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 Summary: Lizzie visits her friend's house because she needs to talk.  But
her friend is away and only her friend's dad is home, so she decides to
talk to him about her problems with boys.  Dad identifies what is really
causing Lizzie's troubles and he helps her to remedy the situation.

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NOTES:
1) I have other stories under Lauren Blue Eyes and a couple as LaurenMom
at www.storiesonline.net.  (http://storiesonline.net/auth/Lauren_Blue_Eyes)



   2) Prompted by some readers' suggestions, I decided to put a dad in this
story.  I don't think I've ever included one up til now.  Much of the Nate
character is based on my husband, whom I love dearly.  And, the Lizzie
character is heavily based on one of our kids' friends.  I really enjoyed
writing this story, which is slightly different than my usual fare.  Hope
you liked it!

   send feedback to: laurenmom@caress.com
Story: Lizzie Came by LaurenMom (Mf, reluc, cons, mast) (Jan 2010)

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   "Lizzie...hi," Nate Summers said when he saw who was at the door.

   "Hi, Mr.  S.," Lizzie replied.  "Is Alexa here?"

   "Oh, Honey, no.  Didn't she tell you she was going to basketball camp
this weekend?"

   "Oh, yea.  I guess she did.  Um...is Mrs.  S.  home?"

   "No, Lizzie.  I'm sorry.  She's not either.  She went up north to visit
her mom for the weekend."

   Nate surveyed Lizzie and sensed she was upset about something.

   "Lizzie, Honey...are you O.K.?"

   "Not really...," Lizzie replied meekly as tears began to well in her
eyes.

   "Oh...," Nate replied sympathetically, "what's wrong, Hon?  Do you wanna
come in for a minute?"

   Lizzie nodded her head.  Nate stepped back to allow her to enter, then
he closed the door and followed her into the living room.

   "Sit down, Lizzie," Nate said as he gestured toward the couch.  "What's
wrong, Honey?"

   "Oh, Mr.  S.," Lizzie said through her tears, "I don't want to bother
you with my stupid problems."

   "Lizzie, you know perfectly well that we love you like one of the
family. You've been my daughter's best friend since you guys were in Junior
High.  I'm sorry Alexa and Janice aren't here to talk to you.  But I'm more
than happy to listen.  And it won't be any kind of a bother.  You're very
important to us, you know."

   "Oh...you're always so sweet, Mr.  S."

   "We all care about you, Lizzie.  You really are family.  Now if you
want, you can tell me what's wrong.  But neither Alexa or Mrs.  S.  will be
home until sometime Sunday afternoon."

   Lizzie pondered for a moment whether or not she was really bothering
Nate.  She actually wanted to get a man's perspective, which she knew her
own father would not be able to give objectively on the topic she needed to
talk about.  She decided to give it a try.

   "It's my boyfriend...well, ex-boyfriend...well, I don't know what he
is."

   "Are you talking about that Vince guy that I've heard you and Alexa
talking about for a while now?"

   "Yes, that's the one."

   "Tell me what happened, Lizzie.  What has you so upset?"

   "Vince has been sending me these text messages and saying he wants to
see me."

   "Oh.  Well, are you broken up, or are you still not sure where you are
with him?"

   "I thought we were broken up.  I know he has a new girlfriend.  At least
one, maybe more."

   "Maybe he wants to get back together with you."

   "Yea, maybe.  Can I read you one of the messages, Mr.  S.?"

   "Sure, go ahead."

   Lizzie took her phone out of the pocket of her jeans and quickly found
Vince's most recent text message.

   "Hey...wassup?" Lizzie read aloud.  "Are you gonna meet me or not?  I
can't wait all night.  I'm tired of your shit.  Tell me soon or I'm gonna
go to Gabriella's."

   "Sounds like a nice guy," Nate said as he rolled his eyes.

   "That was one of his nicer messages," Lizzie replied.

   "Who's Gabriella?"

   "One of his new girlfriends."

   "Well, Lizzie...I don't really get it.  If he has new girlfriends,
however that works, why is he trying to meet you?"

   "I don't know.  Like you said...maybe he wants to get back together with
me."

   "I think I'm retracting that statement at this point.  Can you read me
another message?"

   Lizzie nodded and said, "This was from earlier." She read, "Hey.  It's
been a while.  Are you busy tonight?  We should hook up."

