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My Petite Ballerina
by CovertScribe (covertscribe@gmail.com)

***

For years I had secretly lusted after Allison, my 
teenage dance partner, in ballet class. One fateful 
weekend after she went away to college, my dreams came 
true. (M/F-teen, 1st, mast, oral, anal, rom)

***

1

OK, so it's been a while since I've seen the gorgeous 
young dancer friend of mine, and I'd pretty much given 
up on her since she's gone off to college. Not that 
that stops me from fantasizing about her tight 18 year 
old body every now and then, remembering the night I 
had her alone in my room and rubbed my penis against 
her and came. What an experience, rubbing my hands all 
over her firm, muscular butt and feeling the edge of 
those silky thong panties! But I digress...

To my surprise, on a warm mid-September day I get a 
call on my cell phone from Allison. It's a Friday and I 
have plans with one of my friends that night, but when 
Allison tells me that she needs to get away from 
campus, my plans are immediately canceled. I tell Allie 
that I'll be down right after work and hang up, puzzled 
by the fact that I haven't heard from her in two months 
and now suddenly she wants to see me. Admittedly I'm a 
little eager to leave work, and even sneak out a few 
minutes early. Not that it does me much good, sitting 
in the "2nd worst traffic in the nation." Oh well.

When I get to the campus, it takes me a while to find 
my way to her dorm, but when I get there, I can tell it 
was worth the trouble. There she is, standing on the 
sidewalk. Her once short brown hair is now flowing down 
over her shoulders and her cute little pixie round face 
has a HUGE smile. But what really impresses me is what 
she's wearing. She looks hot! Don't get me wrong...I've 
seen this girl in nothing but tights and a leotard, and 
trust me, that's a really nice sight, but this is the 
first time I've seen Allison in a skirt. Wow! 

Those dance lessons went straight to her legs! They're 
long and nicely tanned and well-shaped, and I can see 
them to halfway up her thighs, with the short, lose 
skirt she's wearing. The skirt is a deep red, and goes 
well with the black stretch top she's wearing that 
shows off her shoulders and her arms...and a little 
cleavage. Now, Allison is pretty small in the tit 
department, but those little mounds are always so pert 
and I've only dreamed of actually seeing them. I've 
looked down her top a few times when she bent over next 
to me at the barre in dance class, but never saw her 
nipples...just the creamy tops of her firm little buds.

As I jump out of the car, she comes running toward me 
and jumps in my arms. Aaaah, this is the old Allison I 
used to know. The one who never could resist cracking a 
smile when I'd show up at ballet. The feeling of her 
small little 104 pound body in my arms is great. Man, 
there's something to be said for girls who can keep the 
weight off. Allison is only about 5'4," so her feet 
swing off the ground as I hold her and she giggles. I 
walk her around and let her into the car, then jump 
into the driver's seat and ask her where she wants to 
go. Suddenly her expression changes.

"I don't know... just somewhere away from here."

"What's wrong," I ask her.

"I'll tell you later. Let's just get out of here," she 
replies, looking suspiciously around.

Being smart enough to take direction, I quickly drive 
off campus and we decide that some food and a movie 
would be great. We stop at the local burger dive for 
burgers, then go to the video store. At Blockbuster 
she's really flirty and sweet, grabbing my hand as we 
walk around, hanging on me, and hugging and nuzzling 
against me a lot. She picks a light comedy and we head 
for my house. It's on the way there that I'm able to 
(holding in my obvious excitement) let Allie know that 
my parents are gone for the weekend, and I have the 
house all to myself. Could this be more perfect?!

The second we get there, Allison wants tea. She always 
wants tea at my house. She thinks it's really classy 
because we use actual teacups and saucers, and have 
sugar cubes. She's very cute about it. Just like a 
little girl playing at grown-up. It's something most 18 
year old girls couldn't pull off, but on her it is 
perfect. So I start boiling the water and get out her 
standard Earl Grey and a packet of Darjeeling for 
myself. We talk in the kitchen while the water boils, 
and she reveals to me the secret of what has been going 
on.

"You remember my boyfriend Keith from high school, 
right? Well, now he's my EX-boyfriend. It didn't take 
even a week of being in college to realize that he 
didn't come anywhere close to these college guys. I 
mean, I want a guy I can discuss business and politics 
and literature with, not some guy who only knows what 
the latest gossip is with all the cheerleaders at my 
old high school. So I told him that I wanted to see 
other people and he got really angry and called me a 
bitch and hung up on me."

"I'm sorry Allie."

"That's not all... so the night I broke up with Keith I 
was really mad and I went to a party with a bunch of 
girls in my dorm. When we got there, everyone just 
wanted to get drunk, and, well, I was mad at Keith so I 
had a few beers and I met this guy who seemed really 
nice. He invited me up to his room, and he tried to get 
me to have sex with him! I said no and stormed out and 
ran all the way home crying. Where have all the nice 
guys gone!"

At this point I reach out to her and grab her in a hug 
and let her continue.

"So I basically was just tired of everyone and stayed 
in my room for the last few weeks, but then that guy I 
met at the party kept coming over and asking me out. He 
won't leave me alone and I finally had to ask one of 
the R.D.'s to tell him I'm not interested. I think 
things are going to be OK. He didn't seem violent, but 
I just needed to get away from there for a few hours."

By this time I have poured the tea, and we take it 
downstairs and put the video in. We eat on the floor of 
my family room, and when we are done, crawl up onto the 
couch. I start rubbing Allie's back and she sort of 
snuggles up against me. I am pretty well-behaved during 
the movie. Eventually she sort of leans back against me 
and I put my right arm around her, hooking my thumb 
into the waistband on her skirt. 

Man I want in there! As she leans her head back against 
my right shoulder I can smell her shampoo and her own 
natural scent on her skin. I gently nuzzle the nape of 
her neck with my nose and she giggles and squirms, so I 
kissed her quickly and tell her, "I adore you, Allie." 
She blushes, and I know that is what she needed to 
hear. She moves one of her hands toward mine, and at 
first I get scared, thinking she didn't want my thumb 
inside her skirt, but she leaves her hand on mine and 
just sort of strokes my fingers gently.

To be honest, I am starting to get a little hard, and 
am glad we are sitting down. I mean, I haven't had any 
contact with a girl in over a year, and now this 
gorgeous young thing is lying in my arms. But I've 
known her for 3 years now and she's never made any move 
toward me, so I figured I was in the "just friends" 
category. Of course, I am a friend who she lets rub his 
hands all over her body under the guise of "a 
therapeutic sport massage," but maybe she likes the 
excitement of that without wanting to do anything with 
me. 

I am suspicious, but I don't want to push things unless 
I have a better idea of what she wants, because having 
a friend to just grope a little is better than having 
nothing at all. So I kiss her on the cheek, knowing 
that is safe because I've done it so much before. She 
smiles. Man, I love her smile! 

When the movie is over, I decide to make a move. I ask 
her if she wants a real massage. Since I've massaged 
her at least half a dozen times, and every time I 
manage to massage her ass and rub the sides of her 
tits, I figure that she knows what she's getting 
herself into with this. 

She consents and starts to lay down on the floor. I 
stop her and tell her that the couch is a sleeper, and 
enlist her help in pulling it out. Once the bed is out 
and she's lying on it, I figure I have it made. Of 
course, my plan is to keep her on this bed all night, 
though she doesn't know that yet. I'm just remembering 
back to the night I rubbed my penis on her, and how she 
fell asleep on my bed and probably would have stayed 
there if she hadn't had a curfew from her parents.

Finally, the gorgeous girl is lying face down on the 
bed, head tilted to the left so she can see the TV. I 
stay out of her view on the right side and start 
massaging her back. After a few initial rubs, I pull up 
the back of her shirt so that I can get at the bare 
skin. She has the most lovely back. She used to have 
really bad acne on it when she was dancing, but it has 
cleared up completely and the skin is smooth and tan. 

Obviously she's been doing some topless sunbathing, 
because there are no tan lines. I knew that, though. 
Her parents have a place on the water with a secluded 
back deck, and she'd already told me she sits out there 
in a bikini and takes the top off when her parents 
aren't home. I've thought countless times of scaling 
the fence to her house so I could see this sight, but 
never have.

So there she is. She has to lift her torso up a little 
so I can move the shirt up to just above her bra strap. 
She's wearing a black lacy bra, and I wonder if she 
didn't pick it out just for me. As I move up to her 
shoulders she lets out a small moan, and I can tell I'm 
in the zone. 

My fingers stretch up and down over the supple skin on 
her back and shoulders, moving down the sides a little 
more each time until I can feel the soft flesh of her 
breast. The last time I did this I was a little scared, 
but this time I boldly ask her if I can unsnap her bra. 
She reaches back to do it, but before she can get her 
hands back there I have it unhinged with one hand.

"Wow," she mumbles, "that must come in handy."

I laugh and agree with her. Now with an entire bare 
back to enjoy, I start to let my hands wander down 
toward her ass. Of course, the BIG question on my mind 
is whether she's wearing thong panties again like the 
last time. I don't know why it turned me on so much. I 
think it was just unexpected because Allison seems so 
shy and conservative to me. But the last time I had 
been massaging her like this, as my hand slipped down 
under the waistband of her pants, I encountered very 
sexy, lacy thong panties that blew me away. 

So now I again move my hands down to the edge of her 
skirt and beyond it. It takes quite a bit of 
maneuvering down under but a few inches under her 
waistband I hit the soft, silky edge of her panties. 
This time I know what to feel for, and I slide my hand 
sideways, following the thin band until it tapers off 
to just a string as it moves around her hip. Yep, thong 
panties. With just a tiny triangle of material right at 
the crest of her ass cheeks. 

I start to massage back and forth, grabbing a little 
more of her butt each time. By the time I've got almost 
my entire hand in her skirt I'm wondering if I've gone 
too far, so I start to pull out, but not without gently 
"assisting" my exit by pulling her skirt down just a 
tad with my other hand and bringing the edge of her 
panties out with me...HOLY COW! Black thong, with a 
frilly silk edge. I LOVE black. The wood in my slacks 
starts throbbing with a life of its own, and now more 
than ever I want in this girl's pants... er... skirt.

Only one way to get there. I move down to her feet, as 
she's already slipped her sandals off. Working my way 
up, it doesn't take me long to get to the edge of her 
skirt, which I slowly push up as I move up, looking for 
signs of resistance from her. To my chagrin, she just 
spreads her legs a little bit so I can continue 
massaging up the inside of her thighs. 

Well, it's not like I haven't been here before! Knowing 
that Allison is probably a lot more shy about being 
seen than being felt, I let the skirt fall over my 
hands as I hit mid-thigh. I ask her some unrelated 
question just to gauge where she's at... no answer. 
She's asleep again! Well, you know what that means... 
free play for Justin! The last time I had her in this 
position I swore I was just going to fulfill a bet my 
friend had made with me to rub my penis against her; 
but once I was there I couldn't stop myself and jacked 
off while groping her, spewing my juice on her leg. 

She never woke up; at least, I don't think she did. But 
here I am again. So I move up a little more 
aggressively now, slowing just as I come into that 
little indentation where the leg hooks into the body. 
I'm so close and I want it SOOOOO much. I'm afraid that 
if I go directly for it, though, I'll go too fast for 
her if she IS awake, and scare her. I definitely don't 
want to do that, so I decide to take it step-by-step. 

First I rub upward on the outside of her thighs, 
continuing up her hips until I hit the thin waistband 
of her thong underwear. Then I go back down and start 
working up the back of her quads, straight up onto her 
ass. I've massaged it before, and even felt a little 
bit of it bare, but not this much. I've got her entire 
luscious ass in my hands. I cup it and knead it, and my 
own arousal starts to send pre-come out of my tip. I 
reach in my pants with one hand to confirm and re-
adjust myself. 

Yep, I'm really wet and really hard. It's time to see 
just how far I can go with this. I move back to the 
inside of her thighs, going for the gold. I start 
massaging in really light, gentle circles, seeking out 
the edge of her panties. As I hit it, I can feel a few 
straggling pubic hairs softly brushing out against me. 
"Does Allison shave?" I wonder.

As softly as I can I brush the back of my fingers over 
her panty covered pussy, just wanting to get an idea of 
what her lips feel like. Much to my shock and absolute 
delight, I feel the heat and dampness that is 
indicative of more than just casual indifference. 
"Allison's pussy is wet!," my mind starts screaming. 
She's still not moving, and my mind races over the 
possibilities. Is she really asleep and this is just 
some sort of automatic physical response to what I've 
been doing? Is she slipping in and out of sleep, but 
enjoying it? Is she faking being asleep just to give me 
the opportunity? 

In any case, I know I need to do something about it. I 
decide I've waited long enough, and I very slowly and 
gently pull her skirt all the way up and drape it over 
her back. I almost cum at the sight under me. Between 
the slightly parted delicious legs, I see the black 
panties, running up the crack of her ass. Her ass is 
absolutely smooth and firm and perfect, just like a 
model. 

I can't help myself and I lean over and get my face 
really close to her ass, peering down into her crotch. 
I can see the smooth skin merging from her ass to her 
labia majora, about a dozen or so short, soft, light 
brown hairs curling out of her panty edges. Her lips 
bulge out amply, stretching the fabric tight across 
them so that I can almost perfectly read what lies 
underneath. 

And there, right in the center, a small dark spot about 
the size of a quarter but somewhat uneven in shape. I 
start to stroke that little dark spot with my finger, 
pressing in a little more firmly, but my dick can stand 
it no longer. I pull it out and begin to tug on it with 
my left hand, as I watch a few drops of pre-cum fall 
onto her ass.

"Might as well rub it in like last time," I think, and 
lean over her with one hand while I guide my tip in 
circles on her ass with the other. I've got to get my 
tip onto her pussy! I reach down a little more firmly 
with my fingers this time and rub outside her hole. The 
moisture on her panties is soaking through onto my 
fingers now, and I reach them up to sniff them. Her 
smell is sweet and just slightly musky. Very nice. 
Probably the best smell I've ever had the pleasure of 
experiencing. 

I lick my fingers... not much taste. Leaning over her 
again with my thighs on the outside of hers and propped 
precariously on my right arm, I gently lower my pelvis 
until my dick rubs in her crack. I move it up and down 
a few times, but I'm already about to come. So I aim 
lower and let my tip slip down onto her pussy lips, 
right where the wetness is. I can feel the heat on my 
prick and I slowly rub it up and down, pushing a little 
harder until I feel her lips part slightly and bulge up 
around me. 

I'm so excited at this point that it only takes a dozen 
strokes before I'm ready to come. Just as I'm about to 
shoot I realize, "Shit! I don't know if she's on the 
pill." I quickly pull back and hold off my eruption, 
and decide to do this the safer way. Crawling down so I 
my face is just inches from her twat, I slip my finger 
under the material and gently let it slip between her 
puffy outer lips. This is just what I need... the 
smell, the feel of her pussy...I pull the material 
aside a little bit and can barely make out two thin, 
twisting inner labia as I shoot my sperm up onto her 
leg. 

I can't control my twitching and don't really care as 
my body shudders with the best orgasm I've had in a 
year. I shoot at least a foot away from my dick, making 
a mess on her left leg and the sheets. When it's done I 
collapse with my face right on her ass and rest for a 
few seconds. Then I quickly get up and run to the 
bathroom to clean both of us up. 

I bring toilet paper in, and gently clean off the back 
of her leg and the sheets, then discretely pull her 
skirt down again and crawl up next to her, wrapping my 
arms around her and letting myself be enveloped by her 
natural scent and that wonderful shampoo. As I spoon my 
beautiful young dancer, I let myself drift off into 
sweet unconsciousness too.



2

"What time is it?" she stirs and asks.

"1 am."

"I should probably get home."

"Why," I ask. There's a long pause. Suddenly she whips 
around with a grin, almost knocking me in the face with 
her head.

"I don't have a curfew," she proudly states.

"Nope, you can just sleep here... it's where all my 
friends sleep."

"But I don't have any clothes to wear, and I don't have 
any of my stuff with me," she counters. I can tell 
she's begging to be convinced to stay.

"You can borrow a pair of my silk pajamas for tonight, 
and I'm sure there's something in my closet you can 
wear tomorrow. I have an extra toothbrush from my 
dentist that you can have, and you can take a shower 
here and borrow all the rest."

She less-than-reluctantly concedes. As we go to my room 
to get her pajamas, she sulks, "it's too bad I don't 
have my pajamas with me...you'd like them." I wonder 
just what she means by that, especially whilst 
displaying such a mischevious little grin, but let it 
go.

While she's changing, I walk into the bathroom to grab 
all the toiletries she will need, and put them into a 
bag for her. We meet out in the hallway and I show her 
that yes, indeed she has everything she needs right 
here. So I walk her into the family room and tuck her 
into bed, wondering what Saturday will bring with this 
young beauty.

Lying in my bed, my dick gets hard again just thinking 
about the girl and what I did only an hour before. I 
start to stroke myself and am on the verge of cumming 
when I hear a faint tap at my door. Before I can 
answer, the door opens and in creeps Allison. She 
stands in front of my bed like a little girl who has 
had a nightmare and says, "Justin, do you mind if I 
sleep in here for just a little bit? I feel weird being 
alone in there." Mind? Do I mind?! I open up the covers 
and let her in, and before I know it, we are both fast 
asleep, clinging to each other.

As I roll in and out of consciousness during the night, 
I am still vaguely aware of her presence. I can feel 
the softness of her body against me and am sure that I 
get hard and press my throbbing dick against her ass 
several times. But as I start to waken in the morning, 
I can't remember whether she pressed herself back 
against me, or was that just a dream. Looking close up 
at the back of her head, I can feel myself wishing she 
were awake so I could talk to her. But as my mind rolls 
over the events of the previous night I start to get 
hard once again. I do my best to avoid thrusting 
against her, so I press myself tightly against her and 
hold my dick against her butt as I spoon her.

But apparently that is enough, because she stretches 
slightly, then excitedly flips over, looking me in the 
eyes, and says, "good morning!." She almost hits me in 
the face with her elbow as she executes this maneuver. 
I respond "good morning" to her and then we lay in 
silence, looking each other in the eyes. I'm not sure 
what to say at this point. I honestly can't tell what 
she's thinking about. Thankfully she helps me out:

"Last night was wonderful." No help.

