Jessie

a Story by Varangian

Summer, 2006

Jessie had blossomed over the winter, and in spring, when she shed parka and snow pants, I saw the wonderful result.  Now standing about five feet tall, I knew she had experienced a growth spurt.  On a warm day in early Spring I saw her in shorts and T-shirt and thanked the deity for allowing her growth to proceed with such balance.

Everything about her body was in proportion — the neck, hands and feet, but especially well-fleshed limbs and torso.  Her shapely, pale legs were enticing, and small breasts that had been absent in the autumn now poked demurely at her shirt.  She was quite lovely, despite a face that was more pleasant than pretty.  She was half way through her twelfth year.

* * *

I was a second-year law student who occupied the garage apartment behind Jessie’s house.  She and I had become friends, and I knew she had a crush on me.  I had never before thought of her sexually, until that warm Spring day.

“You’ve grown up,” I told her.  “You’ll have a boy friend soon.”

“Nah, Mom won’t let me, Kevin.  She’s afraid I’ll get knocked up.”

Jessie was also an uninhibited, bold girl who spoke her mind, especially to me.  In the absence of a father I had become the male presence in her life, despite the fact that I was only seven years her senior.

“You don’t necessarily get pregnant just by having a boy friend,” I said.

“I guess.  But Mom won’t let me date until after I start having periods and she puts me on the pill.”

I was not surprised by this statement.  It was so much like her mother, Lydia, to speak to her daughter so frankly.  The woman was rather loose and irresponsible but thoughtful of future trouble.  Before Thanksgiving, while drunk, she had come on to me, but I had a girl then and was not tempted.

The upshot, of course, was that Lydia would put Jessie on the pill, and then the girl would feel free to fuck the first boy who came by.  But Jessie wouldn’t do it, because she had a certain class.  She’d relish her freedom to go with any boy, but she’d wait for a good one.

“What do you know about sex, Jessie?  You’re only twelve years old.”

“I know how babies are made.  I know that boys always want to get you alone and do things.”

“Well,” I said, “I think you’re safe for the next year or so.”

We sat together on the back porch swing that looked out at the garage.  Jessie’s young thighs splayed against the slats.  God, I wanted to touch her!

Then she surprised me.

“You said that I could have a boy friend without getting knocked up,” she remarked.  “I kinda know what you mean — not going all the way.  But then what?”

“You mean having a boy friend but not going all the way?

“Yeah.”

“Well,” I said, “You could go to movies and have ice cream afterwards.”

“That’s not what I’m asking, Kevin!”

I hesitated to enter into the conversation, which was delicate and illicit.  But eagerness overwhelmed me.

“I suppose what you have in mind is what takes place between kissing and going all the way.”

“Yeah!”

“Use your imagination, Jessie.”

“Like how?”

“It’s all about orgasms,” I said.  “Your boy friend could give you one and you return the pleasure, without going all the way.”

“Have you done that, Kevin?”

“More than once.”

“What was it like?”

“Do you want me to describe my sexual history, Jessie?”

“I just want to know what you did without going all the way.”

“I’ll tell you about my first girl friend.  We never went all the way.”

“Good.”

“Marcia was thirteen and I fourteen,” I began.  “She was much like you, as a matter of fact — curious and pretty.”

“I’m not pretty!”

“Yes you are, Jessie, more than you know.”

“What did you do with Marcia?” she asked.

I invented the entire story, spinning it as I went on.

“We knew each other and had played together since before kindergarten.  She was a tomboy and easily caught flies in the outfield.  I never thought of her as a girl until I was twelve.”

“What happened then?” Jessie asked.

“She filled out over the Winter, grew titties and sexy legs.”

“Then what?”  Jessie’s question was punctuated by an excited choke.

“Somehow we kissed.  It was the first time for the both of us.  I touched a boob, put my hand on it.  It didn’t fill my palm.”

“That’s what guys do!”

“But she liked it, Jessie.  Marcia pushed her face against my neck and let me fit my hand beneath her shirt.  I felt her bare boob.  It was so soft!”

“Then what?”

“We kissed some more, then she got up and left.  She had to be home.”

“That’s all?”

“No.  The next day we got naked and took a shower together.”

