Author: Pavel Nabokov
Keywords: Mf(~15), first, cons, rom, mast
Chapter Three – Getting the Car & Meeting the Family
Chapter Four – Return of the Jamie
Chapter Five – Dinner and a Movie
Chapter Six – Jamie in the Morning
© Copyright 2009 by, Pavel Nabokov
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Pain… awful pain… pulsing, throbbing head pain. Even blinking my eyes is excruciating. Not the act of blinking, but the savage light that was burning my irises as I partially open my eyes. My mouth was gritty, stale, and rancid. It felt like the floor of a stable full of Clydesdales in need of a good cleaning. Did it belong to someone other than me? Yea, it was that rank... no it was worse. But I was still breathing and could even feet my heart beating; at least once-and-awhile. Where was I? It didn’t smell right, or was that my own odor? If it was mine, I was in worse shape than I thought. I tried to adjust my position. Christ no! Don’t ever do that again! That was agony, and my right side was very angry at me for something. And just what the fuck had happened last night anyway?
Oh yea… I remember… I had way too much to drink with the guys. But why did they leave me there when they left? Shit! Every time I start thinking; the synapses in my brain fires shots of hostile electricity to some dumb nerve clusters that scream at me in agony. I don’t remember coming home… just how did I get here anyway?
I have to move. This position is really painful.
He rolled off his side onto his back.
OUCH! Oh well, it wasn’t as bad as my first try. Let’s see, I went to the bathroom just before we were supposed to leave.
Giggling a little now.
Yea, that’s when I bought the condom from the machine. That gal at the bar I was flirting with was either really cute, or it was a gay Sumo wrestler in drag. Never saw a condom wrapped in a white paper tube before… what the fuck was that all about?
NO, NO, NO… shut-up!
The sound of an old telephone was ringing at full volume next to where he lay.
Oh God… PLEASE make it stop!
He’d done it so often it was reasonably easy even in the shape he was in. His arm flopped over to the nightstand landing perfectly on the black handset of an old AT&T Princess phone and puts it to his ear. The voice on the other end waits and getting a wordless response questioningly says, “Eric? You there buddy?”
The sound waves moved up the external auditory canal and shortly after hit the ear drum on its way to the auditory nerve when Eric’s brain processes a sound louder than any rock concert anyone in the world has every heard. The sound reaches his brain, and everything goes haywire firing megawatts of electricity to every nerve in his head. He jerk’s the phone away tossing it from his ear and moans in abject pain. He makes a sound so chilling that the dogs outside start howling. He tries to speak… it doesn’t work the first time. But on the third try it does, much to his displeasure because his own voice causes him pain as well.
“Yea, Johnny… I’ll be okay… why did you bastards leave me there anyway?”
The phone is lying on the carpet where he dropped it. He can hear Johnny enough to understand him.
“We searched for you, but figured you slipped by us or went out the back door. Shit man, we even looked in the men’s room for you. What happened to you?
I can’t handle this. It’s all too freaky… “Shit Johnny, I was in the bathroom, how could you miss me?”
And then to top off this painful morning he hears the sweet sound of a woman’s voice, well at least sort of, and in the distance. Thank god she was speaking in a near whisper.
“You didn’t by a condom… you bought a tampon. You were likely in the ladies room when they came looking for you. You kept asking me last night why they packaged condoms that way. You wouldn’t believe me when I told you what was going on either. You are so stubborn when you’re drunk.”
This has to be the DT’s. I don’t think I brought anyone home with me last night, but where’s the voice coming from.
In the distance he hears Johnny asking more questions that he can’t answer… at least until he finds out for himself.
“Johnny… I’ll call you back later. Maybe tomorrow, I’m way fucked up but alive.”
Then, eyes closed, he turns to where the voice originated and says, “Whoever you are, please hang up the phone and unplug it from the phone jack.”
“Sure,” she said, and does it.
He didn’t even look at her, but he smelled her and it was way better than he smelled for sure.
“Do I know you?” He asks; a tad startled by this other voice and the mental intrusion as politely as he can muster; thinking it was the cute gal at the bar, and thank god not the Sumo wrestler unless he had a very feminine voice.
“You saved my ass last night – thanks. How you dropped him in your condition, I’ll never know, but I was really scared until you came along. I brought you home. I’ve never seen anyone half-way passed out before until last night. I think you were unconscious but you were still walking with a little help. I’m Jamie. You want me to get you anything?”
“Make strong coffee, and close the bedroom door. I need a shower and some toothpaste.”
“You need a scrub brush and lye soap,” she said. “You fell in a mud puddle at the construction site that was full of some really nasty stuff after he punched you in the side. I don’t know what you found in the mud but it was big, and long, and one whack at him dropped him quick,” she said as she closed the bedroom door.
Moving wasn’t as painful as before, nonetheless he had to be careful, he felt his flesh under the sheet. All he seemed to have on him was his boxers. In a sweeping move he tossed the sheet over to the other side of the bed and opened his eyes.
The light… damn the light… oh Christ that fucking hurts.
Carefully he swung his legs around as he tried to sit on the edge of the bed with his back facing the window. He caught his breath. His head spun just a little and then attempted standing. He felt like a half-hour old foal just trying to get its legs, as he walked to the bathroom.
The water felt good, but he had to steady himself by holding on to the wall. In a bit over thirty minutes the light wasn’t as painful as before. He was terribly excited that he wasn’t blinded by the near liter of whisky he drank the night before.
It was a long time coming, nearly two months since she left him. On the outside he appeared to be just fine, but inside the loss of her was eating at him. Last night, he regurgitated all of the pain from that event, along with several stomach fulls of fluids that could have killed Alien on the spot.
After three rounds of teeth scrubbing, and four gargles with some nasty mouthwash that burned like it was made by the devil as a practical joke, he ventured out into the bedroom, tossed on a t-shirt and some shorts and headed out of the bedroom towards the smell of coffee.
“You still here?” he asked as if she really wasn’t there and the voice he heard was just some mind numbing madness left over from last nights binge.
She came up from behind him and quietly said, “Yep… here, let me help you.”
He was a little startled that she wasn’t an illusion, but he didn’t even look at her as she helped him to the kitchen table and got his butt solidly in a chair.
“How do you take it?”
“Take what?” he said, forgetting why he was in the kitchen.
“Your coffee, silly. Boy you really tied one on last night. You do that often?”
“Two sugars and half-and-half; and not really. Last time I did something that stupid was back in college. Actually, I hardly have more than a couple of drinks a week.”
A steaming cup of coffee was put in front of him. It smelled really excellent too. As he picked up the cup and started to take a sip, she walked over to the other side of the table and sat down facing him.
“Wow… that’s really excellent,” he said shaking a little. As he put the cup down he peered across the table to see the voice. As his eyes focused he got more than a little concerned. His eyes bore into to hers.
“Well,” she said looking into his eyes, “There really is someone in there. Good morning… or is that a real stretch?
“What did you say your name was?”
“Jamie. Nice to meet you Eric.”
“Ahhh, Jamie… exactly how old are you anyway?”
“Fifteen next week,” she said honestly.
“So how come they were serving you booze at the bar last night? You have a fake ID?”
“I wasn’t at the bar last night or any other night. We met at the construction site. That’s where that ass hole tried to rape me. He dragged me there from nearly a half-block away.”
“What time was that?”
“Not sure, somewhere around two, I guess?”
“What’s a fourteen year-old girl doing out in that neighborhood that early in the morning?”
“The car broke down, not sure why?”
