I live in a fairly new neighborhood. The houses were built for families, targeting those who couldn’t really afford houses as big as they needed. This was before the real estate melt down. So the houses had small rooms, small yards, small garages, etc., allowing the builders to pack more of them into a small area. The development attracted young families interested in a house big enough for their 2.5 kids, and affordable. So what if the kid’s bedroom was really a big closet, they had their own room. The developers hit their mark and the whole thing sold out before they could even build all of the houses.
I was the only single man in the development. It hadn’t been intended that way. My wife and I bought the house with those 2.5 kids in mind. A driver too interested in texting on her cell phone changed all that. It was a horrible irony that her death left me emotionally crippled and financially wealthy. We had life insurance on the mortgage which paid off the balance. We had both bought maximum life policies, convertible to cash for college, in expectation of those kids, and knowing inflation would wipe out most of the value. Her work had life insurance on all managers, which she had become just months before. And last, the girl had been on a business call when she killed my wife, something which our attorney showed from the phone log. Her company quickly settled out of court. It was a hell of a dichotomy; how can you be unhappy over becoming wealthy? Easily, let me tell you.
I put the money into the Dow 30. Even with a 7% cash return, the other 5% percent return in growth would keep me ahead of inflation. I was living comfortably. I temped at the local high school and junior high just to keep from going crazy. No elementary school, thank you very much. I couldn’t handle that. I had a Master’s degree which qualified me for substitute teaching even without the credential. A teacher would call in sick and I’d get a call, “Could you take Mrs. Jones’ English classes today?”
“Sure,” I’d tell the school secretary. Then I’d call the teacher, who sometimes really was ill, and she’d tell me what to look out for. Most teachers had a lesson plan they kept in the room just in case. All I had to do was open the plan, check the day, and guide the students. I was well liked by the teachers because their classes always followed their plan. If they didn’t have a lesson plan, all the better. I’d spend an hour teaching the students how money works in the real world. I opened some eyes.
I had a secret for getting their attention. I showed up in my business suit, the kind I had to wear as a new Business School graduate. I’d write on the board, Tim O’Hara, MBA. I’d introduce myself with that professional demeanor we all learned how to fake in business school and those kids were quiet for the hour. I’d tell them to open their books and they were open. I’d ask a question and the students would try their best. I was an authority figure. What a laugh, if they only knew me. So I had taught many of the older kids in the neighborhood at one time or another. They knew me by name, but only as a teacher. Which is all lead-in to my story.
Jill Edmonds lived two doors down. She was a single mom through divorce. Her daughter had been in several classes I had taught and we had become speaking acquaintances when she told me how much Stacey, her daughter, liked my teaching.
“Tim, why don’t you teach full time?” she asked as we stood in front of the house watching the kids play ball in the street. The yards weren’t big enough.
“Two reasons. I have enough money and I don’t need to work full time. Second, I don’t have a credential and I can only sub.”
She smiled as she told me, “You know, the girls think you’re cute.”
“What?” I asked. I was surprised that teen girls would think I was cute. But then, I never did understand why my wife married me when she was so beautiful. Women are surprising.
That’s how it started. As a sub teacher, the girls in the neighborhood had a thing for me, so Jill was interested in knowing who this man was. Jill was like me, not knowing many people and not quite fitting in, being a single parent. So we would wave and talk; nothing else. But I did start watching. Okay, so I’m curious. I noticed that there was a group of five girls that always seemed to be hanging around together, usually at Jill’s. I'll admit it, I was a bit flattered that they thought I was cute, whatever the Hell that means to girls that age.
One day I ran into the group, along with Jill, at the Mall. They were in the food court and as I walked up the girls all chorused, “Hi, Mr. O’Hara.” I nodded, then Stacey turned to her Mom, “Can Mr. O’Hara eat with us?” Jill smiled and looked up at me with a question in her eyes. I considered saying no but the look in Jill’s face, almost pleading, made me relent. Jill looked relieved. I quickly learned why. The girls talked non-stop and I’m not sure they ever breathed. Jill had me to talk to. We had a conversation surrounded by the sound of girls laughing and talking. “Bobby is so cute…” “Oh gross…” “Caitlin is so into Jason…” all going on at once as we talked about nothing much. I did meet all the girls: Tara, Marissa, Holly, Ariel, as well as Stacey. The girls all seemed to be glancing at me while they talked about other things, looking away if I glanced back.
