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Meeting Lexi
by Rick (address withheld)

***

A travelling businessman meets a teen as a storm 
gathers. (M/f-teen, ped, 1st, oral, rom)

***

I looked through the windshield into the darkness and 
muttered a curse. The rain was definitely giving way to 
snow. With the mountain pass still ahead, so much for 
home and my own bed tonight. Oh well, I'd planned to 
stop for dinner at the Indian casino a few miles ahead 
anyway. I thumbed the button on my Bluetooth earpiece 
and called reservations to get a room for the night. 

An hour or two later, dinner resting comfortably in my 
stomach, I walked out of the casino's steakhouse to go 
and put my name on the list for a seat in the poker 
room. As I crossed the lobby I passed a chubby girl in 
her early teens struggling to help a woman walk towards 
the exit. She had an arm over her shoulder, but the 
older woman was taller, although skinny, and the teen 
was having trouble keeping her up. 

"Here," I said, "Let me help." 

I took the woman's other arm and draped it over my 
shoulder. She was clearly drunk virtually into 
unconsciousness, muttering to herself as we half 
dragged, half carried her out into the parking lot. 
"That's our van," the girl said, pointing to a Ford 
panel van alone in the far corner. "Oh, yes, of course 
it would be," 

I thought to myself as we came out from under the 
portico. The earlier promise of snow had not fully 
materialized, but the rain had turned to sleet and the 
freezing drops and lumps matted into my hair and slid 
down my neck as we crossed the expanse of slick black 
asphalt. 

"I'm Lexi," the girl said. "Thanks for the help, my mom 
just drinks too much sometimes." 

I held the woman up as the teen fumbled out a set of 
keys and unlocked the vans side door. I was freezing, 
wet, and damning the impulse that had led me to help. 
"Gods," I muttered, "As soon as we get her in I'm going 
to spend an hour soaking in a hot bath." The girl slid 
the door open and turned to help me hand her mother into 
the van. "I wish I could!" she said. "I have to wash in 
restrooms; I can't even take a shower." 

I looked past her into the van as we slid her now 
totally passed out mother in. Against each side was a 
foam mattress with a sleeping bag on it. Against the 
back was a pile of bags with clothing in them and some 
cardboard boxes. A small plastic dresser behind the 
drivers' seat had some tins and a few packets of Ramen 
on it. 

"You live in this?" I blurted out. 

"Yes," she replied, for three months now." 

I felt bad for her as we slid her mom onto her mattress. 
"You need to get her undressed, dried off, and into her 
sleeping bag," I told her. On another impulse I pulled 
one of the hotels key cards from its little paper sleeve 
and handed it to her. "Here, I'm in room 437. If you 
want a hot bath or shower once you have got her settled 
you can come up and let yourself in. I'm going to have a 
bath and then go down and play some poker, so the room 
should be empty in an hour or so." I walked back across 
the parking lot to the casino, reminding myself as I did 
to make sure that I put all my valuables in the room 
safe before going down to the poker room. I may be a 
soft touch, but I'm not stupid. 

After a long hot bath I locked away my laptop and car 
keys and headed down to the poker room. The cards were 
good to me, and at 1am after about four hours of poker I 
decided to head back up and go to bed, with 
significantly more than the cost of the room and dinner 
in my pocket. I was whistling as I entered the room, and 
walked into the hallway to the bathroom to brush my 
teeth. WHOOPS! Lexi was lying fast asleep in the 
bathtub! I exclaimed some sort of random noise and 
pulled the bathroom door closed. Frantic splashing from 
inside indicated that at least I'd woken her up. 

"Oh no, I'm so sorry," she called from inside the door. 
"I fell asleep!" 

I laughed, and called back to her that she need not 
apologize; I was, after all, the one who'd just seen her 
naked! She asked if she could possibly stay a few more 
minutes and refill the tub with hot water, as she was 
lying in cold water and was freezing. I told her to go 
ahead as I was just going to brush my teeth and go to 
bed anyway. I stood in the little hallway brushing my 
teeth in the sink, and couldn't help mentally picturing 
the scene the other side of the door as the bathtub was 
drained and refilled. 

