Author: Pavel Nabokov
Keywords: mf, MF, MFf, Fmf, cons, pedo, rom, first, spank, slow, voy
© Copyright 2008 by, Pavel Nabokov
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Chapter One – Fantasies at Starbuck’s
Chapter Three – Adrianne and TJ
Chapter Four – A little pool party
Chapter Five – My Condo - almost
Chapter Six – Me and Elmer T. Lee
Chapter Eight – Sally’s Visit and Adrianne
Chapter Ten – L.A.S.E.R. Treatment
Chapter Fourteen – Preliminaries
Chapter Fifteen – Decisions, Decisions
Chapter Fifteen – An Unexpected Conversation with Kevin
Chapter Sixteen – Back To Work Woes
Chapter Seventeen – Home for the Holidays
Chapter Eighteen – Santa’s letter answered
Chapter Twenty – Christmas Day and Happy New Year
My buddy Carl and I had just finished a long difficult job that had taken us over three months to complete. So we decided to have a leisurely lunch. He and I started an Architectural and Engineering business just after college. After two years, the clients and money were starting to flow nicely. Carl has been a close friend of mine since high-school. We are both very active, good looking, in our mid-twenties and we’ve never wanted for female companionship.
We had just finished this amazing lunch at a new Indian restaurant. Since our mouths were still feeling the heat from the spiciness of the food we decided to just BS for awhile and nurture down a Starbucks. That meant we each had to drive a ways.
I saw the green Starbucks sign as I passed it by on the opposite side of a divided road and turned into the left turn lane to make a U-turn. This Starbucks was in a strip mall – one of several on that particular stretch of road.
At this time of day there were middle school kids in droves heading home from school, or to get a snack at one of the many eateries. While waiting for the light to change to a green arrow; out of the corner of my eye I noticed long hair fluttering in the breeze. I turned my head to see a very tall girl and her much smaller companion. They were walking in the direction I was intending to head on the other side of the street. In profile, the tall girl was perfect for my viewing, and for the moment her hair caught all of my attention. It was very, very long. Even with her back-pack covering most of it, her chestnut hair hung down below her bottom by a good six inches. Looking closer, not only was it long, it was very shiny and healthy looking. The color was naturally variegated into shimmering darkish blonds and camel hair with a basic chestnut deep rich brown. It was magnificent. The wind was gentle that day, but those long fluttering strands were amazing to watch. From what I could tell, her hair was medium thick. As it fluttered it looked as if she were walking in slow motion. I’ve seen beautiful women and girls with long hair, but absolutely none like this. She was totally captivating.
I checked back to the stop light which was still red, but when I looked back to watch her some more, they were gone. They were at least far enough along the street that if I craned my head around, Carl being behind me would realize that I was looking at these young girls. I passed. Everyone has their secrets.
Finally the light changed and I made my U-turn. I had only about a half block to go before the driveway entrance to the strip mall. When I arrived there, the two girls were so close that I stopped my turn to allow them to pass in front of me. But they didn’t - they turned in to the parking lot. With Carl behind me, I had to find a place to park.
By the time I parked, I had lost sight of them again. I saw Carl walking toward me and together we walked into the Starbucks.
Now it was getting interesting because that’s where the girls had gone, and we were in line right behind them. Fact was that the place was full of little girls… I mean nearly twenty of them or so ranging in age from as young as 10 to 14, but only two boys and they were there for the WiFi. I found that strange for some reason.
As they waited to order I was standing behind the tall girl. If her hair was lovely from afar, now it was over the top the most sensual thing I had seen in years. Don’t get me wrong here: I don’t have a hair fetish. Sure I like long hair, but this was a whole different thing. Not only was she tall but she was very pretty too. Tall and lanky with narrow hips and a really cute smallish butt. The little one was damn near as cute and having similar proportions, but she couldn’t have been over five foot tall. The tall one was at least five-nine. They both wore tight fitting jeans and both looked really sexy… at least if you have my tastes. The little one wore a strange kind of top with an elastic edge that covered her tiny boobs. She kept pulling it up or just fiddling with it in general. The tall one wore a black t-shirt that revealed no visible sign of breasts.
The girls ordered, and I heard the tall one order a Mocha with a double shot. Again, I was surprised. I turned to Carl and told him that they had both ordered really strong coffee. He said I was nuts. But when it was our turn, I asked the gal behind the counter, and she told Carl that I was right.
The girls wandered off to the counter where the coffee was to be delivered, and I told Carl that I guessed they were twelve maybe thirteen … and what is a girl that age doing ordering that kind of strong coffee.
We had a frontal view of them as they stood there waiting for their drinks, and after looking them over carefully he said, “You’re wrong. The tall one is at least fourteen, maybe older, and the little one is probably eleven.” Then he said, “I think they’re sisters too.”
Come on I said to him. They are not sisters… but their coloring and features are similar. I bet him that they were both in the same class in school and just best friends.
“No… you’re wrong this time,” he told me.
I bet him five dollars that I wasn’t, and he took it.
Carl had ordered a regular coffee that they gave him shortly after we paid, but I had to wait for the latté that I ordered and the Barista was quite busy.
I walked over to the opposite side of the delivery counter and looked and spoke directly to both girls. Not being shy, I told them my buddy and I had a bet. He said that you two were sisters, and I don’t think you are.
The little one giggled, and the tall one said, “No, but we are first cousins.”
We chatted some more and I also learned that they were both in eighth grade… just in eighth grade as the fall semester had just started. That meant that they were twelve or thirteen years-old. I didn’t linger after I got my coffee and headed out to Carl who was outside having a smoke. I really wish he’d stop that filthy habit.
I told him the results and we called it a draw. He had said that they were related and I guessed the age’s right. We got so engrossed in our conversation, I didn’t see the two girls leave Starbucks, but I thought about them for the rest of the day. Damn, I’d sure like to play with the tall ones hair. That kept intruding on other thoughts.
Just before Carl and I parted company, I reminded him that I was going to be staying at my folks house to baby-sit my young and very unexpected brother for a few days. My folks were out of town taking an anniversary holiday with their best friends on a cruise. It was Wednesday, and we were starting a new job in almost two weeks, so I decided to take the time off and watch Kevin.
Kevin was a good kid, and we got along great. He was active in sports, like I was when I was his age and he loved swimming. He was doing pretty well in school, but could do a lot better if he wasn’t so damn addicted to video games and sports. I intended to fix that over the next few days. My mom was a pushover, and Kevin was her baby. Dad wasn’t around enough to change things, so I decided to crack the whip.
I headed out of the Starbucks parking lot and drove to my condo, picked up what I needed, plus my notebook computer, and some drawings a contractor gave me to review and headed to my folk’s new house. This would only be the second time I had gone there. The first was to look it over carefully before they purchased it, and that was just a couple of months ago.
As I turned off the freeway, I noticed that I was really close to where the Starbucks was located. I hadn’t made that connection before. Still, the house was just about a mile away. It was a really scenic ranch home set on top of a partially forested hillside and the house design was chevron shaped. There were almost four acres of land as well. Dad was doing alright for himself. The house cost him just over three million. One of the reasons they moved was because of the huge pool out back. They really did this for Kevin.
I parked my Lexus SUV, grabbed my stuff and headed through the front door. I shouted, “YO, Kevin… I’m here.”
Almost instantly, I heard his feet banging on the floor and he headed for me in a run. At full tilt he yelled back, “Jeff… you’re early… this is going to be such a cool weekend.” As he finished talking he jumped up on me and grabbed me around the neck giving me this huge hug, and nearly causing me to lose balance and hit the floor. Kevin was thirteen and he was a very affectionate kid. One time my dad confided to me that he thought he might be gay. I told him not a chance… we had talked several times about girls.
I told him it could be a cool weekend after he finished all of his homework up to Wednesday of next week and studied for his algebra test on Tuesday. After he heard that I would review all of his work, he started grumbling at me.
“Oh come on Jeff,” he said. I’ve got a high ‘C’ average… I’m doing fine. Besides they don’t count middle school grades for admission to college anyway.”
I told Kevin that when he had a low ‘A’ average, I’d cut him some slack… but until then… and I just let the words trail off. By the way, I asked him, how’s the new school? Making any friends?
“You know, you’re a real hard ass… ahhh. Still I think its cool it will be just the two of us. As for making friends, yea… the kids are pretty nice. There is this cute gal that I think likes me. I’m hoping to get something going there. Never to young for that, you know. Oh… she’ll be over tomorrow after school. We have a project to do for the class. Be cool will ya’. I mean… you know… some privacy.”
His body language was louder than his words. Summed up, he had the hots for this gal and he was going to put on a full court press.
I told him I’d give him all the privacy he wanted as soon as the project was finished and I had a look at it. Then I said, “Remember the rules buddy – she say’s NO, you stop right there. Kapish?
“Shit, Jeff… you on some kind of mission to mess up the rest of this week and the weekend? Oh… the NO thing I got, it’s just the rest of it… cut me some slack huh?”
I looked at him with the most sincere face I had and told him: When I was your age, I made the same dumb mistake… not studying… especially math and the sciences. That made it much harder in high school and also in college. It’s the basics that you really need to learn solidly. That was painful, and Kevin, I just don’t want you to have the same struggles I did. I’d rather mess up the time we have together, than contribute to messing up your life. Just focus on what you have to do instead of avoiding it until the last minute. That way, with you as smart as I know you are, we’ll have a great time.
As if to give up a bachelor’s weekend, he just said, “Okay… I give up. Sheesh, I sometimes wish that you were just a few years older than me. God the trouble we could get into.”
Mom had left the slow cooker on for the whole day and the smells were great. She also left instructions for us to finish the meal. Mom was a great cook, and just as I was thinking about dinner, I heard the oven click on. I walked over to it, turned the oven light on and what do you know; she had even made an apple pie for dessert.
Okay kid, I said, I’m hungry. You get the salad ready and set the table, and I’ll do the rest.
The little shit smiled up at me and said, “Wine?”
Sure, why not, I told him. Put out the glasses, I’ll check the cellar.
Mom had made my favorite, Braised Short Ribs. A nice medium body Shiraz seemed the right thing and it was perfect.
Half-way through the meal, the phone rang, and I let Kevin answer it. When the call had finished he told me, “That project for tomorrow… well one of the kids couldn’t come tomorrow, but they can tonight, so I said yes. They’ll be here in a half hour.”
That’s okay Kevin. I’ll just watch some TV. It’s been a while.
We tidied up just as the hot pie came out of the oven. It would need to cool at least an hour, but warm apple pie with French vanilla ice cream was going into our stomachs tonight, and I didn’t care if it was midnight.
The doorbell rang, as I was wiping down the counter. Kevin headed for the door carrying his nearly empty wine glass and looking like a tiger ready to pounce. Kevin wasn’t all that tall for his age, but he stood nearly five-six. He was filling out though. The last time I saw him at a swim meet, his package had certainly left the little boy stage way behind. Besides that, he was a handsome kid. He had a good build and thick wavy sandy hair. The kid was buff, and the little shit knew it.
I heard some girl voices and then they seemed to get closer. I turned around holding on to the pie as the girls walked in to the kitchen. That’s when the pie almost hit the floor. It was the two girls from Starbucks. I smiled at them and they giggled. I thought… this is not good. Behave yourself, Jeff.
The tall one just stared at me, and the little one giggled some more.
Smiling back I said, “Well… twice in the same day. Hello again ladies.”
Kevin looked confused as the little one giggled again. The tall one looking at Kevin said, “We sort of met at Starbucks earlier today.”
Kevin looked at her and said, “What does sort of met, mean?”
The little one spoke up and told the story. Kevin got it and thought nothing of it, then said, “That’s weird. Anyway, this is my brother Jeff. Jeff, this is Adrianne, and this is TJ, her cousin. Her real name is Tanya Jean, but she likes to be called TJ. We’re all in the same Geography class.”
As he spoke about her he walked over closer and put his arm gently and loosely around her waist. Damn, I thought… knowing it or not he just claimed his territory. TJ knew it and blushed a little indicating she was interested in Kevin too.
Adrianne had not taken her eyes off of me since she walked in to the kitchen. I saw this beautiful face but couldn’t read anything from it. Her eye color matched her hair. Multi-colored dark browns with variations and gold specks. She was a knockout. Both girls had also changed clothes. She wore a brown and gold plaid pleated skirt just above her knees, and a v-neck dark brown sweater with puff sleeves. Her legs were dynamite. They were straight as a ruler with cute knees with a long taper from her muscular calf to her ankles. She also wore a pair of dark brown Mary-Jane’s with little bows across the top of the toe and a small heal as well. But it was her hair that nearly gave me a woody. Half of it was behind her back, but the rest was flowing over one shoulder and hanging nearly down to the hem of her skirt. Even in this light it shimmered.
TJ was more daring. She wore a dark green skirt and the hem was half way up her thigh which wasn’t that long to begin with. On top was a loose fitting flowered print, button front wispy blouse with the first button latched just about where her bra crossed her chest, if she was wearing one. From my view of her, I just couldn’t tell. Her black Mary-Jane’s had a one and a half inch heal. Yep, TJ was a little cutie and she and Kevin looked great standing together. She was so tiny but also she was well proportioned and compact. I was amazed at them both, but clearly Adrianne was a very old recurring fantasy of mine come true.
Kevin said, “I’ve pretty much got everything set-up in the family room to get this as done as we can. What time do you have to be home?”
TJ said, “Oh about three hours. I need to be home no later than ten-thirty.”
I looked at them all and told them to get started and in about an hour and a half they could take a break and have some apple pie and ice cream. I told the girls to call home and tell their parents as I’d be taking them home. That came out of me very unexpectedly, and surprised even me.
Adrianne was still looking my way and was strangely making me uncomfortable. The only reason for that was that I couldn’t read her, and I could read most people very easily. She was also quiet. Quiet runs deep, and that may have been even more frightening had I dwelt on it.
TJ said, “That’s really nice of you. My mom will appreciate that. I’ll call her so she can get comfy.”
Then she looked at Kevin and blushed a little as I saw them holding hands and said, “Let’s get this thing done – then we may have some extra time to… oh you know… watch TV or play a game or something. Come on… let’s get to it.”
Now her face was flush red. Yep, this girl I could read. She was a little hottie, she had a crush on Kevin, and I knew it. But Adrianne was a stone and seemed to just follow TJ’s lead.
TJ and Kevin walked toward the family room and Adrianne followed behind. I got a sense that she felt left out, but that was just a guess.
After cleaning the kitchen, I turned on the tube. I found an old Monday night football game on dads TiVo. I had missed it so I sat myself down to watch. TiVo could shrink a three hour game by more than half, and that’s about all the time I had.
The game was great, but I was having a hard time focusing on it as thoughts about Adrianne kept coming into my mind.
Time for a confession. Yes, I have always been attracted to young girls, but I had never been intimate with one – ever. I had my fantasies though, and they were very richly detailed what ifs - generally ending with us making love. I’d read a lot about the topic, but finally I concluded that regardless of the apparent willingness of a young girl to be in an intimate with an older guy, the risks were just too high that her expectations might be counter to her experience. That could be very bad for her. With the other issues of arrest and jail, it was bad on both sides… but really… the last thing I would ever want to do is harm a young girl in any way at all. Besides all of that, even having flirted with some very cute young girls, nothing had ever dug into me nearly as bad as seeing Adrianne earlier today. This was going to require a ton of self control, and I believed that I was up for that.
The game flew by and I heard voices. I stopped the TiVo, shut off the tube and into the kitchen they came.
Kevin said, “Apple pie time, Jeff. I can’t wait.”
They sat on the breakfast counter as I started cutting the pie. Adrianne said, “Make it a small piece for me.” TJ piped in with, “Give me double what you give her.” And Kevin didn’t have to ask. He’d eat the whole damn pie if I let him.
The pie cut and the ice cream scooped along side, we chatted. I should say that TJ and Kevin did most of it. Adrianne just sat straight on the bar stool and ate her pie. Since TJ and Kevin were very involved, I started talking to Adrianne.
I asked her how the pie was. She said, “This is really terrific. My mom makes good pies too, but the crust on this is so flakey and buttery, and the filling and apples are just perfect.”
I asked her if she wanted another piece. She thought for a moment and said, “I’d like that… but not too much and no more ice cream. It almost ruins the taste of the pie.”
With that slice cut, only half of the pie remained. Kevin asked for more and was denied. He started to make a fuss, but one look at me told him to stop arguing and he did. What surprised me next was that Kevin suggested that they go back and finish the report.
TJ agreed and they both hopped off the bar stools and headed towards the family room. When they were out of sight I heard TJ squeal and then giggle and she said something like, Kevin, you’re a bad boy.
Adrianne wasn’t quite finished and I just stood there in silence eating my pie and trying desperately not to look at her. When she finished she got off the bar stool and took her plate behind me over to the sink and started to rinse it off. I turned to watch. This was the first time I had a full look at her from behind. I believe that I actually started to tremble. Her hair wasn’t cut straight at the bottom. It was cut in a wedge. The longest point was below her butt by nearly a foot. I actually turned away because I couldn’t handle it. That was the most erotic sight I had ever encountered.
Turning half way back to her, I told her that I’d take care of cleaning up. She turned her head to look at me and as she did her motion caused a wave in her hair to start from her head and rippled all the way down. I controlled a huge sigh as that happened. Then I was looking at her face directly. I swear, there is no picture that could be taken that would fully appreciate the sight I beheld. Yes, I know this was all reptilian brain stuff, but when you are there in that space, you just don’t care. She was so beautiful it hurt.
“That’s okay,” she said, “I can imagine you have your hands full enough with Kevin. This is no trouble at all.”
I told her that he wasn’t so bad and just tried not to seem obvious. I think I failed.
When she was finished, she walked around back to the bar stool and sat down. I asked her if she was going to go back and work on the project.
“My part is done, and they are mostly finished too, but TJ gave me the eye to leave her and Kevin alone for awhile,” she said. “She has a crush on him and has since he started coming to our school.” As she spoke she bowed her head towards her chest and spoke slower, and I could also see her fiddling with her hands.
You don’t seem to be too happy about this. What’s the matter?
“Nothing really… I’m fine,” she said.
“I don’t think that you are… what’s bothering you. I’m a pretty good listener if you want to give me a chance,” I said. There is nothing that girls or women need more from a guy than a guy who will just listen to them and shut up while they’re talking.
She hesitated for a moment or two and then said, “It’s hard being best friends with TJ. She’s so popular and all the boys want to be with her. I just felt left out a lot of times,” her voice cracking a little.
Oh heavens girl, you have to have a lot of admirers at the school, someone as pretty as you must have a boy friend already.
After I said that, I was astonished by her answer and the tone of it. She got angry. She stood up from the bar stool and looked at me with a harsh face. I could see her eyes were filling with tears. She said, “LOOK AT ME!”
As I did, I couldn’t imagine what she was talking about. Forgetting all of my own desires, here was a young lady that was angry and very sad.
Okay, I said, I’m looking at you and what I see is a very beautiful young lady. What specifically are you trying to get me to see?
She walked around the counter and walked up very close to me. She looked up a little as I looked down at her but we were less than a foot apart, and almost eye to eye.
She said, “Do you see now?”
And I did, it was the closest I’d been to her. First off now I could smell her perfume and also her hair. It almost put me back into the ravaged part of my soul that wanted to take her right there in the kitchen. Her skin was flawless, smooth and silky. I wanted to reach out and touch her hair, but thank god I knew better.
So quietly as I looked into those magnificent eyes I told her that she even looked more beautiful than when she was on the other side of the counter.
“Are all guys boneheads,” she said. “I thought at least you would understand?”
I told her, “Okay I’m a bonehead… I admit it but honestly there is not one thing that is wrong with you, on the contrary. Any boy whose heart doesn’t stop cold when he sees you is not human.” Oh shit, I probably shouldn’t have said that.
There was a momentary giggle from her lips that came in spite of her rage but then she said, “My nickname at school is STICKS… There is only one boy in the class that is nearly as tall as I am and HE’S A JERK… and the rest of the boys end up eye-level staring into my non existent chest. I’M A FREAK. NOW do you get it?”
Great, I thought as I saw her eyes filling again with tears then she really started crying. It wasn’t deliberate nor did I have a conscious thought about it, I just reached my arms around her and pulled her toward my chest. She laid her head on my shoulder and quietly sobbed.
Reality intruded and I realized that both of my hands were on that long flowing mane of hers. Oh my god it was glorious. It was the most amazing tactile sensation I have ever experienced in my life.
Then she pulled herself closer by wrapping her arms around me. I’m sure it was
unconscious on her part her hips met mine very solidly. My eyes were closed as
I pulled her even closer. What she had said finally sunk in and I felt very
badly for her. But her closeness felt so natural, and the feel of that silky
hair sent shivers up and down my spine. I could also feel her chest against
mine, and while they might have not been visible, Adrianne had very nice, very
small firm breasts, and as she held me closer, I could feel her nipples
harden. Oh Christ, I was a wreck.
“Adrianne, I’m sorry that I didn’t understand. When I saw you earlier today, I have to admit that I was totally captivated by all of you. For me, your height was a bonus. I’ll bet you that many of the boys your age are just as taken by you. The trouble is with someone is as pretty as you are, most boys feel like they wouldn’t stand a chance with you. Sure, they might be a little self conscious about you being taller, but that never occurs to them – it’s your striking beauty that they feel is unattainable to them. Boys hate rejection in any form. At that age they don’t know that girls feel the same way. You feel left out not because you think they don’t want to be with you. My guess is that they are simply terrified to even try to ask. That’s why you got that nickname. It is a way of creating a defensive posture for them to tell the other boys that it’s not worth even trying. Tell me, none of the girls call you sticks do they?” Well that went rather well I thought.
She sobbed a no but she then told me that most of the other girls keep her at arms length and never want her around when they are having fun, except TJ.
I laughed a little and she pulled away and she looked at me scowling. I got the look and told her that wasn’t a surprise. If I’m right about how great you look, that means that you are real strong competition for the rest of the girls. They don’t want you around to snag the guys they are after, because they would lose out to you. Girls are very controlling, especially at your age. Take a look at the clicks of girls in your school. The strong one… the leader, is always prettier than the rest. She does that so she’s the focus of all the attention from the boys and doesn’t have to worry about any competition… or so they think. The other girls stay with her to get the boys she rejects. Now tell me I’m wrong.
“Who made you so smart?” she said rhetorically as she wiped the tears off her pink cheeks. “Yea, I guess you’re right, but I’m going to have to think about this.”
Reluctantly, I let go of her waist and she stepped back. She was still hurting, but then she looked at me really strangely and said, “I think you might be mean… all that talk about me being pretty. I’m not and I know it… you just said that to make me feel better. Right?”
Now it was my turn to get pissed. Even though I wanted to grab her and kiss her for a very long time, and do other things as well, my anger took over. In a very animated and nearly outrageous manner, flailing my arms like a crazed Italian I said, “Of course… you’re absolutely right. You really need to see a dermatologist so that he can prescribe some really strong medicine to get rid of those huge zits… and please start washing your face. You have enough blackheads on it to make you look five shades darker. Maybe your folks can also have you see a plastic surgeon too. That fat nose… my god… which side of your family did that come from? And while you’re at it, a really good orthopedist could probably fix your really severe knock knees. I mean it might be painful because he’d most likely have to break both of your femurs to get them straight… But hey… what the hell. Oh the hunch back has to go too. It’s really disgusting.”
I’m not sure why but I was not really looking at her while I was on that roll. When my eyes finally focused on her she was starting to laugh really hard. I think hearing her laugh is what brought me back to looking at her.
“You’re funny… that was great. But still, I think you greatly exaggerated how good I look.”
I just stood there and shook my head as she laughed. I guess I looked really disgusted by her comment.
Again, I got it. She wanted to hear it again from me. Okay, I could play along. I took a risk and as I walked closer to her my hands rose to close on both sides of her face, pushing her hair away and running it through my fingers, my hands stopped right behind her ears. With my thumbs on her cheeks I tilted her head to look me straight in the eye and told her, “If I were thirteen or you were over eighteen, not one other guy on this planet would stand a chance getting to you as fast as I would. And I wouldn’t let go, unless you had no interest. Then I’d just be heartbroken.”
In my head I said to myself, “Shit Jeff, do you realize what you just said? You are a complete ass hole… now shut-up before you get into real trouble.”
I left it at that. It was very true what I had said, and she knew it, and more importantly felt it. For the first time I saw Adrianne smile… and I mean smile with her whole face. She magically changed into a goddess. If I was hooked before, now I was smitten. I truly wanted to get her out of the house as fast as I could. I couldn’t take any more of this so I just got some distance between us and backed away.
After a minute she said, “Wow… you really did mean it. Nobody has ever said anything like that to me ever… well except my mom... well sorta.” Then she got all shy and started blushing and tilted her head down again.
Not having a clue what to say I asked her if she wanted some more pie. How stupid can you get. When I looked back at her, the look I got back was frightening. First off, she believed what I had said to her. The second part was now she was eyeing me like I did her earlier in the day. Adrianne sensed that I saw her as a woman, not a little girl. And scarier yet, she seemed to like that.
Luckily, Kevin and TJ walked in to the kitchen just as it was getting really awkward. I looked at Kevin and laughing inside I said, “Hey buddy, I really dig the love bites on your neck. Those will look great at school tomorrow. Hopefully it will be all nice and purple and stand out just as much as you want it too…. great suction TJ.”
TJ started lifting her own collar and blushed very deeply. Kevin was honestly surprised and walked over to a mirror to look, but not at all embarrassed. He looked into the mirror and pulled back his collar and said, “Way cool TJ. That felt really nice too.” He swaggered back to the group strutting like the testosterone infused jock that he wanted to grow up to be.
I smacked him lightly on the back of the head and said, “Want to be a real stud… If you do, don’t let the ladies leave marks, and never leave them on a girl… well except maybe where they don’t show in polite company. No visible evidence. That takes more balls then looking like you hovered yourself with the vacuum hose. Never… ever… kiss and tell. Get that, Kevin?”
TJ said, “Yea… he’s right.” Then she hauled off and punched Kevin in the arm pretty hard. He took it without flinching but then grabbed her and started tickling her unmercifully. God could that little chick could shriek and scream with laughter. But she was a fighter too, and soon they were both rolling around the floor tormenting each other. They both became breathless and the tickling stopped. But I was right about one other thing that night. TJ wasn’t wearing a bra. As they tussled on the floor, I caught several glimpses of those really cute tiny tits. When she got up from the floor, her nipples were hard as rocks too.
Adrianne remained silent again but after the screaming stopped she said, “It’s after ten, we really need to get going home.”
I agreed and they all started to collect their things. When we got to the SUV, Kevin and TJ sat in the back seat. I opened the door for Adrianne, which I think surprised her, and finally I got in and we headed out. I asked who lived closer, and that turned out to be TJ. We drove silently to her house, as TJ and Kevin were kissing each other the whole way there. They said their good-byes as I dropped TJ off.
Getting to Adrianne’s house took longer. By then Kevin had on his headset and was listening to tunes. I asked Adrianne if she could pick one boy at her school to date, who would it be. She didn’t hesitate. She told me it was this guy named Chet Gilbert. He was in eighth grade and nearly as tall as she was. Then she asked why I asked her.
I told her I was just curious to see what her preferences would be.
She bought that, and said, “He’s always been nice to me. He’s never called me Sticks, and one time when another boy did, he told him to stop it.”
“So, how has he been nice to you?”
She said, “Well nothing much really, but he always smiles at me when he sees me. He’s a pretty handsome guy too. I mean it’s not like we ever talked or anything.”
“Does he have a girlfriend?” I asked.
“I think maybe more than one… which is weird… but most of the girls at the school think he’s a real catch,” she said.
I just left it at that. Adrianne, aside from her genetically imposed tallness, seemed to be very mature for her age. While my libido was finally quieting down, just catching glimpses of her from the side gave my stomach flutters.
We got to her house and I walked her to the door, while Kevin switched seats. Her mom opened the door and that told me where Adrianne had gotten her looks. Her mom was at least six foot tall, and while her hair was shorter, she looked like an older sister more than her mom. She was very a very beautiful woman.
She thanked me for driving Adrianne home. I said my good-byes and hopped back into the SUV now with Kevin in the front seat.
About a block away, I said, “Kevin, looks like TJ is one little hottie. Better be careful buddy. Has mom or dad given you the talk yet?”
“Way to many times,” he said as he struggled trying to get something out of his pocket. Finally he managed to open his wallet and show me the requisite old condom that had been in there for god knows how long.
“See,” he said.
I was laughing pretty hard and he was puzzled as to why, so I said, “There are three things to remember about a condom. First is to always remember to use it. Second is that you shouldn’t store them in a wallet. They have a shelf life and that pitiful condom in your hand would be about as effective as a hair net. Replace them every three months… oh, and keep them in your back-pack, not your wallet. The hotter they get the sooner they rot. Tomorrow, we go shopping to replace your stock.
“Good to know, Jeff. What’s the third thing?”
Okay, he was paying attention, so I said, “Always remember to use it.”
“Yea… that was the first thing… but what’s the third thing?” He said getting frustrated with me.
“Kevin… that is the first and the third thing. Most guy’s carry one around to impress other guys. Screw that… you use these so that you don’t die, and so that you don’t procreate. It is essential that if you are ever in a situation with a girl where you are going to have intercourse, no matter how long it takes, no matter how impatient you are, no matter how much pressure she is giving you – Always remember to use it,” I said with the force of my dad, but differently than he would have said it.
“Heavy, Jeff. I’ve never seen you this serious. What’s the deal?”
“When I was in high school, I got a girl pregnant. That was two months of living hell. The girl didn’t want the child, and had no willingness to bring the baby into the world, so eventually she had an abortion. That was a lot harder than I imagined. It hurt us both, and still does. Oh, she told me she was on The Pill. She lied to me. I went in bare back at just the right time of her cycle. I was only a year older than you are now. Don’t make the same mistake.”
Kevin’s mouth was open in astonishment. He’d never heard that story before. Finally after thinking it over he said, “Sorry that happened, Jeff. I sure don’t want that to happen to me. Thanks for telling me.”
“That two months of hell could have been years had I caught AIDS or another STD. When I’m with a lady now, and it’s going to last awhile, I insist that we go get blood tests together. I want us both to know that we are disease free before we start. I’ve lost several potential women friends because of that, because they refused. When they did, it was over and I never looked back. That’s how serious I take it.”
I let him roll this around in his mind without talking. We didn’t speak until we were back at the house. After we got settled, I asked him, “So, how long have you and TJ been an item?”
He said, “Oh, after looking at the selection at school, I guess I picked her. She’s a lot of fun, and a little devil too. She’s always up for a prank. She’s really cute and I like her spirit. She likes to cuddle too – that’s nice. Better yet, she’s pretty easy going. I can tell you this, she’s not shy. She’s not the kind to say one thing one minute and something different the next. Once we kissed, I didn’t have to fumble around any more after that. Same’s true with the rest. We’ve been hanging out for almost six weeks. Tonight was a good night too,” he said with that smirk of his.