Jessie’s eyes opened widely and her mouth gaped.

“I washed her privates with soapy hands, Jessie, standing behind her, pulling her to me.  I kept at it until she made a noise and almost collapsed in my arms.  Afterwards she massaged my penis until I shot my stuff against the shower wall.  We had a lot of fun that day, Jessie, but we didn’t go all the way.”

“It wasn’t dirty,” I added, pausing to stare at her astonished face.  “We used soap and water.”

“What else did you do that day, Kevin,” she asked almost in a whisper.

“We were alone in the house, of course.  No one would be back for hours.  After the shower we went to my room and lay on the bed.

“You were still naked?”

“Yes.  Do you really want to hear this, Jessie?”

“Go on!”

“We did a lot of kissing and touching.  I sucked on her boobs.”

Jessie giggled.  “Like a baby?”

“Like a lover.  Guys do that.  Most girls enjoy it.”

Without realizing what she was doing, Jessie raised her right hand to her left breast and fondled it briefly.

I became more aroused than before, and I was afraid of what I might do with the kid.  I stood but did not face her, because my hard cock poked at my trousers.

“I have to leave,” I said.  “I’m studying for an exam.”

“Won’t you tell me more, Kevin?” she whined.

“Another time, perhaps.”

I left her on the swing and went up to my digs to whacked off.

Jessie was dangerous, a threat to me, because I knew I lacked sufficient responsibility to do the right thing and not touch her.  I had admired pretty, young girls before, of course, but Jessie was something else.  She was available.  I was certain of it.

Her loose upbringing had resulted in a precocious curiosity about sex.  Lydia was actually pushing her towards it, telling the girl that she would start taking birth control pills after her first period.

I stripped naked and put a disc into the player.  It was a video that I had recorded from a newsgroup depicting a beautiful blonde girl of eleven or twelve having sex with a boy a little older.  It was an amateur production, but with excellent resolution and color, and it lasted twenty minutes.  I slimed my cock then massaged it until the end of the performance, when the beautiful young girl took her mouth from the boy’s cock, spat out his spunk then smiled like she was pleasantly surprised.  I came again.

* * *

I was washing dishes at the sink, when Jessie entered my apartment the next afternoon.

“Will you tell me some more, Kevin?” she asked after sitting on my bed.

She was barefoot and clad in a red bikini.

“Why are you dressed like that?” I demanded to know.

She hunched her shoulders and twisted her head cutely.

“It’s hot today,” she replied.

She was stunning, despite her age, or perhaps because of it.  Her raven hair was tied into a ponytail.  She was so lovely!  Her body was perfectly fleshed, neither skinny nor heavy, still untanned in early Spring.  The bra concealed enticing, small mounds.

I did not dare to sit beside her.

“You’re curious about sex, aren’t you?” I asked, remaining at the sink, looking at her.

“I just want to know what happens before going all the way,” she responded in a little girl voice.

“Can you keep a secret?” I asked.

She nodded eagerly, grinning at me.

“I have a video of a girl your age and a boy having sex without going all the way.  Do you want to see it?”

Her face opened in surprise, then after a pause she nodded again.

After putting the disc into the player, I stood back, next to the bed with the remote in hand.  I refused to sit beside her, knowing my weakness, fearing it.  I then pressed a button and the video flicked onto the screen.

I knew every frame of the movie, having whacked off to it uncountable times.  It began with the girl and a boy of about fourteen walking hand in hand into a bedroom.

I wondered who was holding the camera; a parent?  An uncle?  A guy from the neighborhood?  Whoever it was, the kids seemed comfortable with him — or her.  They smiled into the camera and said something.  There was no audio.

The camera moved in an amateurish way as the kids settled themselves on the bed.  I did not watch the video, because, standing slightly behind her, I had Jessie to ogle.

I stared at her for long minutes as she leaned forward, transfixed by the action on the screen.

“Stop it there!” she exclaimed.  “Back it up a bit!”

I did so.  She wanted to dwell on a close up of the boy’s hard cock.

“You’ve never seen one before?” I asked calmly.

She didn’t answer.  Instead she astounded me by placing her right hand in her groin and scratching it.