Lexi was probably about 5' 4" or so, definitely on the 
chubby side, but not really fat. She had a pair of large 
breasts though, with sweet rose colored areole and 
nipples centered on them. Down between her legs a light 
dusting of pale brown hairs had been sitting above a 
beautiful pussy, the top of her clit hood just peeking 
out. I'd only seen her naked in the bath for a couple of 
seconds, but it had been a pleasant view, and I knew 
that once she left that picture would provide me with my 
night's jack-off fodder. 

I undressed and slipped into the rooms' big king size 
bed. I picked up the remote and turned on the TV to kill 
time till she left. A few channels and I hit on MTV's 
"Ridiculousness." I grinned. Perfect mental marshmallow 
to kill a few minutes. I was laughing softly at some of 
the idiotic acts in the videos when Lexi came out of the 
bathroom in a towel. 

"What's so funny?" she asked as she toweled her hair 
dry. With her arms up to do that the bottom of the towel 
was very close to giving me another forbidden view and 
it was hard to pull my eyes away. 

"Ridiculousness," I told her, and pointed at the screen 
as yet another skateboarder face-planted off a jump. She 
laughed and sat on the end of the bed as she watched.

 "I miss TV," she told me. "You miss so much living in a 
van." 

"You can stay and watch for a while," I said. "I don't 
mind." 

She slid up to the top of the bed and sat beside me, 
resting her back against the headboard. I looked over 
and gulped. The top of the towel was half way down her 
breasts, barely above her nipples, with her cleavage 
glistening pink and warm after her bath. At the other 
end as she sat there, the hem must have been barely 
below her crotch, smooth white thighs showing in all 
their glory. She saw me looking and smiled. "Sorry about 
you seeing me naked," she said. "Hope you didn't mind 
too much!"

I laughed. "The day I mind seeing a hot girl naked is 
the day they start digging my grave!" 

"I'm not hot," she said. "I'm fat. Boys tease me about 
it all the time." I turned to face her. "Tease you 
maybe... But I bet they also stare at your breasts." She 
smiled. "Yes, they do. So do older guys... Like you." 
"Busted!" I admitted, as I turned back to the TV. 

We watched for a few minutes, laughing together at the 
antics. Then she shivered. "I'm cold sitting here in a 
damp towel. Would you mind if I got under the covers for 
a few minutes?' It might have been a better idea for her 
to have just gotten dressed if she was cold, but I was 
getting pretty turned on by the way her breasts moved as 
she laughed at the show. At that moment common sense 
abandoned me. 

"Of course not! Slide on in," I replied, and she lifted 
the covers and slid under them, deftly sliding the towel 
off and dropping it to the floor in a way that didn't 
give me even a tiny flash. She slid down to lie flat, 
and put two pillows under her head to still see the TV. 
The covers were pulled up to exactly where she'd had the 
towel, just covering her nipples, but from where I was 
sitting against the headboard I could also see into her 
cleavage. 

I couldn't quite believe it. We were lying in bed 
together, only a foot or so apart, both naked. I was 
tormenting myself with doubt. Was she really as innocent 
of what she was doing as she seemed, just warming up 
before she went back to the van, or was she well aware 
of what was happening, and waiting for me to make a 
move? As I looked down at her, she gave a huge yawn, her 
head all the way back, pulling in a deep breath, and the 
covers slipped off her breasts, exposing them both to 
me. "Oops, sorry!" she exclaimed, and moved to pull them 
back up. I put my hand on hers and stopped her. "No way 
was that accidental." I told her. "You meant to flash 
me." 

She flushed red and bit her lip. "Do you really think 
I'm hot? Some of the guys Mom brings back to the van say 
so to try to get me to have sex with them instead, but 
they're always like greasy truckers and drunk 
themselves." She grimaced. "You see what Mom gets like. 
You can imagine what sort of guy is hard up enough to 
pay for sex with her." I was shocked. "She turns tricks 
in the van with you right there?" 

