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The Pink Bow
by Unlucky (dr.unlucky@gmail.com)

***

At a Christmas party Jack meet's the hosts' young 
daughter. (M/f-teen, 1st)

***

A "society" Christmas party. My parents had left early 
and that meant I had to mingle with the elite on my 
own.

I sat in a big leather chair and waited for this 
horribly boring night to end.

My attention moved from one group of chatting doctors 
to a small cliche of lawyers, but finally settled on 
the hosts' young daughter, who looked just as bored as 
I did.

She was lying on the floor in front of the fireplace 
near her father's feet and she was half listening to 
her parents rattle on about politics.

Our eyes met briefly and she gave a smile. I returned a 
smile and then returned my attention to something else, 
but soon my mind pulled my eyes back to the cute young 
girl.

I remember hearing from my parents that her name was 
Sarah and she was going to one of the best private 
schools in Manhattan. She was also taking ballet 
lessons and was supposedly a really excellent dancer.

Though I tried not to I couldn't help staring at the 
girl. She certainly had the figure of a dancer, yet her 
hips had a nice curve and from the looks of her chest, 
I tell she would soon fill out a leotard very well.

She had long platinum colored hair that seemed finer 
and more delicate then anything I had ever seen, and 
deep green eyes that sparkled with curiosity and 
intelligence. I was intrigued by her and aroused by her 
immediately.

Throughout her parent's conversation she turned and 
twisted and fidgeted around on the floor, as children 
will, yet there was something so erotic about her 
movements. Maybe it was my own perverse imagination 
peppering her motions with sexuality, but it seemed 
that she was conscious of my attention and posing her 
body to arouse me.

Sarah turned and lay on her back for a moment and 
stretched. As she did her shirt rose up and I could see 
the top of her panties. They were pink cotton and had a 
tiny pink bow on the front of them.

I was hypnotized by this bow and I fantasized about 
biting it off her panties and then pulling her panties 
off with my teeth.

As if she felt my craving for her she pulled her shirt 
back down covering the little bow, then she rolled over 
on her belly.

As she rested her chin on her fists, with her elbows on 
the plush rug, I saw the front of her loose pajama top 
flutter forward and give me a view of her pert breasts. 
They were the same lusciously creamy shade as the rest 
of her body and looked just about perfect.

I wondered suddenly if her parents were watching me 
ogle their daughter, but they were too engrossed in 
their conversation to notice anything. Sarah on the 
other hand looked completely bored, and soon her gaze 
met mine and the realization of my staring flashed 
across her face.

She looked down at her cleavage and gasped. She quickly 
raised one hand to cover herself, but this put her off 
balance and the half of her body she was supporting on 
her elbows hit the floor with a boom.

Her mother looked over to her with a laugh and asked if 
she was alright.

"I am ok," she said with embarrassment. "I just fell 
asleep."

Her mother suddenly realized how she was neglecting her 
daughter and then looked around the room for something 
to occupy her. Her gaze slid across a room full of 
doctors and lawyers and then landed on me. I suppose I 
was the closest in age to Sarah, I was 26 and she was 
16.

After her mother proposed that Sarah show me her room 
and maybe play some video games with her, Sarah grabbed 
my hand and forcibly pulled me away from the drab 
holiday party. On the way Sarah's mother gave me a 
smile and a wink.

"Thank you so much Jack, just keep her occupied for a 
bit. I know these parties can be boring."

As I numbly walked down a long hall being pulled by 
this little Lolita I wondered if God was giving me a 
message. Or maybe this was some Christmas present from 
a more nefarious power.

All these thoughts and many more were erased when the 
door slammed shut and I was incased in a huge pink 
room.

Sarah ran past me and did a half cartwheel landing on 
her bed. She had the awkward grace of a new born 
gelding. When she flipped onto her bed her shirt flew 
up totally exposing her young breasts to me again. I 
just stood there, inches away from the closed door. I 
had a confused look on my face and a raging erection.

Sarah laughed her abrupt and high pitched giggle and 
quickly covered her mouth. She had a devious and 
curious smile and her face was bright red. Her blush 
brought out freckles on her cheeks and made her green 
eyes glow.

She tried to hold in a laugh and said "I guess you saw 
that... I mean them... again." Then she let her self 
fall backward into the pile of stuffed animals on her 
bed and got lost in a fit of nervous teenage giggling.