After she asked me to resume the film, she continued to masturbate.  She had me stop it a couple more times: once when the boy began to lick the girl’s hairless pussy, then again when the girl took the boy’s cock into her mouth.

Jessie had an orgasm at that point.  She shuddered and gasped.  But she soon resumed rubbing herself.

“Oh!” she exclaimed when the boy on the screen came in the girl’s mouth.  After the film ended with a shot of the girl’s messy, smiling face, Jessie jumped up and raced downstairs without a word.

* * *

Two days later I went home for Spring break to visit my parents.  I hadn’t seen Jessie again since the remarkable episode involving the video.  I returned after a week wanting to ask her about her thoughts regarding it.

She came out onto the porch as I pulled a suitcase from the trunk of my car.

“Hi, Kevin,” she called, waving girlishly.

She was clad in shorts and a T-shirt.  It was so good to see her again, especially because I had decided to learn how far she would let me go.  My feeble defenses had collapsed.

I suppose I had decided much earlier that I would make a move on the young girl.  Why else would I have told her that fake story and shown her the video?

She followed me up the stairs to my apartment.

“Is your mother home?” I asked after placing the suitcase on the floor.  “I have to pay the rent.”

“She won’t be back until five, Kevin.”

It was then four o’clock.  Jessie looked at me in a strange way.  Was she thinking about the video?

After an awkward silence, I said, “I only have that one video, Jessie.”

“I’ve seen enough.”

“So, now you know what people do together without going all the way.”

“Yeah!  Thanks, Kevin.  I never even imagined a lot of that stuff.  I got to go now.  Mom will kill me if the dishes aren’t done.”

I watched the coltish girl bound down the stairs.  Perhaps I was mistaken, I thought.  Maybe Jessie was just curious after all and was not intending to experiment with sex any time soon.

I was disappointed and relieved at the same time — disappointed because I had convinced myself that the girl would be an easy, delicious conquest, relieved because I could have gotten into a lot of trouble.

I called Marcia — the real Marcia — who was my age and also a sophomore.  We had an off and on relationship.  We were pals who engaged in unromantic sex when we were between partners, and sometimes even when we were dating others.

“I got a hard on that won’t go away,” I told her over the phone.

“Whack off,” she responded.  “That usually does it.”

“Don’t be cruel, Marcia.  It’s more than an orgasm I need.  I want to feel your body.  I’ll lick on you.”

“I’ve just shaved, Kevin.  I’m nice and smooth down there.”

“Come on over.  I’ll take you for dinner afterwards.”

“I’ll be right there, Kevin.  Don’t whack off.”

Marcia had a dorm room on the next street.  She’d arrive in five minutes.

She was a skinny girl who had less tit than Jessie.  But she gave great head and was a wonderful fuck.

After she arrived, we kissed hello then undressed.  She blew me, swallowing my spunk, after which I licked her hairless, adult pussy until she bucked and cried out.  Then, after a few minutes of cuddling, we fucked.

“I have a problem, Marcia,” I told her some time after we had finished with sex and were just touching each other affectionately.

“Like what?”

“A twelve year old girl lives here, and she’s driving me batty.”

“Just think of prison, Kevin, and a cellmate named Bubba.  That should set your mind straight.”

Just then, I noticed Jessie at the open door.  I don’t know how long she had been standing there.  Marcia started after she followed my gaze.  The young girl bit her lower lip, turned and raced down the stairs.

“That’s the girl?” Marcia asked.  “She’s stunning.”

“Now you know what I’m up against,” I said.  “Maybe I should move.”

“And leave this swell place of yours?  Don’t be a fool, Kevin.  I’ll come over to keep you calm, whenever Greg doesn’t need me.”

“You’re with Greg?  What happened to Jack?”

“Jack, another guy and I did a three-way last month.  It was a tipping point for Jack, I suppose, because he and the other guy are now going steady.”

* * *

The next afternoon, walking from opposite directions, Jessie and I met at the driveway, I from campus and she from the private school she attended.  She was clad in a short sleeve, white blouse, gray skirt, white anklets and black pumps.  She was gorgeous, and I ogled her as we approached.  She frowned.

“Was that your girl friend?” she asked abruptly as we walked up the driveway.