   "Ah, I think I see," Nate said.  "Does he mean, 'hook-up' in the way I
think he does?"

   Nate immediately felt embarrassed to have asked Lizzie such a personal
question.

   "I'm sorry, Lizzie...I shouldn't have asked...I'm sorry."

   "It's O.K., Mr.  S.  No problem.  Yes, it does mean that."

   "So, if I understand what you're saying, he has one or more new
girlfriends, but he's trying to get you to meet him and have sex with him.
Is that how you take that message?"

   "Probably.  But that wasn't the worst of the messages."

   Lizzie read several more of Vince's messages aloud for Nate.  He was
shocked to hear the boy refer to Lizzie as "bitch" and "whore" more than
once.

   "Lizzie, Sweetheart...I really can't believe you're even considering
seeing this guy when he calls you names like that.  Especially when it's
pretty clear that all he wants is sex before he goes out and has it with
one of his other girls."

   Nate noted that saying the word "sex" was feeling a bit more routine; a
bit less uncomfortable for him.

   "I know!" Lizzie said as her tears started up again.

   "Honey, you just don't deserve this kind of crap.  You're such a
wonderful girl.  Why don't you just tell him to go to hell?"

   "Because I don't want to be alone!"

   Nate was once again surprised at what he had heard.  He was also angered
enough at Vince that he had a brief vision of himself driving to the kids
house and punching him out.  Nate smiled internally to have such a macho
thought.  But he did truly care for Lizzie like one of his own and his
anger was genuine.

   "Alone?  Lizzie, you have to be kidding me.  There must be twenty guys
lined up wanting to go out with you."

   "Not really," she replied as she got her tears under control again.

   "Seriously?  Lizzie, that really surprises me.  I mean, you're such a
sweet girl, you're smart and funny.  And you're really beautiful."

   Once again Nate had spoken before thinking through his sentence.  He
felt awkward about commenting on Lizzie's looks, even though what he had
said was true.  Lizzie was regarded as an extremely attractive young woman
by everyone who knew her.

   "No, I'm not," Lizzie countered.

   "Lizzie, do you really think that?  Honey, you absolutely are.  It's
really not up for debate.  You're very, very attractive."

   The fact that Lizzie rejected his comment made Nate feel a bit better
about saying such things to his daughter's friend.  He felt a little less
like a dirty old man.

   "That's so sweet, Mr.  S.  But I just don't think it's true."

   "Honey, why on earth not?"

   "Are you kidding?  I'm too fat, my hair is terrible, my eyes are too
small, my smile is crooked, and so is my nose."

   Nate tried hard to keep from saying the thought that immediately came to
mind, which was, "Are you fucking crazy?"

   "Lizzie, Honey," he said, this time thinking through his words more
carefully, "those things are absolutely untrue.  I can't imagine that
anyone thinks about you that way."

   What Nate said was on target with what most people thought of Lizzie,
with the possible exception of the girls who were so jealous of her looks
and charm that they couldn't help but criticize her at every opportunity.
The girl was considered a knockout, or a "Hottie" in the vernacular of her
peers.  Lizzie had the kind of figure that Nate appreciated most.  She was
fairly petite, just five feet two inches, but she had what might be
considered perfect curves.  Her small frame carried breasts that at times
seemed a bit too big for her, but which few could deny were truly
spectacular.  She had a small waist which made her breasts look even
bigger. It also accentuated what some considered to be the perfect round
bottom.  And Lizzie was the only person who would ever dream of using the
word "fat" to describe her.

   But the much of Lizzie's attractiveness transcended her curvaceous
little body.  Lizzie had a face that said both, "I'm the sweet and innocent
girl-next-door," and "I wanna be fucked." (Although her attitude reflected
the first statement more than the latter.) In his moments of lustful
thoughts Nate thought of Lizzie as, "slutty-pretty." Her long, naturally
blonde hair framed facial features that were indeed very, very pretty.  Her
eyes were a dazzling blue that people commented on regularly.  But her
"crooked smile," as she referred to it, was the crowning touch that made
Lizzie uniquely appealing.  It did not take away from her beauty, but it
added an air of playfulness and sometimes even snotty aloofness (which was
in no way played out in her personality) that really set her apart from
other pretty girls.