I shook my head wondering if coming into this room 
alone with this silly little girl was the best idea. I 
should be out there drinking brandy with the men and 
discussing where I am going to join a private practice 
or start my own.

I looked around the pink on pink room and saw a small 
desk with an even smaller chair. I moved the large 
bunny off of the chair and sat down uncomfortably. I 
looked around the room and shuttered.

'What was I thinking?' I wondered. 'Look at this room, 
stuffed animals and diaries. This is just a little 
kid!'

Then she looked up from her bed. And the look she gave 
me was still curious and still devious, but it 
definitely wasn't childlike.

When she spoke this time she spoke a little more slowly 
and with a bit of a seductive edge.

"So my mother sent you in here to entertain me."

She rolled around on her bed, letting her shirt rise up 
a bit and show me her firm stomach. Her pink skin 
against the pink sheets with her pink pajamas was too 
much. I rubbed my eyes and shook my head.

She summoned up another dose of her teenage exuberance 
and jumped of her bed and over to me. She sat on my lap 
and kissed me on the cheek. Then she ran back to her 
bed and hid in her nest of pillows and stuffed animals.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked from inside her 
fort of bunnies and bears.

"Well... not currently."

She smiled at this.

"What kind of girls do you go out with?"

"All kinds. Sometimes people I meet at work or people 
my friends think I would like."

She eyed me measuring my answers, and then continued 
her questioning.

"Do you like younger or older girls?"

"Mostly younger actually." I answered truthfully.

She buried her face in a pillow and laughed at hat 
answer.

"What do you do you usually do when you get a girl 
alone? Do you just jump on her and have your way with 
her?"

This question amused and intrigued me. I looked into 
her eyes and she was both playful and somehow hopeful. 
I was more aroused then I could ever remember being.

"No, I do... I do regular things with women I date. 
Watch movies on TV and listen to music."

She seemed unconvinced by this answer.

"When do you make you move on them?"

I wrinkled my eyebrow at this. I knew exactly what she 
meant, but I wanted to her here ask for more details.

"What do you mean?"

She giggled and blushed a little more.

"When do you try and get in their pants?"

I nodded and said, "Ohh... how do you know they aren't 
trying to get into my pants?"

She exploded into laughter at that and rolled over on 
her bed until she was on her back with her head 
dangling over the side staring straight at me.

"Is what's in your pants so impressive?"

I blushed at that one.

She smiled.

"Why am I answering all your questions? Can't I ask 
some?"

She pouted at this and shook her head.

"Nope. This is my room and I get to ask the questions."

I smiled at her attitude but I was also hypnotized her 
spoiled rich girl charm. She licked her lips and smiled 
seductively at me.

"Maybe I want to see what's in your pant that is why I 
dragged you in here."

I laughed at loud at that one, but inside I imagined 
whipping out my cock and shocking this little flirt.

"Well it would be only fair since you have shown me 
what is under your shirt."

She let out a mock scream at this and dove once more 
into her pile of pillows.

When she finally came back up her face was totally red 
and her eyes glowed.

"You really wanna get naked?" she said with a wild 
smile.

My smile waded when I heard this, playing was one 
thing, but this girl was getting very serious very 
quickly. Part of me knew I should stop this before 
someone walks in, and the rest of me desperately wanted 
to see or even touch this young tight vixen.

"Alright." I said, unsure of where the word came from.

Here eyes when wide "What?"

"Let's get naked. Take off your shirt little girl."

She pouted when I said that.

"Little girl!"

I stood up and walked over to her. She backed up and 
accidentally fell off the bed.

"Pretty graceful for a ballerina," I said teasingly.

She bounced back up with renewed energy and sat cross-
legged on the bed.

"Nope, my room, my rules, remember? You get naked 
first."

I shook my head and smiled, "Well, I have already seen 
your... um..." my stuttering was interrupted by a 
pillow smack to the head and a wave of giggling.

She chewed her bottom lip for a moment in thought and 
then said "Listen, lets both get under the covers and 
get undressed."

In some bizarre teenage way that answer made sense, so 
we both slithered under the thick pink blankets and 
writhed out of our clothes.

I had a lot more writhing to do then she did, after all 
she was just wearing pajamas, I was wearing dress 
pants, boxers, a shirt, a tie, an undershirt, socks and 
shoes. She waited patiently with the covers pulled up 
to her chin while I tossed random garments out from 
under the overstuffed comforter.

