It was Friday evening and Tina Mayfield, our page, was back in the deepest storage stacks with her face buried in a corner, sobbing her heart out. When I found her, I stopped a few feet away, unsure what to do. At last I said quietly "Anything I can do, Tina?"

She jumped, startled, and quickly wiped her eyes before turning around. "No -- nobody can do anything." She sniffled and hesitated. "My father threw me out for spending all night with a boy. I don't have anyplace to go. No other relatives around here, but they probably wouldn't take me in anyway, if my father said not to. And my only really close girlfriend is on vacation with her family. I got no place." The tears began coursing down her cheeks again. She squeezed her eyes shut and just stood there with her head down, feet together, arms folded helplessly.

"Could you go and stay with this boy you were with?"

She shook her head. "No. . . . It was just once. H-he's w-with someone e-else now. . . ." She was trying hard not to lose it again.

I watched her biting her lip and trying not to look at me, and I thought about it. Tina was barely eighteen, more cute than gorgeous, and -- this week -- a brassy redhead in thin, boot-cut slacks that were interestingly tight across the butt and a snug cotton top cut so short her belly button appeared every time she raised her arms to reach an upper shelf. She also favored Madonna-red lipstick. She was only about five-one but kind of on the buxom side. She had small feet, snug-looking hips, and a tiny waist that I admired.

She'd also been around, as they say, having lost her virginity at fourteen. "Having my ticket punched" was the term she'd used when she told me about it. She liked people to think she was really a wild child but she was actually rather sweet and always friendly. We'd been chatting and more or less innocently flirting during slack times for several months and she had asked my advice about an assortment of things. Several times, I'd discovered her watching me with a certain look of interest, which she always tried to cover up.

I, on the other hand, was thirty-two and married, though that didn't preclude the occasional lustful fantasy. But I was also her immediate supervisor and, ordinarily, I wouldn't have dreamed of saying what I found myself saying next.

"Well, . . . if you have no place else to go, Tina, you're welcome to come home with me for the night. Or the weekend. We're both scheduled to work Saturday but we're both off Sunday."

She glanced at my face and snorted. "Sure. Right."

"Don't jump to conclusions," I protested lamely. "We have three bedrooms and you can take your pick." From her skeptical expression, that hadn't come out quite right either.

"Look, Tina, you know what I'm trying to say, so think about it, okay? If you still need a place to crash when we close, let me know." I walked off, shaking my head at my own ineptness.

Tina went back to her shelving, getting three more book trucks emptied in the next hour and a half and tidying up the reading area; whatever problems she might have at home, she was a conscientious worker. But she was subdued, not at all her usual bouncy self. A little before nine o'clock, she came back to my desk and, in a low, confiding voice, said "You're sure you wouldn't mind if I slept over tonight? And maybe Saturday night? Maybe my folks will calm down by then."

"No problem. If I minded, I wouldn't have suggested it, Tina. Things will get better at home; they always do." Well, I had to say something reassuring. She gave me a wan little smile and touched my shoulder lightly before going back to finish up for the night.

I don't know why we continue to keep the Main Library open until nine on Fridays, since we usually have more staff in the building than patrons. The common theory is that the City Council dislikes the necessity of supporting a public library at all and wants to get as much use out of the building as possible, even though it means extra pay for the staff.

Anyway, it's a big building and by the time the staff get down from the Eighth Floor, the parking garage in the sub-basement is always almost empty. That was fine with me; I didn't especially want any of my coworkers to see me walking a girl a decade younger than myself to my Camry.

I live out on a country road at the edge of the county: A Prairie Gothic sort of place on a big grassy lot, no neighbors closer than a hundred yards, and very little traffic. Tina hopped out of the car while I was still putting it in æPark' and looked around in the dark, taking in the vegetable garden and the flower beds, the big cedars and the windbreak of tall aspens, and the old iron weather vane on top of the house, outlined against the glow from the city. One of our three cats strolled out of the shadows and sat down to look her over. Tina hunkered down and tried to talk to him but he gave her a look of feline disbelief and went off to hunt among the leeks.

Inside, Tina glanced around the sprawling living room and smiled. "Nice house. Big."

"Big enough for me, especially with no kids. But I didn't buy it, I inherited it. By the way, did you eat this afternoon?"

"Burger King," she replied, testing the softness of the sofa. "Do you have any Cokes, though?"

"You're welcome to anything in the ice box -- except my good vodka."

She laughed as I hung up my jacket and parked my briefcase beside the stereo. I sat down and was trying to remove my tie without getting it too wrinkled (I hate ironing ties) when she strolled back into the living room with a Diet Sprite and the remains of a package of chewy molasses cookies.

"Sorry -- I should have asked if I could get you anything," she said, eying the available space on the sofa on either side of me.

"No, that's okay. I'm just going to watch the late news and then read a little before I go to bed." I returned her smile but was careful not to send out any signals.

After a moment, she plopped down in my big arm chair, slipped off her fake topsiders, and propped her bare feet up on the edge of the coffee table. Her tiny toenails were the same brilliant shade of magenta as her fingertips. After a moment, she said "I thought you were married."

"I am. My wife's in New Jersey teaching a series of classes in network management for some company or other. She's been gone for two weeks and she won't be back for another two." I tried not to look at her or change the tone of my voice.

We sat quietly, more or less relaxed, and watched TV for half an hour. Tina polished off her Sprite and the cookies. I finally got up and stretched, not being in the mood for Letterman.