"No, I always leave," she replied, "but the guys often 
ask me to stay. I never have though. Mom gets really mad 
sometimes, she says they'd pay more if I stayed." 

I was shocked, and it obviously showed. "She didn't used 
to be like this," she said. "She was fine till she got 
into smoking meth, then drinking too much, then when my 
last stepdad ran off she just lost it."

"I can see why they ask, though," I said, as I removed 
my hand from hers and slowly, giving her plenty of 
chance to stop me, slid it onto her breast. 

She looked up at me, just lying there, and then her 
hand, still holding the top of the bedcovers, slid down 
away from her breasts, pushing the covers down below her 
crotch and exposing herself fully to me. "Are you sure 
you want to do this?" I asked her, as my hand stroked 
her breast. "I don't know," she admitted. "Can we just 
like, fool around, and if it's too much I'll say stop?" 
I leant over her breast and drew the nipple into my 
mouth. I licked it and felt it hardening under my 
tongue. "Of course!" I mumbled as I teased her other 
nipple between my finger and thumb. 

She moaned and wriggled as I played with her gorgeous 
teenage breasts, and I felt her hand slowly, hesitantly, 
slide over the covers between us till it found my cock. 
I was as hard as a rock already, and she gasped as her 
fingers went around it. "Is that the first one you've 
touched?" I asked her. "No," she replied. "I gave a boy 
at my last school a handjob, but he told EVERYONE so I 
never did it again." 

"I'm sorry," I told her. "High school boys can be such 
jerks." 

She nodded as she stroked me, but replied "Middle school 
not high school. I'm 13."

I paused, shocked for a moment. I had known she was 
jailbait, but had guessed at 15 or 16. 13 was younger 
than I had expected, and for a moment guilt almost made 
me stop. Then I felt her hand stroking my cock and my 
resolve vanished. After all, I rationalized, this was 
her idea, and we'd stop when she wanted to. I slid my 
tongue down from her breast onto her belly, licking and 
teasing my way down. 

I teased her navel for a minute, and then moved lower 
again, kissing the very tops of each thigh before ever 
so gently easing her legs apart and running my tongue 
down her crack. She moaned as my tongue slid over the 
clit hood I had glimpsed earlier, and I lapped at the 
juices already oozing from her. I eased her hand off my 
cock and moved my whole body down the bed to lie between 
her legs. 

My hands went under her thighs and I lifted her legs up 
and apart as my mouth gently sucked her pussy lips into 
it. My tongue licked upwards under her hood, and she 
squealed in pleasure. I wrapped my arm around her leg 
and my thumb teased and tickled at her clit from above 
as I licked at it from below. I moved my mouth lower, 
licking around her lovely little rosebud of an ass, then 
back up, my tongue pressing at the entrance to her pussy 
before moving back to her clit. 

She was moaning and writhing, her breath coming in 
pants, as she moved her hands under her own knees, 
pulling her legs wider and higher. Freed of holding her 
up, I slid my other hand under her, and my finger teased 
and explored the entrance to her sopping wet pussy. I 
eased it in, then out, then slightly further in, going 
carefully at the feel of her tight virgin hole. As I 
licked at her, rubbed her pussy and gently finger fucked 
the entrance, she bucked her hips, forcing her pussy 
onto my questing finger. "Careful," I whispered, "I'm 
trying not to bust your cherry roughly and hurt you." 

She giggled as she panted "I don't have one, I broke it 
two months ago with a candle while I was playing." As 
she said it, she pushed her pussy forward onto my 
finger, and taking the hint I thrust my hand forward 
hard and fast, burying my finger to the hilt. "Oh GOD!" 
she yelled as she jerked her hips up and away from it. 

I pulled my hand back, but then, as she rolled them back 
down, I thrust it hard back up into her again. She got 
the rhythm, and I finger fucked her hard and fast, 
driving my finger in and out of her amazingly tight 
virgin pussy while I licked at her clit and my other 
thumb rubbed her clit from above. 