“Did you and the driver get separated?”
She looked confused then understood, “No… I was alone, I was driving home when the car stopped.”
“But you don’t have a driver’s license – who was driving?”
“Honest, I was. I’ve been driving for more than a year when I can get away with it.”
Eric put his hand up indicating he wanted her to stop talking. He had to think and that was really difficult right now. For maybe the next five minutes he sipped on his coffee as she drank hers. His mind was clearing some, but the rumble in his stomach told him there was probably more pain on the way. Every so often he would belch the most disgusting bile he’d ever tasted.
“Mind getting me some cereal… easy on the milk?”
Wordlessly she stood up and went looking for the cereal. She was pretty tall, and either skinny or small boned. She looked to young to be almost fifteen had she not been so tall. She wore those skin tight jeans that made tight hip huggers look like they were regular old-guy jeans. How she got her legs in the tight pant legs he hadn’t a clue. She was a leggy thing though, and her thighs weren’t much larger in diameter than her calves. Her halter top bared her midsection and from what he could see, she looked as flat as a pancake.
“Frosted Flakes, Granola, or Life?” She said.
“Life… make it a large bowl” He mumbled.
She snickered as she grabbed the box. Of course he noted that she took the Granola. Then she went to the fridge and seemed kind of stymied.
She said, “No non-fat or 2%?”
“Use water kid, it has the same affect. No, all I have is whole milk… real milk.”
She started to say something but decided against it.
“Mind if I have some OJ?”
“Take what you want, but watch out for anything that’s green. I need to clean out that fridge.”
“You want some OJ?”
“God no. I’ve got enough acid in my stomach and that wouldn’t work out real well this morning.”
She put the stuff on the table and sat down. After about three satisfying mouthfuls without any bitter consequences he said, “Not to be rude, but why are you still here?”
She smiled at him then frowned, “Well after helping your sorry ass get back here it was nearly three and I was beat, and I didn’t know if you’d survive the night – so I stayed.”
“Isn’t someone worried about you?” Hey… wait a minute, how did you know I lived here anyway?”
“You have a driver’s license. Those usually come with an address on them. I’m glad we were only about a half-mile away from here.”
“I don’t remember much of anything after I left the bar.”
“You didn’t say anything on the way here and your eyes were closed. I don’t weigh that much, and you’re no lightweight, but I managed.”
“Thanks Jamie. Ah, how did I get undressed?”
“Between your visits to the bathroom, I managed to get your cloths off. Your boots were the hardest. After that, everything else came off easy. You’re clothes were a real mess between the mud and the puke – damn they stunk something awful. I thought you’d sleep better with them off, but the smell only went away by half after I took them off. You smelled really horrible. Love your Superman boxers – they’re way cute,” she laughed. “Better change your sheets before you go to bed tonight.”
Almost finished with the cereal he said, “You seem to be avoiding the question about someone being worried about you.”
“Not really… but nobody is. My aunt and uncle are out of town, my little sister Jessica is at a sleepover, and my older brother doesn’t really care what I do. He’s probably pissed off that I took the car though. He wanted to use it last night, but I left before he caught me.”
“What about your mom and dad?”
“They died when I was five, I hardly remember them. My aunt and uncle took us in. They couldn’t have kids so we became their family. They’re really my mom and dad. They travel a lot, and leave us with Daniel because he’s nineteen. They won’t be back for another week. Besides we’re pretty self sufficient and they check-in with us all by calling our mobile phones. It’s a really good arrangement. As long as our grades are excellent in school, we do our chores and there’s a lot of them, and we don’t hang around with drug abusers or habitual drunks; they pretty much leave us alone. They’re very supportive though when we need their help.”
Eric was feeling better. The food certainly helped his stomach quiet down. He listened to her as she spoke, and it all seemed to ring truthful, but it seemed strange at the same time that the kids guardians would be so liberal – especially with young girls around.
As she talked to Eric, she looked him over as well. She loved his piercing light blue eyes. He had that Paul Newman look about him and was quite handsome. She figured him for being in his late twenties, but he looked younger. He had that sort of rugged baby-face look to him. He was muscular without overdoing it, and his light wavy sandy blond hair was thick and nicely cut, even if it was a bit too short for her tastes. He was probably six feet tall and not hairy at all from what she could see. Besides she liked to watch the sunlight reflect off the light wispy body hair on his arms.
His house was really tidy for a bachelor’s place, with nice furniture and while slightly eclectic, she liked it and him too. It surprised her when she found that his bed was made when she got him home last night, and the sheets looked like they had been changed recently.
She noted that there were only six cans of beer in the frig. Not American beer either. There were four Guinness’s and two cans of something else from England. She hated the smell of beer on any guy for some reason that she couldn’t remember. She didn’t like the stuff at all, unless it was served at dinner with German food, and it wasn’t American mainstream beer. Micro-brews were generally okay. Her brother loved beer and drank a few cans, or bottles a day, but never to excess. She had been raised with the notion that everything was okay as long as it was in moderation.
She finished drinking her OJ and said, “So why did you get so plotzed last night?”
“Long story,” he said. To make it short, my girlfriend broke up with me a couple of months ago. I thought I’d be okay after a week or so, but we’d been dating for about three years. So I tried to forget about her, but as I found out last night, her loss was eating at me. Last night it most of it came out. I don’t think it’s really over yet, I probably have some more grieving to do, but I’m on the mend.”
“None of my business but why did she split?”
He looked into her pretty grey eyes with a swirl of her streaked blond hair hanging across them and said, “She found another lover and was convinced that Lydia was her soul mate, so they ran off to California together.”
“You mean she was a lesbian?”
“Shit… how do I compete with a woman? Never had that experience before. Well she thinks she’s a lesbian. All I know is that no matter what happens, we’ll never be together again – ever.”
“Bruised male ego too much to handle,” she said seriously.
“Not really, though I must admit to some of that. It just all happened so fast. She’d only known her for like six-weeks. We had nearly three years, and it was good. I was planning on… oh well, that’s another story.”
Jamie took the dirty dishes over to the sink, rinsed them off and put them in the dishwasher. Eric was surprised by Jamie. She was at ease with him, and she seemed a bit too responsible for someone her age.
As she came back toward the table he said, “Just one more question, Jamie. Some guy snatches you off the street and tries to rape you. Another guy comes along, drunk out of his skull, and somehow gets the nasty rapist on the ground. Then you take the time to look in the drunk’s wallet, get his address and take him home, put him to bed, and then decide to sleep on the sofa. Now what would have happened to you if I decided to do something that would harm you?”
“You were hammered so last night I didn’t worry too much about you trying to get ugly with me. And in that condition, you took out a guy half-again as big as you were because he was messing with me. This morning, you were in agony, and if I’m right, and come on… did you even look at me until we were in the kitchen? That ass holes energy was really bad. I knew I was in for it as soon as he grabbed my arm. After you crawled out of the mud, I almost ran. But you looked up at me, and even for being as messed up as you were, you had a look of concern wondering if I was alright. Your energy was mellow and I just knew you wouldn’t mess with me. Hell, I owed you one, and I didn’t want you to wake up in the mud puddle. Besides who would want to mess with me anyway? According to my Doctor, I’m a late maturing teen. That’s not good being a sophomore in High School. I look like I belong in junior high, and all the guys are drooling for the built babes.”