“Talk about permission,” I said. “That top of hers was very interesting. More interesting was that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Just be careful, Kevin, at that age her chest is very sensitive, so go easy buddy.”
Kevin actually blushed and again his mouth was open when he said, “Shit Jeff, do you notice everything?”
“Pretty much, buddy. Was that your first squeeze?”
Now he blushed even redder. After the flush subsided he said, “Kinda yes and kinda no. But tonight I got to touch all of it, so I guess the other times don’t count. It was cool. We were kissing and she put my hand on top of her boob really gently. Damn did I get hard fast. They might be small, but they felt so cool… I mean they were really warm… but it was way cool. They’re so nice and firm and she really seemed to like it too. Her eyes were all happy and shit. Girls are weird man, but she’s one of the best. But I think Sticks is jealous… that worries me some because TJ and her are so close.”
I tried to keep my voice calm and think I nearly succeeded when I said, “Kevin… please don’t ever call Adrianne; Sticks. I mean not to her face, or even with others. When other kids do that, tell them to stop too. She hates that name. She told me earlier this evening when you two were back in the family room. It really hurts her a lot.”
“Really? She never said anything to me.”
Remember back a few years when I called you Runt all the time? I didn’t know that you hated that until mom told me. After I knew, I never called you that again. You were so small back then, and I thought it was a cute nick name. But you hated it. Well Adrianne is just the opposite. She’s taller than anyone in the class. Imagine how she feels. Tell me, what boy is going to try and be friendly with her?”
“Damn, that used to piss me off – especially when you said it in front of my friends. I can’t remember the last time you called me that. Oh yea, I hated that. Thanks for stopping. As to Sti… I mean Adrianne, I never thought of her situation before. Realizing it now, that must be tough on her. I mean besides being flat chested, and really tall she’s one of the prettiest girls in school. But you’re right, boys want someone shorter then they are.”
“Maybe that’s why she’s concerned about you and TJ. From what I hear, TJ is her only close school friend. She feels pretty lonely at school. How do the other girls treat her?”
Kevin thought a moment and said, “Yea… you’re right. I’ve heard the girls talk about how pretty she is, but they never talk to her really. Oh sometimes one or two of them will eat lunch with her if there are no other tables available, but they pretty much leave her alone. TJ sticks pretty close to her when we aren’t together.”
“Kevin,” I asked, “Do you know a guy at school called Chet Gilbert?”
“Yep… sometimes after school, Chet and I swim laps at the High-School pool. He’s an okay guy… and how do you know him anyway?”
“Do me a favor, Kevin. See if Chet can come by on Saturday or Sunday afternoon for awhile to swim. Make sure that Adrianne and TJ can come too. Tell them to bring their swim gear. Have a little private party – I’ll buy the Pizza,” I said. And don’t let Adrianne know that Chet is coming, please.”
“I’ve never seen you like this, Jeff. What’s with you? But I’ll try. You may not know that Chet is seeing someone at school anyway. If Trisha ever found out about this… wow – the shit would fly,” he said whistling after he said it.
“Who’s Trisha? I asked him.
“Just the hottest eighth grader at school. She’s a bitch too. What a snark. I can’t stand her. She hangs around with the quote – beautiful people – unquote who just don’t look quite as good as she does. The rest of the girls she just looks down on and snubs them,” he said. I could see the wheels in Kevin’s head turning and thinking about what she would do to him if she found out.
“Jeff?” He said with a question mark.
“What, Kevin?”
“You are avoiding my questions by asking me questions. So, What’s the deal? Why so interested in Adrianne?”
“Simple, Kevin. She’s got a problem. She feels unwanted and un-pretty. She needs some friends at school to make her feel better. What would be better than to improve her image than to have Chet being nice to her. Really, she was feeling bad when she was sitting in here eating her pie, while you and TJ were playing your bump and grind in the family room. I want to help if I can. It’s that simple.”
“I’ll try… really. But here’s a thing. Trisha is built… get my drift?”
“Try this… if they are all in swim suites, you might be surprised at Adrianne’s build. I mean, who could tell based on what she wears,” I said.
“You mean she’s got boobs? Wow, that would be a surprise.”
“Not sure, Kev… it’s just a guess,” I said.
“Like I said, I’ll see what I can do.”
“Kevin… don’t see… do. Make it happen. I’ll owe you one if you pull this off.”
“Cash?” He asked smiling with all of his front teeth showing at me.
“No cash, but trust me, someone my age could probably do a lot better when the need arises.”
For the next few days Kevin and I would talk after dinner. Mostly he was asking me questions about girls and why they were so strange, weird and compelling. Sometimes the conversations went past ten o’clock. I guess he figured that I had some insight and he really pushed me for information.
As to the rest of it, Kevin came through and had everything set-up with TJ’s help by Friday. They would be coming on Saturday in the early afternoon.
We were up early on Saturday and I put us both to work cleaning up the place. I gave Kevin latrine duty and his messy room. We went shopping for food and had the house in good shape by twelve. They were due here at two-thirty and Chet was coming a half-hour earlier.
Chet arrived earlier than expected. He was a handsome kid with a good build and more thick sandy hair. When I noticed that, I thought that the three of us could almost pass for brothers we looked so similar. I guess he stood about five-nine or five-ten. That was perfect for Adrianne, and if the day went well, and the kid had any sense, Adrianne would have a friend. Of course nothing at that age is ever really just right. I remember it being a muddle of grief everywhere I turned. But looking back, it was really a great time in my life. Kids that age over dramatize just about everything. It has to be the hormones, and uncertainty about how to act and be with people of the opposite sex.
Kevin showed Chet the pool, and Chet was quite impressed. Apparently, Chet had a love for swimming too. After that, he and Kevin went off to play some video games. I’d forgotten to ask Kevin if Chet knew that Adrianne was going to be there too.
Even though the girls were a little late they showed up too. But they were dressed very differently than they had been the other night. It was a very warm fall day, and that was just fine with me. The girls were very casual and wore shorts and flip-flops. TJ had on this tight little girl T-shirt that left little to the imagination, and of course, Adrianne had on a black lose fitting T-shirt with the face, or should I say faces of a girl on the front. The one face was sectioned into many partial faces. While the picture looked whole, the face was made up of different expressions. It was pretty and scary at the same time.
Adrianne seemed happy when she walked in and seemed to be relaxed. TJ said, “Where’s Kevin?”
Just as I was ready to answer, Kevin and Chet came out of the hallway. TJ ran to Kevin and gave him a hug, and Adrianne went stone faced. Chet looked confused too, but said hi to TJ and then looked at Adrianne and said, “Glad you could come too, Adrianne.”
Then he walked towards her and looking at the image on her shirt he said, “Wow that’s a radical drawing. I’m not sure if… no I like it.” All the time he was staring right at her chest. Adrianne blushed and then looked over at me and gave me a really quick evil eye.
TJ could see the fire burning in Adrianne and walked over to her and stood next to her. Adrianne said to Chet. “Well, I’m surprised you’re here too, Chet. It’s nice to see you…” then as Chet looked at her, with a free hand Adrianne put her arm behind TJ and pinched her hard on her arm. TJ controlled her yelp and just squeaked and tried real hard to smile. “
Chet looked confused and said, “I knew you were going to be here… Kevin and I’ve been wanting to swim in his pool for a long time. When he said TJ was coming over too, I just expected that you’d be here. You look really nice, Adrianne,” he said trying to be a good guy.
Kevin said, “Come on Chet, let’s get changed. I’m going to trounce you really bad. Just give me eight or more laps. You have a hell of a racing dive I’d love to master.” Then turning to the girls he said, “We’ll be in the pool by the time you guys get changed. Just meet us out there, okay?”
TJ agreed as the boys walked off.
TJ asked me, “Where do we change, Jeff?”
I pointed towards the other wing of the house and said, “Change in my folk’s room. At least that’ll give you more privacy than being in the room across from the boys.”
She started heading that way then stopped and said, “Come on Adrianne.”
Adrianne said, “You go ahead, I’ll be there in a minute.”
As soon as TJ was out of sight, Adrianne looked at me with her anger reasonably contained and said, “This is really embarrassing you know. What did you tell Kevin?”
I said, “The truth. I avoided most of his questions, but I did tell him that he needed to include you in activities where TJ was involved. He got it then… before that he didn’t. Boy’s don’t think real clearly when it comes to girls you know.”
She softened a bit but said, “So how come he invited Chet?”
“I asked him to. But when he asked why Chet, I changed the subject. He still doesn’t know that you mentioned him to me the other night – honest. Look, instead of being pissed off at me, get your cute ass in gear and go out there and have some fun. This is an opportunity – take advantage of it. Chet seems like a good kid. Use your wily feminine ways and get what you want. Standing in here talking to me is a waste of time.”
“I’ve never had a boy friend… this is all new to me. It’s scary,” she said.
“Adrianne… watch your cousin… she pretty much has it nailed. She’s got Kevin wrapped very tightly and she knows it. Kevin on the other hand doesn’t have a clue. Besides, Chet isn’t your boyfriend yet. That takes work on your part. Do you know an eighth grader named Trisha?”
Adrianne scowled big time and said, “Yes.”
“Are you close… do you like her?” I asked.
She answered just like I thought she would, “I can’t stand her.”
“Well I hear that she’s after Chet. You’ve got the whole afternoon today to see to it that she cry’s really hard on Monday. Take Chet away from her. That should really nock her down a peg or two. But hear this kiddo, do it because you think you like Chet, not because you loathe Trisha. Just use the hatred of her to give you the courage to be yourself. That’s all it will probably take.”
At least after that I got a smile from her. Then she hung her head a little and quietly said, “I should have probably brought my other swim suit. Oh well.” Then she looked at me and said, “Later on I want to know why you seem to care so much. I mean… oh we’ll talk later. You know you make me really happy and very angry at you all at the same time.”
I got cocky and said, “I, my dear, have a dazzling affect on women. Besides, I think you’re worth it. Now get in there and change before the boys come out.”
Without comment, but with a very sexy look at me she headed off to change.
Fairly soon the boys, ignoring me completely, walked through the room on their way to the pool. They were both wearing their black Speedos. Both boys were very handsome. Chet, was even showing a tiny narrow happy trail just below his navel. Those Speedos were revealing and showed that at least down there, they were mature. With luck their brains would catch up in about five years.
I heard them dive and then saw them racing across the pool.
TJ showed up and said, “I’m tired of waiting for her… she wishes she had brought another bikini than the one she has. She’ll be out when she’s ready. I think she’s mad at me.”
Now TJ was cute… I mean really cute and in that bikini she wore she made herself ‘available,’ whether she knew it or not. It wasn’t the bikini per se, nor was it its size; small to non-existent being the operative word here. Simply, it was how she moved and the body language she transmitted when she wore it. It was very natural. Style wise, it was a deep royal blue with designs in it. If that bikini weighted two ounces, I would have been surprised. It just covered her small boobs… well almost covered most of them. The bottom was just as revealing. Someone would have to explain how a bikini could be manufactured to come exactly to where the pubic hair line was. Now that was just a guess… but I have a real good idea about where that is. Essentially the bottom was one flap of material with string ties to hold it on to the body. Her very cute bottom was covered by maybe a third, and the rest was just really smooth skin. The material did have some weight to it, because I could just barely see TJ’s nipples.
As I looked at her she noticed my body language and that pleased her. She was a little tease, without being a tease at all I think. Better yet, she was a flirt… yea that works… and she really enjoyed flirting. It didn’t matter with who, I suspected; it just was the way she was.
I asked her, “Why is Adrianne mad at you.”
“Maybe because I didn’t tell her Chet was coming. Kevin wanted it to be a surprise. Well it certainly was,” she said.
I told her, “She won’t stay mad… give it fifteen minutes and you’ll be back in her good graces. She’s probably happy that he is here, and glad that you had something to do with that.”
“Maybe,” she said. Then she flipped to being a little flirt again. She put her arms up over her head and turned around slowly as she said, “Like my Bikini?”
It was my turn to tease her, “Tell me… your mother knows that you have that… swatch of material called a bikini… right?”
God did she blush when I said that.
“Well, she’s never seen it… but I have others that are not quite as modest as this one is,” she said still blushing.
“Oh, I said,” she’s seen those but not this modest one – I see,” I said as sarcastically as I could.
“Come on Jeff… do you like it?”
“Let me say that if you were my daughter, I’d lock you away for awhile. And, yes… it looks very good on you, or better you look very good in what there is of it. Now get outside and have some fun,” I said wanting to smack her bottom. To me TJ was just a precocious kid doing what kids that age did. I remember types like her from when I was that age. Some fond memories floated through my head.
She just giggled and headed out the door.
I watched. As soon as she knew she was being watched by the guys, a noticeable wiggle in her walk appeared. TJ could not look nonchalant if she tried, but the boys didn’t notice that – all they saw was skin… lots of skin.
Turning on the TV, I sat down. Adrianne’s remark about her bathing gear had me picturing something out of the twenties at Cony Island. I saw, black heavy tops covering ninety percent of their skin with bloomers down to their mid calf or lower. No… I just couldn’t picture the hats they used to wear back then on Adrianne.
It may have been ten minutes later as I was getting really engrossed in the movie that someone walked in front of me. I looked up and it was… Oh my god. My eyes couldn’t believe what they saw. And I was only seeing the rear view. She was carrying the hat in her hand. I was speechless.
“Adrianne,” I said, wanting her to turn so that I could see the front view.
She did a pirouette and faced me. That’s when I nearly lost it. The suit was a one-piece, but that was just a technicality. It was also black, but shimmery black. The one-piece had many holes in it. The back had two thin straps over her shoulders widening to her hip line and then expanding out to cover her some of her bottom. In front, the straps were holding up material crossing her chest… sort of, then going down to her hip line again and dipping into a deep Vee as it covered her crotch. Under her breasts, and down to as low as anything like this could be at her pubic hair line - it was an open hole exposing her flesh. The material was so thin that it looked like sprayed on Latex. You could see every nuance of her shape under the suit. Her breasts were beautiful small mounds of flesh that were very circular and surprisingly wide. As I looked at her, her nipples hardened… just like my cock was doing. Her crotch was so visible that the word camel toe just doesn’t cut it. You could see her labia, and most of her pubic ridge, but then it faded out above her crack. That took me awhile to figure that out, but what dulled the image was undeniably her scant pubic hair. Her small rib cage went down to a smaller waist and a nice flare at her hips. It was the most erotic youthful hourglass figure I had ever seen. And seeing all of her long legs just about knocked me off the sofa. Oh… the hat… I forgot the hat… I had no idea what it was for, but it was the same material as the suit. To top all of this off, half of her hair was behind her, and the rest hung over her right shoulder. I literally shuddered and was made speechless. She knew the affect she was having on me too. That just couldn’t be disguised, even if I had known what was coming.
“Did you want something, Jeff?” She said stone straight.
“Interesting suit, Adrianne… It certainly fits you well. I just thought that you would be wearing something a tad less modest than what you are wearing,” I gave the line straight, but I could see the corners of her mouth curl slightly into a nearly nonexistent smile. What’s the hat for?”
She looked down at her hand and said, “It’s a bathing cap. That’s the reason I bought this suite. The cap fits very tightly. If I got my hair really wet, I’d be spending three hours drying it. This cap works pretty well.”
“Good to know if I ever have hair as long as yours,” I said.
She laughed and then without saying a word headed out the glass doors to the pool. It just so happened that the boys were sitting at the edge of the pool facing the house as she walked out. As soon as the sun hit her, Kevin nudged Chet in the ribs. They both looked toward Adrianne, and I could see them mouth, fuck me. Shortly after that, TJ saw her and just smiled, and almost laughed as she shook her head. I couldn’t tell whether she had seen the suit before of not.
I can’t tell you what happened in the next fifteen minutes as I went quickly to the bathroom for some privacy.
Refreshed, but not composed, I decided to continue watching my movie. I was only interrupted by laughs, giggles, and water noises. My eyes kept shifting from the TV to the pool, at least what I could see of it. While Adrianne was more controlled than TJ, she seemed to be having fun. Chet was certainly interested. Poor Kevin didn’t know which of the girls to look at.
That was not an issue for me. I saw Adrianne come up to the sliding glass doors and dry off her legs and feet. She came in, and asked to use the rest room.
“You know where it is, and you needn’t bother to ask again, really. The bathroom, the fridge, just make yourself at home,” I said.
As she walked past me with the suite now wet, I knew that I was going to use the head again right after she was finished. My god she was so amazingly beautiful it really hurt. And this time her hair was all bunched up into that black hat. So it just wasn’t the hair.
About an hour later Kevin walked in. He asked if I could order Pizza. I agreed and asked him how things were going.
“Wow… Chet was blown away… I mean really. The funny part was that TJ knew about her suit, but had never seen it. I never figured Adrianne for such a hottie – damn Jeff, she’s beautiful. I think that TJ is a tad jealous. My arm is sore from her hitting me for me looking at Adrianne. It seems that Chet and Adrianne are hitting it off. After we played chicken we both had to fake swimming a couple of laps to let the bad boy calm down. But TJ looks great too, and she’s been… oh, I’ll tell you later. Let us know when the Pizza is here.”
Thirty minutes later the Pizza was delivered. I was really hungry and I figured that the kids were too after swimming all afternoon. I called out to the kids and they started to collect their stuff to come in and change. Some kind of torture was going on between Kevin, and Chet and the target was TJ. They both chased her into the house trying to nail her cute butt with a towel snap but she was quick on those tiny legs and got away from them. The boys laughed as they went to the other wing to change.
Adrianne came in a little behind them. I was back by the breakfast counter and wished I had remained on the sofa. The poor girl’s suit had creped up her slit and now it became a front thong, revealing her labia.
I tried not to stare… really. I lucked out I think because it was very bright outside and Adrianne didn’t notice me staring down there as her eyes adjusted to the lower light levels. Many women I’ve been with shave their pubes and hooray for that. This was different; there was nothing here to shave… just silky smooth skin. I never figured that slight difference would matter, but somehow my mind thought it was amazing. In turn, the brain sent a signal to wherever and I got rock hard almost immediately.
While prolonging the vision would have been great, I also felt sorry for her. So I said, “Adrianne… you should really adjust your suit…” and I pointed which was tacky and finally finished by saying, “… down there.”
Adrianne looked down and then went beet red. But at the same time, without turning away from me, she pulled the stretchy material out and away from her crotch exposing the rest of it to me and then covered herself once more. It all happened pretty fast, but not so fast that my mind couldn’t snap a photo. If I thought it looked amazing hiding under that material - fully exposed it was a masterpiece.
She looked up at me redder still, and said, “I swear, I’ve been adjusting this suit all day. Wearing this again wouldn’t be good, and wearing it today was a mistake. Thanks for telling me… I’m so embarrassed, please forgive me.”
Playing it straight and honest too, I said, “No apology is necessary. Now hurry and change, the Pizza is getting cold.”
She smiled at me still blushing a little and headed off to change. Watching her bottom as she went through the archway into the hall, my brain said, A one time use suit… and just for you. You’re a lucky man.
I was glad that I ordered two pies. They were both twenty inchers and only one piece remained after we were all finished. The surprising part was that the girls ate more than the boys.
Just as we were finishing up, TJ’s phone rang. While she was talking, the front door bell rang and Kevin went to answer. Just as TJ hung up, Kevin ran back in. Chet’s dad came to pick him up, but unexpectedly during the day he had gotten tickets to a Basketball game. He had an extra ticket and Kevin was invited to join them. After I agreed, he went off to change, but was back in a flash. TJ told me that her mom called and was coming to pick her up. As she was chatting with Adrianne and the boys, I went to meet Chet’s dad. He agreed that Kevin would be home around eleven.
As the kids were saying their good-byes at the door, TJ’s mom pulled up. Both TJ and Adrianne headed to TJ’s moms car, as I closed the door on Chet’s dad’s car and he drove away. No sooner than that, TJ’s mom walked up to me and thanked me for having the kids over that afternoon, but asked if it would be too much trouble to drive Adrianne home. She was headed the other way to meet up with her husband, yada, yada, yada. I said it was fine and she hurried back to the car and headed out. Adrianne and I were left standing there.
“Gee Jeff, that all happened fast. Want to split the last piece of Pizza?”
I chuckled as did she and we walked back inside. “Sure, why not,” I finally answered.
As we were eating, I asked, “So, how did the afternoon go?”
“Chet’s nice and I had a great time today… except for that damn swim suit. When I tried it on at home, I didn’t notice how tightly it fit… no not really… I noticed it fit tight, but I didn’t realize it was so… oh you know… revealing. It was embarrassing. Kevin got in a lot of trouble with TJ for staring at me today.”
I said, “Maybe she blamed it on Kevin, but I think it’s more likely that TJ wanted to be noticed more than you. Her bikini was very tiny and revealing as well. Of course a girl will never blame another girl for looking good… or at least they’ll never admit it. There is always a guy around to blame. That’s why Kevin took the hit. But like with TJ, I suspect that neither of your folks, yours or TJ’s know about those suites anyway. If they did, there would be hell to pay.”
Adrianne hung her head down and I could see the pink fill her face. “You’re not going to say anything… are you?”
“No I won’t, but I should. Frankly, I’ve only seen a couple of girls my age, or a little younger wear anything close to being that revealing. You know, wearing something a bit more conservative can be sexier than showing it all off. Guys try to picture what’s under more modest swim wear, and they focus on the person wearing it more than constantly looking at chests, butts and crotches. That’s not you, that’s just part of you. You are so much more than that.” I said.
Adrianne looked at me smugly and said, “So I guess that Chet and Kevin wearing tight snug fitting, very revealing Speedos is okay, but it’s not okay for us girls… is that what you’re saying?”
“Chet came by to do some racing with Kevin. They had planned on doing this for some time. They are both very competitive and that’s what they wear for meets. Come on you know that,” I said.
“So that makes it okay, I guess,” she said. “What if TJ and I were on the swim team. Then it would be alright – right?”
“When girls go to meets they don’t wear what you and TJ were wearing today. They wear black tight fitting, but not revealing suites. That’s different,” I said.
“So you object to what we wore but are just fine with what Kevin and Chet were wearing. Is that it?”
“You’re missing the point. Besides I never even thought about what the boys were wearing. It just never entered my mind.”
“Great… that only proves that you’re not gay. If you were gay, what would you be saying?”
“Well I’m not gay so I really wouldn’t know, and even if I was gay, I wouldn’t be looking at thirteen year old guys,” I said. This conversation was not going at all the way I thought it would. I’ve never had a conversation with a lady my age throw me as many curves as Adrianne was throwing my way. I was even feeling a little defensive, or maybe it was guilt.
“Fair enough,” she said. “But you admit to being strictly heterosexual – right?”
“Absolutely,” I said.
“Okay, so then if you were gay you said that you’d never be looking at thirteen year old boys. Then why since you are straight, why are you ogling thirteen year old girls? I mean not just me, but TJ too.”
I think at this point of the conversation, I went totally red faced. I’m not really sure if it was from embarrassment or anger, and maybe it was a mix of the two. After a short pause, I just said, “Because I’m a guy… and guys like me look at pretty girls. Besides, it really pisses me off when a woman wears something revealing and then criticizes a guy for looking. That’s a load of crap. If they don’t want us to look, then they shouldn’t show it.” I had to turn the tables on her for self protection – besides what I said was true. Nonetheless, I was loosing this battle. So I said, “Let me ask you a couple of questions. The other day when we first met, you were wearing clothes that weren’t revealing at all. Even TJ was reasonably dressed at Starbucks. But when you both came over that night, you both had changed. Your cousin while looking all conservative wore this loose fitting top without a bra. And you looked fantastic… not revealing except for that very short mini skirt you wore. When I saw you at Starbucks, you had on jeans, and a loose fitting black t-shirt. So why did you change before coming over?”
“Well,” she said, “TJ wanted to be… oh… Damn it. You know perfectly well why. I just wanted to wear something a little sexy. Kevin tipped us off that you’d be in the house for a few days, and he said you were a hunk.” When she finished speaking she knew that she had spoken without thinking, now she was on the defensive and I let her wallow a little.
“Oh so the thirteen year old girls dress up sexy because she hears that his mid-twenty year old brother is hot. Like I said, you dress like that to be noticed. So… you succeeded. Is it my fault that I looked?”
“They’re your eyes, Jeff. But I’m not looking to place blame. At Starbucks, in my jeans and black T, you were looking too. So maybe it’s really not the sexy bathing suit, maybe it’s something else,” she said very sincerely.
I looked into her eyes and said, “I look at you because it pleases me. You’re a very beautiful girl. I thought that at Starbucks too, and there all that I had to look at was how tall and pretty you were. I wasn’t the only guy at Starbucks looking at you. Then today, Ms. Conservative walks out of the bedroom looking like Madonna at an adults only concert. Don’t get me wrong, you and the suit were made for each other, but Adrianne - that’s not something you wear at your age. It sends the wrong message. Trust me, that’s a message that you don’t want to send out, not even when you’re older. It’s unbecoming and guys will get the wrong idea.”
“You mean that today I looked slutty?” She said hanging her head down and taking her eyes off of mine.
“You looked amazing, but I think you would have looked much better had it been a standard bikini.” I said as serious as I could without using the word slutty.
“So I did look slutty – just say it, Jeff,” she said almost angrily.
“Yes,” I said quietly, “But thanks also for trusting me to see you that way. Look, Adrianne, I just don’t want you to get hurt. It’s pretty much that simple. Wearing that could give guys a really wrong impression, and physically they could over power you and do a lot of damage. That is not something I want for you, and something you should never experience… ever.”
“No they couldn’t… not if I didn’t want them to,” she said with unbelievable confidence. “Okay, I made a mistake, and I promise never to get that slutty again.”
I was confused and said, “What do you mean, no they couldn’t. You’re tall, but I doubt that you weigh more than a hundred and twenty pounds. What if three guys pulled you into an alley – then what would you do?”
“Fair guess… actually its a hundred fifteen pounds. They’d never get me in the alley to begin with. I have three black, or better, belts in marshal arts. I’ve been doing that since I was five, three times a week. My mom got raped when she was fifteen and she wanted to make sure that never happened to me or my sister. Trust me, weight has nothing to do with it. I can handle three grown men easily. I’ve had special classes specifically for that kind of situation. Last time, I dropped four men in less than forty-five seconds. Besides after the first couple of them are down, the others figure it’s not worth it.
“You get more amazing by the minute. I got the message… I’ll be a good boy,” I said kidding her.
Then she hit me upside the head with her response and almost knocked me out by saying, “Who said I wanted you to be a good boy?”
I heard it but had to deflect that comment right now. So I laughed and said, “Wow… I’m glad you knew I was a bad boy… at least now I know you won’t hurt me. Hey… I think it’s time we cleaned up a little and then got you home.” Mid sentence I stood up and started clearing the Pizza boxes. If I hadn’t, I’d have dropped her where she stood and been very bad.
As she joined me in cleaning up, she said, “It’s still real early and my mom will be out tonight and won’t be back until at least midnight, so I’m in no hurry. How about we watch a movie and then you can take me home?”
“That sounds like a good idea, but I have to go back to my condo and pick up some things so I can work on them tomorrow.
As we cleaned up, hardly a word was spoken between us, but my mind was racing. Truth is that guys can be really stupid, and age has nothing to do with it at all. I finally got why Adrianne wore that bathing suit. She wore it for me… she didn’t even know that Chet was coming, and with TJ and Kevin being there aw well, she felt safe wearing it.
Just as things were back together I said, “Let’s get ready to go. You have everything that you need?”
“Almost,” she said and just stood there looking at me intently.
I got confused and just blurted out, “Well go get it so we can be on our way, okay?”
She rolled her eyes in her head and said, “I’m ready – I’ve got my stuff over by the door.”
We locked up the house and hopped into the SUV and headed out. She was very quiet, so I just headed towards her house without saying a word. But the silence wore on me, so I said, “So tell me, other than the swim suit, how did you and Chet do this afternoon.”
She was still silent, almost brooding. Finally she said, “He’s a nice boy. But frankly I didn’t really try to get him to be nice to me today. I was just myself. He certainly reacted to the suit though. I guess that got his attention. For a guy, he was really sweet. Nervous, yes, but he really tried to make me feel comfortable. It was funny watching him and Kevin. They could only talk to TJ or me for a few minutes before having to get in the water to hide their… well you know.”
I just laughed a little and said nothing.
Then she said, “You had the same problem too. That surprised me.”
I could feel my face flush. She was right of course, but I hadn’t thought that she noticed except for maybe once.
As I turned toward her house she said, “Hey… I want to see your Condo before you take me home. I don’t like being there alone, it gets kind of scary.”
I looked at her and said rather seriously, “It would be inappropriate for me to do that, Adrianne, so it’s better if I take you home first, and ‘no,’ I’m not going to leave you in the SUV while I collect my stuff.”
“Please, Jeff. I really want to see it,” she said.
Instantly I wondered what she wanted to see, and my mind raced to the obvious; especially after all the leading statements she’d made in the last hour. Damn, this was really getting difficult for me. I was trying to be a good guy here, and my dream fantasy was leading me in the direction of being very, very bad.
“Maybe some other time, Adrianne… really. I do have some work I have to do to get ready for tomorrow.
The hammer hit me right on the top of my head when Adrianne sarcastically said, “Tomorrow’s Sunday, Jeff. Where are you meeting them… church?”
Not to be outdone, I said, “Damn… you’re right… I blew the appointment. It was today. I was supposed to meet them at the temple. Shit!”
“Temple… what Temple?” she said.
I just looked at her and said, “You know the Jewish Temple on 5th street? They have services or whatever they are called on Saturday. The Rabi is going to be so angry with me.”
It looked and sounded very convincing, but not long after, Adrianne broke out in laughter and said, “You had me going there… very good Jeff.”
That was followed by, “So, you have no work to do, you got me out of your folks house to take me home and drop me off so you could rest your mind that you wouldn’t be a bad boy tonight… right?”
“ME… BAD…. never!,” I said rather exaggerated.
“Just because you don’t generally get caught doesn’t mean that you aren’t bad once and a while. Can’t you just be a little bad, Jeff?” she said all sultry and smooth as silk.
She was doing it again, and she wasn’t teasing me. That made it all the more difficult and for some sad reason, the responsible part of me took over. As I pulled in to her driveway and stopped, I unclipped my seat belt - looked at her and said, “Boys’ can be a little bad, getting an inappropriate squeeze here and there, playing at a little bump and grind, and making out so long that after the evening is over they go home with a bad case of blue balls that gets instantly masturbated away as they fall asleep wondering why they bothered in the first place.