"Well," I said as we listened to my knees pop, "I'm going to hit the sack and read a couple chapters before I conk out. Let me show you where things are first." Tina hopped up and followed me down the hall and up the stairs.

"This is the guest room." I opened the door and flicked on the light. "The bed's made and the bathroom's right across the hall." It suddenly dawned on me that she had only a small purse with her. "Um, I'd offer you a pair of pajamas but I don't own any. Never wear æem." She smiled up at me. "I can lend you a tee-shirt, though. Mine should fit you about like a nightshirt."

"Sure, that's fine. . . . Where's your room?"

"End of the hall." She sat and bounced a little on the mattress while I went and found her a shirt.

I'd already turned out the light when Tina finally flicked off the TV. I heard the bathroom door being shut. The toilet flushed. The door opened again and then her bedroom door clicked shut. It's often difficult for me to get right to sleep when I work the evening shift at the library (still wired, I guess) so I was lying there consciously trying to relax my muscles and listening to my mind chase itself around in circles.

I had some generalized erotic thoughts about the young girl in the room just down the hall but I didn't expect to actually cash in on them. Just as well, I thought: I'm way too old for her -- even though she's just the right age to be interesting to me. Perhaps I should explain that even though my wife and I have a good marriage most of the time, I nevertheless fantasize about girls and young women who probably would consider me to be just on the borderline of "old man."

Then my imaginings were interrupted by a quiet soprano in the doorway. "Could I move in here? It's kind of lonely being in a strange bed alone, in the dark."

I raised myself up on my elbow. Tina was a dim figure standing with her hand on the doorknob, my tee-shirt covering her midway down her thighs. One foot was balanced atop the other and she was swinging her knee side-to-side nervously. Well, it was her choice and I reminded myself that she was legally old enough to make it. I scooted over a little and flipped the top sheet out of the way. It was too warm for a blanket.

Tina seemed to be in a hurry as she came and slipped into bed beside me. She lay there looking at me as I got myself resettled . . . and then her hand reached out and brushed against my hip.

"You really *don't* wear anything in bed, do you?" she giggled. I didn't reply because that momentary contact was making my cock inflate like a life raft and I was trying to figure out how to conceal it under just a thin sheet.

"Well, I can't let you get away with that," she murmured as she shifted position and hauled the borrowed shirt off over her head. She balled it up, tossed it on the floor, and scrunched back down under the sheet . . . and lay there on her side, blazing bronze hair spread across her pillow, watching my face expectantly.

I swallowed hard. It was a little late to decide whether I wanted to get involved with this kid. I wasn't actually old enough to be her father, even if I had married really young. (I've never understood that particular cliche; I certainly wasn't interested in being her father.) Should I ignore caution entirely? Even if nothing happened, Tina might mention to someone that she had spent the night naked in my bed, which would sink my job and possibly my marriage. Yeah, but all I could think about was that tight, youthful body being implicitly offered to me.

"I think this pillow is more comfortable than that one," I said quietly.

Tina smiled and scooted closer as I stretched out my arm. She laid her cheek on my bicep and the hard tip of her breast grazed my chest. One kneecap snuggled against my lower thigh and she stroked my shin with the sole of her foot.

"Bet you could get in a lot of trouble doing this, couldn't you?" Her lips twitch in a devilish smirk. "But I promise I won't say anything . . . on one condition."

I must have looked apprehensive because she put the flat of her hand on my stomach and stroked it. "It's easy, really," she went on. "You invited me here, and here I am. And I know why, too. You want to have sex with me but you're nervous because I'm so much younger. Well . . ." She took a deep breath, then went on in a rush. "The reason I came is because you *are* older. I mean, like an æolder man', right? I've really only slept with a couple of guys and they were my age. Maybe a little bit older, I guess. But, anyway, they have all this macho stuff going on, right? Like, they just want to fuck and then go out and shoot some hoops. But you're nice. And I figure you've had a lot more experience."

She was scooting even closer as she spoke. Now, she was nose-to-nose with me, her tits pressed firmly against my chest. I felt her pubic hair tickling my leg. Her hand moved up to my face and stroked my cheek. My throat was dry.

"So I want you to teach me how to make love properly. D'you know what I mean? Anybody can fuck. Dogs fuck. But I want to know how to *make love*. And I promise I'll never say anything to anyone about who taught me. Do we have a deal?"

I hadn't had such an arousing and straightforward proposition since college. "Deal," I said. "And the final exam should be fun."

The idea of giving love-lessons to such a sultry little item as Tina was a major turn-on, the kind of thing that only happens in daydreams. I gave it some thought -- about ten seconds worth -- and then slid out of bed and stood up. Tina looked surprised.

"If we're going to do this right, let's start vertical." There was just enough moonlight filtering in through the blinds for me to take her hand and help her out of bed. She started to put her arms around my neck but I gently stopped her. "Let me lead, okay, sweetheart?" She licked her lips and nodded.

I drew her toward me, stopping when her nipples were an inch away from my diaphragm. I leaned forward and kissed her lightly on the lips. Then on the cheek. Then on one earlobe. Then I worked my way gradually down the side of her neck and out along the freckled top of her shoulder. She shivered and inhaled loudly. Her eyelids fluttered down.

