have to." "Yeah, I guess." She paused for a while -- a long while, then, "Are you on AIM?" "No, but I use ICQ sometimes." "I have ICQ. What's your name there?" "luvzgurlz1988." "Cool. Can we chat there?" "Sure." "Tonight?" "Yeah, what time?" "Now, silly." "I guess so." "Ok. I'm getting on now. Look for me; I'm "zzzgirl." "Ok." "Bye." "See ya in a minute." Holy shit. I had to turn on some lights and I was hungry as hell. Nuts. I could do that later. I found the computer and waited for it to boot up... and waited... and waited. Geez! What an eternity! I clicked on the ICQ icon and waited some more. Finally, the little "Available for chat" flower and then, success -- a loud buzzer sound and the flashing "System Notice" signal. It was zzzgirl asking to ad me to her contact list. I clicked "Authorize" and then "Add" and we were together, even though separated by about five miles. "hey," she typed and added a little smiley face. "Hey," I typed back and added a little devil smiley. "ur BAD!," she responded. "You knew that." "ya..... i had a really good time today." "You said that." "ya. i liked it when u sucked my boobs." "I thought you would." "i couldn't say that on the phone. somebody might hear me." "It's ok. I knew you liked it." "i guess it kinda showed." "Yeah." "i want u 2 do it again." "Good, I want to." "i want u 2 lick my pussy 2." "Mmmm. Good." "n i wanna suck ur thing." "Even better." "does that make me a really bad girl?" "Yeah, but that's GOOD." "hehehehe. tell me what you would do." "Will do." "k. can we get naked right away?" "I'd like that." "mmmmm. so tell me." "Ok. First, what are you wearing?" "shorts n a shirt." "And you're home alone?" "no but i'm in my room." "Ok. Get naked." "now?" "Yeah." "k. brb............... k. i feel funny. i never did this b4." "Ok. Now imagine that I'm under the table (or desk) on my hands and knees." "k' "You feel my hands on your knees as I spread them apart. You feel my lips as I kiss the insides of your legs, one after the other, just above your knees." "mmmm." "Now I slide my hands upward very slowly about halfway, my fingertips just brushing your skin. (You can touch yourself as I do this so you can imagine that your hands are my hands. Tell me what you feel as we go along.)" "k" "I leave my hands resting on your legs as I begin to kiss the insides of your thighs, tiny little butterfly kisses moving upwards little by little. First one thigh, then the other." "feels good." "I spread your legs wider to make room for my head as I move higher and higher, kissing softly along the way." "mmmmm. i'm getting all wet down there." "Good. Just relax and enjoy. Soon I reach the point where your leg meets your body. Mmmm. I can see your wetness. I can see your little pussy opening for me. I can see how it unfolds, shining and warm and wet for me." "ya" "I kiss all around it but never touch it. I kiss just outside each side, licking you there, too. Mmmmmm. I can smell your perfume as you become aroused..." "i'm not wearing perfume." "You are now, sweetie. Your body is producing juices between your legs that have an unmistakeable odor, an odor that drives men wild. I can smell it from here." "u can?" "Hahaha. No, but I can imagine it and how your sexual odor would be if I were really there." "k." "Your inner lips are swelling and opening for me. I center my face over your wet, hot pussy and slowly approach. When I can, I extend my tongue and reach down to the very bottom of your slit, touching it only with my tongue. I probe, insinuating my tongue between your lips and deep into the furrow. Then I draw it upwards, plowing deep, higher and higher, until I feel your sweet little clitty. I prod it..." "ohmigod!" "...with my tongue, pushing it to and fro, up and down." "oh, fuck. that feels so good." "Now I wrap my lips around it and suck it -- hard. My tongue flicks the tip again and again as I suck your little clitty deep into my mouth." "ohhhhhhhh." "Now I alternate: long, deep upward strokes, bottom to top and then sucking your clit." "ohmigod. i'm cumming...." "I move slower as I feel your pussy contracting, your hips pressing it upwards against my face..." "oh, god, oh...oh...oh..." "I hold still while you recover, then, with a soft kiss, I lean back. How was that?" "awesome!!! i never came like that before. that was the best ever." "Don't you play with yourself sometimes." "well, ya, sometimes at night when i'm in bed." "And you never came like that?" "no. i mostly just touch myself. but mom says nice girls don't do that so i just do it sometimes -- not often." "Nice girls don't have any fun." "ya hahaha" "So, we can do that on Tuesday, if you want." "i want." "Good." "n Iiwanna suck ur thing 2. "I'd like that." "will u show me how? i've never done it b4." "My pleasure." "can I ask u a question?" "Sure." "what's it like 2 go all the way? 2 do it?" "You mean have sex? It can be wonderful, with the right person." "does it hurt?" "It might, but just for a minute and only the first time." "i think I'd like to have sex some time -- with you." "Well, let's go one step at a time. There are many things we can do for your pleasure without having actual sex. We should do those things first and then, if you feel ready, we can go further." "k" "It's important to go slowly, so you're always ready for the next step. If I go too fast it'll ruin it for you; pleasure becomes fear, anxiety and guilt. When a man and a girl make love, it should always be because BOTH want it and BOTH get pleasure from it. Sometimes young girls feel like they're in love with a guy when they have sex with him. Love is a lot more than just sex. When you feel anxious to be with me, understand that it's just sex and pleasure, not love." "k" "Can you do that?" "i guess so but i want to be with u now. i know it's not love but u make me feel so good i want u 2 do it over and over." "Yeah. Me, too. But that's because it's something new and it feels so good." "i'm gonna touch myself tonight and dream about u." "I'm gonna do that, too." "really?" "Yeah. I'm gonna touch myself and think of you until I cum." "ohmigod. ur really gonna do that?" "Yes." "that's sooo kewl." "Let's go to bed now." "k. wow, ya it's late " "Hugs and kisses, my sweet." "kisses 4 u 2. bye." "'Bye." "can we chat again?" "Add me to your list. If you see me online, just msg me." "k bye" With that her flower went to "offline" and I was left to my thoughts which, I must say, were definitely impure. ----------- more later ----------- Read all my stories at: /files/Authors/cyberguy (Copy and paste this address into the address window at the top of your browser window.) Needless to say, this story belongs to me. You can share it with friends but son't rip it off for any kind of personal gain without my written authorization. ------------------------- I write, usually about a young girl and an older man, for my own pleasure. My stories usually have a kernel of an actual event in them but they are sheer fantasy. I will sometimes see a young girl at the market or riding a bicycle or waiting in line with friends for a movie and my body will literally twitch with excitement. Not just ANY girl; some girls. There is no way I would ever approach one of these girls but I do fix an image in my mind of their faces, figures, clothes and body language. I then dream, like a perverted Walter Mitty, about what might have happened had we actually met. I always enjoy comments, good or bad. Nice things encourage me to write more. Critical things encourage me to write better. Please encourage me, one way or another, by emailing me at: CYBERGUY20038@YAHOO.COM Thanks.