I recognized them all from class, but this was the first time I could put a name with a face. I began to notice the girls. They were vivacious and full of life. They were also quite cute in their young woman way, changing into women before my eyes. There is that stage where you can almost see the change. It is tremendously sexy once you notice it. I never had before. I’d always considered them ‘girls’ not women. The other thing that was surprising was when I realized that these young women were giving off sexual vibes. I began to realize that I had been mistaken. Children don’t give off sexual vibes. They were women, albeit young ones.
This was a bit of a revelation for me. I had always thought that girls this young would be children. Therefore, a man attracted to them was a pervert. It was a bit shocking to me to find that I was attracted to the girls, um, I mean young women. I examined the feeling and noted it was exactly the same as the attraction I felt with a twenty-year-old woman. I’d have to think about this.
Jill and I were interrupted by Stacey, “Mom, we’re going to the Gap.”
“Okay, I’ll meet you there in a few minutes.” Jill looked at me and smiled, “So, did you find them attractive?”
I could have bluffed but frankly, that isn’t like me. So I told her the truth. “Yes. I was surprised that I did. I never have before. I’d have thought of them as kids, not women. But they are women, and maybe a little bit still kids, but the woman part is really coming to the fore.”
Jill looked surprised. “I hadn’t expected honesty. I expected you’d dodge. But the girls were putting out vibes for you.”
“No reason to dodge. Those girls, excuse me, women, would make any man turn his head,” I said, avoiding her comment about the vibes I had noticed.
“Men,” exasperated, but she said it with a smile. “I guess us old women will never be able to compete.”
“You’re not old and it’s unbecoming to wheedle for compliments,” I said.
She laughed gaily, “Caught me. But I’m glad you don’t think of me as old.”
My relationship alarms went off. I wasn’t ready for a relationship. I wasn’t sure if I ever would be again. Once you have gone through that sort of pain you never want to again.
“Well, I’ll keep an eye on you, what with them having crushes on you.”
I started to protest when Jill rescued me, “I better be going or they'll buy out the mall.” We exchanged good-byes and she was gone. I watched her walk away. Her hips had a wonderful sway as she walked. Somebody else was putting out those vibes. I felt my body reacting. ‘Quit it,’ I scolded. It paid no attention. I had to sit at the table for some time until I could walk without being led by a tent in my slacks.
When I subbed at the local school, the girls now made it a point of staying after class to talk with me. They flirted, in their teen way. Not quite as direct as Jill had been, but their intentions were just as obvious.
Over the next months, Jill and I became friends. She’d watch my house when I was away on an overnight hike and I’d feed their cat and water the plants when they were away. We exchanged house keys. This was getting a bit complicated, being flirted with by Jill, her daughter, and friends. I kept it very low key on my part, not giving them a chance to up the intensity. We were casual friends.
So it wasn’t a big surprise when Jill called me one afternoon, a desperate tone in her voice. “Tim, I have to be in Boston tomorrow.”
“Saturday? No problem,” I said. I could watch her house. After all I didn’t have anything else to do.
“Hmm, yes, there is a problem.” There was a pause as I waited. She continued, “It’s a flying business trip and I’ll be back day after tomorrow…” Another pause.
I could tell she was trying to get to something. “Just say it, Jill,” I told her.
She laughed. “Mister honest and direct. Okay, I can’t take Stacey with me and I can’t leave her alone. Can you stay at my house until Sunday and watch Stacey?” She rushed through the explanation; I suspect trying to convince me before I could object. “Stacey won’t be any trouble. I have plenty of food in the fridge. I even have some good wine you could open, please?”
What could I do? I could tell she was in a spot. Without thinking about it, I said, “Good wine, huh? Sure, I’ll do it. Let me pack a few things and I’ll come over.”