“Hey kiddo, don’t sell yourself short, you really are beautiful, inside and out. You’re a class act, and if those dweebs can’t see it… trust me… someday… somebody will, and lucky for them when they do. Thanks for your help last night and this morning. It was really sweet of you. Dumb, but sweet nonetheless. Now I’m going to get dressed and then we are going to find your car, get it running and get you home.”
Leaving the kitchen and her speechless he went in to change clothes.
Jamie was surprised at his response. Maybe it was the booze talking, but she didn’t think so. He actually did care about her in some way, and to him she was a complete stranger… well almost. Jamie felt very comfortable with him, almost like she had known him for a long time.
She heard a crash in the bedroom, not a loud one, but that sound followed by very loud exclamation of, SHIT… Oh Christ! caused her to dash and open the bedroom door only to find Eric standing by the window with the sun and it’s full-on light streaming into the room. He was naked with his back side towards her and covering his eyes with his hand. The window shade had come off its mounts and was lying partially against the wall and the rest of the shade streaming across the floor. He stamped his feet in frustration, and turned away from the painful light to almost face her.
“Oops… sorry,” she exclaimed, as she ran out of the bedroom closing the door behind her. Then after taking a couple of breaths, she giggled to herself. It was her first look at a grown mans package, and she liked what she saw.
There was some mumbling in the bedroom and Jamie heard him try and recover the window shade. She thought, What a cute bottom he has… nice and firm, and I was right he’s not hairy at all. But when he turned around… now that was yummy, she thought. He must trim his pubes, but his cock was a lot nicer looking than many of the photos she had seen of naked men. He’s big, but not huge, and it isn’t as ugly as I thought it might be.
Then she heard him say, “Please knock the next time?”
She turned red at his reply and her vision of seeing him. She also noticed that she was getting wet in her panties.
About ten minutes later, Eric came out of the bedroom looking really good. He had some slacks on, even though she expected to see him in shorts. It was real warm that day. He didn’t say anything about his incident in the bedroom, but did say, “Okay, Jamie… where did your car stall?”
“Not sure about the address but I can find it easy enough.”
Wearing a pair of very dark pair of wrap-a-round sunglasses, he led her out the back door and they went into the garage. Now she was really taken aback. She got into some very cool Mustang fastback that looked really hot, even if it was old. The inside impressed her even more. The interior looked to be showroom new. The seats were a beautiful bronze accented rich warm brown leather, and the smell was fantastic. It went very nicely with a light yellow exterior color, she thought.
“Like old cars?” She said.
“I love my Mustang – always loved this car when I was a kid. I found this one and fixed it up.”
“It’s really beautiful, Eric. Never saw one quite like this. What is it?”
“It’s a 69 Mustang Mach 1 fastback.”
That’s when he turned the engine over and a low smooth rumble could be heard and felt as the 428 CID purred its distinctive tune. Jamie felt it under her bottom and closed her legs together as if she needed protection.
Fumbling for words she said, “Bet it goes really fast, doesn’t it?”
“It can, now put your seat belt on.”
She turned to her right and said, “Where is it?”
“Just reach down by the side of the seat – in this model year there were no shoulder straps, just a belt.”
“Which way do you want me to go?” he asked.
She gave him general directions and they headed out. She loved this car, but was actually getting really interested in him. He was so different from anyone she knew and she knew a lot of adults because of her Aunt and Uncles friends and business associates. He wasn’t treating her like a kid; and much more like a peer. That was a surprise to her.
They found her car reasonably fast. He parked behind her car and asked her for the keys. “So what happened when it stopped running?”
“It just started sputtering and then died,” she said.
He turned on the ignition and waited a minute. The gas gauge read way below empty, but he tried to start it. It turned over, but that was about all.
“I think the car is out of gas. We’ll need to get some,” so they hopped back into his Mustang and headed about a block to a Shell station.
He negotiated with the clerk and got a two gallon gas can that looked like it might just possibly make it back to the car without the bottom dropping out of it. That’s when he also bought a Sunday news paper.
He filled the can three-quarters full and asked Jamie to get into her seat. He put the newspaper on the floor and then slid the gas can between her legs and looked at her with those eyes she had come to really love. Just him looking at her caused her to get butterflies in her crotch.
“Now hold on to the gas can as I drive. I don’t want any of this to spill. Frankly, I don’t want the gas in here at all. Just hold on to it… okay?”
“Will do,” she said.
He drove slowly back to her crippled car, told her to wait and he reversed the process taking the newspaper out of the car too. He filled the tank from the gas can, and then set the empty can securely in the trunk of her car – on the newspaper.
The car started after a couple of tries. He left it running, looked at her and said, “Okay. Now I’m going to follow you home after we stop and fill the tank at least half full. So mind the speed limits and the lights. I shouldn’t even let you drive, but I’m not leaving my car here, and I also want to make sure you get home safely.”
She started to say something, and he just gave her the evil eye, even though she couldn’t really see his eyes, and just did what he asked.
Twenty minutes later they pulled into the driveway of a very nice home not far from his place. It was a circular driveway so he parked right behind her. As soon as they got out of their cars, the front door to the house opened and another girl and her angry brother came out of the house. The girl was already giggling but looking over Eric and the Mustang.
“Don’t take the car without telling me ever again? Damn girl you really messed me up last night, and when Jessica needed a ride…”
Jamie interrupted him, “…you took moms Lexus to get her, and last night you used it for your date with Amy… so don’t give me any shit, Daniel. I’m not in the mood.”
Daniel looked at me and said, “And you are….?”
Jamie said, “He is the guy who saved me from getting raped last night, and also is the one who put gas in the car because it ran out last night on my way home. Oh… by the way… that’s when the SOB tried to rape me. If you had filled up the car like you said you would, nothing would have happened. It’s all your fault anyway.”
“That was last night… come on Jamie, it’s nearly two the next day. Where the hell have you been?”
“Helping Eric… is where. The guy clobbered him pretty bad before he put him down and I had to help him get home after saving me. It was nearly… oh fuck it Daniel, I’m okay, the car’s okay, everything’s okay now. Just… chill!”
Jessica was a little tart, and that was so obvious to Eric. This one was dangerous. She was younger than Jamie, but looked two years older. She was smiling and eyeing Eric like he was a movie star. The little girl was very different from her sister. Shorter and much more filled out. She had dark chestnut hair, sparkly brown eyes, a really cute face with a broad smile and dimples. She was muscular too. Her legs and exposed flesh glistened in the sun and she looked like she had a rich tan pretty much all over her.
“Jessica looked at Eric and said, “Hey… that’s some car… going to give me a ride in it? I’d make that car look even better with me inside it.”
Jamie was flabbergasted by her sisters’ comment and she couldn’t speak. But Daniel who was standing close to her and swatted her hard on the back of her head and said, “You’re still in trouble from last night, now get in the house… right now.”
She hesitated giving her brother a nasty look. He grabbed her by one of her pony tails and pulled her towards the door, pushed her inside and said, “Now stay inside.”
By this time Daniel had recovered somewhat and started talking to instead of yelling at Jamie. “Hey sis… you okay… I mean really? How far did the guy go to… well you know?”
“You mean at getting my jeans off?”
Daniel blushed but said , “Yea.”
“He got the snap undone, but that’s when Eric showed up. The guy dragged me into that construction site down on 3rd street. Eric came at him from behind and got a couple of punches in when the guy hit Eric in his side really hard – that’s when he fell into the mud. While trying to get up, Eric found a long board and as the guy came at him, swung it really fast, and dropped him in one shot. He didn’t get up after that. We split right after but and I had to help him get home. He couldn’t walk really well after that blow.”
