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Kristen - 1 (Mf-teen, reluc)
by StoryMaster (ridgeg@ix.netcom.com)
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WARNING !!! The following story contains descriptions of sexual
encounters of an adult nature including, but not limited to
non-consensual acts. If you are under 18, or if descriptions of acts
of this nature offend you, then READ NO FURTHER! This is a work of
fiction. Any relation to real or imagined incidents or to people
still alive or now dead is purely coincidental.
Kristen - One
I had known Kristen and her family for a long time. I watched her
grow from a sweet, little girl to a gonky preteen and then to a truly
lovely sixteen year old. When she was young, Kris had a big crush on
me. I used to love it when her parents would bring her over. She
would always give me big hugs and nice, wet, little girl kisses.
Kris had always been a æLooker.' She was now about 5'-5". Even as a
little girl, she had had a nice trim figure. Then as she grew older
her curves filled out into one of the nicest bodies I had ever seen.
By the time she was sixteen, Kris wore her beautiful, long, blond hair
in a pony tail that most of the time hung to her waist. Her
sparkling, blue eyes and pouty, little mouth coupled with that knock
out', little body turned heads, mine included, wherever she went.
Unfortunately, like so many good-looking girls, Kristen became rather
enamored of herself as she grew toward womanhood. By the time of the
writing of this story, she had become one of those untouchable'
beauties that one can only dream about. I wonder who gets to fuck
girls like that?' I thought.
The beautiful, young girl was now a junior in high school and very
popular. Everyone knew her by name. Kristen was the head cheerleader
on the varsity squad, the only junior in the history of the school to
ever achieve that rank. She was very much in the running for Class
President. She was dating a guy named Rick, who was a sophomore at
the University of Virginia. Kristen was simply magnificent and she
knew it!
After her father's untimely death, Kristen lived with her mother,
Lyle, in a little, old house out in the county. The two women had a
difficult time dealing with minor problems such as broken plumbing and
the like. I would often go over to fix little things around the house
for her.
Occasionally I would run into Kristen when she came home after school.
I would always try to strike up a conversation with her, but was
usually, and not so politely, snubbed by the young beauty. This
really hurt my feelings. What the hell?, I thought. æA busy girl
with young friends of her own really didn't have time for an old guy
like me.' However, remembering Kris' affection for me when she was
younger as opposed the way she treated me now, I really began to get
pissed off. I had wanted Kristen for many years and soon, I intended
to have her.
One afternoon I had some spare time and decided to run by Lyle and
Kristen's house to fix a downstairs sink that needed some attention.
Lyle had given me the key to their house months ago, since I had
become their sort of "handy man."
I let myself in at around 2:45 in the afternoon. I was working on the
P-Trap trying to get it loose when I heard the back door slam. I
looked at my watch. It was 3:30. That must be Kris getting home
from school,' I thought. I gave the wrench one more big push, and the
trap nut finally let go. I crawled out from under the vanity to go to
my truck for some Teflon tape. As I strolled through the kitchen,
Kris was there eating an apple, looking really great, as usual.
"Hi, Kris," I said cheerily.
With complete indifference, she said, "Hello."
As I went out the door, I realized the little bitch hadn't even looked
my way. Right then and there, I began plotting my revenge.
When I returned, Kris was not in sight. As I went back to work on the
sink, I heard blaring music coming from upstairs. It took me another
15 minutes to put everything back together and complete the job.
After I finished, I washed my hands in the kitchen and was preparing
to leave, but could not get the sexy, young girl off my mind. 'I
might just be able to get my hooks into Kristen, if I could catch her
doing something really wrong,' I thought. Just then, a trace of a
very familiar odor gave me a clue.
Being a burnout from the sixties, I immediately recognized the smell
of burning marijuana. As I crept up the back stairs, I followed the
sounds of Led Zeppelin, finally arriving at a closed door. Kris was
in the process of taking a big hit from the joint, when I opened her
door. "What's that funny smell?" I asked, grinning knowingly at the
startled, young girl on the bed. Kristen was caught and she knew it.
She had nowhere to run.
"Uh.... Hi," she said, immediately turning on the manipulative charm.
"It's just some Turkish tobacco that my boy friend gave me."
"Yeah, right," I said as I walked uninvited into her room, closing the
door behind me.
Approaching the bed, I also noticed an open can of Budweiser on the
night stand. As I eyed first the can then Kris, she looked at me
guiltily. "Does your Mom know that you are smoking pot and drinking?"
I asked the now worried teen.
"Well, no, but..."
"But what," I prompted.
"Well... she doesn't have to know, does she?"
"I don't know, Kristen, does she?" I said, leading her.
"Please don't tell Mom," she pleaded. "I only do this once in
awhile."
She looked so vulnerable that I remained silent, letting the minutes
drag by. Finally I said, "Tell you what, I don't know why I should do
you any favors after the way you have been treating me the past couple
of years, but I'll let this go on one provision. I want you to start
treating me a lot better. You owe me for this, Kristen."
