Uncle Micky
The Best Fucking Year Ever - part 2 Summary: Coach Wilkinson continues his tale. He finds he has to make some choices, while some are out of his control. If you haven't read Part 1, I strongly suggest you read it first. Story Codes: M/f(14) oral, first, M/f(15) first Updated: July, 2019-----------------------------------------------------------------------
!!!WARNING!!!!
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(Many thanks to my colleague Phil Gorman for his proofing and editorial assistance)
The Best Fucking Year Ever - part 2
Prologue
We left Edwin's after Coach finished the first part of the story of his great year. I had a lot of questions but decided to keep them until we met the next night at his house. When I arrived, I got some more info about him. He finally hit it big in real estate the summer after his great year when Edwin contracted with him to sell his house and find him a new one. Jeff found the perfect place for Edwin out at Lake Laura and sold his old house for way more than it was worth. Jeff had made more in commission on those two transactions than he had made the previous year teaching. With Edwin's recommendation, he was a sought after realtor by the wealthy folks in the area. Jeff lived very nicely, no worrying about bills for him! We settled into his den and he asked me what I wanted to go into that night. "How about Elizabeth? I find it interesting that she and Betty have the same first names." "Yeah, I thought it was pretty cool. A coincidence if there ever was one. Little Liz … I had started calling her Liz and in my mind I referred to her as 'Little Liz.' Well, now she was developing into a nice distraction." Liz, it seemed, had a change of heart, in a manner. She had decided that she would no longer share her charms with any of the boys at school. Liz decided that taking care of her favorite teacher, the old guy down the block, and her older brother's friend, would be enough activity for now. Turns out, her reputation was taking a bit of a beating by all the nasty things the boys were saying. She had a long conversation with her aunt, confessing almost everything she had done and her aunt told her that the only way to stop all the talking was to stop all the blowing. Liz didn't care for this advice, but knew her aunt was right.-----------------------------------------------------------------------
The coach continued …
It was right before Thanksgiving. Liz had already done me twice. The first, I already told you about, and the second, was on a Saturday morning. We made a plan on Friday and I picked her up at the coffee shop near school the next morning. We drove out of town to a park she really liked. We went for a walk and, in a nice secluded spot; she took care of her old teacher in winning fashion.
The third time was really something! Remember that warm spell we had right before Thanksgiving? I'll tell ya, the girls at school really made the best of it! Skirts and shorts everywhere! It was eye candy on parade! Everyone was in a good mood. It was my prep period and I was doing some grading when there came a knock on the door. I yelled to come in, and lo and behold, it was Liz. The class I had her in wasn't until the following period, and I was sort of surprised to see her; but, after one look, I was one happy camper. She looked like she came out of some sort of illegal school girl porno! White blouse, light white button up sweater, short, plaid pleated skirt, sexy as shit white stockings that reached to midthigh, and shiny black Mary Janes. She had her long blonde hair in two pigtails, tied high on the sides of her head. She stopped at the door for a minute, letting the outside light silhouette her, like in a picture. "Liz! Come in." Sitting back in my chair I asked, "Isn't that skirt a little short, perhaps a dress code violation?" "I think it looks kind of cute, don't you?" "It looks a hell of a lot more than cute! How in the world have you made it through the day?" As she slowly walked through the room over to my desk, she answered with a smile, "Easy, silly, I rolled it up before I got here!" She played a bit with the waist and the skirt went even higher. "So, what brings you around?" "Oh, we were all done in Ms. R's class and I asked her if I could come here and finish a test for you. She should be calling soon. Anyway, I was wondering if there was anything I could help you with … you know … here in class?" I was getting hard just looking at her! How did the boys at school survive this?! God, I was ready to jerk off just looking at her! The phone rang; it was frumpy, pathetic Ms. R. I verified that Liz was here and, yes, she had to finish a test. By the time I hung up, Liz had slid herself onto my desk right in front of me, her legs slightly spread. She was showing me the outline of her pussy, covered in a beautiful white lacy panty. I couldn't tear my eyes away! "Ahem! Mr. Wilkinson?" "Liz! Ah, yes?" "You know she likes you?" "Of course she likes me! Everybody pretty much likes me." "No, not like that, she LIKES you. You should see her face when your name comes up. She talks so highly of you. I know she likes you." "Well, that's pretty flattering … she's not really my type though." "Ugly and fat? Do you judge by looks?" "Truthfullly, looks do play a role, but not the only role. Ms. R used to work with me over at Westside. Now, don't you ever share this, OK? But, I've never met a more depressing person in my life. If something can go bad, she'll spend days worrying about it, and then it happens! The woman's water heater caught on fire! Personality, intelligence, and humor go hand-in-hand with looks. Sorry to say, Ms. R is lacking in all of them. Do you understand?" "Yeah, I guess it makes sense. Is this kind of like when they say someone is ugly when they're talking about personality?" "Exactly! In the long run, looks will almost always fade. If the only thing someone has is looks, there really isn't much of a future for them. Ms. R isn't ugly in that sense, she's … just … depressing." "What about me? Sometimes I think I'm ugly and I'm not real clever or anything." "Are you out of your mind?! You're an absolute knockout! First, you're naturally sexy as hell. Second, your looks are yours and, incomparable to anyone else. A very rare fool may think you're unattractive; but, take my word for it; it's their problem, not yours! Then there is you … you are smart, funny, and caring. Most important, at least in my mind, is that you know what you like and want, then go about pleasing yourself, which pleases others. No, girl, you are the complete package!" Just as I finished my sentence, she was off the desk and practically lying on top of me. She had already performed exquisite felatio on me; but, we had not been "intimate." I welcomed her decision to kiss me. My arms were around her, she was arched into me, it was almost awkward as I was still seated. Hungrily her lips met mine. Her lips moved much too quickly. Her lack of experience was evident as her lips smeared across mine. I moved my hands across her lithe body, holding her just under her arms as I gently lifted her away from me. She didn't understand what was happening. I shushed her. "Softly, Liz, use your lips softly and wait for me to respond. Then we kiss together." I pulled her closer and our lips met. I kissed her and she softly kissed back. She audibly sighed. I tilted my head to the right and she followed suit. I pulled on her lips with mine, opening our mouths and she mimicked my movements. I audibly sighed. I tilted my head to the left; she followed and surprised me by gently pushing her tongue into my mouth, finding my tongue. Her breathing was coming faster and deeper as we kissed. I ran my hands all over her. I was caressing and fondling her at will! She was so small! Her waist was thin and I was able to easily lift and reposition her. Her ass was delightful and provided a delectable hand hold. I could feel her arching herself into me, pressing her hips against my erect dick. I ran my thumbs across her tits, or rather, her bra. She was small up top and would remain relatively small, but they felt great nonetheless! Liz broke our kiss, held my head in her hands, smiled, and silently slid down to her knees between my legs. "Mr. W., lift!" She was undoing my belt and pants, pulling them down. I lifted and assisted. She stopped and gazed at the outline of my hard dick pressing underneath the fabric of my briefs. She glanced up at me and gave me a wicked smile. She pulled the front of my briefs down and released the Kraken! Her hands were immediately around the base and starting to slide up the shaft. She leaned down, flipped her hair over to the left and placed her lips on the head of my dick. She tilted her head to the left and ran her lips and tongue down from the head of my dick to the base. She cupped my balls in her right hand and kissed each one. Her mouth returned to my shaft and her fingers fondled my nuts. She used her left hand to jack my shaft while she moved her lips up and down. I was starting to feel the build up! "Suck me off Liz! Suck my dick!" Liz straightened a bit, and then hovered her mouth over my dick. She placed her lips on the top of my dick and slowly sucked me into her mouth. I watched as her lips rolled back when her mouth pushed down, first enveloping the head, then a good portion of the shaft. This is what she was best at! She started to fuck my dick with her mouth. Her hand was stroking the lower part of my shaft as she worked the rest of my dick in and almost out of her mouth. Every once in a while, she released it to kiss and lick her way around it. I leaned back in my chair, my legs were stretched out alongside her and I watched as I felt myself hitting the edge. I placed a hand on the back of her head. "Liz … Liz … get ready, here it comes! Nnnmmmmmrrrrrr!" She was sucking like mad! She was working and