Author: wolfcub Title: Teacher's Pet Girl Keywords: Mg bg 1st slow Spring break is a prelude to summer, and though I didn't know it at the time, my summer was going to be interesting. It was late Monday morning when I went outside to turn off the sprinklers and heard a shout: "Mr. West!" I looked up to see a girl riding past on a bicycle. She swung around, rode up my driveway, and stopped in front of me. "I didn't know you lived here." It was a girl who had been in my fourth grade class two years ago. "Jessica! It's good to see you. What are you doing around here?" "My grandparents just bought a house a few blocks from here. I was riding there to go swimming. Can I see your house?" "You're looking at it." She gave me the same look I always got for my dry humor. "I want to see INSIDE." "It's just a house." "Oh, come on!" She laid her bike down on my front lawn and walked into my house, not waiting for an invitation. "It's not what I expected," she proclaimed, as she stood in the foyer, looking at my dining room. "What did you expect? It's just a house." She wandered around the house with no clear sense of purpose. She went through the family room to my guest room, then back through the family room and dining room to my bedroom, then back to the family room. I gave up trying to follow her and just stood in the dining room and watched. I didn't see her for a while, then I heard her call from the family room. "Mr. West?" She was lying on my black leather sofa. "I like your couch!" "I like it, too." "You look funny with no shirt on." She could bounce from one subject to the next so that one could get dizzy trying to follow her. "I wasn't expecting guests. It's hot. It's summer. It's Florida." "Yeah, but I've never seen a teacher without a shirt on, before." "And I'm not used to seeing former students of mine riding around my neighborhood wearing nothing but a t-shirt." "I have a bikini on under my t-shirt!" "If you're wearing a bikini, why do you have a t-shirt on?" "You're not supposed to go just anywhere in a bikini." "Why not?" "I don't know. You're just not." "Are you embarrassed to be seen in your bikini?" "No. I wear it at the beach." "Uh huh, but not while bicycling to your grandparents' house." "Mr. West, you're silly." "So? Let's see, is it okay for your grandparents to see you in your bikini?" "Yes!" "What about Jacob?" Jacob was her younger brother, who was eight years old. "Duh!" "What about me? Can I see your bikini?" She giggled. "You want to see my bikini?" "I'm just trying to figure out what the rules are." She thought a moment, then cheerfully said, "Okay!" She stood up and pulled her t-shirt over her head. My jaw dropped open, and, for moment, I couldn't do anything but stare. What she was wearing on bottom was a small triangle of cloth with strings that tied on the sides. The top was two triangles that were just large enough to cover her budding breasts. One thin string looped around her neck, and another ran around the sides to her back. She did a quick pirouette, and I caught a glimpse of the small patch of cloth that barely covered half her cute little butt. "Wow!" I finally said. I was as surprised to hear it as Jessica was. She laughed. "Do you like it?" "Like it? I love it! It's beautiful! I don't think I've ever seen anything quite so beautiful!" "You like my bikini that much?" she said in a puzzled tone. "What? Your bikini? Oh, that. That's nice. I was talking about your body." She blushed. "Mr. West!" "In my mind, I still think of you as a little girl, but you've grown into quite the beautiful young woman." She blushed, but smiled. "Now I know why you weren't riding around in your bikini: You'd have every boy in the neighborhood chasing after you." "Mr. West! I would not!" "Does your mother know that you're wearing that?" "Of course! What's wrong with it?" "Nothing's wrong with it. It's just kind of sexy for a girl your age." "You think it's sexy?" "Actually, I think you're sexy!" She laughed. She had a musical laugh. "Your boyfriend is one lucky young man." "I don't have a boyfriend!" "You don't? Oh, I get it: So many cute boys chase after you that you can't decide which one to go with, right?" "No!" "What? Do you go to a school for the blind? If I were a boy your age, I'd follow you around and do whatever you wanted me to!" She laughed, again. "I'm curious: Why do you like wearing a bikini like that?" "What else am I supposed to wear?" "A one-piece." "Those are so uncomfortable!" "Well, it seems to me that girls your age wear bikinis for one of four reasons: "One, you see older girls wearing them, and you want to be like the older girls. "Two, it's cool in the hot, summer heat. "Three, you want to attract boys. "Four, you like showing off your body. I think you're a four." Jessica giggled and blushed. I think I called that one right. "You like showing off your body, don't you?" She didn't answer. "You like showing off your body to me, don't you?" Still no answer, but more blushing and giggling. "That's okay. You have a great-looking