She was muttering and moaning, nonsense words mixed with 
gasps and squeals as I worked her pussy for all I was 
worth. Trapped between one hand above her and one below, 
and my tongue flicking at her clit, she was lost in 
delirium. Finally, with a yell that the neighbors must 
have heard, she lost it completely. Her whole body was 
bucking and writhing on the bed, her hips madly moving 
up and down, her head thrashing from side to side as she 
exploded into orgasm. 

I held her tight, not letting her pussy away from my 
hands and tongue as she went through cum after cum. 
After ages, she started making sense. "No, please, stop, 
enough, stop, it's too much, please..." 

I gently pulled my finger out of her. I stopped rubbing 
her clit, and raised my head to look up at her as she 
lay back against the pillows. She looked down at me. "Oh 
God," she said, "I thought I'd had cums before with my 
fingers, but that was, that was, that was..." Her voice 
trailed off as she gave up trying to find the right 
words. 

I slid up the bed and lay beside her, smiling as she 
panted. Gently I reached out and rested a hand on her 
breast, and she jumped like I'd electrocuted her. "Don't 
move it!" she gasped, "It feels too good; it hurts!" I 
laughed, and she grinned at me, "Does that even make 
sense?" I rolled onto my back and slid my arm under her 
head. "I know just what you mean," I assured her. 

She rolled over to me, and rested her head on my 
shoulder. I raised my arm around her and put it on her 
shoulder. "Mmmm," she whispered as she snuggled into my 
side, "this feels so nice." As we lay there cuddling, 
her hand began tracing bigger and bigger circles on my 
chest until it reached my cock, still rock hard and 
unsatisfied. She gripped it and gently began stroking 
it. "Your turn now," she giggled, and then suddenly 
knelt up next to me. 

She looked down at me and gave me that smile again 
"Teach me to give a blowjob." 

I didn't have to be asked twice, that was for sure. I 
showed her how to take the head into her mouth and run 
her tongue around it, how to lick up and down the shaft 
and play with my balls. I taught her how to watch my 
face and listen to me so that she could tell what was 
particularly good and what to repeat. The girl was a 
natural! Within minutes she was giving me one of the 
hottest blowjobs I'd ever received. 

As I looked down at her working my cock, I realized that 
she had one hand between her legs and was rubbing 
herself as she sucked me. "Slide up here," I told her. 
"Kneel over my face and put that sweet gorgeous pussy on 
my mouth." 

As her pussy lowered onto my tongue I started licking it 
again, my hands gripping her butt cheeks and teasing her 
ass. Within moments she was moaning around my cock and 
panting. I sped up, realizing she was going to have 
another orgasm any second. As she got close though, she 
pulled her head up off my cock. "Fuck me!" she said, 
"don't make me cum like that again, I want you in me. 
Fuck me now please!" I lifted her off me and lay her on 
the bed next to me and knelt up. 

"Oh Shit! I can't," I told her, "I don't have any 
condoms." 

"Don't need them," she gasped, opening her legs in front 
of me and rubbing her pussy as she looked up at me, "I'm 
on the pill!" 

That was all I needed to hear! I knelt between her legs 
and rubbed my cock up and down the crack of her pussy as 
she moaned "Put it in, don't tease me, please, now, do 
it, put it in, fuck me." 

My cock was as hard as it had ever been, and I 
grinned... It was going to need to be to get into that 
tight virgin hole. I pushed hard, and she moaned as her 
lips spread out around it. I tensed and gave another 
thrust, and with an almost audible pop the head of my 
cock slid into her warm wet pussy. It was so tight it 
felt like she was trying to bite it off! She moaned, 
muttering "Ow ow ow ow!" gently under her breath. 

"Does it hurt?" I asked her. "Do you want me to take it 
out?" 

She looked up at me. "Yes, and don't you dare. It hurts 
but it feels great too." My cock was still soaking wet 
from her blowjob, but her pussy was still leaking juices 
below it, so I scooped up more pussy juice and spread it 
over my cock before slowly and smoothly pushing further 
and further into her. 