swallowing faster than I could cum! I continued to growl like a besotted Irishman until I had no more juice left inside me. All I had, was now in her. Liz held onto my dick and softly sucked on it until I was limp. She kissed and licked it as if it was some sort of precious treasure. I gently stroked her head while she cleaned me with her mouth. God, she was good at what she did! "Liz? This Saturday? Maybe I can return the favor! Can we make it work?" This beautiful fourteen year-old freshman was kneeling between my legs, my flaccid dick still in her hand, when she said, "Oh, Mr. W., not this Saturday! I have to go to the stupid robotics competition." "Shit! Well then, we need to figure something out soon and we can't, or … actually, shouldn't be doing this here anyway. We need to make a … a …" "Date?" "Yes, exactly! A date!" "How about a week from Saturday? My parents don't even check up on me anymore. Know what? I've started running! I'm going to try out for the track team. I'm out running every day now. Maybe some time you could offer me a ride if I run too far? I could go running next week, on Saturday!" Well, the rest of the day turned into one hell of a day! That little tart spent all of class that day either flashing me her panties or bra! I'll tell ya though, that skirt really did show off her legs! She had one beautiful set of legs! I'll come back to Liz, but let me update you on Shanna. She was pretty much in recovery during the fall, right up to Christmas break. We spent a lot of time together; nothing untoward or anything. I sincerely was looking to help her. She was becoming more and more special to me. Her afternoons during the week were pretty full, which was good for her. Her mother worked late and her brother was in after-care. After our last class of the day, the kids mostly leave and we teachers have to stay for an hour. That's when we have conferences, meetings, tutoring, detentions, club meetings, or whatever else needs to be done. So, on Mondays, Shanna had her off-campus therapy session. Tuesdays she was with me in my room and, on Wednesdays, she had photography club. She had an old digital camera her mother let her use; but, from time to time she got to use one of the nice cameras belonging to the school. Thursdays were most often spent with me in my room and on Fridays, she either spent time with me or went with some other kids for coffee or something. There were even some mornings I would find her waiting for me at the door to my classroom before school. We grew extremely close during our times together. She opened up about everything in her life and I shared things that had gone on with me. Every few weeks or so, I would call her mother and together we would discuss Shanna's progress. While her mother never said anything to Shanna, about her and me talking, I always let Shanna know about whatever her mother and I discussed. The last day of school before Christmas break is always a sort of throw-away day; lots of gift-giving and such; the kids are much too excited to learn anything. I had a card for Betty in the car. She told me, in no uncertain terms, that there was no way for her to explain to Scott a gift from me. I didn't like it, but I agreed. I got Liz a Christmas card and Amazon gift card. She was very happy! Shanna, though, was different. I searched and searched for the right present. I put more into picking out something for her than I ever did for my ex; which might explain why I'm divorced! It took some looking and thinking; but, I finally settled on a very nice digital camera. It wasn't the most expensive; but, it definitely wasn't the cheapest! I got her the best extra lenses I could find too. She stopped by right after school that last day, and we exchanged gifts. She asked me not to open mine until Christmas. I asked her to open hers right then. Well, I hit it on the head! She wanted to know how I knew that it was exactly what she wanted. I smiled at her and said I just knew. As she was leaving, she stopped and gave me a big hug. She looked up at me and kissed me on the lips! Not a short little smack of a kiss; but, rather, a nice full lipped kiss. She paused and said, "I love you." Before I could reply, she was out the door. Now that was different! I opened the nicely wrapped box and found an old book. It was a very early edition of The Wizard of Oz! I had mentioned months before that it was one of my favorite stories; not the movie, you understand, but the book! If you haven't read the book, then you don't know the story. The copy she gave me is the kind you find on a dusty back shelf at some dusty old bookstore. I love dusty old bookstores! It was in such a store that I found a first edition, hard cover copy of John Wooden's Practical Modern Basketball, a bible to me. Anyway, Shanna's gift was one of the best I ever received. For the sake of propriety, Betty and I had decided to never meet at school. We passed notes between our mailboxes and texted each other; then, if we were going to meet up, we usually met at May's Grille. No one from school ever went there, and we had plenty of privacy; as I said, it was very discreet. I believe we weren't the only ones who had afternoon assignments at May's. She and Scott were going to be gone for two weeks; back to his parent's house for Christmas. She was dreading every moment of it. Jokingly, she asked if I could secretly drive over and get a hotel room so she could sneak away and see me. I actually considered it for a moment. Anyway, I was looking at having a Christmas by myself; which, honestly, didn't seem all that unappealing! I had gone to my brother's house in Florida the previous two years and, although I loved seeing everyone, I really didn't enjoy myself. I decided to stay at home and maybe do some volunteer, work. You know they do a Christmas dinner for the needy at the Lodge, right? I volunteered to work it. I didn't make it though. Two days before Christmas I got a call from Shanna's mom asking me to join them for Christmas dinner. I turned the tables on her and invited them to my place. She almost seemed relieved and quickly accepted. I got her a nice gift pack of wine and Shanna's little brother a portable game player. Shanna and I had a little bit of time together after dinner when we all went for a walk. "I need to say something to you." "Please, Mr. W., not about what I said the other day!" "Oh yes, something like that doesn't go unanswered." Her mom and brother were ahead of us; we walked in silence I put my arm around her shoulders. "I feel the same about you, I have almost from the first time I met you. I want you to know … you're loved, and loved deeply. I'll always be there for you … and you never need to be afraid of what you say or feel." She leaned in closer and half asked/half said, "We can't do anything, can we?" "No, no we can't. Sometimes love works that way. In another time or another place, who knows? For us though, we have to be happy with what we have." That's the way it stayed between us, at least for quite a while. Tell ya what, lets finish with Liz and then we'll come back to Betty and Shanna, OK? Liz never slowed down or missed a beat. We met on several different Saturdays when she was supposed to be running or at a school activity. It was in March when I caught a break. Remember Edwin, from the steakhouse? He has a cabin up on Ascot Lake. It's a nice A-frame sort of place with a great view of the lake. I asked him about it and he told me I could use it whenever he wasn't there. That year, St. Paddy's day was on a Saturday and Liz told her folks that she was going to be running in a special 5K and attending an after party for the runners. As it turned out, her parent's plans involved attending the town parade and then a blowout at one of the Irish pubs. They weren't even sure they would make it home. Everything fell properly into place! I packed us a nice lunch and headed to the coffee shop. I picked Liz up around ten that morning for the hour-long drive to the lake. She looked picture perfect and good enough to eat! She was wearing some school sweats, had a bag slung over her shoulder and, a hot cup of something or another in her hand when I pulled through the parking lot. She quickly walked over and was in my car in a flash. After driving around to the side of the lot, I pulled over before hitting the exit and we shared a quick kiss. Heading into traffic, I asked, "What's in the bag?" "I brought a change of clothes, something I thought you might like." "I dearly love the way you think young lady!" The drive went by in a flash. We got to the cabin, if that's what you want to call it, and let ourselves in. As promised, the place was empty, and beautiful! It had a large central room that flowed back to a dining area and the kitchen. To the front there was a huge fireplace, floor-to-ceiling windows looking out over the large porch, the lawn, and down to the lake. A den and the master bedroom were on one side and three guest rooms on the other. There was a large, covered rear porch which led to the in-ground pool and pool house. Above the kitchen was a loft area with a pool table, easy chairs and a home theatre. There was a second floor porch above the rear porch that had a nice Jacuzzi on it. That was what I wanted! "Liz, I think I'll fire up the Jacuzzi; we should relax and enjoy ourselves." "Mr. W, that sounds great but I didn't bring a bathing suit; Christ, it's like forty degrees out!" I simply smiled and said, "Neither did I kid, neither did I. C'mon, I was told there are some robes we can use in the first guest room. I'll set up the Jacuzzi and be right back." "Kay, Mr. W." It only took a minute to prep the Jacuzzi and I was back downstairs and on my way to the guestroom. I came in through the open door just as Liz was sliding her robe on. I missed the show! Oh well, I proceeded to undress and she watched me closely. I kind of