body. You should be proud of it." She frowned. "I look like a twig, and my boobs are tiny!" "You have a great-looking body, and your breasts are just the right size for your body." They were just beginning to form, but they already had a smooth, round shape. I grabbed her hand and dragged her to the dining room, where I picked up a chair then continued to my bathroom. I set the chair down in front of the large mirror above the vanity, and told her to climb up. "What for?" "I'm trying to make a point. Climb up!" She did. I started with her head. "Look at your hair. It's soft and golden. Look at those bright eyes, that cute nose, and that sparkling smile. Who could not like those? You have soft, round shoulders, beautiful, round breasts," she giggled at that, "a flat tummy, a narrow waist, beautifully curved hips, and lovely, strong legs. Jessica: You are a beautiful young woman! "You also have a cute butt. I like the way it peeks out from the sides of your bikini." "It does not!" I turned her side to the mirror so that she could see for herself. The back of her bikini came down at an angle, leaving a little bit of flesh exposed on each side. She tried to pull the bikini down where it had gathered between her cheeks so that it would cover her butt completely. I pulled her hands away. "Don't do that!" I said as I pulled the material further up her crack than it had been before. "It looks cute that way. You have a cute butt, and you should be proud to show it off." She turned a little further to get a better look. "It is kinda cute, isn't it?" "Definitely!" She laughed. "You really like my bikini?" "I really like you in that bikini. Of course, it doesn't cover very much. You might as well go naked." "Mr. West!" "Take a good look. Your head, arms, and legs are completely uncovered. That's half your body. Your back is uncovered, except for about half your butt, and your front is uncovered, except for three, tiny patches. I'd say you're about 90% naked." She laughed at the word naked. "You like that word, 'naked?'" She laughed, again. "Well, you look nice, naked--or 90% naked." "I'm not 90% naked!" "Call it what you want, but there's no way you can say that you're not MOSTLY naked." She started to protest, but reconsidered. "Jacob's always trying to see me naked. He comes into the bathroom while I'm taking a shower, claiming he has to pee really bad." "So? You're behind the shower curtain, right?" "No! We have those glass doors." "Are they the obscure ones that you can't see much through?" "No! They're almost clear, except, maybe they're a little fogged up. I get back at him, though: When by best friend, Kayla, spends the night, we walk in on him while he's taking a shower. We stand in front of the mirror and fix our hair or put on makeup and won't leave." "What does he do?" "Actually, he doesn't really care," she said with a little disappointment. "He eventually gets out, dries himself off, and sits naked on the toilet watching us until I hit him and make him leave. Then he runs around the house naked until Mom yells at him to put some clothes on." "You hit your little brother?" "All the time! He's mean to me, too." "But you're so nice to him, at school!" "Yeah, I'm nice to him in public, but I beat him up, at home. Mom says she wishes we were nice to each other all the time, but if she has to choose, she says she'd rather we were nice in public than the other way around." "If he sees you in your bikini, why do you think he tries to see you naked?" "Because he's a little creep!" "He seems nice, to me." "You don't have to live with him." "Well, you're nice to him when you practice kissing with him, aren't you?" "Ew! I don't kiss that little frog!" "You don't practice kissing with him?" "No!" "Have you ever kissed a boy, before?" She blushed. "No." "Well, you need to practice so that when you do, you'll know how to do it right. That's what brothers are for. I used to practice kissing with my sister, when I was your age." "Ew!" "Lot's of brothers and sisters practice kissing with each other. Do you let Jacob touch your breasts?" "No!" "Why not? You're supposed to teach him about a girl's body, and he's supposed to teach you about a boy's body. That way, you'll both know." "That's just wrong, Mr. West." "Is it? That's what my sister and I did for each other. My best friend and his sister did the same for each other." "You're creeping me out, Mr. West." "Sorry." I helped her down off the chair. "Regardless, you're still a beautiful young woman with a great-looking body. So, besides me, who else do you like showing it off, to." "Kayla's older brother likes watching us when we..." I had caught her off guard. "See? I was right wasn't I?" "Well, maybe a little. Kayla's older brother likes watching us when we sun bathe in her back yard. We untie the straps on our tops so we don't get lines on our backs. He always comes by and tries to trick us into sitting up so he can see our boobs." "Do you pretend to fall for it?" She blushed bright red. "You've flashed your breasts