She groaned as I pressed further and further up that 
virgin pussy, alternately muttering "Oh yes, Oh yes" and 
"Ow, Ow!" 

Finally, I felt the pressure of her lightly haired mons 
press against mine. I was in to the hilt, and I grinned 
down at her. "I can't believe how big you feel." she 
gasped up at me. "I can't believe how tight you feel." I 
replied, and we both laughed. I slowly pulled out till I 
felt the head of my cock get to the entrance, then just 
as slowly eased it all the way back in.

As she gasped, I pulled back and thrust slowly in again. 
I leant forward and put my hands on the bed each side of 
her head, and began to slowly fuck her. She had her 
hands under her knees again, legs held wide open and up 
and I slowly thrust in and out, long strokes all the way 
out and all the way in, not slamming home and maybe 
hurting her, nor popping out. 

At first she just lay there and took it. I could tell 
that it was hurting her, but also that she loved it, and 
in almost no time she was moving too. She began raising 
her hips to meet my thrusts, and trying to speed up the 
rhythm as I fucked her. As she did, I got faster and 
faster, also thrusting in more forcefully, feeling my 
bush of pubic hair slamming harder and harder into her 
almost smooth 13 year old pussy. 

She was talking too, by now, although nothing but 
variations on "Fuck me" and "harder, faster," and I did 
my best to oblige her. Her pussy was so tight, and I was 
so horny, that I knew I wasn't going to last long. It 
seemed like it was going to be long enough, though, as I 
saw the unmistakable signs of her next orgasm building. 
Sure enough, with a yell she came like a freight train. 
She was yelling and sobbing, bucking and writhing, 
telling me to fuck her and then no to stop and then to 
fuck her again.

Her pussy was having spasms around my cock, and that was 
all it took. With a grunt and a yell of my own I came, 
jet after jet of hot cum spurting into her virgin 13 
year old pussy. I fell forwards onto her, utterly spent, 
and she lay beneath me whimpering and moaning. When I 
could I rolled off her, and this time the pop as my cock 
pulled out actually was audible. I lay on my back next 
to her, the two of us panting like racehorses after the 
Kentucky Derby. 

"Wow" she said after a few minutes. Then after a few 
more, just "Wow" again. I reached off the bed and picked 
up the towel and pressed it between her legs. "I came a 
LOT." I explained to her. "Let's not have a huge wet 
spot on the sheets." She giggled. A few minutes later 
she went to the bathroom and I heard her washing. She 
came back to bed and snuggled into me again, her head on 
my chest and my arm around her. 

We fell asleep like that, and in the morning we woke in 
the same position. We shared a long hot bath together, 
then made love again before the hotel called me to tell 
me it was checkout time, and would I like to extend for 
another night. I told them no, I had to get on the road. 
The girl on the phone laughed, and suggested I look out 
the window. I did, to see a great expanse of white 
across the parking lot. The cars were little more than 
bumps in the snow, and in the far corner where Lexi and 
her mom had their van parked there was a drift at least 
ten feet deep. "OK," I told the front desk, "I guess I'm 
staying over."

I looked back over at the window. Lexi was standing 
there, nude, looking out at where the van with her mom 
in it was. She turned back to me. "Do you think we 
should have security go check if my mom is OK?" she 
asked me. I looked at the snow. "Yes," I told her, "I 
think I should. You stay here though." 

I looked out again at the deep snow and the ice crusted 
around the trees and buildings, and my heart sank. 
"Lexi," I said gently, "your mom was very drunk and 
drugged last night, and it obviously got really cold. 
Stay here and wait, but I think it's very likely that 
she's at least going to need medical help. If she does, 
there's going to be a lot of questions asked about where 
you spent the night, and who with. Just tell them I let 
you sleep here because it was going to be so cold."