found it erotic, this fourteen year-old cocksmith closely watching me as I disrobed. I got a bit of a woody going before I put on my robe. "I like what I see Mr. W.!" We went upstairs and out on the porch. I quickly disrobed and got in the tub. Now it was my turn to watch, and Liz did not disappoint. She didn't do anything overtly sexy. She simply took her time opening and dropping her robe. She was perfect! Her long blonde hair was again in two ponytails high on the sides of her head. She was thin but maturing, she had softness without any excess. Her little tits were half-lime sized. She wasn't going to be a buxom woman but everything fit. Her rib cage was visible and stomach very defined. She had quite a thigh gap with a pouty reddish brown pussy capped with light brown hair above her slit. Her legs were lean and fit. As she straddled the side to get into the tub, her pussy opened and exposed a wonderful pink interior. She smiled at me as she slid into the roiling warm water. Her eyes closed as she laid back into the seat across from me and luxuriated in the caresses of the warm water. Our legs intertwined and, before long, we were both exploring each other with our feet. I took one of her feet into my hand and proceeded to massage her dainty foot up through her calf. She was enjoying the attention and made it known with deep sighs and soft smiles. I moved to her other foot with the same results. When I released her, she finally looked at me and slid herself on to my lap. The feel of her lithe body gently caressing my dick had the expected result. She moved to the side and reached for my erection with her hand. Once she found me, she began a gentle stroke of my manhood. "Liz, you can't finish me off, not in the tub. I can't leave a load in here." With a pout, she said, "Doesn't seem fair to me; but, I guess we have to be good guests. Let's get out." Liz quickly put on her robe and headed back inside. The ends of her ponytails got wet which gave her a sort of odd look. I put in the disinfectant, let the tub run a minute and then shut it down before heading inside. Liz met up with me just inside the sliding door. "Let me dry you … here, give me your robe." She used the robe like a towel, drying me in the warmth of the loft/game/theatre room. In a flash, she was on her knees and had my half erect dick in her mouth. I shuffled around, and back a bit, so I could rest my ass on the side of the pool table and look out the sliding doors to the hills beyond. With a glance downward I watched Liz as she performed the act she was born to do! Her hands were wrapped around me, clutching my ass cheeks; she slid her mouth down my shaft as she pulled me into her. When she slid back up, she relaxed on my cheeks. I noticed her robe was starting to fall open; I reached down to slide it off her shoulders. She lowered her arms and shrugged it off. She placed her hands on the back of my thighs and continued as before. She released my dick with a little girl giggle and replaced her mouth with her hand. She started to jerk me off as she sucked one nut and then the other in her mouth. She stroked me with greater urgency as she tongued up and down my shaft. My breathing got faster and I felt that familiar tightening in my ass. "Liz, I'm cumming! Watch out … I'm …" Very business-like, Liz laid the head of my dick across her chin and up to her lips. I grunted and shot my first load directly alongside her nose and between her eyes, leaving a pearly white string across her face. She shifted ever so slightly and my second load hit her right under her nose, mostly covering her lips. She opened her mouth and my next load leapt directly on her tongue. Some of the spunk on her face was also making its way into her mouth as I pulsed my next loads directly into her mouth. She was milking me with her hand and, once I slowed a bit, she swallowed what was in her mouth. She stroked me with her left hand, used her right hand to gather up her facial, pushing it into her mouth as the last drips coming from the head of my dick lingered midair between my dick and her mouth. Liz made quick work of those last offerings. She sucked my softening dick several more times before finally releasing me. I practically crumpled to my knees right in front of her. She laughed in a self-satisfied sort of way and hugged me. I hugged her back and became astutely aware of her perky hard tits poking into my chest. God they felt great! With us still in a hug, and her head on my shoulder, she asked, "Did I see you bring a cooler in? Do we have lunch?" "You still hungry?" "That was just an appetizer! So, do we?" "Yes, nothing fancy, but it should be good. Let's head downstairs." We put our robes back on and made our way to the kitchen. Liz had a little sheen on the side of her nose when she asked, "Mr. W., how long 'til we eat?" "My best guess would be about fifteen minutes, why?" "I'm going to freshen up and get dressed. I shouldn't be long." "Dressed?" "Oh, don't you worry … I think you'll be happy!" And happy I was! The soup was perfectly warm and the toasted sandwiches were ready when Liz walked out of the guestroom and into the kitchen. She was wearing the school girl outfit! Her hair was still in the two, high-side, ponytails. She wore the white button up blouse but this time it was tied in a loose knot, exposing her midriff. Her skirt was obviously rolled up again. As a matter of fact, if it were rolled up any more, it wouldn't have counted as a skirt! She was also wearing those fucking hot-as-hell, mid-thigh, stocking things! Fuck! I was getting hard just looking at those; and, of course, those innocent black shoes with the straps. I had set up our bowls and plates on the high counter where you sit on the bar stools while eating. She came strolling over, hooked her heel on the stool rung, and slid her ass up onto the stool while flashing me a panty-filled crotch. She daintily crossed her legs; the skirt barely covered her ass. She kept her legs to the side facing me and had to twist herself to get a spoonful of soup. I joined her and followed suit, more or less; I kept my legs turned toward her. Whenever we spoke, we simply turned straight and were talking face to face. In no time at all, lunch was finished and I took her by the hand to assist her off the stool. She held my hand as she led us to the large fireplace that rose up in the middle of the front windows. I knew what she was thinking. "We really don't have time to build a fire." "That's too bad. I think a fire would have made this even more perfect than it already is." We stood for a moment, hand-in-hand, and then I led her to the front guest room. It was the nicest of the guestrooms with a large picture window overlooking the lake. We've never had this sort of privacy before; all by ourselves in a very nice house, and a real bed for to use. I reached my hands around her thin waist and pulled her in towards me. She turned her head up and we kissed. My hands were all over her, up her back, cupping her ass, fondling whatever could be fondled. Liz was kissing like a pro. I think she must have been doing some practicing. She was arching and pushing herself into me. She felt so tiny, so, thin, so small … so young! I gently walked her over to the big, soft bed and placed my hands on her hips. I pulled back from her while maintaining our kiss and moved to untie her shirt knot. The knot was undone in a flash. I slid my hands inside the shirt and lifted it up and off her shoulders. I ran my hands down her front and confirmed what I had suspected during lunch: she was braless! I hadn't felt anything like her tits since I was a youngster myself! I broke our kiss, stood back and took a good look. She was amazing! Thin but not emaciated or reedy. Her curves were just right; and, that outfit! Shit, she was a Hebe fantasy come to life! I gently moved her ponytails behind her shoulders, picked her up by the waist, and settled her down on the bed. I moved us completely onto the bed and lay on my side, with my hand gently caressing every part of her I could reach. Liz started to move to take off her skirt but I stopped her. "No, that stays. Anyway, if there is anything that needs to come off, I'll take it off." I knew exactly how I wanted her! I cupped her head with my left hand as my right traveled across her body. I leaned in for another kiss as my hand made its way up her left leg to her crotch. I cupped her panty encased pussy with my hand and palmed her as we kissed. She started to quietly mewl and softly squirm as my manipulations had their desired effect. Liz spread her legs wider, lifting her knees, giving me greater welcome to her most private of privates. I could feel the dampness and warmth. I moved from her lips. Down her chin and neck onto her chest. Her little tits had almost disappeared with her on her back. I switched my hand from her pussy to cup up her left tit. I cupped it with my thumb and forefinger, lifting it to meet my lips. Her light pink areola and little pink nipple were so cute! I sucked the treat into my mouth and ran the tip of my tongue around her nipple. It quickly rose and became a hard as a raw pea. I squeezed her mini-mammary with greater vigor as I applied greater suction with my mouth. Her left hand clamped onto the back of my head as she mashed me harder onto her tit. She turned her left side towards me, pushing her tit into my mouth. It was fucking great! I shifted to her little, right tit and repeated the process. I used my left hand on that tit and kept my right on the other, fondling it with urgency. My efforts were paying off. She started to moan, and then audibly gasped when I applied extra suction, or a little teeth, to her tits. By this time I was moving back and forth, enjoying both of the little delicacies presented. You know, this might sound weird; but, her tits made me think of those little filled cream puff pastries. They're