Finally I was nude and for the first time realized 
exactly how far we were taking this little flirtation. 
I was naked, in bed, with the frisky sixteen year old 
daughter of one of my parent's good friends and one of 
the most powerful doctors in New York.

I got very nervous and thought I might have to think of 
a way to end this. That is until her nude leg brushed 
against mine.

She wasn't looking at me. She was biting her bottom 
lip. I felt her move over to me slowly and let her arms 
slip around me. She hugged me and put her head on my 
chest. I felt her unbelievably tender breasts press 
against my skin and my body tightened. I looked at her 
face and say that the playfulness was gone and a hunger 
had replaced it.

She kissed my neck softly. Tiny unsure kisses.

I touched her chin and lifted her lips to mine. Our 
mouths were hot and her tongue was like honey. I teased 
her lips and our kisses became unbearably intoxicating. 
I could stop kissing her and she was as drunk as I was 
with passion.

We were under the warm blankets, our hot feverish skin 
burning against each other's. Her breasts soft against 
my chest, the soft fine hairs of her sex feathery 
against my achingly hard cock. I breathed against her 
ear and let my lips brush over her cheek. I rubbed my 
body against her and greedily touched her all over.

I was holding back all sexual acts and hovering in this 
long deep petting. I was making her mad with kisses and 
caresses, but I never quite touched her sex, and only 
brushed her nipples lightly.

Watching and listening to her I knew it was working. 
She was breathing in short little gasps, her whole body 
seemed to be blushing and burning hot. Here eyes were 
neither closed nor open, but in a dreamy spell. Her 
hands started to more forcibly pull me to her. An 
overpowering itch was taking over her body, but she was 
to young and innocent to know exactly how to sate it.

As her hands moved over me she brushed her fingers 
against my sex and her eyes flashed open. She looking 
up with a strange mix of excitement and fear as her 
hand wrapped tightly around my hard cock. Her grip was 
almost uncomfortably tight but I didn't want to say 
anything that might make her think she was doing 
something wrong. Her hand moved over it roughly and 
then she gripped the shaft tightly once more. I could 
see her eyes unfocus as she explored the most intimate 
part of my body. 

"It's so hot... burning." she said, though not 
specifically to me. After gripping and feeling she 
pushed herself forward moved my cock between her 
thighs. 

I gasped as her young skin slid across my most 
sensitive parts and I felt the warm damp hairs of her 
sex. She placed my penis parallel with the lips of her 
sex. I felt her puffy wet lips slip across my cock and 
it took every once of will I had not to roll over on 
top of her and fuck her like a rutting animal. 

She moved slowly, her hand still on the base of my 
shaft. She moved my dick around her sliding it across 
her sex in different ways until she rubbed the head 
against her clit. When that happened, her body 
convulsed and her eyes closed. Here eyes were wide and 
wild when she looked at me again and then she pushed 
the blankets aside for the first time and looked down 
at my body. 

I looked down as well and for the first time saw her 
exquisite body. She then pushed me until I was totally 
on my back and positioned herself on top of me. At 
first I thought she would just slip me right into her 
tight virgin sex, but instead she steadied herself with 
one hand on my chest and held my cock against her clit. 
She rubbed the head slowly back and forth across the 
tiny hard seed, shuttering each time the two touched. 

I was in awe of the sigh of this sixteen year old girl 
who was totally taken over by lust, using me as a 
masturbatory device. I looked down and could see my 
precum glimmering at the tip of my head and then being 
massaged into her bright pink sex. Her head was bent 
forward, her hair hung over her face. Strands of her 
silky hair stuck to her now lightly wet forehead. Her 
whole body had a light sheen of perspiration. She 
groaned dragged the length of my shaft across her 
enflamed nerves. Then she stopped and looked down at me 
with wild eyes. Her mouth opened but her throat was to 
dry for her to speak.

I placed my hands on her hips gently and once I had her 
she let go of me and relaxed her body.

I was now holding her above me, only my will keeping 
her from loosing her virginity. She closed her eyes 
again and her head rolled back in languid pleasure. I 
wondered what to do next, I could take her now, it 
would be as easy as letting go of her hips, but 
something inside stopped me.

Before I could ponder this dilemma any further Sarah 
abruptly pushed down with all her weight and made the 
choice for me.