   "Sweetheart," Nate continued, "I would be impolite if I went into any
more detail.  But you are very beautiful.  You're one of the most
attractive young women I've ever known.  And, trust me...no one in their
right mind would ever, ever consider that you could ever be 'fat.'"

   Nate could not believe he had just spoken so directly about his
daughter's friend, whom he had known for so many years.  What's more, he
knew he meant every word, which gave him a slight twinge of guilt.  But the
guilt was quickly chased away by a rush at having vocalized the thoughts he
had so many, many times while in Lizzie's presence.

   "Ohhhhhh...Mr.  S.!  You are the sweetest thing ever!"

   Lizzie showed her fetching smile through her tears, which were finally
waning.  She practically jumped at Nate and threw her arms around him for a
hug.  Nate was always aware of Lizzie's big breasts whenever she hugged
him. And this was no exception.  He felt his face getting flushed from
embarrassment.  He was glad that Lizzie didn't seem to notice.

   "Lizzie," Nate said as the girl withdrew from the embrace, "you really,
really deserve so much better than someone who talks to you like that and
who acts that way.  You're worth too much to be treated like a sex doll."

   This time Lizzie could not help but feel the irony in hearing a term
like "sex doll" come from prim and proper Mr.  S.  Before he could feel
embarrassed, Nate saw the expression on Lizzie's face and they both burst
out laughing.  When they finally calmed down, Lizzie spoke first.

   "Ohhh!  Mr.  S.!  That was soooo funny!"

   "Lizzie, I'm so sorry," Nate said as he recovered from his own fit of
laughter and felt awkward again.  "I shouldn't be speaking to you like
that. And I'm making all kinds of inappropriate assumptions.  I'm really
sorry."

   "What do you mean?" she asked.

   "Well, I'm just assuming that you're...you know...sexually active.  I
really have no idea about that.  And, it is absolutely none of my business
whatsoever."

   "It's totally O.K., Mr.  S.  I'm not shy about it at all.  I've had sex
with Vince from the beginning.  I've had sex with all my boyfriends for at
least like, five years now."

   Nate did not want to consider the reality of that statement, since it
would mean both that nineteen-year-old Lizzie had been having sex since she
was fourteen.  Further scary was the possibility that his own daughter
Alexa, who was exactly Lizzie's age, was having sex as well.

   "Wow.  Well, Lizzie, all I can really say about that is that I really,
really hope you're not being used by these guys."

   "What makes you think that?"

   "Honey, what I mean is that it doesn't sound like Vince treats you very
well at all.  But you're sexually active with him."

   "So?"

   "Lizzie...you are an incredible catch!  You have so, so much to offer,
in so many ways.  Any guy should be treating you like a queen before he
even gets a chance to be intimate with you.  But I'm afraid that's not the
case."

   "I don't really understand what you mean, Mr.  S."

   "Honey...I guess what I'm trying to say is, it seems like you're giving
it away too easily.  There's nothing that says you have to have sex with
these guys.  That's totally up to you...one hundred percent.  And
furthermore, if these other guys treat you the way Vince does, not one of
them should come anywhere close to the privilege of...having you...I
mean...of getting to...with you..."

   Nate felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him once again.  He looked
away from Lizzie in an attempt to hide it.  It didn't work.

   "Oh, Mr.  S.!" Lizzie said.  "It's sooooo cute that you're embarrassed
to talk about this!"

   "I'm sorry again, Lizzie.  I really shouldn't be speaking to you about
all that."

   "No, seriously, Mr.  S.  It's totally, totally fine.  I don't mind at
all.  Nobody ever talks to me like this...so seriously, I mean.  I actually
really appreciate you being so honest with me."

   "I'm glad, Lizzie.  I just don't want you to feel anything but love and
respect from me."

   She grabbed Nate for another hug, this time more powerfully than before.
And she held the hug for much longer.

   "What was that for?" Nate asked.

   "I don't know, Mr.  S.  I just feel so safe with you and I so much
appreciate you listening to me." She paused to think.  "But there's one
thing that I'm not sure you really understand."

   "What's that, Honey?"

   "You do know that the guys I go out with EXPECT to have sex, don't you?"

   "Lizzie...of course I do!  But what YOU don't seem to understand is, YOU
DON'T HAVE TO GIVE THEM SEX!  At least not ONLY on their terms.  I mean, do
you just do whatever they want, whenever they want it?"