at him, haven't you?" "Once! Kayla dared me to." "Did you like it?" "I think so: He smiled when I did it." "No, I asked if YOU liked it." More blushing. When we got back to the family room, I stopped in front of the couch. "Jessica, would you mind if I took a few pictures of you?" "In my bikini?" "Yes." She thought for a moment, then shrugged her shoulders. "I guess, if you want to." I got my camera and took a picture of her standing at the opening for the hallway. I had her turn sideways and took another picture, then one of her back. I took one of her lying face-down on the couch, with her chin propped on her hands, and her legs kicked up, then I took one of her sitting on one leg on the couch with the other leg bent, hugging her knee. "You like having your picture taken, don't you?" "I don't mind." "You seem to be enjoying it. I think I was right: You do like showing off your body." She gave me a sheepish smile and admitted, "Well, maybe a little." "Have you ever gone topless--besides sunbathing with Kayla?" She gave an embarrassed smile. "Sometimes, when no one else is home, Kayla and I go topless swimming in her pool." "It's fun, isn't it?" "Yeah!" "Have you ever gone topless in front of anyone?" "Kayla." "Anyone else? And not Jacob or your mom." "No." "Would you like to go topless in front of me?" She giggled, but didn't answer. "You can try it; I don't mind." I could tell that she wanted to, but she didn't want to admit it--to herself or to me. "I think you want to show off your breasts to me, and I'm saying that I don't mind." She giggled, thought for a moment, then reached around back and grabbed the tie. She hesitated another moment, then she pulled the tie loose and lifted the top over her head. She had perfect breasts. They were small and still developing, but they were perfectly round with small areola and tiny bumps for nipples. "Very nice!" "They're too small!" "They're just right for your body." I took a picture. "Hey!" "Don't 'Hey!' me! You knew I was going to do that." She blushed. "You know," I lifted her long hair and draped it over her breasts. It was just long enough. "If you wore your hair like this, you could go topless all the time, and nobody would know." "Mr. West!" "Well, you should wear your hair in front, like this, when you do wear a top. That way, it would look like you were topless and drive all the boys crazy." She gave me a dirty look, but then she happily posed for a few more pictures. "You're not going to show these pictures to anyone, are you?" "I'm going to put them on the Internet." "Mr. West!" "I'm just kidding! They're just for me. I promise I won't show them to anyone else--unless you want me to." "You'd better not!" "Do I get to see the rest?" "The rest of what?" I glanced at her bikini bottoms. "I can't get naked in front of you!" "You're already mostly naked in front of me. It'll be fun. You like showing your breasts to me, don't you?" I reached forward and grabbed the end of the string on one side and started to pull very slowly. Jessica blushed, but she didn't stop me. When I had pulled the bow loose, I let go. She stood there for a moment, not moving, then pulled the tie the rest of the way loose and let her bikini bottom fall to the ground. "There! Are you happy?" She tried to sound mad, but she couldn't quite pull it off: The giggling got in the way. "Very nice! Turn around. No! Slowly." I snapped a few more pictures. "Sit in that chair--cross-legged." She did, giving me and the camera a nice view of her hairless slit. "Put your legs over the arms of the chair." Her labia spread just enough to give a little glimpse of what was inside. I'm not sure if she knew how much she was showing--or how sexy she looked--but the smile on her told me that she was having a good time displaying her body. "Kneel on the sofa with your legs apart, and look over your shoulder at me." I continued to suggest sexier poses, and she modeled for me without complaint. I had her lying on the couch, propped up on one arm, with her legs spread wide, when I asked her to show me her inner-most secret place. "Now, with one hand, spread your vulva open, so I can get a good look at your vagina." I really expected her to protest, but she actually did it for me--giggling and smiling broadly. I took a couple of wide shots, and one really close up. I put the camera down and gently arranged Jessica's body so that she was lying stretched out on her stomach, then I began massaging her neck and shoulders. "Hmm...that feels good!" she purred softly. I very slowly worked my way down her back. She giggled when I got to her buttocks, but she didn't protest. I spent a lot of time gently kneading them, and I gave each one a soft kiss (which prompted more giggles) before continuing down her legs. When I got to her feet, I turned her over. She smiled at me as I rubbed her feet. As I worked my way back up one leg, I moved it to one side, and I did the same with the other leg, so that her legs were spread slightly apart. I softly stroked the inside of