Daniel took it all in, but knew there was a lot more to the story but Jamie wasn’t talking, and he thought that Eric looked like a good guy anyway. He looked at Eric and said, “Hey come on inside for a minute, and thanks for helping out Jamie.”
“I really should be heading home, but thanks anyway. I just wanted to be sure she got home okay. Sorry she’s so late in getting home. I knew someone was worried about her, but I really slept in this morning. Last night was quite traumatic.”
“Come on, Eric, I’ve got some ice cold beer inside with your name on it.”
Eric almost started to taste bile once again, and Jamie saw the look and almost giggled. Eric said, “No thanks. I’m more of a lemonade or ice tea kinda guy. When I drive the Mustang, I don’t do any alcohol, cause if I get in an accident, somehow it’s going to end up being my fault. Besides it took me four years to rebuild her, and right now monies tight if you know what I mean.”
“That’s one beautiful ride man,” said Daniel. “But Jessica made homemade lemonade just an hour ago. She makes really good stuff. Come on… it’s the least I can do.”
Eric resigned himself and they all walked inside. Eric was grateful because the pain from the sun, while lessening, still hurt his eyes a bunch.
The house was beautiful and nicely appointed. As Daniel led the way to the kitchen, Jamie said, “I’ll be right back, Eric, but I really need to get out of these clothes. Don’t go without saying good bye… promise?”
He nodded his head and soon a glass of Lemonade was in his hands and it was exceptional.
As soon as she was out of ear shot, Daniel said, “So what really happened last night, anyway?”
Eric laughed and said, “What she told you was true. What she didn’t say was
that I was pretty drunk. My buddies lost me in the bar as I was in the ladies
room tossing my lunch, and they left without me. I started to stagger home
when I heard Jamie yell. So I went over to try and help. The guy clipped me
in my side really hard, but I found that board she mentioned and got him down.
I guess – based on her story to me – she took me home after finding my address
on my license, tossed me into my bed and slept on the sofa. I really didn’t
know I had a house guest until this morning when my buddy called. It was a
very strange night. Don’t get on her case, she was really trying to help me
out. Oh, I told her it was a dumb thing to do, but… well that’s pretty much
the rest of the story.”
Daniel smiled, “Jamie is that way… she’s a really good kid. Sometimes too trusting, but she’s a good judge of character. Thanks for helping her out and getting her here in one piece. Are you feeling any better?”
“The lemonade is great, and I’ll recover, but I think it’ll be a couple of days. Haven’t done this in a long time, and don’t plan on doing it again either. Same old story, my girlfriend broke up with me and it hit me all at once last night.”
Jessica walked into the kitchen wiggling her way to the counter for some lemonade. “Glad you like the lemonade, Eric – all sweet and sour at the same time… a real lip smacker ain’t it?”
As in all things, it’s not about what is said, but how it is said that really counts, and Jessica said it in such an obviously sexy way. Eric decided to give her a lesson, so he took off his sunglasses, looked right into her eyes and said, “Just like you I would assume. Someday you are going to tease the wrong guy and then have your hands full. You’re just too damn obvious, which I think means that you’re really just a little tease. Behave yourself young lady and stay away from that kind of trouble. You’ll be all the better for it.”
Jessica got all flustered, spilled some of the lemonade on the counter and ran out of the room, just as Jamie walked in.
Daniel said, “Well now… that was priceless. Never saw her run away like that before. Good job Eric.”
Jamie said, “That was so funny. She won’t stop blushing for an hour. She is a little tease you know.”
Speaking about little teases, Eric looked over Jamie, now in short-shorts and a skin tight thin blouse tied below her bust. She was really very pretty, and he could now see that she did have small lumps of flesh on her chest that looked ever so adorable. His cock stirred, and that concerned him.
Fifteen minutes later, Eric headed home saying good bye to Daniel. Then Jamie came up to him, put her arms around him and gave him a nice hug. “Thanks for last night. You were really sweet.”
Then she jumped up a little and kissed him on the cheek, blushed a light red, then ran off into the house. This time he felt her braless breasts against his chest, and as he held her he felt her silky warm flesh. He liked it, and that frightened him even more. But it certainly didn’t frighten his cock.
On the way home, Eric stopped off at a diner to get some grease into his stomach. By the time he was finished eating lunch, he almost felt like a new man. But he still couldn’t figure out why Jamie was becoming attractive to him, and he was he finally admitting that to himself.
That evening he called his buddy and told him what had transpired. They had a laugh over it and Clive thought it was such a good story that it had to be true. They agreed to meet up on the weekend and try to have a sane evening. The story about the condom broke Clive up.
Eric was watching TV when the door bell rang. Dressed only in sweat shorts, he went to answer the door. It was Jamie, with her car parked out in front.
Seeing him, she blushed and said, “Sorry to bother you so late, but in all the excitement this morning, I left my purse somewhere in your house. Can I come in and look for it?”
“You driving again?”
“Yea, but Daniel knows where I am at least.”
She hadn’t changed clothes since he last saw her, only the knot under her top was a lot looser than it had been. As he sat down to feign watching TV, she looked around his easy chair, bending over to show him her goodies. Inside he laughed at her forwardness, knowing full well she was doing this on purpose. And oh, they were so cute it stirred Eric’s cock again, which he didn’t find funny at all.
“Not here, okay if I look around more?”
“Go ahead. Get yourself a drink from the kitchen if you want,” he said after smelling a new addition to her wardrobe – some lightly flowered perfume, and it wasn’t the cheep kind that girls her age usually wore.
“Maybe after I find my purse… but thanks.”
She went to other places in the living room, bending over to show her very cute bottom, and bending over the back of the sofa showing off her beautiful camel toe from behind. Eric tried to look away but couldn’t and the beast was getting harder by the minute. So he actually did turn away to concentrate on the TV.
Finally, she found it behind the front door hung on a coat hook. It was very small as far as purses went for women.
“Found it, thank god. I bet I have a bunch of messages piled up, she said as she opened her cell phone.”
As she strutted by him, he thought she might have noticed his crotch. She put her purse on one end of the sofa and said, “Want anything from the kitchen?”
“Yea… that’d be nice. Two fingers of Jack – neat!”
She stopped, and twirled around with a silly little smile on her face and said, “Not tonight, and maybe not for the rest of the week. Am I going to have to come over here every night and protect you from yourself?”
“If you do come over every night, you might have to protect yourself from me. That’s quite an outfit you have on there kiddo. If you were eighteen, you’d be in big trouble.”
She blushed very brightly all over, pivoted around and headed for the kitchen as she said, “All the girls wear stuff like this. It’s not such a big deal you know.”
Eric said, “But most of them can’t pull off wearing an outfit like that and looking really sexy – but you do,” and then questioning why he had said any of this at all. Two seconds later his cock reminded him why. He was now visibly hard, and his cock wanted to escape from its prison, which he would find all of himself in if he continued this nonsense.
In the kitchen she thought, He really thinks I’m sexy… wow, that’s a real surprise, but I wonder why – maybe he’s just trying to be nice to me? Jessica really is sexy and he wouldn’t give her the time of day. Okay she’s younger, but I look like her little sister. Her and her damn b-cups and only thirteen. I thought he was kidding me when he told me earlier that I was pretty – guess he wasn’t, or was he… and if what I believe is going on in his shorts is correct, he may be hot for me too. Jessica flushed with excitement as the contradictions flooded her mind.