   "Well, yea," Lizzie replied with a genuine look of confusion.

   "Honey, do they even reciprocate?"

   "What do you mean?"

   "I mean..." Nate halted again, realizing he was at the edge of risky
waters.  "Honey...clearly you um...satisfy these guys, right?  I mean,
you...and they..."

   "Oh...yea!" she said with a chuckle.  "Of course.  Of course I do...and
they do!  They finish!"

   Nate groaned internally at how explicit the conversation was becoming
and at how incredibly at ease Lizzie was with it.

   "O.K.  I get that.  They get what they want.  Um...do they satisfy you
in return?"

   Lizzie opened her mouth to give a quick reply and she was amazed to find
that she had none.  She stopped to consider Nate's words.  Finally, she
asked for clarification.

   "Um...I don't mean to sound dumb.  But, what do you mean by that?"

   Nate wondered how he could explain without being instantly branded a
pervert.

   O.K., let's see.  Well, you know what I mean, don't you?  You have,
sexual relations, in one way or another.  And the guys...how do you say it
these days...?  Oh, O.K.  The guys have a 'happy ending.' You said they
did, right?"

   Nate's shy awkwardness brought laughter erupting from Lizzie once again.
Nate simply shook his head at himself for being such an idiot.  Lizzie read
his expression perfectly.

   "Oh, Mr.  S.!  Please...I'm not laughing at you.  Don't be embarrassed!
It's just that I didn't expect to hear you say THAT.  It was so funny!"

   "Oh well, Sweetheart.  You get the point, right?" He hoped to move on
quickly.

   "Sure I do.  I know what you meant, now.  And yes, they do.  Always."

   "O.K.  So, my question remains...do you?"

   Another puzzled look spread across Lizzie's face.

   "Lizzie, Honey...it's pretty simple.  Do any of these guys take the
time, make the effort that you do, in order to give you...you know...a
happy ending?"

   This time rather than burst out laughing, Lizzie looked very serious as
she considered Nate's question.

   "I...um...I don't know.  I guess I'm not really sure."

   Now it was Nate's turn to look puzzled.

   "Lizzie...what do you mean?  What do you mean, you don't know?  How can
you not be sure?"

   "I...just don't know."

   "Well, Honey...how can...?  I mean, either you do or you don't."

   "I do or I don't what?"

   "Oh, Man...," Nate said, feeling slightly exasperated.  "Are you really
going to make me say this?" He waited for Lizzie to answer, but she simply
continued to look at him cluelessly.  "Lizzie...do any of these guys give
you orgasms?"

   Lizzie's look went from confusion to disbelief...not because of what
Nate had asked, but because she did not know how to answer him.

   "Mr.  S....," she began, "Um...maybe?  I...I really don't know."

   "Are you serious, Lizzie?  You're not just messing around with me, are
you?"

   "Mr.  S., I swear...I don't know.  Is that possible?  Is it possible
that I don't know?"

   "Wow," Nate replied.  "I guess.  I guess it's possible.  But I think
that might mean..."

   "Might mean what?"

   "It might mean, that you've never had one.  Could that be true?"

   "Well...I don't know...I...I really don't think about that."

   "Sweetheart...I'm thinking that if you don't KNOW if you've ever had an
orgasm, then you probably never have."

   "Shit!" Lizzie exclaimed.  "I think you're right!  I don't think I ever
have!"

   "Lizzie...don't you...you know...touch yourself?"

   "Yea, once in a while, I guess.  But...not all that much."

   "I don't know what to say, Honey.  I mean, I think that, before you can
expect a guy to satisfy you, you need to figure out what it feels like
to...you know...to...climax."

   "You mean, to cum, right, Mr.  S.?" Lizzie said with a grin.

   "Yes, Lizzie.  That's what I mean," he replied, noting that he was
starting to get the hang of this frank discussion.  "I think you should go
home and do a little private exploring.  Figure out what feels good to you.
You'll figure it out, I promise."

   "What if I can't?  I don't think I can do it by myself."

   "Well, maybe Vince...no.  Scratch that thought.  I don't think you
should go back and do anything with Vince, ever."

   "No, I don't want to anymore either."

   "Lizzie, aren't there any decent guys that you spend time with?  Guys
that really care about you, who want what's best for you, who aren't out
only for themselves?"