Men on the other hand aren’t that way. They don’t play games like that. They’ve outgrown it, and know it is a waste of time and energy. Most men, not all but most, are looking to have sex period. They know when a woman wants the same thing. It’s instinct – everyone knows how the cards are falling and mostly everyone has a great time. Sure, some women hope that the guy is serious and all that. But if they go that far and do it for the wrong reason they generally end up getting hurt. Not me, I can honestly say I’m not like that. There is so much more to being together with a woman than sex. Don’t get me wrong, the sex is fantastic, but give me passion any old day. Give me someone I can connect with body, mind and soul – now that’s special and very rare too. Men don’t get a little bad, and when you are an adult you won’t see it as bad, you’ll see it as magic and wonder with the right partner. Hopefully that feeling lasts a very long time with the same person. Once you experience that, you never want it to end.”
She sat there with her mouth open in utter disbelief of what I had said. It was all true, but I had to get her off guard, because this was really getting to me, and if I didn’t rid myself of her soon – magic and wonder would certainly happen. So I reached over to her with my finger. I put is against her chin and closed her mouth. Then I said, “Time for you to get inside and think about what I said. The game you’re playing is way too serious for you to understand at your age. Look, I’m no genius, and certainly no saint, Adrianne, but I do know that I’m right about this. Now go on sweetie. You have your whole life ahead of you. Grow into an amazing woman. I know that you will.”
Then without waiting for her to say anything, I got out of the SUV and walked around to her door, opened it up, took her hand and led her to the door.
Leaving her there and without hesitating I started walking toward the SUV, but then I turned around – paused and said, “And lock the door once you’re in.” I headed back to the SUV and got the hell out of there.
As I turned out of the driveway, she was still standing where I left her by the door, just watching me drive away. That was when I started shaking. Part of me wanted her to start running down the street after me, and the other part of me didn’t want to see her ever again… damn!
Driving home all I could think about was Adrianne. Reviewing the possibilities always ended with her being a basket case or me in jail. Both scenarios were just as frightening. There was no salvation here, and there was nothing I could think of to make this work, and I really wanted to try. Had she been 17, maybe even 16, I might have given it a shot. But I wasn’t really sure how old she was anyway. If I was really lucky she was already 13. That would make us only 11 years different in age… but who was I kidding. My real problem was that she was smart, drop dead gorgeous, and I knew she had the hots… okay a crush on me. For me, as strange as it sounds, it wouldn’t take much more of her insistence for me to fall in love with her. That’s what I was really frightened of. I was really starting to love this… girl.
When I got back to the house, I went to look and see what dad had stashed in the bar. There was the usual stuff, but there was also a lot of good stuff as well. I noticed a strange bottle and pulled it out. I’d never heard of, “Elmer T. Lee Single Barrel Bourbon,” so I poured myself a glass – neat of course. Standing there I took a sip. Hummm, fairly smooth, I thought. Then I took another sip. Yea… this was definitely the good stuff. I tasted a complex mix of butterscotch, clover, vanilla and old leather. Taking the bottle with me, I sat down and turned on the tube.
After half a glass I understood why Prohibition was instituted and why it eventually got repealed. It was simple. Women wanted you to suffer. In order to suffer, drinking was out. Carrie Nation knew that too well. At six feet tall and weighing in at over 175 pounds she was one ugly, nasty, vicious bitch. One look at her and you either swore off marriage, turned gay, or needed a stiff drink. After thirteen years of the Volstead act, the eighteenth amendment to the Constitution, the law was repealed. As I tasted this lovely nectar I understood the healing affects that it had on my woes.
I rarely drink to excess, but I guess that night I did. The bottle was nearly full when I started, and when I found it the next morning, it was half empty. I felt groggy, but no real hangover.
I guess I woke up around two in the morning, looked in Kevin’s room to see that he was home and safe and then passed out on my bed after just talking off my pants and shoes. I really don’t remember much more. I do know that I didn’t have a thought about Adrianne.
Next morning, I woke around eight-thirty and headed to the shower. Not long after I walked into the kitchen where Kevin was eating breakfast wearing only his tidy-whities.
“Who dropped you in the Bourbon, Jeff?” asked Kevin. “When I got home you were oozing into the sofa. I tried to wake you, but I think you passed out. What was the occasion?
Scratching my head I just looked at him and said, “It hit me harder than I thought it would. Sorry, Kevin. I just drank too much.”
“Shit man, I thought it was funny. I’ve never seen you plotzed before. The drool dropping from the corner of your mouth to the pillow was really yucky man. Clean it up or mom will nail me for doing it.”
I grabbed a box of cereal, started the coffee and sat down to get something in my stomach. “How was the game?” I asked Kevin.
“Okay, I guess… trouble was that I kept thinking about TJ. God is she a little hottie or what? And did you catch that swim suit Adrianne was wearing, my god man, I thought I’d shoot a load when she came out by the pool. That was amazing.”
Kevin had bruises on his upper arms, so I taunted him without answering his questions. “Where’d the bruises come from, Kev… gee you look like you were in a fight,” I said.
“TJ got pissed when I was gawking at Adrianne. Every time she saw me looking her way she punched me really hard. I guess I was looking at her a lot. Damn, Jeff she’s sure pretty. Wanta know what TJ told me yesterday?”
“Not really,” I said as I took another big gulp of Raisin Bran.
“She told me that Adrianne has the hots for you… can you believe it. TJ said that’s why she wore that skimpy bathing suit yesterday. I thought that was really sick…. You know Jeff… cool. Bet you didn’t know that, did ya?”
“Yea Kevin I did. She has a crush on me,” I said as matter-of-factly as I could. “It’ll pass soon enough. How did she get along with Chet?”
“You mean that you knew? Wow… I bet that was kind a scary for you,” said Kevin trying to pry into my head.
“Why scary, Kev? It happens to a lot of girls that age. Like I said, she’ll get over it.”
“But will you?” He said; leaving the line hang in the air like a lead balloon.
I was getting angry and sort of lashed back at him and said, “What the fuck are you talking about, Kevin… will I?”
Kevin quieted down but said, “Look TJ and I saw that you had a woodie a couple of times when you were looking at Adrianne. I mean… like I understand… but shit man, I’m only thirteen. I can get a woodie looking at Jessica Rabbit cartoons… but you?”
Nonchalantly as I could, I said, “I didn’t notice.”
“Bullshit,” was all I heard Kevin say softly.
“Look, Kev,” I said, “both of the girls were way underdressed yesterday. They’re both living dolls – I mean what do you expect?”
Kevin put his hands up in the air and said, “Me… nothing, Jeff. But Adrianne won the bet.”
I looked up directly at Kevin and said, “What bet?”
“TJ bet Adrianne ten-bucks that she couldn’t get you to get a hard-on. Since TJ saw you hard yesterday at least twice looking at Adrianne she didn’t even put up a stink about it. She told Adrianne it was worth it to see the monster.” Then Kevin cracked up laughing.
I just put my head in my hands. Shit, I thought, is everyone in on this. I decided to remain silent and say nothing.
“You okay bro?” asked Kevin.
“It’s just my head. I need to go for a run, or do something to clear the cobwebs.” Thinking about this; I said to Kevin, “Look, I know that you guys were just having fun, but I could get in trouble because of all this, Kevin. Can you please keep those little tarts away from the house until I leave. I don’t need this kind of grief in my life. Okay?”
“Sure, Jeff. I’ll do my best. I just thought it was funny that Adrianne has a thing for you.”
“Get her interested in Chet for gods sakes. I’m not available, she’s a baby for christ’s sake,” I said flat out and a tad angrily.
He looked at me funny when I said that, and I could see the wheels churning. The look said, ‘You do like her… wow!’ But Kevin didn’t say that – instead he said, “Chet really liked her, and I think he’s going to ask her to the movies or something. But I just don’t think she’s interested any more,” he said sincerely.
“Make it a double date – make it happen. Get them to get alone somewhere and let them get to know each other. Shit, do it here, just let me know so I won’t be around. Tomorrow is not soon enough, but I guess next weekend will have to do. Do that for me, and if you need a place to do TJ, you can use my place. Deal?”
“Shit yea,” Kevin said. “Consider it done.”
“Okay… that’s settled. Now what are your plans today… I mean after your homework is finished?”
Actually, I was going to go over to Chet’s. We had a good time yesterday and last night. I’ll probably stay for dinner too. And you?”
“I’m going to the condo. I have wash to do, and some work to catch up on. I’ll be back around nine tonight. You don’t need a ride or anything, do you?”
“Na,” said Kevin, “my bike will do just fine.”
We just chatted until I had finished my cereal and Coffee, then I showered, changed and headed back to my condo. When I left, Kevin was actually doing his homework without prompting.
It was good to get back to my home. There was sanity here. I tossed my laundry into piles and got it started, then threw myself into the work I really needed to catch up on. When you own your own business, you find yourself doing too much free bid work. But today, I finished up much more than I thought I would and felt rather satisfied. The laundry, a little clean-up of the place and with my work complete – I headed out to dinner. I was just a tad tired of eating kid food.
Even after a nice meal it was still early, and I decided to go back to the folk’s house and just watch the tube. Feeling refreshed from the accomplishments of the day and a little tired as well I thought it would be a nice relaxing continuation end to the day.
I pulled in to the driveway around seven o’clock and noticed Kevin’s bike leaning on the garage. While I wasn’t expecting him to be there – knowing Kevin, I asked myself what the little scamp was up to.
Not trying to be stealthy, I quietly opened the front door and walked toward my room where I put my duffel bag down. As I walked back to the kitchen, I heard sounds coming from the other wing where Kevin’s room was. Inside I smiled. The unmistakable sounds of a sexual encounter were floating down the hall.
I should have just sat down quietly and read a book or something… yea right. If my suspicions of what was going on were true, I had to have a look. TJ was a cutie pie, and I really wanted to see her naked anyway. Deep down, I’m a true voyeur, and if it involves little girls – as long as I’m not participating, what’s the harm?
Kevin’s room has an attached bathroom, but the bathroom also has another door that leads to the hallway. His hall entrance to the bedroom door was completely closed – but I wanted to watch. I quietly opened the bathroom door and luckily the inner door to his bedroom was open just enough to see a view of the whole bedroom.
They were both kind of fumbling around on the bed making out. Her shirt was unbuttoned and as usual, she wasn’t wearing a bra again. She wore a tight mini skirt and underneath I could see some lacy panties with a wet spot on them. Kevin just had on his sweat shorts, and I doubted anything on underneath them.
Why is it that boys like to tickle girls, I asked myself as Kevin repeatedly broke the mood by jabbing her in the ribs. She was a little tiger though and turned him over with her on top and went for him. Both of them were giggling, but Kevin’s strength overpowered her, and soon enough she got flipped onto her side. As he started to go for her ribs again, she said sweetly but seriously, “No more tickling… please. Kiss me nice… okay?”
Kevin softened and nuzzled her neck, then came up and looked at her for a moment before giving her what appeared to be a very sweet protracted kiss. Her arms came over his back and she pulled him close to her. He moved one of his arms and his hand went under her shirt. As he slid his hand up, one side of her blouse opened up and fell toward the bed revealing the cutest, perkiest, small, hard nippled breast it had been my pleasure to see. His hand slid up under her breast and gently fondled it, gently flicking her nipple a couple of times. It was sensitive for sure. I saw her get goose bumps when he did that. Kevin was being gentle which surprised me. I’d heard that young, just growing breasts are very sensitive and sore sometimes.
When the kissing finally broke she looked at Kevin all dreamy eyed and said, “That feels so nice, Kevin, but my other boob is lonely too.”
He smiled back at her and gave her a quick kiss and said, “Take off that shirt, it will make it easier… besides I want to look at you. Damn, you really turn me on TJ.”
She sat up on the bed and slowly removed her shirt as she looked at his tented sweats and said, “Yea… I can tell,” and then she giggled.
Tossing the shirt to the floor, she reached out and put her hand on Kevin’s cock. As she stroked it lightly across the top, she smiled a very wicked smile at him, and said, “It’s bigger than I thought it would be. Can I touch it… I mean without the sweats covering it?”
In a flash, Kevin rolled backwards on the bed, grabbed the elastic sides of the sweats and pulled them off flinging them into the air and nearly landing on her shirt.
TJ laughed and said, “Shit… guys are so easy.”
As Kevin laid back down on the bed, I saw a nice little patch of hair just at the top of his cock. The boy was nearly five-inches long as best as I could determine. He had a very straight uncut cock, and it was as ready as it could be.
He looked at TJ and said, “When a guy sees someone as cute and cuddly as you are – you’re damn right. Go ahead and play.”
Tentatively she gripped her small hand around his cock and her face was full of excitement and trepidation.
“It’s all hard and soft at the same time, and it’s like really warm,” she said.
As she started stroking it gently up and down, Kevin moaned and looked like he was in heaven. His face got soft and his eyes closed. After a few strokes he said, “Wow… that feels great TJ. Nobody’s ever touched it like you are when it was hard.”
TJ giggled and said, “Except you.”
Kevin laughed a little too.
TJ stopped and then said, “Euuuwww… something’s coming out of the end, Kevin. You cuming already?”
Kevin looked at himself and just smiled, then he reached under TJ’s skirt and as he touched her slit, he said, “No… it’s just lube, and you are manufacturing a lot more of it than I am.”
TJ jerked as he touched her there, then relaxed.
Kevin said, “Okay… let me see yours too. I don’t care if it is leaking. As he said that, he brought his wet finger to his lips and tasted her.”
TJ said, “Euuuwww… gross, Kevin.”
Kevin looked back at her very seriously and said, “No… it’s not gross, it’s as sweet as you are. Yummy, in fact.”
At least I can give Kevin credit for saying the right things. Maybe he wasn’t as stupid as most boys that age.
I saw a look in TJ’s eyes that I hadn’t seen before, and what she did really surprised me. She held on to the base of Kevin’s cock and gripped it rather firmly stroking upward. When she got to his glans, she released her grip and pulled back his foreskin revealing a nice pearl sitting on his urethra. Her expression changed to a devilish one and looking right at Kevin she bent over, opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue and licked it right off his cock. Staying close to his cock you could see that she was tasting it. She smiled at him and put her mouth over the head of his cock, licked it again with her tongue all over his sensitive head and pulled off him making a little popping sound.
Kevin almost lost it right there. His eyes were as large as a full harvest moon when she did that. He said, “OHMYGOD… THAT WAS AMAZING.”
Rewarded for her efforts she giggled a little and said, “Okay… it’s not gross, and the top of your cock feels like velvet.” That said she got a rush and shook all over for a second or two.
So, here I sit in my little brother’s bathroom with a woodie as hard as it can be and all I can think of is to scream, “KEVIN… GET HER FUCKING PANTS OFF!!!!” I knew he wanted to see it, but I think I wanted to see it more than him at that moment.
It must have been telepathic, because right then, Kevin said, “My turn… I really want to taste you too.”
TJ quivered again, and shortly after stood up on the bed and dropped her skirt. God her tits were so damn cute, but then looking at her THONG, her BLACK little tiny thong, my eyes were sending signals to my cock that had long been forgotten. The little girl started prancing around on the bed and Kevin’s eyes were fixed to her as she turned to reveal this amazing small hard little bubble butt. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Kevin’s cock jerk up and down a few times… yea, the sight was that stimulating.
She was playing with him. She turned around slowly twice. On the second pass she took the elastic sides with her butt facing Kevin and started to slowly lower then over her buns. When the elastic was strung tightly at the bottom of her butt, she lowered her back and pushed her butt out towards Kevin showing her pink rosebud butt hole. Now I don’t know about Kevin but I was nearly ready to cum, and fuck… I wasn’t even touching myself. She stood back up a little and turned so that she was in profile to Kevin. Catching the elastic, she started lowering her thong over her narrow hips. The front flap of the thong dropped and I could see a lightly furry high set pubic mound. She continued turning and then the glory of her fantastically amazing pussy came into view. With one last flick of the elastic the thong dropped to the bed. As she stepped out of it, she spread her legs open about two feet. My eyes saw two creamy thick hairless labia wet as all get-out with a tiny, not more than two-inch wide Vee of hair just above her crack. Unzooming my eyes and looking at the whole package I blew a huge load in my pants. I’m glad I learned how to be quiet, else the show would have certainly ended. Looking back into the room, and thinking this must be genetic, Kevin blew his load too. The little fucker shot a ribbon of hot cum straight up from the bed at least two feet and like a missile it came back and thumped him right on his naval.
TJ stopped and watched as Kevin grabbed his cock and shot 4 more wads, shaking all over the bed. She looked at him in amazement. Kevin’s breath was ragged and he was breathing very hard.
After he quieted down some, TJ said, “Okay… that was about the coolest thing I’ve ever seen… but how did you do that without touching yourself?”
His mouth flew open, but said nothing and stared at her in total misbelieve. Finally he said, “Shit TJ… you’re so beautiful and so damn sexy and hot, I didn’t have to. It surprised me too. Wow… what a rush.”
TJ knelt down on the bed and scooped up some of Kevin’s cum with her finger. Her finger was in her mouth before Kevin could react, but he said, “That stuff tastes different then the other stuff. Sorry TJ.”
She smiled back at him and said, “Yea… it is different, but it’s still kinda yummy.”
In utter amazement to Kevin she scooped up a bigger batch and licked that off her finger too.
Kevin started to sit up, but TJ said… “DON’T MOVE… You don’t want that stuff all over the bed. Wait a minute.”
My mind wrapped it’s intellect around that last comment and quickly I dashed behind the door as she sprang into the bathroom and got some tissue. It was fast, and thank god she didn’t see me. As she left, I nudged the door to close like it was before hoping that they wouldn’t notice.
TJ acted just like a girl. Despite her having no clothes on, she walked perfunctorily to the bed and wiped off Kevin’s stomach, then tossed the soiled tissues into the garbage. By the amused look on Kevin’s face he thought it was funny too. By then my heart had stopped racing and my now shriveled cock was swimming in my own goo. Heavens, I could only wish that TJ would help me out like she did Kevin.
Kevin with his breath returning to normal looked at TJ and pulled her in for a kiss. It didn’t last terribly long, but the two of them were entwined in one hell of a Kodak moment. It was really sweet and very sexy. Kevin lowered TJ to the bed on her back and then moved on top of her, kissing her once again. He started kissing her neck and then her perfect little titties, moving lower over her stomach. He wasn’t taking his time getting to the honey pot, but he was at least making an effort that TJ seemed to enjoy. Her breathing was getting deeper and she was moaning a little too. Kevin touched and licked until he got close to the goal. When he got there, he surprised me again by sitting up on his knees tossing her legs over his thighs. He gently stroked her tummy without tickling her and looked down at the treasure chest.
“Wow, TJ… that’s so pretty,” he said as one hand crossed her hair line and just moved over the high ridge and then downward.
As he said, “It’s so silky,” his fingers went down her crack and soon he came up a couple of fingers holding on to a nice helping of her p-juice.
Looking right into her eyes, he lifted his fingers to his mouth and with great deliberation and slowness licked them clean. When he had finished all he said to her was, “Sweet.”
My view of them was slightly sideways, but more looking right up TJ’s legs. Of course I had a view of Kevin’s cute butt too, and I could see him getting hard again as his limp cock hardened out of my view. Cool, now I could see her leaky pussy.
Kevin slid down a bit and putting his head between her thighs tossing her legs to each side he started going down on TJ. Not shy at all, his first swipe was licking her crack from her rose bud to the top of her slit, and not so gentle either.
TJ screamed, “OH GOD… that’s so… Oooooo… don’t stop Kev... just a little lighter please.”
I really couldn’t see all of the action here, but based on her reactions to Kevin’s ministrations, the little kid was doing a good job. About six months back he and I were together one night and he asked me a bunch of stuff about sex. He was being serious about it and really wanted to know, so I took him over to my place – pulled out some anatomy books and showed him the lay of a woman’s body and told him what I knew. My first comment was, Always get the girl off first, no matter how long it takes. Do that, and you’ll never go to bed with blue balls… ever!
In no time at all, TJ had her eyes closed and she was moaning and groaning and moving a lot on the bed. Kevin’s head was moving way to much I thought, but all of a sudden I heard her say, “R I g h t t h e r e K e v I n. Oh….. eeek…. Yea……… umph….. “
Her breathing was fast and she was moving his head exactly where she wanted it. Good girl, I though… help him out let him know what to do, and you’ll be the better for it. Some chicks never get that. They stay silent and wonder why they’re disappointed. I think it is simply a masochistic streak in them. If they like it, they’re bad girls, so they stupidly choose to not enjoy it while wanting it desperately all the time.
Kevin focused and her excitement was increasing exponentially. She was getting little pre-orgasmic rushes that shook her violently. She was also breathing very hard and now she was squeaking high pitched sounds the likes of which I’ve never heard. Finally she froze only her legs were trembling. She stopped breathing with her mouth open and her eyes were shut tight. I could see a tear drop fall down her cheek from the side of her right eye, and then TJ exploded. One huge shout and an exhale that could have filled the Hindenburg from her mouth and the little girl was shaking all over with one hellaciously intense orgasm. She involuntarily clamped her thighs tightly around Kevin’s head nearly killing poor Kevin in the process.
From Kevin I heard frustrated and muffled, “FUCK TJ,” spew from his crushed lips.
The response, for what it was almost made me laugh uncontrollably out loud. As best she could coherently say, “Maybe in a few minutes, Kevin… not just right now.” As her breathing got under control she got the line and released her grip. She actually blushed and said, “Sorry babe…. I didn’t know……”
Kevin just sat up a little and waved his hand to prove to her he was still alive. Then almost recovered TJ lunged at Kevin tossing him over on his back and came in for one very long wet kiss. When she was through she looked at him and through the tears she was crying said, “God, I thought Adrianne was good at that, but my god you were amazing. That was like three… no four times as intense as………”
Astonished by the remark, Kevin was speechless, and his facial contortions echoed his thoughts.
An even more astonished TJ turned as beet red as is possible without blowing every blood vessel in her body. She said, “I didn’t say that Kevin…. Really… please don’t…”
As Kevin recuperated from the shock he put his finger up to cross her lips and said, “Shhhhhh… it’s okay. I won’t say a word. But shit TJ, that’s fucking kinky… wow. I’d a never thought. So, you go down on her too – right?”
TJ’s head was hanging pretty low
and she was still very red. A very soft. “yea,” emerged from her lips. Awhile
back we figured that’s its more fun with tongues than fingers.” Then with a
surprising recovery she said, “But getting face with a dildo inside is really
great – especially if the batteries are fresh.”
Kevin lost it and doubled up in the fetal position laughing his head off. In between laughs he said, “You are amazing, TJ.” More laughter ensued then he started laughing even harder.
TJ said, “What’s going on now,” as even she started laughing too.”
When Kevin finally caught his breath he said mimicking an earlier statement by TJ, “Euuuwww… gross, Kevin.” Then he laughed some more as TJ turned red again. She smacked him pretty hard on the butt and said, “Not funny.”
He said, “Oh yes it is… but I give you points for great acting.” Then in perfect Kevin style he pointed a finger at TJ and started it wiggling and as the finger was moving toward TJ, he made the buzzzzzzzzzz sound as he tickled her.
She and he both started laughing a lot. It didn’t last long because TJ kissed him again. When the kiss was finished she said, “Promise you won’t tell anyone… please Kevin?”
“I won’t if I can watch some time,” he said sort of serious sort of not.
Her response was interesting, “Well maybe… sometime, she said.”
Then another round of kissing and groping ensued. Kevin was way hard again by the end of that.
TJ said, “Okay… it’s my turn to make you feel great. For being so nice, what do you want to do?”
Kevin crawled up to the top of his bed and reached under his pillow and pulled out a condom. “You okay with this… I’d really like to at least try it.”
TJ looked skeptical, but she was faking it – you could see that in her eyes. Finally she said, “Well… okay… but if I ask you to stop, will you? Except for the dildo, I’ve never had a real one inside me.”
“You’re hole, my pole and your call sweetie. Say stop, and I’m stopped. If we get to that, Option #2 is still a hell of a way to end the day,” Kevin said. Damn TJ, I love your lips.” Then he grabbed her and they started making out again.
A few minutes later he was tearing the wrapper off the condom. He said, “Planned Parenthood told me to get my dick wet before I put on the condom. Want to help with that?”
She smiled a devilish smile at him, pushed him on his back, grabbed his cock and put her mouth on him. She went in only a little way at first, but after a few strokes she went deeper down on him. I could see Kevin’s cock pulse with pleasure. Soon, TJ was taking almost all of him into her mouth. She was digging it too. But Kevin said, “Hold up there tiger. Damn, that was hard to say.”
She stopped and reluctantly released his cock as he rolled the condom on. He smiled at her and she laid back on the bed. Kevin crawled between her legs and started fiddling with her clit. Just as she started moaning a little, he placed the head of his cock between her lips – aimed and slid in about an inch.
TJ flinched a tad, but said, “Just go slow.”
“Does it hurt TJ? he asked.
“Not yet… and don’t stop, just go easy.”
He pushed onward a little at a time. After a couple of inches were inside her he reversed and came out a little and then went back in a tad deeper.
“Oooooo… this feels soooo much better than a dildo,” said TJ. Right then she flinched and Kevin stopped.
She hit him in the arm and said, “Don’t stop until I say so, and for heavens sakes hold out as long as you can.”
Kevin started again and said, “Damn TJ, you feel amazing inside. It’s like a wet warm vice.”
In no time at all Kevin’s pelvis came to rest against hers. “Wana feel something cool?” he said. She just smiled back.
She jumped a little and said, “OHMYGOD that felt so cool – do it some more.” I just knew that Kevin had flexed his cock inside her.
Soon the sweat was accumulating on them both and with TJs legs around Kevin’s back he was humping her reasonably fast. She was working with him pounding him as much as he was pounding her. And they both were getting vocal, very vocal. Love sounds filled the room.
My view didn’t allow me to see much except Kevin’s butt hammering up and down on her, but they seemed to be a good pair. They were working it together and this looked to be a really good introduction for them both.
TJ got some signal that Kevin was getting ready to explode. She didn’t say anything, she just flung her hips back and Kevin fell out of her. Kevin just looked at her confused.
Huffing and puffing she said, “Take a little break, I want to cum too, and you were close… right?”
“Duh… yea I was close,” he said.
Breathing hard he just fell backwards on the bed with his head now facing me.
“I’m really not trying to be mean Kevin… this is really great. But I want to get on top for awhile… okay?”
Panting hard he said, “Sure. But please don’t stop this time. That’s hard on a guy.”
She smiled at him and gave him a nice kiss and said, “Sorry.” After the kiss she tossed her legs over him, took his cock and guided it to her vagina sliding it in to the hilt. Two sighs came from them both and sitting upright she started rocking his cock in and out of her. This view was much better.
As she rocked, Kevin gently squeezed her perfect little tits, and I saw him moving his hips as well. TJ kept adjusting her position and finally said, “Oh damn… that’s the spot.” With that she started riding Kevin hard. Their voices were getting louder between the ragged breathing that was going on. Kevin was a little trooper, he was holding out longer than I thought he would… or I could.
TJ’s eyes were shut, but she managed to say, “Kevin, pinch my nipples a little. Just not too hard.”
Kevin started doing as she asked. “Just a little harder she said.” By now she was flush with excitement and I could see that Kevin had actually lengthened. Yea – he was ready to blow too. TJ started squeaking again and I knew that she was close. That sound set Kevin off and he must have stiffened inside her which put her over the top. She gritted her teeth and made a low grumbling noise that would terrify a ghost and started thrashing around on top of Kevin. His back went rigid and he grabbed on to her waist and rammed his cock inside her as hard as he could – stopping momentarily, then starting again. Oh yea, he was blowing his load really hard as TJ just kept hammering on him. TJ started yelling a string of noises and OHMYGODs that were near deafening, and Kevin was almost as loud. Sweat was dripping off of her and her skin was so wet and shiny and looked so sexy all cuddled up with one hell of an orgasm, I blew another load as well, but this time realized I was stroking myself.
Finally TJ just collapsed on top of Kevin. She held him around his chest and said, “Face is really good, but dick diving is amazing. Promise that we can do this again, soon?”
“How about in a half hour? He said half jokingly.
“How about after I heal,” she said laughing.
As they started kissing again I was just about ready to leave so that I could change and fake coming into the front door making a lot of noise, when I heard TJ say, “Boy I wish I could share this with Adrianne, Kevin. Do you mind if I tell her?”
Still panting and still mostly inside of her he said, “She’s your best friend, and you’re going to tell her even if I don’t want you too, but it’s okay. Just keep it between you and her. I ain’t saying anything about this to nobody. Your rep is important to you and me.
She gave him a quick kiss and said, “Thanks Kevin. I just hope that she may go for Chet instead of hoping for Jeff. She told me that Jeff will be the first guy she makes love with. She’s convinced that she’ll get her way. Her problem is that she could easily fall in love with him, or at least think she is. God… she’s got such a thing going for him it’s scary.”
Then my little fuck brother said, “If anyone can nail Jeff, its Adrianne. I can just tell he’s got a thing for her. I don’t get it… I mean for either of them, but I don’t care either. Tell you what TJ… if she does hook Jeff, she’s in for one hell of a ride. He’s a real stud from what I hear. Trouble is; I think Jeff might already be really attracted to her too. He’s just afraid of hurting her and terrified of getting tossed into jail. So, I dunno… this one is a toughie.”
“She told me that she feels deep down that Jeff would really want to make love to her… and that’s what she wants. She said she wants to learn right the first time. No fumbling around and no surprises, but maybe when I tell her we did great, maybe Chet will have a chance. Oh… you did do great, I mean I really liked you before, but now I feel like I’m a real part of you. I never thought it could be so much fun. You make it easy to love you Kevin – thanks for that.”
“Wow,” said Kevin blushing, “You’re going to give me a big head if you don’t stop. You were terrific, and are still the sexiest girl I’ve ever met. I like feisty, and you have that nailed. I’ll never forget this day, TJ.”
As I left the bathroom, they were making out some more. My little brother made me proud – certainly better than my first time. Wish I could tell him so.
I hurried to change my clothes, and clean up. It was getting on to eight-thirty. I quietly walked out the front door, and then re-entered shutting the door hard.
“YO KEVIN… YOU HOME?” I yelled down the hall.
A few seconds went by and I heard him say, “Yea Jeff, I’ll be out in about ten minutes... just finishing up some homework.”
I opened a beer and sat down, turned on the tube and just as I began to relax they both walked into the room. For some reason the sofa was a tad uncomfortable but I tried to let it go.
I looked at Kevin and said sarcastically, “Hey buddy, how’d that homework go. Get it all done?”
Both of the kids blushed and then TJ said, “Hi Jeff. How was your day?”
“I got a lot done, and it was a good day… and you?”
“Yea it was a good day for me too, kinda laid back, but good,” said TJ.
“Terrific,” I said. And then I felt underneath my butt and… oh that’s what it was.”
As Kevin said, “I’m going to ride her home, Jeff. I’ll be back in a half hour or so.” They turned to leave and I said, “Hey, hold up there.”
They turned to look back at me and as I tossed her bra to her, I said, “Better get it on before your mom finds out sweetie.” Oh, that was a great moment, and the look on her face was priceless. It screamed out BUSTED!