I lifted her hands and set her palms flat against my chest as I slowly pulled her closer, slipping my arms around her narrow waist and zeroing in on those full, moist lips. Even at her age, Tina turned out to be a talented kisser. She rotated her mouth and attached herself to me like a remora, sucking in my tongue and making soft "unh, unh" sounds like an infant with a bottle. Her arms encircled my neck and she flattened herself hard against me. It was incredibly stimulating, especially since I hadn't kissed a woman other than my wife in years -- and certainly not naked.

Almost of their own accord, my hands moved down to squeeze and knead her ass. As I pulled her up on her toes, Tina moaned and kissed me so hard our teeth clicked together. Her oversized breasts mashed against my ribs; I could tell exactly where her erect nipples were.

Finally, I whispered "Hang on!" and lifted her off the floor. Smoothly, she locked her legs around my waist and laughed delightedly in my ear. Tina was small but she was no featherweight; she was solidly built and it was a good thing I'd stayed in shape. I stood like that for a few seconds, letting my fingers curl under the backs of her thighs and tickle the edges of her cunt. She tightened her grip even more.

I took a couple of steps forward and pitched us both onto the bed. She squealed as I caught myself on my arms, just in time to avoid crushing her. She writhed around, trying to hook her ankles behind my back and maneuver herself into position. But I wasn't ready for that . . . not yet.

We kissed again, heatedly, passionately -- and then I suddenly stood and spun her end-for-end on the bed, and tugged her a few inches so that her head was angled halfway off the edge of the mattress. And before she could react, I knelt with one knee on either side of her head, stretched out atop her body, and buried my face between her legs.

Tina gasped and jerked as my open mouth covered her pubic mound. Then she spread her legs as wide as she could and drew up her knees; the lips of her pussy gaped pinkly and the escaping aromatic moistness covered my nose and cheeks.

I moved slightly so that my rigid cock tapped her eyebrow. Her hands were already clutching my thighs so she bobbed her head around until she could capture my penis with her lips. That left her with her chin up and her head back. If I had thrust forward at that moment, I would have plunged all the way past her larynx, so I was very careful to let her do all the work at her end, while I licked and sucked at her clit and swirled my tongue in the depths of her pussy.

As it turned out, little Tina had a very talented tongue, too; it seemed to wrap itself completely around the head of my cock. Then, rather to my surprise, she urged me forward and leaned her head even farther back, swallowing almost all of me. She pressed her lips together when she reached the base of my cock and I knew there would be a bright red lipstick ring just short of my pubic hair. I was going to have to be more inventive with my lessons. Tina was definitely an advanced student.

As she commenced sliding her mouth up and down my straining cock, I got my hands around her ankles and urged her knees toward her chest, which curled her ass upward. Her little pink asshole was waiting patiently and I began making wet tongue-circles around it. Her sphincter trembled as I finally pushed my tongue against it and I was aware of her toes curling. Her response was to scrape her teeth lightly down my cock, which gave me the shivers.

At that point, I also became aware of the growing pressure in my groin; if we kept this up for another two minutes, I was going to come in her mouth and, despite her demonstrated proficiency, I wasn't sure she was prepared for that. I let her legs return to the bed and carefully raised my body off hers. She released my penis with a last slurp and gazed at me upside-down with flaming lust in her eyes. Then she rotated on the bed so her head was back on the pillow, gave me a crooked grin, and held her open arms up to me.

"I've never felt like this before," she said hoarsely. "How did you learn to do that?"

"Experience, my dear. Experience and practice." I reached down, gripped her ankles again, and spread her legs slowly apart. As I raised her legs and knelt between her thighs, I smiled back at her. "Tell me what you'd like, Tina. Vocalizing your desires can be very erotic, you know."

She giggled. "And what book did that come out of?" She licked her lips and stared at me. "I want you to fuck me, Tom. You want to put your cock in my cunt, don't you? You want to fuck my little pussy, right? Well, I want you to do it to me, Tom. In fact, I want you to do anything you want to me. Do you want to tie me up and blindfold me while you fuck me? You can if you want to. I trust you and you can do anything. Anything at all." She let her eyelids droop and ran her little pink tongue slowly around her lips.

I was right, her little speech was extremely arousing. She had given me permission to carry out my more unusual fantasies with her. Maybe later.

"Right now, Tina, I'm going to give you your next lesson in lovemaking. Are you ready?"

"Yes, teacher," she replied in a little-girl voice and touched the tip of her forefinger to her lip. She certainly knew what turned me on. Even though Tina had occasionally regaled me with her own sexual exploits -- at least some of which I was pretty sure were fictional -- I had been a good deal more circumspect in describing any of my own experiences or fantasies. Though, come to think of it, I had mentioned once that I'd had a vasectomy years before. But she hadn't asked me about condoms, and it somehow hadn't even occurred to me. Was my tastes that obvious? Or were all females simply aware of this stuff about guys?

I arranged myself carefully and leaned forward again so the head of my cock plowed lightly up the length of her pussy, which was wetly wide open. She blinked and writhed a little, and her eyes never left my face. I did that twice more and then I allowed my impatient erection to glide slowly into her, never pausing until I was completely buried, with my cock pressing against her cervix. I pressed her knees back to her chest and hooked her ankles over my shoulders, leaning farther forward to fold her small form in half. Then I let my cock slide out of her cunt just as slowly as it had entered her, and immediately pushed inward again. Tina moaned and arched her neck, reaching up between her legs to sink her fingers in my hair. She was a very supple girl. I wondered. . . .