She really liked Eric, knew he was too old for her, but didn’t care. The boys at school didn’t tease her, but the cute ones all went for the girls with real tits. Oh sure, some of them tried to get her interested in them, but they were way too geeky for her tastes. She was wondering how to play this, but decided not to play at anything and just see how it went. But she was trembling with excitement and her pussy was damp too.
Carrying a couple of sodas she found in the fridge, she walked into the living room and held up the sodas for Erik to choose. After he took one, she said, “So what are you up to tonight?”
Aha… thought Eric, she wants to stick around here for awhile. Instinctively he knew this was not a good idea, so he thought he would throw her a real curve ball and see how she responded. It was a risk but better that then the alternative. Looking at her was getting really difficult. She was very pretty, smart and clever. For Eric, that was a magic combination. Trouble was she was a mere nearly fifteen year-old girl with raging hormones.
“Well my dear, to be perfectly honest I was going to mellow out and watch a movie that is not at all appropriate for anyone your age. And I was hoping to start watching that soon. So after your drink, you better head on home.”
She flushed a little but then said, “You mean a sexy movie don’t you?”
“Maybe,” he said teasingly.
“I’ve seen them before, you know. But why would you want to watch one of those?”
He figured she was lying, but with all of her freedom and her older brother around, maybe she had.
“Well let’s see. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a real woman’s closeness and a guy my age needs to… well take care of that sort of thing. So that’s why.”
Jamie said, “Can I ask you a very personal question, Eric?”
“Sure, I may not answer it… but you can ask.
Then surprise of all surprises, she asked, “Your thing is hard, and has been since shortly after I got here. Is that what got you thinking about watching a sexy movie?”
It was Eric’s turn to get embarrassed and as he flushed he also sat up a little on the sofa. She didn’t ask if he was hard – she told him he was, so she had been looking closely at him too.
He was unprepared for the question, but said, “Actually it happens a lot lately, and yes that’s probably the reason.”
“But why would I cause that kind of a reaction? No… forget I asked that. But… oooooh, this is getting frustrating…”
Eric interrupted her, “…for you or for me…?” It was then that Eric noticed a wet spot in her shorts, and she was constantly fidgeting around with those long legs of hers like she was trying to scratch an itch, or she needed to pee. “…and since you noticed my… well problem, it seems that you have one too,” as he pointed towards her crotch and smiled.
She looked down and then without thinking rubbed her fingers across the wet spot. She turned a bright red and blurted out, “Shit Eric, you are such a stone fox, and… damn, after this morning… you know… seeing you… your… well thing – oh hell… you and your pole are driving me nuts. This is like all new to me but I’m a fucking wreck.”
“Hey… I understand, today has been very strange. Trouble is for some reason so am I; but sweetie, it’s like big jail time for me if… and besides you’re too young. I don’t want to mess you up; you’re just too damn sweet.”
She was alternately standing up and wiggling around and then sitting on the arm rest of the sofa and wiggling a lot there as well as she continued to stare at him. The sight was very intriguing to Eric, but somehow he failed to notice that he was now rock hard, and the head of his cock was peaking out of the leg of his shorts.
“Maybe so, but I’m not going to say anything, so that’s not a problem…” That’s when she saw his cock peaking out of his shorts, “…and as for me being to young, so what… most girls my age are doing it anyway and if they do it for the right reasons and the guy is not an idiot, they love it. Besides, for whatever reason…” now she pointed towards Eric’s cock, “…there’s something about me that your mind and body likes else you wouldn’t be in the state that you’re in. I mean, Jessica didn’t get you hard, and I think she’s a lot more mature looking than I am…” Then she blushed big time as she said, “…and I really don’t care why either. It’s not like I planned this…” she was now unconsciously rubbing her slit through her short-shorts with her fingers driving Eric nuts, “…but it looks like – hell screw the movie, we can do the real thing, and…” Then all of a sudden and to Eric’s astonishment, Jamie slid her butt off the arm rest and onto the sofa and started breathing hard and making little love sounds. She opened her legs tossing one over the back of the sofa and as Eric watched her she had a very powerful orgasm. Her narrow hips were bucking against her own fingers as she came. Her shorts were so wet that he could see the outline of her labia, and he watched her finger move the layers of her pussy faster and faster hitting her clit each time. Her eyes were closed and her lips were flush with excitement.
Now really… a guy can only take so much, and this put him over the edge. He couldn’t contain himself and took hold of her leg over the back of the sofa and started caressing upwards from her calf over her knee and up onto her thigh feeling her tense but soft silky skin. She got very vocal just before the orgasm peaked and then quieted itself down somewhat. Eric almost blew a load as well, but for whatever reason he maintained in stunned wholly erotic silence.
Breathing hard, Jamie opened her eyes to see Eric looking right at her. She couldn’t blush as she was already as red as could be. But she was so embarrassed she started to cry. Her mouth opened to say something, but nothing came out – nothing could at that moment.
Eric knew he had to do something, so in a very sexy, soft voice he said, “Well Jamie, that was probably the single most exciting thing I’ve ever witnessed… it was so beautiful… you were so beautiful to watch.”
She had two responses inside herself both fighting for dominance. The first was to run and disappear forever and never see Eric again, and the second one was to grab Eric and kiss him deeply and for a long time until he surrendered to her. She picked the first and quickly got up and started to run for the front door.
Eric jumped up blocking her way, opened his arms and she ran right into him. He held her close to him as her eyes dropped huge crocodile tears. He pulled her close to him and as she looked up into his perfect blue eyes, he kissed her. Tentatively at first, then with her arms still in a flight response he kissed her deeply. Soon she relaxed and her arms circled around his neck and back. They clung to each other as Jamie ground her pubes against Eric’s cock. Three minutes went by before she was a lump of putty in his arms.
Now Eric had a couple of choices. He could either sooth her, be a good guy and let her go home, or he could take this opportunity to just let his man thing go. He did consider both looking at each choice maybe two times. That probably took an elapsed time of maybe two microseconds. Based on what had already happened and most of his dick thinking for him, the choice – while perilous – was already made. She was still crying as Eric said, “Don’t be embarrassed, that was one of the best complements that I’ve ever received. You were amazing, but next time you cum like that, I want to be the one that caused it. I can smell your sex, and I’d really like to taste it if you don’t mind. Want to go into the bedroom?”
She didn’t say a word but nodded her head yes. He just picked up this featherweight of a girl and carried her there. On the way, she kicked off her sandals. As they walked he said, “Just tell me you’re not a virgin or a Catholic.”
With her eyes moving back and forth considering her answer she finally said, “Okay, I’m not.” That was the end of the debate as far as he was concerned. His conscious clear of violating his values his cock now took over all brain functions.
Once there, he pushed her shorts down over her hips and they fell to the floor before he put her on the bed. He laid next to her, kissed her and wiped the tears from her eyes with his hands. She untied the knot of her blouse and it flopped open. They kissed awhile longer and then he used his mouth to cover her with kisses and licks. Her tiny A-minus breasts were beautiful with very light pick hard nipples. They were firm and felt amazing to his lips and hands. He didn’t spend a huge amount of time as his goal was to taste her nectar. He needed release, but first tings first. Her body was soft and pliant with firm muscles underneath. She was so tiny, and yet so tall. She was turning him on more than he could ever remember being turned on before. She had a long trunk as well as long legs, but it all came together in such an aesthetically pleasing manner that it was driving him into a very hungry sexual animal.