I know I was her first, but the sensation of 
penetrating this unbelievably tight, inconceivably hot 
little sex made me feel like it was mine as well.

My mind was blank as she pushed down and I popped into 
her. My legs went numb and heart beat a thousand times 
a minute. She took all of me in her until her thighs 
rested on mine and I felt her light soft blond hair 
tangle and mingle with my coarser black hairs.

No tears in her eyes, only pleasure and slight 
uncomfortableness shown on her face. She stayed like 
that for a while and I moved my hands down between us 
and let my thumbs move up her body slowly.

I just traced her skin softly and when I got to her 
beautiful breasts I cupped them softly and rubbed my 
fingers across her nipples. I pictured in my mind each 
ridge of my fingerprints exciting and agitating her 
nerve endings. I moved my fingers all over her like 
this, so that just the very tip of my skin touched 
hers.

She gasped and rocked and soon started to move up and 
down on top of me.

She started slowly, but she didn't seem to have the 
right position to truly work up a good rhythm. I saw 
the desire growing in her eyes and pushed myself 
forward lifting her up and laying her down on her back.

Sarah. The sixteen year old girl. Emerald green eyes 
bursting with color and passion. Skin; pink as her 
little girl room. Lips red from kissing and biting.

She looked up at me with innocence, desire, lust, and 
love. Her arms came up and wrapped around my strong 
neck. Her legs spread wide and the light scent of her 
sex filling every part of me.

The control I maintained was gone as I slipped inside 
of her.

When her legs wrapped around me I started a rhythm that 
was wild and powerful.

She knew what was happening, she felt me letting go and 
her body bucked and rolled against me instinctually.

Her mouth came up and she bit my shoulder. Her nails 
dug into me as I pushed deep inside of her and our 
bodies pressed together hard and fast.

I felt the sweat on my body and the sweat on hers. I 
felt her ass rise off the bed to meet my thrusts. I 
felt the world spinning and building into one perfect 
moment. I felt the never-ending itch that this girl 
started an hour ago peeking in one brilliant release.

Sarah's continued to bit my shoulder and neck and when 
her mouth reached my ear I could hear her whispering 
over and over, "fuck me fuck me fuck".

Her voice was high pitched and pleading. It put me over 
the edge.

I felt an almost painful searing fire in my belly just 
as I felt Sarah climax. Then I felt my body tighten and 
release as the first surge of my own orgasm hit me.

I was totally unprepared for how powerful my own orgasm 
could be. I felt a million things all at once, her 
body, the cotton sheets, lingering sounds of the part 
outside, her lips on my neck, her quivering tightening 
sex contracting, burning hot cum shooting into the 
sixteen year old girl beneath me. Around me. Inside me.

I awoke cold and frightened out of my mind. I was 
laying on the floor somewhere and the world was 
spinning.

I vaguely heard a girl's voice say "Daddy!"

I froze.

I heard a rough voice say "I just wanted to give my 
best girl a kiss goodnight."

The sound of a quick kiss.

"G'night daddy."

I realized I was on the side of Sarah's bed, the side 
facing the wall. I was naked and covered with blankets.

As I pulled the blankets off my face I saw Sarah's face 
peak over at me.

"You gotta get out of here!"

She was scared and excited.

I stood up and moved to kiss her. She met my lips 
quickly but then turned away, embarrassed now the drug 
of passion had worn off.

"I am going to shower. You better go or we will both be 
dead." she picked up my pants and threw them at me. She 
glanced at me naked body and blushed a deep crimson.

"I... um..." she stopped and looked unsure of what to 
say.

"Just shower. I will get out of here. We... call me 
tonight so I know you are ok."

She jumped up, her teenage exuberance apparently not 
diminished by a few hours of sex play, and I watched 
her cute little butt wriggle over to the pink bathroom.

As I listened to the shower running, I sighed and went 
over the amazingly erotic scene I had just witnessed. 
Then I remembered I was naked in the bed of a sixteen 
year old girl in her parent house with over 30 of the 
most powerful people in New York outside the door.

I jumped out of the bed and quickly dressed nearly 
breaking my neck. As I reached under the bed for my 
tie, I noticed her little pink panties were on the 
floor and the little pink bow had come off of it. As I 
grabbed my tie I picked it up and put it in my pocket.

That night I waited for the call I knew wasn't coming. 
I waited until the sun rose. All the while I fingered 
the little pink ribbon and remembered.

END

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