small and light; but, oh so tasty! I moved my right hand back down to her pussy and kissed my way across her flat tummy. She still had her pleated, plaid, school girl skirt on, and damn was it sexy! I moved myself so I was on my knees, next to her legs. I daintily picked up the hem of her skirt and neatly folded it back, exposing her panties and the prominent wet spot there. I looked up at her with anticipation. Liz gazed back, her breathing shallow and quick. I placed the tips of my forefingers inside the waist band of her panties and gently pulled them down. She lifted her butt, easing my task. As I started pulling her panties down, she dropped her butt to the bed. "Mr. W.?" "Liz?" "I've never … no one … I mean … not this far." "You haven't gotten undressed with someone else? Right?" She nodded her head; her eyes seemed a little watery. "Liz, you're absolutely beautiful! If you don't want me to go any further, I won't. Eventually you'll do this and if it's not today; well, that's fine with me. Although …" I slowly reversed the direction my fingers had been heading when she said, "No, don't stop. I just … go ahead, please!" I leaned up and kissed her. I then got back to the task at hand. The panties came down and I averted my eyes as she lifted her legs and I removed them completely. While there, I also removed her pretty little Mary Jane shoes. I turned back to face her and in the process moved myself between her legs, spreading her open to my view. I was sitting up, on my knees, with each hand cupping one of her ankles in the air. I held eye contact with her as I slid my hands up her calves to the back of her knees. I repositioned my hands to the inside of her legs and broke our eye contact. I gazed at her bare chest and torso, her little nipples were at attention and from my angle, her tits now appeared to have the shape of little leaning pyramids. Her stomach, flat and muscled, her hip bones protruded as her abdomen disappeared under the waist of her skirt. I spread her legs, parting her thighs as I flattened myself out on the bed, my head directly above her pussy. Her pouty pussy was even redder than before and the patch of pubic hair appeared as a fine down. This close I could see the fine hairs covering her outer labia. Her now open slit exposed two wonderful pink inner labia petals, glistening in the daylight streaming through the window. Her darker clitoral hood poked through, shyly inviting attention. I gotta tell ya, it was wonderful! I took a moment and, to myself, I thanked Betty. She had been voracious about having her pussy eaten the past few months and I had gotten more experience in cunnilingus during that time than I had my entire life. I wanted to make this the best experience ever for my Little Liz! I placed my left hand, palm up, under her ass. I reached around her left leg and placed my right hand on her stomach. I lifted her a bit and reached my right hand down to her mound; using my fore and middle fingers, I spread her labia. I ever so gently placed the tip of my tongue at the bottom of her little slit and pushed her labia further apart. Once she was opened, I tickled my tongue upward, opening her petals until I reached her hood. The aroma was perfect! A sweet, heady smell emanated from her privates. The taste was even better! She was slightly tart; but, when combined with the aroma, my senses were on fire! It hit the back of my head like a fist, only from the inside! It's tough to describe; but, she tasted better than anyone I had ever gone down on before. I kissed all around her little pussy and she started to get worked up. I used my tongue to circle her mound and then, in a concentric pattern, began to close in on her clit. Every time I moved my mouth, I made sure to brush against her hood which elicited girlishly excited, "Aaaahs!" from her. Each expression was partnered with an upward jerk of her hips. As her excitement built, her aroma increased and her taste intensified. I was getting a sensory high from her! As I strove to pleasure my young beauty, my robe came undone. I was hard as a rock and started slowly humping the bed under me. Finally, I placed the tip of my tongue on the tip of her clit and paid it the attention it so sorely needed. Liz's entire body seemed to flex, she let out a muffled yelp. I lifted my head and watched. Her head was rolled back and her nipples were rock hard. Her hands were planted on either side of her and she was lifting from the bed. "Liz, its only you and me, be as loud as you want. Let yourself go! Enjoy this …" I went straight back to her pussy. This time I used exaggerated licks; starting inside her hole and up to her clit. I flitted my tongue from side to side and up and down. I then alternated my licking with a little clit sucking and tongue tipping. All of this was working; Liz was obviously on the edge. She had already hit several minor climaxes, as was clear by her body tremors and shortness of breath. She still hadn't truly let go yet. I placed my upper lip above her slit, gnawed my front teeth and gums on her clit, then tongue fucked her cunt. Liz lifted from the bed with a loud, "Oooh!" She rocked back and forth, pushing her pussy hard into my face. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Riiiight there! Oh … My … God! Riiiiiiiight there! Dddddon't … stop! Fuck yes! AAAAAAAAH!" She came, she came hard and loud. She finally let go, and let it flow! I tried to ride her pussy with my face but she was moving about too much and I wasn't going to pin her down or anything. It was a beautiful thing. I simply tried my very best to lick up the wonderful juices she was excreting from her pussy. I was on my elbows between her legs watching her as she came down from her climax. She caught her breath and looked at me. She was so fucking sexy; wearing that school girl skirt and those white stockings! She glowed in a post orgasmic bliss; but, there was something else there as well. She crunched up and reached her hands down, under the robe, to the rear of my shoulders. She latched on to me and as she lied back down, pulled me up and on her. Her eyes were laser-focused on mine when she said, "Kiss me." I kept my weight off her as best I could. We kissed passionately as she removed my robe from me and lifted her legs up and around my waist. She moved under me and I could feel her hot, wet pussy seeking my dick. "Liz, we shouldn't." I lifted my hips away from her. "Mr. W, we should." She clamped her legs and lifted herself up under me. This time she found my dick and rubbed herself against it. "You only wanted to …" I moved my hips down and away. "I want it all the way now." She shimmied down and once again I could feel her moistness pressing on me. I figured what the fuck. "Do we have any protection?" "You'll need to pull out … that's OK, I know where you can put it!" She was smiling at me! "Even a little precum can take care of business." She was getting a serious look on her face. "I just finished my period. The odds will be in our favor." Her arms were around my neck. I slid my right hand down to cup and lift her ass. "Get a hand on me; we're both going to have to make this work." She reached her right hand down and grasped my dick. She shifted her butt and hooked her left leg over my lower back. She placed her right foot on the bed and wrapped her left arm around my neck. Liz was half hanging from me and had the leverage to freely move under me. She tugged at my dick as she arched into me. I could feel the head of my dick press into her pussy. Slowly her outer labia spread across and capped my dick. I lifted her some more and, at the same time, she pushed; I felt her give way to our exertions and slowly she opened to accept me inside. She was tight, painfully tight. I felt like I was pushing my dick into a hot, wet vise. The pain was very visible on Liz. As I pushed into her she squirmed and let out a sharp "Ouch!" No matter, she wanted it, so she worked through the pain. She didn't have much choice in the matter anyway; I wanted to get in all the way. This was literally; pure, virgin territory and I wanted to despoil all of it! I relaxed my pressure on her, she exhaled deeply and relaxed a bit herself. This was the opportune moment! She was relaxed; I grasped her ass and thrust deeper, forcing inches of my shaft into her. Liz screamed! She jerked and tried to pull away but I held her tightly in place. I waited, she relaxed again. "Mr. W., that fucking hurt!" I had to contain a chuckle at her unintended pun. "It always hurts the first time." I relaxed and allowed my dick to slide out until only the head was in. "You have to take the hurt to get to the good!" She was relaxed; I was looking her right in the eye when I shoved it back in. This time I was almost all the way in! She squealed an "Ouch!" though I could tell the pain wasn't nearly as bad as before. As a matter of fact, I think she squealed more for dramatic affect than anything else. I held it in her and our eyes remained locked. I didn't pull back; I held her tight and shoved her onto my dick as I thrust forward. She was ready and added her own hip roll to fully impale herself on my dick. It was fucking wonderful! "Little Liz, how is it?" I waited until she started to answer to start a stroke. "Little …? Oooooooh … God! Mr. W.! This is fantaaaaaaastic!" She stopped talking and got down to joining me in the serious activity of fucking! Liz was good. She had a natural ability to follow and, occasionally, lead in our dance of love. She kept her left arm around my neck and moved her right hand to play with herself as we fucked. She moved her hand back and forth from her tits to her pussy as she desired. Her left leg was still hooked around my waist and her right foot was posted on the bed. She was able to move freely, and in concert, with her very happy partner. Let me tell you, I was sixteen the first time I took a girl's