“Tim, you are a life saver. I’ll call Stacey at school and tell her. She’ll be home around four. I’ll be gone by then. Thanks again. You are a sweetheart,” she gushed.
“Yeah, yeah. But you offered the wine and I’m taking you up on it,” I said.
Jill laughed. “There goes my best stuff.”
“There’s always a price to pay,” I said smugly. We hung up and I went to pack. Two days. Well, really a day and a half. Then I thought about it, I didn’t need to take much more than a toilet kit as I could come home to change. And a robe. I was a nudist at home but that wouldn’t work. I’d shock poor Stacey. I threw a few things in a travel bag, grabbed her key, and went down to their house. I realized I’d sleep in Jill’s bed, since the third bedroom had been turned into an office. I threw my stuff in Jill’s bathroom and went out to watch TV.
Jill came bursting through the door twenty minutes later. “Hi,” she called out as she rushed through the room.
I followed her at a normal pace. When I looked into her room, she already had the case open along with several drawers and was stuffing panties, bras, shoes, dresses and sundry things into it. It’s funny, I watched my wife pack many times and it wasn’t sexual at all. Watching another woman pack, seeing her ‘undies’ was erotic in some weird way. I noticed her bra, quite filmy and thought, ‘Wow, she doesn’t need much support if she can wear that.’ This made me picture her breasts under the sweater she was wearing. She didn’t notice a thing as she frantically packed.
When she was done, she closed the suitcase and took a last look around. She threw her arms around my neck and hugged me. Of course, I thought about those breasts she was pressing against me. They seemed quite firm.
“Thanks again, Tim. Let’s see, I told you about the food and wine…” she smiled as she said that. “Oh, the computer is in the office. It’s broadband and always on. No log on. I’m forgetting something… Oh well, I’ll call when I get to Boston.” Another hug which I cordially returned. She did have nice breasts. I grabbed her suitcase and lugged it to her car. She waved as she sped off. I hoped she wouldn’t get a ticket as I saw her speed around the corner.
I went in and found the computer in the office. In minutes, I was lost browsing the Internet. I was quickly convinced I needed to upgrade to broadband. ‘Damn, this thing is fast.’ I was still lost in sports virtual reality when I heard a voice.
“Mom?”
I glanced at my watch. After four. Must be Stacey. She was in for a surprise. “She’s not here,” I shouted. “It’s me. Tim.”
Stacey came in. “She left already?”
“So, she got hold of you?”
“No. She had to leave a note. I hoped she’d be here when I got home,” Stacey said.
“Sorry. You'll have to settle for me,” I said.
Stacey’s face took on a devilish look. “That’s not too bad. I think everyone will be happy.”
I was confused. “Everyone?”
“The party.”
“What party?” I asked even more confused.
“Didn’t she tell you?” Stacey asked. “The girls are coming over tonight. She had to tell you.”
“She did say she was forgetting something,” I offered. “Stacey, I don’t know…”
“We’ve just got to have the party.”
“I don’t know. It’s possible the other parents won’t want the girls to be here if I’m the only adult. They don’t even know me.” I didn’t add 'because I’m a man' as well. Better leave that alone.
“Mikeeeeeeeee,” she whined. “We’ve been planning this forever.” The forever was drawn out until it was stretched beyond comprehension. It was like how Southerners turn one syllable words into four syllable words; grits becomes gr-i-e-ts.
I laughed. “Okay. Call the other girls and have them get their parents' permission. As long as they say it’s okay, I don’t have a problem.”
Stacey looked dour for a moment, then her face lit up. “Cool,” as she headed for the phone. Obviously I hadn’t been a parent before or I would have realized my mistake; the wiggle room mistake. Stacey did exactly as I told her. She told the girls to make sure it was okay with their parents to come over. She didn’t mention that I was the supervising adult. She did tell the girls to bring their sexiest outfits and sleep wear. Oh yes, she hadn’t mentioned the sleep-over to me either. The girls knew something was up and pestered her over the phone, but Stacey only told them that it was a surprise.
