It was a little late for the door bell, after eight at night. My first thought was, ‘Who would be calling on me at this time?’ I went to the front and peeked around the window to see a young girl I didn’t recognize. She didn’t look dangerous so I opened the door, only to find three girls, not just one.
The girl in front, Emily, head down, immediately started reading from a piece of paper. I couldn’t understand a thing she said. “Hold it,” I said. She looked up and I did recognize her. She lived next door, just starting to be a cutie, but still too young I supposed. She was wearing a tight little top and I saw, for the first time, she had started to sprout with two significant protuberances under that shirt, not yet a mouthful.
“What were you saying?” I asked.
She gave me that teen eye roll, while the two girls with her giggled. “Do you have a lime, a packet of sugar, a slinky …”
Bingo: a scavenger hunt. I had heard the kids having a pool party at their house this afternoon. They must be doing a scavenger hunt now. I glanced at the two other girls, both Latino and had to be sisters. The older girl gave me a little look, seductive and yet not, like a girl who is just learning her feminine powers. The youngest girl was just smiling, out having fun.
“Come in,” I said, “and we’ll see what I have.” I led them out to the kitchen. The lime and sugar was easy. I forget now what the other thing was since I didn’t have it. The last was probably supposed to be the killer, a slinky. Who has a slinky anymore? Folks who never throw anything away, that’s who.
I told them to wait, the oldest girl still giving me that almost seductive look. Had she been just a bit older I would have been sure what it was, give it to me big boy, but she was just young enough I wasn’t sure.
Sure enough, in the closet and behind the printer that didn’t work anymore was a slinky. As I came back, I said, “Aha. You guys are going to win with this.” I held it out to the tall girl and said, “You have to promise to bring it back.” Her face turned serious and she nodded. “Hurry, so you can claim the win.”
The three of them clapped and started chattering as I held open the door. They took off running down the street, talking and laughing. Oh, to have that energy anymore. I stood there and watched the one girl, wondering how old she was. She certainly wasn’t a girl anymore whatever her age, not when she could give a look like that.
It was a half hour later when the doorbell ran again. Never did the door ring twice. I opened it to see the girl again. “I brought it back,” she said, holding out the slinky. She looked self-conscious.
“Come in,” I said.
She stepped inside and I closed the door. “Thanks for bringing it back.” She handed it to me. “Did you guys win?”
Happily she said, “Yeah, we were the only ones with a slinky.”
“Well, you owe me. I think a kiss would do.” I have no idea why I said that. It just popped into my mind and I said it before I thought about it. I often seem to do that. As soon as it was out and I couldn’t swallow the words, I thought, ‘STUPID! Wait till the neighbors find out you’re trying to seduce the girl.’
Her eyes opened wide and I hoped she wasn’t about to run out the door screaming. Then she looked bemused and surprised. “You want to kiss me?”
A reprieve? “Only if you want to. But yes, I’d like that.”
“Okay,” she said, looking both apprehensive and curious.
Throwing caution to the wind, I put a hand on her cheek and pulled her face to mine. Our lips met very gently, then pressed together. I pulled away. Her face was dreamy. I brought her face to mine again, this time pressing more, and kissed her well. My other hand went round her back and pulled her to me. She melted into my body pressing hard against me as we kissed. Damn, but this was already getting dangerous. I pulled back.
“Um, thank you,” I said.
She still had a dreamy look in her eyes.
I looked out the window to see if anyone was coming to look for her. She followed my glance and pulled herself away. In for a little, I thought, go for broke. “Can you come back later?” I asked.
“No, we’re going home,” she said and I could hear the disappointment.
“Tomorrow?”
She thought, then her eyes lit up and she nodded.
“Good,” I said. I opened the door and she was through it and running back to the neighbor’s. I didn’t even know her name.
I was up early the next day, my sleep being full of the unnamed girl. I cleaned up around the house and waited, playing on the computer, reading, and generally trying to take my mind off the girl.
It was almost ten when the bell rang. I opened it and she was standing there in a bright short summer dress, looking wonderful and full of youthful grace. She was smiling shyly. “Come in,” I invited.