“She’s just a friend, Jessie, an old friend.

“I watched you.”

“I know, Jessie.  How long did you stand there?”

“I saw you get off her.  Are all guys that big?  Did you put it inside her?’“

“My penis is slightly larger than average, and yes, we made love.”

“But she’s not your girl friend?”

“No, Marcia is an old, dear friend.”

“The same Marcia?”

“A different one.”

“I didn’t get a good look at it, Kevin.”

“What?”

“Your, ah, penis.”

What to do?  “Are you curious, Jessie?”

“Yeah.  I want to really see it.”

What to do?  I decided to expose myself to her, but I knew that her mother was home.  Her car was in the driveway behind mine.

Later Jessie came up to my apartment clad in shorts and a sleeveless tank top.

“Mom went out to the store,” she told me.

“So you want to see my cock?”

She giggled and stepped to the bed where she sat down.  I sat beside her.  I ran her raven pony tail through my hand then palmed one of her lovely, pale cheeks.

She looked at me expectantly then leaned closer, inviting a kiss.  As we lingered at it, I fondled a soft upper arm then ran a hand up an exquisite thigh to the hem of her shorts.

“Are there other things you want to do, Jessie?”

“Like in the video?”

I slipped a hand beneath her halter to cup a small, firm tit.

“Yes.  Was there anything in the video that you don’t want to do”

“You mean like the girl sucking on the boy and him squirting into her mouth?”

“Yes, especially that.  Did you find that disgusting?”

“No, but it looked messy.  I’ll suck on you, Kevin, and you can squirt into my mouth.  But we can do even more than that!”

“How so?”

“I had my first period last week.  I’m on the pill now.”

The sudden appearance of Lydia quickly squashed my jubilation.

“Go back to the house, Jessie!” her mother barked.

“As for you,” the angry woman said as the girl dashed off, “you’re in a whole lot of trouble.”

I could smell alcohol on her breath.

“But I’ll keep quiet about you fucking my little girl, if …”

“If?”

“I don’t have a guy, Kevin, and I don’t want the ones available to me.  I haven’t fucked in years.”

I could understand that.  Lydia was twice my age and not in good shape.

She grinned confidently.  “I don’t think you have much choice,” she said, unbuttoning her blouse.  “Strip down.  Let me have a look at you.”

Lydia’s body was not gross, just dumpy.  Going to her knees, she said, “Okay, so I’ve got to suck it up.”  She slurped it in for a moment then released it with a grin up at me.  “I’ve been wanting to do this since you first came here.”

When it was hard enough, she stood and finished stripping off her clothing.  I had to please her for my own protection, so I ate her out and managed not to gag.  When we finally fucked in the missionary position, I was able to last and bring her to two noisy orgasms, mainly because I was uninspired.  Friction on my cock head, though, finally set me off, and I spewed into her with eyes closed, imagining her daughter.

“God, that was good!” she exclaimed.  “I feel years younger!”

We sat together on the edge of the bed.  I was now more confident, realizing that my youth and cock were assets with the woman.

“What about Jessie?” I asked.  “Do you want me to move out?”

“Move out?  Hell no, Kevin!  I’ll need you once or twice a week.  As for Jessie, I approve of young girls fucking, if they have the right guy.  And you’re a right guy.  I started when I was ten.  I stayed with that man, who was much older than I for fifteen years, until he died.  He was Jessie’s father.  We were married by then and he left me comfortable.”

“Did you plan this, Lydia, to set me up?”

“Not at first.  But when Jessie had her period last week and asked if she was now allowed to fuck you, I decided to cash in and enjoy a piece of the action.  Have supper with us tonight, Kevin.  Afterwards you can spend the night in Jessie’s room.

* * *

Jessie and I showered together that first night.  One can imagine my wonder and delight at having such a girl.  We played out the scenes of the video, but at the end I ripped her hymen as gently as possible.

Afterwards she lay snuggled on my shoulder and said surprisingly, “In six years, when I’m eighteen, you’ll be a lawyer making lots of dough.  You’ll be twenty-five.  I’ll move in with you and we’ll get married when I finish college.”

I thought about it.  Why not?

END
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