"Uh... thanks. What do you mean?" I respond.

"You know. [pause, her eyes search mine.] The massage. 
I really liked that. I know I don't tell you, but I 
think you can tell by now that I like the way you touch 
me."

"Well, I really like touching you. You have such an 
awesome body."

"Thanks." And then she does something that shocks me. 
She kisses me. Not a big kiss. Just a light, soft, 
gentle kiss that fills my whole body with warmth. 
That's it. The line has finally been crossed. We are 
now past flirting and into official romantic contact.

Once she had taken this step there was nothing I could 
do but return the favor. So I move back in, pull her 
close to me, and kiss her back. I am a little less 
gentle and held the kiss a little longer. Our lips 
begin to play with each other and then our tongues 
start shyly darting into each others mouths. After a 
few minutes of playful kissing, we both pull back and 
look into the eyes of a new lover. It's always a 
strange experience, and even more so now because 
Allison had for so many years been "just a friend" and 
is now so much more. I am confused. There are questions 
I have to ask.

"So how awake were you last night?"

She giggles. "I was awake the entire time. I just 
wanted to give you a chance to do what you wanted to. 
Well, what *I* wanted you to. [pause] I was awake the 
last time too," and her voice trails off. This little 
vixen. She might be shy, but she certainly isn't 
ignorant.

I smile and start running my hands up and down her 
back, this time boldly slipping them up under her 
shirt. As I run them down over her bare ass I ask her, 
"So why all the secrecy about it? Why not just openly 
let me do it?" She gets really quiet and starts to pull 
away.

"I can't tell you... you'll think it's weird." As she 
turns away from me I start to implore her:

"Please tell me. Honestly, there's nothing you can tell 
me that I think is weird."

"But good girls aren't supposed to."

"Good girls aren't supposed to what?" I ask, now 
starting to get a clue.

"Well, ever since I first met you I've imagined what it 
would be like to... you know... do stuff with you." Her 
voice is so shy and reserved now.

"Allison, there's nothing wrong with imagining. Trust 
me. I've had more than my share of fantasies about 
you!," I comfort her.

"But sometimes I do more than just fantasize. Sometimes 
I... well... I know it's no big deal for guys, but for 
girls... it's just dirty I guess." That was it. Now 
I've got it.

"Allison, have you ever touched yourself (I know from 
previous experience that girls prefer this wording over 
'masturbate') and thought about doing stuff with me?" 
Silence. "Because I have to be honest; I've thought 
about you and touched myself a lot. I've checked you 
out in dance class and stared at your butt and your 
breasts. 

Each time you'd bend over at the barre I'd try to see 
down your top. And each time I massaged you I was 
really just try to feel you up." I can feel her take a 
deep breath and relax. "Heck, Allison, the last time I 
massaged you I got so excited that I masturbated right 
there next to you, and then I did it again last night. 
I masturbate about you all the time because you're so 
damn hot. I hope that doesn't offend you."

It works. She doesn't say anything but she flips over 
and we start kissing again. And for the first time it 
is HER hands wandering all over ME. She traces down my 
chest, opening my top button by button, then letting 
her hand wander down to the golden spot. She holds my 
dick in her hand, looked me in the eyes, and says, "I 
don't want you to have to do this for yourself anymore" 
and begins stroking me. 

I wish I could say that we instantly ventured into hour 
upon hour of hardcore sex, but that doesn't happen. I 
am too keyed up. Here is this girl I have fantasized 
about for several years without anything happening, and 
now all of a sudden things are going full speed. She 
reached her hand inside my pajama pants, stroked my 
bare shaft a couple dozen times, and I spew all over 
her fingers and my stomach, much to our mutual 
satisfaction.

With a satisfied moan, she nuzzles up against me and we 
fall back asleep, enjoying the glow of our first overt 
sexual experience. This time our cuddling is a little 
more intimate than it has ever been. I had gently 
slipped my hand up her top, and as I slip in and out of 
consciousness I slowly play with that nipple that has 
evaded me for so long. It is small and hard in my 
fingers. I can tell she is enjoying just having my hand 
there and wonder how many nights she has spent alone, 
touching herself, imagining this moment.


3

Eventually the sounds of life and a sunbeam on our 
faces wake us both back up. After lazily nuzzling and 
running our hands on each other's bodies for a few 
minutes, we start to discuss what we should do. Of 
course, having crossed that line between friends and 
lovers, I'm sure we are both thinking about just how 
far past that line we will go and how we will get 
there. As I lovingly nibble and suck on her neck, I 
suggest that we should get up and figure out what to do 
with our Saturday.

"Like what?" she queries unhelpfully.

"I don't know. I guess we should start with a shower. 
Do you want to go first or should I?"

"Well... I don't care I guess," and she sort of 
blushes.

I jump in, sensing her thought. "Or we could just 
shower together. I mean, if you want?"

She giggles, smiles a little wickedly and asks if I am 
sure that no one will walk in on us. I assure her that 
we are quite alone in the house. I remember my days in 
college and the feeling of NEVER having any privacy, 
and can understand why she is so insecure about it.

So I throw the covers off of us as she whines and 
pretends to be put out. I roll over her, tickling her 
as I go, and stand up. Looking down at my sweet little 
angel, I can't believe how lucky I am. I want to take a 
picture of this moment because it is just so perfect. 
If I'm not careful, I am going to fall in love with 
this girl. She is just so young and sweet and 
wonderful. I grab her hands and pull her up next to me 
and start to lead her toward the bathroom.

When we get in there, we are both a little unsure of 
what to do. Even though we've touched each other all 
over due to our years of ballet partnering with each 
other, we've never seen each other even close to naked. 
So after I flip on the lights, pull her into the 
bathroom, and shut the door behind her, I make some 
nervous small chat as I reach into the tub and turn the 
water on. I ask her if she likes her showers really hot 
or cold and she said 'hot'. Great. 

So we both stand there talking like idiots, waiting for 
the water to warm. When it is warm and I pull the 
little lever, sending the water up into the shower 
nozzle, we no longer have an excuse. We are either 
going to get naked together or chicken out. I figure I 
am WAY too old to back out. After all, I've done this 
before with several other girlfriends. So I ask her to 
check the water one last time, which she does, and then 
ask, "Are you ready?"

"Yes," she replies, eyes down guiltily.

I tilt her chin up and said, "Allison, you are so 
beautiful.," and kiss her lightly on the lips. Then I 
begin undoing her top, button by button, at last 
slipping her top off her tan shoulders and to the 
floor. I am thrilled (and instantly hard) at the sight 
of her small mounds. Actually, they aren't so small 
anymore. Obviously once she stopped dancing she put on 
a little weight, and a lot of it went to her breasts, 
which are a nice, small B-cup. They are incredibly 
firm, sitting high up on her chest with tight, bright 
pink areola. At this point I can no longer hide my 
erection, which is poking straight out at Allison, so I 
decide to make a joke of it. 

"Well, I guess you can tell I really find you 
attractive." She giggles and reached out to touch it. 
She gets a little braver, pushing my top off my 
shoulders and then pulls my pajama bottoms and 
underwear off in one motion. So there I am, standing in 
front of her with my erection sticking straight out. 
I'm not going to lie and say I have a 12 inch monster 
penis. Mine is an average 6 inches. It looks pretty 
much like any other penis. I try to keep it well 
groomed, trimming the hair down close on top with 
scissors and shaving my balls. Well, she seems to like 
whatever she sees, as she smiles and grabs it again. 
But I am going crazy and reached out, pulling down her 
pajama bottoms but being careful to leave her panties 
on.

I really love the look of a girl in panties and these 
black thong ones are great. They are tiny in front, and 
it is obvious that she keeps things groomed too. I 
supposed she would have learned to do that long ago, 
wearing a leotard every day. As she is playing with my 
penis, I reach out and rub her mound, enjoying the 
feeling of the silkiness as she spreads her legs for 
me. I push my fingers in around her hole and can tell 
that she is wet again. "It feels like YOU'RE turned on 
too. I'm glad I'm not the only one."

She laughs and says, "Come on. Let's get in the shower 
or we'll spend all day here." I wouldn't mind spending 
all day playing with her pussy, but before I have a 
chance she pulls off her panties and jumps in the 
shower.

As soon as we get in she starts splashing around and 
having fun. My old Allison is back... Well... except 
that she is now naked. But to be honest I almost forget 
about that, what with her playfulness and teasing. 
Shoot! I can feel myself starting to develop feelings 
for this girl again. "Push them to the side. Just have 
fun, Justin." So I give in to my 'voice of wisdom', 
grab her, and hold her directly under the shower head, 
getting her completely soaked. Big deal. We are taking 
a shower after all. But it is still a fun game.

After a few minutes we decide we should get down to 
business. Allison seems as impressed with my collection 
of exotic body soaps and shampoos as she had been of 
our tea selection the first time I opened our tea 
caddy. She puts the same amount of effort in selecting 
her soaps as a little child would in picking out a 
favorite candy at the candy shop; and looks just as 
cute doing it. She asks me for several bits of advice 
on how various gels, powders and bars 'work', opens and 
sniffs several, and finally settles on a good lavender 
shampoo and conditioner, and a brisk minty body wash. 
Mint and lavender. Very nice choice together. I am 
impressed. I also know that the mint will be a mild 
stimulant on her skin; at least, I am hoping so. 

I start with the shampoo, figuring that I could then 
let the conditioner soak in while I am cleaning the 
rest of her body. It didn't look like it really needed 
much cleaning, but who am I to argue with a girl who is 
going to let me touch her literally everywhere. I pull 
her out of the nice warm rain of water, to her mild and 
pouty protest, so that I can get to work. I grab the 
shampoo bottle, turn it upside down and squirt a 
liberal amount of the thick, translucent gel into my 
open palm, and get to work. I have to admit right now 
that I LOVE shampooing a girl's hair. 

Actually, I love playing with it in general. Cutting 
it, styling it, brushing it, burying my face in it. 
There's something about nice, long girl-hair that is 
just so feminine. I guess it brings out the caveman in 
me because I kind of want to grab her by the hair and 
just fuck the hell out of her. But I hold back in this 
case, being tender and gentle. After I've thoroughly 
sudsed her now very dark brown hair (my mind wanders 
for a brief second, wondering why hair changes color in 
water), I switch places with her, placing her in the 
nice warm jets and helping her to rinse all the shampoo 
out. 

Swapping once again, I begin the same procedure, 
started at the tips of her hair and enjoying it just as 
much, and making sure to give her a nice long scalp 
massage when I get to the top. She moans audibly and 
closes her eyes. I LOVE having that effect on her.

And of course this has all prepped her very nicely for 
the hands-on scrubbing that is to follow. She turns her 
back to me, pulling her hair over her shoulder and 
giving me a nice look at that incredibly tight ass of 
hers. I grab the loufa, squirt some of the body wash 
into it, and begin to work it into a lather. As I look 
down her body I can feel a little bit of power surging 
into my penis again. I'm going to enjoy this. A lot.

I start with her shoulders, gently massaging them, and 
slowly move down her back. Then I go back up and work 
my way down her arms, from her smooth shoulders to the 
tips of her small, childlike fingers. She surprises me, 
leaning back against me as if she were luxuriating in a 
bathtub, exposing her whole front to me. My penis 
continues to grow hard as it slides up her back now. I 
start running the sponge in circles around her stomach, 
suddenly shy myself for some reason. As my circles grow 
bigger, I can feel her anticipation grow, and 
eventually she surprises me by gently moving my hands 
up to her breasts. 

Her eyes are closed in obvious enjoyment as I slowly 
move the rough sponge over her breasts with one hand, 
then follow with my other. The nipples on the buds of 
her small "barely B" tits are getting really hard, and 
I take some time to divert from the shower for a 
moment. I start to use my free hand to gently pinch and 
flick her right nipple. This is met with a several 
sharp intakes of breath and then a long sigh. I guess 
that's a good thing, so I go a little further, 
stretching the nipple out and then pinching it and 
letting it snap back into place. Her body shudders and 
"oh Justin" escapes from her lips. Wow. It appears 
Little Aliie might like it rough. 

Now, of course, I'm really eager to "get on to the good 
stuff." After slowly thrusting my hips against her 
slippery ass a few times, letting my prick slide up and 
down it, I regretfully pull away, bringing the loofa 
around to her ass. The scent of mint is now filling the 
air, and I'm hoping it has the intended effect on her 
body as I finally get the good groping of her butt that 
I've imagined in pretty much every dance class for the 
last several years. And let me tell you, I'm not 
disappointed. It is so tight and muscular. Just like 
those gymnasts you see on TV. As I run my fingers into 
her crack she squeezes my hand with a fierceness that 
surprises me. "Man, if only my dick were right here, 
she could really..." my thoughts trail off. "Later. 
Later."

As I get down to the base of her cheeks and between 
them, I can start to feel her pussy hair. Gently 
trailing my finger forward I can feel her lips for the 
first time. They're soft and practically hairless as I 
probe in between them, I can feel her slick oil oozing 
out. It's not surprising to me that her juices are 
flowing, but gratifying at the same time. She gets 
really quiet and her breathing almost stops as I reach 
around and begin shampooing her barely carpeted mound, 
and move down the front. 

I start to rub her pussy in circles with all four 
fingers pressed flat against her, then move the loofa 
into the same place so that she can enjoy the differing 
textures and sensations. I'm getting a little worked up 
myself, and don't want to make it overly obvious that 
all I care about at this moment is that hole between 
her legs, so I start to move down her powerful thighs.

I get down on my knees, now face to face with her ass, 
and give her two kisses, one on each cheek. I'd rather 
bite right into that luscious thing, but I don't want 
to shock her too much at the moment. When I get down to 
her feet she turns around so that she can use my head 
for balance. Placing her left hand on top of me, she 
picks up her right foot and offers it to me, at the 
same time offering me a great view of her pussy. I can 
finally see the short brown hairs on her pussy mound, 
trimmed into a small triangle and pointing down toward 
her lips. Her outer lips appear small, with two 
perfectly shaped inner lips that are a little darker in 
color sticking out past them.

I quickly scrub both feet, hardly ever taking my eyes 
off her vagina until I come back up, double checking 
each spot. By the time I'm standing I'm rubbing her 
pussy again, both from the front and the back. She 
still is too shy to look at me and keeps her eyes 
closed as I rub her chest and then embrace her to rub 
her back. I whisper in her ear, "So did you like that?" 
There is a long pause and I pull back, worried that 
she's upset. "Allison?" I probe.

Finally, very meekly she states, "It tingles. All over. 
I especially like how it feels right on my clit. Here, 
you feel." And she wipes some of the soap off her body 
onto her hand, grabs my dick, and rubs it into my tip. 
Holy crap. I'm ready to shoot through the roof. I 
didn't even know she knew words like clit, but then to 
add that to her stroking me? And she is right. The 
stuff does give you a really nice tingle. I can no 
longer take it. 

I reach down and in one motion pick her up, slam her up 
against the wall with her feet dangling off the ground, 
and have my prick right at her entrance. We started 
kissing madly, with my tip slipping up and down the 
entrance to her cunt. I bet her 'clit' is sure tingling 
now. She is so light, my little Allison doll. All those 
years of ballet partnering and I can still hold her up 
in the air like she is a little baby. I've never wanted 
her so badly.

God I want to slam into her with all my strength. My 
breath is raging out of me like a bull and my entire 
body is trembling with lust. But I don't want Allison's 
first time to be like this. It should be an act of 
gentleness and loving, and not just wild, abandoned 
lust... That will come later. So I ease her slowly down 
from the shower wall, hoping I won't later regret my 
tenderness. I take a deep breath and say, "Wow. OK, why 
don't you soap me, and then we can get out of this 
water before we get all pruney." I hope I'm not hurting 
her feelings, since that is the last thing I intend.

She seems to understand, though, and after taking a 
similar moment to collect herself, she switches 
somewhat awkwardly back into perky little Allison and 
questions me as to what soap and shampoo I want. Now, 
normally I just use a bar soap and some cheap Suave 
shampoo, but I want this experience to be long and 
sensual for me as well.

Our first problem is the height difference. The top of 
her head comes up to the tip of my chin, so there's 
very little chance she's going to be able to wash my 
hair without some adjustment. So I lean back against 
the far wall of the shower and scoot down it a bit, 
giving her access to my head with a little adjustment. 
She grabs the same shampoo I used on her and slowly 
lathers it into my short hair, smiling at me lovingly 
as she does it. 

The attention feels great. I so seldom get that kind of 
touching or cuddling anymore. When she's done, she 
leads me blindly over to the showerhead to rinse off, 
then pulls me back and guides me out of the water so 
she can soap me down. She follows much of the same 
pattern, standing on her toes to rub my shoulders, and 
guiding the sponge down my back. She giggles as she 
runs the loofa over my butt, carefully and somewhat 
reservedly pushing it between my cheeks, and then on 
down my legs. After she has finished my legs, she asks 
me to turn around and starts to run her soapy hands 
over my chest, obviously to her own enjoyment as well 
as mine. My penis has gone mostly limp by now, giving 
it a nice, full look without making it look erect. 

Her hands move lower and lower down my stomach, then 
avoiding my groin completely, she washes the places on 
the front of my thighs that she had missed when washing 
from the back. She pushes up on her toes for a quick 
peck, my penis brushing her stomach as she leans in, 
then looking me straight in the eyes, she circles 
around my crotch until my penis is in her hands. I can 
tell she's almost embarrassed to look at it. She's such 
a strange dichotomy. Mostly shy, cute, and girlish, but 
every so often coming out with something that blows my 
socks off. She is about to do it again.

Her rubbing and scrubbing of my penis starts to get me 
hard again, and I grow firm in her hands. I tell her, 
"It's OK to look at it if you want to." She looks down 
at it, and then unexpectedly gets down on her knees so 
that my cock is eye level with her face. She stretches 
the skin around, reaches under and feels my balls... 
basically examining it as a child might examine a new 
bug or plant they had found while exploring out in the 
backyard. My heart flutters a little looking down at 
this angelic woman-child, intently exploring me for the 
first time.