On the next partial withdrawal and thrust, I pushed her ankles down next to her ears. She took the hint and quickly, easily tucked them behind her head and crossed her ankles. It made her look even smaller. Then both of us looked down at her crotch to see my penis moving in and out of her wet, shining cunt. Her hands found her nipples, still red and very rigid, and she began tweaking them and rolling them between thumb and forefinger. Her lips were moving and I had to pay close attention to hear what she was saying.

"Oh, yes, oh, my, oh, God, oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, . . . ."

I kept moving in and out of her, trying to hold my pace and not let my own urges take control. I wanted this to last, for both of us. I didn't want to be compared in Tina's mind with those teenage boys she had mentioned so scornfully. So I kept at it, pulling out and pushing back in, speeding up only very gradually, and her breath became more and more ragged. Her eyes were tightly closed now, and a bright red flush had spread across her face and upper body. She finally became to whimper and her lips pulled back from her teeth, and I took that as my cue to accelerate the pace. I began moving faster and faster, thrusting into her cunt harder and deeper each time, until the tears appeared on her cheeks and her hands, buried again in my hair, began to shake.

When her climax hit, the feral sounds she made were enough to trigger my own orgasm, and I jerked and spasmed deep within her cunt, emptying my gonads and then some. Good thing for me I was shooting blanks.

I stayed pressed hard against her as my spasms declined, and then rolled slowly off. She carefully unfolded her legs and stretched them out straight. She turned her head to stare deep into my eyes and her shining face was truly beautiful. She reached for my hand and squeezed it hard.

"Oh, Tom, I had no idea! I've come before, lots of times, but never like that -- and never even with a guy! Oh, God, that's wonderful, you coming inside me like that. I could feel it, you know, your cum squirting out, I know I could feel it. And it felt so good!" She seemed to run out of words and just gazed lovingly at me. I felt a twinge of conscience -- I didn't want this girl developing a serious emotional attachment to me. Great sex was one thing, but I wasn't going to encourage her to fall in love with me. That would be disastrous all round.

But we would have to talk about that later, if it developed that we had to talk about it at all. It was much too peaceful and relaxing in my bed just then. I slipped my arm under Tina's shoulder and she snuggled right up to me with a happy sigh, still holding my hand, her knee angled over my thigh. My wife was an affectionate person, but she was the sort of sleeper who required her own space, and we didn't often fall asleep wound together like this. It was kind of nice, especially since Tina was almost purring as she dozed off.

I was having formless but very erotic dreams when I finally crawled back up into consciousness sometime in the early morning hours. Tina was quietly licking and kissing my abdomen and poking her wet little tongue into my belly button. Her hand was buried between my legs, gently and rhythmically squeezing my balls. What a wake-up call, I thought. She must have heard my eyes open because she glanced up at my face and smiled, and gave my testicles an extra squeeze. Then, as I stroked her hair, she shifted to my half-erect cock and began slowly masturbating me. God, she felt good.

I let my hand drift down her shoulder blades and I tugged lightly at her rib cage. She swung around on the bed, never releasing my hardening erection, so her curvy little ass was more convenient. My hand traced the swell of her hip and the flair of her firm buttock, and my forefinger traced a line from her tailbone down to her asshole. She made a sound in her throat and twitched a little closer.

Stretching just a little, I was able to ease my finger into her pussy from behind, getting it nice and wet in the juices that were already beginning to flow. After a minute of that, during which Tina took a tighter grip on my cock and experimented with pulling on it -- an exquisite sensation -- I let my finger move back up to her sphincter and began slowly working it into her. She cooperated, shifting a little farther to allow me access. And by the time my embedded finger reached the second joint, she was breathing a lot harder.

"Tina," I said in a low voice. She looked up. "Have you ever had a cock in your ass?"

"No. Do you want to, Tom?" Her eyes glowed. "Do you want to fuck my ass?"

"Absolutely. I'll try not to hurt you, okay?"

"Tom, I said you could do anything you wanted, remember? 'Cause it's exciting to let you do anything you like to me. If you want to fuck me in the ass, then that's what I want, too." She smiled and squeezed my cock.

My wife and I had done this a few times early in our marriage, but while she was willing to do it to please me (up to a point), I knew it caused her some discomfort and after awhile ass-fucking simply disappeared from our somewhat limited repertoire. But I often fantasized about it when I saw an especially luscious ass on a girl, so I was definitely looking forward to this.

I got up on my knees, place my bunched-up pillow in the middle of the bed, and arranged Tina across it with her lovely little bottom uppermost. I had no K-Y or anything, but there was a bottle of particularly slippery lotion on the floor beside the bed. I squeezed some of that into my hand and spread it liberally up and down her ass. She squirmed and wiggled her butt at me invitingly.

So I settled myself behind her and spread her thighs, noting the glistening moisture from her cunt and the way her buttocks quivered only slightly; there was certainly no fat on Tina. I lathered more of the lotion over my cock, which had become rigid with anticipation, and place the tip of it against the target. I leaned forward carefully and pushed into her as gently as I could, and she pushed back cooperatively. As my organ began to stretch her open, though, Tina buried her face in the sheets, bunched them up in her fists, and moaned.

I paused. "Am I hurting you, Tina?" I asked quietly.

"No. Yeah, but not much. But keep going, Tom. Fuck me, man. . . ."