She followed me into the living room.
“I don’t know your name,” I said.
“Teresa,” she answered. “What’s yours?”
“Mike.” The bright morning light gave me a better chance to see her. She had black lustrous hair, brown soulful eyes, skin just dark enough that it could be a tan, and a Castilian face. Her body was just blooming and her dress did little to hide it.
I held out my hand and she shyly took it. I pulled her to me. She melted right against me, no shyness this time. I bent down and we kissed. Teresa had certainly been thinking about it because she returned the kiss with her all. My arms went round her and pulled her against me. Her arms went round my neck and she pulled herself even harder against me.
I felt her sweet little body pressing in all the right places and my cock swelled in my shorts. It didn’t take her long to feel it and soon she was pressing her mons against the bulge in my shorts. As she rubbed herself against my hard cock, her kisses got a little ragged. Mine may have as well, as her nipples were also poking into my chest, and I was supremely aware of both, as well as her grinding against my cock.
One hand slid down to her ass and I pulled her harder against my groin. Teresa responded with another hard grind. Damn, I wanted her right now. The passion was overflowing. I pulled away. Her eyes opened, her face flushed with lust. “Teresa, I want to kiss you.” She looked a little confused. “I want to kiss you special places… places that will make you feel very good.”
There was no confusion in her face. She knew exactly what I meant and I knew those places wanted it. “I don’t want to get pregnant,” she said. “I don’t think I want to do everything.”
I noticed she didn’t say she didn’t want those special kisses. Her eyes said she wanted them.
“Teresa, I promise you won’t get pregnant, and I promise if you say no, I will stop. Kisses, special kisses,” I said.
I could see the struggle, but she was sexually charged and she nodded. I led her into my bedroom. She looked at the bed and hesitated. “I promise,” I said. “This is just so we can be comfortable.”
Standing beside the bed, I kissed her. Several kisses later, Teresa was caught up again. I reached behind her and unzipped her dress. She pulled back, a look of alarm on her face. “This is for the special kisses. I bent down and kissed her just exposed shoulder, then her neck and ear and below her ear, all of those special sensitive places. Teresa’s eyes closed and she moaned. I let the dress fall.
I trailed kisses down across her chest until I came to her small bra. Reaching behind her, I found the clasp. She looked down at me and I paused, but there was no alarm in her eyes, only desire. I unhooked the clasp and the bra sprung free. I pushed it off her shoulders, bent down and took one nipple between my lips, gently massaging it. Teresa let the bra fall to the floor and put her hands behind my head, pulling me to her breast.
I worshiped her two budding breasts, one then the other and back, until she was moaning in pleasure. Even as I was worshipping her breasts I threw off my clothes; a shirt and shorts were all I was wearing, hoping as I had been I would need to undress quickly.
Slipping my fingers into her panties, I slowly pushed them off her hips and down her thighs. At her knees, I let them go. Teresa shimmied, then flicked the panties off one foot. I led her to the bed. We lay together on the bed and started kissing again. Once again we were both caught up in the passion.
My hand trailed across her belly and found her legs spread inviting me on. I cupped her pussy and gently massaged her labia. Teresa moaned even as we kissed. One finger slid down between those lips and found her wet and hot. I broke the kiss and looked down at Teresa. Her eyes were closed and her face reflected the passion she was already caught up in.
Not wanting to break the moment, I scrambled between her legs while my finger diddled her. I pushed her legs wider and brought my tongue to her cleft. She tasted sweet and yet redolent of woman. Teresa moaned again as my tongue twitched her clitoris, then circled it and laved it, back and forth. She may never have experienced this before, but I could tell she knew what it was and loved it.
Licking down the length of her pussy I examined her opening. It was big enough for a finger easily. But there was a cruciform hymen around the opening, so there would be a little tearing if I dicked her. That was something to remember, just in case I got lucky. The finger slid in easily since she was juicing like crazy now. Her hips were bouncing around as I attacked her clitoris and fucked her with the finger pressing against the G spot.
