Author’s Note: Among the hundred or so responses I get to each new story, I have received nasty e-mail from some a couple of readers who believe, based on my stories, that 1) I actively engage in sex with minors, and 2) I am a poor influence on children because of what I write. My response: 1) This is a work of fiction, a fantasy. I have never acted these fantasies out, nor would I ever. 2) My fiction is intended for those over 18 years of age who reside in communities where erotic fiction is legal. If you feel it is inappropriate for children – DON’T LET THEM READ IT! Bottom line: if erotic fictional stories involving CONSENTING minors age 18-19 are offensive to you, DO NOT READ THIS STORY! Consider yourself warned. *
The first time I saw her, I knew I had to have her. She was the most beautiful creature I had ever laid eyes on … and I have laid my eyes on a lot of girls!
She was the daughter of one of my co-workers, and had stopped in with her mother to visit my colleague at work. I watched her through the window of my office. As I let my eyes wander inconspicuously over her body, my heart was filled with a desire I had never experienced before.
She appeared to be no older than 18 or 19. She had thick, medium brown hair that cascaded in soft waves to just below her shoulders. Her eyes were an intense blue, and her facial features were angelic. She was wearing a tank top, which showed the outline of her perfect breasts, and a pair of white, almost-too-short, tight jean shorts. The rear view was even better than the front – she had a perfect, plump butt and creamy white legs.
I made an excuse to go into my associate’s office, pretending to need a certain figure from a tax evasion case we were working on together (he’s a tax attorney, I’m a criminal attorney). As I stood there waiting for him to look it up, I was no more than 3 feet from this angel. I could smell her clean scent – a mixture of bubble gum (which she was chewing), shampoo, and soap. It was driving me nuts, so in a way I was glad to get out of there.
I wondered if I would ever see her again. My question was answered several minutes later, when my partner appeared at the door with his daughter beside him.
My associate, Rick, wanted to know if Christine could “shadow” me for a day as part of her 8th grade Social Studies project on the criminal justice system. I readily agreed, willing to do anything for this young girl. She suggested we do it the next day because there was no school due to a teacher’s seminar.
I offered to pick her up the next morning at home, because my partner was going out of town. We all agreed, and they left. I spent the rest of the day, and most of the night, thinking of Christine, wishing she were just 5 or 6 years older. As a newly divorced man with no children and no obligations, I was living like a king and could well afford to romance any woman I wanted. But *she* was what I wanted.
The next morning I picked her up at 7:30 sharp. She came out of the house wearing a simple white dress, with her hair pulled back in a white hair tie. My heart leaped at the sight of this fresh, beautiful teen. She climbed into my ’68 Jaguar XKE convertible , and off we went to start our work day. On the way there, she chatted about her teachers, her school project, her friends, and complimented me on my Jag (her Dad drove a Range Rover – a “old person’s” car, according to her).
When we arrived at the office, our receptionist was already there, tapping away at the computer. She looked terrible – she had been nursing a cold all week. I suddenly felt an impulsive urge to jut shut down the office for the day and have some fun. My receptionist was sick, my partner out of town, my schedule clear after my morning court hearing, and I had a lovely girl at my side until 5:30, when her mother expected her home.
So, right after the hearing, I followed my gut. I sent my receptionist home, forwarded the phones to voice mail, and locked up the office. Christine had seen some action at the hearing, and thought she could get a report out of it, so she didn’t mind a bit.
I asked her if she would like to go to my house. I have a large swimming pool, satellite TV, a game room, and all sorts of other “grown up” toys – a wonderful lifestyle for someone young and single like me. She loved the idea.
We arrived at the house, and as soon as she saw the pool, she wanted to swim. It was then we realized she had no suit. I offered her a T-shirt and a pair of boxers, which was all I could think of for her to swim in. She went into the bathroom to change, while I changed in the bedroom.
When she came out, we went outside to the pool, and she dove right in. I forgot to tell her it wasn’t heated. She came up sputtering from the cold water, screaming and laughing.
I was standing on the deck of the pool, near the edge.
“Sorry,” I said. “No heater!”
“No joke!” she said.
She swam up to the edge of the pool, grabbed my ankle, and pulled me in. We playfully wrestled for a while in the water, splashing and dunking one another. After we tired, we got out and laid on the lounge chairs on the deck.
I saw that she had removed her bra before changing. Her nipples were visible through the we T-shirt, and it was all I could do not to stare at them. She laid on the chair and drew her knees up to her chest, revealing to me another surprise … she had removed her panties as well. She was apparently oblivious to the fact that the boxers were loose, and through the gap between her thigh and the fabric, her young mound was plainly visible. I tried hard ( no pun intended) to keep from looking between her legs, but her innocence was extremely enticing.
We started talking, and the conversation soon moved towards me and my now-defunct marriage. I tried to explain in simple terms that my ex-wife had become very disinterested in sex and intimacy when her career took off, but how do you explain that to a 18 year old? I was surprised (again) when she told me bluntly that she thought about sex alot, and she couldn’t imagine not wanting it anymore.