   Lizzie thought for a few long moments.

   "Well, there is this one guy who fits that description."

   "Great.  Well, see if that guy can help you figure it out.  See if he
can explore with you and help you make it happen.  Who's the guy...if you
don't mind me asking?"

   Lizzie gave Nate another big hug.  But this time rather than draping
herself over him, she actually climbed onto his lap and wrapped her arms
around his neck, squeezing him tightly.

   "Lizzie...take it easy Sweetheart," Nate exclaimed.  "Anyway, you don't
have to tell me who the guy is."

   Lizzie leaned back from her embrace.

   "But I want to tell you," she said very earnestly.  "You."

   "Wha...what?" Nate asked.  "Me what?"

   "It's you.  You're the only guy who fits that description.  You care
about me.  I know that so much.  And it's so important to me.  I want you
to help me figure it out."

   "Lizzie!  You can't be serious.  Stop this right now.  Come on, Lizzie.
That wasn't what I meant at all."

   "I know it wasn't.  It wasn't your idea at all.  But you're the only
one, Mr.  S.  You're the only man I know who cares about me like that,
except of course my dad."

   "Right...well, I really don't think he can help you.  But Lizzie,
seriously..."

   "You care about me, you know me, you care about more than yourself..."
She paused and looked into Nate's eyes.  "You love me, Mr.  S.  And
besides, the guys I know are all about my age.  But I'd much rather have
someone show me who knows what they're doing."

   "Lizzie, now this has to stop.  What you're suggesting is...it's insane
and impossible."

   "You said you think I'm attractive, Mr.  S.  You think I'm hot, don't
you?"

   Lizzie pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows playfully.

   "Lizzie, it's hardly that.  You're absolutely gorgeous.  But you're
nineteen!  You're my daughter's best friend!  This is ridiculous.  Let's
cut this out right now.  Please, sit back on the couch, Honey."

   Lizzie moved from Nate's lap.  She mocked a pout and a look of
dejectedness, which made Nate think she was going to let him off the hook.
But after she dismounted him, she lay back on the couch and began to
unbutton her fly.

   "Lizzie, no!"

   "Please, Mr.  S., you don't even have to do anything.  Just watch and
tell me what to do.  I know you can do it.  I know I can do it with your
help."

   Nate became aware of two things in the next few moments.  First, he knew
that Lizzie's hand was already inside her pants and had quickly reached its
target.  Secondly, he realized that he had gotten an erection.

   "Tell me what to do, Mr.  S.," Lizzie said as she moved her hand up and
down inside her pants.  "It feels really good so far."

   "Lizzie, please..." Nate said in an attempt to protest.

   He knew he should leave the room.  He wanted no part of this.  But
through a combination of pure rationalization and genuine care for this
young girl, he began to tell himself that she really did need help.  And
who was there to offer it?  The guys she hung around with were part of the
problem.  She was right that they were only interested in their own
satisfaction, not hers.  But if she didn't know what she needed, what felt
good to her, then how could she ever direct anyone else to give it to her?

   "Mmmmm...it feels really good.  I'm all wet.  What should I do now?"

   "Oh, Lizzie...I can't...I shouldn't...I...shit.  Can you slip your jeans
down?"

   Nate could not believe the words had come from his own mouth.  Lizzie
did as he had instructed.  The hand that had been in her crotch now
surfaced, shimmering with her wetness.  She put it and her other hand on
the waistband of her pants and pushed them down.  She raised her hips so
the pants could clear her bottom.

   "Can you help me?" Lizzie said, looking into Nate's eyes.

   He moved back on the couch, pulled off each of Lizzie's shoes, then
grasped the cuffs of her jeans and pulled them off of her.  Lizzie felt
immediately more free.  She shifted herself and spread her legs slightly,
then wasted no time sliding the hand back inside her burgundy lace panties.

   "What now, Mr.  S.?"

   "Well, let your fingers get all wet.  Slide them around your...you
know..."

   "My pussy...say it...my pussy..."

   "Yes, Sweetheart.  Slide your fingers all around your pussy.  Does that
feel good?"

   "MMMMmmm-hmmmmm.  Yes it does, Mr.  S."

   "O.K.  Why don't you slide a finger or two inside?"