cherry. Mary Jo was my thirteen year-old next door neighbor, and hot as shit! Being with Liz, though, was like nothing before. She was sexy, willing, and still a little girl in many ways. We did some real nice fucking that afternoon and I was holding up pretty good. I had to conjure up some visions of Bob Cousy now and again to hold me down; but once I knew she had been through a good fucking, I lit it up! I increased the pace and started to dog pound that little kitty! She came along for the ride with her foot to the floor! She was so fucking tight that we both kind of had to work on getting the action going. Eventually, she was flat on her back with her ankles up near her ears. We were bouncing on that bed as if it were a trampoline. I felt my jizz start to boil up in my nuts just as my ass began to clench. Liz looked at me wide eyed. I said, "I'm going to cum!" "You better get that thing out of me! NOW!" She started to squirm herself downward. My dick popped out of her pussy and I could feel it was going to happen! She kicked at my left leg and I posted it out of her way. She kind of spun and got her face down to my dick just as I came. "Gawwwwwwd Dammmmmmn!" I apparently unloaded all over her chin and neck. I called for the all mighty again and this time she had a hold of my dick and took the load in her mouth. I reverted to a simple animal grunt as I shot my third load while she was sucking my dick deep into her mouth. I reared up and watched Liz milk my dick of any remaining ejaculate that hadn't made its way out. In the process, she was also deftly sucking in her own pussy juices and seemed not to mind at all. I thought it was all pretty fucking hot! She still wore the skirt and stockings, and her hair was pretty much a mess. Added to the picture was one big load of cum running from her chin and neck. I grabbed my robe and gently cleaned my spunk off her. As she released my dick with a smile on her lips, I fell to my side, above her head. She turned to her stomach and half crawled up on me. I could see she was giving her mouth a tongue cleaning as she leaned in for a kiss. I really didn't give a fuck; I pulled her in and kissed her hard and passionately. When done, she laid her head on my chest and played her fingers through my chest hairs. "So, Liz, how you doing babe?" "I'm doing great! That was the most awesome thing. Kind of makes me rethink …" "Rethink?" She rose up on her arms and looked me in the face. "I've really stopped doing a whole lot of this. Matter of fact, for the past month you're the only one I've been with. I was thinking that I would stop doing all of this until I got older." Now, what you going to say to that? I sure as fuck didn't know! She waited a moment and continued. "I hope you're not mad at me or anything. You know you're much too old for me. It would never work." I almost started to laugh. She was breaking up with me! She wanted to end it! I caressed her head. "Seriously Mr. W.! I wanted to lose my virginity and I wanted to give it to you! I wish I was older, or you were younger. We'll never be able to be together." She was starting to tear up. Hell, the girl just had her first real sexual experience and was breaking up with guy she had just been with. It was time for me to speak. "Liz, I understand exactly what you're saying. I was kind of thinking the same things; but, I would never do anything to hurt you. I might do something you don't like; but, that doesn't mean I want to hurt you. I completely respect your decision. It's your life, your body, and your decision what to do with both." I pulled her tighter and finished with, "I am so impressed and amazed by you! You are so much wiser than your years." "So you don't hate me? Think I'm a tease … or a bitch?" "God no! Not for a moment! Never! Liz, we've shared so much, so much more than so many other people. You'll always be extremely special to me. Who knows, maybe when you're older you'll decide that I'm not that much older after all." I felt her sigh a little sigh of relief. "Mr. W., I was so worried that you were going to hate me! We're going to be OK, right?" "We're going to be right as rain, honey" We laid together in bed for a little longer and eventually decided on sharing a nice shower in the massive guest bathroom. Liz gave me a goodbye blowjob in the shower and it was one of her best! We cleaned up and threw everything in the wash. Edwin had said he would be there the next day and would get everything dried and folded. We never did anything else together and have been the best of friends ever since. She's doing a lot of running and competes nationally in marathons. Whenever I see her out running she always waves, sometimes I pull over and we catch up. She is going to be headed to Oregon on a cross country and track scholarship next year. Liz was ... is great!
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"So Micky, how 'ya feeling? Want me to continue or do you need a break?"
I told the coach that it was getting late and had to head home. I had an early day the next day and wanted to be clearheaded. Coach asked me what was up and I told him I needed to go car shopping. I told him how bad mine was acting up, and I just couldn't throw any more good money after bad.
Coach got up and went to his desk. He pulled a business card from the top drawer and, as he came over to me, asked, "Micky, you ever seen Rick's Toy Store out on the Forty-One?"
I said I had, but I thought their cars were too expensive.
"Don't worry about it. Tell Rick that I sent you. He has a line on every available car in a three state area. Tell him what you want, and he'll find it at a reasonable price. He sells enough of the toy stuff that he doesn't worry about helping us guys."
I was very appreciative and expressed my thanks to Coach as we walked to the door. He shook my hand and added, "Tell you what, Mick, before you go in, take a drive around the right side where it says "Service." On the left you'll see the service bays, but to the rear you'll see a simple two story building. It'll have a "Service Center" sign out front. I'll let you in on a secret. That is the best damn cat house in the region. Whatever you want, if they don't have it, they'll get it! You tell Rick I told you to ask about custom service. Not customer service, custom service, got it?"
We agreed to meet two days hence, back at the lodge.
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Dear reader: Rick's Toy Store is the greatest place on Earth! I got a very reasonable Lexus and have on occasion taken advantage of the custom service department. Coach didn't exaggerate either. Whatever you want, you can get at Rick's Toy Store!
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We met at the lodge as planned. Over drinks coach continued …
In March, Liz decided to go straight; but, it was great while it lasted.
Betty … now Betty was almost like a junkie! On most Saturdays I have to show properties and all that shit. Well, whenever I don't have to work, she tells Scott she's going shopping and comes over to my place! We added chapters to the Kamma Sutra! We had sex in every room and outbuilding at my house. We fucked in the back seat of my car while it was parked in the driveway!
Whenever he left town, she came over. She had me over to her place once but after a very short while I told her I had to get out of there. She started crying and shit but I didn't back down. At one point she says we should make love in her bed. I told her she was out of line and shut her out for a week. Maybe I was a prick; but, I knew she would come begging for forgiveness. And, I made her beg! She was a bit into humiliation, but I never thought it was all that great a thing; I used it when I knew it would get her hot.
Regardless, we were good and no one at work ever suspected a thing. In April, Betty came to me and told me she decided to leave Scott for me. I was the happiest man alive! I didn't realize it at the time but in reality I made a big mistake. I should have kept it sexual and never have demanded more. We spent a couple of weeks planning her separation and eventual divorce.
Scott knew something was up as she drew colder and further away from him. They went home for a long weekend at the start of May and he actually held an intervention for her! His parents, her parents, and some friends spent the weekend convincing her to fix things with Scott. They convinced her that she had to stay with Scott.
She tried to be friends but I couldn't do it. At the end of that year I quit teaching and went full time with my realty business. She tried to get back together with me once early in the summer and I lost it. I told her I would kill Scott if she came by one more time. Kind of like that Petty song, ya know, Don't Come Round Here No More? I didn't hear from her and then I saw on the realty listings that their place was up for sale. I called the agent and she told me they were moving back home. I never spoke to her again … probably for the best, huh?
So, that leaves us with Shanna. Things were very steady and tight with Shanna the whole year. I loved; and, still do love, that girl … will forever. Honestly, there is no one more important to me on this planet.
Emotionally, she was almost back to normal for a fifteen year-old. Intellectually she was growing by leaps and bounds but more importantly, artistically she was turning into an amazing photographer. I even commissioned her to take some realty photos for me and everyone was impressed. Physically she was completely recovered from her experience. She was absolutely gorgeous. Light skinned, firm figured and achingly pretty. Light blonde hair, baby blue eyes, and a look that wasn't glamorous, but more than pretty enough for Hollywood. Think of a 1970's Teri Garr, maybe Helen Hunt, or a Leelee Sobieski look. A soft, pretty face that at times can look sad; but, when happy, lights up!