Apparently his movements towards her pussy were too slow for Jamie. By the time he got to her navel, she put her hands on the top of his head and pushed him gently lower. His hands had traced across her sex. That was as sensual a thing as he could recall. His hand rose over her pubic bone and only encountered a very small patch of fine hair, more like long peach fuzz, at the top of her crack. After Jamie pushed him lower, he backed off to look at this tasty treat. He inhaled deeply as he saw it for the first time. The scent was overpoweringly heavenly, and the sight of her pussy was as different from any woman he had seen. Her slit was very long, rising higher on her pubic bone than he could imagine. Typically, the just longer than an inch, center ridge of her pussy was at least double that, and the ridge was stiff with excitement her labia opening beside the ridge almost welcoming. The ridge had the diameter of a Number 2 pencil the eraser became her clit. It was exposed and the lightest pink he had ever seen, and positioned perfectly hanging just at the edge of her vagina. The fine scant white platinum blond hairs at the top of her slit were short adding to the pleasantness of the sight. Her labia were plump – not fat – but firm and beautifully shaped.
He dove in for his first taste. He went mad with passion never having had the pleasure of this flower garden of her pussy. Just a slight hint of muskiness, and the rest smelled and tasted like fresh cut softly scented spring flowers. He was the bee, and he was going to pollinate her. His tongue lapped at her clit racing up and down her long crack. He could feel her clit rub against his tongue as she squirmed and writhed on the bed making love sounds and tearing at his hair. He sucked her dry, then focused on her clit. It was so much longer than others he had enjoyed the pleasure of licking. Like a tiny cock, he sucked gently at it as she kicked her legs around the bed, now pulling at his hair. She started humping his face her hips moving quickly back and forward. He felt her pussy open and contract as he reamed her vagina out with his tongue. She was cuming again, stronger he realized then before. She splayed her legs wide and tore her labia open for him to do his magic. He gritted his teeth together as his hunger grew. He wanted to plunge himself into her, her sounds were making him absolutely mad with desire. Back to sucking on her clit he nipped at it lightly sending shock waves through her body. Little involuntary spasms were ripping at her, each one making her yip a sound as she felt it. Soon, she went still, breathing fast and hard. A vocal exclamation started softly and then went to a roar. When she finally burst into a loud scream, her body flailed all over the bed. Her movements were totally outside of her control. He continued to lap at her gently tasting the last vestiges of the honey she flooded his mouth with. In a moment or two, she rubbed his head gently.
Still breathing hard she said, “Wow… never thought… it could be like that. That was so… wow.”
He lapped her slit from but hole to the top of her cleft which made her jump. Then he heard her giggle. “Do that once more,” she said still giggling.
He did, and she spasmed again and then started laughing. He left his feast and crawled up to her, pulled her in his arms and hugged her very close. She pushed him away and then kissed him with a ferocity he had never experienced. It was only then that he realized his groin was very sore from a lack of release. She felt him flinch, then looked at him. Her face saddened then she looked as his rigid cock.
“Oh you poor man… how do I fix that?”
He groaned and said, “Hands, mouth, whatever, but I need to… hey you know what happens to a guy when he has an orgasm, right?”
“You mean the stuff comes out… yea I know about that.”
“You might not like the taste so be careful, honey.”
She laughed and said, “Get those shorts off. I owe you big time. But I’ve mostly never done this before. Hey… wanta fuck me?”
“Yes, I most certainly do, but not tonight. I’m going to cum very quickly, I think. Besides, I want to make long slow love to you when we do this. I think you’ll like that a lot.”
“Then maybe after you get off, we can do it?”
“Maybe next week sweetie… it’s been a long confusing day,” he said as he rolled back on the bed and shed his shorts very quickly.
“So… what do I do,” she asked looking at his cock and smiling.
Not in the mood to teach he said, “Long strokes from the base to the tip…” pointing to his glans, he continued, “… this is the male equivalent of your clit, right here at the fold of my cock head.”
“What would you like more… my hand or my mouth?”
His cock screamed at him YOUR MOUTH DUMMY! Out loud he said, “Hands are nice, mouths are generally better, sometimes both work out really well too. You’re choice… oh and you don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. Just remember that.”
Her eyes were twinkling with delight as she said, “I’ve wanted to play with that since I saw it this morning. It’s so much prettier than Daniel’s.”
He didn’t ask because at that moment she circled her fingers around the base of his cock, first with one hand and then both. In no time she leaned over and lapped her tongue across the head of his cock. “It feels like velvet,” she said.
“A little faster Jamie,” he coached.
Soon, he just closed his eyes. Whatever she was doing was just fine. Those small hands and her strong long fingers and her mouth were doing an exceptional job. She was twisting his cock gently and stroking him at the same time, while sometimes taking it into her mouth maybe three inches, sometimes more. She really got into it, and so did he. Like he said, this wasn’t going to last long. He could already feel the onset of his orgasm. And like Jamie he started moving around the bed and moaning. As he reached his peak, her mouth was dick diving with long luscious strokes as her hands kept his root busy.
“Real soon,” he managed to say.
In seconds, every nerve in his body fired off cascades of pleasure as it rolled from his stomach outward – up his chest and down his legs. From his breasts out to his arms and back again. His cock was literally rock hard, and somehow Jamie knew this was it. She moved her mouth to cover the head of his cock while circling his glans with the tip of her tongue. Another volley of pleasure swept through his body as he exploded into her mouth. After two shots, she removed her mouth as it was already full. Excitedly she watched him shoot his junk into the air, maybe two feet off the bed and fall back on his stomach. She giggled as she stroked him reveling in the wonder of what she was experiencing. Soon he began to shudder as her stroking was too rough and he was over sensitized. He put his hand on hers and pealed her fingers from around his girth, as he lay there panting.
“Did I do it right?” She asked as eagerly as possible, her eyes wide open with a smile on her face.
“Did I cum?” he managed to say.
“Yea… I guess you did… and?”
“You were extraordinary. I take it that was the first time you ever did that… right?
“Never like that… I mean I’ve done things to boys before, just not that much… orally I mean. It was so cool, Eric. I love the way it shoots the stuff. And it doesn’t taste horrible either – I mean it’s not great, but I suppose one could get a taste for it after awhile. I sure want to taste it again.”
“My cock is very happy that you do, and frankly so am I.”
“Hey,” he said, “you said that you weren’t a virgin. Did you lie to me?”
Thinking very quickly she said, “Just because I’ve never gone down on a guy to make him cum doesn’t mean I’m not a virgin. Besides… why would I lie to you?”
At that moment his cock brain took over again. Well shit… she did answer his questions… right?
He pulled her arms and she fell on his chest. He pulled her up to his lips and started kissing her. She adjusted her body so his cock was perched right inside her crack. She started rocking on him as they kissed. She has some of the very best natural instincts of any woman…girl… I’ve been with. This is so very cool and so very dangerous.
In this position with her lying on top of him, he now had the ability to feel one of his favorite parts of the female body… her bottom. He teased himself by letting his hands run down her back and sides following the contours of her back. Soon his hands were going up hill onto those two beautiful globes that were her ass. For all of her length, her bottom was rather compressed into this masterpiece of flesh. It was a small nicely rounded and narrow butt, but it proudly presented itself as it pushed away from her body.
With him stimulated by her ass and the two of them kissing very sensuously he surprised himself when he realized he was getting hard again. It didn’t take Jamie much longer to realize it as well.
She broke their kiss and said, “Oooo, it seems that your manliness is not as tired as you thought… I think he likes me.”
“My dear, he is a one-eyed monster and the feel of female flesh is favorite thing – any female flesh, but he does seem to have a strong liking for you.”