Lexi looked at me, then out the window. "It's really 
cold out there." she said. "If mom is dead, there's 
nothing in the van with my name on it and they won't 
even know I was with her. They won't even know who she 
was for days because the van's stolen." I looked at her 
in surprise. "You seem to be taking that idea very 
calmly," I told her. 

"She's been trying to drink herself to death for six 
months," Lexi replied. "I've been expecting to find her 
dead every time I have woken up for the last two. I 
already cried for her."

I left her and went down to the lobby. At the security 
desk I told the guard that the night before I'd spoken 
to a woman in the bar who was living in her van, and had 
parked it in their parking lot, and that I'd had to help 
her out to it because she was so drunk. He thanked me, 
asked me where it was parked, and told me they'd check 
on her, and I went back up to the room. 

Lexi and I stood in the window and watched security 
guards with shovels digging their way from the back door 
of the hotel towards the van. When they got there, I saw 
as they dug the snow away that the door was open. A 
guard shoveled snow out, then climbed in. More snow flew 
out, then the guard stuck his head out and spoke to his 
colleague. He climbed out and the two men walked back to 
the hotel. 

Within an hour there were a dozen men with sticks 
quartering the parking lot, pressing the sticks down 
through the snow. All the time we stood there, in 
silence, watching. It was almost dark when there was a 
shout and the men all congregated at one spot. Shovels 
flew and then two men bent and straightened, holding a 
stiff body. Lexi gasped and spun to me, burying her face 
in my chest and crying. I patted her head and comforted 
her as she cried. After a few minutes the house phone 
rang. "Have you been watching out the window, sir" asked 
the man on the phone. "Yes." "Then you know we found a 
body?" 

"Yes." "Can you come down and tell us if it's the woman 
you helped to her van last night?" "I'll be right 
there," I told him, and put the phone down. I turned to 
Lexi. She had wiped her face and was sitting on the end 
of the bed. "Come on, Lexi," I said to her, "we have to 
go down and see them." 

She looked at me. "They will never believe I just slept 
here, especially since you didn't tell them about me 
when you asked them to check on my mom." I shrugged. 
"That's my problem, Lexi, not yours. I knew you were 
jailbait when I let you slide under my bed covers. Now I 
guess I have to pay for it." She jumped to her feet with 
a shout. 

"NO! I told you, no-one even knows who she is. No-one 
knows I was with her. I was at my last school only a 
week before she stole the van and we moved again. No-one 
there will remember her or who she was with. You don't 
mention me, we leave together, and then you just call my 
old school, tell them you are my dad, and have them send 
my papers. I can enroll in school and go on without 
her." I looked at her. It might even work. "You don't 
even know if I'm married." She looked like she'd been 
gutshot. "Are you?" she asked. "No," I replied, "but you 
never asked."

I walked up to the knot of hotel workers in the lobby. 
The guard I had spoken to asked if I was up to seeing 
the body and telling him if she was the woman I'd helped 
to the car. I nodded, and he pulled the cover off her 
face. I looked down and nodded. "Yes, that's her." A 
sudden thought came over me... Cameras! "My daughter and 
I helped her out around 8 last night. Lexi stayed out 
there to help settle her then came back in." 

"Ah, right," he replied. "We saw there were two of you 
on the cameras, and that she came in later." I nodded. 
How many more bullets will I need to dodge? "I'm afraid 
the Tribal Police will need to talk to you both, but 
that probably won't be for a day or two. From the 
cameras, and what the bartender said she drank, I don't 
think this case will need more than a few signatures on 
the right papers anyway." 

It turned out he was right. The police didn't even ask 
me to stay until they could see us. Lexi and I drove off 
when the Interstate opened, and we gave our statements 
to the police over the phone a week later. Lexi's old 
school forwarded her papers without a qualm, and my 
friends and co-workers had no reason at all to question 
my story of an old college girlfriend who had died, and 
the daughter by her that I had never known existed that 
I now had custody of. 

Lexi and I have been living together for a year now, 
loving Daddy and daughter in public, even more loving 
wild fuck bunnies in private. 

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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