As she holds it in her hand examining it, she leans 
forward and gives me a little kiss on my tip. And then 
she does something I never would have expected. She 
leans forward and in one single motion takes a good 
portion of it right into her mouth. "Holy crap!" is all 
I can think as she slowly slips back off of me.

She looks up at me with those sweet, innocent eyes and 
asks me, "Do you like that, Justin?" as if it were a 
legitimate 'yes or no' question.

"Of course I do," I tell her. "It's one of the best 
feelings I've ever had." And it is. Before I can even 
think, she takes a deep breath and goes back in for 
more, slowly taking almost every inch of my prick in 
her mouth. I have no idea how she does it with that 
tiny mouth of hers, but somehow she manages. The sight 
of my dick slipping in and out of this barely legal 
little ballerina's face makes my blood boil. I can feel 
her tongue working my tip each time she pulls out.

She starts increasing the pace. With one hand anchored 
on the base of my penis, the other slips between my 
legs and starts gently rolling my balls around. "You're 
going to make me come again!."

"Good," she smiles and says in between strokes.

"But wait. I want to do something for you," I protest.

"You already did."

"When?"

"Last night, after you went to sleep. I couldn't help 
myself. I touched myself as I felt your body pressed up 
against me and I came harder than I ever have before."


That is all it takes, and the next thing I know, I'm 
spraying my load all over her face. She not only takes 
it like a champ, she seems to enjoy the experience of 
my manjuice running down her chin.

"Wow. I've never done that before." Allison seems 
somewhat stunned. I wish I had a picture. OK, let's be 
honest. I wish I had a video. With plenty of close-ups.


4

After another quick soaping to get all the sex juices 
off of both of us, we are out of the shower, and 
sharing one of my oversized black towels. It feels so 
nice to have her body pressed flat against mine as I 
wrap the towel tightly around the two of us. She 
wiggles her toes in the fuzzy bathmat and shivers. 
Suddenly her arms break out in goosebumps. Wow, this 
girl even makes goosebumps look adorable. As I reach 
over to flip the heater on, I see our image in the 
mirror. There she is... MY Allie. Naked and wrapped up 
with me. There's almost an artistic beauty in it, to 
me.

But the setting is ephemeral. Soon she is bouncing 
around, excited to get dressed and start the day's 
adventures. She drags me by the hand back to my room 
and asks me if she can borrow something out of my 
closet. She promises not to take anything nice. (as if 
I care!)

I tell her to help herself to anything in my closet 
while I return to the bathroom to brush my teeth and 
comb my hair. When I come back in I can't believe it. 
She even makes my sweats and an old t-shirt look hot. I 
grab her, sliding my hands into the sweats and feeling 
her sexy thong panties, rubbing noses with her and 
grunting. "God you're hot!"

"You too!." She runs her hands on my chest. "Here. I 
picked out some clothes for you." She has a nice pair 
of jeans and a casual looking Abercrombie shirt waiting 
for me. While I'm dressing she flits off to the 
bathroom and does whatever girls do in there, coming 
out with a big smile and her hair in a ponytail. Within 
5 more minutes we are dressed and out the door, with a 
city guide in hand.

"What do you want to do today?" I ask her in the car.

"Well, at some point I'd like to get some stuff from my 
dorm, if that's alright with you."

"Of course. Do you want go now, or can we do that 
later?"

"Later is fine. Whenever it's convenient." She smiles 
at me.

"OK, let's go get some breakfast then."

We head to the nearest Denny's and have a quick, casual 
meal, deciding that we want to head to the historical 
area of our city, where there are parks, museums, and 
such. As I munch on some toast (I never was a big eater 
in the morning) she shows off her voracious appetite. 
How in the world does this girl stay so tiny? Eggs, 
bacon, pancakes. It's all on her plate. But only for a 
few minutes. I'm so busy pouring over the city guide 
and discussing ideas that I don't even realize till the 
waitress comes that Allison has cleaned her plate. What 
a good girl. Now at least she's not depriving some 
child in Ethiopia, or whatever it was our parents used 
to tell us.

Somehow she convinces me to go to the anthropology 
museum. Now, I think this place is boring as heck, 
remembering all the times I had to go there as a kid on 
fieldtrips. But Allison is pretty sure she wants to be 
an anthro major and this kind of stuff really gets her 
off, so I agree. A happy Allison now will mean a happy 
Justin later.

We walk through the museum as quickly as I can subtly 
urge her. Every so often she exclaims something like, 
"Oh look, there's australopithecine." Great. I'm 
thrilled. OK, not really. By the time we've gotten to 
the other side of the museum, it's more than 2 hours 
later and I'm ready to fall over I'm so bored. But as 
we are examining one of the last exhibits, She stands 
really close to me, rubbing her body against mine, and 
says, "You know Justin, I really appreciate you coming 
here with me. I know this isn't your thing, and you're 
probably totally bored."

"No, it was kind of interesting," I lie.

"Sure," she intones suspiciously as she puts her arm 
around my waist. "That's sweet of you. You not only 
come, you even pretend to like it. I appreciate that." 
Her arm that was around my waist starts to get a little 
more flirty, gently slipping back and rubbing up and 
down my butt. "I bet there are some things about these 
'cavemen' as you call them that you would find kind of 
interesting."

"Like what?" I query.

"Like the fact that they had exceptionally large 
penises." She looks up at me devilishly. "You know 
Justin, I think that you might be part caveman." Her 
free hand slips around front and gently feels for my 
cock. It instantly starts throbbing at the attention. 
"I really should check to make sure you aren't part 
caveman. You could be the missing link. I might become 
famous because of you!." By now her hand has slipped 
inside my zipper and is undoing the buttons on my silk 
boxers. "Hmmm... I don't know. Look at that model over 
there. I think you're MUCH larger than he is. You must 
come from an earlier era." By now she's made it into my 
boxer shorts and has my bare cock in her hand. All the 
while she's been gripping and massaging my butt.

I can't believe this sudden burst of sexual energy from 
her. I'm enjoying it, but at the same time I'm 
admittedly freaked out that someone is going to come 
in. I tell her that and she grabs my hand, taking me 
around the corner into a tiny little alcove that you 
would probably walk right by normally. She pushes me 
back a little further into the alcove, so that I'm out 
of sight and says, "You did something for me by putting 
up with me this whole afternoon. Now it's time for 
payback!."

One of us needs to keep watch in case someone comes in, 
so a BJ is out of the question. But she gently pops my 
dick out of my pants and begins stroking it with quite 
a bit of zeal. I want to get off. I really do. She has 
me horny as hell. But the whole 'being in public' thing 
really has me unsettled. "Relax," she whispers in my 
ear, and kisses me softly. I close my eyes and give 
myself up to her completely. I can feel the softness of 
her small hands on my shaft. She has a good rhythm on 
my dick, stroking and giving it a small twist at the 
same time. She does about a dozen short, quick strokes, 
then one or two nice, long, slow ones. Her pace 
increases faster and faster. 

Then I feel something wet on my dick. I open my eyes to 
see her reaching into her own panties for lube. Oh my 
God that's sexy!!! She increases the stroking speed and 
I lean back against the wall. I'm done for. My man milk 
goes flying out several feet from me, landing on the 
floor at her feet in several large bursts. The 
remaining bit dribbles down my tip, onto her hand. She 
pulls her sweats down a little, pulls her panties out, 
and uses the material from her panties to wipe off both 
my dick and her hand. Another minute later we are 
exiting the museum with smiles on both our faces, 
having left our contribution to Anthropology on the 
floor in the corner. Gee. I hope no one slips.


5

We exit the museum hand in hand, trying to control our 
laughter. But it keeps popping out in the form or 
snorts and other odd noises. As we cross by the stern 
looking guard at the door, Allison can't contain 
herself any longer and busts out with wild giggling. 
The guard gives her an even sterner look, but what can 
he do? It's not as if we are stealing anything and most 
likely our crime will go completely unnoticed and be 
mopped away by a janitor that night.

There's a wonderful park and garden outside the 
building, and we spend a good part of the afternoon 
just romping around, stopping only long enough to get 
hotdogs from a cart vendor setup nearby. I have to 
admit that this is one of the most relaxing afternoons 
I've spent in a very, VERY long time. In college I 
always had the pressure of my studies, and then I got a 
job right away and had even more stress. I was promoted 
recently to a management position and had been 
struggling just to keep everything under control. 

This is probably the first time I've just lived in the 
moment since I was a carefree teenager. And it feels 
great. The sun in my face. A rambunctious young girl 
beside me. Beautiful gardens filled with every kind of 
fragrant flower you can think of. It's about as close 
to perfect as I can imagine, and I'm a little reluctant 
to go when Allison suggests that we head to her school 
to get her stuff. But I agree, remembering that we have 
other more private plans that evening. At least, I do.

As we drive along, she suddenly gets quiet. I ask her 
what she's thinking about. "Oh, just what we did 
earlier in the museum. I really liked that. To tell you 
the truth, I've wanted to do something like that do you 
for a long time."

I'm a little surprised with her candor, but teasingly 
egg her on: "And what else have you thought about 
doing?"

"Well, I've always wanted to feel you get hard in my 
hand."

"You think about these things?"

"When I'm alone at night, yeah. Is that bad?"

I ignore the last comment. "Well, maybe you'll get your 
chance tonight," I goad her with a smile. Before the 
words have hardly slipped out of my mouth, though, when 
she reaches over, unzips my pants, and has her hand 
back on my dick for the second time in an hour. 
Amazingly my penis jumps to life at the attention, 
doing exactly what she had wanted... growing from 
completely flaccid to a raging hard-on right in her 
hand.

"Hey, what are you doing? You can't do that while I'm 
driving!"

"I don't know. You seemed to enjoy it earlier!." She 
immediately starts stroking me as before. And even 
though I've just gotten off, for some reason I'm even 
more worked up now. Maybe it's the thrill of her doing 
it while I'm driving. I have to admit that with all my 
experience, this is a first for me. There are cars all 
around us on the freeway. Anyone taking a close look 
could probably see what she is doing as she is leaning 
in toward me.

To make things even worse, she starts nibbling on my 
ear, blowing in it and acting VERY un-Allison like. All 
I can figure is that Allison is one of these girls who 
was a 'good girl' for so many years that there is a 
seething volcano of sex just waiting to burst out. I 
can feel her breath, hot, as her tongue snakes in and 
out of my ear canal, and just between you and me, I'm 
just on the edge of crashing the car.

On the other end, her fingers are examining my prick 
carefully, pinching my tip and pressing drops of pre-
cum out of it. She then runs her index finger in 
circles my tip, rubbing my juice into my skin. As her 
circles get bigger, her fingers run down onto the 
sensitive spot below my tip. She senses the jolt in my 
body as she runs her fingers across it, and decides to 
get a little aggressive. 

Now tugging on my earlobe with her teeth, her fingers 
pinch my sensitive spot between her thumb and 
forefinger and start rubbing it quickly in little 
circles. Damn she's good! No girl has ever figured out 
this spot on me before. I can no longer hold my 
excitement in and start to groan louder and higher as 
her manipulations of my ear and penis skin get more and 
more aggressive. "Oh yeah, do it, do it," she coaches 
me on. 

I certainly am in no position to contradict her. Within 
moments the white goo is oozing out of my dick and all 
over her hand again. As it comes out, she moans with 
satisfaction in my ear.

"Hey, we have to quit doing this. I really owe YOU 
one," I promise her. "Well, more than one!" I think for 
a moment. "Hey Allison, really. Let me make this up to 
you. Tonight, let's have a formal dinner. Let's get 
dressed up and I'll make something more for you than 
just fancy tea." 

She curls up against me lovingly, still holding my 
penis in her hand. She is almost cooing in my ear, she 
seems so satisfied. I can tell this is going to be a 
good evening and just enjoy the connection to her as we 
exit the freeway. When we start to get close to her 
campus she seems to sense my thoughts and disconnects 
from me so that she can clean me up before we get 
there. I guide her to some napkins in the glove box, 
and within a minute we are cleaned up and zipped up, 
and all ready to face her school.


7-8

I pull into the parking lot right outside her dorm. I 
notice the signs about parking permits and she tells me 
not to worry. They only check during class hours when 
it is really busy. Well, I've trusted her several times 
today. I guess I might as well continue. I have to 
admit, I hang back a little as she leads from the car 
toward the front door of her dorm. There are now people 
around her that she knows, and I have no idea where we 
stand. I don't want to do anything that would make her 
uncomfortable.

I hold the door open for her as we go inside, passing 
someone she says 'hi' to on the way. We step up to the 
elevator and she presses the 'up' button. I have no 
idea where we are going. The doors instantly open and 
we walk in. In my head I'm secretly thinking 'close... 
close... close...' to the doors, hoping that no one 
else will join us and lead to an awkward conversation. 
Sure enough, they do, and as soon as they do, Allison 
presses up against me, front to front, wrapping her 
arms around me. She looks up at me, "Are you OK with 
this?"

"Of course," I say. "Are you?"

"Yeah. It's just kind of strange. I'm not sure how to 
act with you around."

"Well, Allison, I think you should do whatever you 
feel. I promise I won't be offended." By then the doors 
had opened and we are all the way up on the 12th floor 
where her room is. She looks at me, pauses a moment, 
then reaches out for my hand and pulls me running down 
the hall and giggling. Apparently she no longer cares 
if we are seen together because as she is opening the 
door to her room her neighbor spots her and starts 
talking to her. As they are talking, Allison pulls my 
arm around her and places it on her waist. Her friend 
notices but doesn't say anything. When they are done 
she takes me by the hand and leads me into her room.

Her roommate is there, and I am introduced as 'her 
friend Justin'. The entire time Allison is practically 
hanging on me, in a very adorable way. She will 
obviously have some explaining to do to her roommate 
when she gets back on Monday. In the meantime, she's 
having a great time using me as her personal valet, 
handing me things to pack up for her ranging from 
clothing to toiletries. While I'm arranging them she 
sneaks behind me and slyly pulls some items out of a 
drawer and slips them into the bag I had already 
packed. "Hey, what are you doing there?" I query her.

"Nothing," she slyly giggles. After a few quick 
instructions to her roommate regarding the care of her 
fish and such things, we are out the door, with Allison 
continuing to hold hands with me while I carry her 
overnight bag over my shoulder. Once we get out of the 
building she asks me if I mind stopping by one of her 
buildings so she can double check the homework 
assignment for Monday. I agree, with the stipulation 
that we drop off her bag at my car first so my arm 
doesn't fall off.

Walking directly through campus as the sun starts to 
set, I am almost getting the impression that Allison is 
showing me off. While I feared that our time here would 
be secretive and distant, it is just the opposite. It 
is as if everyone wants to see her new 'guy'. We make a 
trip to the building where she looks at a sheet of 
paper posted on a door and says, "Oh, OK... it hasn't 
changed." I had a feeling it hadn't and this was just 
an excuse. But if it's an excuse for her to show me 
off, that's fine with me.

Back at the car, she cuddles up against me and kisses 
me quickly on the lips, saying, "Thanks for all that 
Justin. I really needed that." I let her in the car and 
we are off to the store.


9

I really want to surprise her with dinner, so after 
finding out what she simply can't or won't eat 
(apparently she's allergic to fish... fine with me), I 
leave her to wander the store while I gather the 
ingredients. Chicken, some spices, some side dishes. 
And then my specialty. Eggs, whipping cream, sugar, 
some very dark Belgian chocolate. Oh, and strawberries. 
Gotta have the strawberries. I'm pretty sure my parents 
have everything else at home. Dessert is going to be my 
special treat tonight. I love dessert. It's my favorite 
part of the meal. Always has been. We also grab a few 
DVDs in case we want to watch something later.

When we get home Allison at first tries to insinuate 
herself into the cooking, but I make it clear to her 
that this is a surprise for her since she has been so 
great to me today. (I don't say, "Because you get me 
off so hard.," but that of course is what I'm 
thinking.) We agree that it's probably better for her 
to get to some of that homework anyway, so she pulls 
all her books and papers out of her travel bag and sets 
herself up on the floor in the living room, centered 
within a circle of academia.

I leave Allison amid a maelstrom of books and papers 
while I set off to the kitchen to begin working on 
dinner. The chicken is tossed into a frying pan first 
since that takes the longest. I like to slow cook it in 
spices. I think it really brings out the flavor. While 
that's going I pull out a can of corn and a bowl to 
toss the salad in. Shredding a head of lettuce, 
carrots, and some cheese makes a nice looking display 
in my mom's crystal salad bowl, and that leaves me with 
just the potatoes to do before dinner is ready. A quick 
peel and some mashing, and then a trip to the microwave 
with butter and a little pepper leaves me finished with 
dinner. But not with dessert.

I want a smooth transition from dinner to dessert, so I 
crack the Belgian chocolate into a bowl and put it in 
the microwave for just a few seconds to melt it. 
Meanwhile I start whipping the eggs and cream together 
and add a little sugar. Finally the chocolate and a 
teaspoon of instant coffee are added and bingo... my 
favorite chocolate mousse. I pour it into two crystal 
dessert dishes to chill in the refrigerator. I love my 
mom's kitchen. Cooking is a 'bored housewife' hobby for 
her, so she has anything you could ever want and a ton 
of stuff I have no idea how to even use. I peak my head 
into the living room. "Allison, dinner's going to be 
ready in about 5 minutes."

"Oh crap!." She jumps up. "Why didn't you give me more 
warning?"

"I wanted you to study. Anyway, what's the big deal?"

"I want to dress up nice for you."

"OK, well let's say you have 10 minutes then."

"But you have to dress up too."

"Well, I have to watch the food so it doesn't burn," I 
remind her. "Why don't you pick something out for me 
and bring it up here." I have enough shirts and ties in 
my closet from work that I'm sure she'll be able to 
find something appropriate. She agrees to the plan and 
runs off in a flurry to get ready.

I return to my cooking, eager to finish the last leg of 
it after an hour's work. I pour a little cream into the 
frying pan with the chicken, in order to make the 
sauce, then turn my attention to setting the table. We 
will be eating in the formal dining room tonight 
instead of the kitchen nook where we normally eat.

I really love the look and feel of this room. 
Everything is a deep mahogany, currently accented with 
whites and greens. The white tablecloth is already 
down, covered with the green runner and green 
placemats. My mom keeps everything out as if company 
could come at any minute. She says it's good planning. 
I think it's just to show off.