Her comment made me a little more bold about where the conversation was headed. I delicately asked if she was a virgin. She said she was, but she was always getting “feelings down there” about boys, even if there were none around. I was treading on thin ice, but my curiosity and my libido pushed me further along. I asked if she ever played with herself while thinking of boys. She looked embarrassed, but answered “sometimes.”
We were silent for awhile, unsure of what to say next.
Finally she broke the silence by asking if I ever ever played with myself. I told her sometimes, when I needed I release. But it was different for me, I explained. I can go to a bar and hit on a woman and probably “get laid” that same night if I’m lucky. She said she wished it were that easy for her.
The next thing she said blew my mind.
“Besides, I don’t just want to lose my virginity to a boy. I want a man. Boys are so childish,” she said matter-of-factly.
By now my sex drive was at full force. I glanced down between her legs again, and through the opening of the boxers I could see that her mound appeared to be moister than it had before. This girl was getting aroused talking about sex with me!
I decided to get a lot bolder. I sat on the edge of her lounge chair, placing my hand on her plump, full thigh. She pretended not to notice, and we continued our conversation. I soon went a little further, inching my hand up her leg until it was at the junction where the boxers separated from her crotch. I leaned forward and tentatively kissed her mouth. She responded with more intensity than I expected.
She thrust her tongue into my mouth, and I reciprocated. As we kissed, I allowed my hand to slip into the boxers, and gently prodded the soft, warm flesh of her labia. She was already wet, and I gently slid my finger up and down her slick groove. She moaned in response and, encouraged, I let my fingers dance lightly over her swollen clitoris. She gasped.
With my other hand I reached under her shirt and tenderly caressed one nipple. She let out a little cry, ad I decided it was time to finish what I had started.
I picked her up and carried her into my bedroom, kissing the whole way. I gently laid her on the bed. I quickly undressed as she watched, her eyes widening slightly when she saw my erection. I assumed mine was the first erect penis she had ever seen, and it turned out I was right.
I slipped her boxers and T-shirt off, and stopped for a moment to take in the sight of this lovely young girl. Her breasts were flattened from lying on her back, but I could see they were on the small side anyway. She had pinkish nipples which were large and puffy, and at this point erect. Her hips had a full swell to them – she still had some of her baby fat, making her even sexier. Her thighs were full and creamy as well, and her pubic area was plump and had a very sparse patch of brown hair growing around the cleft.
Her legs were slightly parted, and I could see her pink inner lips, glistening with arousal. I could not stand it anymore. I buried my face in her crotch, savoring and tasting her clean, fresh wetness. I used my tongue forcefully, prodding my way between her vaginal lips and dancing it around her little clitoris. She was squirming uncontrollably now, bucked her full hips and grinding her crotch in time with my tongue. Her wetness was soaking my cheeks, and I was savoring every drop of her juices.
When I decided she had had enough, I kissed my way up her belly, over her breasts, stopping only to lightly bite each nipple, and then to her mouth. She hungrily kissed me, probing her tongue deep into my mouth. She must have tasted herself on me, and that seemed to excite her even more.
I rolled her over on her belly and parted her full thighs. I gently stroked her slick crotch, sliding a finger in and out of her vagina. She was squirming again.
“Please …” she gasped. “Please make love to me.”
I gladly obliged. I opened her legs more and positioned myself over her beautiful, plump butt. I placed the head of my member at the entrance to her tight vaginal opening. Slowly, but firmly, I slid into her, making sure not to tear or hurt her virgin channel. She let out a little cry as I broke through her hymen, and then I was completely inside of her. The feeling was incredible. She was like a vise, and entering from the rear, with her thighs close together, made it even tighter. I had never felt anything quite like this.
I slowly began pumping in and out of her. She buried her face in a pillow, gasping and shrieking with pleasure. Her little hands gripped the pillow tighter as her orgasm neared. When she came, her body convulsed and shuddered. She let out a long cry, bucking her hips back against me as I thrust harder and harder, quickly approaching my own orgasm. As I reached the edge, I lowered myself so my head was at her neck, and began gently nibbling on her ears and hair. I soon exploded inside her, my semen filling her tight young body.
As our orgasms subsided, I rolled over on the bed next to her, still panting from the intensity of the experience. She was still moaning softly into the pillow as her body recovered from the pleasure. Her eyes had a dreamy, content look in them. I knew then that I had just made a woman out of this precious girl.
We lay in bed and cuddled for awhile. After we had rested, we made love again, this time with her on top. It was even more wonderful than the first time. Neither of us wanted it to end.
But, we soon realized it was getting late in the afternoon, and Christine’s mother would expecting her home soon. We dressed and got in the car. We barely spoke on the way to her house, but held hands the whole way. There was no way to know where our relationship would go – it was too risky to be anything but discreet about it. But we were content to know that we had shared something so wonderful with each other. It was our little secret.