She sat up on his holding her position by steadying her hands on his chest. Now her small perky breasts were visible to him and she was now sliding her crack in long strokes over his cock. Since this had begun a few moments ago, Eric realized that she was getting real juicy too. It felt wonderful. She also was smiling from ear-to-ear and flush with embarrassment at the same time looking all shy and vulnerable to him. It was quite the contradiction, and ever so sexy.
“You are so beautiful,” he said looking straight into her eyes.
“This is… like so amazing, Eric. I never thought I’d be doing this tonight even when I came over here. I’m so embarrassed about what happened in the living room… I really don’t know what came over me. That’s always been a very private thing. Thanks for being so understanding.”
Understanding my ass, he thought. This never happens with women my age… has never happened. And then to see someone so overcome with an impending orgasm pleasing themselves before my eyes just blew me away. That or it was deliberate on her part. Fuck-it… who cares… it’s amazing.
“It was one of the most sensual things I’ve ever witnessed, you were really beautiful, and for whatever reason, you had to somehow trust me a whole bunch to let yourself go to that degree. Damn, Jamie… you look so good and what you are doing feels wonderful.”
She adjusted her position a bit and tilted back her hips as she started to slide forward over his cock. She caught it right where she wanted it with the head partially inside her vag. Then she eased forward putting him inside her a little past the head of his cock. He moaned as he resisted thrusting himself forward, but she kept pushing. But soon she winced a little as his cock started pushing against her hymen.
Erik put his hands on her hips and pushed her back as he backed off with his hips. A look of disappointment washed across her face as her eyes pleaded with him to not stop her.
“You did lie to me damn it… ugh… fuck. Damn, damn, damn.”
“NO I DIDN’T. I’T’S JUST REALLY TIGHT,” she screamed at him.
“Hey there… this will happen soon enough, but I think that if we continued we’d both get into big trouble. Tell me now, did your period end say 10 to 14 days ago?”
Her pleading facial expression changed to a question mark as she thought for a moment and then said, “How did you know that?”
“Because most women exhibit behavior very differently when they are fertile. And you my dear are very fertile right now – and that means you are over the top horney.” As he said that he slipped the rest of the way out of her vagina, and rolled her over on her side. He kissed her quickly, gave her a hug and said, “And guess what… I don’t have any condoms, so if we do it tonight…” He just left the sentence unfinished.
Smiling at him and thankful for him knowing what was going on she said, “Damn… and it was going so well, but thanks. I certainly don’t want to get pregnant. How did you know anyway?”
“Well, I’ve had a few scares before, but they certainly taught me a lesson, and besides if you get pregnant, I get arrested and tossed away for twenty years. That, and you with a kid, is not the way to start a relationship.”
“I could blame it on the rapist last night,” she said tongue and cheek.
“Yea and the day the kid is born, they match our DNA and then… well shit you know that story.”
Jamie cuddled real close to him and kissed him tenderly for a few minutes and then said, “This has been the best day of my life so far. I haven’t felt this good since my first kiss when I was… humm, eleven maybe. But this was so way better. I’ve never felt this loved before, Eric. My toes are still tingling, and my clit is so in love with your tongue it’s amazing.”
Then she got all serious and said, “Tomorrow, go buy condoms… really thin strong ones… lots of them… promise?”
“I’ll promise, If you’ll promise to not even tell your best girlfriend about what happened between us - ever.”
She kissed him on the nose and said, “Promise… cross my heart and hope to have a lot more wonderful nights like this that I can’t tell anyone about. Now… mind if I spend the night… I’d really like to wake up with you in the morning?”
“I’d love that so much, Jamie, but we can’t. Last night I was passed out, tonight I’m fully cognizant that I could end up in deep shit if what we did ever got back to the law. And sorry honey, I just can’t take that chance. Besides, your brother and sister know about me. Last night’s adventure is history. We got away with that because we told the truth. Just what kind of BS could you tell that would convince your brother your staying here tonight was as innocent? That was rhetorical… I don’t even what to hear your story. In fifteen minutes you’re out of here. Got it?”
He waited for awhile and she didn’t answer, so he repeated himself. She grimaced and said, “So I guess the last question was not rhetorical… right?”
He nodded his head yes.
Holding her head down a little she softly said, “I’ll do it but I won’t like it.”
After some nice nude cuddling and some very passionate kissing, she left a half-hour later. Shortly after, Erik poured himself two fingers of Jack, turned on the tube and tried to forget what had just transpired. Deep down he knew she was still a virgin. That bothered him. While he really liked this precocious young lady, screwing a virgin was always trouble. In that she was way illegal, very big trouble.
The week had gone by uneventfully and Eric had just finished his shower after work. He planned on going out and getting dinner, and maybe calling his buddy to see what was up. Certainly bars or lounges were out for tonight. It took him really until Wednesday to feel normal again.
Still drying off with the towel draped across his shoulder the phone rang. It was Jamie and she was quite animated on the phone. She and some of her friends wanted to see, Harold and Kumar escape from Guantanamo Bay, but she was really concerned that they would get stopped for trying to see an “R” rated movie. It seemed that last summer some parents decided to sue the Cineplex because their twelve year-old daughter was admitted to see an “R rated movie. The theater chain settled out of court and now had an older conservative couple selling tickets. Sure, the youngins could see anyone getting blown to smithereens but show a tit and the world as we know it would go to hell in a hand basket instantly.
The first thing Eric said was, “And why do you want to see THAT movie?”
“ERIC,” she screamed into the phone, “Because Kal Penn is the star…. He’s so dreamy.” In the background he heard a lot of girls sigh at the mention of his name.
“But the movie is dumb Jamie!”
“Yea… and that’s cool too… its way funny. But we get to see him in nearly every scene for nearly two-hours… PLEASE ERIC… help us?”
“Buy tickets for a “PG” rated movie and then jump theaters. What’s the big deal?”
“A couple of weeks ago we tried that and it didn’t work. They had people at the doors to each theater checking tickets. Come on Erik… help us out… I’ll make it up to you… promise.”
He heard some mutters in the background that sounded like; Ooooo… Jamie is going to get bad.
“Just how many of you need tickets?”
“There’s just five of us.”
“When does it start?”
“A half-hour so you really have to hurry. We need to buy popcorn and stuff too.”
Halfheartedly he agreed and in less than twelve minutes he was at the theater. Jamie saw his Mustang and headed for it before he had finished parking. As he got out of the car she ran up and jumped up on him wrapping her long straight legs around his back and laying a huge kiss on him in the parking lot.
“Wow… have I missed you this week, she said.”
“Well I’ve missed you too, but would you mind getting off of me… my god Jamie everyone can see us. Christ… look at your girlfriends… shit, you told them didn’t you?”
As she slowly slipped off of him she pouted her lips and said, “No I didn’t… I told them you saved me from a rapist.”
“Oh… and that explains why you are now kissing me like a woman who’s husband just came back from Iraq after two-years… right?”
She looked at him sheepishly and said, “Because I’m grateful for you helping us out tonight?”
Her friends were sort of blocked from view because they were standing besides a car so that did help a little. But when both of her feet hit the pavement, he smacked her on the bottom and said, “Behave now… okay?”
As they walked towards the box office he heard words coming from what he assumed were her friends like; a young Paul Newman, and sick, and screw Cal Penn. The visuals were even better by way of their expressions and movements, and although he was flattered, these girls were just way too young and he could see the cell doors closing on himself. None of them were less than beautiful or Anna Paquin cute either.