I open the half sized cabinet in the corner and pull 
out the nice plates... the bone china with the gold 
gilded rim. Crystal wine and water glasses follow, and 
full silver place settings. I seat us across from each 
other rather than at the ends of the table. The latter 
may be more formal, but I don't want to have to shout 
just to talk to Allison. I'd rather have her within 
talking (and touching!) distance. It only takes me a 
few seconds to have everything set up. Salad plate on 
dinner plate; forks on the left and spoon and knife on 
the right; dessert spoon at the top; wine and water 
glasses at the top right. Napkin folded dramatically in 
her wine glass. "Almost there. Almost there," I coach 
myself in my head.

Just then I hear behind me, "I put your clothes in the 
main bathroom," but before I can turn around, she's 
gone again. As I duck around the corner and look toward 
the stairwell, all I see is her bare back and a flash 
of what I think are black panties. Black panties! God 
damn it I love black panties! Now I'm really looking 
forward to this dinner. 

I turn back to the table to see what's missing. Drinks. 
I grab a bottle of martinellis from the cupboard, and 
fill a pitcher with water and ice. Looking over 
everything, I think I'm ready to go change. Shit, the 
flowers. Um... OK, I can do this. I grab a vase out of 
my mom's china cabinet and run out the back door into 
her garden, grabbing the pruning shears she keeps in 
her little shed. I clip a few very full dahlias, drop 
them into the vase, and run back into the house. I 
wonder if my mom will notice. Probably. Oh well. I get 
a little water into the vase and drop it onto the 
table. Just then Allison comes around the corner.

I don't know how she did it in a little over 10 
minutes, but holy crap she looks good. Her hair is now 
swept up off her neck and twisted in an elaborate 
braided pattern on top of her head. She has small, 
glittering earrings on and a simple matching pendant 
rests on her bare flesh in the space between her 
breasts that the plunged neckline of her simple black 
dress allows. 

I've heard that every girl has a little black dress 
that they look and feel really good in. This is surely 
hers. It's very short, only going to mid-thigh and 
showing off her bare legs well. Allison never wears 
stuff this short, but God she looks good in it. It's 
the type of dress you'd have to be super discreet in or 
you'd give the world a flash of what's underneath. Not 
that I'd mind that at all. As my mind wanders to what's 
hiding there I can feel myself getting a semi-erection 
and have to remind myself that this dinner is about her 
and making HER feel good, and not about my penis and 
covering her from head to toe with my hot cum. Damn she 
looks good.

"You aren't even dressed yet," she pouts.

"Yeah, well I've been a little busy sweetie." I give 
her a smile. "Why don't you sit down and I'll do it 
right now. It'll only take me 30 seconds." I rush off 
to the bathroom and find pretty standard slacks, shirt, 
and blue tie waiting for me. It looks very busy to me 
rather than formal, but I think Allison is used to all 
the frat boys on campus, and not black tie events. She 
DID get me black pants instead of tan. Probably just to 
match her, but at least she inadvertently pulled 
something out of the style guide.

I go from the bathroom straight into the breakfast nook 
and from there into the back entrance of the kitchen. 
Everything is OK with the dinner. The chicken is 
simmering. I put the corn in a bowl and toss it in the 
microwave, then grab the salad bowl with tongs and I 
walk into the dining room where she is now seated. She 
looks up at me and smiles one of her delighted little 
girl smiles. I can tell she is already being swept up 
by the mock formality of this event. She seems to just 
crave this type of stuff. Too bad she didn't grow up in 
my house. She would have gotten her fill till she was 
sick of it.

Taking on the role of waiter, I pour oil and vinegar on 
the salad right in front of her, then toss it lightly 
and serve her a small portion. I do the same for 
myself. As we talk over our first course, it is obvious 
that she is impressed both with the meal and me. This 
should be useful later.

The main course goes just as well. Clearing the salad 
plates to the kitchen, I serve the chicken alongside 
corn and mashed potatoes. OK, it isn't exactly a 4 star 
meal, but coming from me, it's not bad, and I'm pretty 
sure I'm building up more credit. Once we are well into 
the food, I decide to see what those points are worth.

I pull my foot out of my shoe and start to run it up 
and down her shin. Allison smiles shyly but says 
nothing and continues eating her meal. Sensing no 
resistance, I explore further up her leg, running my 
toes in circles over her knees. Her breath catches, and 
she starts to turn a light pink. But again she returns 
to her eating, obviously concentrating much more than a 
person normally would, just to cut a piece of chicken. 
Finally I start to push my foot between her knees, 
running my toes on the inside of her thighs.

"Justin!"

"What?"

"Stop it."

"Why? You don't like it?"

"No..."

"Worried someone will see?"

"No..."

"What then?" I demand.

Allison blushes a deeper shade of crimson and catches 
my foot between her thighs. She really is quite 
fetching when she is this color. I can see it run down 
onto her throat and chest, and past her bare shoulders 
a little. I love making her blush. I use an age old guy 
tactic.

"Oh, come on... just a quick feel? I promise I'll 
behave." She grudgingly yields, slowly allowing her 
thighs to spread apart as a press my foot further up 
between her firm, muscular legs. It's a tight fit, with 
the fabric of her dress binding her legs together. But 
with a little bit of a push forward out of my own 
chair, I'm able to extend my leg all the way across the 
space between us under the table. My foot is now 
surrounded by the warmth of her thighs as my toes press 
into her soft vaginal flesh. While I can't really feel 
her panties with my sock on, I can feel the warmth and 
dampness emanating from her obviously aroused little 
clam. 

She lets out a gasp and her fork drops with a clatter 
onto her plate. No longer able to concentrate on 
eating, she closes her eyes and allows me full access 
to her body. I begin to gently strum her vagina up and 
down with the tips of my toes, allowing the shape of 
her lips to guide my caresses. Allison slips lower in 
her chair, pressing her pelvis harder against my 
stroking. Her hands grip both sides of her chair and 
her breathing is steadily turning to moaning. While her 
lust is taking control of her, a wicked idea forms in 
my mind.

"OK, time for the next course," I unexpectedly state. I 
get up without warning, and clear the plates, leaving 
Allison collapsed in her chair and hungering for more. 
I know it seems cruel, but I can't have her cumming 
just yet. I have a much more luscious climax in mind.

Allison's eye's light up as I enter with two perfectly 
presented dishes of chocolate mousse, sitting atop a 
silver serving tray. I set down one at her place-
setting and one at mine, then take a seat in my chair 
and eagerly await her first bite. She slowly slips her 
spoon through the top layer, scooping up the deep brown 
cream and plenty of the cocoa powder on top. A smile is 
already forming on her mouth as the spoon reaches it, 
and her lips reach out eagerly meeting the tip of the 
spoon, half sucking and half licking it. Then bliss. 
Obvious bliss on her face as her eyes close, a sigh 
floats out from her chest, and she loses herself in the 
decadence I have created.

"I'll put on some water for after dinner tea," I 
suggest, and move to the kitchen. As I return I find 
her making shapes in her dessert with her spoon. 
Allison dips a finger into the mousse and then licks it 
off, looking at me with childish delight about doing 
something 'bad'. But there is something behind that 
look too. Something a little ... sexy? I certainly 
can't let this go.

"Allison, come over here," I demand sternly. Looking 
like an admonished child, she sheepishly walks over to 
me. "Now sit down here in my lap and behave," I 
command.

She does as I say, and seats herself primly in a 
sidesaddle position on top of me. Such a good little 
girl. I'll bet this is just how she sits on her dad's 
lap at home, if she still does that. I wonder if he 
ever wants to flip her over and spank her like I do 
right now.

"What did your parents teach you about playing with 
your food?"

"Not to do it."

"And what did they do if you did?"


"They took it away."

"Well that sounds just like what I should do."

"But Justin," she pleaded, "it's so GOOD." Now I have 
her right where I want her.

"Do you promise you'll be a good girl?"

"Yes."

"And you won't do things like this...," and I slowly 
drag my finger across my own mousse in a slow, sensual 
circle just like I would do on a woman's breast.

"Never."

I start to move my chocolate covered finger to her 
mouth. She parts her lips expectantly. Suddenly my 
finger changes direction as I plunge in between my own 
teeth and suck it clean. "That's too bad... eating your 
dessert like this is fun. And very sexy."

"Ju-stin," she whines. 

"What?" I feign innocence.

"Let me have some." Her voice has almost become a purr.

"And what do I get out of it?"

"How about a kiss?

"That better be a good kiss. This is really good 
chocolate," and I slide another fingerful into my 
mouth. But before I even have a chance to swallow it 
her lips are on mine, parting my mouth, and seeking the 
mousse with her tongue. We share a soft, chocolately 
kiss. She is much more aggressive than normal, probing 
deep into my mouth with her tongue, squeezing my lips 
between her own, and moving her head from side to side. 

It's probably one of the best kisses she has ever given 
me. By the time she's done I am tingling from head to 
toe, and am left breathless as she pulls away, our lips 
momentarily clinging together as they stretch apart. I 
take a second to open my eyes, and when I do, she is 
about 6 inches away, studying my face expectantly. I 
don't say a word, but without even looking I reach my 
right hand over to the bowl of mousse, dip some onto my 
finger, and interrupt our gaze with it. I move my 
finger toward her lips, which open expectantly. 

Just as my finger is about to hit her tongue I pull 
back out teasingly, with a smirk on my face. She pleads 
with me with her eyes, and I gently move my finger back 
in, this time letting her surround it with her lips. 
She sucks on it slow and hard, completely cleaning it 
as she moves her lips up and down the shaft of my 
digit. There is something so sexy about the look of a 
girl sucking on your finger. I guess it's just the hint 
of what she would look like sucking on your dick.

"Want more," I inquire of her.

"Yes please." Her tone is a mixture of meek submission 
and whimpered sexuality. There is obviously so much 
burning inside this child that needs to be released. I 
dip my finger back into the dessert, still not breaking 
our gaze, and once again she sucks it dry. After a 
third iteration of this routine, I'm ready to push 
things a bit further.

I dip my finger back into the silky cream and drag it 
slowly down her neck. She moans softly at the touch and 
lifts her chin, giving me full access to her soft skin. 
My lips move toward the underside of her chin and run 
slowly down to her right shoulder, kissing and sucking 
the chocolate off of her and smelling her wonderful 
scent. She's wearing perfume, yes, but it is her own 
natural, earthy smell that is really turning me on. I 
take the tiny strap of her dress in my teeth and pull 
it off her shoulder, exposing even more of her 
wonderful flesh as the dress droops now in the front.

My kissing starts to extend further around her flesh. I 
run my tongue gently along her collarbone then move up 
her neck with small, quick bites, until I get to her 
ear. Wow, her delicious ears. I could just eat them up 
they are so amazing. Small and delicate, carefully 
wound like a flower, I ever-so-gently drag my lips 
around the circles and curves, and then take her tiny 
earlobe into my teeth. My gentle sucking and probing of 
her ear elicits more moaning from her, and now an 
almost imperceptible rocking of her pelvis. Her body is 
tense and aching for relief.

I reach up with my left hand and pull the other strap 
of her dress down, then slide my hand slowly down her 
chest and take her small, tight breast into my hand. 
Massaging her flesh softly, at the same time I scoop a 
fingerful of mousse into my mouth and kiss her. Deeply. 
Rolling the chocolate on her tongue and exploring her 
mouth firmly. Her breathing has turned into gasping and 
her body is shuddering in my arms. The feel of her firm 
little tit in my hand has me rock hard and throbbing, 
and I'm aching to feel that soft skin. 

I can already feel her hard nipple pressing out through 
the fabric, and it is obvious that she doesn't have a 
bra on, since I can feel every contour of her chest. I 
cradle her head in my hands, pulling her hard against 
me as I increase the passion of our kissing and 
necking. She starts to move down my chin and on my 
neck, nibbling and sucking and driving me wild. I love 
attention on my neck and she is giving it to me 
perfectly. This also frees me up to continue what I was 
after. I reach with both hands and slowly pull the top 
of her form-fitting dress lower. 

With a slight pop it catches and then frees itself from 
her breasts and settles around her waist. I can see her 
erect nipples out of the corner of my eye as I enjoy 
her laboring on my neck. My right hand reaches up and 
catches her left breast in it, squeezing the flesh so 
that it bulges out between my fingers. She pauses to 
look down, obviously enjoying the sight of it in my 
hand. 

I squeeze her nipple gently, then reach over for more 
mousse, this time running it in an achingly slow circle 
around the hard little bump on her chest. I lean in and 
gently suck on her cherry-colored bump, as I hold her 
whole breast in my hand. After a few quick flicks with 
the tip of my tongue, I proceed to the other breast and 
repeat the action.

While she is obviously enjoying this, she also sets to 
work first loosening then undoing my tie. As I continue 
to massage one breast while I suck the other, she 
unbuttons my shirt. Pushing me back a little, she 
slides my shirt off me, then smears the yummy cream on 
my own chest with slow, little circles of her hand. She 
tries to bend over to lick it off, but the angle is a 
little difficult with her sitting on me, so I slowly 
lower her to the ground next to the table, cradling her 
in my left arm, while I grab the dish of mousse with my 
right hand. 

I slide down on top of her, setting it next to her 
head, and press my chest fully against hers. We can 
both feel the creamy smoothness of the mousse acting as 
a lubricant between us. She pushes me off of her to her 
right, away from the table, and leans over me, 
obviously wanting a little dessert in her own mouth. As 
she bends over me, her head diving down onto my chest, 
I take the chance to run my hand down her back and onto 
her barely covered ass, enjoying the feel of the smooth 
cotton dress and the outline of her panties pressing up 
underneath. Mmmmm. Thong panties. What is it with this 
girl and the thong panties? I always thought she was so 
sweet an innocent, but ever since that first encounter 
with her underwear...

It is only a few moments before I've worked my hand up 
under the edge of her dress and am caressing her bare 
ass cheeks. She is so amazingly firm and tight. Years 
and years of ballet and *I* get to reap the most 
obvious reward. I can't believe how amazingly smooth 
and soft her skin is. This reminds me so much of my 
first sexual encounter with her. Of course, she wasn't 
sucking on my nipples then like she is now. Man that 
feels good!

I smear more mousse on her neck and try to crane my 
head up but am only half successful. So I push her 
over, no longer caring that I'm leaving brown 
handprints all over the floor, and start to wildly suck 
on her chest and neck. As I'm doing that, she scoops 
some of the remaining bits of cream out of the glass 
and massages it all over me. I run my fingers up her 
thigh and onto her exposed but still pantied crotch. 

There is a noticeable wet spot as she spreads her legs 
for my hand, and she lays back finally, just enjoying 
the feeling of me finally pressing into her mound with 
my fingers. I know she has a thing for my hands, and I 
let my long, thin fingers trace slowly up and down her 
crack, pushing in a little bit when I feel the hardness 
of her clit. It feels like a small pea hidden deep in 
the folds of her labia. The noises she is now making 
can no longer be described as moans, but more like 
short grunts... still feminine but abandoned fully into 
wild sexual pleasure. The fact that she has very little 
experience with a man is quite obviously exhibited in 
her easy movement toward climax. 

I'm sure it is all very new and thrilling to her, and 
I'm determined to make it a life-long memory. I am 
rubbing her pussy in firm circles with my 4 fingers 
while massaging her upper body with my right hand. The 
combination is one she obviously can't defend herself 
against, as her grunting and moaning become louder and 
louder. When she starts to achieve a screaming level I 
get a little nervous and lean over her, taking her 
mouth in mine. That apparently is just what she needed, 
because almost instantly her whole body tenses and then 
starts convulsing fairly wildly. 

I just squeeze her pussy with my left hand while my 
right arm holds her close and safe. I whisper in her 
ear that she is safe and coach her to just "let it 
happen" and "enjoy it." She relaxes after about 20 
seconds, but I can feel her body still pulsing as her 
breathing begins to slow. Every few seconds I dig my 
fingers into her clit again, setting off a new wave of 
gentle throbbing. This lasts almost 4 minutes. I know 
because I can see the clock behind her on the wall. 
Then finally she opens her eyes, smiles, and sighs. 
She's mine. Totally and completely mine.


10

If my mom were home she would freak out over this mess, 
and not just because of the sexual nature of it. There 
is chocolate mousse everywhere: on the placemat, on the 
chair, and all over the floor. God my mom loves these 
floors. Some kind of specially imported wood or 
something. "I guess we'd better start cleaning this 
up," Allison says.

"Yes, and then we'll work on cleaning YOU up too," I 
tease with a smirk, ignoring the fact that I have 
almost as much of the stuff on me as she has on her. 
Allie doesn't know that I have another little surprise 
waiting for her. I help her up off the floor, being 
careful not to get any mousse on her dress. Once I have 
her standing, I pull the dress all the way down off of 
her hips and onto the floor, where she kicks it out of 
the way into the corner. As she does I notice a shrill 
noise coming from somewhere. 

Is it an alarm or something? Finally my mind engages 
and I realize that I have left the tea on the stove 
this entire time. Crap! I run to the kitchen and pull 
it off, putting a blessed end to that awful sound. Why 
can't teapots be designed to make a pleasant whistle? 
Maybe some do. My mom's doesn't. Hers sounds like a 
small bird is being slowly shoved into a blender.

Anyway, I return to Allison and reassure her that 
everything is alright. The kitchen is not on fire or 
anything drastic. I take her hand and lead her to the 
main bathroom, where my parents have a whirlpool bath. 
I start the water filling in the tub, and open a 
cabinet, showing off my mom's extravagant selection of 
scented bubble baths and crystals, leaving her to sniff 
them all and choose one. I head back to the kitchen to 
prepare the tea.

I grab the serving tray and place three cups on it, 
filling two with hot water and one with those little 
sugar cubes she likes so much. Then I place two tea 
packets on the tray, grab a small vase from the 
cupboard, and put one of the flowers from the dining 
room table into it. All set. Now back to my nubile 
young lover.

The bath is filled and frothy and the scent of roses 
hangs in the air. And in the middle, stepping daintily 
into the tub, is the now completely naked and amazing 
Allison. Her black thong panties are laying on the 
floor nearby. I set the tea tray down on the little 
table next to her, put the teabags in, and ask her how 
many lumps of sugar she wants. After properly 
sweetening and preparing her cup, I hand it to her and 
ask, "May I join you?"