   "I'll try that.  OOoohhhh, I like that!" Lizzie crooned.

   Nate meanwhile felt his prick grow to full erection in his pants.  He
knew the most natural thing for him to do was to take it out and put it
inside of Lizzie.  He was confident she wouldn't object in the least.  He
knew he could make her cum.  And it wasn't like he hadn't thought about her
before.  He had thought about her endlessly.  But she was still his
daughter's friend, just like another daughter to him.  He couldn't possibly
consider fucking her.

   "Good, Lizzie.  That's good Honey.  Now, slide your fingers in and out
and run then them across your clit when you do it."

   Lizzie moaned more deeply.  She was clearly a quick study in the subject
of giving herself pleasure.  She leaned her head back and closed her eyes
as she navigated her vagina...something she had rarely done before.

   "It feels so good, Mr.  S.  Sooooo good."

   "All right, Lizzie.  You might need to add a little more to the act in
order to really get off.  Do you...oh, I can't ask you that."

   "What?  What Mr.  S.?  You can ask me or tell me absolutely anything."

   "O.K.  Well, do you enjoy having your breasts played with?"

   "Ummmmm..."

   In the midst of her diddling, Lizzie gave Nate another puzzled look.

   "I'm not sure," she said shaking her head.  "I know the guys love to
squeeze my tits.  And put their cock between them and stuff.  I like that
they like them so much."

   Nate got a twitch in his own hard cock as he envisioned teenage boys
sliding their erections in between Lizzie's beautiful breasts.  But it
stood to reason that, as with the rest of her gorgeous wonderland of a
body, everyone she had been with was interested in their own gratification
and not hers.

   "Well, Lizzie, I think you need to caress them too, with your other
hand. You might really like it."

   "O.K., Mr.  S."

   She took her free hand and began unbuttoning her blouse, while the other
hand kept working away inside her underwear.  Nate braced himself for the
fact that he just might be getting to see the tits he had ogled so many
thousands of times as they were developing, from little buds into the most
perfect ripe melons he could imagine.  Once she had her shirt open, Lizzie
began caressing one of her bra cups with her hand.

   "That does feel good...mmmmmm, really good, Mr.  S."

   "Try pinching your nipples, Lizzie."

   Lizzie tried to reach up for one of her straps in order to pull her bra
down, but realized she needed two hands to perform the act properly. 
Without saying a word, she gave Nate a look that said, "Will you please
help me?" Nate could not believe he was going to have his hands on Lizzie's
bra...on her body at all, in fact.  But he put his own lust aside in order
to be as helpful to her as he could.  He reached up to her bra straps and
slipped one off each of her shoulders, then pulled the cups down, revealing
the big tits he had admired over and over and over.  There they were...the
perfect big boobs.  Nate couldn't help but stare at them.  Their weight
responded to the law of gravity as they pressed down onto her body,
flattening out slightly, but still forming beautiful soft mounds that
jiggled up and down with Lizzie's diddling.

   Nate was so taken with Lizzie's fabulous chest that her next move caught
him off guard.  Lizzie took her free hand and grabbed one of Nate's. 
Without warning she pulled it to herself and planted it on her right
breast. His eyes bugged and he gasped audibly as his hand made contact with
the young girl's soft, warm flesh.

   "Please, help me, Mr.  S.  Please?"

   Lizzie put her hand on top of Nate's and squeezed it to her, forcing him
to grip her tit.

   "Oh, Lizzie, I..."

   "Please?"

   Nate could not refuse her at this point.  And after, it was only her
breast.  Nate began to firmly caress it, cupping it, stroking it, rubbing
it.  He switched his hand to the other breast, taking the nipple between
thumb and forefinger gently, then harder.  Lizzie quickly grabbed his free
hand and planted it on her other breast.  She immediately found that having
hands her breasts, when the hands belonged to someone who wanted to make
her feel good and not just get their own jollies, was a wonderfully
thrilling feeling.

   "Ohhh, Mr.  S.  That feels so awesome.  Squeeze my tits harder.  Harder.
Pinch my nipples!  Ohhh, yessss..."

   Lizzie was taking full advantage of the wetness between her legs.  She
made sure her entire hand was lubricated.  With rapid motions, she traced
her labia, slid fingers in and out of her hole, squeezed her firm clit,
swirled around it, then repeated everything over and over.