About twenty minutes later, Stacey came back. “They all got permission.”
I girded my loins, “Okay.” A house full of adolescent girls. I could make it, maybe. Then I thought about the practical aspects. “Dinner?” I said mostly to myself.
“Mom was going to order pizza,” Stacey volunteered.
I didn't even wonder if Jill was really going to buy pizza or if I was being manuvered, that's how raw I was. That solved my problem and that was all I thought. I didn’t even think about the cost. My hermit existence meant, that with my substitute teacher salary, I didn’t spend half of the dividends I got anyway. I was reinvesting the other half back into the Dow. Money wasn’t a concern.
The girls started showing up around 5:30. I was back playing on the computer. I found out that Stacey met each girl, told them her surprise, and they went off to her room to change into their sexy outfit, the one she had told them to bring. She too, changed into her sexy outfit.
I was on an adult stories site, reading some of the stories. Normally, I avoided stories of adolescent girls as I avoided pedo coded stories. This afternoon, I found myself drawn to stories of young women. I was especially drawn to female authors writing of being that age, the age of Stacey and her friends. I found a story by Jo Anne about her first time playing strip poker with boys. It didn’t lead to sex, but it did include enough touching that the girls were all sticky with their own secretions and the boy’s ejaculations. I kept seeing the faces of Stacey, Marissa, Tara, Ariel, and Holly in my mind as I read the story. The common thread through all these stories was the same; girls are just as curious and horny as boys and at a younger age.
It was close to six when Stacey and the girls came into the back room. I quickly clicked back to Yahoo when I heard them coming down the hall. As they paraded in, I was struck by how sexy they looked. There wasn’t a lot of skin covered by their outfits. If the skirts were any shorter, I would have known immediately if they were wearing anything under. And the tops barely hung below their breasts. I will say they looked good in belly shirts because they didn’t have bellies. If a woman has a belly she shouldn’t wear a belly shirt. Nobody wants to see flab jiggling down the street. They modeled their outfits for a few moments as I stared. Then Stacey asked, “Are you going to order pizza?”
“Um, yeah. Tell you what. You guys decide what you want and call in the order. I can eat anything.”
They all jumped in excitement, like only a young woman can, and took off talking about what they wanted. I sat back to collect my thoughts and get my traitorous body under control. Damn, they were sexy in those outfits. I had no idea it was on purpose, of course, which made the impact all the more potent. I steeled myself for control and headed out to the front room where all the noise was concentrated.
When Stacey saw me, she burst out with, “Let’s watch a movie.” The girls heads all turned to look at me. Strange, how did they know I had just walked in?
Tara chimed in with, “Let’s watch The Notebook,” which was greeted with a chorus of approval.
Marissa held my eye and asked, “Will you watch the movie with us, Mr. O’Hara?”
“Um, sure. When’s the pizza supposed to be here?”
“Half hour,” Stacey said as she turned towards the TV. She hit the power button and the movie started to play. Even I was starting to suspect that this was a setup. It was confirmed a moment later when the girls all arranged themselves on the couch with one spot open in the center.
Holly patted the couch next to her, “Come sit here, Mr. O’Hara.”
I squeezed in between Stacy and Holly and they molded themselves to me. I was watching the movie but I was also keenly aware of the girls' bodies pressed against me. After a few minutes, Stacey got up to go to the kitchen and Marissa slid over next to me. A few minutes after that, it was Holly’s turn and Ariel took her place. Now I had two different girls pressed against me. I knew then, beyond doubt, that the whole thing was planned. It was too convenient.
When the pizza came, Stacey paused the movie as I went to pay for the pizza. The girls took the pizzas and colas to the front room and spread them on a small table. They were eating before I was done paying the deliveryman.
There was a space left for me on the couch. I considered moving to a chair but that seemed to be a large statement which would draw too much attention. I sat back on the couch. Immediately the two girls closest scooted next to me, their thighs pressed against mine, their breasts occasionally pressing into me. Coming on the heels of the reading I had been doing, my mind wandered into fantasy land. I imagined the girls all naked as we watched the movie. It was a bit maddening.