Of course Kevin was proud but trying not to look like it. Fully red, TJ said, “Thanks Jeff. Got to go. Oops.” As she ran down the hall she said, “It’ll only be a minute Kevin.”
Kevin looked at me and said, “You bastard, you really enjoyed that didn’t you?”
Winking at him I said, “Indeed I did. But she’ll be more careful next time. That’s why I did it, but at least I got a twofer… one for her and one for me.”
As TJ ran back down the hall she grabbed Kevin’s arm and headed out the door without even looking at me.
After they left, I switched off the TV and reflected on all of the new information that I had garnered from TJ and Kevin. Adrianne was sexual already, and had probably lost her cherry with the same dildo that TJ used. She was liberal enough to go down on TJ, and it seemed as if this was not uncommon. Of all the facts I learned was that Adrianne had made a decision that I was going to be her first lover. Why that caused me to get another hard-on immediately didn’t escape my notice.
With all of the work I was involved in, at this juncture in my life I really didn’t have much of a social life. Back when I was in High School, my best friend turned out to be a girl named Sally. Sally and I were as close as any two people could be. We knew everything about each other. For us there were no secrets. Sally was highly unique. She was a guy with female body parts. She was super smart, and cute as a button. We actually didn’t have sex until after we were both out of high school. I mean she was amazing in the bedroom. I never had anyone who was better. I just really didn’t care for her attitudes on sex.
Sally grew up in a family that was really messed up. Sally was as horny as any overly testosterone induced male could be. She knew sex inside and out, didn’t particularly care if her partner was male or female, young or old. The trouble was that Sally didn’t get the concept of love, and feared commitment beyond reason. Sally saw sex as an ice breaker. Her idea of a first date was to fuck first, get off a couple of times and then later see if she really liked the person. Her requirements were simple. The guy had to look decent, kiss well, and know how to use his cock. The poor girl had the whole thing totally upside down - at least by my standards. I knew that her real joy was to wake up in the morning all funky with some guys’ arm around her holding her close and cuddling. She yearned for that, but it seldom ever happened, except with me. She was in love with me totally, but kept it on a friend with benefits basis because she realized our value differences. She ended up crying a lot because of that. Sure, I loved her and I would do anything to help her out of the many jams she got into. If she could ever get the concept of love, commitment, and sex straight - and could settle for just one cock, I’d probably propose to her – I loved her that much.
Sally knew my penchant for young girls, and I really needed to talk to her about Adrianne. For her sex was sex. She had occasionally slipped and done a few underage boys as well, but since in her mind she didn’t know their age before she fucked them, she felt that she was free and clear. That she did them again – if they met her requirements - after knowing how old they were was just incidental.
Sally also fulfilled my fantasies about young girls as well. Sally and I were the same age, but dressed right, she could easily pass for twelve, and sometimes played the role just for me. I remember one night a few years back when we agreed to see this movie. It was early summer and Sally had just graduated summa cum laude with a degree in English and was finally back in town. We had a lot of catching up to do anyway.
She said she’d meet me at the restaurant before the film so we could catch up. It was just a local greasy spoon but she got there first and got a booth. When I saw her, I wanted to clock her right in the face. There she sat in the booth, with a little white bleached and pressed button front blouse – no bra, and a green catholic school plaid jumper that came up half way between her knees and crotch; white knee socks, Mary Jane’s, and her flaming bronze hair was done up in two high set pony tails. She wore very little make-up and her freckles, bronze long eyelashes, and green eyes lit up her face. All she wore was just a little lipstick. You see Sally stood five-foot one inch tall, weighed about eighty-nine pounds, and was probably a thirty-two triple A if they made bras that small. Her skin was flawless and silky, and she was one sexy bitch. She loved to taunt me, and she succeeded every time.
As I walked toward the booth, she got up and skipped over to me, laid one hell of a protracted kiss on my lips, then she unabashedly, and not so quietly said, “Mommy doesn’t want me to see you any more because she thinks you’re fucking me.” Seeing my face, she grabbed my hand and pulling me along skipped back to the booth while the rest of the restaurant patrons were using their cell phones to call the cops.
I was read as a beet, and mad as hell at her. Trouble was it was so Sally to do just that. As we sat down she bent in close and said, “See those two old guy’s over at the table just a little behind you?”
I turned around and looked briefly, then said, “Yea.”
“Ever since I sat down, they kept looking my way, So I opened my legs for them… I’m not wearing panties… and the guy on the left shot a wad into his pants. It was so cool, Jeff. The guy keeps squirming. When he stands up, it’s all going to be nice and dry and he’s going to be in a world of hurt when his cock is ripped away from his underwear. So you see that you are not alone in this world, other guy’s have the hots for little girls too”
Then like nothing out of the ordinary happened, she said, “Hi there… like the outfit? I bet you have a woodie already, huh?”
“Damn Sally,” I said, “You are such a little slut.”
“Compliments, compliments… you know you don’t need to tell me them. Shit, I’d do you right here if you’d let me,” she said.
I just couldn’t stay angry at her, it was impossible. She had such a disarming manner about her that was clearly unique, I just let me anger go. But anyway, that pretty much describes Sally.
Thinking about that night made me laugh, and smile. So I picked up the phone and gave her a call. Deep down inside me in a hidden place that didn’t reveal itself often, I knew that Sally would convince me that making love to Adrianne was okay. I guess I needed permission from someone old enough to be considered an adult.
When I spoke to her, I just said that I needed to talk to her about a situation that came up and I needed her help. She agreed and she met at the condo the following evening.
Sally bounced through the door, jumped up on me and gave me one passionately sweet kiss that stirred my loins. When she was through she said, “Do we have time to fuck first, or is this serious enough that it will have to wait until after so you can tell me about the young chick you want to ball? By the way, how old is she?”
I put her back down on the floor and said, “I never said anything about a young girl, Sally… what gave you that idea?”
“Jeff… how old is she?” she said placing both of her hands on her narrow hips and glared at me like she was my mother.
“Fuck, Sally… she’s thirteen... I think.”
“Thank god for that, I was expecting to hear that she was ten or something. Does she have tits?”
“Yea, about your size.” I said.
“Okay, so she’s flat… what the story… damn, I’m glad I masturbated before coming over. I put on some thicker panties too, cause I figure you’re going to have me soaking wet really soon.” said Sally. This was a rather normal conversation that Sally and I had most of the time. Oh, long ago when I told her she had to be civil if we went on a date – and only when we were out in public - she would grudgingly agree. But when we were alone, this is generally the way the conversation went.
We sat down and about a half-hour later I had finished telling her the story so far. Sally just listened intently.
She thought for a moment and then she said, “Obviously the girl wants you to be the first. So, that tells me she smarter than you think she is. She sounds beautiful too… I doubt that there would be any possibility of a threesome after a while. Right?”
“Aha shit Jenny!” I said.
Sally put her hands up and said, “Sorry Jeff, just checking. Sorry. Was it a kick watching Kevin – god he’s so cute – and TJ?”
I just glared at her. Sally had a tendency to ramble when she talked.
“Okay… I‘ll stick to Adrianne… damn you do get so focused some times. Well let me see. The only thing I have a problem with is that you could potentially fall in love with her. For me that’s really dangerous, cause I want you – but you know that. I mean how the hell could I be jealous about this. I’ve had hundreds more cocks inside me, than you have given to other girls.”
Jenny once told me that she’d had more pricks in her than a Porcupine could ever conceive of.
She continued, “Anyway, if you somehow do fall in love with her, you’re going to have to wait five years to be able to date… I mean out in public. That, and… shit Jeff you are a generation ahead of her. She’s going to like different music and stuff – her experiences are going to be way different from yours. What are you going to share in common with her other than a bed? It’s not like I object to that, but you need more than sex. You want love, and need a lot of cuddling. Damn, I hope I eventually figure that out. Then what happens when she’s in high-school and finds another young stud her age and falls in love with him? That’s going to kill you. You’ll be heartbroken for years. Now if she were anything like me, I’d say go for it. Get this out of your system. Then again, it could make you crave baby pussy even more than your fantasies suggest. I mean, oh god I didn’t tell you… I’m so embarrassed. Last year I was working at the “Drip Grind,” as a Barista. There was this high-school kid. I thought he was at least eighteen, until I balled him one night after work. He was really only fourteen. He lied about his age to get the job. Okay, he was tall and buff, but when I got his boxers off, it reminded me of being with Freshman boys’ in high-school. So I fucked a fourteen year old. The little stud was really good. He’s still convinced that I was only sixteen.
“Sally, you didn’t… really?” I said.
She grimaced at me and said, “Oh yea, like you have room to condemn me. Adrianne is only a year younger. But see, for me it’s the sex. He was good looking, hot for me, and he had a nice cock. I didn’t care that he was fourteen – it wasn’t an issue. A cock is a cock. But I don’t have fantasies about young boys – that I do them is beside the point. You have always preferred young bodies, like mine. That’s hard to find unless they either like me, are thirteen or under, or are Asian. The only problem for us both is the law. Yea, it’s unfair and generally I don’t pay much attention to that crap anyway. If I give them a good tumble, why should they call the cops? There’s no joy in that. Hell, if they’re good, I’ll do them again. I did Charlie about five times, and he just kept getting better. You’re going to hate me for this, but he invited me to a school dance, and I went. God, I was so cute that night I even turned myself on. Anyway, all the other girls got the idea that Charlie was a real stud. He hardly had time to get his cock soft that night. I was all over him. I even found a little corner in the gym that some hotties were hanging around and fucked him on the floor. A couple of days later at work he said that he had asked this fantasy love of his on a date and she accepted. He got all moral on me, so we had to stop. It was sooo cool. But thank god it’s fairly easy to find a cock, so I wasn’t in hurts about it. He was a really nice kid…
“SALLY…. We’re talking about Adrianne!” I said interrupting her.
“Sorry, Jeff. Yea… Adrianne.” She stopped a minute and looked at me and said, “Hey, I’ve got an idea. You know me… I have to look into her eyes to see what’s going on with her. I want to meet her.”
“That’s not a great idea, Sally… God, do you think I’m nuts?”
“Yea, I do… but see if I can get a look at her and talk to her, I can find out the truth and then help you make a decision here. I’ll behave, I promise.”
After another half hour of talking, she was pretty convinced that she wasn’t going to meet her. The thought terrified me. It all ended up with Sally telling me to do it, but start slow at first, see how she reacted and then use good judgment to go further, or just stop. That was a good idea I thought.
After the conversation was over, Sally told me she knew this conversation was going to get her and more than likely me, hot, so she said she had a treat for me and to just settle back and she would out in a little while. She took her little gym bag and headed to the bedroom. My payment for any advice from Sally was a good night of sex. What a deal. Sally was amazing.
I decided to get some munchies out, just to tide us over until dinner and straightened up the house some. I changed to into some nice sweat shorts and since the day was warm, I didn’t bother to wear a shirt.
Just as I sat down, wondering what the hell Sally was doing, the door bell rang. I opened the door and was flabbergasted to see Adrianne standing there all cute and sexy looking.
As I started to say that this wasn’t a good time, Adrianne walked through the door and closed it, and said, “Can we please have a chat… I need some advice about something.”
Just as I opened my mouth to try and tell her my original thought, Adrianne’s eyes went into pleading mode and she said, “Please Jeff?”
I had no idea if Sally knew that Adrianne was here, and knowing that Sally was up to something kinky, I was a tad worried, but Adrianne’s eyes broke my heart so I said, “Sure, come on in. Are you okay?” I asked in a concerned way. I truly had no idea why she was here.
We sat at the kitchen table and I noticed her looking at my chest. It was the first time ever that I had any notion of being self conscious without a shirt on. So after she sat down, I said, “Just give me a minute… I’ll be right back.”
I headed to the bedroom, eased the door open and snuck in. Sally was plastered against the wall on the side of the door near the corner. I could tell by her look that she knew that Adrianne was here. It was sort of funny, because Sally was all decked out to please my fantasies.
She was wearing a white tulle lace trimmed chemise that was really short, and underneath you could see the white lace scanty thong too. Her flaming bronze-red golden highlighted hair was again up in two high-set pony tails, and bangs covered most of her forehead. She looked like a twelve-year old playing dress-up. She was really cute as all get out.
Sally mouthed, Adrianne? I nodded my head and she walked over to me and whispered in my ear, “You spoiled… no Adrianne spoiled my surprise, but I’ll be a good girl and stay quiet. Just don’t bring her in here. Oh… and by the way, I’m not changing. When you’re finished with her,” she giggled a little, “you can get some of this.”
I just smiled at her and grabbed a T-shirt and left the room almost closing the door.
When I walked back into the kitchen, Adrianne grimaced for a moment. I figured it was that she was disappointed that I had put a shirt on.
She on the other hand looked so beautiful. She was wearing light yellow Capri’s with woven leather sandals. Her top was devastatingly sexy without being terribly revealing. Sally told me later it was an X-back striped pullover shirt, with a hint of tonal lace peeking out of the scoop neck front. It had an Empire bodice with faux button detail, and cap sleeves. Wow… all that to describe a shirt that fit her like a glove, it was a medium brown print with blues and yellows in it. And it was obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Adrianne looked so hot in that shirt, it drove me nuts all the time she was there. Whenever she would lean forward, that scooped neck line revealed a small cleavage that made me grateful that the shorts I was wearing were way oversized. And she had her hair hanging over one of her shoulders… all of it, and it was hanging down a good foot below the seat of the kitchen chair.
So, I sat down as if this was all normal and said, “Well, did Kevin give you my address?”
“Not really, “ she said, “TJ got it out of him. It took a little coaxing but he finally gave in.”
“Ahhh, I see… TJ used her wily ways on Kevin to get him to talk. Right?”
“I guess so,” said Adrianne; blushing a little.
“So, now that you’re here, what kind of advice do you need from me?”
Her difficult to describe brown eyes and those magical gold flecks bore into me as she said, “You told Kevin to get Chet over that day when we were swimming, didn’t you?”
“Gulty as charged, why?”
“It was our discussion in the kitchen that night when you left TJ and Kevin alone to neck in the family room. You seemed pretty unhappy about not having someone or some group to hand out with, and you mentioned Chet. I thought it would be nice if you found a nice guy to do things with. It’s pretty much as simple as that.”
Her eyes bore into me even harder, then she said, “So why then does a guy your age care one little bit about how a girl my age is feeling… and then go off to do something about it?”
“Silly question, Adrianne. I’d feel the same way about helping out Kevin, or even TJ. What’s so different about trying to help you. Look it hasn’t been all that long since I was your age. It’s a rough ride, at least it was for me. God, I’m so glad that I’m past all of that.” Then I changed the subject and said, “So how are things going with Chet?”
“Oh he’s nice and all that, but… I don’t know. We went to the movies the other day. We were holding hands and that was nice, but then he kissed me. It was like having a rock smack against your lips, all hard and forceful. Kisses aren’t supposed to be that way - are they?”
Trying to remain neutral, I said, “Different people kiss differently. But I don’t think I would have liked being kissed the way you describe. Did you tell him he kissed you like the face of George Washington on Mount Rushmore would have?”
Adrianne started laughing and shaking her head, “Where do you come up with those lines you just grab out of the air? That describes exactly how Rocky kissed me.”
“Rocky?” I said.
“Yea, I gave him a nickname. He thinks it’s because he has a hard chest. He positively glows when I say it, all proud of himself and all.”
“That’s just mean, Adrianne. You know how you felt about being called ‘Sticks,’ well someday it will come out why you nicknamed him that, and the truth is, that will stick with him all through high school. Give him a break, he’s just learning about girls and stuff. Be patient, tell him how to kiss you. Tell him what you like. Help him, don’t hurt him.” As I spoke to her, I failed to realize just how sensitive she was getting. She hung her head down looking all defensive, so I added, “Hey… you can fix this, just tell TJ not to say anything and Kevin too.”
She got herself together a little and said, “Boys’ are dumb. I mean Chet even punched me in the arm once kinda hard like I was one of his buddies. It hurt. I know he didn’t mean anything by it, but look…” She pulled up her little sleeve and showed a small bruise that was healing.
“My rule is simple. When someone does something that you don’t want them to do, do it back to them, just a little harder, and in the same spot and tell them not to do that again. People have to learn, and that generally gets the point across. Besides, you’re a super chick with all your Cacha, Cacha, moves – you could have dropped him if you had wanted to.”
She laughed again, then got serious. “You know, the one thing that I like about you is in one moment you can act like a little boy, and a split second later be a very wise man. I was raised around a lot of adults, and you’ve managed to keep your boyish charm and grow up too. That’s really neat, Jeff.”
“Thanks for the compliment, Adrianne… if it was a compliment. Oh shit, she’s doing it again, I’m thinking. She is subtle about it, but she’s trying to get me to captivated by her. Like she didn’t do that the day I met her. But back to Chet… other than him kissing you, how’s it going.”
“Hopefully, he’ll become a friend, but I don’t want him as a boy-friend. He’s just too… you know… immature.” Then she looked directly at me and said, “Why do boys think that they have to sneak up on you and act like it was an accident when they want to touch a girl’s chest?”
I was flabbergasted by her honesty, but trying to play the counselor, I said, “Because they’re scared. Because they don’t want to be rejected. Because they have raging hormones and their brain tells them to try, but it’s hard for guys that age to be subtle and gentle about it. Now if, and when, you really want a boy to do that, then sometime when you are holding their hand, just take it and gently place it where you want him to touch you. I mean there won’t be any rejection problem for you, all guys want to touch girls, but it assures him that’s its okay. That will make it easier and more pleasurable for both of you.”
“Did a girl ever do that to you?” she asked very inquisitively.
“Yes, more than one, and what a rush it was at that age. It really builds a guys confidence in himself because it tells him that the girl is also a partner in this, and she wants to feel his touch. No higher a compliment to a guy can be paid.”
“But what if I want to touch a guy… you know… somewhere private? Do I wait for him to put my hand there?”
“No, most guys don’t care where a girl touches them. You put your hand on them, and they’ll readily accept. Simple as that.”
But what if they don’t want to be touched like that?”
“It may startle them at first, but give them at least a half a second to recover. Then, just be gentle. If the stupid f…., I mean idio., guy doesn’t want to be touched, he’ll let you know. Sorry, but guys are very predictable. Having a girl touch a guy there is as good as building a monument to them and putting it in Public Square… actually even better.”
Adrianne giggled at my slips, and said, “You make it sound easy.”
“With guys, it generally is, unless they’re gay or embarrassed about their size, or got kicked in the nuts earlier in the day playing some sport and are really sore. See with girls, it’s really hard to tell. I mean one minute they will let you do nearly anything, and the very next hour they’ll look at you like you’re filthy scum. It’s confusing to guys; and what I said applies to all girls and women regardless of their age,” I said.
“Are we really that bad, Jeff?”
“Oh, I was painting the nice picture. It’s actually worse. The difference age makes is that guys have to develop a talent that women have from the time they are little girls – body language reading. It takes most guys a while to develop the skill. Girls and women always read body language, and some guys never learn it, or figure it out.”
“Have you been reading my body language, Jeff?”
Yea, since day one you temptress and all of your subtlety and smooth as silk talk: You’re fucking right I have, and I’ve been a good boy too. If you only knew what I wanted to do with you, you’d run from here screaming into the night.
“Well, maybe subconsciously. I never really thought about it, I said.” As I said that, I knew that Adrianne was laughing inside herself. I could hear her scream LIAR, but she thought the response was reasonable based on the circumstances. Damn women and little girls. But then I continued, changing the topic entirely, and said, “You know it’s been nice chatting with you and I hope it’s helped at least some, but I have to get cleaned up cause I have a date tonight with an old friend. We’re meeting for dinner.” With that I stood up signaling that it was time for her to go.
Without much hesitation, she stood too, surprising me. I walked her to the door and she said, “You did help, a lot.”
I opened the door and as she started to walk through it, she said, “Oh one other thing.” Then she turned and walked towards me, put her arms around my neck and pulled her lips to mine. My reaction was instinctive; I pulled her toward me wrapping my arms around her back. Electricity was flowing in huge waves through my lips. When our lips met, I parted hers with my tongue and gently caressed hers. I could feel her tighten against me, and the softness of her lips was like no other kiss I had ever had. It took my breath away. I was lost in this lovely girl and her passion stirred something deep inside that had now been awakened. It sang of love on a scale so vast, I couldn’t see the end of it. I threw myself into the kiss and so did she. For her there was no hesitation, no second guesses, this was what she wanted and had for some time. I have no idea how long that kiss… kisses lasted, but you lose yourself totally when something unexpected like that happens. When we both could take no more, we separated, and while not letting go, I relaxed my hold on her. She looked into my eyes and said nothing, she just was loving me with her eyes and looking deeply into my soul. We were both speechless. She let go of my neck and then kissed me gently on the cheek. I let her go, and she turned to walk away. She wobbled a bit as she walked down the stone path, and I smiled, and then shook all over. I too stumbled as I turned and closed the door leaning against it for support.
Sally was kind. She let me bask in that moment for a few minutes. I didn’t move, even though I could see her reflection in the mirror next to the front door. She was leaning against the door to my bedroom with tears running down her cheeks. She had changed clothes and her emotions from earlier. Finally she slowly walked up to me and put her arms around me.
As she laid her head on my chest she said, “Oh god Jeff, I saw the whole thing. The whole place was filled up with the emotions from that kiss, it was like unbelievable. She is in so much hurt right now. She could search for the same emotion for years without ever duplicating what just happed, and I think she knows that. You’re in so much trouble, you lucky bastard, and I think I’m totally fucked.”
Finally after my emotions calmed down, I poured a drink for me and Sally. I really needed it, and I figured that Sally wouldn’t mind either.
Sally said, “Jeff, she is so damn beautiful. I listened to the whole conversation. You know what she was asking don’t you?”
“Yea… duh… she was asking about how to deal with Chet,” I said matter-of-factly.
Sally laughed and said, “You know for a smart guy, you’re pretty lame. No Jeff, she was not asking about Chet, she was getting information that she could use on you. That was the whole reason for her coming over.” She just let the hammer hang above my head as it dropped smashing into my brain. She knew I got it when my mouth opened up without a sound coming out of it.
As I recovered, Sally said, “She is one very clever girl, and she’s working you like a pro. Damn… I like her. I really do. She’s a lot more mature than… ah hell, even I am. There’s a lot going on in her brain, and she’s really good at it. She wants you, and she’s damn determined to get you.
All I could say was, “I can’t do this, Sally.”
“Look Jeff, she needs a man, not a boy for her first time. You both have the big-time hots for each other. Be careful, take it slow, and it will be a great experience for you both,” she said.
“Sally,” I said, “Its not that, it’s my fear that we will fall in love. And that’s going to be really difficult to manage for over 5-years. That’s a long time. Maybe if she agrees to go out with other boys at the same time and have a full and rich high-school experience – that might be okay.”
“Full and rich high-school experience my ass,” she said. “Sure, we had a great time, but remember all of the heartache and grief? Do you remember Missy?”
“Sure, I still see her around once-and-awhile… why?”
“All the time she was in high-school, she was shagging a twenty-six year old Lieutenant on the police force. She went to school dances and such with other students, but she was loyal to Ted. Did you know that?”
“Nope, I surely didn’t. But didn’t she marry a cop a couple of years ago?”
“Same guy. She’s expecting in June… it’s her first.”
“She was diddling a cop all through high-school. The cop must have been nuts. Imagine him getting caught and going to prison. A cop, pedo... doesn’t that beat all. His life expectancy in prison would have been hours. Talk about a gutsy, or a real simple minded guy,” I said.
“He’s a stone fox, Jeff, and as smart as they get. He could have had any woman he wanted… and did before Missy came along. She had to beat them all back to get his attention, and she certainly did. He’s up to get promoted to Captain soon. Cop royalty, and a pedo to boot. But that’s the point. The law is made as a generalization for everyone. There is no way to separate out the young people who genuinely want a man, or woman. So any - and many - laws are based on a general principal for a general population. You’re outside the bell curve baby, and so is she. Hell, my first time was when I was eleven, and the guy was twenty-two. Damn was he one hot lover. I saw him for over three years on and off. His gig was that he liked little girls. He was so good, I actually pimped for him with some of the other girls who wanted a man. He treated me really nice. I had a crush on him, but there are so many cocks wanting to get warm… I just couldn’t be monogamous.”
“Then or now?” I asked.
“Still… but you knew that anyway you prick,” she said.
“Yea I do, and that’s why I love you and always will, Sally. You’re the most honest person I’ve ever met. Don’t change. You are priceless.”
“So Jeff, what are you going to do now?”
“Nothing,” I said.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Just what it sounds like. I’m not going to do anything regarding Adrianne,” I said.
Sally was very confused so instead of making her root out my intentions I said, “I’m going to let her drive the relationship, and as long as she stays on the right road, I’ll go along. I can’t pursue her. If she really wants this to happen, she’ll have to be the one to set the tone. Look, you know I want her too, but I can’t be the aggressor here. If my guess is right, she’ll be back for round two. At least I hope to be ready for that. She scored a knock out during round one.”
As I sipped the rest of my drink, Sally was reflective for a time. That was rare. Finally she said, “You know… it’s really thick and heavy in this place. Take me out to dinner, breathe some fresh air. You need a good meal and someone to be with you.
The idea had merit, and after changing we left. It was good to get out. I called Kevin and told him I’d either be late or wouldn’t be there tonight, and asked him if that was okay. It was fine with him, but what I didn’t know was at that very moment, TJ was sucking on his yack. But he played it so cool on the phone that I thought he was just going to spend a quiet evening at home. He fessed up a few days later.
It was good having Sally around that night. She was like a breath of fresh air. During the meal she actually got me to forget momentarily about Adrianne. After dinner, Sally asked me to stop by the local ice crème emporium. She said I needed a chocolate soda. Sally had the capacity of knowing what I wanted before I did. After we were seated and ordered, Sally said, “Look around.”
“At what? I asked.
“The booth to your right,” she said quietly. “Have a peak and then just listen to the conversation.”
The place seated around eighty people and they had some large booths that could sit four or five across. In the booth were four girls and four boys that I guessed were twelve to fifteen years old. As usual the girls were trying to flirt with the boys, and each of the boys were playing king of the mountain, vying for as much attention as they could get. In doing so, the girls were getting very upset. You could see it on their faces. Even the younger girls were getting mad, but trying to cover up their frustration.
I turned to look at Sally and said, “Yea… and?”
Sally said, “Imagine Adrianne sitting in that booth.”
I thought for a moment and said, “I can’t see her sitting there or being with that group, Sally. But what’s your point?”
“Hold that question. Now think about you, Kevin, Adrianne, and TJ sitting in a booth,” she said.
I grimaced because sometimes you just didn’t know where Sally was going and finally said, “It would be different, but again… what’s the point?”
‘You have a great relationship with your brother… you really do. I mean I’ve only met him once or twice, but you give him a lot of slack and treat him like an equal. Those boys over there could give a shit about the other ones. The girls are angry with them, and if Adrianne were part of that group, she’d leave if she could, or she would just hang back until the idiocy was over and she could go home. Get it now?”
I didn’t say anything and looked confused I guess, so Sally continued. “Young girls are emotionally three to six years ahead of boys their age. When you are with Kevin you provide a balance for his youth, but you also give him the freedom to mess up for awhile. Adrianne wants a relationship with someone who she can relate too, not some twerp with a woodie that doesn’t care a thing about who she really is inside. That’s why Adrianne is frustrated with Chet. He’s too young for her.”
“What about Kevin and TJ?” I asked.
“One-on-one works. Without any other testosterone competition around, that works too, even for younger kids. Besides, TJ isn’t as mature as Adrianne based on all that I’ve heard. This all started with you and Kevin at your folk’s house. There was a balance there, and because of your coaching with Kevin, TJ seems to be happy. Hooray. But Adrianne is different. Even with Chet there, she came to see you. She did the whole skimpy swim suit thing so you’d notice her. When she got a reaction out of you, poor ol’ Chet was left in the dust. One more thing and then I’m done trying to get you to do the right thing in spite of my love for you, Would you ever consider dating someone that was, oh say… nineteen?”
“Silly question Sally, of course I would if there was a mutual attraction, and I liked her. But once again, what’s your point?”
“Math was never hard for you, but I’ll help you along here… Adrianne is thirteen. Add six years to that for her maturity level and what do you have? Shit Jeff, treat her like she is nineteen and not like she’s a thirteen year old kid, and this will all work out perfect. That’s what she wants… and that is how she kissed you this afternoon… like a girl much older than her years. Right?”
Finally the light bulb went off in my head and I got it, well at least mostly. Sally saw it and smiled at me. I was glad that she brought me here. Actually, I had two sodas before I left. I felt a lot better as well.
We got back to my condo and Sally said, “I’m spending the night. Shit… it may be my last time to ravage your sexy body. Besides you owe me. I’m going to take a shower, see you in a bit… oh and I have a surprise just for you too.” With that she left the room. Sally never asked for permission to do anything. She assumed she had permission. For her it was just a simple courtesy to inform you.
As Sally was taking her shower, I started feeling better. She had really helped me sort through my emotions. I laughed to myself at the thought of her balling a fourteen year old. That poor boy was going to have to wait a long time to get another ride from a woman as capable as Sally.
I changed back into my shorts and tidied up the condo a bit, and in no time, Sally came skipping into the room. She knew what turned me on, and it didn’t take long for me to focus on her. For the moment, thoughts of Adrianne would have to wait.
She stopped at the end of the hallway a wee bit in to the living room. She arranged herself for maximum affect. Her toes were set close together with her heals spread apart, tilting her legs inward. Her right arm lay flat against her side with her index finger inside her mouth and she was sucking on it slightly. Her head tilted down, but her flashing green eyes were looking directly at me contritely. All she wore were black lace boyshorts and a matching top that just covered her small chest. Her flaming hair was pulled back in high set pony tails with long bangs just to her eyebrows. Sally had freckles, but they only appeared on her face, shoulders and the top of her chest. Strangely, had her back been facing me, a narrow line of freckles would have been seen going down her backbone and disappearing into the crack in her butt. That was so damn sexy to me for some reason. Her arms were lightly freckled but the rest of her was the softest parchment skin I’d ever touched. It was flawless, and silky. While there wasn’t a lot of mass to Sally she was not bony at all. There was a luscious medium firm sponginess when you touched her skin. She even had a hint of a tummy, but it was a very firm tummy.
Her look told me she felt like I needed to scold her. Sally wanted to play, and so did I. So I changed my facial expression to look at her angrily.
As my hard-on grew in my shorts, I said, “Do you know why I’m so angry at you?”
Shaking her head back and forth and moving her shoulders inward and trying to look frightened she said, “Not really… was I bad?”
I loudly said, “YOU let that older boy have his way with you… DIDN’T YOU?”
Sally hung her head even lower and quietly said, “He wasn’t that old… he was only fourteen.”
“I KNOW, but – and tell me the truth – he didn’t wear a condom when he fucked you – DID HE?”