   "It's so good...it's so goood...but what do I do now?"

   "Just keep doing it, Sweetheart.  Just keep at it.  It should start
building soon.  It kind of feels like a huge itch that you just have to
scratch, but you can't quite reach it.  The more it itches, the more you
want to scratch it.  And when you finally reach that point, you'll feel
like you've never felt before."

   "AAaaahhhhhh, yessss, it's so good, it's so good, it's so good..."

   Nate knew well the feeling he was describing.  The hardness of his dick
had reached a height he couldn't remember it ever reaching.  It was aching
inside his pants.  He wanted nothing more than to tear off Lizzie's wet
panties and fuck the shit out of her.  He knew she would welcome it.  But
he couldn't bring himself to do it.  She kept rubbing away and he kept
fondling her breasts.  Nate knew Lizzie was enjoying herself immensely, but
it seemed like she needed a push over the edge, especially her first time.

   "Lizzie, can I try something that I think you'll like, a lot?"

   "Oh, Mr.  S., you can do anything, absolutely anything you want," Lizzie
replied in a husky voice.

   Nate removed his hands from the girl's big tits and moved them to her
hips.  Even though he wanted to rip her underwear to shreds and jump her,
he resisted the huge temptation.  But he did remove her panties, grasping
them from either side and pulling them down.  Lizzie raised her hips to
help him.  He brought the panties over her soft hips and her beautifully
padded behind, then slipped them down to her knees and finally past her
ankles and feet.

   Nate then returned his left hand to Lizzie's breast.  His right hand
began caressing the girl's thighs tenderly.  Down to her knees and up to
her crotch, then back down.  Finally, he reached his hand up, below the
hand Lizzie was rubbing herself with.  Nate immediately came in contact
with the very warm, very wet folds of Lizzie's pussy.  His middle finger
quickly found the hole he was looking for.  Nate figured that no one had
ever played with the girl's clit while anything else was inside her.  And
he knew he would soon remedy that.  Nate slid his middle finger inside
Lizzie, with his index finger following closely behind.  He knew before his
fingers were all the way in that this was paydirt.

   "Ohhh!  Ohhhh, shit!  Ohhhhh, fuck...FUCK!" Lizzie exclaimed loudly. 
"That's it...Ohhhhh, fuck!  AAahhh...ah...aha...ahhh..."

   "Is that good Honey?  You think you can do it?  Can you cum for me,
Sweetheart?  Can you cum for me?"

   "Oh!  Oh, fuck yes...fuck...  Oh...kiss my tits!  Fuck, please, kiss my
tits.  kiss my nipples!  Fuck!  Ohhhhh, I'm gonna cum...I'm
gonna...oooooohhhhhhh..."

   Knowing the girl was so close, Nate had no time to think.  He
instinctively followed her command, bringing his face down to her breasts
and kissing them immediately.  He planted fast, firm kisses on each breast,
then sucked one nipple then the other into his mouth.  He pinched one
nipple hard while biting the other between his teeth and licking it.  All
the while he kept stimulating Lizzie inside with his fingers.  And then,
finally, for the first time in her young life, Lizzie came.

   Nate was afraid the neighbors might think he was killing his wife or his
daughter from the way Lizzie screamed as she climaxed.  He also thought her
spasms would lift her body completely off of the couch as she convulsed
like a woman possessed.  Nate tried as hard as he could to keep her breast
in his mouth, but to no avail.  But he did keep pressure inside her pussy
with his fingers and he held tightly to her other breast with his left
hand.

   As Lizzie came down from the highest sexual peak she had ever reached
(by far), Nate could not help but plant gentle kisses on her breasts, her
shoulders, her neck and her face.  He slid his hand out from between her
legs and gently rested it on her thigh as her body returned to earth.

   "Ohhhh, fuck, Mr.  S.," she cooed at him.  "Holy, holy, holy shit."

   She smiled that captivating, crooked smile at him and mouthed the words
"thank you so much".  Nate felt a strange satisfaction in having brought
this sweet girl, who he truly cared about, to her first rocking orgasm,
even though he had not climaxed himself.  However, Lizzie had not
overlooked that fact.

   While Nate was still leaning over her, Lizzie reached her hand under him
and firmly squeezed the bulge in his pants.  She then grasped his belt
buckle and began to unbuckle it.