I wasn’t paying much attention to the movie any more. Instead, I found my attention riveted on the girls next to me. Marissa would partially turn towards me and rub her breasts against my arm. Tara would wait until I had my arm up on the back of the couch, then turn full towards me and lean in pressing her much smaller but pointy breasts into my side. Stacey, the most generously endowed of the girls, rubbed her soft breasts over my arm. Ariel was the most discreet or perhaps the shyest of the group as she seemed to hesitate too long and never quite made contact between her and me. This was frustrating, to expect but never to feel. I intermittently felt my cock growing. I saw that Stacey and Marissa definitely noticed. Stacey even had a suppressed smile when she noticed.
The girls were definitely playing a game with me. I suppose I had some obligation to stop the game. But my recent researches and discoveries led me to know that this game was appropriate for their age. They were at the age of discovery about sex and about their reactions to and control over sex. Altruistically, I knew I had more control than boys their age and wouldn’t hurt them or even pressure them beyond their limits. And I suppose, to be truthful, I liked the game as well. Isn’t it funny how often the altruistic impulses we follow align with our own interests? Maybe this would be the girls' exploration as the strip poker game had been Jo Anne’s first exploration at the same age.
The movie wound down, some tear jerker ending which had the girls streaming tears but left me unmoved as I hadn’t been paying enough attention. I think someone must have died. I stood up, which brought Stacey to her feet. “How about another movie?”
“You can watch, but one is my limit,” I said.
All eyes turned to Stacey. I almost laughed and asked her what the plan was now. But that would have been cruel to expose that I knew what had been happening. Stacey quickly looked at the girls. “How about a game?” I could feel the tension in the room rise as though there was about to be a lightening storm. The air fairly glowed with the electricity. “What kind of game?” I asked though my mind was already following the paths of the stories I had been reading not two hours before. Visions of strip poker filled my head. My God, I was going to see these girls get naked.
“Truth or dare,” she said. “No limits.” The girls all squirmed but there was no protest.
I had heard of Truth or Dare but had never played it. The rational part of my mind asserted itself and I decided caution was appropriate. “What are the rules?”
Stacey answered, “The first person asks a question of someone. They have to answer truthfully. If they refuse to answer, or if the majority doesn’t believe they answered it truthfully, then the asker gets to make them do a dare. If they do answer truthfully, they get to make the asker do a dare. After that, they get to ask someone a truth question and it goes around like that.”
I had never played Truth or Dare before but these rules seemed pretty biased towards making the participants do the dares. Someone was going to do a dare every round. “Hmm, if I answer a question truthfully but you don’t believe me I still have to do the dare?” I asked.
“Not just me, but if we vote on it, yes, you have to do a dare,” Stacey answered.
I didn’t bother asking about limits as she had said no limits. I wondered what the limits would be. I didn’t think these girls were really going to be no limits. In for a penny, in for a pound. “Okay,” I said as a collective gasp filled the room.
Stacey jumped up, pushing the chairs back to create a large circle on the carpet in the middle of the room. I joined the girls in the circle. “Pick a number between one and a hundred.”
The girls started rattling off their numbers. The highest had been 84 so I took 85. “It’s 28,” said Stacey. “Ariel wins.”
Ariel clapped. She looked around the circle, settled on her target, Holly. “Are you a virgin?”
Holly’s face turned a lovely shade of red. There was a rather long pause as all of us stared at her. “Yes,” she finally managed to squeak.
“Do we believe her?” Stacey asked. There were nods. “You get to make Ariel do a dare,” she said to Holly.
I realized quickly the key to the game was coming up with questions which would force the person to lie or not answer, otherwise it rebounded on the asker. No easy questions in this game.
“I dare you to kiss Mr. O’Hara. A real kiss,” she said. The silence was deafening as all looked at Ariel. She swallowed once, then got on her knees and crossed to me. I held still as she leaned in and kissed me softly. “A real kiss,” I heard Holly repeat. Ariel’s lips slowly parted taking mine with them. Her tongue gently teased, and we quickly were kissing. She may have been a novice, but she put her all into that kiss. I was rocked at the passion in it. We parted, both breathing heavily. I heard several “Wows.”