"Of course," she answers with one of her beautiful 
smiles. Then watches me with a constant gaze that 
almost makes me uncomfortable. I mean, I feel pretty 
good about my body. I'm in great shape. But I've never 
really had anyone give me the attention she does. I 
feel like she is studying me; learning; teaching 
herself what a man is and using me as the model. 

My penis, while no longer throbbing hard, is still a 
little enlarged, and I can tell pretty easily that she 
is checking it out. She scoots over a little bit and 
lays back, letting me climb in beside her. I silently 
thank my parents for installing a two person bathtub, 
though at the time I had NO IDEA why you would want 
another person in there with you. (Hey, I was 7 and I 
only took baths when I was really dirty, and the last 
thing I wanted was another dirty kid in there with me.) 

But of course, now I suddenly realize why mommy and 
daddy used to always want to take baths together on 
Sunday afternoon and why they were always shooing me 
out the door to go play with my friends. Isn't that 
funny how it's gross if your parents do it, but it's 
really hot if you do the same exact thing? The thought 
of my parents naked in this same tub... not so hot. But 
then I look over at Allison. VERY hot.

This must all be very relaxing to her. She lets out a 
loud sigh as she relaxes back against my arm and sips 
slowly at her tea. I have to agree... this can't really 
be beaten. Laying in a warm bubble bath, drinking tea 
with someone you care about and are deeply attracted 
to. 

OK. So she's relaxed. But I'm horny as hell. After all, 
we just did some pretty heavy making out and I didn't 
get off. And just the feel of her naked body next to me 
is starting to make me hard again. I turn to her and 
kiss the corner of her face, right next to her eyebrow. 
She looks at me and leans toward me, kissing me slowly 
at first. Just slow little pecks. But they start to 
turn into more as she gently parts her lips, just 
slightly, and lets the tip of her sweet little tongue 
brush up against mine. 

I can no longer help myself and my right hand wanders 
over onto her body, running up her bare belly and back 
onto those tits that I so recently enjoyed. I just 
can't get enough of her. Her small little waist, just 
slightly curvaceous hips, and of course those pointy 
little cones on her chest. Everything about her screams 
youth and innocence. She's the perfect example of what 
a young woman should be. Well toned, clean, and sweet 
smelling.

Her hands wrap around the back of my head as our 
kissing becomes more passionate and our exploration of 
each other's mouths becomes deeper. I run my tongue 
along her perfect white teeth, top and bottom, getting 
to know every inch of her small little mouth. At the 
same time, my exploration of her body has become a 
little more intimate. 

She no longer has panties on and I want to get a better 
feel of what I had been playing with on the dining room 
floor. Granted I saw a little bit of her pussy when we 
were in the shower this morning, but I didn't get to 
play with it like I want to. I really want to explore 
her completely with my fingers.

My probing starts by running up and down her crack. Her 
small outer labia give way to much longer, danglier 
lips poking out from inside. I love a pussy with big, 
pouty inner lips. I trace my finger all the way down to 
her tight little rosebud, tickling it lightly with my 
middle finger.

"Justin, you can't touch me there!" She's shocked. Like 
I said, she's young and very innocent.

"Uh, well, I am. Does it feel good?"

"Well, yeah. Kinda. I just never thought that being 
touched there would turn me on. It tickles, but in a 
good way." I'd love to just finger her tight little 
asshole right now, but I know I have to take things 
slowly or I'm going to completely freak her out. That's 
OK, there's something else I really want to stick my 
finger in: her tight little virgin hole. Even though 
her crotch is under water, I can feel her own slippery 
goo oozing out of her hole as I spread her cunt open. 

Pushing my middle finger in, I can feel her muscles 
clamp down on me. She's obviously not used to having 
something in here. I wonder if she fingers her tight 
little hole when she plays with herself. Luckily she's 
really wet right now, and I'm able to pretty easily 
slide in and out of her, reaching up into the underside 
of her tunnel and pressing the tip of my digit firmly 
up into the spongy tissue that I'm guessing is her g-
spot. Her instant grunt indicates that I'm right on 
target. 

I've always been pretty good at finding my way around a 
girl's vagina. I guess that's why my girlfriends have 
always been so happy with our sex life. I'm guessing 
Allison will prove no different. I want to get her 
addicted to my fingers to the point that she aches for 
them and can't stop herself from coming back for more. 
I want her to fantasize about them when she's sitting 
in class, and rush back to her dorm room so she can 
masturbate and relieve the pressure.

My fingering runs from deep inside the walls of her 
pussy, out and up, running against her clit. Deep, long 
strokes. I let my other fingers slide up and down 
against her vulva as my thumb anchors in across her 
pubic mound. Her pussy hair is trimmed short and shaved 
into a neat triangle. Hmmm... well groomed. Bare pussy 
lips. I'm starting to think I want to do more than just 
finger her. I roll over and scoot down, eager to 
attempt something I've never done before: oral sex 
under water. I spread her legs apart, climb between 
them, and dive my head under the water. 

From where I'm positioned, one jet is blowing straight 
at my ass, stimulating my own hole and gently bobbing 
my balls around. But my focus is on her at the moment 
and I reach under her butt and lift her cheeks a 
little. I blow a stream of bubbles at her lips, 
tickling her clit with them. 

She squirms and I can hear her squeal, even under the 
water. I have to go up for breath and then dive back 
down, this time fixing my mouth firmly over her pussy. 
I run my tongue teasingly up and down her pussy, from 
her hole to her clit and back again. But to be honest, 
it is pretty difficult to do all this considering the 
limit I have to my breath. She is really starting to 
get into what I'm doing, uttering "oh my God Justin!" 
and such as she thrusts her pelvis toward me. 

I push back with my face, creating more pressure on her 
crotch and she starts to scoot up the backside of the 
tub. Her back is arched and her pussy is almost out of 
the water now, allowing me to eat her much more easily 
since I don't have as far to go for a breath. To make 
things even easier I pick up one of her legs and then 
another, tossing each one over my shoulders. She is now 
completely out of the tub, supported by her legs, which 
are draped over me, and her own elbows, which are 
pressed hard into the back ledge of the tub. Her head 
is pressed back against the wall and she is moaning 
with every lick and suck.

Her pleasure is obviously building, and I decide it's 
time to pull out my favorite trick to make her cum. 
With her crotch right in my face and my mouth 
completely covering her pussy, I suck her lips in, 
spread them with my tongue, and begin flicking the 
alphabet into her clit. A...b...c...d... her wiggling 
becomes so great that I'm having trouble keeping her 
balanced on my shoulders. I'm now sitting on my knees, 
using both of my hands to steady her by cupping her 
amazing ass cheeks in my palms.

I... m... n... o... I'm increasing my speed now. T... 
u... v... she's getting close now. I'm not sure if I'm 
going to even be able to make it through one iteration 
of the alphabet before she goes over the edge. Sure 
enough, just as I'm crossing my z over her hard bump, 
she starts to scream and buck into my face, clamping 
her thighs against my head in a vice so tight that it 
hurts. I press my forearms around her sides to help 
steady her better, and lean her weight back against the 
wall. Riding her body feels like riding a 
rollercoaster, although probably a lot more fun.

I'm exhausted as I lower her body slowly back into the 
water. Holding her up like that has made my shoulders 
and arms just ache. I begin to slowly stretch my neck 
and shoulders to try to loosen myself up. She notices 
and offers to give me a backrub, which at this point I 
certainly am not going to refuse. So I sit in front of 
her and she straddles me, wrapping me in those sexy 
little legs of hers. Her small bush tickles my ass as 
she leans in. And her massaging, which at first seemed 
to be very technical and practical is now becoming a 
little more sensual, with her hands moving forward and 
running over my chest, even playing with my nipples.

"You poor guy. You worked so hard to make me feel good 
and you haven't gotten anything yourself!"

"Yeah I did. You got me off earlier at the museum. That 
was awesome." OK, so I'm not being entirely sincere. I 
WANT her to get me off right now. I'm so horny I could 
explode. But I also know that the more you make the 
girl think it's no big deal and "just pleasing you is 
enough for me," the more they want to do something for 
you. It works again this time.

"Are you sure? Because I really think you should be 
rewarded for all that hard work, holding me up." Her 
hands start to move down onto my stomach and thighs.

"Oh come on Allie! I've held you up hundreds of times."

"Yes, but you didn't have your face in my crotch when 
you did" and she gives my dick a quick squeeze. Now she 
knows how hard I am.

"Actually, on some of the lifts we've done, I think I 
DID have your crotch in my face. You just weren't naked 
at the time."

"Yeah, I bet you would have liked that." Another 
squeeze, but this time her hand stays on my prick.

"Your damn right I would have liked it! Trust me, there 
were times when we were dancing together that I was 
totally imagining you naked."

"Really?" She sounds surprised. "I never even THOUGHT 
about things like that back then." Her hand is now 
gently running up and down the length of my shaft, and 
exploring the size and weight of my balls. She's 
obviously pretty intrigued by this newfound toy in her 
hand.

"You never thought about me like that?" I inquire, now 
feeling a little guilty. What am I doing to this sweet, 
innocent little thing?

"Well, no... I thought about you. I wanted to kiss you. 
I wanted you to touch me. I just didn't think of 
anything as specific as 'I wonder what his penis looks 
like'. But I was totally attracted to you."

"But you told me that you masturbated over me. What 
were you thinking about?"

"Oh, just about kissing you, and making out with you, 
and feeling you touch me all over." Just hearing her 
talk about how she used to masturbate over me is making 
me really hot. I urge her to tell me more. 

"Well, I don't know. I always wanted you to pull down 
my leotard and kiss my breasts. I don't know why... but 
there was just something about it. When we'd be working 
in the studio even, and you'd put your hands around my 
ribs, I'd sometimes think about you just slipping the 
straps of my leotards of my shoulders and pulling it 
down. I really wanted to show myself to you back then, 
but I'd get so self-conscious at the same time because, 
as you obviously know, I'm really small."

"Allison, your tits are great. They're tight and firm. 
I just love them. And I think they've gotten a little 
bit bigger since you went away to college. But even 
back then I was always trying to look down your 
leotard. You had some major cleavage going on when 
you'd bend over next to me while you were stretching 
and warming up."

By now I'm getting really turned on and my body is 
starting to tense up. Her hand has started pumping 
steadily up and down my shaft. 

"Do you like this?"

"Yes."

"Do you think it will make you cum?"

"If you keep talking about how you fantasized about me, 
I'll cum in like 30 seconds."

She seems resolute. "Well, ok, I'll be REALLY honest. 
You know how in the Nutcracker pas de deux there is 
that part where you stand right behind me and dip me 
over? Well I could totally feel your penis pressing 
into me and I purposely used to ask you to do that part 
so I could feel you. I remember the first time we did 
that, I went home that night and masturbated and 
thought about it all night. So I guess I did have some 
pretty dirty thoughts about you. And from then on when 
I saw it, you know kind of 'sticking out' in your 
tights, well, I got really turned on and wanted to 
touch it. I used to get wet just looking at you. It was 
really embarrassing actually because I was sure you'd 
see the wet spot on my leotard."

Well, that was all it took. Knowing that this hot young 
thing was getting wet, even way back then when she was 
still really just a little girl, and she was having 
thoughts thinking about me... Alison's hand is pumping 
me really hard and I thrust my pelvis up, the tip of my 
dick breaking the water and shooting a few jets of 
sperm straight up into the air and then back down onto 
her hand. I grab her hand and slow her down, showing 
her how to just squeeze me and milk my orgasm. It feels 
so great. 

Her soft, tiny hand is wrapped around my cock. 
Allison's hand is on my cock! Thinking about us back 
then, I never would have imagined this moment would 
actually come. I wanted it. Really badly. But I never 
thought anything would go this far with her.

We both settle back and just enjoy the buzz and tingle 
of the moment. "Wow, were pretty much taking a bath in 
your sperm right now," she jokes.

"Don't worry... it won't get you pregnant. The water 
will kill the sperm. And I hear it's really good for 
the skin." She laughs.

Whether it is good for the skin or not, though, we have 
both gotten seriously pruney from being in there so 
long, and it is time to get out. I flip the drain, turn 
off the jets, and step out, grabbing an oversized towel 
for her and handing it to her.


11

Now it really IS time to relax. We've both gotten off 
and are now, well, if not a little sleepy then maybe 
just really peaceful. I don't know what to call it. I'm 
totally elated and really mellow at the same time. It's 
only around 9, obviously way to early to go to bed, so 
we decide to just get into our pajamas and watch one of 
the movies we rented. It's a romantic comedy, and as we 
lay on the couch spooning there is a great sense of 
comfort and closeness between us. Wow... I could so 
easily fall in ... nope, not going to even go there. 
Not going to think that. I push those thoughts out of 
my head as we enjoy the end of the movie. But good god 
I have a crush on her!

Finally it's over. Neither of us moves, even as the 
credits role by.

"Do you want to put another movie in?"

"No, I have a surprise for you," she grins.

"What is it?"

"You'll see." And she rolls over on top of me and 
starts kissing my neck. If there's one thing I can't 
resist, it is being kissed on my neck. I don't know 
why, but it sends chills down my spin and makes me 
forget where I am and even who I am.

After a minute or so of her giving me a good working 
over on both sides, she jumps off the couch and extends 
her hands, dragging me off to the bedroom. Once there 
she pushes me down onto the bed and jumps on top of me, 
starting in on my neck again. Then she turns her 
attention to my lips, as my hands begin to wander over 
my body. My penis is coming back to life as I feel the 
shallow curves of her body. Even in sweats and a t-
shirt she's quite a fuckable little item. I center her 
crotch over my dick and grab her pelvis, grinding her 
against me. Allison moans in the ear which she had 
previously been biting, driving me wild with the sounds 
of her lust.

"You turn me on so much," she whispers into my ear.

"You too," I agree.

"Give me a few minutes, OK?" And Allison disappears, 
leaving me sexually frustrated and confused as she 
disappears into that female black hole called the 
bathroom once again. I let out a big sigh. Alright. 
What to do with myself? Since this probably is going to 
be 'it', I get up and check my secret hiding spot in 
the back of my old dresser to make sure the condoms I 
left there haven't been sniffed out by my mom. Nope. 
The box is still sealed. 

I open it, tear off a couple rubbers, and shove the box 
back in the dresser. I sit down on my bed, searching 
for a discreet place to hide them so they will be easy 
to access when the opportunity arises, but not so 
obvious that she thinks I was expecting sex. It's such 
a delicate balance with women. Then want you to plan 
for it, but if it SEEMS like you planned for it they 
get pissed off. Whatever. I decide to just drop them in 
the drawer in the nightstand.

Now what to do with myself? Should I just stay in my 
pajamas like I am, or try something more provocative? I 
have some see-through bikini underwear that an old 
girlfriend got me and I contemplate putting those on 
but decide it might be a little much. Plus I'm not sure 
if it's OK to wear them since another girl bought them 
for me. To tell you the truth, all these rules about 
what is OK and what isn't kind of drive me nuts. So I 
settle on taking my pajamas off and just wearing my 
regular silk boxers. She's seemed to like me in them 
and hasn't really gotten a chance to fool around with 
me when I was wearing JUST the boxers.

"Are you ready?" I hear as I'm crawling back on the 
bed. I flip over onto my back and put a pillow behind 
my head, trying my best to strike a sexy pose and 
having no idea how to accomplish it.

"Yeah," I call back.

Allison enters in an outfit I never in my life would 
have imagined her owning. Where do I even start? Well, 
the first thing I notice is her short skirt. And when I 
say short, I mean *micro* short. Just standing there I 
can see her crotch poking out from underneath. The 
fabric is a shimmery sliver color and she has on white, 
lacey panties underneath. Her legs are covered by two 
individual thigh-high nylons, leaving a gab of about 8 
inches of flesh between their top and her crotch. On 
top she's wearing a white bustier with silver lacing up 
the front. It is laced up tight and is creating an 
incredible amount of cleavage on this small-titted 
girl. Her hair is pulled back and up, and she's even 
redone her make-up to look just the slightest bit 
slutty. Well, it would probably look normal on a lot of 
girls, but since I'm not used to seeing her in ANY 
make-up, the effect is quite dramatic.

"What do you think?" Suddenly I feel totally 
inadequate, laying there in my boxers, pitching an 
obvious tent. Wanting to divert her attention, I decide 
to show her, rather than tell her how I feel about her 
outfit. I grab her, pulling her down onto the bed and 
ravaging her, my hands wandering from breast to crotch 
to ass and back again. My lips tug at her own and I 
feel as if I can't get at her quickly enough. My 
fingers fumble at the tie of her corset, loosening it 
and allowing me access to her already hardened nipples. 
Squeezing them between my fingers, I suck on her neck 
at the same time, biting her gently an coaxing soft 
moans from her. My left hand runs up and down those 
sexy nylons and up into her crotch. Her panties are 
silky and smooth and completely lace. I can feel her 
pubic hair bristle out of them, and her wetness is 
already getting on my hand. Her own fingers have 
already found the lump in my lap and she is stroking me 
on the outside of my silk boxers.

I begin to undress her with the eagerness that I child 
unwraps a Christmas present. I'm eagerly expecting 
something good to happen. We haven't discussed it, but 
I have a feeling that this might be 'it' and I can 
hardly wait. Her top is the first thing to come off, 
amid our kissing and touching. I have to rely on her 
assistance because the thing is so damn tight. But once 
it is gone, I'm on my own. The next article I remove is 
her panties. 

There's just something sexy about seeing her 'dressed' 
in a skirt and nylons, but 'oops' where's the 
underwear? It's totally hot. My hand mashes against her 
sex flesh, kneading it in slow circles. Then I run my 
tongue down her body, kissing her pubic mound and 
running past her pussy down her legs. I savor the joy 
of slowly pulling off each legging, exposing her 
exquisitely tanned and shapely legs. Then running my 
lips back up, I center in on her pleasure circle, 
pushing her skirt up around her waist and taking all of 
her into my mouth.