She had me; I was starting to realize that I was falling in love. When she first started coming into my room, she complained that I didn't have an extra computer for her. Within three weeks I got the Principal to put four computers in my room. I told him I wanted to change the way I was teaching. The tech guy helped one Saturday morning and we ran all the wiring for the computer stations. Presto, my mini-lab was up and running. We placed one computer in each of the front corners, one on a side wall and the other on the back wall, close to my desk. I integrated the computers very successfully in my classroom; but really, I only did it to give Shanna a place to work, so she would come and see me after school.
When Shanna came after school, she would always use the computer near my desk. We were never more than five or six feet apart. Often one of us would roll our chair back and the other would do so as well and then we would talk. Many times after school, I would use my own computer to do some real estate work. Shanna was fascinated by this; she would roll her chair over and sit next to me, asking questions about my business. She caught on quickly and, before long, could do much of the menial work for me. I hired her.
It must have been early April, just before Spring Break, when she took a surprising step. I was grading some papers and she was working on some math when just as normal as can be, she says, "Jeff?"
I was very surprised; no student calls me by my first name, never. I paused and replied, "Shanna?"
"Jeff, could you take a look at these problems and see if I got them right?"
"Sure thing, just a sec,"
That started it, whenever we were alone, she called me Jeff. I liked it … a lot.
We would often hug when she left; once in a while, she honored me with a kiss. I never initiated a kiss with her. If I were to do so, I had decided, it would be for real.
It was the middle of May. Liz had gone celibate on me, and Betty had made her choice. I found myself in love with a fifteen year-old student, but understood it was to be an unrequited love, never to be fulfilled. Honestly, I figured it was never to be!
Then we had a storm warning all day, that last Friday in May. It was tornado season and watches were being posted all over the region. Parents were checking their kids out of school left and right. By the end of the day, two large cells had passed over the school, requiring weather alerts to be announced. I had to race my kids into the gym locker rooms for safety. By the end of the day, campus was nearly empty and the Principal announced to the faculty that we should leave campus right away and see to the safety of our families and homes.
I just got to my truck when all hell broke loose! Driving rain, wind, thunder, and lightning everywhere. I got out of the lot and headed north on Chamblee Road, then made my usual right onto County Road 2, you know, where that new development is? So, I'm being real careful and then off to the right, I spotted someone under a tree, pressed up against the trunk. I slowed down, looked and, sure enough, it was Shanna!
There were cars coming from behind, so I had to pull up about twenty yards or so into a small drive. I powered the passenger window down and motioned her to get in the truck. She was soaked! I swear she looked like a drowned dog, shivering under that tree! There came a bright flash and a sharp clap of thunder. She bolted and appeared at the truck door lickity-split.
Ever since my coaching days I've always carried a med kit and some extra towels behind the seat in the truck's extended cab. They've come in handy during a few emergencies and this was no exception. I grabbed two towels and handed them to Shanna.
She was breathing hard, panting, and repeatedly thanking me for stopping.
"Thank You! It was so scary! I thought I was going to die out there. I've never seen a storm like this. Thank You!"
I grabbed another towel, reached it around her shoulders and pulled her into me. I hugged her; she was shivering! I turned the heat up and held her until she calmed down. Shortly she began to sob a bit. I rearranged my hug and she buried her face in my chest. The worst of the storm passed and now there was just a driving rain. I loosened my hold on her.
"Honey, I need to get you home. Here, sit up and we'll go."
She shifted away, but not completely; she leaned against me as I took her home.
"Jeff, you told me it was against the rules for a teacher to drive a kid home, especially if it was a kid of the opposite sex."
"We're beyond that, at least for today. No way was I leaving you out in that! I don't care about any rule that doesn't allow me to protect you. Anyway, I made that shit up … to avoid temptation."
"Temptation?"
"Yes! Temptation and that's all I am going to say."
She snuggled into my side a little more. She knew exactly what I was saying and was enjoying it!
As I turned into the condo development she lived in, the thunder and lightened began anew. The first flash and clap made her jump into my side and hang on for dear life. I gotta tell ya, it felt mighty damn good!
Their development was nice, nothing special. I knew her mother had to be renting; she couldn't have afforded a purchase. Up front were classic condos, three stories tall. Once past them, came the townhomes and cottage houses. Shanna's mom had a cottage house. Basically four small single story houses backed up around a common backyard. They're nice, but then again. After that part of the development came the single family homes; gaining in size as you went deeper in the development. People back there had their own entrance; so they didn't have to drive by their "lesser" neighbors. Assholes.
I pulled into her driveway and she was still latched onto my arm. I shook her loose and reached behind the seat for the umbrella. I got out and scurried over to the passenger door. The umbrella was practically useless but, it would give her a little cover. I opened the door and urged her to get out. She slid over and got under the umbrella. I held it for her as we ran to the front door. I was fucking soaked! She fumbled with her house key and handed it to me. I got the door unlocked and in we went.
We were both soaked! The house was dark and we stood in the vestibule, facing each other. Shanna reached her hand for mine and using me to balance herself, quickly removed her sneakers and socks. Holding them, she looked at me and then glanced down to my feet; I had my socks and shoes off in a flash.
She said, "Come with me."
We walked across the living room, the carpet feeling warm and dry on my feet, into the far hallway. I knew the layout of this place, split bedrooms, two on this side along with a shared bath and a laundry cubby. The garage and master were on the other side, with kitchen, dining area and living room in the middle. It was an uninspiring layout, but functional.
Shanna led me into the bathroom where she opened the linen cabinet and pulled out several large white fluffy towels and handed me two of them.
"We need to get out of these wet clothes."
"Shanna, no … I mean … we shouldn't."
"You'll catch the flu if you stay in those clothes. Get out of them and we'll put them in the dryer."
"Your mom …"
"Won't be home for four more hours."
"The rain, she'll come home early."
"She'll stay at work 'til the rain passes." She set down her towels and started to unbutton her pants. "Anyway, she can't afford to lose the pay. Austin is in day care until she picks him up."
I looked Shanna in the eyes. Something was happening behind those baby blues. I sure as shit knew what was happening here, in front of those baby blues! But, something else was going on. I wasn't afraid or didn't like it; I just wondered what it was.
Shanna looked at me and paused. What I found out later was that in her mind, she was thinking back to the night a few days before Christmas, when she and her mom were lolling on the couch.
Shanna opened up to her mom about me.
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They had been talking about men and relationships; mostly her mom's failed ones.
"Mom, you're still pretty … do you think that maybe you try too hard?"
"Honey, it's tough out there. There are so few good ones, and it seems that the good ones are becoming younger every year. I need to try harder because I'm a harder sell."
"There! That's it! 'A harder sell.' You aren't a sale, you're a beautiful woman. Any man …"
"I know … any man would be a fool. Now you, you're precious! You just walk past them and swat them away. I'm so proud of how independent you've become."
"Mom, you're changing the subject! You can't sweet talk me anymore. I've been through too much."
Her mom rolled next to her and Shanna leaned into her. "Mom, I have a question."
"Yes?"
"Like, I think I've felt what love is like, all the different kinds, but how do you know when you're really in love? How do you know when it is love and not puppy love or infatuation?"
Her mom placed an arm around her and said, "I think, maybe it's different for everyone. Like what I think is love may not be exactly what you think is love."
"Don't try and talk your way around this!"
Sigh … "It's comforting, it's not like you have a hole and it gets filled, it's like someone makes you more than what you were. If they're good, you get better, if they're … well you know. Anyway, you can't stand to be away from them while at the same time you find that even though you may be alone, you're not lonely. And, and this is no small part, they feel the same about you."
"How do you know if they do? I mean without asking."
"Yeah, that would be kind of creepy. Well, by what they do. Do you feel like you are special to them? Do they let you have your way when its right? Do they become less selfish … I think that's important. Selfishness and love don't go together very well. They're not exclusive of each other … it's just that … well. So, my beautiful daughter, who are we talking about here?"
"You'll laugh and say I'm foolish."
"Not a quarterback?!"
"No, no, never. It's Mr. W."
Her mom sat up and took Shanna by the arms, "Mr. W.?! Why … has he done anything? I swear …"
"NO! Mom, no! Nothing at all. I have decided that after I graduate and go to college, I will find Mr. W. and marry him."