each thigh, getting close to her vulva, but not quite touching it. Then, I moved up her sides to her breasts. When my hands first touched her breasts, she giggled, again. I gave each of them a gentle squeeze, then softly kissed each nipple. This time, her whole body squirmed as she giggled. I worked my way down to her belly, then alternated between her belly and inner-thighs--always coming close to her vulva, but never actually touching it. Jessica's breathing became slow and very deep. When I finally let one hand glide over the soft skin of her vulva, she started trembling, and her breath quickened. She gasped when I bent forward and kissed it. With the palms of my hand pushing her thighs apart, I used my index fingers to spread her labia, then licked up the entire length of her slit. When I got to her clitoris, I started lightly tonguing it. Jessica's breathing became rapid, and she started making soft humming noises. She gasped, again, and tried to close her legs when I slipped a finger into her very moist vagina. At first, I only went in about an inch or so, but as I worked my finger in and out, I gradually increased the depth until it's full length was probing inside of her. She had a look on her face that was a mix of pleasure and confusion. "You like that?" A quick nod was her only answer. "Has a boy ever done this for you, before?" She shook her head, "No." I pulled my index finger most of the way out of her vagina, then slipped two fingers into her, working her a little faster and harder. The frequency of both her breathing and moaning increased. "Has a boy ever put his penis in there?" She shook her head, "No." "You mean I'm going to be your first?" She gave me a puzzled look. I put my thumb on her clitoris and began rubbing it firmly as I continued to work two fingers in her vagina. Her breathing quickened until she was gasping in between grunts and moans. I kept going faster and harder until her whole body went rigid and she cried out. I let my fingers slip out when she collapsed back, smiling and laughing. When I stood up and removed my shorts, her eyes got very big. I sat back down and pulled her into my lap so that she was straddling my legs. I hugged her close to me and enjoyed the feel of her warm, soft body pressed against mine. Her breasts were pressed against my chest, and my very stiff penis was pressed into the folds of her labia. I rocked my hips to work my penis up and down her slit. She pushed back against me, rocking her hips in synch with mine. I continued holding her tightly with one arm as my free hand roamed over her back and buttocks. She pressed herself harder against me and rocked her hips faster. Once again, she was gasping and moaning. I let her go at her own pace. After about five minutes, she pressed firmly against me and cried out a second time. When her body went limp, I continued holding it close against mine. After a few minutes of rest, I gently lifted Jessica a few inches off my lap and placed the tip of my penis against the entrance to her vagina. I felt her body tense. I leaned back, slightly, keeping my penis in contact with her vagina, while allowing myself to look into her eyes. "Relax. Relax your vagina, and let yourself just slide slowly down onto me." She was hesitant. I leaned forward and gently rubbed my nose against hers, then leaned back and smiled. "Just go slowly. Relax, and let it slip in on its own." I felt her relax a little, and the tip of my penis slipped in. When that happened, she tensed up and tried to pull off, but I managed to hold her in place. After several seconds, she calmed down, again. "Relax, and let a little bit more slip in." She did so, and I got about two inches into her before she tensed up, again, and stopped. Bit by bit, she slowly lowered herself down onto me, until I was all the way inside her. She was trembling, and I could feel little spasms from the walls of her vagina. I held her there for a minute while I gently stroked her hair and back while whispering in her ear. "That feels so good. You're so warm, and wet, and tight. It feels so good to have my penis inside such a beautiful and sexy young woman. I wish I could keep it there forever." When she seemed comfortable having me inside her, "Now, squeeze your vagina around my penis, and slowly raise yourself up until you get to the tip--but don't let it slip out completely--then, relax and go back down." She did so, and a huge smile spread across her face--and mine! "Again." I felt her vagina grip my penis tightly as she raised up to the very tip, then I felt it relax as it swallowed my penis back in. She gradually began to get faster and faster, gasping and grunting with each squeeze. "Are you sure you've never done this before? You're really good at it!" She smiled and shook her head, "No," never breaking pace. "You're working your pussy on my cock better than any woman I've ever had!" She laughed at the words I used and smiled at the compliment. I was in ecstasy: Nothing I had ever experienced before compared with having