My own underwear is the last piece of clothing to go. 
Now naked, I lay on top of her and our pelvises grind 
against each other in mock sex. I'm trying to be 
careful where I put my dick because it is currently 
dripping copious amounts of pre-cum. But at the moment 
about all I'm risking is getting her bellybutton 
pregnant. Still, her naked body feels so good against 
mine, her legs slightly opened around me.

"Justin, I want you inside of me," she whispers. 

"Are you sure?"

A pause and then, "yes, totally."

I pretty much expected this, but it still sends a rush 
through me to hear her say it. I am finally going to 
have my Little Allie. I've fantasized and dreamed about 
this moment for so long that I almost want to put it 
off, not knowing what I'll do once I've had her.

"I know this isn't the most exciting part, but you need 
to know that I have condoms with me."

"It's OK. I'm on the pill." I look at her quizzically 
wondering if my little virgin Allie was expecting to 
get a boyfriend soon. "No, no, not because of THAT. 
I've been on it for a few years now to help regulate my 
period. It really makes them MUCH more bearable. I used 
to have so much pain I couldn't do anything for about 3 
days." OK, that makes more sense.

My body trembles with both lust and love for this 
shining angel below me. I can almost see the glow 
radiating off of her skin. This is the first time we've 
really just been naked and still with each other, 
letting the import of the moment soak in. I look her 
straight in the eyes as I hover over her. "Are you sure 
this is ok? I just really want your first time to be 
special," I whisper as I stroke her cheek gently.

She bites her lip and starts to turn pale. So quiet I 
almost can't hear it, she responds, "Justin, this isn't 
my first time."

"What?" I ask in disbelief.

"I'm not a virgin. Keith and I had sex," and she sort 
of curls up under me, her body no longer open to me. 
Wow. This changes everything. I don't know why it 
mattered to me so much. After all, *I* am not a virgin. 
I think it was just one of those circumstances where 
you have things set so strongly in your mind to be a 
certain way that when they aren't, it sort of shakes up 
your world. And to be honest I had really wanted to be 
this girl's first. To be the man who guides her into 
womanhood. I care about her that much.

Maybe I can still be that person. All weekend I've 
encountered such a strange dichotomy of a girl with a 
strong sex drive tempered by self-doubt and guilt. If I 
can give her anything, hopefully it is the self-
knowledge that her body and her feelings and desires 
are OK, and in fact beautiful.

I lay next to her, my penis now shrunken, and gently 
open the conversation. "Allison, what happened? You 
told me things were bad with Keith, but I feel like 
there's more there."

She's quiet for what is probably several minutes. I can 
tell she's struggling to figure out where and how to 
start. She finally begins. "When Keith and I had sex on 
prom night I cried. Not because it was this perfect, 
wonderful thing, but because it wasn't. Then I went 
home and cried all night even more. I just felt so 
dirty and used. I figured maybe it was because it was 
our first time. I'd heard lots of rumors that your 
first time was supposed to be bad. But the second 
wasn't any better. 

He was even more aggressive and less nice about it than 
the first time. I don't know where the Sweet Keith I 
had first started dating went, but he was gone. We had 
sex maybe 4 or 5 more times over the summer, but I just 
couldn't take it anymore. He would call me up and be 
all like, 'Hey, do you wanna fuck?' That was it. No 
'How are you?' No 'I love you'. I was just his sex toy 
or something... I don't know... Justin, he just wasn't 
ever sweet and affectionate like you are. He just made 
me feel like shit."

With that she stops. I have never heard Allison swear. 
I guess it drives her point home well, though. I can 
feel the anger welling up inside of me; starting to 
burn in my cheeks. My first instinct is to ask her 
where this little high school shit lives and to go beat 
the living hell out of him for ever treating my Allie 
that way. But of course she isn't *my* Allie, and 
beating him up won't do any good. It won't take away 
the hurt she feels. God I'm glad to be out of high 
school and away from all of that. It was a miserable 4 
years that I would never go back to, and this is a 
great example of why.

I hold Allison in my arms and slowly rock her as she 
quietly cries. She needs me and I LIKE her needing me. 
She feels warm and soft, and her hair smells good as 
she nuzzles up on my chest. I can feel my own eyes burn 
as a tear or two squeeze out. There is nothing I can do 
to take away this hurt she doesn't deserve. But damnit, 
if I'm not going to do everything in my power to make 
up for it. 

 I don't know what it was about the situation, but 
after a while I start to get aroused. I guess it makes 
sense. We have both just experience a highly emotional 
situation, and there is something very cathartic about 
it. Plus men have the ability, I think, to get horny in 
any situation. I don't do anything about it, but I'm 
sure she can feel my hard-on growing against her leg.

She looks up at me and I carefully wipe the tears away 
from her eyes. She is even more radiant than ever. My 
heart seems to skip a beat. What is it about this girl 
that makes my erection happen not just in my penis? I 
awkwardly crane my neck around to the side and meet her 
in a soft, lip-to-lip kiss that just stays there. Not 
moving. 

Holding for an eternity and speaking volumes. The 
energy between us is amazing. It is almost as if my 
lips themselves start to vibrate. Allison pushes back 
away from me so that I can turn and meet her face to 
face. I throw my right leg over her hips as I pull her 
up so her face meets mine. Our kissing instantly 
becomes much more impassioned. The dam has broken and 
the flood begins.

Instantly our arms are running up and down each other's 
bodies. We can't get at each other fast enough. I feel 
the luscious curves of her girl/woman body, drawing my 
nails down her arms to elicit more of those delicious 
goosebumps. My lips are on her neck. Sucking. Nibbling. 
Biting. Expressing the passion and extreme attraction 
that I feel inside. Her breath starts to become heavier 
and catches as I bite down on here earlobe. Her eyes 
are closed and her enjoyment is made obvious by her 
entire body.

She rolls onto her back, and I lean over her, dragging 
the backs of my fingertips all over her skin. Her 
entire body has become an erogenous zone, as I give 
attention to her face, her chest, her legs... 
everything. Her breath is heaving and her head slowly 
rolling from side to side as the quietest of moans 
vibrates from her throat. 'Bliss' is written all over 
her face.

She reaches out with her right hand and grabs my prick 
in an unexpected but certainly not unenjoyable action. 
She attempts, vainly, to stroke me, but it isn't even a 
half-successful attempt as the strokes are short and 
randomly placed. She is far too caught up in the tingle 
I'm creating across her skin.

It gives me joy to see this girl who just a few minutes 
ago was miserable, now smiling again. I lean over her 
and lovingly kiss her face: first her forehead; then a 
slight nibble on each thin, well-groomed eyebrow; then 
a soft kiss on each closed eyelid; a quick, flirty peck 
on the tip of her nose; and finally a slow, soft kiss 
on her lips. Our mouths, which start out closed, slowly 
open as first we gently suck each other's lips, then 
open more fully so that our tongues can seek each other 
out. 

As I shift my head to the right to allow the kiss to 
deepen, I feel her small, soft little tongue seeking my 
own out. Hers runs in circles around mind and I slowly 
caress the smooth underside of it with my own. Our 
mouths repeatedly start to squeeze against each other 
then open again to permit more and more of a 
connection. I don't think I've ever taken so much 
pleasure in just kissing a woman.

After several minutes of this intimate exchange, 
Allison releases her grip on my penis and puts both 
hands on my shoulders, pushing me back. I'm confused at 
first, thinking perhaps I did something to offend her, 
though I can't figure out what. She takes a deep breath 
and her eyes open and search my face, as if looking for 
the answer to some deep enigma in its form. She tilts 
her head down and says, "Now."

That's all she needs to say. I don't have to ask her if 
she's sure. I don't have to ask here if she's ready. I 
can tell by the look on her face what she wants me... 
what she NEEDS me to do. Her legs slowly spread and I 
climb between them, resting my weight on my knees as I 
get into position. I place my penis down between her 
thighs, nestled right at the opening between her lips. 
As I look down I can tell that she is ready. Her lips 
have flushed a deeper color red and seem to be opened a 
little, as if inviting me in. Which is, of course, 
exactly what she is doing. My penis is already dripping 
in anticipation.

I've always gotten very wet, which can be a pain in the 
ass with a condom on, but is perfect when going bare. I 
rest my weight on my left elbow as I reach down and 
smear the pre-cum all over my tip. I want to make sure 
this is a smooth entry for her. At the same time she 
reaches down, pushing a couple fingers inside herself, 
then apparently smearing her own wetness around on her 
lips. She holds them wide open as I press forward into 
the opening she has made.

All I can say about the first moment of contact is 
ecstasy. I can feel the warm of her lips wrap around 
me, my penis pushing further in. It stops. I feel a 
tightness against my tip. Even though she's not a 
virgin, she sure feels like one. Her ex-boyfriend must 
have just ripped the hell out of her. Unless he had a 
really small dick. I like that idea better.

"Allison, just take a deep breath and relax," I coach. 
She inhales, and on her exhale I push, push hard, 
against the tight 'o' preventing me from being inside 
her. It almost seems like it isn't going to happen and 
she looks up at me with panic on her face when suddenly 
there is a tangible 'pop' as I finally squeeze into 
her. She sucks her breath in sharply and there is a 
small whimper from her. Her face is squeezed into a 
tight grimace.

"Are you OK? Do you want me to stop?" 

She breathes for a moment, then with her eyes still 
closed says, "No, just stay right there for a second." 
I can actually see a wave of release pass down her 
body, as first her face, then her shoulders, then her 
stomach all give way. And I feel the same thing on the 
inside. The tight outer ring that was almost cutting of 
my circulation slowly relaxes to the point that what 
was becoming quite painful is now starting to feel like 
it should: really, really good. Allison opens her eyes 
and almost imperceptibly nods. 'yes'

I can tell she's tell a little nervous and I know this 
isn't the time to bang the hell out of her. So I pull 
back, still resting my weight on my elbows, and just 
let my pelvis slowly sink against hers, totally filling 
her with my manhood. Her small body is tight, but seems 
a good fit for me as our pubic bones sink together. 
Resting on her like this, I slowly start to move my 
hips. Not really thrusting, but just sort of gently 
rocking against her. She seems to be OK with this, and 
after taking some time to absorb all that is happening, 
begins to match my motion.

I bend over and kiss her forehead lightly, and she 
cranes her neck up, obviously wanting something a 
little fuller. We kiss passionately, our tongues 
chasing each other, as the motion between us becomes 
stronger and more feverish. Now I'm in a tough position 
here because I really WANT to get her off, but with the 
situation being so emotional for her (well, both of us) 
I don't know if she's going to get aroused enough to 
cum, or even if she can come in this position at all. 

I think I've only had one girlfriend who could really 
cum hard during intercourse and she was quite a bit 
more... experienced... than Allison. So I figure I'll 
give it a good try, but not sweat it if I can't make 
her have an orgasm before I do. There's always time to 
make up for that!!

Thinking all this time is actually good for me, because 
it takes my mind off the sex and helps me last longer. 
Yes, I actually do that trick of thinking about 
baseball scores when I hold of coming. Damn, I haven't 
even checked to see if the Dodgers won their game 
tonight. This girl really has a hold over me to make me 
forget about the pennant race!

Her moaning brings my attention back to her. She puts 
her arms up around me and starts to use me for 
leverage, pushing her hips down onto my prick to get 
more of me inside of her. Our pace picks up and I know 
that it's going to happen soon. I also know how hard it 
is to time this stuff. My movements become full 
thrusts, with my dick actually pulling out of her body 
most of the way and jutting back in. The bed is shaking 
with our feverish movements and it feels like a soft, 
silky gloved hand is giving me the best handjob of my 
life. 

I can actually feel the muscles in her pussy working. 
Squeezing me. Wanting me. God that's hot! Her legs pull 
back further, allowing me more access to her, and I 
think creating more friction for her. I'm trying to 
grind my pubic bone against her clit, but to be honest 
I can hardly think about much except for the tingling 
I'm feeling in my balls as they slap against her ass. 
This is it! This is what I've wait for 5 years for! I'm 
finally fucking her. 

My mind races through all the times I've stared at her 
crotch in a leotard, wondering what was under there. 
Wondering how that hole would feel. Well now I can tell 
you. It's very wet. And it's very tight. And there are 
all these wonderful little ridges inside it that bump 
against my tip on each thrust, creating even more 
sensation. God I want to cum! No, no I can't. Keep 
thrusting. Just keep going. Do it for her.

My breath is coming out in an almost grunt now. It's a 
pure act of willpower to keep from filling her up with 
my man juice. Just keep thrusting. Don't think about 
it. Focus on her. I listen to her breathing. She's 
breathing hard but I don't sense an oncoming orgasm. 
Thrust harder. That's it. Just thrust harder and then 
she'll come and I can unload. My arms are shaking so 
hard from holding myself up this long. Sweat is 
dripping off my chest right onto her face. I feel bad 
about it but what can I do? Keep going Justin. Keep 
going. Do it for Allison. Make up for that asshole. 
Show her how a real man fucks.

So much pleasure. It feels so good. I close my eyes. 
Can't think of anything. Mind is a blur. I feel 
Allison's hands moving up my back. One mashes against 
my face. "Justin. (heavy breath) It's OK. (heavy 
breath) Quit waiting. (several more heavy breaths, then 
finally...) I want to feel you cum inside me."

Damn it, you don't have to tell me twice. All it takes 
is one look down at my little angel. She's covered with 
sweat and her face looks so determined. Just like she 
used to look at the end of ballet class when we were 
finishing our exercises. Oh my god! I'm fucking that 
girl from ballet class. That once-illegal little piece 
of ass has her pussy wrapped around me and is milking 
me right now. Oh god. Oh god!

And then it happens. Pressing all my weight into her, 
the cum wells up from what I swear must be my toes, and 
starts shooting out inside her. Throb after throb after 
throb as my whole body shakes. Allison cries out. I 
guess she can feel it too. She chants "yes, yes, yes" 
over and over as I feel her with what must be the 
biggest cum in my life. And it seems to go on forever.

But of course it doesn't. I eventually start to recover 
and the throbbing slows down. But tricky little Allison 
somehow knows how to extend my orgasm... each time I 
think I'm done, she squeezes my dick hard with her 
pussy until another throb passes through me, then 
releases. She waits a couple seconds then repeats. This 
must last for over a minute until her squeezing evokes 
no more throbbing and I am truly finished.

I fall on top of Allison, exhausted from holding myself 
up for so long. I now lay fully on her, our bodies 
touching everywhere from pubic area to head. I can feel 
my penis slowly shrinking inside of her. I've been told 
by several past girlfriends that they love this 
feeling... a guy either growing hard or softening 
inside of them. As my breathing becomes less labored I 
start to pay more attention to her and realize that my 
185 pound bulk is probably squashing her 100 pound 
frame. So I roll off her, but not without some half-
hearted protests from her. "Don't worry, I'm not going 
anywhere." And I scoop her up with the most loving arms 
and pull her into me like you would a sleeping child.

I feel contemplative and even a touch sad all of a 
sudden. "I wanted to be your first time. To guide you 
into womanhood."

"Don't worry Justin. In any way that matters, you still 
have. You've made me feel better about myself and my 
body this weekend than I ever have in my life, and just 
about everything HAS been a first for me." Allison is 
uncharacteristically verbose. "And I'm so glad it was 
you. No matter what happens I will always remember 
this, and think of YOU as my first time."

"Allison, I just want to make sure you understand that 
everything Keith told you is crap. Women are allowed to 
enjoy sex. YOU are allowed to enjoy sex."

"I know," she sighs, but I can tell she's not quite 
convinced.

"You don't always have to worry about pleasing the guy. 
Every so often I'd love to see you just concentrate on 
what feels good to you, and getting yourself off." I'm 
starting to become passionate, because this is 
something I feel so strongly about. In one of my 
classes in college we studied sexuality around the 
world, and how in many cultures women are forced to 
submit and in some cases even surgically altered so 
that they can't feel sexual pleasure. It makes me sick. 
I grab Allison's face between my hands and turn it up 
toward me. "Allison, I'm serious. You are a special, 
beautiful being, and you are just as worthy of joy and 
pleasure as every other person on this planet."

She freezes for a second then suddenly gives me a huge 
bear hug. "Thank you, Justin. I don't know how you got 
to be so amazing, but thank you. You always make me 
feel so good when I'm around you." And she nuzzles into 
me, now with a smile on her face.


12

You would think that one time would be enough for an 
evening. Especially after the day we had had. But as we 
both lay there reflecting, I can already tell that we 
are going to fuck again that evening. I can just sense 
it. Or maybe I want it that badly. Heck, I've jacked 
off thinking about it probably hundreds of times. I'm 
sure I've masturbated over it several times in one day, 
especially back when we were in the ballet company 
together and I had to look at her in that skin tight 
outfit for 4 hours every day. 

I remember sneaking into the bathroom several times 
between barre and floor work to feverishly rub my dick 
and spurt my load in the 2 minutes we had. Our ballet 
mistress kept a timer. And if you weren't standing in 
your assigned spot by the time it 'ding'ed, you were 
fined. Getting off in the two minute time period wasn't 
that hard. Right before break I'd stare at Allison and 
start fantasizing and let my dick get semi-hard so that 
by the time I was in the bathroom stall I could 'think' 
myself into being fully erect. 

Then I would madly tug at my cock skin and within maybe 
a minute my juice would be spurting into the toilet 
paper I had waiting. The problem was always getting my 
dick to go back down before I got out onto the floor. I 
would cum, clean my prick, and then try to think about 
something nasty (like our ballet mistress naked). But I 
was always a little hard still when I went back out. 
The men stood in the back in a straight line, so if I 
was one of the last people out on the floor, none of 
the other dancers would see me. 

But I remember one time Mistress Erin walked straight 
up to me, looked me up and down in her drill sergeant 
manner, smiled knowingly, and walked off. I looked 
down, and an extra gob of come had obviously snuck out 
of my semi-hard dick and soaked through my tights. 
There was nothing I could do, but thank God I was 
sufficiently sweaty by the time we moved from those 
positions that my secret was safe. Well, safe between 
me and Miss Erin, that crusty old bag.

All this thinking about old times and sexual situations 
already had my penis stirring as I lay there, but I 
want to make sure things are OK between Allie and me 
first. I roll toward her and look her in the eyes. 
"Hey, hon, how are you feeling?"