   "Lizzie, Sweetheart, what are you doing?"

   "What do you think I'm doing?"

   "I think you're taking my pants off."

   "Smart man," she replied, never taking her eyes from his.

   "But Honey...why are you doing that?"

   "Because you are gonna get the best fuck of your life, that's why."

   Lizzie unzipped his fly and slid her hand in, now grabbing his dick
through his briefs."

   "Lizzie, Honey, no...oohhhhhhh wowwww....No, I can't do that!"

   "You can't be serious, Mr.  S.  You just gave me the biggest, most
incredible ride of my life and you think you're not gonna fuck me?  I want
you so bad!  I can't wait for you to fuck me.  I've never, ever wanted
anyone to fuck me so badly."

   "Oh, No...Sweetheart, I can't."

   Lizzie had both of her hands on his sides, just as he had done with her
panties, and she was pulling his pants down.

   "You don't want to fuck me, Mr.  S.?  Why not?"

   "Lizzie, Sweetie, I can't tell you how much I want to.  I promise you, I
do."

   "Then what's the problem?"

   "Honey, I could never live with myself if I did.  You're nineteen,
you're one of the family.  You're truly like my own daughter.  I just
couldn't stand it if I were the kind of person who fucks his daughter's
friend when everybody else is away.  I care too much about you, and about
my family to do that."

   "You are unbelievable, Mr.  S.  I can tell how much you want to," she
said as she squeezed his amazingly erect dick.  "I know how much you like
me now, after everything you said.  I know you love me.  But I know how
much you care about me, too.  I can't believe that you're this hard, but
you won't put it inside me, because you care about me.  I think I'm gonna
be so happy I'm gonna cry myself to sleep tonight thinking about that. 
After I make myself cum a few more times, of course."

   "Oh, Lizzie, Honey...I'm so glad you understand.  You're so awesome,
Sweetheart.  I'm so happy for you.  Do that.  Go home and learn more about
what feels good to you.  Make yourself cum over and over."

   Nate was relieved that he was off the hook, even though he knew that
minutes after the girl left he was going to be jerking off thinking about
fucking her.  He stood up in order to help Lizzie to her feet.  As he did,
his pants fell to the floor, as she had already unbuckled and unzipped
them. The next thing he knew, Lizzie was on her feet and pushing him back
down on the couch.  She pulled his briefs down, grasped his prick and
dropped to her knees in front of him.

   "Lizzie, what are you doing?"

   "I understand why you won't fuck me, Mr.  S.  But I won't be able to
live with MYself if I leave you this way after what you just did for me."

   Before he could utter a word, Lizzie had his cock in her mouth and she
was going down on it...skilfully.  Clearly, even though the girl had never
before learned how to please herself, she had certainly figured out what to
do with a stiff dick.  Nate gasped and moaned as the teen girl swallowed
his pole to the hilt, gagging only slightly.  She came back up long enough
to spit saliva down his shaft before swallowing it again.  The next time
she came up, she took him out of her mouth and moved in to his crotch with
her body.  She lifted her tits with her hands, then brought one big breast
on either side of his now very slippery penis and squeezed them tightly
together.  She pumped up and down with him sliding in her cleavage
effortlessly.  On the downstroke, she took his glans in her mouth and when
she brought her tits back up, she spit more saliva into the cavern.

   When Nate's ejaculation came, Lizzie took his cock back in her mouth and
would not let it go until she had swallowed every single drop of his
cumshot.  Nate held his hands on her head, softly caressing her soft blonde
hair as he came in her mouth.  Only when she knew he had reached
equilibrium again did she get up off her knees and straddle him once more.

   "Don't worry.  You don't have to fuck me...today!" Lizzie said as she
hugged Nate once more around the neck.

   "Lizzie, I can't believe this happened."

   "Me either, Mr.  S.  I think you just changed a lot of things for me.  I
don't think I can ever possibly thank you enough."

   "You're so worth it, Sweetheart.  Now make sure that you remember how
great you are the next time you consider letting some clod get close to
you. And...you know...before you let him...get in your pants.  Promise?"

   "I promise.  Thank you, Mr.  S."

   "Glad you came, Lizzie," Nate said with his own coy grin.

   "Me too.  Me toooooo..." Lizzie crooned as they shared a final embrace.

   The End
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