“I dunno,” she said, lifting her right shoulder and burying her face into it.
“YES YOU DO – NOW TELL ME THE TRUTH,” I said harshly.
She said nothing but she shook her head up and down indicating that I was right. Then she meekly said, “Oh please don’t spank me… I promise I won’t do that again… really… PLEASE!”
“Well young lady,” I said, “I AM GOING TO SPANK YOU. I’m just wondering if I should tie you up to the bed first. You always try to avoid my hand.”
Sally slipped out of her roll and said, “Cool…” then giggling a little said, “I mean… NO PLEASE DON’T.”
That was priceless and I almost started laughing but I maintained and said, “OH SO YOU WANT TO BE TIED-UP. I bet you’re even getting wet down there. You are such a very bad little girl.”
“Am I a slut too,” she said with a twinkle in her eye.
I screamed at her, “YOU’RE TOO YOUNG TO BE A SLUT, but you probably will be when you grow up. And I’m going to try and stop you from becoming a SLUT.”
With my loose shorts really tented – sheesh I was as hard as I’d been in weeks, I stomped over to her pulled her by her left arm and drug her over to the sofa, pulled her across my knees and took one large swat on her extraordinarily beautiful bottom. That’s when I got the view of the freckles running down her spine. My cock twitched and I swear I shot out a bit too much pre-cum right then. But Sally was still ahead of me. Even with the black lace boy shorts I could see a puddle of girl juice oozing through them. The light played with it showing me it was a big glob. Sally was going to need at least three orgasms to simmer down before I would have a chance. The good thing was that Sally came like most guys… fast.
I looked down at her narrow hips and round butt, god it was so stimulating, and all covered in tight black lace. It was time to get her off for the first time. So I started swatting that butt. One cheek then the other, and Sally didn’t want someone to start easily and then get more severe. She wanted good hard smacks, and that’s what she got. Even swatting her that hard, her firm bottom didn’t wiggle that much, but under that lace was some silky soft skin that I really wanted to touch.
Sally was trying to put her hand behind her to ease the blows and she was pleading for me to stop as she opened her legs indicating where she wanted to get smacked. I didn’t oblige at first.
“Oh that HURTS so much…. PLEASE STOP, and I PROMISE I WON’T DO IT AGAIN… PLEASE – OOOUCCCHHHH.”
After about ten good hard smacks I stopped and then said, “OH… SO YOU ARE BEING MANIPULATIVE TOO. YOU THNK WEARING THOSE PANTIES IT WON’T HURT AS MUCH. FOR THAT LITTLE TRICK WE’RE GOING TO HAVE TO START ALL OVER AGAIN,” I said as I pulled her boyshorts down over her butt and pushed them off her legs.
“OH PLEASE… NOT ON MY BARE BOTTOM… THAT’LL HURT AWFUL.” As she said that, she adjusted herself with her legs spread as a huge glop of girl juice rolled down her crack heading to her clit.
Her bottom was a nice glowing pink and it was so cool because it showed the imprint of the lace too. Wow, I thought, that’s fucking hot to look at. I twisted her around some so my finger tips could strike her bottom on the underside of her butt and started smacking her again. The first two hit perfectly and made a cracking sound.
Sally was nearly screaming at me, “OH DAMN THAT STUNG YOU BASTARD… PLEASE STOP.”
She really must have liked it because I heard a pussy fart and saw more girl juice following the trail of the first one. So now I took aim at her rosebud. I knew where it was having done this more than once to her, I just had a hard time seeing at it as I swatted her. But it must have connected because after that she started moaning among the protests. After a few more swats, Sally was getting close so I pulled her up higher on my knees and took aim for her slit and clit. Her vagina was leaking like a leaky pipe under a hundred pounds of pressure. It was like a little fountain. I stopped for a moment and using my fingers scooped up as much p-juice as I could and yelled at her, “OPEN YOUR MOUTH BITCH!”
She did and I stuck my fingers in her mouth as she licked them clean, sucking on my fingers and licking them with her tongue. She started twitching and moaning as I did that, but it was shortly interrupted by three fast swats to her crack and three more to her clit. Her butt by now was beet red and glowing like it was on fire. One more smack must have landed right on her clit and she exploded in orgasm. Now when Sally had an orgasm – the world knew. She yelled and shook and shuddered wildly. She had her hand in her crotch smacking her own clit as she exploded. I had to use all my strength to keep her from falling on the floor. I must have done something right this time, because she had two back-to-back orgasms, the second stronger than the first. When she recovered but was still breathing hard she got on her feel still a bit wobbly, grabbed my hand and led me to the dining room table. She ripped off my shorts, and laid her back on the table hanging her head over the end – grabbed my cock and pulled me toward her. Her hand was still frigging her clit as I pushed my cock into her mouth.
Truth be told, Sally wanted a cock; her own cock. I mean not that she would have ever given up her pussy, but she loved cock, and she gave the best blow job I’d ever had. She didn’t want a little of my cock in her mouth, she wanted it all. She had found that in this position she could deep throat a cock as the guy played with her tits and pussy. Sally wanted all of my cock on the first thrust. She smeared some of her g-juice over my cock to lube it, grabbed a thick wad from her pussy and finished the job then pulled on my butt until my pubic bone rested on her lips. I have no idea how she ever got her throat to undulate, but Sally did. It felt like my fantasy of a tight little baby pussy, and her medium thick lips massaged the base of my cock. When she let my butt go, that meant she wanted me to fuck her mouth and god what a rush that was. With her head over the end of the table she could control how my cock thrust in her mouth. A long time ago Sally told me to just pretend it was her other pussy, and she wanted it fucked hard and fast, just like the other one… or her rosebud. It didn’t matter to her, she loved it all.
Sally had a longish neck and I used to love putting my hand over her neck as I thrust my cock into her. I could feel my cock moving through her throat. It was so damn stimulating to watch the thickness of my cock swelling her throat and feeling it too. Soon enough I was humping at a steady pace slapping into her lips then fully retreating for the next thrust. Her tits then became the focus of my attention as Sally frigged herself, her hand fully engulfing her pussy.
She had medium pick small aureoles topped by nice long nipples that were set on two small mounds of medium firm flesh – they were so pretty, so tiny and so responsive. She liked them squeezed and her nipples pinched hard and pulled on. Her silky alabaster skin with that firm cushion of fat underneath intensified my desire. She hated it when I just slightly drug my fingertips over her breasts. They would firm up and her nipples would get harder as her aureoles shrank. She’d squirm and push toward my fingers trying to get more pressure. Just before she reached her limit of tolerance of me doing this, I’d grab both tits and squeeze them hard. It always caused her to throw her head backwards as she tried to moan with my cock in her mouth. Sally never choked, and I was careful to have my cock in the right position when I did that. She always got goose bumps over her chest as well, especially just before I got harsh with them.
I was going to cum faster today then I generally did. With all the excitement of the day and then the unexpected gift of me spanking Sally, it was just too much. Sally knew it before I did. She had her hand underneath my nuts and every time I’d exit her she’d smack my nuts up against my body with the flat of her hand – hard. I don’t know why I loved that, but I really did. One of my fantasies was to have another girl behind me when I was fucking someone in the missionary position smacking them hard as I climbed my way to a super orgasm.
Sally was already cuming and that set me off. She was so disciplined when she had an orgasm while blowing me. She was always conscious of her head position in relation to my cock. She wanted to give the guy one hell of an orgasm, and she wanted it in her mouth fully when he came. As my back stiffened, Sally reached around me and grabbed my buns. She followed my movements as one of her fingers entered my butt hole. She said that was her guide to know exactly the moment she wanted me fully inside her mouth. As the feeling rose all over my body – most of Sally was writhing in orgasm. I felt a fountain of hot steamy spooge coming up my urethra and then it hit. Sally pulled on my butt forcing me fully into her mouth and I shot the first ribbon. My legs, torso, back and arms – not to mention my head was exploding in orgasm. My knees were weak and it was hard to remain standing. She released my buns as I recoiled and thrust myself to the hilt once again. She held me tight to her lips for two explosions and then released me. I must have shot six or eight times. She wanted the first three to come into her deeply. The others were to be tasted fully inside her mouth, and like a baby sucking on a nipple her lips surrounded the head of my cock as she sucked the cum out of me as her tongue flicked my glans.
Generally by this time, I’d have a few fingers buried in her vagina, but for some reason her hand was still busy doing it herself. The thought was fleeting, but strange.
You didn’t pull yourself out of Sally’s mouth until she was finished with it… it just wasn’t done. When she did finish, she’d open her mouth with the tip of her tongue curled underneath the head of my cock and she’d let you look at your spooge before pushing your cock out and pushing the spooge all up to the front of her mouth. Then she smile open mouthed, slowly close it and then swallow. That was so fucking cool and hot, it’s hard to describe.
I steadied my hands on the table to keep from falling over.
Sally said, “Good job Jeffy boy… your cock really likes me today. My mouth and throat are still tingling with the remnants of my oralgasm.” To clarify: Sally insisted that like Linda Lovelace in deep throat, she too had a clit in her throat. So Sally insisted that she was given two clits, and that’s what made her so horny. Frankly, I didn’t doubt it for a second.
She smiled up at me and said, “Carry me to the bedroom… we really need to get a soft cover for this table, but something that won’t slide around. It’s the perfect height for sucking on your succulent salami.”
I picked up the light as a feather girl/woman and still noticed that she still had her hand over her pussy. I said, “What’s going on Sally, your hand seems to love your pussy today.”
“So will yours, and your mouth too once we get to the bedroom.” All that was said with a very nasty twinkle in her eye.
I laid her down in the center of the king size bed, and Sally moved her arms closer together to make her little tits look larger. Then with both hands in her crotch she closed her knees nearly together and slid her feet backwards. Then she removed her hands. After licking her fingers and after a smile and a giggle or two, she said, “What to see your surprise?”
At that moment I thought, Oh shit… what has she done now. Not that Sally was into piercings or Tats but Sally never ceased to amaze me.
“What’s my surprise, Sally?” I asked with a hint of what-did-you-do-now.
Ever so slowly she lowered and spread her legs until her exquisitely pudgy pussy was revealed.
Okay… I was taken a back. But before I tell you why, there are a few things that you have to understand about Sally. First off, Sally wasn’t just some run of the mill red head. The color of her hair was a light reddish bronze gold with blond highlights, and it was curly. Not tight curls, but loose large curls. It was stunning. Some of the hair on her eyebrows matched her hair color, but the rest were nearly platinum blond. Sally had never shaved her legs or her pits because she didn’t need to. Her pits had a few strands of platinum blond hair that was unnoticeable on her parchment skin. It was fine and straight, just like the shorter fine sparse hair on her legs. Her pussy had a small thicket of the same color hair as was on her head, but it was not bushy at all, and it too was straight. The strands of hair on her pussy were a combination of more red and less platinum which was so different and about as unique as Sally. It was like seeing a Japanese girl with a narrow Vee of straight black hair covering the top of her mons and not a lot going down her labia. Sally had a short pussy in that her crack was not too elongated. It was magnificent, and her labia were pudgy and nearly the same color as the rest of her skin. Her clit was fairly large, nearly always engorged somewhat, and her clit hood always could be seen even if she had her legs together.
Sally was blushing as she opened her legs, and for a moment I was a tad confused. There had been times that Sally had shaved most of her pussy for me. Actually, one time she shaved it completely, and I got a bit angry. I preferred it if women shaved, if they shaved it well and didn’t leave a mess and ugly stubble, except for Sally. Her pussy was a work of art and I was angry that she had shaved off all of that lovely red and blond hair. It was so damn sexy. From then on she only shaved her labia and narrowed even further the Vee at the top; which was naturally narrow enough to begin with. What I was now looking at looked like the best shave job that Sally, or anyone else had ever done. The closer I looked, the harder I got. I walked closer and leaned over and lightly tan my hand down her silky smooth labia. There were no shave bumps, no hair and it was as clean as possible, save for the ooze still dripping from her vagina. The narrow Vee of hair just above the cleft of her pussy had been narrowed and shortened as well. It couldn’t have been more than two-inches wide at the top, and it was much lower then I had recalled from before. Again, it was all silky smooth. I lifted her legs up and looked at her rose bud and vaginal areas. They were as clean as a whistle too. I swear it looked like what I imagined a twelve year old, or younger pussy to look like in the early stages of puberty. To top it off, there was a smallish gold clit barbell through her clit, and the ends of the barbell had to be diamonds. It was as perfect a pussy as I had ever seen.
“Damn, Sally – it’s magnificent… its perfect - what the hell did you do?”
“Hummm… just nearly a year of LASER treatments, and the barbell… well that’s a story all by itself. You really like it?”
“Oh honey, it’s so perfect, but I have to taste it to be sure. But one question… those are diamonds aren’t they?”
“Yep, nearly a karat each. They’re so cool because when I move around they stimulate my clit. Sometimes I get so hot I have to take it off. One day last week I got off without touching myself - twelve times. I have a plain ends too, with just two gold balls about the same size as the diamonds, and it is not as stimulating. Generally I screw them on because the friction of the diamonds can get way intense.”
“But why did you do it honey?”
“Two reasons, I hate to shave, and you really like it to look that way.”
I crawled up on the bed humbled by that statement. Sally and I were in love, always had been. It was just her sexual appetite that I couldn’t handle. I wanted a woman to be faithful to me. A long-lasting relationship for me required that. My only problem was that if I ever did get married, I knew that Sally would be a horrid temptation, so I was stuck in my own home-made catch 22.
She was radiant with happiness that I liked what she had done for me, and all of a sudden my romantic side kicked in and I kissed her lovingly for a long time. God it was passionate. We fit together perfectly, we knew what each other liked and needed. Our lips were on fire; and as we kissed we entered each others souls. It was as open a relationship and as honest as I had ever known. What had started out as a fun fuck had now evolved into a long serious love making session. Sally’s eyes were tearing, and I believe that mine were too. As always, Sally had me wrapped around her little finger.
I couldn’t handle the emotions; they were so intense, so I pulled away from her lips and started kissing her long neck as she smiled at me and stretched her arms above her head pulling her bodice taught. I knew what she wanted but I took my time getting to her pits. I swear, after just a few minutes with me sucking and licking on them she would have a monstrous cum, but I just played with her today – teasing her like she did to me all too often.
I was so not into body hair on a woman, but Sally was the hugely major exception to the rule. Her scant pit hair and that soft smooth skin under my tongue and lips got me a little crazy. As I licked them, I lightly scratched on the underside of her arms. That got her really going. She flinched and giggled and sighed deeply as I made my way to her two little perky tits.
Her tits were so cute. They weren’t rock hard firm or squishy soft. They were firm – nicely firm, and they’re shape never changed whether she was standing, sitting or lying down. I could suck one whole tit into my mouth and have a little room to spare while I flicked her nipple with my tongue. She also liked me to bite them, harder than I really cared to, but I’d nip her once or twice really hard. When that happened, her girl-juice would flow from her vagina.
Sally’s hourglass figure wasn’t that exaggerated, but it had a beautiful flow to it. As she was tiny all over, her waist was an impossible twenty-one inches around. Her chest was under a thirty-two, and her hips were probably smaller than her chest. But I loved to stroke her sides as I kissed my way down her breastbone to her navel. The soft, silky, cushiony, flawless skin would allow you to feel the slight rise of each of her ribs. With he arms down, they were hard to find, but stretched the way she was it made for an erotic touch and visually stimulating experience. I generally paused to spend a few minutes at her navel, but her scent was too compelling, and I just licked past it so that I could feast on her pussy.
Today she smelled like honeysuckle and a little musk. When I got there – close up – the sight was even more stimulating then before. Her clit had engorged and her labia had swollen as well making a fat lipped pussy all the more erotic. Her labia minora were ever so tiny, and that too was a turn on. The mixture of the golden red and platinum hair above her cleft was so fantastic looking. But it was time to have a snack, so my first attack was pulling her legs back towards her chest and licking her from her rose bud to the top of her crack and then some scooping her g-juice with my cupped tongue. If I only could bottle this stuff I’d make a fortune, I thought. Next it was time to taunt her labia and inner thighs. For awhile I just used light licks, soft kisses and I blew cool and warm air across her thighs. She shivered and got goosebumps. I continued until she started getting frustrated – hot but nonetheless she was very anxious to get on with it. So I did something completely unexpected for me and certainly for her. I sucked and bit her left labia right into my mouth and then smacked her hard on the left cheek of her butt.
She yelled, “Oh GOD that was amazing,” then she started panting hard and making her little guttural noises – so I repeated this for a time.
My reward… more honeysuckle. I eased up and slid my tongue between her labia and her clit hood and just gently licked from her vagina to her cleft and then down the other side, repeating it over and over. My tongue grazed against her engorged clit and barbell and she kept fidgeting like she was really into it. I took her barbell in my mouth and pulled outward lifting her clit higher, and then flicked it hard with my tongue. Then it was all a blur as I brought her to near orgasm. God she tasted so great and the texture of her bald pussy was so amazing I needed relief too. I brought her to the edge of orgasm three times, then acting like I was going to repeat my actions, I waited for the right moment, adjusted her legs then quickly lifted them throwing them over my thighs and ramming my full length into her.
After screaming loudly, Sally stopped breathing and slowly her parchment skin turned pink. Her back slowly started to creep up from the bed, her head was thrown back and she started to tremble. While I kept slamming into her pubic bone, Sally’s orgasm built like a volcano. And just like when a volcano erupts, Sally did too. Her chest rose off the bed and as her back snapped with her head nearly out of my vision; she sucked in a huge gulp of air and started shaking like she was having a seizure. That was followed by a lot of loud and indescribable noises. I was still pounding on her and my own orgasm was rising fast as well. Her pussy felt amazing. It was boiling hot and as slippery as ice that was just worked over by a Zamboni.
Sally was very tight and every time I pulled out from her, her pussy gripped me like a vice grip not wanting to let my cock go. I could see more than an inch of her vagina extending from her labia as it got to the head of my cock and reversed direction. It was a sight so stimulating for me that it put me over the top. By the time I felt the sensations flooding my whole body, and without any perceptible warning at all, ejaculate propelled itself from my cock. After my first shot, the sensations from my orgasm tripled and now I was breathless. It was painful and so awesome I couldn’t believe it.
Sally told me afterwards that it looked like the arteries in my neck were bulging and pulsing. Thank god it was a short duration orgasm, because had it been any longer, I believe that I would have died on the spot. After several explosions into her pussy, I fell on her and wrapped my arms around her rolling her over on top of me. Good ol’ Sally kept humping me, but then our lips connected and that single kiss took me to places I’d never been. Damn, it was amazing. As our balloons landed we started kissing less intensely but more romantically and softly.
When our breathing was nearly back to normal, Sally said, “Oh you gorgeous hunk, you really rock my fucking world… repeatedly. Just when I think we have this figured out, something happens and it’s like a first great fuck all over again.”
She was right, this happened to us all of the time. I’d never experienced anything like what Sally and I could do together. Truth was - we fit – a very rare thing, but that was a blessing and a bane.
We were exhausted and fell asleep spooning. Sometime around two in the morning I woke up very horny. Sally whispered, Shhhhh, as she continued stroking my cock. After a minute, she positioned it at her entrance and said, “Just push all the way inside me and go back to sleep.”
Still groggy, I did what she asked adding a couple of slow thrusts in the process and fell back to sleep.
When I awoke again it was morning and I was on the verge of a climax with Sally doing all of the work. I guess I stayed hard the whole night long. We both came together. It wasn’t nearly as intense as the evening before, but it lasted a long time, and it was very sweet. Afterwards, we just cuddled together grateful for feeling like we didn’t have a care in the world.
“Don’t you have anything else to wear, Sally?” I asked.
“No Jeff, I really don’t… sorry. I just thought we’d be hanging around here, but come on sweetie, don’t I look cute?”
She actually looked great, but her clothes were way on the young side. Thank heavens she had her hair in single pony tail. Now she looked maybe fifteen. She had on a white tank top with Sex Goddess embroidered across her boobs. She was braless of course and wore yellow short-shorts sporting white poke-a-dots, and plain white tennis shoes. She was so amazingly cute and beautiful all in the same breath.
“You look adorable… that’s the problem. You are such a little fucking tease. But I guess it won’t matter, we’re just going to have breakfast. I’m starving; you really wore me out last night.”
“HOLD ON JEFF! She said seriously. Teases, tease. I don’t tease – I deliver the goods. Never call me that again.”
Being contrite, I answered, “Sorry Sally… besides you know what I meant. But next time, bring some clothes more in your age group. Okay?”
In a flash her mood was back to the normal Sally, and being a tad serious she said, “Okay… besides it’s getting close to summer and we’re going to be seeing each other more often, so next time I come over, I’ll bring a few outfits and leave them here.”
We headed to a nice little family owned diner that had the best breakfast in the area. They were only open from six in the morning to two thirty in the afternoon. And they served breakfast all day long. While everything was as delicious and fresh as could be, it was the homemade gravy and biscuits that hooked you. The base of the country styled flour gravy was their sausage. Biscuits as light a feather were covered with a dense rich indescribable artery clogging masterpiece.
As we were seated at a window booth a few male patrons looked us over. This was such a common occurrence that I hardly noticed any longer. But Sally did.
“There’s a couple just behind you. He’s maybe thirty. His companion looks about twenty-two or so, and she’s a real hottie, but he can’t keep his eyes off me. I wish I’d worn a short skirt with no panties.” She giggled just like a little girl.
“I was wrong… you are a slutty tease. Go ahead and yell at me again.”
“Kill joy,” Sally said with a wink and a slight flush of her cheeks.
The waitress came with water in one hand, and a steaming pot of coffee in the other. I nodded to her as she put the water glasses on the table and poured the coffee. That completed she sat the coffee pot on the table, took our order and hurried away. It was always busy here.
“Thanks for last night, Jeff. I’ve only thought about getting fucked about three times since we left your condo. It’s a nice break from the norm. Sheesh… that guy back there looks like he wants to throw me down on the floor and nail me right here. He’s got it bad, but I bet he’s fairly good.”
The response to her was easy, “Four times.”
As we chatted the breakfast came, and Sally and I just spent some time catching up. We never ran out of topics to discuss, and time flew when we were together. While we were heavily involved in conversation, I finally noticed that someone was standing by the booth. I looked up and saw Adrianne, and TJ. Why I’ll never know, but my blood ran cold. It was Adrianne’s piercing look and TJs gotch-ya smile that instantly changed my light mood. Sally caught it too and turned to look.
Tongue-tied my mouth opened but not a sound came out, but good ol’ Sally didn’t hesitate a minute. “Hi Adrianne… and this must be Kevin’s new squeeze TJ… right? Hi, I’m Sally… come on, have a seat.” Sally started scooting over leaving room. Talk about turning the tables, I had finally recovered somewhat and slid over as well regaining more composure in the process.
Adrianne recoiled at first, then started to sit next to Sally. TJ looked confused but sat down next to me.
Sally looked at me and said, “You know Jeff, your descriptions of these two lovely girls was really lacking.” She looked first at Adrianne and then TJ and said, “Guy’s… can’t trust them to give you a good description. Jeff was talking about you two last night while we were having dinner. You are certainly much more lovely than he described. Oh… silly me… Jeff and I are very close friends, if you were wondering…” Inside, I was laughing really hard. The look on Adrianne’s face was total shock and trying to figure out who Sally was, and TJ didn’t have a clue as to what to make of the situation, but she was smiling from ear-to-ear, most likely in bewilderment. She looked at TJ and said, “…So, how are you and Kevin doing? Is he treating you nice? He’s such a cuddler – they’re very rare for guys today. You’re a lucky girl.”
Adrianne’s mouth just hung open startled by everything, and TJ just blushed, stammered a bit and said, “Oh, Kevin’s great… I had a crush on him from the first time I saw him.”
“Keep him on a short leash; you don’t want a guy like Kevin to get away. Hard men are good to find… I mean…” and Sally flushed a little. She always said that, but this time she had accidentally slipped. TJ cracked up laughing as Sally said, “Oh shit… you know what I meant.”
Surprisingly TJ said, “Cool, Sally… either way you say it – it works for me.”
Adrianne had a glimmer of a smile across her face, but when TJ answered that way Adrianne couldn’t believe that she had just said that. Her surprise at the statement made her yell, “TJ!”
“What?” TJ said looking directly at her.
Adrianne went silent turning crimson in the process.
Sally almost choked on her coffee hearing that. After she swallowed, she openly laughed. “Good girl… I’m glad he’s treating you nice in all respects.”
Adrianne was eyeing Sally as surreptitiously as possible. She was trying to figure this all out, so I thought now that I had recovered, I’d help her out.
Looking at Adrianne with a look that said I know you are confused, I said, “Did you two just walk in?”
Adrianne answered, “No we were in the back when you came in. You seemed so involved; I doubt that you saw hardly anyone.”
Sally looked at her and said, “Jeff told me you were very clever, but he never told me you had such a bite.” She just left that statement hang in the air over Adrianne’s head.
Looking directly into Sally’s eyes, I said, “Sally – hush. Turning back to look at Adrianne, I said, “You’re right, it’s been a long time between visits, we’ve been catching up since you stopped by the Condo yesterday.” I thought I’d give her a shot back.
TJ’s mouth gapped open in surprise, “You didn’t tell me you went over there already, Adrianne.”
I eased the pain a little and said, “It was fine TJ, she just needed a little advise about Kurt… nothing much more to say really.”
Adrianne thanked me with her eyes, then she got all confused, and looking at Sally she said, “Do you live around here? What high school do you go to? How do you know Jeff?”
“Wooo horsey… slow down. Yes, I do live around here, and I go to Jefferson.” Sally Said leaving out answering the last question.
“Are you a Freshman there?”
“No, I’m a substitute English teacher. Actually, I just started last week. Right now they have me teaching AP Lit. One of the faculty just had surgery, so I’ll probably have them until graduation. Are you interested in classical literature?”
Avoiding the question and being completely confused, Adrianne blurted out, “Just how old are you anyway?”
“I’ll be twenty-five in June – why… is there something wrong?” Now Sally could say stuff like that without arousing any suspicion, but it really cold cocked Adrianne.
“TJ piped in and said, “Shit Sally, I thought you were our age,” as Adrianne recovered from the shock.
Sally not to be outdone said, “Give me twenty minutes and I could look a lot younger. Sometimes I still get into theaters for half-price, just for giggles. Its great fun messing with someone’s head, and getting away with it.”
“Way cool,” said TJ. “So, how do you know Jeff?”
Before Sally could open her mouth I said, “Ladies, Sally is my oldest and dearest friend. We went to high-school together and have known each other since 4th grade. Last night I told her about both of you.”
Sally immediately said, “Adrianne, any chance I could see you in that black bathing suit, Jeffie really liked it… a lot… besides, I mean your hot dressed the way you are, but in that… I just can’t imagine.”
Adrianne hung her head and went totally red while TJ just cracked up.
“Why are you blushing… Be proud, show off that gorgeous body of yours. That’s why god gave it to you in the first place. It certainly got Jeffie’s attention… and more.” Then Sally started laughing as the crimson in Adrianne’s face got redder; not to mention mine.
That put TJ over the edge and both Sally and TJ were almost hysterical. Adrianne and I were… well a bit embarrassed.
We just sat in silence for a moment when TJ looked at Sally and said, “You know if we got to know each other, I think we could really kick some major ass. We think very similar, but that could also be dangerous.”
“Way cool,” Sally said sarcastically back to her, as they started another round of laughter.
“TJ,” I said, “I need to get out of the booth, I need to talk to Adrianne.” As TJ stood up, I slipped out, took Adrianne’s hand and said, “Let’s go for a walk.” Then I looked at Sally and TJ and said, “Stay here until I come back… both of you.
Sally saluted me and said, “Yes sir!” Then another round of giggles ensued.
As we walked out the door, I said, “Sorry Adrianne, Sally truly means well, but sometimes she just doesn’t know when to be cool. Frankly, I think TJ set her off. She could tell that she and TJ were kindred spirits. They are dangerous together.”
“I’m so embarrassed, Jeff. Why did you tell her about the bathing suit?
“Look, that’s not important, and even I get embarrassed around Sally sometimes, but that’s just the way Sally is. You just have to get to know her better that’s all. I’ve never had a more trustworthy friend than Sally. Yea, she nuts, but she’s got a huge heart.”
“Is she your girlfriend?”
“That’s really hard to explain, Adrianne. I doubt that there are many relationships around like Sally and I. But she’s probably going to be in my life forever, we’re that close. If you are asking me if we’ve had sex, the answer is yes. But we’ve never really been a couple. Her attitudes toward sex and love are very different than mine. In that area, we have very different values, and are incompatible.”
“You mean she’s not good… sorry… that’s none of my business, sorry Jeff.”
Go ahead, Adrianne, really its okay… ask.” I realized I was still holding her hand and it made me self conscious. So I released her hand and feigned scratching my neck.
She took her time, but finally said, “So you mean you are sexually incompatible?”
The words had left my mouth before I even had a chance to stop them. “God no, we are totally compatible in that area. It’s just that Sally likes/needs a wide variety of men, and I’m pretty monogamous. So she’s a friend with benefits.”
Adrianne looked sad, but said, “You told Sally about what happened at your condo yesterday?”
“I didn’t have to, Adrianne. Remember I tried to tell you it wasn’t a good time to come over… well Sally was already there. She heard our conversation and saw what happened at the door.”
We had just turned to walk into a small park. As we headed down a path, I looked over to Adrianne and saw her starting to cry.
“Oh sweetie… it’s okay… really. Sally thought you were amazing.” I walked her toward a bench. As we sat down she put her head against my chest and I wrapped an arm around her for comfort.”
After a minute she said, “This is so confusing. She probably thinks I’m a little tramp. How could she think it was amazing. Wasn’t she mad at you?”
“Yesterday was a very special moment, Adrianne. Nothing like that will ever happen to me again. I felt your kiss all the way to my soul… and I mean that. Sally admitted that she could feel the strength of it all the way across the room. Sally, is protective of me, but is never jealous. She was really impressed with you.”
“But Jeff, I’m only thirteen. Didn’t that make her look at you like you are a dirty old man? Wasn’t she mad at that?”
Avoiding saying that she knew I was a dirty old man, instead I said, “Sally doesn’t care about ages, she cares about maturity. Sally has… well that’s a story for another time… anyway she told me to treat you like you were a nineteen year old, because mentally and maturity wise, she sees that in you. Frankly, I think she doesn’t see me being more than twenty anyway. I’ve been trying to resist getting involved with you, Adrianne, but Sally told me I was nuts. She wants us to get together. It’s not like it’s going to be easy, and maybe we both are taking the chance of getting deeply hurt. It’s really risky for me too. The last thing I want to have happen is get tossed into a jail cell with some guy named Bubba who is big enough to be a line backer for the Bears and have him getting all cuddy with me. That’s not my idea of a good time.”