“Holly’s turn to ask a question,” Stacey said as Ariel returned to her spot. She kept looking at me and I couldn’t help but keep glancing her way. The other girls were watching the interchange between us.
Holly settled on Marissa and asked her, “Who do you want to have sex with?”
Marissa’s eyes involuntarily flicked to me, then down quickly. “No one,” she said quietly. There was a chorus of “No way,” and “Dare!”
Marissa looked around the circle finally settling on me with a pleading look. “I don’t even know you well but I don’t believe it,” I told her.
Which brought further calls of “Dare!”
Holly smiled as she dared Marissa, “I dare you to give Mr. O’Hara a real kiss.” Marissa smiled as she leaned in and we kissed. She wasn’t quite as passionate as Ariel had been but she put her all into it. I was getting some pretty good kisses.
In three more turns I had kissed every one of the girls. They started on a second round when I protested. “Hey, wait a minute. I never get to ask a question and every dare involves me. That isn’t fair.”
The girls exchanged looks. They liked how it was going but I could tell they were worried I’d quit. Small chance actually, but I wasn’t going to throw away my only leverage.
Stacey took over, “Okay. New rule. Not every challenge can include the same person. And we try to include everyone.” I nodded and the game continued.
It had been Holly’s turn and she had been about to dare Ariel. She looked at me, then back to Ariel. A devilish smile appeared. This was going to be good. Ariel started to look worried. “Ariel, I dare you to flash your breasts.”
“But I’m not wearing a bra,” she protested which was nice to know. Her protest was met with meaningful silence. She looked for support but none was forthcoming. The rest of the girls thought the dare was just dandy. She grabbed the bottom of her belly shirt and as quickly as she could flipped it up and back down. I hadn’t a chance to see anything.
“Doesn’t count,” Holly protested.
Stacey said. “I’ll count five seconds.”
Ariel pulled her top up again displaying her small pointy breasts. They were pretty, though quite small, capped with small rose colored areolas and hard nipples. Her cheeks quickly became the same color, a nice rosy hue. Stacey slowly counted to five. At five Ariel quickly pulled her top back down. I had been staring the whole time. They were lovely.
I didn’t protest not being called on as all the girls quickly made sure each girl showed me her tits, even Holly who was wearing a bra and was forced to remove it before the flash counted. It was back to Holly and I saw another smile as she looked at Tara. The game had become one of dares. The girls didn’t even pretend they needed to ask a question first. Holly dared Tara, “Take off your panties and hang them on the chandelier. No throwing or jumping.” All eyes went to the chandelier. I would have trouble reaching it. Tara looked around and knew she was caught. She slid her panties down, keeping her legs as close together as possible and I didn’t see anything of interest. She stood and went to the chandelier. She tried to hold the bottom of her skirt with one hand and the panties above her head with the other. No way was that going to work. She gave up and reached on tip toes which caused her skirt to ride up exposing her pussy, topped with a small triangle of blonde hair. She managed to get her panties on the chandelier with a small toss which no one complained about as she had met the real dare. She was blushing as she sat back down.
The game quickly went around the circle as I got to see each girl’s pussy. The chandelier looked like a panty Christmas tree. The air was heavy with the scent of sex when Holly, bright tricky Holly, remembered I was supposed to be asked a question too. And she knew the perfect one to ask. “Mr. O’Hara, which one of us would you like to have sex with the most?” I flashed on the Judgment of Paris and realized that no way was I going to insult four girls by picking one. I looked at Holly and she smiled back. The minx knew she had trapped me.
“I guess I’ll have to take the dare,” I said.
“I dare you to kiss Marissa,” she paused as I started to get up before continuing, “between the legs.”