As they walked he said to her, “Walk over there with them and wait until I signal you to come to me to get the tickets. After I hand them to you, I’m out of here. I’m starving.”
“You mean you’re not going to see the show too?”
“Shit no… I have no interest in seeing what I lived back in college. Those day’s are long gone.
She started to pout, hung her head a little and weakly said, “Please Eric?”
“Final answer… NO. Now do you want the tickets or not?”
“Okay… I just thought…” he interrupted her.
“… that you could coax me to watch this silly movie with you so all of your amazingly gorgeous underage girlfriends could watch us – no thanks. I want to watch my eyes dig in to a full plate of food.”
He saw her resigned to the fact, but she came back quickly.
“Okay… maybe this wasn’t such a good idea… sorry… but can I come over tomorrow morning… please?” Then she smiled at him and his heart sank remembering the illicit little encounter last week. He couldn’t resist the request.
“See you in the morning. Now let me get these tickets and get out of here. I’m really hungry.”
The tickets were bought, handed off, and he smiled at them with his most captivating smile. It was very juvenile of him, but it got the desired effect and three of the girls sighed as he turned his cute bottom away from them and headed off.
Two hours later and back at his place he sat down after changing, turned on the tube and within forty-five minutes he was asleep on the sofa. He awoke about two in the morning and finally put himself to bed.
Eric was a very sound sleeper. But as he drifted more towards consciousness he felt amazing. Even though he knew that he was still dreaming, it was a great dream. It somehow felt almost too real. He didn’t awake until he heard her yelp really loudly, as his cock felt like it had impaled something. That was when he opened his eyes to see tears streaming down Jamie’s face as the rest of her face was crunched up in pain.
He shook off the sleep to realize that he was on his back and Jamie was straddled naked across him with his dick almost completely consumed by her very wet, extremely tight and as of now - not quite virginal pussy. Before he could react to her, she pushed herself up a bit by her legs pulling his cock slightly out of her. Eric looked down his chest and stomach to see his cock impaling her. Also noticeable were the red streaks of blood oozing from her vagina. As soon as he saw that, she lowered herself back down and completely consumed his cock.
Her face was starting to relax and a little smile was starting to form on her lips, and her tears had almost stopped flowing down her cheeks. As she bent down to kiss Eric, she moved her hips upward again and immediately lowered herself; moving cautiously three strokes in a row before her lips met his.
Eric was saddened by her rape of him. He would have gladly done this were she a virgin or not, but he would have wooed her and made it a lot less painful. He knew she was a virgin all along. It was obvious as her hymen had been broken but not completely. That was evident when he mouthed her and looked at her beautiful pussy.
Her lips were electric to him. He just curled his arms around her back and pulled her close as she started to set a comfortable pace for herself. She kissed him eagerly, and he fell more under her spell.
He really did care a lot for this young lady who was so straightforward about her desires – he just wondered why she picked him… and pick him she did.
As she pushed herself onto his cock he felt the wonder of her hot wet pussy. His cock flexed three times inside of her.
“Cool… what was that?” she said.
“Cocks do that sometimes when they are really happy - has the pain eased yet?”
“Oh yea… and it keeps felling better and better. At first it was like eating a California roll with way too much Wasabi on it. It was way intense at first, but the hot stingy part faded pretty quickly. Now it’s feeling really nice.”
He started to laugh out loud… he just couldn’t help himself. It was too funny an analogy, and one that he would always remember.
She looked at him questioningly as he pulled her toward him – kissed her - then rolled them both over on their sides.
Her lack of a steady pace was aggravating and frustrating and he needed to drive. She was all warm and funky and her pussy felt glorious stroking on his morning piss hard-on. He set a slower than normal pace and she responded well. As he stroked in and out of her they kissed sometimes and then just looked into each others eyes. She was happy, he could see that, and she was getting wound up and excited too. He stroked her back and butt and sometimes caressed her only accessible small titty.
When he did that, for whatever reason, she blushed and giggled a little. Her breathing was getting deeper and her love sounds were getting louder. When she could take she said things like, “This feels so amazing,” or “Never thought it could feel this good.” One time she said, “I think you cock really likes my pussy.”
In response he said, “Eric really likes Jamie a whole bunch more than he should.”
She blushed again as he said that and simultaneously she got a chill running down her body. That was when she discovered she could clamp down on his cock, and that turned in to her newest most favorite toy for some time.
It made her impossibly tight and hard to stroke when she did that. While the woman in her was making love to Eric, the little girl was playing with a new toy and discovering all of its wonder. The contrasts amazed Eric.
“Wow Eric, this is getting way intense,” she said. “Can you roll me over on my back… I think that would be easier for us both? Now everything I’m feeling is amazing and getting better all the time.”
He was getting consumed by her passion as his own mounting desire. Her words were music to his ears. He quickly rolled her on her back and got her legs curled around his back. He quickened his pace to his and her delight. This wasn’t the gourmet love-making adventure he had planned for her, but it was very special nonetheless. And quite possibly it could be his encore, and possibly even today.
Jamie’s rather long neck was pulled taught as he stroked in and out of her. Her head was arched back and a smile danced across her now reddish purple lips. She adjusted her position by pulling on his biceps that she had her hands clamped to. From time to time she shuddered with little rushes tweaking her body. She was a visual masterpiece to his eyes and as stimulated as he was, he enjoyed watching her pleasure at this; her first coupling.
He could feel her cervix pound against the head of his cock. He guessed that he was maybe an inch or a little more too long for her, but she seemed to be enjoying it, so he increased his pace and quickened his entry into her slamming into her cervix.
She licked her lips and said, “Like that… more like that.” Then she opened her eyes to look at him lovingly. It was going to end soon, he knew that. As he dropped to kiss her he pushed her hips up a little with his thighs as he slammed into hard.
In a few seconds he heard her moans as he felt her vagina flood with moisture and relax some. Not long after, she locked up her body and clamped her legs around his back as she started to climax. Her hands grabbed at the bedding and held on to it - white knuckle tight. Her moans turned to chirps and little screams as she clamped down on him. He too felt the magic all over his body. His cock hardened as his nuts clamped against his skin. The ejaculation was but a few strokes away. He grimaced as electricity shot through his nerves into his whole body. He was trying to hold himself back until the last possible moment of ecstasy. When that moment happened, her orgasm just starting to end, he pushed himself off her, sat up on his legs and after one last glorious thrust pulled his cock out of her as he grabbed his cock. One more stroke was all it took to start shooting his load all over her pussy and belly and yelling at the top of lungs. He shook and as his eyes refocused he looked at a puzzled Jamie underneath him. When he could he said, “You’re still potentially fertile sweetie, and you don’t need to get pregnant at your age. Even at that a few strong swimmers might have made it inside anyway.”
She understood… she had forgotten about that little problem. She wanted to make love to this man, and she wanted him to be her first. She planned for this moment to catch him off guard. She knew he wanted her, and so she gave herself to both of their desires. She didn’t have to like it, but once again she saw his concern for her which made her love him all the more.
Her response was a simple, “Oh.”
After that they came together, kissed, cuddled, and smiled at each other for quite some time just being quiet and enjoying the moment – that joyous moment that a girl will never forget no matter how old she gets… that moment that Eric, despite his reluctance and desire, will be remembered as the day a young eager girl chose him to be her first lover.
Over the next several years they shared many moments together locked in passion and laughter and sharing all of the simple pleasures that life had to offer.
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