I heard Adrianne giggle. I release my arm some and she sat up and looked at me with this big smile, even with the tears still rolling down her cheeks. She said, “Are you saying that you want to be with me?”
After a deep sigh and exhaling I looked at those gold flecks twinkling in her eyes and that look of hope she was giving me and I said, “It’s real risky for you, and I’m worried about that, but Sally seems to think with you it would work out fine. That remains to be seen, so yes, but we have a lot of talking to do, and it may not happen as quickly as you may want it too. This is serious for me too, and is not something that I ever expected to happen to me.”
Adrianne beamed as she flung her arm around my neck and pulled me to her for a kiss. The fireworks went off like the re-dedication of the Statue of Liberty and my sole was refreshed beyond reason. I don’t know how long it lasted, and I totally didn’t care that we were in a very public place.
When the kiss broke, I was breathless, and as my eyes focused, I saw Sally and TJ standing not fifteen feet away leaning against a tree looking all sappy at us. I turned Adrianne’s chin to see and as usual, she blushed, as the girls started walking toward us.
What was there to say: I was hooked and already had gotten caught.
The biggest surprise happened as Sally and TJ walked close to us. Adrianne sprang to her feet and ran to Sally, threw her arms around her and kissed her right on the mouth. It didn’t last long, but it wasn’t a peck either. TJ was stunned, but not as much as Sally and I. When the kiss broke, Adrianne’s face flushed a little, but said, “Thanks’ Sally, I really owe you a lot.”
Sally was confused, but not to let the moment slip by, she pulled Adrianne towards her and returned the kiss, but for a lot longer, and they’re bodies were snug to each other. It was an amazingly beautiful sight. TJ came over and sat down on the bench speechless.
As the kiss broke, TJ said to me, “Where the hell did you find her. She’s amazing. Christ, I think I look older than she does. Was that hot or what?”
Now Adrianne was stunned as Sally took her hand and walked her to the bench. She looked at me and said, “I was right… damn it I knew it all along... there’s a lot of passion in those lips.” She looked up at Adrianne and said, ‘Sweetie, that’s the second best kiss I’ve ever had in my life, and that total is at least in the hundreds of thousands.”
Adrianne smiled and said, “Who’s the first best?”
Sally got all little girl and pointed right at me and said, “HIM!”
Everyone laughed.
After the laughter subsided, TJ said, “Someday, I’d like to kiss you too, Sally.”
Sally being Sally coyly said, “Cool… but which set of lips?”
It took a moment, and then TJ and Adrianne blushed and then cracked up. TJ just said, “Both!” as Adrianne gasped.
After some banter between the girls, Sally looked at me and said, “Okay, Jeff… what’s going on in your head. You’re being awful quiet.”
“In a word, Kevin. No matter how hard we all try, Kevin is going to find out about this, and I simply can’t risk this getting back to my folks. As a matter-of-fact, I’m worried about others that may find out. This is terribly risky for me. Sorry for sounding so self-centered. I know there are a lot of risks, like severe emotional risks for both Adrianne and I as well. Re-thinking this, I’m not sure if I have the courage to move any further along with Adrianne than I have.”
Adrianne looked heartbroken, and TJ surprisingly was the first to speak. “Jeff, Kevin knows that Adrianne wants to be with you. He gets that – he’s seen your other girlfriends… he knows that Adrianne’s your type. He also knows that you are attracted to her. He accepts it. I asked him what he would think of you and Adrianne got as close as he and I are. He said that it takes two to make something happen, and if Adrianne was happy – why should he care. He knows how strong you feel about any kind of coercion, and he knows that you would treat her very well. Besides, he idolizes you. He knows that you can generally make it happen with nearly any girl you get the hots for, but he sees this as different. As he’s watched you around Adrianne, he only worries that you may have fallen in love with her. He thinks that’s going to be hard to pull off and get away with.”
“I’m not worried about him deliberately getting us busted, it could be a slip that was very innocent… and that applies to all of you – especially Sally.”
Adrianne finally lifted her head, and put her hands up to stop the conversation. “Jeff, let me talk to Kevin. I really believe that I can show him how serious this is for us.”
Sally said, “Great idea. TJ, call Kevin and see if he’s home. Tell him you met an old friend of his and you want to bring her over.”
“S A L L Y…,” I said, “what are your intentions?”
“Hold that thought,” she said. I need to get a few questions answered. Jeff, head for the SUV while I talk with the girls. For once, trust me… okay.”
I looked at her with great uncertainty, but complete trust. No I couldn’t figure out that line of reasoning either, but shit… this was Sally I was talking about. So I said, “You’re asking for a lot, but okay.”
Adrianne gave me a sweet hug and I got up to leave the park. “I’ll pick you up over there, in about ten minutes. I have some thinking to do myself. I’m still reserving a right to call this whole thing off. There are some essentials that need to be discussed and agreed to between Adrianne and me. No matter how my heart feels about this, my brain is trying to protect us both as best as it can under the circumstances.”
Fifteen minutes later, we were all in the SUV heading for my folks house. Adrianne sat next to me and Sally and TJ were doing a lot of giggling in the back seats.
“Jeff, you look so serious,” Adrianne said as looked over at me.
“When we get to the house, we need to have a talk. I’m really trying to be a totally irrational, irresponsible, responsible adult here.”
Adrianne laughed and said, “Oh… I finally get it. The more you hang around Sally, the more you talk like her. She certainly brings out the best in people. I really like her, you know. And I have the feeling that you love her too. Is that right?”
“Guilty as charged. That’s one of the things I have to talk to you about… but not here, okay?”
We pulled up to the house and Adrianne said, “Wish me luck.”
I said, “We have to talk first, Adrianne. Sally, TJ, go into the house. We’ll be back in an hour.”
Nobody argued, and Adrianne and I took off. Sooner than I expected we were back at my Condo. As soon as the door was closed, Adrianne put her arms around me and kissed me passionately. Oh god, that was so unfair, I thought. Of course I responded with my cock growing faster than normal. But I did manage to stop her and sit her on the sofa. By the time we got there we were both starting to breathe harder than normal.
“I love kissing you, Jeff. It’s so magical.”
I was in serious mode and couldn’t get into that little trap, so I pulled out the list I had made in the SUV and started. “What I’m going to lay out here are my rules, if we are going to try this. Sorry, Adrianne, but this is an all or nothing – unilaterally yes or no. Of course if you have concerns, I want to know them too. As I looked at her, her appearance changed from a loving young girl to someone who looked like they were ready to take a really important test in school. She sat straight, folded her hands in her lap and looked me right in the eye.
“Here goes… First, there is me and Sally. We are best friends, we are intimate, and I am in love with her as you know. That can’t change. Sally thinks you’re great, and has encouraged me to get together with you. She’s not the jealous type. If you can handle all of that, we have a start.
Adrianne started to say something and I stopped her. I told her to wait until the end, then we can discuss anything you want too.
Next… you and I can’t be exclusive with each other. I have the option of going out with other ladies whether I know them now or not. It is likely that I won’t, but the option is open. As for you, you must go out with other boys too. Find someone high-school age, or maybe teach Chet how to be a good lover. But you have to participate in school activities and you can’t have the question raised of some mystery boy-friend. Until you’re eighteen… that’s five years from now, we can’t date in public. Now, with TJ and Kevin… we can go places, but never just us alone. At least not in this town.
“Here’s another one. How are you going to handle your parents. They will most likely be keeping tabs on you. You can’t lie to them – ever. While you don’t have to tell them things, if they ask – you just can’t lie. Trust is what a family is all about. This one frightens me more than the others.”
I went down my list of eight things and finally stopped. “Okay, that’s pretty much it.”
Adrianne thought for a minute or two, and finally said, “Deal!”
I waited for more, and after a long pregnant pause I said, “Don’t you want to discuss anything… or get clarification on some things?”
“Not really,” she said, “but maybe this will help you. I’ve never met anyone like Sally. I can see why you love her – she really is in love with you. Someday you’ll have to tell me why you two aren’t married already, or are at least planning to get married. As to other women: While I don’t get that, but I can accept it. But between me and Sally, we plan on keeping you exclusively to ourselves. I’m not jealous of you two at all, but I might get that way with someone else. And, alright, I find other boys to date too. At least I’ll try. You don’t have to worry about my parents. My mom is my parents. Dad and her divorced a couple of years back. It was surprisingly easy on me and my sister. They’re still friends in fact. Dad lives in France now, and I spend part of my summer there with my dad and sister. Mom and I are very close. As far as mom is concerned – she already knows that I am very interested in a romance with you. She thought it would happen, just not this soon. When she was my age, she was very tall as well. She gets that, and when she was young, she also went for much older guys. I didn’t know that until two days ago. We must have talked for three-hours the other night. Oh, she took me to the doctor and got me on the pill. She knows I don’t give up easily. I told her about yesterday, and how I felt after we kissed. Sure, she’s concerned, but she also believes that it’s my body to do with as I please. Someday, I hope you two can spend some time together. She’s really terrific – she said she liked your eyes. You’d like her a lot. I know she’d like you too. Feel a little better now, Jeff.”
I was stunned, and momentarily frightened. Sally was right, Adrianne’s thinking was from a person much older than her years suggested. A part of me wondered how sincere she was by agreeing to it all. But, this was not anywhere a normal situation. We talked some more and then noticed that the time had really slipped away, so we headed back to the house.
As we walked through the front door, we heard a commotion outside. Adrianne walked ahead and I heard her start laughing as she walked through the kitchen, “Oh my god… unbelievable,” she said through the laughs.
My footsteps quickened as I followed hear to the sounds of, “Go Sally… go.”
The voice was TJs – then I saw something totally amazing even for me. Kevin was laying on a towel by the pool, All three of them were naked as a jaybird, and Sally was going down on Kevin with TJ looking on closely. Adrianne had stopped cold in her tracks by the breakfast counter nearly doubled over in laughter, and right then – Kevin blew his load. It looked like TJ had something in her hand. That was answered almost immediately as Sally sucked Kevin dry.
“Forty-seven seconds… you win Sally. Wow… that was so hot,” said TJ. “You may have to help me next time… coaching I mean. That was amazing.”
Kevin was floating and still shaking from the apparent supertastic Sally blow-job. Finally she took Kevin’s dick in her hand, swallowed, smiled at TJ and said, “Really, only forty-seven seconds? Shit, I should have Ripley’s here,” said Sally.
I moved past Adrianne and walked to where, if they looked, they would see me. Sally was the first. As I started to take off to get her, TJ turned her head and saw me.
Forgetting that she had nothing on, she scrambled to block my way and said, “No Jeff… you really don’t understand. Don’t get mad at Sally… she was helping me out.”
Kevin had come around and saw me. All he said was, “Oh fuck… I’m so nailed.” Sally was still giddy and had ran across to the other side of the pool.
TJ said, “It was really a lesson. When we got here, Kevin was swimming. Sally and I didn’t have our bikini’s so we surprised him by running out of the house… NAKED! TJ went crimson, and immediately ran and dove into the pool.
Across the pool Sally was in tears laughing so hard.
Kevin sat up a little and said, “What an afternoon, Jeff. Oh… if you care: I don’t care about you and Adrianne. If she wants to get all lovie-dovie with you I’m fine with it. I can keep a secret you know. So, am I grounded for life or what, bro?”
I had to laugh too. My little brother looked like one happy little boy. “You’re not in any trouble at all, it’s Sally I have to deal with.”
From the pool, TJ said, “Adrianne… please bring me my clothes.”
Adrianne walked over to me curling her arm inside of mine and said, “He’s already seen you naked, what’s the big deal? Besides, what was going on with you, Sally and Kevin?”
“Kevin saw us and instantly got hard. After a few minutes with Kevin in the water and still hard, Sally told me that she could show me how to get a guy off really quickly… in under a minute, so he wouldn’t be hard. I didn’t believe her – silly me, so I agreed. It was really just a sex education lesson – first hand. Now please, hand me a towel or something.”
“I don’t think so, TJ. This is just too much fun,” said Adrianne. Like I said, he’s seen you naked,” and as she patting me on the top of my shorts with her hand she continued, “Either he’s dead, or it really didn’t get him going. When we first saw you, your cute butt was up in the air spread wide open as you watched Sally. Really, there’s nothing much to hide from there. Oh… by the way you were leaking really good too. You still horny?”
As TJ glared halfheartedly at Adrianne, Kevin spoke up and said, “It’s a bitch I can’t talk about this. I mean, who would believe all of this happened from a thirteen year old. Wow. Hey, Jeff… Sally is a real knockout. First time I’ve ever seen her naked.”
Sally kept getting closer over to my side of the pool. She finally said, “Is it safe yet, Jeff? I promise to be a good girl for the rest of the day…. PAX?”
Adrianne almost whispered, “Gee Jeff, Sally is so beautiful, but she looks so twelve…” then her words faded off. She looked up at me with a question in her eye. She shook off what she was going to say, but I had a suspicion that I’d hear the question later.
“Only if you promise to act like an adult.” I knew in an instant that came out entirely wrong.
“Oh… okay, Jeff. I’ll act just like you. PAX?”
Adrianne, TJ and Kevin laughed really hard. Kevin was the first to speak, “You so messed that up bro.”
This time, I think I blushed and just said, “PAX, Sally.”
As Sally walked closer to us; TJ finally realized that she was getting no help, so she popped herself out of the pool covering most of her crotch with her legs. What a little doll she was. She also reached up to ring the water out her hair. That pulled her cute bust up showing off her hard little nipples and swelling breasts. She was getting off showing herself which wasn’t all that unexpected. Kevin also finally sat up, turned to Sally and said, “That was amazing. Why couldn’t you have gotten a degree in Sex-Ed? That’s truly your calling.”
As he said that, Sally sat down next to TJ, and started braiding her wet hair. When Kevin said that to her, she whispered something to TJ. Sally looked toward Kevin and said, “Because I don’t want to spend my life in Jail. Just because passion is your passion, this society frowns on stuff like we just did. Of course had I been born in Roman times, my degree would have been completely different. Of course, back then, I’d would have had to taken a second major – chemistry.”
“Why Chemistry?”
“Back then, common practice was to use poison to remove your enemies.” Said Sally.
Adrianne said, “Kevin… do you mind if we talk for just a minute or two. Please?
Kevin said, “Sure,” then got up and started heading into the house. I blocked his way, pointed to the edge of the pool where his Speedo’s were laying. “Put them on first, okay… and really why don’t you all get some clothes on. That goes for you too Sally.
Adrianne and Kevin headed to the family room as the rest of the squad got dressed. As TJ walked through the door I really wanted to swat her bottom, but refrained. Shit, I was going to be in enough trouble soon. But instead, I said. “Very sexy little body there TJ.”
She harrumphed and said, “Well maybe sometime I’ll get a chance to check you out… but thanks,” and gave me that sly little smile of hers.
Sally had to come inside to get her clothes. As TJ had moved off to the kitchen I quietly said, “You really enjoyed that little show didn’t you.”
“Damn straight… only I thought that you might be brave enough to join us. I really want a gander at Adrianne in the buff. You really took all the joy out of it,” she said feigning being hurt. Her bottom was still wet from the concrete so I smacked it pretty hard. It shook her and she jerked, but continued walking and simply said, “Tease.” Did my sweet Sally not understand that I hadn’t seen Adrianne nude as yet.
No more than fifteen minutes later Kevin and Adrianne joined us in the kitchen. Adrianne walked up to Sally and said, “Thanks for your help discussing the situation with Kevin. I owe you.”
Unexpectedly, Sally said, “Actually you don’t owe me anything. I just want you both to be careful and enjoy this while it lasts. This is really special, and I think we are all on your side in this. If you ever need my help, just let me know. Some things, I do take seriously, and this is right up there at the top.”
Another Kodak moment ensued with all the girls and Kevin hugging each other. My little brother was in adolescent heaven with all of this attention.
Adrianne pulled me off to the side and said, “Can we go back to your condo… alone. We really need to talk about some things.”
TJ it seemed wanted to stay with Kevin for the afternoon as mom and dad would be home in a day or so, and Sally’s car was parked back at my condo, so the three of us tool off.
Back at my condo in the parking lot, Sally gave us both a hug and kiss and said she’d check in next weekend, hopped into the car and took off.
Finally, Adrianne and I were
alone.
“Want something to drink?” I said after we were inside.
“Bourbon neat, water back,” she said seriously and then giggled. “Fruit juice will be fine… actually anything without soda water.”
Adrianne sat down on the sofa as I got us a couple of Snapple’s. When I sat down she nuzzled up to me and said, “You know I really wish I hadn’t met Sally.”
“I can understand that,” I said. “Sorry about today, but it was you who came up to the booth you know.”
Adrianne sat up and looked at me right in the eyes and said, “You’ve got it all wrong, Jeff. I’m glad I did meet Sally, but my problem is that you and her have a lot of history. My problem is that I really like her. I’ve never felt a connection that strong between me and another woman. Am I going to mess this up for you two?”
“Like I said before, that won’t happen, regardless of what happens between you and I.”
She eased back against the sofa and then said, “Can I assume that you really get turned on by younger or tiny girls and women?”
Well, I was waiting for that question; I guess that I assumed that it might come later, just not today.
“I always have and probably always will. I can’t explain it, it just is.”
“So you prefer small chests – right?”
“I think small works for my tastes, and small chests are perfect for my likes. Why do you ask?”
“When I first met you, I figured you for liking… you know… big to huge ones. I mean you are sort of a jock, and I thought all jocks liked large chests.”
“I’ve never really seen myself as a jock, but if I am - this jock prefers… hold on a minute. I hope that you realize that while appearance is a damn good reason to look at a female, our eyes don’t target just breasts. Believe me that the whole package is important, at least it is to me. Then the next step is to see if there is any substance to the package. Sometimes what might be thought of as a beautiful woman can change immediately to something really grotesque once they open their mouths, or you look into a set of vacant eyes. Then again a not particularly attractive woman can turn out to be just the opposite. It’s startling when that happens, but it has happened to me several times. I certainly hope that you are not worried about the size of your chest. If you are, forget it. You’re amazingly beautiful, Adrianne.”
I got a bit riled up once I realized where she was going with this. But after she stopped blushing she changed the subject and said, “It was seeing Sally that explained to me a lot about your preferences. She is so gorgeous, and her hair is a color I’ve never seen before and doubt that I will ever again. Those soft natural curls and the way the sun dances off her hair is amazing. And then, there’s the rest of her. She’s a knockout.”
“You know that you can be very direct with me about anything that you want to ask. I promise to tell you straight, regardless what the answer turns out to be. I think there’s something in the back of your head that you do want to ask, but I think it’s hard for you to be direct.”
She didn’t say anything for a minute or so, but finally, and not looking at me she asked, “How many girls have you been close with that are my age, or maybe a little older or younger?”
“You’re the very first, and hopefully the absolute last. This is a lot harder on me than you think. My first time being very intimate with a girl happened when I was fourteen, and she was thirteen. Since I turned eighteen, I’ve only dated two years younger than my age. Most of them were my age, or older. Is there anything else you want to know?”
“Yep, she said looking at me again. When we met at Starbucks, did you deliberately start talking to me for reasons other than a bet?”
I said, “Caught red handed. Yes I did.” I left the answer just hanging to see if she would ask for more details.
“Why?” She asked in a manner that told me she really didn’t know and was curious. Adrianne was now in a reasonable serious mood.
“The sun was reflecting off your hair as you walked with TJ towards Starbucks. There was a gentle breeze and several strands of your hair were floating behind you like a bride’s veil all shimmery with rich brown and gold highlights. That’s what caught my attention first. I was making a U-Turn at the light, because my partner and I were headed to Starbucks too. From my vantage all I could see was your hair, and I really wanted to see the rest of you. It, shall we say, aroused my curiosity. That’s why I made the bet with Roger. It was the only excuse I could think of to talk to you. Besides, with Roger I couldn’t act like I was trying to get something going with someone your age, and I really I just wanted to hear your voice, what you had to say, and look into your eyes… you know to see if the package was really complete. That night when you and TJ showed up at Kevin’s, I almost dropped the pie when I saw you again. When I saw you, I knew I was going to misbehave if you gave me a chance, Bubba be damned.”
Her eyes were moist and she was flushed again – not from embarrassment I thought, but somehow because of what I had said tickled her somehow.
“You are such a romantic… such a boy in a man’s body. I just never thought it was my hair that you were attracted too. Frankly, I had no idea what the attraction was. Oh, and I didn’t miss you almost dropping the pie. All I know is that when you hugged me that night, I swooned. You were so gentle, and seemed very concerned. It made me tingle all over. That hug was something I’ll never forget, until I kissed you the other day. Now that took my breath away, Jeff.”
I couldn’t resist and I reached behind her and took a huge handful of her hair and brought it over her shoulder. I took it with both hands and just felt the silky texture. Then I brought it to my nose and smelled it. It smells so sweet, I thought. Looking back into her eyes I said, “I’ve wanted to do this since I stood behind you at Starbucks that day.”
With a quick flick of her head she rolled the rest of it over her other shoulder and said, “Enjoy… I think you’ve waited long enough.”
She looked like a goddess. Holding onto both hanks of hair I pulled her toward me for a kiss. Before our lips met, she said, “Jeff, make love to me.”
Chapter Fifteen – Decisions, Decisions
I was surprised by her statement and gently let go of her hair and leaned back on the sofa slowly. She had a concerned and even hurtful look in her eyes that was painful to me, but I said, “We have time sweetie… a lot of time, and I want that first time to be special. Sure I like spontaneous, but not today. This is all moving too fast for me and frankly I have a lot of soul searching to do and you do too. It’s not the risk… for some reason I’m over that. I just want it to be very special for you.”
She looked hurt, but resigned. To ease what I had just said I took a couple hanks of her hair in my hands again and said, “But I would so love one of your super magic kisses, and even a few hugs if you are up for that.”
She smiled at me halfheartedly and I pulled her toward me, not to kiss her but to cuddle and sooth her emotions. As she nested her head against my shoulder, I said, “Adrianne… you know I do love you… don’t you?”
Wordlessly, she nodded her head yes. She wiggled around some lifting my arm over her shoulder and laid back against my chest and shoulder. When she was comfortable she took my hand and placed it just a little on and under her left breast; leaving her hand covering mine. An involuntary soft sigh echoed from my lips. Her thin super soft black cotton top was perfect. She was braless too. The small mound started to swell as I traced my fingertip around the underside of her breast. It was irresistible and soon, my hand covered her breast feeling the hard little nipple underneath my palm. I was so focused on touching her that I hadn’t realized I was also very erect. I snapped back to reality as she put her other hand on my crotch and let her fingers explore my length.
Before I could do anything, she moved quickly turning to face me straddling my legs with her cute bottom sitting right on my dick and aligned with her slit.
She tossed her hair so most of it was behind her – looked me straight in the eye blushing slightly and said, “You may not be ready to make love to me, but your body really wants to.”
As she slowly moved her hips back and forth over my cock, with me getting weaker in my resolve by the second, I flippantly said, “You’re absolutely correct… my body is ready. Shit Adrianne, cocks are very stupid, and they get hard at the least provocation. I remember being inside a museum and seeing a very sexy ancient marble statue of a young naked woman. It startled me to find an erection growing in my slacks. Actually, it happens several times a day whether I want it to or not. To my cock, you are my fantasy of what I’ve always wanted, so I got hard. That doesn’t mean that I should, and besides, I want me to make the decision to make love to you, and not because of some reptilian lower brain function. I want to be there loving you with my emotional self as well as my dumb but ever so wonderful cock. Get it?”
She stopped sliding her hips back and forth across my cock and looked at me strangely. I had no idea what she was going to say. Instead of saying anything, she stood up facing me and put her hand down the front of her shorts and said, “Oh yuck… I’m sloppy wet down there, and it’s all your fault.”
She grabbed a few tissues off the side table and proceeded to lower her shorts and panties at the same time revealing her perfect puss to my eyes. Then she wiped herself from back to front to back with those smooth hairless labia flowing around her fingers. There was just a light touch of pubic hair in a tiny V above her slit. It looked like a brunette Sally pussy, but it was wider and longer and so beautiful.
I was rendered speechless but my cock was really calling me very bad names and wondering why the fuck it was still trapped in my pants. My mind was also screaming at me… I recall something like…SHE’S GOING TO TOSS THOSE PRECIOUS JUICES OF HERS INTO THE GARBAGE… DON’T LET HER DO IT MAN, CLEAN HER UP WITH YOUR TONGUE – YOU ASS HOLE!
I stood up way to fast and my boner hooked against the tented slacks twisting it unmercifully and painfully. After a screech my body simply reacted by just flopping back onto the sofa. Adrianne stopped to look, and started really laughing as I adjusted Mr. Brain Dead so I could stand up. That completed I headed to the bathroom much to her disappointment by her look as I left the room.
As I adjusted myself and cleaned up my own cock slobbers; I fantasized on what I might find upon my return to the living room… Totally naked laying sexily on the sofa… still working on cleaning herself up… Truth was she was trying everything she could to get me to have sex with her. It turned into a battle of the minds and I wasn’t going to give in despite how much I wanted too.
As I walked back into the living room she was just sitting, fully clothed where I had been, and obviously awaiting my return. As I rounded the sofa he look was none too happy.
“You look glum… what’s going on?” I said having a good idea.
“You’re just plain mean… you know that?” She said as she crossed her arms across her chest and pouted her gorgeous lips.
“What,” I said, “not cruel too?” I sat down next to her and looked her in the eye, then continued, “You know, I’m trying to do what’s right here because I do love you. And the best idea would be to not go any further than we have and that’s already crossed the line. Sorry Adrianne, when it’s right for us both it will happen. Hell, it might just be that I’m a lousy lover anyway and you will be soured on sex for a long time. That would be hard to live with, for us both.
“Yea right, like your lousy in bed… I don’t think so, and Sally say’s you’re the best. If anyone can make a statement like that; it’s Sally. But to tell the truth, I’m not in the mood anymore. You made me sad,” she said looking all hurt. I couldn’t tell if it was an act or she really meant it.
I pulled her to her feet and put my arms around her giving her a big hug. As we separated I kissed her lightly on the lips and said, “No need to be sad, this was a great day… but really, I think we need to munch on something. I’m hungry and you probably are too. After dinner, I’ll take you home. We both need some space.
A slight smile ran across her lips and her color looked better as she hugged me this time. After we kissed again, she said, “If kissing is so amazing, I can’t wait for the entrée. That’s something to look forward too. Just remember, I’m ready when you are.
Chapter Fifteen – An Unexpected Conversation with Kevin
The next day, Kevin and I had our last meal before I returned to work and my folks got home from their cruise. It was just spaghetti, Italian meat balls, a jar of moms home made sauce, garlic bread and a small salad, but it was amazing. By the time I had gotten Adrianne home and returned to the folk’s house, Kevin was napping in front of the TV.
Dinner was quiet until Kevin said, “So Jeff… last night… did you… you know…” his voice trailed off and his was face flushed. He wasn’t looking directly at me when he asked, so I figured that he was a little embarrassed to ask.
“None of your business, you know…” I said without any harshness at all, “but the truth is, while Adrianne tried, we didn’t. It was the wrong time, and she and I both need to think about this. With me going back to work, it will be easier on both of us. Fair enough?”
Looking at me, but still serious he said, “Yea… I was just curious. But there’s something else Jeff and it’s really personal, but with all of this happening with Adrianne and TJ… and oh my god… Sally, it’s been quite a time. Then seeing you get the hots over Adrianne got me to thinking. But I really don’t know how to ask you. I mean it’s really personal for both of us. So I’m not sure if I should even say anything.”
I had watched Kevin over the years and when he got really serious he had this unmistakable look on his face, and his body language changed too. This was a biggie and I knew it.
“Whatever you say or ask, I’ll do my best to help and I promise I’ll never tell a soul. What’s the problem kiddo?”
“Remember that first night when Adrianne and TJ came over? Well when I saw you looking at Adrianne, I could pretty much tell you had the hots for her really badly. That did and didn’t surprise me. I mean I’ve seen you with a lot of women, and then there is Sally. Seeing her naked by the pool the other day, gave me the clue that you and I might have something in common… something that we’ve never talked about. I mean most all of the women I’ve seen you with are fairly tiny.”
He paused and looked me in the eye, and now he was even more serious than ever.
“What’s that?” I said. Not knowing where this was leading, and getting a sense that somehow this evening was going to work out completely differently than I had thought.
“Okay… my brain says that it is possible that you’ve may have always had a… shit… thing… a sexual attraction for girls… I mean young… maybe really young girls. I ain’t asking, but if that’s true then we do share something in common that we don’t know about. Ah hell, Jeff… TJ was not the first girl I had sex with. It was Tanya Miller… we’ve been doing it for nearly three years and still do whenever we get the chance. Actually, we got together last week. And there have been a couple… well more than that… girls’ on and off too.”
Kevin was now full on blushing and I could tell that was one hell of and admission but this was going to get sticky. Wow, I thought… Tanya was such a little doll. She was from the old neighborhood. I wondered how old she was now… eleven, more likely ten. I wanted to say something complimentary like Well aren’t you the little stud muffin, but held back trying to keep this conversation as sane as it could be. Then I thought back to the last time I saw that beautiful little blond. Hell, I started getting hard as I thought about her tiny points showing through her top the last time I saw her. But I had to be careful here too. I still wasn’t sure where this all was leading.
“So that made you ten or eleven when you guys started right? And it makes her around eight years old… maybe a little less. Interesting Kevin. I knew you were interested in girls earlier than most boys, I just didn’t realize how much. So we both started young,” I gave that up just to see how he would respond.
“How old were you the first time?” He looked surprised when I said that; and I had started at about the same age as he did.
“Messing around, or having intercourse?”
Smiling he answered, “Both.”
“Seven or eight for playing Doctor and such, and around eleven for intercourse… but it’s really been a long time, and I could be off a bit. Changing the topic a little, but since you’ve met TJ and been intimate with her, I take it you are still messing around with Tanya. That’s a bit of a surprise. How come?”
His face flushed really fast but he was still looking at me when he said, “Cause… it’s different… and I really like it.”
“Like what exactly?”
“It’s too weird, Jeff. She’s just starting to get tits, if you could even call them that, but it’s her puss. No pubes and smooth as silk. That really turns me on… oh and besides I really like her a lot… she’s ten now. Don’t get me wrong, TJ is one hottie and I really like her a lot too. But there’s something about bare pussy that drives me crazy, and I mean not shaved, just… get what I’m saying?”
Is this genetic, I thought, if so who passed this to us… mom, dad, both? “Yea… I think so, but why earlier did you mention Sally?”
“Her cooch is way different. I don’t get it, because all she has is a small patch of a fire bush above her slit. Didn’t she ever get hair on the rest of it… I don’t think she shaves either? Damn seeing that, got me really hot. Sally ends up somewhere between a little girl and young teen… looking wise. Her labia are grown up more than a little girl but not by much, and the rest of her is still hanging in at around twelve or thirteen. Tanya still has baby labia, still thick and firm. That’s a real turn-on. I guess the skin changes when they go through puberty.”