So I resumed pushing, and in a minute or less, my cock was buried in her to the hilt. Looking down at myself, I thought about how incredibly arousing the view was, seeing my penis swallowed up by this young girl's rectum. The passage was tight and there was no end to it, and I could feel her rectal muscles squeezing me. It was far more than exciting than if Tina had been a tall, leggy fashion model.

Gripping her hips, I abruptly pushed harder and she moaned, but she pushed back against me and her buttocks were trembling. As I partially withdrew from her, I spread more of the lotion on myself and pushed back in. With the lotion and her natural moisture, the action was becoming easier, and I settled into a slow rhythm. Her face still buried in the sheet, Tina ran her hands up and down her sides and reached back to spread her cheeks for me.

Without thinking about it, I took them and crossed her wrists behind the small of her back, pinning them there with one hand.

"Ooooh, you got me," she chuckled breathlessly.

In for a dime, I thought, and buried my other hand in her bright hair, taking a handful and tugging her head back. At the same time, I thrust hard into her ass. Her throaty moan had an excited edge to it. I was careful not to hurt her, but I wanted to give her the illusion of erotic pain, and she responded to it in a way that probably surprised her.

I was speeding up now, my penis pulling halfway out and thrusting deep again, and Tina's back arched with each stroke. She was making rhythmic grunting noises and the counterthrust of her ass against my groin told me she was getting off on this fantasy as much as I was.

But I was determined that my climax would be dramatic. When I felt the forces gathering in my groin, I suddenly released her wrists and hair, withdrew from her, and flipped her quickly on her back. She was startled when I moved up to straddle her chest, jerking my engorged cock a couple times before erupting with great force. She immediately closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide as I covered her face with semen and shot half a cup of it down her throat. She coughed but grabbed my cock and fastened her lips around the head, sucking and swallowing for all she was worth, pausing to gasp for breath, then sucking again as I continued to jerk and come.

My arms, stiffly planted on either side of her head, were trembling in reaction to the violence of my orgasm. I hadn't come like that in years -- a combination, I thought, of the sheer novelty of my situation and a deeply erotic daydream fantastically fulfilled.

As we lay there catching our breath, I watched Tina watching me. She was smiling dreamily and seemed content to allow my semen to dry wherever it had landed.

"Wow," she said softly. "Un-fucking-believable. When you held my arms and my head back like that, it was so sexy I thought I was going to explode. I didn't even know I was into S-and-M! God, that was hot. *You* were hot, Tom, my god. . . ." She shook her head slowly and licked some of my come off her upper lip.

I hugged her close to me and, while I was at it, bit her earlobe just a little. She squeaked and giggled. "Tina, you're the hottest thing that's happened to me in a very long time. You're just an extraordinarily sexy girl -- there's no other way to say it. As I'm sure you've guessed by now, I have kind of a thing for small girls, young-looking girls, that's what turns me on. And you're a fantasy come true."

As I said it, I was aware that my confession wasn't entirely complimentary to her, but Tina decided to take it that way. She smiled and hugged me back.

"Tom, I wanted someone to teach me about lovemaking, an older guy who knew about this stuff, and I'm so glad I chose you. You're a terrific lover!" She patted my arm and snuggled up against me again. In another minute, she was asleep. In another two minutes, so was I.

I awoke automatically at six o'clock and remembered that we had to be at work at nine. I slipped out of bed to hit the bathroom, trying not to wake Tina, but her eyes immediately popped open and she yawned and stretched like a cat. Then she padded after me and watched with interest as I emptied my bladder. Then, before I could flush the toilet, she lowered the seat and plopped down and I listened to her own piss joining mine. And while she was there, she reached out and gave my penis a friendly squeeze. When she grinned up at me, I saw that there were numerous white flakes still stuck to her cheeks and forehead.

"Would you like to join me in a shower?" I asked as I turned the HOT handle to allow the water heater to do its thing. She didn't bother to answer but slipped through the shower curtain ahead of me and pulled the flexible head down to her level, rotating in the spray and letting it cascade off her head. I liked the way the water glistened on her firm body, the way the water ran in a stream off her nipples, which were stiffening again in the heat.

When she saw me waiting my turn, she stepped out from beneath the spray and pushed the shower head back up to my height. Then she took me by the arms and moved me under the water, picked up the soap from the dish, and began lathering my chest and stomach.

Being ministered to this way was delightful and Tina was obviously enjoying the role she had taken on herself. She soaped me up thoroughly, paying special attention to my cock and my balls, and rinsing me off carefully.

Then it was my turn and I knelt so I could reach all of her, covering her body in suds and being careful to remove all traces of my semen from her face. She set her hands on my shoulders and squeezed them when I ran the cloth over her nipples more than was strictly necessary. I would have liked to have spent an hour or two with her in the steam, but the library was calling and we eventually climbed out and toweled each other dry.

Back in the bedroom, I got out my shirt and slacks for the day while Tina went down to the guest room to gather up her own things. It was too bad she hadn't been able to bring a change of clothes with her, but she had apparently laid everything out neatly and her outfit looked like it would get her through one more day.

When she pulled on her bikini panties, though, and picked up her bra, she made a face. "I *hate* wearing used underwear."

"Then don't." She looked at me. "Don't wear underwear today," I repeated. "It isn't like you actually need it."

She gave me a devilish smirk and shucked her panties again. Then she pulled on her slacks -- she had to work at it a bit to get them over her bare hips -- and pulled her top over her head. Her nipples showed clearly and tantalizingly through the thin cotton. The library's patrons were in for a pleasant surprise today.