an energetic twelve-year-old enthusiastically riding my cock, and the noises she was making while doing it made it even more intense. Her breasts rubbed up and down against my chest, and the inside of her thighs brushed the outside of mine. I felt the tip of my penis bump her cervix each time she went down, and I felt a firm tug each time she went up. After several minutes, I felt her pace slow and her grip weakened, slightly. I wrapped both arms around her, rolled her onto her back, and plunged my penis in and out of her vagina. The harder and faster I went, the louder and more varied her cries became. After a few more minutes, I slowed to a more steady and gentler rhythm. "Sexy Babe, you gotta make a choice, now. I'm gonna cum, soon, and you have to decide if you want it in you, or if you want me to pull out." "Unh!" was her only response. "If I cum in you, I might get you pregnant, but if I pull out, you'll miss the warmth of my semen filling you." "Unh!" I thrust for a few more seconds. "I better pull out. I really want to cum inside you, but I don't want to get you pregnant. Actually, I really do want to get you pregnant, but I really shouldn't." "Unh!" "You're so beautiful and so sexy!" "Unh!" "Oh!" As much as I didn't want to, I summoned all my will power to withdraw my penis from the wonderful, warm, wet place it was enjoying. That's when I felt Jessica's arms and legs wrap tightly around me and her vagina clamp down tightly around my penis. I struggled to pull out, but she must have had her ankles locked together because I couldn't get free. I exploded inside her. I felt a second strong surge of semen erupt from my penis, then a series of much smaller spurts. I collapsed on top of Jessica, trying to use my forearms to spare her from at least some of my weight. Beneath me, between gasps for breath, she laughed out loud and clung tightly to me with both arms and legs. After about a minute, Jessica said, in a cheery voice, "I felt it!" "You shouldn't have grabbed me, like that." In a more somber tone, "I didn't do it on purpose. I couldn't help it. It just happened. When I felt you start to pull out, I just felt the need to hold onto you as tight as I could." "As much as I'd like for you to have my baby, that'd get us both into a whole world of trouble--trouble like you'd never imagined." "I like the idea of having your baby!" Her voice was way too cheery. "Jessica!" "Well...I like thinking about it, anyway. Do you really think I might be pregnant?" "That is what sex is for." She laughed. "I know, but it doesn't happen every time, right? My mom and her boyfriend do it all the time, but she hasn't had a baby since Jacob." My penis had softened enough to slip out of Jessica, so I moved over, lying down on my side, and cuddled her. "That's because you're mom probably takes precautions." "Oh, yeah." She seemed to have a sudden flash of insight. "Kayla told me that a girl can't get pregnant the first time: This is my first time!" "That's not true! A girl can get pregnant even if she hasn't had her first period, yet, if she has sex around the time she first ovulates." "Oh." She thought for a moment. "I won't tell anyone it was you. Would that help?" "When was your last period?" "It ended a few days ago." "You're probably okay, then." "You mean I'm probably not pregnant?" "Well, it takes a little while, but you probably won't get pregnant." "Oh." She sounded a little disappointed, then, with a tone that was way too hopeful-sounding, "What if we keep doing it?" "Jessica!" She laughed. "Now that I'm thinking about it, I kinda like the idea of having your baby." "Well, I like the idea of you having my baby, too, but I really wouldn't want to have a baby with you unless we could live together and take care of it together, which we can't do." "I could move in with you. I'd get away from my brother!" "As much as I'd like that, it would never work." "I know," she admitted, "But it's fun to think about! Can we still have sex--if we take precautions?" "I'd like that, but you can't tell anyone--not even Kayla! I'd get into serious, serious trouble." "Kayla wouldn't tell anyone else." "Jessica! I'm talking serious, major, go-to-jail trouble." "I won't tell anyone--not even Kayla--but you have to promise me that we'll do it whenever I'm able to come over here." "Done!" I suddenly remembered something. "Weren't you on your way to your grandparents' house? Are they going to be worried about you?" "It's okay. I told them that I might stop by Kayla's, first. Kayla wasn't home, so I'm fine, but I probably should be going, soon." I climbed over Jessica and stood up, pulling her up with me. "Put one foot on the couch." With her legs slightly spread, I stuck a finger up her vagina and swept out a good bit of my semen. "You may leak a little over the next few hours, so when you get home, wash your bikini bottoms in the sink immediately. We don't want your mom finding any stains." "Leak? Leak what?" I showed her my finger. "That's my semen." She held my hand to steady it and