“Yep it does, and mostly changes color too. Sally is lucky, that didn’t happen to her all that much, but still; you’re right it is different. Sally had the rest of her bush lasered off, because I guess she knew I liked it that way.”
Kevin looked at me for a time with questions all over his face, He finally got the balls to say, “So you do like little girls’ pussies too… right Jeff?”
I thought he’d probe me a little easier, and this outright straight question surprised me. I could feel the warmth of my reddend face as I just said, “Yes.”
“Fuckin-A… I just knew it. Wow… you too… does Sally know about this?”
“Until just now, she’s the only one that did, Kevin. And this has to remain between us. I’d be ruined if it ever got out. You get that, don’t you?”
“Like duh… are you kidding me. Of course I do.” There was a hesitation and then he said, “So, how long has it been since you’ve messed with a little girl, Bro?”
This conversation was captivating and really scary. Finally there was a guy that understood why I dug it, and that’s rare. That we both knew about each other was somewhat of a relief to me and later he found it so as well. I started to relax and that day, Kevin and my relationship changed forever.
“The night before I turned eighteen was the last time. You were a little kid then but there were twin girls living on the next block, and we had been messing around since I was fifteen. They were eight when it all started. I was their baby sitter. But that was the last time, for anybody under eighteen. Well not really… I decided that I could go two years earlier than my age, so I played that game until I turned twenty one. Of course now there is Adrianne, but that is much more than a sex thing.”
“Yea, I get that Jeff. She sure is a beauty and too grown up… at least mentally for her age. Tell me, do you still think about messing with younger girls?”
“Only rarely… but it happens a few times a week when I see a real cutie pie. Oral sex with a young girl is about as good as it gets. God, the ones that love sex really dig it too. I liked to get them off about three or four times before I get my jollies. They’re so free about their emotions, not closed up like older women. You’re lucky, you are still at an age where you can get away with it as long as you are careful. You must be, because I never suspected this at all.”
We must have talked for another couple of hours. I finally admitted that I had watched him and TJ that first time. He actually thought that was pretty cool and promised never to tell TJ. He also talked about Tanya, and how in several conversations she had admitted to him that she’d like to have sex with me. I told him never to tell me those sorts of things in the future. The temptation was just too great, and he got that too.
I remember the times back at the old house when she was around. She always managed to sit on my lap when I was watching the tube. She always wiggled her bottom over my hard cock. I never did anything but now I’m sure that she wanted too. Then I remembered the one time that she was at the new house right after the folks moved in and one of the only times I had stopped by. Both kids were swimming and mom had gone to the store. I sat out on the sun deck as they played around, not thinking it strange that she was over. She had on a tiny bikini, and one time when she climbed out of the pool the top piece of elastic was clinging to her bottom and it revealed the very top of her slit. I had an idea she knew I was looking at her, even with my sunglasses on, Instead of pulling it up higher, she pulled it away from her groin showing me everything she had down there and wringing out the excess water before returning it to a little lower than where it originally was. Shortly after that, I headed inside direct to the bathroom.
Thinking about it all-in-all, I think Kevin had it a lot worse than I did. He really loved young pussy. Kevin actually had started taking pictures of His Girls’ as he called them as soon as he got a hold of a digital camera. He had the photos heavily encrypted on his computer, and showed many of them to me. To say that it got the juices flowing was an understatement.
I was actually glad when the night was over. I had packed my things and was headed back to work the next day. I really needed a break.
Chapter Sixteen – Back To Work Woes
Carl and I spent the morning going over all the upcoming work when the phone rang. It turned out to be a client who had rejected our bid to do a commercial building. The job price was a little high, but his concern was the travel expenses that he would pay for as the job location was nearly a thousand miles away.
He was in a real fix. His architect postponed his job for a more lucrative offer, and it would be spring before he could start the project. He wanted it started now, as the land was already clear and the contractors ready to start work. As the footings for the structure were identical, we could start the job with minor changes. He liked our design much better anyway.
He offered us one hell of a bonus premium if we could start by Wednesday of the next week. Being concerned about getting paid, we negotiated that he would set up a secured line of credit with our bank, paying the full bonus and a third of the contract in advance with a guarantee of secured funds for the final two payments against specific dates. He said that he would have to speak with his investors and would call us back.
Not two hours later he agreed to our terms. After the call, Carl and I looked at each other.
“Okay… who’s going to go there?” Asked Carl.
“I will,” I said. “I’ll spend the first month getting everything started, then you come down for a month with a one week overlap, and we’ll split it up that way. We’ll both break for Thanksgiving and Black Friday, and leave two days before Christmas returning after the first. Charlie will be coming with us as our foreman, so he can keep the guys working and phone us if there are problems. Fair enough?”
“Deal,” said Carl.
We dug out the old project drawings and materials list. By then our customer had downloaded a ton of information about the sub contractors, vendors, work schedule, staff information and much more. We were pleasantly surprised to see the good work that had already been completed. I was feeling better about this job.
We spent the rest of the day scheduling the rest of our workload. By the end of the day we realized that we needed to hire two more pros. Carl took that task. We had a couple of folks in mind. If we could come to terms with them, they would be terrific additions. We were growing. That was good.
The other thing was that I hadn’t thought about Adrianne until I was driving back to my condo. Oh shit, I thought, this is really going to piss her off.
Chapter Seventeen – Home for the Holidays
As it turned out, Adrianne wasn’t mad at all. Sad perhaps; and I got the idea that she pretty much thought that it was my Great Escape… which it was. Now Sally on the other hand was really pissed at me. It lasted all of a half-hour but it was intense. It faded as she attacked me and kept me awake half the night.
The job was going really well, and after Carl and I handed off the job, I
headed home. The flight got in late in the afternoon and I was surprisingly
greeted by Sally, and Adrianne at the airport. After their very affectionate
greeting I felt lucky to get out of the airport without getting arrested… and
yes… Sally dressed for the part too. She looked twelve and it made Adrianne
look like her older sister. They both thought it was really funny. I on the
other hand got very very hot. It had been a long dry spell.
We stopped to eat dinner on the way home and it seemed as if Adrianne and Sally were now the best of old friends. It really made me angry to believe, and later have confirmed, that Sally had the balls to get Adrianne in bed before I did.
It was three days to Thanksgiving, and I was very glad to be home. Sally dropped me off at the condo and as I was very tired and she took Adrianne home. Sally was going to join us at my folks house for Thanksgiving, and Adrianne told me that TJ and her lovely self would be coming over after they ate, and join us for dessert. Not what I had in mind, but it seemed okay, at least then. But I did force Sally to dress her age. She reluctantly agreed in a joking way. Sally was nuts, but not crazy enough to try something like that. She’d known my parents for a very long time. They really liked Sally, but always with a question mark. I believe that my dad got Sally, but he never, ever let on.
Thanksgiving was our family’s favorite holiday and Thanksgiving dinner was mom’s favorite meal to cook, and she did it better than anyone else I knew. Joining us for dinner were my moms younger sister Elaine, her husband Scott and their two kids, Jess and Camila. Jess was a year older than Kevin and Camila was eleven. Then my dad’s brother, Henry, his wife Sara, and their three kids came too. Matthew was seventeen, his sisters Beth – fourteen, and Tabitha, the accident was ten years old. With Sally, the total was fourteen folks.
Dinner was always served at one o’clock in the afternoon. Dad wanted it on the table by eleven thirty because of the football games, but mom was the cook, and every year everything was magically ready at one. Dad just let it go as he always did. My folks were still very much in love with each other. That was rare after all those years. At dinner I found myself sitting next to Sally which was expected. Beth sat on my other side. Damn… she’d grown up this last year. Camila and Tabitha sat across from us with Kevin sitting between them. Both of them were dolls. I didn’t really notice that I had all the girls, except for Kevin sitting around me until Sally whispered that fact in my ear. All she said was; ‘you’re such a chick magnet you handsome bastard.’
Not one of the girls could be described as anything less than very pretty. Tabitha was over the top cute, and such a little tom boy. She was a rugged little girl with her hair cut really short. Camila was the lady of the younger girls wearing a very frilly and girly frock. Beth snuggled her chair close to mine and she was so beautiful it hurt. She smelled like a spring day. She was tall and lanky without any of the awkwardness that generally accompanies that description. She had a small but noticeable bust, fairly long light brown hair hanging half-way down her back, with pretty brown eyes and a lovely smile. Today she was wearing some skin tight black designer jeans with knee high boots, and her top was really what appeared to be a black silk undershirt with a gold embroidered random pattern running from her shoulder across her chest and then down to her other side. Over that she wore a vest. Her long legs and small waist got the blood flowing nicely, not to mention her perfect little bottom. Beth stood around five-foot eight, but with the heals on her boots that added a couple of inches more. Sally was intrigued until I gave her my evil-eye look. Oh, and Beth and surprisingly little Tabitha were amazing flirts.
Dinner was amazing. It always struck me as odd that it took mom nearly seven hours to make a meal that was consumed in less than an hour, but it was so worth it. As always mom was delighted and proud at what she had served.
The guys helped clear the table very quickly so we could watch the games. Dad had a wide screen with picture in picture so we actually watched at least two games at the same time. The ladies were cleaning up and getting ready to serve dessert when Adrianne and TJ arrived… with Adrianne’s younger sister Sydney and her mom. Oh, that was special.
As they walked into the house, Beth was standing as close to me as was possible and Tabitha was trying to scrunch her way between us trying to get my attention. The rest of the kids were off playing somewhere. One look at Beth caused daggers to be shot out of Adrianne’s eyes to her, and me. It all happened very quickly but her mom caught this and almost giggled out loud. Then there was Sydney. You could tell that they were sisters if you looked close enough, but they looked so different from each other.
Sydney was nine, possibly ten years old. She was a near platinum blond with the lightest eyebrows and lashes that I had ever seen. She stood maybe four-foot seven inches tall looked like she wore about a size 6 or 8 dress and probably weighed around 70 pounds. She had twinkle in her blue eyes that reminded be of Sally. She smiled showing both of her cute dimples at me rather seductively, and then I immediately dismissed the thought.
“So… where’s dessert?” Asked Sydney still looking at me and feeling Adrianne’s discomfort with Beth so close to me. That’s when Jess came into view and Sydney turned her head to look at him.
Brenda; Adrianne and Sydney’s mom looked down at her chuckled a little and said, “Sydney… don’t be so rude. That was a really tacky first impression you’re leaving with these nice folks.”
Sydney ignored the comment as she continued to watch Jess. That’s when Matthew came into the room. All of a sudden poor Sydney didn’t know who to stare at. It was pretty funny to watch. But the funny part that the boys were looking back at her too. I guess like me, they could feel that sexual tension in this little girl.
My mom broke the whole thing up and introduced everyone. While that was happening Beth; not quite sure what was going on, decided to back off as Adrianne came toward me. Sally was just watching the show and enjoying the hell out of herself. Before Adrianne could get close enough, Sally whispered in my ear, “Damn Jeff… it’s like a fucking playground on the weekend with all these pretty little girls around. How you holding up buddy?” That was followed by a large but muted snicker that came out completely by accident.
Sally was right, the sights were way too intriguing and I couldn’t just walk away from it like I normally did.
As Adrianne approached me she said, “TJ wanted me to say Hi to you. She really missed you while you were gone. She thinks you’re great.”
Fifteen minutes later mom had the table set to pick up the desserts that we wanted and then do whatever. The guys… well most of them… headed toward the TV. Kevin finally joined the party as Sydney struck up a conversation with him. From the looks of it they were engrossed in a semi-private conversation. Jess kept looking their way with his eyes fixed on Sydney. I thought, he’s probably got the bug too… what a family.
Despite my concerns of what could have happened that day, it was a relatively normal Thanksgiving day.
Brenda was truly unique and never let on to my folks about Adrianne and I, though once when we nearly alone she said to me, “Adrianne has it really bad for you. It’s okay too Jeff. Just pick the right moment. I don’t even have to ask you to be gentle… gentle is written all over you and I can see how much you care for her. I just wish that she was a little older, but my mom felt the same way about me back then.”
As I started to say something, she just smiled at me and walked away.
Kevin and most of the kids disappeared for awhile, but then I saw some of them swimming. I didn’t think anything about it until later Kevin told me what had happened. It was very clever, but there were some real goings on in that house that afternoon especially after TJ showed up, and Sydney was part of it too.
The day ended with me saying my farewells and I left all but Sally at the house as we left. Adrianne, Sydney and Brenda had left some time before.
In the car, Sally said, “Jeff I need some more stuffing.”
We were about a half block away from the house, and I thought sure… why not. We could pick up some extra Turkey and gravy as well. So I turned around and started to head back when Sally started laughing. “Not that kind of stuffing silly… I want you to stuff me when we get back to your place.
Chapter Eighteen – Santa’s letter answered
Adrianne and I got together once or twice a week between Thanksgiving and Christmas. It was lucky for me that Sally’s apartment had suffered water damage from the upstairs tenant’s bathroom above hers. A week after Thanksgiving she moved in until the repairs were made. She was there for nearly three weeks much to Adrianne’s dismay at getting me and her alone together. Sally finally was allowed to move back in on the 20th of December. I can say it was a great few weeks of living with Sally. While she wore me out, I can’t remember a better time.
I took Sally to the airport on Christmas Eve. She was going to spend Christmas day with her brother and his family. It was only a two hour flight, so she’d be there for their Christmas Eve dinner. I bid her farewell and headed home picking up a few; last minute gifts along the way. We did agree to spend New Years Eve together and have our own quite little party.
When I opened the door to the condo I knew something was going on. The interior smelled of light Pine and Vanilla, with some scented flowers to boot. The sun had completely set and I saw the flicker of lights from the bedroom. I cautiously moved to the bedroom door. I was astonished to see at least a hundred candles of every description lit all over the room. The drapes were drawn and Adrianne was lying partially naked on the bed, the rest of her was under the covers. Naked as well, I assumed.
“Santa said I had to give you your Christmas Present tonight Jeff, and I really don’t want to mess with the man you know,” she said. “When I asked him if I’d be dinged for being naughty, he said Sometimes naughty is nice too.
It was the most erotic vision I had ever seen. She lay on her back on one side of the bed atop a fresh linen cased pillow with her hair covering her breasts. The top sheet and light blanket only came to her pubic hair line revealing her perfect tummy and navel. Her long legs could be seen under the covers, one straight, the other slightly curled. One arm was curled around her head, and the other against her side with the covers clinging tightly to her hip and thigh. She had worn light makeup that made her large eyes huge and three dimensional. Her lipstick was a dark red and it matched her finger nails as well. With all of the candles, the light reflecting from her eyes was enough to make every care in the world disappear. This was heaven sent.
“Merry Christmas my love,” she said.
I guess my expression was satisfying enough for her. She gave me a loving smile and waited.
I walked towards the bed and just looked at her from head to foot astonished at the loveliness of her.
“How come I get to be such a lucky guy?” I said without even thinking. This was a no contest – it’s the right time kind of moment thing. Even if I had tried to escape, it would have been devastating for her, and I would have never forgiven myself.
“Probably because you once wished upon a star. Sometimes it just takes a little longer for those wishes to come true.”
I was all tongue tied, and felt lucky that I had changed, shaved and taken a shower before taking Sally to the airport.
“That was one hell of a star, Adrianne.” I said.
“And one hell of a wish too. You’re not going to run out on me are you?”
“Not tonight sweetie. Maybe not ever again.”
For a second she turned into a little girl again and gleefully said, “Goody!”
It was time for a slow marathon of love making.
“But we have to get you out of those uncomfortable clothes. Wait… let me help.”
As if she had practiced a seductive way of getting out of bed she curled her legs together putting them on the carpet – hesitated for a moment and then turning herself away from me she gracefully stood up without even mussing the sheet and blanket above. Her hair still covered her breasts and even her groin. She looked taller to me as she walked around the foot of the bed. She was. She was wearing 3 inch black high heels. I think my eyes nearly fell out of their sockets as her tight calves came into view. I so wanted my camera I almost darted away to look for it.
Walking toward me slowly she was making love to me with her eyes. She stopped close to me as her hands and body moved gently over mine. Her hands glided over my biceps on the way to my neck where she pulled me closer to her. I could feel her hair everywhere on my bare skin. Our lips and tongues explored each other together. My heart raced and my breathing intensified. I had my arm around the small of her back and felt her narrow waist. She was so flexible and fluid in her movements. I could feel her long tapered fingers move under my shirt at the collar bone. She was learning my body, and our passion was lighting our souls.
Have you ever been kissed with the same passion that you believe you are kissing someone else? Have you ever felt that the passion you were giving was so utterly fantastic that at some point you felt the same love being returned to you at the same time? That is how it was between us that Christmas Eve.
Breaking the kiss momentarily, I picked her up. Her eyes were sparkling at me and her lips were ruby red. She was a goddess. I sensed not one bit of fear in her, all I could sense was love and passion.
She was light in my arms and the light breeze from the open window blew several strands of her long hair. They hung wafting in the breeze just like the first day I saw her. She saw the look into my eyes and she smiled at me with her heart. I went to lay her on the bed, but she asked me to let her stand. She stepped back from me and took my shirt from the sides and started to pull it over my head. As she turned to find a place to put it, I took it out of her hands and tossed it across the room. With her head tiled down a little she moved both hands to my chest and let her fingers walk across my breasts and down my stomach. She moved in and kissed my breast bone and then moved her hands around my back to touch it everywhere as she kissed me again.
I have to admit it; I had a good looking bod. I was in great shape; muscular without going overboard and while thankfully I didn’t have a hairy back, my chest had a nice patch of blondish sandy hair that blended into a happy trail and was hidden under my shorts. Adrianne was enjoying her trek, and I was enjoying her expressions as she touched me. Until that moment, I hadn’t been aware that my shorts revealed that I was reasonably hard. Even with my briefs on under them, it was obvious I was beyond stimulated.
As she broke the kiss this time, she slowly turned around with her back to me, reached around and took my hands and at first wrapped them around her waist. She backed up to me, and her cute butt made contact with my hardness. She wiggled her butt a little and I heard a cute little giggle as she did. Putting her hands on top of mine she moved them across her taut stomach slowly and moved the up until they were on top of her small breasts. She did this very slowly and sensually. It caused my cock to pulse a couple of time that I knew she felt. My cock was nestled in the crack of her bottom. I think she liked it there. After her hands led mine to her breasts, she moved her arms back around me and touched my waist. I caressed her stomach feeling every mind numbing nuance of her skin, and moved my hands upward stopping at her breasts.
She rested her head against my shoulder and looked up at me. Her eyes were so soft and her expression so hauntingly beautiful, she looked like love. We just looked at each other for a moment as our hands explored each other.
She turned herself to face me. The picture I was looking at was this full frontal image of this extraordinarily beautiful young lady standing in front of me. She looked like dismounted - chestnut haired Lady Godiva.
I walked forward and put my arms around her waist, pulled her close and we started kissing again. With her hair against my bare chest and my arms fondling her bare back, her long neck tilted backwards so our hungry lips could taste each other again. If the kissing before was passionate, this was an experience that had not yet been defined.
Her hands were on my waist. She had this really devilish look on her face as they went right for my buns. Fair I thought, is fair, so I reciprocated as my hands felt the warm flesh of her firm bottom. Still standing I caressed her from her hips up to her narrow waist and then back down over her buns. I swear one of my hands covered almost all of her firm back side. The skin under my hands was as silky smooth as the rest of her. Running my hands up her back, I could feel the little ridges and valleys. My brain was working wonders on my excitement.
I turned her around so her bare back rested against my chest. Starting at her waist I ran my hands across her firm tummy and then slowly upward as I kissed her ears and neck. I touched her more firmly than she did to me fearing a light touch might tickle her. The sensations were extremely sensual, because the top of my hands were being caressed by her hair as my touch caressed her stomach and chest. Upward my hands moved until I once again came to the base of her small breasts. I hesitated a moment as my index fingers repeatedly traced the outline of the telltale ridge where her chest ended and breasts began.
She inhaled deeply. Her breathing and mine was quickening.
I kissed her eyes, and the tip of her nose, and finally her lips at the same moment my hands covered her small breasts. She stole the breath from my lungs as she inhaled me deeply. I lightly bit her chin. My thumb and index finger found her nipples. They were hard like water eroded stream pebbles; smooth as silk, and longer than I expected. I lightly pinched them and heard her gasp again. I could tell her aureoles were small. Her tiny breasts were firm and I felt them swell under my touch. It’s hard to explain, but the small hills that rose from her chest while not high, were on the wide side. She was going to have a nice cleavage as they grew. It was highly erotic.
With this sensual overload I was experiencing, I was also terribly uncomfortable. My single piece bikini briefs were stretched tightly against my cock. While I wanted to take my underwear off, I also didn’t want Adrianne to think that I was… well anxious to get on with this. I just really needed to free the beast. Besides which a full adult cock was not something that I believe that she had ever seen face-to-face.
At that moment with my hands still on her breasts she turned back toward me and kissed me once as I felt her hand moving across the top of my briefs. As her hand found my cock her eyes got considerably larger than they had been.
“That’s got to be very uncomfortable to you,” she said as she stroked the length of my cock. Soon after, she un snapped my shorts, dropped my zipper and carefully pulled them over the monster and let them drop to the floor.
My cock is somewhat larger than what normal would be considered, but not by much. Nearly seven inches long and around an inch and a five-eights diameter girth make it very respectable. I’ve been told by many women that I have a very pretty cock. Unlike Kevin, I was circumcised as a boy. My cock is straight as a ruler. I do have a fairly average size scrotum but my nuts are fairly large. I’ve always enjoyed power fucking because my balls can slap against the gals butt. It hurts, but it hurts so good that I really enjoy the sensation.
When my briefs dropped to the floor, without looking, Adrianne came to my cock with each hand. She circled its girth with one hand close to my pubic bone and then put her other hand in front of it. There was some cock left over and that‘s when her eyes got larger again and said, “You’re really long, Jeff.”
“How would you know?” I asked teasing her.
“Simple,” she said, “Mom showed me some very sexy porn films – not the gross stuff, but romantic, sexy and loving. That’s how.”
I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I let it go while I basked in the moment. In my head I thought, time for a little lunch anyway.
I decided to touch first and taste later, so as she started slowly stroking my cock, I moved my hands to her thighs and eased them inwards and upwards towards her pussy. My thumbs were the first to encounter her labia, and I reached them faster than I thought possible. As my thumbs touched them I continued to move upwards, but there was a lot of firm totally smooth labia under my touch, and it was very damp. I stopped for a moment and used my index finger to split her labia to find her vagina. Pushing its way through those firm folds of flesh it took some time to get to her wet spot. She got goose bumps as my finger moved up her slit. I felt the folds of flesh separate and then close back again against my finger as it journeyed to her clit. Thinking in this position it would be better for my thumb to make first contact, I switched. It wasn’t long before I could feel the engorged little nubbin. I circled it, without touching it directly. Adrianne got weak in the knees as I touched her there and I immediately moved to steady her, moving my hand away from her pussy.
“Time to lie down, sweetie, or depending on your mood, we could get dressed and I could take you home,” I said reluctantly, but sincerely. If all of this is too frightening for you, or you are in any way uncomfortable, now is the time to decide. If you do lie down, it would take all of my energy to stop if you asked me to. I would, but it would be the most difficult thing I have ever done. You are more beautiful than I ever imagined, and frankly, I still haven’t had the pleasure of looking you. I never thought that one of your most attractive features could be such a devil preventing me from seeing your breathtaking beauty.” Until this moment, I never realized how that statement could sound so manipulative, even if it was not intended to be.
Her expression changed immediately, and gone was her fear of disappointing me. But was she frightened? That’s what I wanted to know.
The next move told me that she wasn’t. She raised her hands to her face, and ran her hands down her hair to just under her breasts, Then with a little movement of her hands and her body, her hair went flying behind her back, and she stood totally exposed to me.
Guy’s are so more into pictures than words, and the image before me was perfection. The dream of my life was fulfilled. I drank her all in. She saw my expression and she smiled a smile of surprise herself. She could feel my eyes touching and caressing her, and she was in heaven as well while being very properly a little shy about the whole thing.
As I looked at her, I thought about Art Deco Statues from the nineteen thirties. Those long narrow female forms that were highly exaggerated, but very erotic to the brain. Standing in front of me was a living example. Both Deco and Art Nouveau forms have always fascinated me.
“So, I guess it’s bed time,” I said looking at her with loving eyes.
She held up her finger indicating that I should wait a minute and then I saw her looking me over. Wow… I don’t think this had ever happened to me quite like this. I mean we were standing about six feet away from each other as I watched her ogle me. It made me self conscious, but I suppose it was her turn. After a few scans up and down, she said, “Is this how a new relationship always starts?”
I walked over to her curled my arm around her and simply said, “They’re all different, sweetie, you just never know. Everyone is different in how they approach this stage of a relationship, and today is all new for me too. Just remember, there’s no right or wrong way to be… it just is, and as long as both people agree, it’s totally cool.” That said, “I pulled her to me and felt all of her against my body. It was really magical, and such a sweet moment that it will never be forgotten.
Still standing we started kissing deeply in earnest. I loved running my hands down her bare back with her hair caressing the back of my hands. When I got to the small of her back her bottom started flaring out and the contours of her body were very stimulating. As we stood, my cock nestled against her labia and pushed its way between her legs. As we kissed, she slowly rocked her pelvis back and forth sending shivers up my spine. I could feel her wetness on my cock, her small breasts nuzzling my chest. I was lost in erotica that would be best left to a poet to describe.
She put her hands on my shoulders and pushed away to look at me. “It’s time to lie down, but I need to go to the bathroom first. I’ll be back in a flash she said, then she turned and headed that way. Her hair swayed as she walked uncovering half of her back and bottom. What a beautiful sight that was. Simply, it was the cutest bottom I’d ever seen… and those long sculptured legs were amazing. My fantasies were having trouble keeping up this reality.
I pulled down the bed clothes and grabbed a box of tissue. I needed it for my own leakage. Pulling back the top sheet, I laid down leaving enough room for her to join me. She was back in a flash, and the new image rocked my world. She had put her hair into two thick pig tails set on her head. Still the length of her hair was easily to just above her butt. As I looked at this new image, my cock started flexing. She saw it and said, “I guess you approve,” she said looking at my cock betraying me. I had to do this because if I hadn’t I would end up in some position with my hair feeling like it was being tugged out of my head. I didn’t want that to happen, especially today.”
I couldn’t help myself and just blurted out, “Maybe sometime, you could do just pony-tails with pretty yellow ribbons where they are tied off.”
That made her laugh and then she surprised me by teasing me or being serious – I wasn’t sure which, “I think I’m going to have to keep you away from playgrounds.”
Dismissing the comment for sanities sake, I said, “You know for what I assume is your first time being intimate with someone, you seem to be very relaxed about all this. I’m surprised.”
After kicking off her heals she sprang towards the bed and in a flash she had half covered me with her body and she was leaning on her elbows while looking right into my eyes. “Well, you know it’s much easier to tell that a boy is turned on by a girl, than a guy to know whether a girl is turned on by him.”
As she was talking she reached for my cock and gripped it. “Guy’s only really get to know when a girl takes off her clothes and he touches her wet spot. Guy’s have this great tell -their cocks get hard and wiggle when they like something. Girls are mostly insecure about their bodies until – and I didn’t really know this until today – a guys cock shows us. Sure sometimes we catch it in a guys look or better yet with a guy that has expressive eyes like yours. Besides all of that, I’ve always felt relaxed and comfortable with you since that first night at your folk’s house. I even fanaticized about you after we met at Starbucks. I knew then that you thought I was really pretty. I was surprised, but frankly, you made the first pass at me. You’re eyes told me. They’re a dead give-a-way, Jeff.”
I thought I’d tease her. “But at Starbucks I could have been looking at TJ – right?”
“Nope. You were looking at me, talking to me, asking me the questions. TJ got two passes from your eyes, but they were damn quick, and I guess that was only being polite when she said something.”
“Still, TJ is very cute,” I said smacking my lips and getting a tad trashy.
“You’re right, she is cute – beautiful in fact, and you really like her, but she doesn’t light your fire like I do. I bet you’re very selective. Chet’s good looking but he doesn’t turn me on at all, but you certainly do.”
She was twiddling with my chest hair and making goo-goo eyes at me, and just letting me get an idea how perceptive she was. It was a good job too. Adrianne was a sane but taller Sally.
I flipped Adrianne over on her back and said, “It’s Time for me to show you how I feel about you. Time to be quiet and enjoy. Tell me what you like and what you don’t. If you ask me to stop, I will. Oh…the place is really soundproof so don’t worry about that either. Now close your eyes for me.”
She did, and as I started to lightly touch her neck and shoulders, I just gazed at her beauty. What a special moment this was for me, and I hoped by the end of the love making it would be for her too.
I moved toward her lips and grazed them lightly with mine. Her arms pulled me toward her and her mouth opened slightly with her tongue following the lines of my lips. While I could have kissed her all day long and enjoyed it, I cut the kisses short and kissed her cheek working my way to her ears. They were so cute and small and laying nearly perfectly flat against her head. Using just the tip of my tongue I traced the outline of her ear from the top to the lobe using my lips as well. She got goose bumps as I placed the tip of my tongue against her Auricle and then blew very gently.
Leaving her ear, my mouth moved down her neck kissing its long length and moved across her collar bone. My hands were busy as well. But I was mainly enjoying the tactile senses of her abdomen and lower ribs. Before moving on, I stopped again to kiss her sensually a couple of times. Her breathing was getting deeper. Her hands were moving over my shoulders and back and they sort of gently guided my mouth to where she wanted it.
Before going to taste those lovely breasts and nipples of hers I decided to work on her arms, so I lifted them over her head, took one hand and started kissing her hands and fingers. Her fingers were very long and straight. I kissed and sucked on them then turned her palm up and started to kiss up the underside of her arm. She started giggling from it tickling, but not to intensely. I worked my way upward to the inside of her bicep. She involuntarily flinched several times as I made progress to her arm pit. She sighed a huge sigh as I blew warm air over her arm pit, and I could see goose bumps forming all over the left side of her body. She shuddered as I kissed then licked her arm pit. I lightly bit the lower part of her deltoid muscle as I moved down her side kissing and lightly sucking all the way.
I was going to start stimulating her breasts when without any deliberate thought, I turned her over on her stomach. She was as surprised as I was, but what a beautiful sight it was. Her pig tails hung from both sides leaving the back of her neck wide open. She was starting to sweat a little and the candle light in the bedroom glistened off of her lightly moist skin. I traced her muscles with my fingers on both sides of her back as I started kissing and moving downward on her spine. I spent some time moving slowly before I got to her bottom – the most delicious perfect bottom that I had ever seen. So firm and so supple it made my cock flex as I touched both cheeks. I kissed her all over her bottom cheeks then spread her legs open as I dove my tongue into the top of her crack pulling her cheeks apart. I licked my way down to her perfect pick rosebud but stopped short. It killed me to do so, but I wanted her very excited before I did anything that she might expect. I worked my way down her long luscious firm legs and almost got a kick in the face when I kissed and licked her behind her knees. She was breathing even harder and I bent her leg up as I rubbed her feet, then I sucked on each toe of both feet before working my way inside her legs kissing my way to her thighs stopping short of getting to her labia.