"What exactly do you mean?" she asked, a haughty tone returning to her
voice.
"I mean," I went on, "I don't want to hear that kind of a tone in your
voice when you speak to me, for one thing. I want you to be sweet and
nice." I sat on the bed beside the young blond. She moved away
apprehensively. "Hey, take it easy," I said. "You can start by
offering me a hit off that joint."
Relief visibly washed over her as she held out the smoking number.
Instead of taking it from her, I leaned over and took a long pull,
allowing my lips to brush against her fingers. Her hand shook as I
sucked on the joint. When I sat back up, she jerked her hand away.
"Mmmm.., that's nice," I grunted, trying to hold my breath. I slid
over closer to the young girl so that my hip almost touched hers. She
was already at the end of the bed and although she had nowhere to
retreat to, she still tried to move away from me. I put my arm around
her and pulled her to me. Her whole body stiffened.
"Noooooo.." she whined, as she began to squirm.
"What's wrong?" I said, as I nuzzled my nose to her lovely white neck
framed by her sweet- smelling, blond hair. I inhaled a long, deep
breath of her scent.
"Stop it!" she practically shouted, as she wiggled from under my arm
and jumped up from the bed. "Don't do that!" she spat venomously.
"Kristen," I said sternly. "I am willing to let that last remark go,
but from this point on, I expect you to behave. Unless you want me to
tell your mother right now about your drug and alcohol use, you had
better get used to doing what I tell you." The young girl glared at
me in shocked disbelief.
"But you promised you wouldn't tell," she whined.
"Everything has its price, and the price for my silence is your full
cooperation," I told the bewildered, young blond.
"Yeah but...," she started.
"No but's," I almost shouted as she shrank back. "I expect you to do
as I say starting right now. Go downstairs and get me a beer. I'll
be waiting right here."
The young girl looked back at me pensively as she left the room.
'This was going to work out really well,' I thought to myself.
I glanced around Kris' room noticing that most of the pictures on the
walls were of herself. There were one or two group pictures of her
cheerleading squad and one on the bedside table of a young,
dark-haired guy. Rick,' I assumed. "Well, Rick, old buddy, you're
just going to have learn to share," I said with a mirthless grin.
When Kristen returned with my cold Budweiser, we drank for a moment in
silence. Kris would not sit on the bed. She stood before me wondering
what this evil man would ask of her next. She didn't have long to
wait.
I set my unfinished beer on the night stand and said, "Come over here
Kristen." She hesitated. "I said, come here. Stand right here in
front of me," I commanded. Slowly she moved toward me. When she was
within reach, I grabbed her by her wrist and pulled her close so that
she was standing between my thighs. She gave a startled squeak.
"Relax," I told her. I was already getting dizzy from the sweet smell
of the young teen, or maybe it was the pot. Who knows? "Kiss me," I
said, point blank.
"No," she said emphatically. "I won't!"
"Oh, but you will, Kristen. Your mother will be home any minute. I
am sure that being grounded for the rest of the school year won't help
your relationship with old Rick here," nodding toward the picture on
the night stand.
"How did you...?" she began.
"Never mind how I know his name. I said, kiss me on the lips. Right
now, young lady!"
Ever so slowly, the beautiful, young girl bent toward me. I didn't
move one inch, but rather let her come the entire way to me. She
scrunched her eyes closed, and an
electric shock ran through me as her tender, young lips touched mine.
Quickly she drew back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Again," I said.
I thought Kris was going to cry as she once more was forced to bend
down to me. This time, as our lips met, I placed a hand behind her
neck and held her mouth to mine.
"Mmm..mmm..mmm," she moaned through her nose. I did not french her
just yet. Instead, I gave her a long, hard, passionate kiss full on
her tender mouth. When at last I released her, she jumped back.
Tears sprang to the corners of her eyes and she again wiped her pouty
lips with her hand.
"That was really nice, Kris. Rick is a lucky man. I'll just wager
you have a very talented mouth." The young girl flushed red before
me.
"Is that all?" she said angrily. "Will you please leave me alone now
and just go?" She said vehemently. That haughty tone was back.
"Yep," I said. "I'll leave right now." Kris sighed with relief as I
got up off the bed to leave. "But," I said as I looked back at her,
"I want you at my house tomorrow afternoon promptly at 4:00."
"What?" Kristen gasped, a shocked look on her pretty face. "No way!"
she said emphatically.
I went right on as if I hadn't heard her at all, "We are going to have
a little party. My girlfriend will be there. Her name is Lynn. You
will really like her. You will be there Kris, or else... If 4:00
rolls around, and your smiling face is not at my door, your mother
gets a phone call. Do we understand each other?" For a minute she
just stared at me in wide eyed disbelief. "Do we understand each
other?" I repeated coldly, moving back toward her.
"Yes..yes..OK," Kris cried, shrinking away from me and falling onto
her bed.
"Good... 4:00... Be there!" I left quickly as she began to sob,
slamming the door behind me. We'll just have to see what tomorrow
brings,' I thought to myself as I got into my truck and drove away.
Continued...