Her mom was calmer, "Seriously? Nothing has happened, he hasn't tried anything?"
"Mom, he hasn't a clue. I know that there is too much age difference right now; but, when I'm twenty, he'll be like thirty-five. That's not too bad, is it? I'll be thirty when he's forty-five. Would you date a guy who was like fifteen years older than you, right now?"
"Yes, yes I would. You swear to me, you swear there is nothing going on."
"Yes mom, I swear. He probably just thinks I'm a silly little girl."
"You're not silly. Tell me about him. He's been wonderful with helping you. I know you've seen him as kind of like a … wait, is that it? Is he some sort of father figure? Some strange father-thing you got going on?"
"I thought about that and I really don't think so. I admit I've gotten to know him because of all his help. He's always been there for me. I always feel safe with him. But I think every girl wants to feel those things … feel safe and warm with their man, just like their father made them feel, or should have."
With that her mother dropped her eyes, Shanna's father always promised that they would get married. Then he disappeared, leaving her with a child to raise on her own. Austin's father was her boss at the time he was conceived. He wasn't going to get divorced but made a settlement with her. She got the simple cottage house and a monthly support check until Austin turned eighteen. Not exactly a shining record, but at least her kids were fed, clothed, and sheltered. But now, the question was love, and she just didn't feel qualified enough to argue with her much smarter daughter.
"Shanna, not until after college?"
"I swear mom, it's the only way."
"I say we have your Mr. W., Jeff, over for Christmas dinner."
Shanna popped to her knees and pushed her mother down on the couch with a huge hug.
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So, this day wasn't part of her plan, this wasn't supposed to happen; at least this quickly.
I stepped forward, she shied back a little. I dropped my towels and took hers and laid them over my arms.
"Lift your arms."
She obediently lifted her arms in the air. She wore a look of inquisitiveness and fear. I peeled the white shirt up and stopped half way. I gathered her shoulder-length hair and held it as I pulled the shirt up her back and over her hair. She wore a cute little white bra. As I adjusted her shirt to remove it entirely, I got a good look at her breasts. Even in her bra, those puppies were real nice. She was somewhat bigger than I expected. She's only five foot two, after all, and had a life-threatening eating disorder. They were nicely rounded and just a bit too big for her bra. Her nipples were very prominently erect, thanks to Mother Nature's wrath.
With her shirt removed, she was a bit self-conscious. I smiled at her and reached a towel around her shoulders. I slid my hands round her back and up to the bra clasp. In a flash the undergarment was unhooked and free. I reached for the shoulder straps and pulled them down and away. Next were her pastel slacks! I ran my fingers in and along the waist. I came to the button and undid it. The zipper was quickly opened as I dropped to my knee and carefully pulled the wet garment down to her ankles. She put a hand on my shoulder and stepped out of her pants. I lifted my hands and took hold of her panties; before she knew it, they were around her ankles as well. She stepped out of them also.
"Here, take this towel."
She didn't say a thing. She took the towel and wrapped it around her waist. The sight I just had was wonderful! She had a full, pouty, young blonde pussy; nice and fleshy with what appeared to be a soft tuft of V-shaped blonde pubes. There was a delicate aroma in the air as well. She was somewhat excited with all this!
I stood up in front of her, and looked her in the eyes. I placed my hands on her shoulders and started to dry her off. She reached up and placed her hands on either side of my face and guided me down for a kiss. We started soft, and gradually the intensity built. Just as our tongues started to spar, she broke the kiss.
"Ok Mister, you need to get out of that wet stuff yourself!"
I stepped back and without pause her hands were underneath the bottom of my shirt. With only minor fumbling, she had my pants untied (I was wearing these semi casual beach-style pants.) Down they went! I was left in my boxers and loose sports shirt.
"OK tough guy, arms up and bend over."
I did as told and she had my shirt off me in a flash!
"Here, use your towel."
I took the offered towel and proceeded to dry my upper body. Shanna went directly for my boxers and had them to my ankles before I realized she had a hold of them. She stayed down there for a few moments. I was already half way hard and the thought of her checking me out only made me harder.
I wrapped my towel around my waist and said, "Let's get this stuff in the dryer." With our arms full of wet clothes, we went out in the hallway to the washer/dryer cubby.
With the clothes tumbling in the dryer, I looked at the nearest bedroom door and, owing to the cartoon characters taped all over it, I knew it wasn't hers. I turned and just behind Shanna, past the bathroom, lay her room.
"C'mon honey, we have to make use of our time."
I opened the door and we walked into her bedroom. It was about what I expected. She had it decorated very tastefully; none of what you might expect from a fifteen year-old girl. Some of her pictures were framed and hanging on the walls. There was a plant rack by the window, her dresser was a bit messy, and her desk looked a lot like mine, except for one thing. On the desk was a picture of me she had taken earlier that year.
She noticed I was looking at the picture and she smiled at me. She didn't try to hide it or cover it up, she made no excuses.
She walked to the desk and picked up the picture, "You like it?"
I walked over to her and took the picture from her hands, "Yeah, I like it. You are a great photographer, look how good you made me look!
She laughed a little and said, "Yeah, sure. I like it." She took the picture and carefully placed it back on her desk. She paused, turned back to me and looked up at me with those baby blues, that made me melt every time she looked me in the eyes.
I asked, "Are you ready for this?"
I slid my hands under the towel draping over her shoulders and moved it back and off her. I caressed down her back until she was closer and my hands were at the towel on her waist.
I kind of repeated, "Are you sure about this?"
Shanna's hands were resting on my chest; she looked up and nodded her head. I slid my hands down onto her ass and removed the towel in the process. Her right arm went up and reached around my neck as her left hand pulled my towel from my waist. I leaned down and kissed my girl. That was what she was, my girl! I knew it for sure. She wasn't kidding and I could no longer fool myself. We kissed strong and with passion.
For the first time we were both laid bare to each other. We were naked with our love and passion. She started it. She began to gyrate and mewl under our kiss. Her sounds and heavy breaths only served to excite me more. I was near fully erect, pressed up against her soft belly. My hips had a mind of their own and I began to hump in time with her sensual hip rolls.
You see, Shanna had that eating disorder; her recovery was long, but physically she had gotten back everything that makes a woman desirable. She had shape; she could fill out jeans and a t-shirt in a way that turned heads. Her face lost that emaciated, sallow look and was back to looking full and healthy.
She had healthy weight. She wasn't a hard body and that was fine. She was girlishly soft without any flab. When my hand reached for and caressed her ass, it felt like a million bucks! Shanna was a showroom deluxe model!
I moved until she had her back to the side of her bed. I gently pushed her away and down until she was seated. It took just a second until she realized she was face to face with my dick. About a hundred different expressions and emotions raced across her face. When she sat, her left arm was around the back of my waist and her right arm was trailing down my body from my chest. She used her right hand to circle the base of my dick with her thumb and fingers.
Gingerly, with a smile and intermittent glances up to me, she wrapped her soft delicate fingers around my shaft; and started to sublimely stroke my dick. For me, this was so much more than a hand job! This was Shanna; and we were heading into the extraordinary world of intimacy. I realized that there was no one else in the world more important to me than her. Not only that, she felt and looked great! And you know what? I was starting to think she felt the same way.
My mind sort of started to calculate what this all meant. I was already deep in a shit-load of trouble, no sense in stopping now; but, what did this mean for us? Once we did what we were going to do, and I had no doubt that we were going to do it, where would we be then?
I looked down and she was stroking me, watching my dick closely. Her touch was soft, yet firm, gentle yet determined, confident yet somehow, timid or uncertain. She glanced up.
"Shanna, that feels absolutely wonderful! I think I'm about to melt."
"Awww … do you want me … to …?"
"Only if you want to … you don't have to, as a matter of fact, I think you need to slow down for a moment before you have one hell of a mess on your hands!"
I liked how that one sounded and chuckled a little, she got it too.
"I imagine that this whole thing might get kind of messy … in all sorts of ways!"
She slowed her strokes, leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on the head of my dick. I almost lost it right then and there.