It was pretty quiet for a Saturday: Not many students with class projects, not many older couples bringing their grandchildren to the library, not many hobbyists reading the car repair manuals or studying the gardening manuals. Tina enjoyed herself immensely, wiggling her ass at the few guys her age who did show up and deliberately making her tits jiggle. They followed her covertly with their eyes, which obviously delighted her. My work partner that day was an older woman, a good reference librarian but blind to anything she wasn't actively thinking about, and she seemed not to notice the pages at all.

When I took my mid-morning coffee break back in the otherwise empty departmental office, Tina followed me to my cubicle. Glancing around to be sure we were truly alone, she shoved her shirt up to her collarbone, set her hands on my shoulders and leaned over me.

"Suck my tits," she whispered with a grin. I obliged, running my tongue around each of her nipples -- stiff as usual -- and sucking avidly on each in turn. She gave me a throaty hum of pleasure and reached down to squeeze my cock through my slacks. I gave her bottom a playful swat and she pulled her shirt down and she laughed as she went back to work.

The day passed more slowly than usual because I kept watching Tina out of the corner of my eye and thinking about the available possibilities for the rest of the weekend. Finally, it was five o'clock and we headed down to the garage again. I had unthinkingly parked near the elevator and just as I was unlocking the passenger-side door for her, a couple of department heads from other floors emerged.

"Get on the floor," I whispered to her urgently. "It would be better if you weren't seen." She obeyed, crouching on the mat in front of the seat as I went around to the driver's side and exchanged parting waves with my colleagues.

As we exited the garage ramp, Tina poked her head up and peered over the edge of the window. "Is it safe?" she said conspiratorially. Then she settled herself in and buckled up -- and then distracted me badly by again raising her top to expose her small, firm breasts. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes as she cupped them and pinched and pulled the nipples.

"God, I've soooooooo horny all day," she murmured. "Thinking about what we did last night and what we're going to do later. . . ."

I licked my lips and tried to concentrate on the sparse Saturday evening traffic. I was thinking about it, too. My god, what a blazing little bombshell she was!

When we arrived, Tina held out her hand for the key even before I had unbuckled my seatbelt, with the explanation that she really had to pee badly. I dropped it in her palm and she hopped out and jogged to the front door, opened it, and disappeared. By the time I got by briefcase together, locked the car, and went in, the toilet in the front hall bathroom had been flushed and Tina was posed naked in the entryway.

"If I can go without underwear at work, I figure I don't need any clothes at all at home, right?" She grinned at my lustful expression, swayed her way over to me, and reached her arms up around my neck. Then I was locked in a long, slow, soulful kiss filled with tongues and mashing lips. I let my hands drift up and down her smooth back, feeling the muscles shift as she ground herself against me. Finally, she leaned back in my arms and stared into my eyes.

"But I'm starved, so let's eat." She giggled at my expression and led me by the hand to the kitchen. "Feed me first -- then you can fuck me."

So we nuked something out of the freezer and ate on the sofa with Tina sprawled wantonly across my lap. It was difficult, trying to eat as her thighs opened and closed, giving me brief flashes of her clit. She knew exactly the effect she was having on me, of course. Tina was an extraordinary combination of knowing innocence and sexy sweetness, and I was enchanted with her. This couldn't go on forever, but while it did, I was going to grab it with both hands and no looking back. I could feel guilty later.

After we set our dishes aside, she leaned back in my arms and studied my face appraisingly. "I've been thinking, Tom. What you did last night, holding my arms while you fucked my ass, I really got off on that. It surprised me, because I didn't think I would even trust a guy enough to let him do something like that -- but I trust you, and I really liked it." She shifted position slightly, which centered my penis directly under her crotch. I could feel the heat through my slacks.

"I want to do something like that again. Could we?" She cocked her head. "Just like before, anything you want to do to me, you can do. You can even hurt me a little," she added, "if you don't hurt me too much." She shrugged. "You know what I mean! No lasting bruises or anything." Jesus, I thought. I couldn't have invented a fantasy situation like this in a million years.

I scooped her up and set on her feet. "First," I said, "why don't you take my clothes off?" She smiled as she unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off, then sank to her knees and began undoing my belt and lowering my zipper. Ten second later, I was standing in my living room naked as an eighteen-year-old cutie swabbed her tongue up and down my growing erection and stroked my testicles. I began to form an idea.

"You're not being enthusiastic enough," I said, and she looked up in surprise. "I think you need to be punished a little." And she squealed as I quickly stooped and picked her up. I sat back on the sofa and pulled Tina face down across my lap, gathering her wrists in one hand and pinning them behind her. She squirmed and struggled, but not too hard. But the first openhanded smack of my palm on her ass made her jerk and squawk. My cock was beneath her abdomen and I could feel her stomach fluttering against my erection.

The second smack was harder and louder, and she jerked again with a small cry. We both knew all she had to do was ask me to stop, and I would -- but she didn't, and I kept going. By the fourth blow, her quivering little ass was bright red and she was sobbing quietly. But she also managed to rub herself against my cock and she kept arching her back and twitching her bottom in a most alluring way.

Tina mumbled something and I paused. She snuffled and said again, "I'll be a good girl, Daddy, I promise." Damn, she really did know how my fantasies worked. I released her arms and helped her turn over and sit up in my lap. She made an "Ooo" sound at the tenderness of her bottom, then spread her thighs and peered between her legs. "You made my pussy all wet," she said in a little-girl voice, eyes wide and lips pursed.