“You’re killing me, Jeff,” she said softly with her face muffled against the pillow.
I rolled her over on her back. Her eyes were open and she was tearing and panting as she pulled me in for a kiss. My last act of kissing her was to lightly bite her chin as my index fingers traced the base of her breasts from each side to her breast bone. Scooting lower I followed the trail of my fingers with my tongue and lips. Her breasts were so firm and her aureole had nearly shrunk completely into her rock hard little nipples. I teased the underside of her breasts before stopping dead center and using my tongue I licked straight up over the base of her breast across her nipple and then up to the top.
She shrieked and arched her back and quickly as I did the same to the other breast; this time returning my lips to her nipple. She tossed her head around the pillow and made low moaning sounds as I tweaked her nipple with my tongue and lightly bit it. Her hips were moving involuntarily as I worked on her breasts with my hands and mouth. I was getting lost in her and forgetting this was her first time, I did my usual thing and lightly bit her nipple.
Very softly I heard her say, “Do that more… just a little harder please.”
That brought me back to reality, but I did oblige her request. As I bit harder she put her hands on my head and pushed my face into her breasts. I figured since she liked that, I moved my index finger and thumb over her nipple and twisted it. As she arched her back once again I popped my fingers off her nipple pulling it high off her chest.
Another word from her meant I should continue, “Yes… Ooooooohhhh.”
I spent some more time at her chest and then I really needed to get to that meaty pussy of hers. How I wanted to taste her. With my hands still on her breasts I moved lower. I was going to bypass her pussy and do the tops of her legs – but I was getting so hot that I could have cum any time I wanted too, and by the sounds and appearance of Adrianne; she was very close too.
I raised my head over her pussy and looked at it in detail really for the first time. I almost blew my wad right then. Like Sally, Adrianne had just a small Vee of hair right above her cleft. The fine hair strands were reflecting gold shimmers from her dampness on a rich chestnut brown base. Her pubic mound was proud like a small hill, but her labia… well now… this was the mother load of exquisiteness. Without even so much as a wisp of down to cover them - they were perfectly proportioned, meaty and thick. Her clit hood and labia were swollen and the little hard glistening pearl of her clit was exposed at the end of her hood. It was reflecting candlelight light like a beacon saying… Here I am… play with me. I put my hand over her mound and moved very slowly down feeling the heft, hotness and weight of her pussy. My cock was twitching like mad. After memorizing every nook and cranny, I split her labia with my thumbs. Looking inside, I got a shiver. Her inner labia were almost non-existent. Just two tiny thin skin flaps coming of the side of her clit hood meeting at her vagina. The shiver came from seeing her vagina. I had never seen this before, but instead of the normal thin skinned entry point, her vagina opening was surrounded by what looked like a rubber o-ring… a thick o-ring of skin that was the same color as the rest of her pussy.
It was oozing girl juice too. The scent wafted up like a spring meadow of honeysuckle, sweet musk, and… Peaches! Her girl juice was lightly viscous like pre cum from my cock, and crystal clear … but the aroma was amazingly stimulating. Without any direction from my brain, my head went down as my tongue curled out of my mouth and using it like a soon it captured the precious liquid as it licked up over the top ring of her rosy pink across her vagina and closed with my lips over her clit hood. I didn’t do this fast but the reaction from Adrianne sure was. As I thought I heard her say something like It’s about time… she flexed her hips and pushed into my mouth as my tongue made its journey. Her butt was off the bed by a few inches as my lips landed on her warm, wet hard clit.
But that’s not what I wanted to do, I told my brain. Now come on… let’s get into a partnership here. We want to munch on her labia first… then get serious with her innards. My brain and I started negotiating as it were, but as my brain let me know that my chin was getting a large dose of loose g-juice we came to a fast accord.
I moved off her clit and hovered her vagina sucking out as much of that lovely nectar as I possibly could. I guess that Adrianne really liked my tongue digging deep into that honey pot of hers and had she not had some nice firm, meaty, silky, hairless labia there her thrust toward me could have potentially broken my nose. As it turned out, her labia wrapped around my nose with its tip right on her clit. Then she started massaging her clit against the tip of my nose by wiggling her hips. Okay… I couldn’t breathe, but this was amazing. I just grabbed some air from my mouth and decided to turn my head just a little as my mouth ran up one side of her labia sucking it into my mouth. Her labia were soaking with g-juice and they tasted amazing. It was so amazing that I was leaking pre cum like I just shot a wad. Literally, I had my mouth nearly half full sucking that beautiful piece of her flesh into my mouth. Most labia that I’ve had the honor to have in my mouth were not as meaty, and the skin was… well on the thin side. Not this one. The skin was thick and the meat was nicely firm. I had to bite it. For my trouble I got a long large sigh from Adrianne. After repeating my move to her other labia, I just sucked her whole pussy in my mouth feeling its magnificent texture and ingesting more g-juice than I thought possible. Inside my mouth I opened her labia and forced my tongue to just tickle lightly the top of her clit – flicking it as I continued to suck on her labia.
Adrianne was going into spasms and just as I thought she was approaching orgasm, I lightened up. She was making the cutest little love sounds I’d ever heard. Chirps, squeaks, low moans and such were coming from her mouth. After I stopped for the third time (that I knew of) before she peaked, she put her hands on my head and pushed my face into her crotch. It took strength to push back away as I took my hands and opened her flower for the main event. The little clit was visibly pulsing as I looked at it. So I used my tongue from her cleft and lowered it down gently on her clit hood going to, but not touching her nib with my tongue.
“Oh… for gods… sake… plea… se… don’t stop… again…” Adrianne said as she gulped air.
I was pissed because I hadn’t done her rosy pink yet, but I still had fingers so I used two fingers – one to play with her rose bud, and the other her vagina. Wetting them was easy because Adrianne was pouring out g-juice like a hundred year storm. She started climbing again to climax. I could see her stomach muscles in near convulsions. I entered her bottom and vagina with my fingers as my tongue repeatedly flicked her clit. Again her butt went off the bed but my fingers continued to push into her. The tightness of both holes seemed balanced. Wow, my brain thought.
At this point, I’m not really sure what happened next simply because I got lost in her. All that I know is that a few minutes later she exploded in orgasm. For some reason her thighs locked around my head as she came. I kept driving my fingers in and out of her while sucking and biting on her clit. As she quieted down some I started to ease up on her thinking her very sensitive at this point when she yelled at me, “DON’T STOP…. mumble, mumble, mumble.
Her thighs finally released my head and then to my surprise her legs flared out to each side like she was in the splits but upside down. Her breathing was getting faster again and she was still mumbling when I heard. “Scrape your… teeth up…. and down my clit … hood.”
Hummm… never did that before but with her as wide open as she was I turned my head a little and started doing as requested. It felt strange, but very cool and her reaction was amazing. The harder I bit, the louder she got. As I bit along each side I let my lips brush against her clit. In no time at all she stopped breathing for a few seconds and then went totally bonkers on the bed moving every part of her body my mouth was not attached too. I held on to those small narrow tight buns of hers as I changed my position and lapped up as much of her delicious g-juice as I could while biting gently her clit. She was making sounds that I’ve never heard before and as I looked up I could see the wet sheen of her sweat glistening from her whole body. Her contorted face was the definition of rapture. Sally got off amazingly well, but Adrianne had her beat by a long shot. That was scary.
As she started to come down after breathing in huge gulps of air she said, “Put it in me now… please.”
As I started to get up from the bed, she looked at me quizzically for a second then trapped me with her legs and said, “You don’t need one.” Then she gulped some more air. Not a chance that I wanted to take – even in my weakened condition. I started to move again and as her face turned to me her eyes bore holes through me like a LASER.
“Really… I just finished my period three days ago…. Put it in me now.”
I almost said no, but I believed her and I wasn’t going to ask if she were regular and all that shit… at least not now. I knew I was being bone head stupid, but… oh fuck… time to roll the dice.
As she saw my tacit agreement in her eyes she went back to wherever she had been and started having little seizures showing me that she wasn’t quite finished. This was like a real surprise to me. Mind blowing, but I had a wildcat here in my bed.
I moved between her legs and put her legs over mine as I positioned myself. She looked at me now lovingly and she reached out for me. I held her hands as she pulled me on top of her for several amazing kisses as I lubricated my cock by running it up and down her crack.
Breathing a mile a minute we broke from the kiss and she whispered, “Hurry Jeff… hurry please.”
I looked into her loving eyes and said, “I never thought a thirteen year-old would teach me some things I never thought possible.”
She smiled a huge smile at me as the gold flecks in her eyes exploded like a firework on the fourth of July she said, “Sorry, Jeff… I’m really only twelve… I lied.”
My brain decided not to hear that, and at this point in the game what was the difference between twelve and thirteen. Adrianne was Adrianne.
At that moment my cock was positioned against her o-ring all wet and slippery. She curled her legs around my back as my mind went totally nuts and I started slipping inside her. She threw her head backwards in an arch revealing all of the muscles in her neck and collar bone.
I was pushing in hard as her o-ring expanded to accommodate the head of my cock. Snug is not the right word here, and neither is tight. Her vagina was dense… just like her labia. Oh yes, inside it was very snug, but it was the denseness of her that put a different kind of pressure on my cock as I entered her. I moved slowly because I wanted to, and I almost had to. Finally the head of my cock popped into her and she shuddered. I was sitting on my knees watching with fascination as that happened.
“Please don’t tease me,” she said with tears flowing down her jaw bone and dripping into her ears.
“I’m really not honey, I just don’t want to hurt you, and it’s a bit compact inside of you.”
“My hymen is long gone… come here and hug and kiss me, Jeff.”
Her open arms invited me into them. As she enfolded her arms around my shoulders, her legs wrapped around my back. Just as we started to kiss, she thrust her hips forward as she pulled her legs toward her pushing my cock into her. I could feel my urethra open against the pressure of her tightness. I glided into her and surprisingly, I didn’t bottom out. I could not have been harder than I was. The hotness of her vagina and the little pillows of firm flesh that caressed my cock on its journey inward was an incredible moment – one of sensation on top of stimulation. Her pussy wanted all of me, and my unsheathed cock was grateful for the warm welcome it received.
Adrianne inhaled deeply as my pubic bone met hers. I stopped and we kissed as I eased in and out of her with small strokes.
“I feel so wonderfully full of you, Jeff. It’s so amazing… now do your man thing. Do me just like you have done Sally… I know I’ll really like that.”
Sudden images of Sally and I flooded my brain. But this pussy was nothing like the Sally pussy. They were both works of art, just different.
As we kissed again even more passionately then before, I started moving…slowly at first, but she worked with me and I could tell that she was trying to increase the pace. So I did. Her long legs alternately helped our lovemaking and caressed my back butt and legs as I started moving faster. Her g-juice was flowing warm over my cock and the little pillows of flesh inside her were rippling over my very sensitive cock. I knew I couldn’t last too long – the joy of this love making was huge in scope and the brain can only stand so much.
As we silently agreed on the pace, Adrianne moved her hips so that she had maximum clit to cock contact. Feeling her pulsing vagina I knew that she was close too.
How it happened, I really can’t say, but one minute I was on top moving my piston in and out of her, and the next minute we had switched places. Now Adrianne was on top, supporting her torso by her hands placed next to my chest on the bed. Her eyes were shut and her little titties were now in a position that I could see them. Her nipples were overly hard as her aureoles had completely disappeared into them. I could feel my nuts tightening against my body. Small tremors could be felt from Adrianne and this little girl was keeping time with her thrusts as good as any guy. I was no longer fucking her, she was fucking my me… just like Sally had many times. I watched her face contort and her head started swinging from side to side. This caused another twist. Her pig tails were now bouncing off my face and chest. The sight was way too much. Adrianne was breathing hard and now she was pulsing and flexing on my cock with her vagina.
A low rumble started in my stomach and spread quickly outward enveloping my chest arms and legs. Adrianne was shaking and just then her vagina flooded with g-juice and she went wild above me setting me off instantly. I held her narrow waist as she arched backwards shaking with orgasm. She didn’t stop, and I believe that when I started shooting into her, she had yet another orgasm. She bent forward and fell on me. We kissed hungrily as our bodies were raked with sensation after sensation. Finally she slowed her pace and after a few short thrusts she settled on my now expended cock and put her head against my chest. We were both breathing too hard to kiss each other. We just held each other. Soon, she was sobbing and shaking throughout her whole body as she gave my chest little kisses. We were soaking wet, and I was exhausted more than I could ever remember; exhausted and sublimely happy. I know it sounds corny but that’s how I felt.
We just held each other for maybe five minutes as the glow warmed us both. As our breathing slowed, she smiled at me and gave me the sweetest slow light kiss I’ve ever experienced.
I wiped the tears from her face. I didn’t ask if she was alright because many women cry when they orgasm. I’d find out later because for some reason it always bothered me some that this happened.
Ten minutes later with her head lying against my neck, she kissed it lightly and said, “I think we need a shower… I feel all sticky.”
“We are sticky and rightly so. How are you doing?”
If she could have, she would have completely joined her whole body with mine at that moment. She snuggled so tightly against me I could almost feel the molecules of our skin merge together. She tightened up her shoulders and hugged me closer still. “I’m doing amazing, and it’s all your fault. I’ve never felt better, never felt that loved before, and I’m so glad that I picked you. Oh, and I never ever had six nearly back-to-back super cums like I did today. That last one held on for a long time and was way intense. I really, really, really love your… penis… its so way better than a dildo. Later on, can I play with it… I want to see it squirt.”
She was a little girl again, and how could I not laugh at that kind of honesty. I did. I actually started to giggle. She pulled her head off my shoulder and propped herself up on her arms and looked at me with a half smile. Then looking a tad concerned she said, “And just where is that giggle coming from?”
“Deep down, Adrianne… deep down. It’s not every day that someone is that honest. And it was just so damn cute. It made me feel really special – thanks kiddo.”
Just then, my cock plopped out of her vagina finally giving up the ghost. With this silly little smile on her face she reached down and soon her fingers brought up a big glob of my cum. Her face got downright devilish as she opened her mouth and licked them clean.
“Not bad. I thought it might taste really yucky. This stuff has potential.” As soon as she started talking she blushed crimson. Then she laughed and put her head back against my shoulder as we cuddled.
“Potential to get you pregnant,” I said. “Let’s go clean up. You need to douche really well. Oh and what’s with being only twelve… why did you lie to me anyway?”
As we got off the bed and headed to the bathroom she laughed and said, “I’m really thirteen… I just wanted to see what you’d do if you thought I was twelve. I even thought it might turn you on even more than you were, and I think you were really turned on… right?”
Of course she was right. Nonetheless, I smacked her rather hard on her gorgeous butt. It shimmied as I smacked her.
“Ouch… sheesh, what was that for?” She immediately covered her bottom with her hands.
“Don’t lie to people. Hell it’s bad enough that we did what we just did. That could get me serious jail time. Frankly, I don’t care if you’re twelve or thirty – I really don’t see age... never did. I see the character and richness of you. Oh... and a great bod with the most amazing everything I’ve ever seen. Besides, your butt is a great target.”
She turned around to look at me again with that devilish look of hers that just became apparent today and said, “Maybe someday, if I’ve been really bad, you may just have to spank me.”
Then she giggled and ran away from me. Thoughts of Sally again rose their ugly head.
“Use the bidet, Adrianne.” I was surprised when she walked right to it. I got an attachment from the closet and handed it to her. “Know how to use this?”
“Yep… we have a bidet at my house in my mom’s bathroom.”
The shower was more fun, but we stayed in there a little too long and started turning into prunes. After we finished, we just put on really deep piled terrycloth robes and Adrianne headed for the kitchen.
“Nice machine… I’ll make you a mocha if you’d like. I need a double espresso.”
“Sounds right… need any help?” I asked.
“Found it all… great coffee, Jeff.”
Not long after she brought me probably the best mocha I ever had. It put Starbucks to shame. She was walking a little funny as she handed me the mocha.
“Sore?” I asked.
“A little tender maybe, but its better than it was when the water hit me in the shower.”
She snuggled next to me on the love seat as she sipped her blacker than black espresso.
After a few sips I said, “You seem to be so at ease about all of this. I would have assumed that you’d be all shy and even maybe even a bit conflicted about what just happened to you.”
“You mean us… don’t you. This wasn’t some solo performance.” She turned her head towards me and continued with this soft look of love about her. “You made this day very special, Jeff. Best of all there is so much more left to discover. God, I love the way you look at me. It’s a combination of lust and love and concern for me that made it so good. I never thought that I could ever turn a guy like you on, but I know I did… a lot.”
“But your so amazingly beautiful, Adrianne – how could you not turn me on.”
“Most guys brains aren’t wired like yours is. When most guy’s your age or even younger look at me they see a kid… you didn’t. When you put your arms around me at your folk’s house, I could feel your intensity. It startled me at first just because I’d never felt that kind of energy before. Then when we got together to go swimming, your face gave it all away. When I walked into the family room, your eyes caressed me like I was some 38 double-D super model. I finally figured it all out the day when I met Sally. Your oogling me is what really turned me on. You wanted me, and I wanted someone with a lot of experience who really cared. Besides, you’re one sweet handsome hunk.”
As she spoke I hadn’t noticed that she had put her free hand over the terry cloth on my thigh. As she finished speaking her hand slid underneath the terry cloth and she found my cock at half mast.
“He wants to play some more… so do I.” She sat her nearly empty cup on the table and got between my legs on the floor and opened the robe.
As she put both hands around my cock she looked up at me with her soft eyes and said, “It’s so pretty, Jeff.”
At first she was just looking at it and examining it like you would look at some tool in a store. She lifted it up looking underneath she moved my balls around, picking them up at one point. Then as I got harder she gently batted it from side to side and laughed a little. Finally after she was finished she just looked at my hard rod and stroked it up and down lightly. A pearl of pre-cum escaped from my urethra. When she saw it she looked up at me and then using her tongue just licked it off tasting it. She looked a little startled then she licked the head of my cock again. After thinking for a moment she put her lips around the head and sucked it into her mouth. While I was enjoying watching her discover my cock, I finally realized that this felt incredibly good.
Removing her mouth from my cock she said, “I’m amazed how something so very hard can feel so soft in my mouth. The top part feels like velvet… but it’s different from Kevin’s. I guess yours was circumcised and his wasn’t – right?”
“You’re right… that’s the difference.”
“I like yours better. Besides yours fits me perfectly… his is still kind of small by comparison. I mean his is really cute… oh… am I doing this right?”
“Just do what comes naturally, or don’t do it at all. You don’t have to do this you know.”
“Jeff, I want to do this… I’m only afraid that I might like it too much. But I don’t want to hurt you either.”
“If you do, I promise to let you know. But remember, this thing squirts, and today I’m squirting a lot. God that feels so good,” I said as she plunged her mouth half way down my cock. “When I cum… if you do it long enough, you don’t have to swallow it. You can just aim it up towards my stomach, and it can land there.”
If natural talent is real; Adrianne had it in abundance. In no time she was nearly taking my full length and doing all of the right things. This wasn’t going to take too long, but I decided to shorten the process and I reached over and took Adrianne’s robe from her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. I wanted to see her.
“I’m getting close honey… smack my balls some. I like that.”
She tapped them a few times and I said, “Smack them, no love taps are allowed.”
She got it right just after that. I grabbed her pig tails and pulled on her head from time to time. She never gagged and I know I went into her throat a couple of times. Just as my balls contracted and I could feel the impending orgasm she slowed her mouth and stalled the orgasm. After she did that for the second time, I got that while she wanted to suck my cock – this was payback for what I did to her in the bedroom. As the third rise of semen could be felt creeping upward inside me, she gripped my cock and squeezed it firmly as she concentrated on the head of my cock and the glans. She had slowed slapping my balls, but genius that she was – or from some innate gift from the gods, she really hauled off and smacked them hard three times in a row. Christ did I blow. My body was wracked with orgasm and it was as intense as was its duration. As I shot, she gulped it down relaxing her grip on my cock. The last three ribbons of cum she took deep into her mouth. I think I yelled something fierce when I came. As I came down, I opened my eyes to look at her. That devilish grin was back, but this time my cock was still in her mouth. She stroked me a few times then looked at the tip of my cock and stroked my shaft upwards. She licked off the rest, smacked her lips and said, “Yummy… now that was yummy.”
With a look of I think I really did that very well for my first time, but needing confirmation she said, “Did I do it okay?”
When I stopped panting, I pulled her up to lay on my chest – kissed her on the nose and said, “That rates as one of the top five best blow jobs of all time. And it is really hard to believe that you have never done this before… really hard.”
She beamed with satisfaction. I learned long ago that when asked it was always best to say something like that even if it was a blatant lie, which in this case it truly wasn’t. I mean after all, there is no such thing as a bad blow job, or a bad fuck. It’s just that some are much better than others. Yea… tell a woman that she fucked up her first blow job. It will stigmatize her for the rest of her life.
“You really mean that,” she said excitedly.
“Damn straight I do. But be truthful with me… this can’t be your first time doing it… who was he?”
“Really Jeff, I’ve never done this before. Okay, I’ve practiced a little on a dildo or two, but I found some of the nastier kind of movies hidden in moms bedroom. One of them was called Deep Throat. TJ and I watched that video over and over. That girl… Linda I think was her name… seemed to really love to suck cock. Do you really think she had a clit in her throat? I always wondered if that was possible.” And she was being dead serious.
“Nope… not at all. Can’t happen, but when that movie came out – and by the way, that movie was played in actual theaters back then – it started a whole new interest by women getting into giving blow jobs. It was singularly one of the best things that ever happened for us guys.
“Someday I want to learn to deep throat your cock. You game?” I didn’t know if I would like doing it, but it was really exciting. I’m all wet again.”
“Well we can’t have that. Name it and you’ve got it.”
“Can I ask if Sally deep throats?”
“Oh yea… Sally is the other four in the top five.”
The look on her face was one of awe and excitement when she said, “You mean I gave you a blow job as good as Sally has?”
“Let me put it this way. It took her about two to three years to get into the top five list. How’s that.” Again I was telling her the absolute truth.
“Wow… by the way, how many girls have you been with sexually anyway?”
“Oh honey, I really don’t know… I don’t count.”
“Well approximately then?”
“Look, it really doesn’t matter, but there have been more then a few. But for the ones that I remember the number is fairly low, and I’ll never ever forget today.” As I was talking to her I reached between our stomach’s and found her hard little clit and started stroking up and down her crack.”
“That feels so good, would you lick me there again?”
Without saying a word I lifted her up and took her back to the bedroom carrying her robe. I put hers and mine on top of the messy sheet and laid her on top of the soft terry cloth lying on her stomach. I wanted to suck on her ass and play with it. She started to roll over, so I smacked her bottom again and caught her rosy pink and slit in the process. She dropped on the bed and said, “You’re going to teach me a lot, Jeff. Why did that feel so good?”
I didn’t answer, I just dove on the bed, split and squeezed firmly on her ass cheeks and buried my mouth into her crack. I got aggressive, and in ten minutes I had her screaming at the top of her lungs with orgasm.
Adrianne and I played for the rest of the evening well into the morning. At two in the morning on Christmas Day, I realized that she really needed to get home. The time flew by so damn fast it was unbelievable.
“Your mom is going to be frantic. I should have looked at the time earlier. Time to get dressed and get you home.”
She walked up to me still wearing those two long pony tails all naked and funky, smiled at me and said, “Mom knows it could be late morning before I come home. She knows what I’m up to, and I assume that Sydney knows as well. So, don’t worry. Mom told me that if it weren’t that Christmas day is… well today… the best idea would have been for me to just spend the night here. I really wanted to wake up with you. But you’re right, maybe we should head that way.”
She wiggled her hips and slowly walked towards me giving me one of her evil looks, then put her arms around my neck and pulled me toward her for a kiss. She was an amazingly sensual kisser. Her body pressed against mine, my semi hard cock just nestled into her still wet slit, as we feasted on each others lips.
When we parted, and she changed her look - she went all shy, curled her lower lip and looked down, then said, “To bad we didn’t have time to do one more thing, ” as she used he index finger to play with the hair on my chest.
I looked her in the eye and said sarcastically, “My heavens sweetie what did we forget?”
With her head still looking downward, her eyes rolled up to look at me and she said, “I wanted to feel you in my bottom. I like things in my bottom. It makes me feel very naughty and it’s nasty. Sometimes I like that.”
As she said that she was grinding my cock into her slit and I was getting rapidly very hard again. These kinds of things never happened when I was her age… or maybe they were happening and I just didn’t know it.
I pulled away disappointing my dumb cock. “We have to save some things for later you know. There is still a lot to discover you know and we have lots of time.”
Going all little girl again she said, “Well okay… but I really don’t want to go you know.”
“Come on sweetie. Despite what you may think of your mom’s liberal ways, I’m sure that she is very concerned. Time to go home. Okay?”
Fifteen minutes later we headed out the door.
Chapter Twenty – Christmas Day and Happy New Year
Christmas day was more laid back than Thanksgiving. Mom insisted on two meals for the day and brunch was only for the immediate family. It was top notch, and full on luscious. We generally ate around ten in the morning after gifts had been opened and the excitement was leveling off. Supper, as mom called it started promptly at four in the afternoon, and few folks – even family were ever invited. To her it was a family day.
When I walked in the door around seven-thirty, Kevin was the first to see me. He gave me a really knowing smile as he lightly punched me on the arm. He didn’t have to say anything, but I did.
“TJ?”
“Yep,” he replied, “About an hour ago. Oh, mom said it was okay to have TJ over for supper too. Is Sally coming?”
“Sorry… she’s at her brother’s house, and won’t be back until late tomorrow.”
The rules for Christmas were specific for everyone. Only one gift was allowed after the kids reached thirteen. Anything costing over $150 was prohibited, and we were encouraged not to spend more than $75. But there was a kink in the rules as well. If the folks gave you a gift on Christmas Eve, or the day after Christmas there were no rules, but the kids were not allowed that same privilidge.
At three o’clock, TJ arrived with an unexpected guest… Adrianne. I almost lost it when I saw her. She was dressed as a Christmas elf with knee high black boots, fine black fishnet stockings, a very short Santa Clause Red white furred full mini-skirt, with a matching long sleeve jacket that was open to her solar plexus and fully trimmed as well, and topped off by a Santa Hat with a fur ball on the top and some bells as well. Last night with her in the heals I was overwhelmed, today with the boots and that short skirt her legs looked ten miles long, it was even sexier. I almost drooled, and mom and dad caught me gazing at her. Kevin told me later that dad had a little grin on his face as well.
TJ wore an identical outfit only it was in Christmas Green. As I was oogling Adrianne, Kevin’s eyes were all over TJ.
“Wow… that’s probably the best Christmas present I ever got,” he said to TJ. But the little fuck went right over to her and laid one hell of a kiss on her in front of everyone and without any apology whatsoever.
Getting my eyes back in their sockets, I said, “You both look fresh from the North Pole, and ever so pretty.”
My mom just ignored me and Kevin saying, ”Oh Jeff they are absolutely beautiful,” then grabbed her camera and started snapping pictures.
Kevin said, “Hey mom… hold up,” as he pulled TJ a little away, put his arm around her waist and let her shoot a couple more.”
TJ said, “Come on Jeff… you too. Let your mom get some shots of the four of us.”
I hesitated, but mom looked at me and said, “Go ahead Jeff. Then you can snap a couple with me and dad.”
Okay… it was a family thing. The most telling photo was one of dad standing behind Adrianne. He looked so much the lecher it was amazing.
So I was forced to sit next to Adrianne at the table for dinner. It was so hard to keep my hands off of her I can hardly remember eating.
After dinner, Kevin suggested that we go into the family room and use his new Wii to play some games that required four players. Mom agreed and said she’d call us when dessert was ready.
We were no more in the family room and out of sight of the folks when Adrianne just grabbed me and laid one huge kiss on me. I was grateful that Kevin was watching out for us as this lasted at least five minutes. When we broke the kiss, TJ said, “Ahhhh that was so pretty… you two look so good together.”
Immediately she grabbed Kevin and did a repeat performance to him. So much for younger folks feeling shy about these sorts of things.
Adrianne said, “Jeff look… as she opened her jacket.”
At first I was nervous because I had no idea what she was going to do until I saw her necklace. I had gotten her The Evenstar – the same pendant that Arwen wore in the Lord Of The Rings movies. I gave it to her mom to put under the tree. Brenda told me she really loved the design one time when we were having coffee.
I looked at it and then her face. She was tearing a little as she said, “It’s such a perfect gift, Jeff – thank you so much. I only wish that you were there when I opened it.” She walked to me up close and kissed me again. It was at this moment that I realized that this relationship was going to be very hard on me.
When we finished kissing she said, “Did you look under your tree at the Condo?”
I hadn’t actually, but later I found that she had gotten me the Cryptex that was in the Da Vinci code movie, along with the wooden case. It was so well crafted and precise that I was amazed. Even though it cost way too much, I didn’t say a word. It seemed we were both very happy this Christmas.
Sally returned from her visit and she told me that she had made arrangements for New Years dinner for us. She picked my favorite restaurant and then said we’d complete the night of celebration at my condo. Well I knew what that meant. Adrianne had to go to a party with her mom and Sydney. I was a sad when I found that out.
Sally went out of her way to dress for the occasion. She looked beautiful when I picked her up at her apartment. She even wore heals, and went to get her hair done earlier that day. During dinner we just talked and had a great relaxing evening together. She was in a fun but quiet mood for once.
When we got back to the condo she said, “Okay… pour us a couple of drinks and let me freshen up. I’ll be back in a jiffy.”
She had that evil look in her eye again, but I played along. I decided to make a blender full of Harvey Wallbangers… with ice crème. Done right they tasted like Dreamsicles. They’d get to you very fast, but one or two would be just right.
I poured them into two tall glasses just as Sally said, “Hey bring them into the bedroom.”
I walked into the bedroom and nearly dropped the drinks. On the bed were Sally and Adrianne, both dressed in very sheer black teddies, both with their hair done up in two pigtails smiling as broadly as they could.
Before I had a chance to speak, Adrianne said. “Sally and I figured that you had enough strength for both of us. And I’m here until late tomorrow if you aren’t dead by then.”
When she finished, both girls took each other in their arms and started kissing each other very deeply. Here I stood in a suit holding two drinks watching this fantasy unfold before me. I sat the drinks on the dresser, tossed off my clothes into a pile on a chair close by and said, “Hey there… make some room,” as Adrianne’s hand was now fondling Sally’s breast.
Now that was one hell of a way to start a new year, and it only got worse in the year to follow. But that’s another story.
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