I reached down and picked her up, one arm behind her back and one under her knees. I lifted her, placed my knee on her bed and laid us down together. I took a moment to take in what was being presented to me. She was beautiful! Ripe and willing, a fifteen year-old girl wanting me to take her! Her eyes searched mine, for approval? I did my best to express my joy and excitement. I didn't want to appear hungry or ravenous; I wanted this to be two lovers experiencing the ultimate intimacy for the first time.
I caressed her from her shoulder down to her thigh. I watched closely. Of course she reacted when I ran my hand over her breasts and nipples. Otherwise, she was very content with the attention being paid her. I loved the soft "aaaah" sounds that rose from deep inside her as I caressed her.
My hand was running a circle gently around her stomach and starting to move downward when I murmured, "Perrrrrrfect … Jeeeeeez"
"Perfect? You mean that? I'm not too fat?"
Now this was important on so many levels. I moved my hand back to her little tummy, leaned into her, and said, "I might throw some bullshit your way about teachers giving kids rides and stuff; but, I would never lie to you or falsely try to make you feel better. Yes honey, Perfect! Fucking absolutely perfect! Goddamn!"
Just saying that got me worked up. I was ready and I knew what I wanted; a taste of honey!
But, it was time to ask, "Are we OK with this? Do we need protection?"
"I'm so OK with this I would go ahead even if we didn't have any protection. Yes, we're OK, I'm on the pill. God, I'm so ready!"
I shifted downward and hooked her leg up and over my head. She let out a fun, little yelp. From this angle she really seemed quite tiny. Her leg over my shoulder had the heft of an adult man's arm, if that. I could cover her entire vulva with my mouth … and I intended to do so. At first glance, I was honestly unsure as to whether or not I could eventually get myself into that little hamster of a pussy.
I kissed and licked along the inside of one thigh down and under her pussy, across the perineum and up along her other thigh. She inhaled sharply and lifted a bit when I made the crossing. I paused at the top of her thigh and gently pressed her leg against the side of my face. I looked up at her and she was intently looking at me. I glanced down at her now slightly spread pussy and said, "Perfection."
She laughed a little and squeezed her legs lightly, as if she was giving me a thigh hug. I dropped down and kissed her navel. I kissed down to her soft little mound. I swirled my tongue in her light down and ventured to the top of her slit. I slowly licked the tip of my tongue on her until it was making its way under her clitoral hood.
"OOOoooh …. Jeff … oooOOOh!" she repeated as I gave her clit the attention it had needed for nigh on fifteen years. I licked up and down and all around. I paid homage to that little appendage! Homage would be a very accurate description. As far as being her "love button," it was in fine working condition. She was in complete sexual harmony as she lifted, rocked, rolled, swayed, and shimmied through sensations unknown to men.
I held her little tummy, squeezed her tits, locked down her thighs and lifted her ass with both hands as I attacked her clit. Her hands were either on my head, at her sides clutching the spread, thrown back over her head or clutching for mine.
At what I considered a good moment, I slipped my tongue down and pushed it hard into her cunt. There was no resistance, just a loud "Yesssssss!" I chinned my tongue in and out a couple of times as she pushed hard into my face. Her right hand held my hair and her left hand supported herself as she half sat up to grind her pussy in my face. I looked up and at that moment her head was thrown back as she began to push harder and quiver on my face.
Quickly I brought my hand up, shoved my middle finger deep inside her and returned my tongue to her clit.
"Jeff! Oh My God … Jeff! Yessssssss!" she came and came beautifully.
I rose up onto my knees and moved forward a little. My dick was hard and ready. Just watching her cum and then come down was exciting. I was between her knees and a few inches separated my dick from her spread, wet pussy.
Shanna gathered her thoughts and saw what was coming. She rolled her hips up a bit to my dick, spreading herself wider. She scooted her butt down until we were almost touching. She was on her elbows and shifting her gaze from my face to my dick. I only had eyes for her face and eyes. She stopped and looked deep into my eyes.
"Shanna, I want this, I want this more than anything I've ever wanted in my life."
I placed my hands on her hips and lifted her up to me. Our "parts" were perfectly aligned.
"Jeff … now … do it now."
She looked down. Shit, she wanted to watch!
I leaned forward; I didn't block her view, and ran the head of my dick along her soft, now somewhat mushy, pussy. I primarily used my hips to position myself. I felt it! The sweet spot! My head nudged in and I looked her in the eyes. She looked up at me, she knew what was about to happen. She looked back down but before she did, I could see a momentary look of seriousness come over her. Fuck! She's cute!
I gave it a push and nestled my head in through her swollen labia to the entrance to her cunt. I added a little hip wiggle and another push; I was making headway. I looked for her eyes and she glanced up at me. This time there was a flash of fear.
I smiled at her and God help me, I said, "I love you Shanna!"
I then pushed and I was in! I held for a moment and our eyes met.
"I love you Jeff!"
I pushed again and was really in. God, so tight, so hot, so moist, so Shanna! I pulled back, paused and pushed back in. Shanna was now lying flat on her back with her hands up on my shoulders. She had stopped watching and was enjoying the sensations. I thrust as far as I could. I thought she was going to burp or something, her cheeks seemed to bulge! Later she said that she thought she could feel me in her throat. Hell of a thing, huh?
I laid my left arm down and put a little weight on her. After a little bit she got into the rhythm of things and we were really fucking! It was so good. I closed my eyes for a while and simply experienced the sensations of having her perfect pussy welcome me in and then fight to keep me in.
She didn't get overly loud or anything, just the same soft quiet "aaaah" and mewls from earlier. When she wanted a kiss she would moan out "Jefffff."
I mostly repeated "Oh my" and whispered sweet nothings to her.
Outside the lightning flashed, the thunder rolled and the rain fell. Inside, we were warm, in love and making love. We built to a frenzy as I picked up the pace. She came along for the ride and as best I can tell, came pretty good, just before I shot my load deep inside my young lover.
I held her and caressed her hair as we luxuriated in our bliss and admitted love. Shanna turned in my arms and rested her head on her hands, on my chest.
"Jeff, you don't have to turn your life around for me or anything."
"Shanna, I'll do whatever you want. If you send me away, I'll be heartbroken. Right now, as always, my only concern is for you."
She lay her head down and said, "We'll talk about it later. Right now, let's just enjoy this moment."
We stayed together, on her bed for quite a while, and then heard the dryer buzzer. We both had a laugh and got up to check on the clothes. For better or worse, they were dry. We got dressed and sat in the small living room.
Shanna started, "Jeff, I've wanted this my whole life; I've wanted this with you ever since that first day you walked into the hospital room to see me. I've wanted you more every day since. I completely understand why this cannot work for us; but, let me explain."
She then went on to tell how she envisioned things. Whenever I brought up a problem point, she had a good answer. One overriding aspect was that it was more than likely that over the next four or five years, one of us would fall in love with someone else. She seemed to have thought it all out pretty well.
I asked about us getting together, like we just had. She said we shouldn't plan these things; today hadn't been part of the plan. If something happened, it would have to happen the way this had.
I was willing to give it a try.
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"So Micky, here we are. It's been four years since that fucking great year. Let's see, I haven't spoken to Betty since she moved away. One day, two years ago, I came home and had a message on the machine. Odd, no one ever leaves messages anymore. I played it and very quickly a woman's voice said 'I love you' and hung up. I didn't need to check, it was her. I knew she got the bad end of the deal."
"You know that Liz is doing great, right? Maybe you've seen her out running?"
"The blonde, always in the neon green?"
"Yep, that's her. One of the all-time best blowjobs ever!"
"Oh yeah, you know Jake, the electrician? Well, I set him and Shanna's mom up a month ago. Looks like they might just make it."
"OK, now for the main attraction … Shanna?"
"Two years ago she enrolled in that fancy college in Savannah. She's doing real well. I bought a condo over there. She's living in it and I try to get over there a few days each month. I think her plan is going to work out as she envisioned. I can't imagine being with anyone else. We're thinking of relocating to Asheville after she graduates."
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That finished the Coach's story. As we chatted, while finishing our beers, he asked, "Have you ever heard the story about The Good Cheerleader and The Fallen Cheerleader?"
"No, can't say I have."
"Well, sit back, I'll tell ya, these two girls were …"
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