"I guess we'll have to do something about that," I said, helping her settle astride my lap. She got up on her knees and reached down to steer my trembling erection into herself, then settled onto it with a sigh. She scooted closer, which pushed me all the way up inside her, filling her passage side to side and end to end. Then I squeezed her ass in my hands (she flinched a little) and pressed her to me even more. She put her head back and leaned her palms against my chest, humping me slowly and rhythmically. I moved my hands to her breasts, cupping and squeezing them as she had done herself in the car. She moaned softly and licked her lips.

We weren't in any hurry, but these things have a schedule of their own, and within a few minutes we were moving at a faster clip, Tina breathing hard as she lifted herself up and pushed back down. Even with the workout her cunt had been getting, she was still tight, fitting me as snug as a hot, wet glove.

After a few minutes, I doubled the speed and Tina caught her breath and held tightly to my arms as I jerked and filled her with semen once again. Then she collapsed against my chest with my cock still deep inside her. We sat like that for awhile, catching our breath and letting the sweat evaporate. My erection had shrunk, of course, but Tina was so tight it hadn't yet escaped. I rather liked that.

An hour later, we were in bed. It had been a long twenty-four hours and we both were tired, so we drifted off to sleep, me with my arms around her, Tina with her nose against my chest and one hand tucked between my thighs.

We slept in a bit the next morning and even Tina admitted to being a little stiff. This time, though, she held my cock for me as I relieved myself at the toilet and I wielded the tissue when she took her turn. That was certainly something I'd never done with my wife. Tina seemed to have a definite taste for the unusual -- what other people might consider peculiar, even warped. All this was as much an experiment for me as for her, though, and I was glad to have a willing lab partner.

Then we climbed into the shower with the knowledge that there was no need to hurry this morning. We took our time soaping each other up and giving full attention to cleaning each square inch of skin. We even sat on the tile floor of the shower stall with Tina's small feet in my lap as I carefully scrubbed each of her toes. She was obviously pleased with this sort of attention and repaid it by lying on her belly and pushing her face up between my legs, scrubbing my crotch industriously with her little pink tongue. When she sucked each of my balls into her mouth in turn and tucked one into each cheek, I could feel my own toes curl.

It didn't take long for the bathroom to fill with steam, which was even sexier than a shared hot shower itself. When we were standing again, we moved into a lengthy deep kiss accompanied by enthusiastic groping. Tina liked the feel of my hands moving over her body, squeezing her ass, lifting her up on the tips of her toes, mashing her full length against my body. She like straddling my thigh and rubbing her clit against me, gripping my cock tightly and trying to lift me by it, reaching around me to squeeze my ass and brush her fingertips over my asshole.

As we both knew we would, it didn't take long to reach full arousal. This time, I turned Tina to face the side wall of the shower and bent my knees so I could get into her cunt from the rear. As I slid into her, I stretched her arms out straight and leaned into her, pressing her against the warm, wet tile. She closed her eyes and let me do all the work, with only faint grunts at each thrust.

"Tina," I breathed into her ear, "I love the feel of your firm little ass pushing against me each time I push my cock into you." That got me an erotic moan and a wiggle. "Tell me what you feel," I said.

She licked her lips. Her cheek was mashed against the tile. "I feel your big, lovely cock filling me up," she gasped. "I feel like I'm crucified on this wall and your penis is a big, hard spike in my gut. It feels great. . . ."

I took longer this time for me to come -- no surprise -- and Tina was moaning and almost sobbing by the time I ejaculated. And she came right behind me. She nearly collapsed when I released her arms and I wrapped my arms around her to keep her from falling. When she had recovered herself, we rinsed off yet again, finally turned off the spray, and climbed shakily out of the stall. I'd dug out the large hotel-type towels this time and Tina looked fatally cute wrapped up in a length of terrycloth much bigger than she was. As I rubbed her briskly with the towel, I thought about how little time we probably had left together. As much as I wished I could keep her as a love-sex pet, I wasn't unaware of the reality of the situation. I knew Tina would have to find a place to go, and it would have to be soon. One of my friends might come by at any time -- worse, it might be one of my wife's friends. Her thoughts apparently were running in the same direction, and she looked thoughtful as she dried my feet.

"Tom, I think I'm gonna need to try calling home. Just to see what the situation is." I nodded and led her back to the bed, where there was a cordless on the side table. We lay back side by side, still naked, while she dialed the number. She waited silently as the other end picked up, I assumed to see who would answer before she said anything.

After a moment, she said "Mom? This is me. Is Dad still on the warpath? Oh, yeah?" She glanced up at me, smiled, and reached out to stroke my limp penis with two fingers. "I'm staying with a friend. Mom, it's none of your business -- sorry. 'Cause you might tell Dad. But anyway, it's not a boy, okay?" She winked at me. I could hear her mother's faint, pleading voice as Tina lifted the head of my cock and rubbed her thumb lightly over the tip. In the circumstances, this was becoming rather an erotic conversation.

"Okay, Mom, listen, I'll be home later. Tell Dad we can talk about all this -- if he'll just keep his hair on and remember that I'm eighteen now, okay? And believe me, I'm not *nearly* as wild as he seems to think I am. Okay, Mom -- love you. æBye."