"I feel GREAT," she says with a huge smile, and kisses 
me quickly on the lips. I begin to massage her 
lovingly. I rub her neck and her arms; basically 
whatever I can get my hands on as we lay facing each 
other. She moves to allow me greater access to her 
back, so she is pretty much laying face down on me. 
After a few minutes I pause to rest, and she uses that 
as an excuse to thank me by moving her face up to mine 
and kissing me.

"You have such wonderful hands. They're just amazing 
Justin. I swear I could fall in love with them." I 
certainly wouldn't mind. Normally the words 'in love' 
sort of freak me out, but for some reason with her they 
just make butterflies in my stomach. What the hell is 
going on with me? She kisses me again, and what starts 
as a single kiss morphs into full, passionate making 
out. 

My hands, which had been resting on her back, move to 
her sides, enjoying the slight hourglass shape of her 
small body. She is amazing. At once still a little girl 
and also a fully grown woman. Lean and muscular with a 
nice, round little ass that I just adore. Our kissing 
turns to necking and I roll her over so that I can lay 
on top of her, giving me better access to her shoulders 
and chest.

As my mouth is busy on her neck, her face, her lips, my 
hands have ceased running up and down her sides and 
wandered onto those tasty little titties of hers. Man I 
love them! I move down and take one in my mouth. With a 
good amount of suction I'm able to take most of it into 
my mouth. 

I have no idea the feelings I'm creating, but judging 
from the way she arches her back toward me and moans, 
they must be good. She reaches down and grabs my penis, 
feeling it's renewed hardness and rubbing the pre-cum 
around on my tip. Her legs slowly spread to make room 
for me between them, and I climb on top of her, laying 
my naked body fully against her. My cock is pressed 
against her pubic bone and we start to hump each other 
gently.

But before long with both want more. She begins to rock 
her hips back so that my penis slides up and down along 
her wet slit. And soon I feel her small fingers on my 
cock, guiding it back into that hole that has already 
given it so much pleasure. She is just as tight now as 
she was the first time, and almost burning hot as I 
enter her soft tunnel. I move slowly, supporting my 
weight on my forearms so that she has a little more 
freedom of movement. 

She closes her eyes with a look of concentration, but 
no pain this time. Our coupling is somehow easier and 
smoother, and in no time we are gently rocking against 
each other. I push back to look at her glowing face and 
she shyly looks up at me and smiles. I bury my face in 
her neck and lose myself in that nutty, earthy scent 
that is Allison. It's amazing how much that smell 
stimulates me now. I brings up years of memories, 
longing for this girl secretly. And now I finally have 
her. Fully.

Her legs suddenly wrap around my back and she starts 
pulling herself hard into me. The sudden change in pace 
and in her demeanor take me by surprise, and were I not 
already a little bit numb because of the hundred 
orgasms I've had that day, I'd be spurting my load into 
her right now. It is like something in her has broken 
loose. All I can figure is that our last conversation 
freed her somehow. She now knows that it's OK to go for 
what SHE wants and to not always have to please the 
guy. It's a new concept to her, but she seems to be 
taking to it well.

"I want you to do me from behind," she pants in my ear. 
I slowly pull out of her, instantly missing the warmth 
of her womanhood, but eagerly looking forward to a form 
of sex in which I have a little more control. She flips 
over onto her hands and knees and seductively looks 
behind her, wiggling her ass at me and inviting me into 
her. It requires no begging. Dick in hand, I kneel 
between her slightly spread legs and enjoy the luscious 
view of my prick entering her. The sight of my tip 
sitting in the entrance of her love tunnel is so sexy, 
so dirty. Like something I would see in a porn picture. 
And then she pushes back against me, impatient to be 
filled again, and I watch the entire length of my shaft 
disappear between her glistening lips. 

My balls brush up against her pubic hair and then I 
gently pull back out so that only my tip is inside her. 
While I pleasure her with several more deep, long 
strokes like this, I admire her tight ass with both my 
eyes and my hands. I can't get enough of that flesh 
underneath my fingers. But she is eager for more and 
starts pushing back at me with urgency. Already her 
breathing has quickened and I can tell she's going to 
come again. We hold a steady rhythm for a few minutes 
as I grab onto her hips and use them as leverage. But 
then I feel my own approaching climax and want to make 
sure she cums with me. 

So I reach under her with one hand while still holding 
onto her with the other, and begin playing with her 
clit. I feel like I'm using her almost as a 
masturbation toy now, pulling and pushing her pelvis 
down onto my eager member. I feel my dick going in and 
out of her hole as I rub her pussy. What an awesome 
feeling. My cock is slick with our combined juices and 
they drip down onto her clitoris, providing me with 
abundant lubrication for her. 

But now I just can't slam into her hard enough and need 
more leverage. I reach out and grab her shoulder, 
pulling her whole body hard against me. We both start 
to moan loudly and I'm barely able to bark out the 
order, "Tell me when you're getting close."

"I'm close, I'm close" she gasps immediately. Good, 
because I don't think I can hold on much longer either. 
Sweat is dripping off my face down onto her back and 
every muscle in my body is working to get her off. I 
can feel the incredible tension in her muscles as well. 
Her pussy begins to tighten and then with several loud 
moans and finally a muffled scream she starts to cum on 
my cock. The feeling of her pussy throbbing as well as 
her moans are all I need to unleash my load of hot cum 
into her hole, filling her with spurt after spurt of my 
white cream. It starts to ooze out of her lips as I 
continue to slowly fuck her and squeeze my hand against 
her pussy.

We collapse forward into the pillows, my weight 
pressing fully on top of her. As she catches her 
breath, she barely has the strength left to lift 
herself and roll me gently off of her and into a 
spooning position. Before either of us has a chance to 
speak we are both fast asleep.


13

In the middle of the night, I become vaguely aware of 
Allison's body in front of me. I'm not even sure if I'm 
awake or asleep, but I can feel the shape of her tight 
little body as I spoon her, and it starts to make me 
horny again. Having my dick pressed against her ass in 
the position, I have something to press against with a 
little leverage. Pressing my cock tightly into her 
lower back at least relieves some pressure. 

Whether instinctively or by conscious choice, she 
starts to roll her body forward, pressing her butt up 
and back so that my penis slides down between her panty 
covered butt cheeks, and I slowly and with a determined 
rhythm begin to thrust against her. My penis slides up 
and down between her two hard ass mounds, and she sort 
of wiggles it right into the slot between them, I 
assume because that's where it feels best for her.

Unexpectedly, she reaches inside my boxers and grabs my 
cock, and starts guiding it up and down her ass crack. 
I'm loving the thong panties right now. Even more when 
she pulls my dick out of my fly and starts rubbing bare 
flesh on bare flesh. Then she does something completely 
unexpected. She pulls the fabric of her panties to the 
side and sort of wedges my dick lengthwise between her 
ass cheeks, wrapping me up in a sort of sexual hotdog. 
Her butt grabs me like a hand, and starts rubbing me up 
and down. It may sound strange, but find a girl with a 
decently sized ass and some muscle tone and you'll 
enter a whole new world. Which, for me, this is.

I'm not sure if it just feels that great or if it's 
because this is new, but it's sending me through the 
roof. She gyrates her hips and sort of thrusts up and 
down while clenching my dick with her butt, and the 
result is the best "butt job" anyone could imagine. I 
think one advantage is that she can cover more of my 
dick with her butt than her tiny hands. Those strong 
ass cheeks completely envelop my turgid cock from base 
to tip, and I can even feel my balls gently tapping 
against her woman hole.

I start to thrust in synchronization with her, engaging 
in a strange form of anal sex, I guess. I don't know, 
but being so drowsy my ability to hold off is 
completely gone and I feel myself racing to my peak 
just as fast as I used to in the bathroom at the ballet 
school. I can't even think. I'm not sure if I'm 
dreaming. But the feelings keep building and building 
and I can hear her moaning. She seems to like the 
feeling of a dick there against her ass. Sliding right 
up and down outside her sweet little asshole. 

God this girl drives me wild! I reach out for her body, 
enjoying the small curves of her tiny shape. I move my 
hands forward to those little titties and start 
pinching the hell out of her nipples. She gasps as if 
this has hit the starter to her motor. Suddenly she's a 
raging sex machine. She starts squeezing her ass 
against me in a throbbing motion while at the same time 
sliding my dick up and down with her thrusting. 

I can no longer take it. My body stiffens and with a 
hard groan and then an exhale, I'm shooting cream all 
over her lower back. "Oh my God oh my God oh my God" is 
all I can think, as I reach out desperately for her, 
needing something to anchor me before I float off into 
oblivion. And then I do. Sleep overtakes me once again, 
and I'm gone.


14

As we lay there in the sun, her head resting on my 
chest, I gently strum her hair and just enjoy having 
this little kitten cuddled up with me. It's strange, 
the mix of emotions Allison makes me feel. Sometimes I 
want to be as gentle with her as a newborn child, and 
sometimes I want to fuck the living hell out of her. 
I'm not sure what that means. To be honest, I don't 
care. I've found this young woman who makes me soar 
inside, and I don't think I can give her up.

In the middle of my thoughts she sleepily mumbles, "So 
what do you want to do today?"

"I don't know. I didn't really have any plans." I'm 
lying, of course. I had plans for the entire weekend, 
but they all got canceled for her.

"Do you want to practice ballet like we used to before 
I went away to college?"

I'm a little surprised. "I'm OK with that, but what are 
you going to do for clothes? Borrow mine?"

"No silly. I brought a leo and tights with me." Wow, 
this girl really plans ahead.

I have to be honest. I'm somewhat relieved by the 
suggestion of something non-sexual, because my poor 
little Peter is pretty worn out with all the activity 
this weekend. I don't think I even got this much action 
in one weekend in college! We struggle out of bed and 
make our way to the kitchen, where I fix oatmeal and 
some juice. Allison looks so cute in one of my shirts 
that is way too big for her and a pair of much more 
conservative little-girl looking briefs underneath. I'm 
back into my usual silk pajamas and boxers.

After a quick meal where Allison once again out eats 
me, the dishes are tossed into the dishwasher and we 
catch a little news on the couch. Sorry, but I have to 
find out how my Dodgers are doing. Allison doesn't care 
at ALL about sports, but she seems contented with 
cuddling, and puts her cute little head in my lap. 
Could this get any better? Sports on TV? A girl in my 
lap? Now if she were just giving me a blowjob. No, 
wait. Still too tired for that. Wow.

An hour's worth of the game is all she can take and she 
starts whining, so I tell her to go take a shower, not 
even really paying much attention. "But I want to take 
it with YOU" she whines. Wow, she still does little 
girl REALLY well.

"You go get started and I'll be right in," I lie. But 
she plods off anyway. Back to the game. I'm really into 
it when I feel something warm dripping down my neck. I 
instinctively reach back to swat it away when I feel 
something sticky. My hand moves up my neck. There's 
something all over the back of my head. I reach the top 
of my head at the same time as I turn around. Allison 
is standing there buck naked and dripping all over the 
floor with a bottle of body wash in her hand and an 
evil grin on her face. I try to get mad.

"Allison, what are you doing? I'm trying to watch the 
game and you're making a huge mess all over the wood 
floors."

"YOU said you'd come take a shower with me. I've been 
in there for 15 minutes. So I figured I'd come up and 
help you get started."

"That's it..." and I jump up to chase her. Now, Allison 
LOVES this chase game. We used to do it back in the 
ballet company. (Only now do I realize that it was her 
way of flirting with me. Young girls have such odd ways 
of flirting. Guys just pull out their penises.) 

It doesn't take me long to corner here, but the ballsy 
girl squirts the soap right at me and all over the 
floor. Oh well. No use trying to keep this neat 
anymore. I pick her up screaming, grab the bottle out 
of her hand, and sling her over my shoulder. When we 
get to the still-running shower (doesn't she know 
there's a drought?) I step right in, pajamas and all. 
It doesn't matter. I'm already wet and soapy.

"There, now you're back where you belong!," I command.

"No, YOU are where YOU belong," she rightly corrects. 
Sigh. I hate it when she's right. Well, no, I don't 
really. I actually find it quite amusing and often 
adorable. But I like to pretend that it annoys me. I 
think it's just a guy thing.

Allison peels the clothes off me and we toss them out 
onto the bathroom floor to worry about later. The 
shower this time is completely non-sexual, although 
very affection. Allie picks some new exotic fragrance 
from my lineup of soaps and something different and 
'more masculine' for me. It's the body wash version of 
one of the popular men's colognes.

After the shower, we dry each other off and then I 
leave her to do her mysterious girl bathroom ritual 
while I take my pajamas and toss them in the dryer. 
I've already got some sweats on (the same ones she was 
wearing yesterday, in fact) and am on my hands and 
knees cleaning up the floor when she comes upstairs 
fully dressed in jeans and a nice, tight t-shirt. She 
doesn't have huge tits, but they sure are firm and look 
GREAT under a white t-shirt. 

It's pretty obvious she's not wearing a bra since I can 
clearly see her nipples poking out. She comes to help 
me and after about 15 minutes more of washing and towel 
drying, the wood floors are back to their pristine 
condition. Sorry, but my mom is REALLY picky about her 
floors. Well, she's picky about everything. And I just 
don't want to hear her bitch tonight. I've had too good 
a weekend.

With that done, we're all ready to do ballet. Allison 
helps me pull out my old portable ballet barre from the 
garage and we go into my room to pick out some clothes 
for me to wear. I'm glad my mom hasn't touched my old 
room because there's no way I have space in my 
apartment for all this stuff I never use. We go 
upstairs to pick out some good music from the CD rack 
and I start to change. But as soon as I pull my 
sweatpants off, Allison looks kind of embarrassed, 
turns around, and heads to the bathroom. I shake my 
head, undress, and pull on my dance belt and tights.

I don't know why she feels it's necessary to change in 
there. We've just spent the weekend enjoying 
practically every inch of each other's bodies. Force of 
habit maybe? I hear the knob on the door rattle and out 
she comes. Suddenly I'm hit with a flashback to the 
first time I saw her:

She was dressed just like this; maybe in the same exact 
clothing for all I know. I can't imagine she's bought 
anything new since she quit the company. She's wearing 
a plain green leotard with European pink tights on 
underneath. Real ballerina tights. The thick ones. Not 
some stupid grocery story pantyhose that we're 
pretending are tights. What is it about ballerinas that 
turns me on so much? Is it their slim bodies? Their 
tight muscles? The grace and ease with which they move?

The first time I saw Allison she was standing on the 
other side of the barre during company warm-up, facing 
me. She was pulling her maroon knit leggings up her 
body, leaning over. She looked up at me and smiled with 
that smile that still melts me continuously. And she 
said, 'hi' and giggled. And that was it. I wanted her. 
Of course, then she was several years underage. She 
still looks it, but now I get all the satisfaction 
without any of the danger. 

As she pulled her warm-ups over her butt she plodded 
over to me in her pointe shoes and introduced herself, 
extending her hand. Then she went back to stretching 
and I didn't take my eyes off her. My first day in a 
new dance company and I was rudely oogling this girl 
who was some 8 years younger than me. Her 15 year old 
body was just coming into its own and I remember 
wondering if she had any pussy hair, and what her 
nipples looked like. 

While I never got a direct peek until just the day 
before, I started standing next to her on the barre and 
would sit on the floor 'stretching' while she bent over 
to put on her point shoes, giving me a great view of 
the tops of her then barely formed creamy white mounds. 
Heck, they weren't all that much bigger now. I also 
used to LOVE watching her stand up on pointe, because 
her little ass would flex, and during class the girls 
weren't allowed to wear anything but a leotard a 
tights. No panties, no nothing. So I could clearly see 
every curve of her small, taut ass-globes. 

One of my favorite things was watching her get all 
sweaty during class. I loved to watch it run down her 
back and to see the dark spots on her ass and 
eventually her crotch. The girl was a sweater. Mmmmmm. 
Still is, at least in bed! But anyway, yeah, she would 
sweat and the dampness would leave dark spots on her 
crotch, and every day I would imagine that wasn't sweat 
but pussy nectar, and that it was caused by me, not our 
workout. 

My dick would get hard watching her sometimes, and I'd 
have to quickly jump to the floor and get into some 
'stretch' that would cover my crotch, since that was 
our only excuse to sit on the floor, and men's dance 
tights hide even less than a girl's leotard. Oh, but 
her nipples... sometimes her little nipples would get 
hard and...

"Enjoying yourself?" Immediately I snap back to the 
present.

"What?" I stutter.

"You've just been standing there staring off into 
space. But obviously you were THINKING about something 
good," and she lets her eyes lower down to my crotch 
where I once again have an erection. And like I said, 
the dance tights hide nothing.

"Honestly? I was thinking about you."

"Yeah, sure."

"No really." Now I sound guilty. "I was thinking about 
the first time I saw you and how I used to wonder what 
you looked like under your leotard and how I'd try to 
sneak peeks at your crotch and down your top and..."

"Never mind," she interrupts. "Just come over here and 
help me stretch." Sweet. My favorite part. Well, one of 
them. A lot of these stretching positions involve me 
basically laying on her with her legs spread in various 
poses that would otherwise be obscene. In fact, this 
used to be the closest I ever got to fucking her.

"So you like me on top, huh?" I tease her, as I press 
one leg over her head, while the other sticks straight 
down. In this split position on her back, I've got a 
great view of the bulge of her pussy mound. I don't 
know why, but I've always had a thing for that bulging 
mound. I've always loved positions where it really 
sticks out, like when a girl does a backbend or a 
'bridge'. It's probably also why I like gymnastics so 
much. Those girls do TONS of things that stick there 
hard little mounds out at the TV cameras. It's like 
free porn for me.

After about 15 minutes of fairly sexualized stretching, 
she's ready to go. We run through some of the basics of 
ballet partnering, practicing some turns, falls, and 
basic lifts. Once we feel "in tune" with each other 
again, we decide to go over the Nutcracker dance that 
she admitted she loves so much. And when we get to the 
part where I bend her over at the waist and circle her, 
I grind my crotch against her obscenely. I might as 
well give her her money's worth! Well, once we've 
finished the dance, the sexual tension is running 
pretty high. And I want to explore it.