examined my semen closely. She surprised me by taking a little and rubbing it between her finger and thumb. She tentatively sniffed it, touched the tip of her tongue to it, then licked her finger clean. "Cool!" I held up my finger to see if she wanted more. For moment, she looked like she might take my finger into her mouth, but then she shook her head, "No," and leaned over to examine her vagina. Apparently satisfied that she wasn't leaking at the moment, she looked around for her bikini bottoms and put them on. I retrieved her top and handed it to her. Before she put on her t-shirt, I hugged her close to me, then gave her her first kiss. The next day, I got up early, not knowing when Jessica might arrive--or even if. I tried to keep myself busy by working around the house, but I couldn't stop thinking about that beautiful young woman who was so keen on having sex with me. It wasn't until after two o'clock that the doorbell rang. When I opened the door, Jessica bounced in and gave me a quick peck on the cheek, grabbed my hand, and dragged me to the couch in my family room. Fortunately, I was able to resist long enough to get the door closed, first. On the way, I cautioned her, "You shouldn't kiss me--or do anything else like that--while we're standing with the front door open for the whole neighborhood to see." She spun around, grabbed my other hand, stood up on the tips of her toes, and kissed me again, this time, on the lips. "Don't you like being kissed by me?" "I love being kissed by you, but not where anyone else can see!" "Why? Are you embarrassed to have a twelve-year-old lover?" "How do you know that word?" "I watch movies." "I'm not embarrassed; I'm concerned about getting in trouble." "For a kiss?" "If the neighbors see you kissing me, then notice that you come inside and stay for while, what do you think they'll think?" "Oh, yeah. Sorry." Cheerily, she added, "No one can see us now!" and she kissed me on the lips, again, only this time, it was with her mouth open and her tongue in my mouth. When she finally broke off, after nearly half a minute, she had a big smile on her face. "Where did you learn to do that? I thought you said you'd never kissed a boy, before." "The Internet," she answered, as if it should have been obvious. "It must have been a good site: That was excellent, for a first time. Actually, it was just plain excellent. Let's do it, again." Not being surprised, this time, I did a better job of kissing her back. I picked her up off the ground, holding her butt in my hands, so that she was more comfortable. She wrapped her legs around me, and the kiss seemed to go on forever. "Wow!" I gasped. "How did you get so good just from reading?" She giggled and blushed. "Well..." She hesitated, but I waited patiently. "You're gonna laugh at me." "If what you say is funny, I might laugh at what you say, but I promise I will not laugh AT you." She thought for a moment, then finally said, "I paid Jacob five dollars to let me practice with him." "You didn't!" I tried to sound thoroughly scandalized. "Mr. West! You said you practiced kissing with your sister!" "I'm just teasing, but I thought the idea of kissing your brother was gross and disgusting." "I wanted to do it right, for you." "Well, I can't argue with success: That was the best kiss I've ever had." It really was. Very softly, she said, "We practiced a lot." "I'm surprised that you had to pay him: I'd pay YOU five dollars for a kiss like that." "Really? It was my last five dollars before I get my next allowance." I laughed. "I think I can spot you that one." "He didn't want to do it, at first, but when I showed him the five dollars, he agreed right away. I think he liked it 'cause he kept suggesting different ways to try it. We practiced for like half an hour." "Lucky him. Did you practice anything else with him?" "No," she said, matter-of-factly, then, when she noticed my smile, she hit me. "Mr. West! That's disgusting!" "Yesterday, you thought that about kissing him." "Well...he's just got a little one. I don't think it's long enough to reach up inside me." "It gets bigger when he gets excited." "I know! I've seen him with a stiffy. It's still not very big. Even when yours was soft, yesterday, it was still way longer and bigger around than Jacob's little stiffy." "Speaking of stiffies..." "I know! I can feel it poking me in the butt! Are you gonna give me a massage, first, like you did yesterday?" "If you want me to." "Yeah, I really liked that." I took my time to make sure that she thoroughly enjoyed it--both the massage and the love-making. I wanted every time for her to be as special as the first. While I was massaging her, it had occurred to me that I might have to do some Internet research of my own, if I wanted to ensure that it never got routine or boring for her. I wore a condom, this time. Jessica was fascinated by it. She had seen one, before, but never on an actual penis. I thought I wouldn't enjoy sex with her as much wearing one, but you can't not enjoy being inside a