She pushed the OFF button and sighed. "My Dad's going out of town this evening on a business trip for a few days. Mom says he's worried about me being away all weekend and he promised to try to hold his temper if I cam back. So I guess we'll see. And I guess I can go home later today sometime."

She looked up at me wistfully and stroked my thigh. "You know, it's really too bad I can't just stay here with you. If you weren't married, I mean. I could be your live-in housekeeper or something -- your whaddayacallit, your au pair. I could look after you and maybe go to college during the day, and you could fuck me at night. You wouldn't even have to pay me; it could be, like, an exchange of services."

Wow. That was a fantasy I hadn't even imagined. "Tina, I really, truly wish I could keep you. Being looked after by a sweet little girl like you would be very interesting, I expect." I sighed. "However---"

"Yeah, yeah, I know: Your wife probably wouldn't approve."

"No, I'm afraid she probably wouldn't." Too bad, too.

Tina was still gently stroking my leg and now she took my hand in hers and laid it on her own thigh. "But I don't have to go home yet, not for several hours still." She slowly spread her legs and moved my hand to her neatly trimmed pubic hair. "I want you to make love to me again, Tom. Nice and slow this, okay? I want to pretend I'm your -- your girl, that I live here all the time and we can make love whenever we want." She gave me a warm, lingering look.

I slid down to a reclining position and Tina followed, laying her head back to be kissed. So, of course, I kissed her, long and slow and warm, a lovely, romantic kiss that she could remember in her dreams. If I were eighteen, I thought, I'd sweep this girl off her feet and never look back. But then, from what she had said, if I were eighteen, she probably wouldn't be interested in me.

As the kiss went on, I stroked her body, allowing my hand to follow the curve of her shoulder, her narrow waist, the swell of her hip, around to the roundness of her ass, down to the firm smoothness of her thigh. She purred contentedly and shifted closer. I cupped my hand beneath her breast, lifting its fullness and tugging her stiffening nipple between my knuckles. She raised her leg and draped it over my thigh. Unbelievably, my cock was nearly hard again, pressing against Tina's stomach, and she wrapped one hand lightly around it while the other hand gently massaged my testicles. I slid my hand down her torso and let my middle finger curve up into her, grazing it across her clit as I slowly finger-fucked her.

As she had asked, we took our time, but after awhile I simply couldn't delay any longer. I carefully rolled on top of her -- no acrobatics this time -- and she raised her knees for me and guided my erection into herself. She wrapped her legs around my body and I began to move slowly into her and out again, in and out, trying not to go too fast too quickly. I kept looking deep into her eyes the whole time and she stared back into mine, blinking slowly and smiling affectionately.

I managed to keep it going a long time, slowing almost to a halt every time I felt the pressure begin to build. A sexual flush had spread across the whole of Tina's upper body, even brighter than during our first fuck. I found it intensely erotic because it showed that she was not just a passive participant -- not that I had any doubt of her completely involvement.

Finally, Tina let me know she was ready by hitching her crossed ankles a little higher and wrapping her arms around my neck. Just in case I hadn't gotten the message, she whispered "Make me come, Tom."

I increased the pace until the tingling behind my balls was nearly overwhelming. Suddenly, Tina was gasping and twitching, head thrown back, pelvis thrusting hard against me, and I erupted, pouring myself into her depths, groaning with the rush of effort. Never in my life had I produced so much semen in such a short period of time, and I was pretty sure I wouldn't be doing it again for a week or two.

As I fell breathlessly onto the bed beside her, Tina turned on her side and kissed my ear. "This has been the most exciting weekend of my life," she said. I shared the sentiment. And I had a feeling I was facing a lonely two weeks until my wife's return.

Did I feel guilty about the past two days? I thought about it, lying there with Tina's exhausted form pressed up close to mine. Well, it hadn't hurt anyone, had it? Not really. I couldn't think of any way my wife would ever hear about it, either -- assuming Tina herself didn't spill the beans, and I didn't believe she would. Okay, I knew this was all rationalization, but I couldn't make myself regret my two days with this willing young girl. Whatever happened as a result, . . . well, I'd deal with it if and when it became necessary. There was one thing, though.

"Tina, about us. . . ."

She touched my lips with her finger. "Please don't say it, Tom. No, I'm not going to stalk you and threaten your wife and boil your rabbit. Really, I won't. I promise." She stroked my cheek. "You're a very sweet guy, Tom, and you've done what I asked you to do -- you've taught me how to make love like an adult. Well, sort of," she added with a little laugh. "But I'm eighteen and you're, well, you're a lot older than me. I know we're not going to get married or anything bizarre like that. We're not going to have an affair, either, I guess. Not good for either of us, right?"

She sighed a little. "But that's okay, Tom. I like my job and I like working for you, and you like being a librarian, and if we went on with this, probably someone would get in trouble, eventually." She raised up on her elbow to look me in the eye. "But that doesn't mean I'm ever going to forget this weekend. I'm never going to forget the feel of your cock in my pussy and my ass." She trailed a fingertip down my nose and grinned. "And you'd better not forget it either, you hear?"

"Tina, I'm never going to be able to look at you without picturing you like this -- and that's perfect. We're going to be good friends, you know. Because I'm going to insist on it. You won't be a library page forever and I don't want to lose track of you. And that's my promise."

And she kissed me long and sweet, and I took her back to the real world.

Copyright 2002 by Michael K. Smith. Copies may be made and posted elsewhere for personal enjoyment, but all commercial rights are reserved.