"Let's try something new," I venture. I walk over to 
the stereo and put an Enigma CD on. My ballet teacher 
used to tell me about how good this music was to fuck 
to. I want to see if it has any kind of effect on 
Allie. "Ok, we know how to dance with each other. Let's 
start with that routine we were working on last time, 
and just see where it takes us."

Well, as soon as we touch each other I think we know 
where it is going to take us. No longer are my hands 
politely respectful of her. With each contact I explore 
and caress her body. Each lift becomes an excuse to 
suck and nibble on her flesh; to kiss her soft lips.

Everything begins to take on a sexual aspect it never 
had before. (Well, except in the back of my dirty 
mind.) Our pace becomes more and more feverish as we 
give over to the sensuality of the dance. We're both 
pretty good at improv dance, but there is a connection 
to each other and to the music like I have never felt 
before. In the back of my mind I'm wishing I had a 
camera running, because what is happening is beautiful 
and amazing, and probably some of the best choreography 
I've ever come up with. 

Allison's hips start grinding and moving in a way that 
is much more like Latin dance than ballet. She razes 
her nails down my back, teasing me and taunting me. 
Using the dance as an excuse to arouse me. Every turn, 
every step is perfectly executed and our pace becomes 
faster and more passionate. I keep pace with her and as 
she stands up tall on her pointe shoes, extending her 
arms seductively in the air with wrists crossed, I 
slowly move around her, dragging my right hand across 
her waist. 

Suddenly I grab her waist with one hand and her wrists 
with another, spin her in a full circle, and drop her 
in a dip so low that the tight ballerina hairbun on her 
head brushes the floor. Her breath is heaving and her 
skin glistens with sweat. I run my tongue from the 
opening at the top of her breasts up her bare throat 
and onto her chin. Our animal instincts have taken over 
now.

She holds her body taut as I lean over her, and 
embracing me, uses her arms on my back to slide slowly 
under me, reaching her head up and gently biting 
various spots on my body as she goes: my collarbone, 
one nipple (through my tight black shirt), a patch of 
bare skin exposed low on my stomach, and several on my 
obviously hard penis as she holds onto my butt for 
support. She then presses her body up behind me, and 
with the amazing flexibility in her back she has always 
had, rises into a full standing position. I turn 
around, both of us in heat.

Instantly we are attached to each other, arms wild, 
hands running up and down our bodies with complete 
abandon. Nothing is sacred and nothing is taboo. We are 
too animals, craving and needing each other's sex. Our 
kissing is uncontrolled and feverish. Our tongues lash 
out against whatever is near... a mouth, a chin, a 
neck. Our faces become wet with saliva and sweat, the 
two mixing as we labor against each other. 

I lick Allison's face; her eyes, her eyebrows, her 
cheeks. I want her. Completely. I've never wanted 
someone so deeply in my life. I must have her. I must 
conquer her as an animal would do in the wild. One hand 
is squeezing her tight ass checks while the other has 
moved to the front of her pelvis, taking her vulva in 
my palm and rubbing it ferociously. She rocks her hips 
against it, grinding to her own satisfaction. I must 
have her now. I drop to my knees, leaving a trail of 
kisses, bites, and saliva down her body.

My left hand pulls the crotch of her leotard to the 
side, exposing her semi-transparent tights and the sex 
meat underneath them. My other hand razes her crotch, 
causing the dark, damp spot on her pink leggings to 
grow bigger. My face is inches away from her crotch and 
I can smell her sex as she stands there moaning, 
letting me have her in whatever way I want. I can tell 
she is fully mine and I will have her. Now!

I'm so turned on that I don't even want to wait for her 
to get undressed. I grab both sides of the seam on her 
tights and rip them open, right at the crotch. She 
cries out. Her wet, shaved lips peek out of the jagged 
2 inch hole I've just created. I can see nothing else. 
Other than that spot where I see her juicy little labia 
poking out, she is still completely dressed. Both 
completely a ballerina and at the same time now my tiny 
fuck slut. A living doll, made for my pleasure. My own 
little living sex toy.

I slip a finger up into her and immediately start 
finger fucking her, hoping to loosen her hole quickly 
so I can give her the ramming she deserves. She widens 
her stance and sort of squats a little for me, allowing 
my mouth full access to suck on her clit as I finger 
her twat. Already I'm straining with my other hand to 
pull down my tights and dance belt, needing to free my 
aching prick. As soon as I can get the clothing off of 
me I pull her down on top of me. Straddling me on her 
knees, she grabs my cock and without hesitation impales 
herself on my man sword. I've never seen her so 
aggressively go after sex. But she clearly wants 
nothing other than to be filled with my meat.

I buck up against her, desperately trying to meet her 
riding of my cock as she moves up and down on my shaft. 
There is no slowness or sweetness or tenderness here. 
Just fast and hard fucking. And it's not enough. We 
both want more. We can't seem to grind against each 
other hard enough or fast enough.

I muscle her off of me, needing to take control of the 
situation. Normally I would love to just lay back and 
watch Allison fuck me, but not right now. Right now I 
need to be in control. To dominate her. I pick her up 
with one scoop and throw her over the end of the couch, 
bending her at the waist. 

Her face is buried in the pillows and they thankfully 
muffle the screams of shock and passion that are 
streaming from her. Her legs are draped down the side 
of the couch and I step up between them, grabbing my 
cock in my hand and aiming right into her wet, bright 
pink hole. Each thrust of my pelvis elicits a matching 
grunt from her and she no longer tries to even 
participate, but relaxes, giving herself fully to me 
and going limp like a rag doll.

I'm pounding the living hell out of her, not that she 
cares. To my mind she's now become just a tight little 
hole that my cock is slamming in and out of. My brain 
has completely turned off and I'm sure I'm much rougher 
with her than I would ever normally be. The noises 
coming out of her are a mix of moans and screams. She 
is now completely at my mercy.

Her groaning gets my attention and I look down and the 
beautiful ass in front of me. Pulling her leotard to 
the side has had the added benefit of giving me a great 
view of her crack, and the hole I originally ripped in 
her tights has gotten even bigger from my not-so-gentle 
penetrations. I see her rosebud winking at me. OK, I 
can no longer resist. 

The urge I had in the bathtub last night is now taking 
over and I no longer feel the inhibitions to stop it. I 
stick my finger in my mouth, getting it completely wet 
with saliva and tickling her asshole with it. Then I 
gently press in against her sphincter, slipping inside 
up to my first knuckle. She predictably tenses up, 
never having been invaded in this way before, but makes 
no other sign of resistance. She continues to moan as I 
thrust against her. 

It's a wonder I'm able to keep a steady rhythm against 
her while I play with her, but I have such a surge of 
adrenaline that I feel almost superhuman. I work my 
fingertip in slow circles, steadily pressing out 
against the muscle and forcing it to release. At the 
same time I'm exerting pressure inward, spiraling into 
her anus. Within about a minute my finger is buried 
inside her, pressing down into the wall that separates 
her rectum from her vagina. 

The rubbing becomes a full on finger-fucking as her 
asshole loosens and accommodates me. And before I know 
it, Allison is coming. Hard. I have to pull my finger 
out of her ass and hold her hips with both hands just 
to keep her from thrashing away from me. But I don't 
slow my pace. I just keep on screwing her brains out. 
Holy shit she looks good. Her ass clenching, her arms 
flailing, trying to grab onto anything near her.

And I'm in the zone. I feel as if I could fuck her all 
night. I pick up her right leg and sort of twist her 
body sideways on my cock. She drunkenly attempts to 
accommodate me, her left arm trying to find an anchor 
on the back of the couch. I raise her leg high in the 
air and prop it against my left shoulder, opening her 
crotch completely. Then I start rubbing her ass with my 
left hand and slipping my finger up and down her crack. 
As she catches her breath, she begins to moan again, 
and I can tell that she's close to a second, and 
hopefully even stronger orgasm.

This whole experience has been amazing. She is a total 
mess under me... her clothing stretched out and ripped, 
her hair has completely fallen out of the tight little 
bun she tied it in and is now sticking to her face. Her 
body is covered with sweat, as is mine. We both are 
gasping for air. But my balls are boiling and I need 
release. Even as I sense her own approaching climax, I 
relax and begin to let mine happen. 

Once again my finger is in her ass, fucking it with 
wild abandon, letting the tip of it slam into the 
sensitive wall at the back of her pussy. I can feel my 
cock on the other side, assaulting her womanhood, and 
am actually able to stimulate my tip through it. It's 
so amazingly sexy. To both of us. As she feels it she 
starts to scream, "Holy shit, Justin! Shit, shit, 
shit!" I've never in my life heard her swear like this. 

My once sweet little angel is now a filthy little 
devil. And I'm loving every minute of it. Her climax 
rocks her in a way I've never seen before. She thrashes 
around and kicks and I have to hold on with all my 
strength in order to keep fucking her. Her asshole 
spasms so hard that I can't pull my finger out of her, 
and the throbbing of her cunt-hole is all I need to 
finally get off. As she begins coming down, my own 
climax begins and I bang my pubic bone against her so 
hard I'm sure I'm bruising something. Finally with a 
tremble in my stomach my own release happens and it 
makes me stagger. Shot after shot rips into her womb, 
filling her with my hot, creamy load. 

I've never had sex like this. I've never had such a 
powerful orgasm. I can feel it start deep within my own 
ass, splitting me and shooting out of my cock and into 
her. Spasm after spasm rocks me as I fall forward and 
on top of her. I begin to get dizzy and loose all sense 
of where I am and even the fact that there's another 
human being under me. I'm floating, drowning, spinning 
in an endless eternity of pleasure. And then my whole 
body goes loose and I can only compare what happens to 
passing out.


15

Allison, her decimated body dangling precariously over 
the couch, finally opens her eyes and looks at the 
clock on the wall. "Oh shoot. You know, I REALLY should 
have been back on campus by now. I've got a lot of 
homework that I just can't finish without my computer." 
I'm a little disappointed, but at the same time, it 
feels like a good place to end the weekend. I have to 
get ready for work the next morning, and I know my 
parents are coming back soon anyway. Walking in the 
door and finding Allison's decimated figure strewn 
across their living room couch would hardly thrill 
them. 

I help Allison up and back to my room, where we slowly 
undress her and I give her tender care that seems to be 
the direct opposite of the rough, animal sex we just 
engaged in. I can tell she appreciates both sides of 
Justin. I grab some baby wipes from the bathroom (what 
in the world do my parents use those for?) and gently 
clean the cum from her pussy. Slipping her little girl 
panties back on, it's on a few minutes more before we 
have her fully dressed and packed.

With a sort of pensive 'goodbye' look, she turns at the 
door as if surveying the site of a great happening. 
Well, I guess it was for both of us. A sexual awakening 
for her, and a long awaited sexual gratification for 
me. Plus the strengthening of a friendship and the 
possibility of new-found love.

On the car ride back she is quiet. I ask her what's on 
her mind. "Oh, I just had a really good time and I 
don't want it to end."

"Neither do I," I agree.

She undoes her seatbelt and cuddled up against me. "Did 
I ever tell you that I like the taste of your penis?" 
(I'm somewhat shocked.) "I mean, I didn't think I 
would. I always thought it was kind of gross and never 
really imagined that I would give a guy a blowjob, but 
with you I LIKE doing it."

I'm not really sure where she's going with this until 
she places her hand on my thigh and starts gently 
stroking it. This seems like a really inappropriate 
time to me and my mind is racing to figure out what is 
happening. Maybe she's trying to hold on to 'the 
moment' of the weekend. Maybe she thinks she needs to 
do it to please me. Maybe she's just a little horn dog. 
I can't tell.

Her hand moves to my crotch, and she gently strokes me 
through my jeans. "Do you LIKE it when I suck on you?"

"Well yes, of course, it's one of the best things I've 
ever felt."

"Do you want me to do it right now?" To be honest, 
yeah, I really want her to. My dick is starting to rage 
again. I haven't had a libido like this since high 
school but she has me throbbing in my pants constantly. 
Still...

"I do, but I'm just a little confused about why YOU 
want to do it." She unzips my pants and starts stroking 
me on the outside of my boxers, but is quiet for a 
while.

"I don't know. I guess I just really like making you 
cum. I can't explain it, but in some ways I like making 
you cum more than when you do it to me. It's just 
really satisfying knowing that I give you that much 
pleasure, you know?"

"Yeah, I know." She's right. There have been countless 
times when I've REALLY gotten a girlfriend off hard, 
and that was all I needed for the night. So who am I to 
rob her of that pleasure?

I don't really have to do anything. I just sort of sit 
there and let her take over. She presses my cock out of 
the fly of my boxers and bends over, softly running her 
tongue in a circle around the bulging tip. "Mmmm... 
you're wet," she moans with her face still in my lap. 
After a few more cat licks on my tip, she reaches her 
lips around to guide my prick into her mouth.

But between me sitting up and being pretty much fully 
dressed, she can't get her lips around much more than 
just the tip of me, and we can both tell that without 
some adjustment this isn't going to be a very 
successful blowjob. This is again a new experience for 
me, and I think one of those things that is much easier 
to pull off in legend than in fact.

"Lift up your butt," she commands. I comply and she 
pulls my jeans down. Not a great way to drive, but 
honestly my mind is no longer on driving even as we 
zoom at 65 mph down the highway. Well, more like 59. 
Between me not wanting to get pulled over and my waning 
attention, I can't drive much faster. Then she sticks 
my dick back into my boxers and carefully pulls those 
down too. Well, this is a little better.

"Now lean your seat back a little." I feel like I'm 
low-ridin' so I adjust the base of the seat upward at 
the same time. I love having one of these nicer cars 
where you can adjust the seat in about 20 different 
directions. OK, this is a LOT better. She now has 
pretty much unrestricted access to my shaft and my 
balls.

Her hand jerks me off a little just to make sure I'm 
really ready for her, then my penis disappears behind 
her head. Although I can't see what she's doing, I sure 
can feel it. Her small, liquid lips slid down my tip a 
little. Then a little more. Then a little more. While 
she can't deepthroat, this tiny little thing sure can 
come pretty damn close. The next thing I know her head 
is bobbing up and down on me with a regular rhythm and 
at a speed that I can barely stand. It's all I can do 
to keep in my lane and I'm REALLY glad it's dark out.

Her left hand is holding my shaft steady and her right 
hand slips under my balls, pinching and tucking on the 
skin of my sack and just plain driving me wild. Just as 
I'm about to come she pulls her mouth off of me, and 
starts licking the back of my shaft in long, full 
strokes from the tip of my penis down onto my balls and 
then back up. It's an amazing little tJustin that I've 
never experienced before. After several repetitions of 
this I'm ready to come again, but again she pulls back 
from me, slowly fondling my dick but not allowing me to 
make it over the top. She looks up at me and says, "I 
want you to do it in my mouth. I want to try to swallow 
it this time."

"Allison, are you SURE?"

"Yes," she answers resolutely. Well I can't argue with 
that. She plunges back down onto me with a voracious 
determination and all I can think about is "find the 
exit find the exit find the exit." But even that slips 
from my mind and everything goes onto autopilot as she 
finally brings me over the edge with her tongue working 
on me while she pumps up and down with her tiny mouth. 
She almost seems to be squeezing the cum out of my 
balls with her right hand as I explode into the back of 
her throat. 

There's a little choke from her, but then suddenly she 
starts sucking harder and swallowing. I can't believe 
it. This inexperienced little thing is taking my 
load... pretty much all of it. I think I've had one 
other girlfriend in my life who could do this. This 
rest would either spit it out, or wouldn't even let me 
come in their mouth in the first place. 

My head is spinning as I float on the waves of orgasm. 
This is outstanding. I don't know how I can feel this 
good after all the times I've gotten off this weekend, 
but I do. Every pleasure cell of my body is lighting 
up, shooting into my dick, and spurting into her mouth. 
And what is she doing? Swallowing and moaning just like 
some little slut on the street. But she's MY little 
slut and that makes it even better. While I may not 
have been her 'first' I can tell that I'm really the 
predicate to her sexual awakening and that brings its 
own satisfaction.

My load starts to diminish and the throbbing in my 
going starts to lessen and eventually stop. I am 
completely spent. And I mean COMPLETELY. I don't think 
I can cum again for weeks. But my entire body is 
buzzing and tingling from this last orgasm and it seems 
like she was right. This was the perfect end to the 
perfect weekend. She pulls off my cock and moves her 
face up next to mine. I take a moment to kiss her on 
the lips. "Thank you," I tell her. Then I look up at 
the freeway sign we are passing. Shit! We passed her 
exit like 5 exits ago. Well, I was busy!

So I take the next one and turn the car around. But as 
we stop at the light, I turn toward her, take her face 
in my hands, and kiss her again, this time deeper and 
more sensually. I want her to know that I'm OK with 
what she just did. That it is beautiful and wonderful. 
I slip my tongue into her mouth and can taste just the 
slightest hint of me in her. In a way it's very sexy. 
That's ME. That's MY taste on her lips, not some other 
guy's. Sort of a territorial claiming thing I guess.

Not much is said in the last few minutes till she gets 
to campus. She holds my prick while it softens and we 
just enjoy the quiet and companionship. When we pull 
into the parking lot I choose a space well away from 
the building so we will have a little privacy while she 
helps me get my pants back up. There really isn't much 
to clean up because Allison has, in fact, sucked me 
dry.

So I get out, open her door for her like a gentleman, 
and walk her to the door of her dorm. "Do you want me 
to walk you up?" I ask.

"No, that's alright. I need to get some work done and 
if you come up I'm NEVER going to want to do it." So I 
give her a small, sweet kiss on the lips, a firm hug, 
and she disappears into the building. I watch as she 
disappears into the elevator, then turn and walk to the 
car, suddenly feeling very empty.

The drive home is a confusing mix of emotions. I feel 
the satisfaction of finally having conquered this 
little piece of pussy that I had wanted to fuck for so 
long. But there's more there that I hadn't expected. 
Tenderness, caring. Well, those had always been there, 
even back when she had been my dance partner. But now I 
feel something new forming. Something like... love? And 
as I get home, I find myself thrown back 10 years to 
high school, sitting by the phone and waiting for it to 
ring.

END

This was my first story, so I hope I did everything 
alright! Please e-mail me with your feedback: 
CovertScribe@gmail.com - Thanks, C.S.

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