Her face had that look, passionate and longing for release. She was ready if she’d ever be. So I slid up between her thighs until my cock was along her pussy. Her eyes flashed open.
“I don’t want to get pregnant,” she said.
I didn’t want to lose the momentum either so I slid my cock along her gash, making it wet and slippery while teasing her clit and pussy at the same time. “You won’t,” I said. “I’ve had a vasectomy.” She gave me that ‘What?’ look so I made the motion of scissors and said, “Snip, snip.”
As I slid my cock along her pussy this time, her eyes closed again and a look of pleasure replaced the worry. That was an assent as far as I was concerned. I moved my cock down to the opening and pressed it in just a little. I could feel her muscles resisting as I slid in, but then they relaxed as the head of my cock penetrated slowly. There was a momentary pull on the head as I breached her cherry, then I slid deeply into the girl.
“Ow,” Teresa cried out.
I stopped. She looked at me, concern on her face. “It’s over. Nothing left but the pleasure.” I slowly rocked my cock a little deeper. She must have begun to feel the pleasure because her eyes closed again as I slid ever deeper. Finally, I bottomed out and mashed against her clit. Rotating my hips, my cock buried to the hilt, Teresa moaned, “Yes.”
I smiled and began fucking her. What a magnificent feeling that was. Teresa was a small woman and her pussy was equally small. I could feel every muscle quiver around my cock as I pumped in and out.
Her eyes were closed and she looked lost in these incredible new sensations pouring into her body. The look of lust on her young and virginal face gave the experience a depraved feel that heightened my pleasure.
I began pumping in and out. Her pussy grasped so tightly that I knew that I couldn’t hold back for long. The pressure was already building in my balls, that feeling coming that I knew I wouldn’t be able to contain. I didn’t want to cum so soon, both for her and so that I could prolong this feeling. I started thinking about math problems, then baseball stats, and finally I thought about the least sexually attractive thing I could think of: Paris Hilton. Those crooked eyes, smirky stupid smile, and stick like body did the trick. I almost had to laugh to think of her as sensuous, but it did drive away my climax.
Looking at Teresa, I saw her head moving back and forth as her hands grasped convulsively at the sheets. She looked like she was getting close. Good. I wanted her first time to be something she could remember for the pleasure it brought, not the momentary pain. Now, I sped up not holding back, but trying to cum with the girl.
Each stroke into her tight little pussy bottomed out, mashing against her clitoris, pounding into her, filling her completely. She began gasping with each stroke, then chanting, “Yes… yes… yes…” The rumbling was building low in me and I knew it was about to strike when Teresa hit her peak, thrashing about below me, shouting incoherent groans and moans.
It was too much for me as well, as her tight sheath pulsed around my cock, pulling the cum from my balls. The first glob of white cum burst like a bomb, then, pulse after pulse, I emptied my balls into the girl until it was forced out of her little well and ran between us, frothing as it burbled from her pussy.
We slowed, moving together in completion, until we both went slack, drained by the furious energy of sex, and holding each other. It was done.
I never saw Teresa again. I sometimes wonder what happened to her. She had certainly come wanting experience. Had I gone too far? Maybe she had just wanted a little experience and had been overwhelmed into ‘going all the way’ when she didn’t really want that.
Maybe someone had seen her visit and told her parents who had forbidden further visits. Maybe she would have liked a return bout in the afternoon but couldn’t. I suspect I’ll never know.
Or had she gotten exactly what she desired, experience, and had gone on to boys her own age, now more confident and experienced. That wouldn’t surprise me at all. After all, she wouldn’t really want an older guy like me for a boyfriend. She’d want a boy her age she could show off to her girlfriends.
I tend to think it was this last, for she wasn’t shy even at the beginning, and once certain she wasn’t going to get pregnant, seemed all for it. I think I just hit the exact right moment when her curiosity and desire both hit her and she decided why not satisfy that urge. Whatever it was, I was sure she had never told anyone what had happened. That I’m still here is proof enough for that. Whenever I see a girl with lustrous black hair and those soulful eyes, a girl who is just emerging into womanhood, I see Teresa and I remember that afternoon.
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