("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2005. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Home Delivery by Dan Perducci (danperducci@yahoo.co.uk) *** An apartment dweller gets unexpected assistance with getting his groceries from his car. (M/F-teen, rom) *** I arrived home with my groceries. It was hell to shop for one but it was even more tortuous for me to haul all the bags to my apartment on the fifth floor since there was no elevator. I pondered the possibility of taking the perishables and leaving everything else in my car until I felt like taking the rest back to my pad. I agreed with my genius idea and slammed the car door shut with my foot. "Do you need help?" She asked me with a sweet purr that could not be denied. Eve had shoulder length blonde hair that sat gently on her soft shoulders. I followed her hair with my eyes until they settled on her gracefully developing chest. I smiled evasively and took a few tentative steps to the building. "I can help if you need me." I didn't want her to think me rude. I turned around to engage her altruism. "If you want to, you can," I offered. I fumbled for my keys in my jacket pocket and returned to open my trunk. She eagerly took two of the seven remaining bags into her arms. She closed the trunk and we were on our way up. "It would be nicer if you lived on the first floor," she said to me. "Why?" "Then you would be home by now," she teased. I laughed at her gentle rib about our impending journey up several flights of stairs. She skipped ahead of me and beat me to my own apartment. Eve was practically a stranger to me because I was usually on my way to work when she was rising to attend school. She was in bed when I arrived home from work. I happened upon her name only from hearing friends call for her on the weekends. Today was an unusual Saturday on which we crossed paths. I opened my apartment door and remembered that I had not made my place family friendly at all. There were clothes strewn all over my floor and a couple of 'gentlemen's' magazines on my coffee table. "You're a slob!" she exclaimed when she caught her first glimpse of my abode. "I wonder if I could find your kitchen!" I pointed past the living room and wondered if she was playing dumb. All of the apartments in our building had the exact same layout. She started shelving my things in the lower cabinets first. She took over like she knew how I wanted things. I didn't complain because a woman's touch is what my place needed. I dropped my bags at her feet. She spun around and grabbed a chair from my dining table. "Do you want me to put your soups up here?" "Sure, you already think you know what goes where." I said with a wink. She boosted herself onto the chair and put the cans in the cabinet above the sink. I was instantly charmed by the view that I got from peering up her loose denim skirt. Her panties were orange with green flowers. I saw a hint of a camel toe briefly before she descended again. Did she know that I was looking? Was this her plan? She kind of stumbled on the way down and I instinctively grabbed her to keep her from falling. She planted her foot awkwardly between my two feet that were braced for a clumsy fall. Her hands grabbed my shoulders to steady herself for a moment. She was only slightly shaken and she scampered to the front entrance of my apartment. "Ready for another trip…" she paused to elicit my name. "Grant," I said, "You can call me Grant." I was thirty-three and of the age to be called Mr. Dowd. She obviously knew this and giggled. "Shouldn't I call you Mr. Something?" she asked. "That's fine, I'm more comfortable not feeling like I'm old before my time." "OK," she said before hurrying down the stairs to retrieve more items from my car. We came back with five more bags and continued our ritual of stocking my house with my foodstuffs and other sundry items. "Do you get tired of having to go up and down the stairs?" she asked. Eve was breaking a sweat on this May afternoon. "Let's just say that I would pay twice as much rent if it meant us getting an elevator," I answered. She stopped for a moment to turn on the radio. She lingered a while to pick a station that was more to her liking. I could tell that she was no fan of my National Public Radio. She sat down on my couch and sang along with one of the songs that were on the charts that week. Her head bopped with the rhythm of the song and I stared furtively at her sweet form reclining on my seat with her feet propped against my coffee table. My Playboy magazine sat next to her feet. I was tempted to rush over and throw it in the trash. I was afraid that I would look too guilty if I did that. Before I could even blink, the young girl made a strange comment. "Do you think that I look as good as your 'girlfriends' in those magazines?" she quizzed me. "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm a guy and I like to read magazines." "You know what I'm asking you." "You're too young to know," I said defensively. "I'm fifteen and I'm this close to getting my license," she offered with her fingers indicating how close she really was to driving. "Watch this," she said suggestively tugging at her t- shirt. It was a white shirt that revealed a black bra underneath. She cupped her hands under her breasts to show that she had a much to offer as any of my two- dimensional playmates. She was definitely jailbait and she was definitely tempting me to do something that I would regret. "Why are you doing this to me?" I asked her as my cock ached from her sex kittenish ways. "Because I can," she whispered, "relax and have a seat." I was at once eager and scared. She detected this and she pulled my wrist when I was within her reach. "You're a nice guy. I promise I won't tell," she said as she gave me a peck on the cheek. The peck slowly turned into her full on kissing my lips. I was being seduced by a girl from my own apartment building. Something in my mind clicked and took me back to the times that I never had in my own high school days. My inner sophomore took over and placed my hand on her nicely rounded breasts from under her shirt. I caressed and rubbed gently like a teenager never would, though. She told me that she tired of the clumsy pawing and grasping that she received from her boyfriends. She wanted to lose her virginity the way it "should be lost. To someone with experience." I nimbly loosed her shirt from her and kissed her chest. She shivered like she was experiencing something divine and special. A real sexual experience was lusty but sensual as well. She unclasped her bra and released her supple breasts for my inspection. "Beautiful," I told her. She smiled and thanked me. I was pretty sure that nobody complimented her on her body like that before. I was as awestruck as she was by this spontaneous exchange of our affections – if you could call it that. The steady hum of the air conditioner and the upbeat singing on the radio was the soundtrack for our unfolding moment of sexual awakening. For her, it was her virginity. For me, it was the first time with a woman in three years. I knelt to remove her panties from beneath her skirt and I tunneled my head under her garment. I placed my lips on her sweet young sex and was soon intoxicated by her scent and taste. Going down on an underage girl was like smuggling Cuban cigars. It was a connoisseur's dream but he dare not tell anyone who could not keep a secret. She writhed gently under my spell and placed her hands on my shoulders as if to steer me to her most special of special places. The g-spot was not fount but she didn't blame me for trying. Her knees pressed against my ears and her wetness signaled to me an orgasm that came once, twice and even three times. She muted herself from screaming too loudly but she was making herself heard just the same. "I want it now," she told me. I knew what it was. The joy of deflowering a virgin was seventeen years delayed but I rose to the occasion if one would pardon the expression. I eagerly stripped myself from the waist down and caught myself before I started acting like an overexcited child on Christmas morning. I toyed around with my wet penis at her opening. She sucked intently on her fingers as I teased her for a minute or two. She reached around me and dug her nails into my back to draw me closer, to draw me inside. I felt myself piercing the physical barrier to her innocence. My darker angels only thought about the white couch that I almost bought last year. Thankfully I avoided the fiasco of having furniture that looked like it belonged to a serial killer. I humped, pumped and thrust gently into her. She gave me hickeys of all sorts around my neck and shoulders. I loved this moment like no other. In the broad daylight of my living room and high above my neighborhood, I was enjoying the body of a girl half my age. We changed positions a couple of times in our hour together and then we cleaned up. Once we parted ways, I remembered that I had two bags left in my car. I was too tired. They can wait another day, I said to myself before lying down to pick up one of my magazines. END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 34