sexy twelve-year-old. After I took the condom off, I emptied it onto her belly, then spread my semen around with my fingers. She really liked that. Just for fun, I quickly dabbed my slimy fingers to her lips. She laughed, then licked her lips clean. She paused for a moment, as if she were considering whether or not to be bothered by the taste, then she grabbed my wrist, pulled my hand up to her face, and carefully sucked each finger clean, one at a time. I returned the favor by licking her belly clean. I don't like the taste of cum, but licking it off a twelve-year-old's belly is worth putting up with it! She was happy to pose for some more pictures--this time, some really raunchy ones. I got some pictures of her rubbing and fingering herself, and a really cute one of her holding up the used condom and looking at it like she was trying to figure out what it was. She told me that she had plans with her mother and Jacob for tomorrow, but she promised to come by Thursday morning. After that, I didn't see her for a few weeks. When she was finally able to visit, we were on each other the instant the door closed. In our haste, I came way too quickly, but Jessica didn't seem to mind. Afterwards, we cuddled on the couch for a long time--long enough for me to get another erection. When Jessica felt it poking her, she sat up. She stared at my penis for a moment, as if she were considering something, then suddenly bent over and took it into her mouth. She bobbed up and down on it for little while, then gave it a long, hard suck. She pulled off, studied it for a moment, then started licking the rim of my glans. She laughed when I shuddered. "You like that?" "Oh, yeah!" She licked some more. "Did you learn that from the Internet?" "Uh huh," she grunted, between licks. She stopped for a moment to laugh. "Guess what? I practiced it on Jacob! I didn't even have to pay him. When I told him what I wanted to do, he couldn't get his clothes off fast enough!" I laughed with her. "You didn't tell him about us, did you?" "No. I told him I wanted to practice in case I ever got a boyfriend. Now, he bugs me all the time to do it to him. I told him I'd only do it if he's nice to me. He's been really nice the past few weeks!" She went back to bobbing her head. "Jacob's one lucky boy. So am I!" I stopped Jessica for a moment and told her to climb on top of me so I could lick her pussy while she sucked me. It was wonderful! Her scent filled my nostrils, and the enthusiasm with which she sucked my cock was almost as enjoyable as the act, itself. I was so caught up in the experience that I didn't think to warn her before I ejaculated. She choked, a little, and stopped moving, but she kept the tip of my penis just in her mouth and swallowed a few times. When she realized I was done, she gave one more hard suck, then sat up and turned around. "Jacob doesn't squirt," she said simply. "Sorry, I should have warned you, but I was enjoying it too much." "That's okay. I like it. Did I do good?" "You did good, Sexy! So, are you planning to do anything else with Jacob?" "I don't know. It's not the same with him as it is with you, but I do like him a lot more--now that we're not fighting. I don't think we've had a single fight since I first practiced kissing with him." "That's nice. I'm glad you're getting along with your brother, now." "So's my mom! She thinks I'm being nice to him because I'm 'maturing.'" I could hear the quotation marks in her voice. "Like I was the problem!" "Well, you're the oldest. The oldest always gets blamed for everything. But don't worry, it seems you've worked that all out." "Yeah, and even though I like being with you much better, it's still nice fooling around with Jacob when I can't. Since we starting doing it, I get horny a lot!" I was going to ask her where she learned that word, but I figured that between movies and the Internet, there were no secrets, anymore. Once school was out, Jessica and I were able to get together once or twice a week, except for the two weeks that she, her mother, and Jacob went on vacation with her grandparents. Her grandparents have a cabin in Tennessee. It's on a lake, and she said that she and Jacob had gone skinny dipping after her grandfather told a story about catching their mother swimming naked with her best friend when they were fourteen. Jessica told me that she spent a lot of time fooling around with Jacob. I asked her if she ever did anything other than kiss and suck him. She told me no, except that she would often sneak him into her bed, and they would sleep together--naked. They had had to share a bed at the cabin, and she had really liked sleeping with him. I racked my brain trying to conceive of some way that I could get Jessica to spend the night with me, but I couldn't come up with anything that wouldn't draw suspicion. Jessica hadn't been my student for two years. With luck, maybe Jacob would be in my class for the new school year, and I might be able to work something out, then. Oh well, summer was interesting enough.