My head whipped around to stare at Holly. She and Stacey gave me that look, ‘You can’t back down now.’ Well, I could back down. I turned to look at Marissa. Had she looked scared I would have ended the game right then. She looked eager and maybe a bit nervous, but not scared. In for a penny…
I leaned over and kissed her on the lips, pressing her back until she lay on the carpet. I settled between her legs, pushing them apart. Her hair was the same shiny black as on her head which contrasted violently with her pale skin. I smelled sex. Marissa was turned on. I kissed her which brought a gasp from one of the girls. The only question now was, how far should I go? I ran my tongue down into her depths which caused Marissa to moan. I teased her bringing my tongue up almost to her distended clitoris, then back away. Her hips bounced seeking the additional stimulus. The lights were low as the sun had set but there was enough light to see a small ring around her opening. She was a virgin so I wasn’t going to insert fingers or anything. I looked up to see Marissa’s eyes closed and her hands clenching. That decided me. I attacked her pussy with lips, tongue, and mouth. She quickly hit her climax, moaning, muscles clenching and relaxing as she hit her peak. I pulled away as she went slack, her breath coming in gasps.
Behind me I heard a voice, “Oh my, God.” The girls continued staring at Marissa as I sat back in the circle. They were squirming, not in discomfort, but in arousal. Tara pulled her hand from between her legs as I glanced at her.
“My turn to dare,” I announced. No one contradicted me as they were caught in their own fantasy at the moment. I had a raging hard on that wanted nothing more than to put into one of these women and be allowed to spend itself inside her. But I didn’t want to go beyond their comfort zone. They hadn’t indicated they were ready for that. “Tara,” she glanced at me and blushed. “I dare you to finish.” Ariel had been next to Marissa and hadn’t seen Tara playing with herself but Holly and Stacey had. They nodded, it’s in the game. Tara blushed furiously, but her hand went between her legs and under her skirt. “We can’t see if you are really doing the dare.”
“Oh God,” she said closing her eyes as she spread her legs, lying back as her hand began caressing her pussy. Marissa had recovered and was sitting up watching as well. Our hands touched and entwined. She moved close to me, leaning against me. I looked at her, her head came up and we kissed. She didn’t pull back when she tasted herself on my lips. Then we watched as Tara brought herself to a climax. The room dripped sexuality now.
When Tara recovered she had a look of payback on her face. “My turn. Stacey, suck Mr. O’Hara’s cock.” Once again, the girls had ratcheted up the intensity. I began to wonder where this would end. Would they really goad each other into going all the way? Was my aching cock going to find itself in a virgin’s channel this night? I wasn’t about to quit as my cock was largely in charge as well as achingly large.
Stacey came over, put a hand in the middle of my chest, and pushed me back. I looked at her face and saw anxiety there. But I also saw determination and curiosity. Like most girls her age she had been wondering what it was like to suck a man and now she was going to find out. Her fingers deftly undid my belt and zipper. I lifted hips as she pulled my pants down. My cock sprang up as it was freed and several of the girls gasped as it bounced against my belly. Stacey wrapped her hand around it. Her hand looked so small on it.
That’s when the phone rang. “Shit!” cried Stacey. She jumped up and ran to the phone. It quickly was apparent it was Jill. I stuffed my rapidly softening cock back in my pants. They talked for a few minutes, then Stacey called, “Mom wants to talk with you.”
I answered the phone. “Thanks.”
“What?” she asked confused.
“For not telling me about the party,” I said.
“Oh shit,” she said. “I forgot about the sleep over.”
“Sleep over?” I asked looking at Stacey who answered my accusative stare with an Angelic smile.
“Are they all there?” Jill asked.
“Yes,” I said. “Do you want me to send them home?” A chorus of groans filled the living room.
“No, you don’t need to do that. Do their parents know?”
“Stacey called them and got permission,” I said. I was watching the girls and I noticed some sheepish looks. Something was happening. I held the phone away from my ear and asked the girls, “You did get permission?” They all nodded. Back to the phone, “They’re confirming it.”
“I wonder,” she said. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, it’s fine. We had pizza and watched a movie.”
“Good. Tim, be careful,” Jill said.
“What?”
“Oh, don’t mind me. I’m just remembering when I was that age. Pay no attention. It’s late here and I have an early meeting. Tell Stacey I love her and tell the girls I said to behave.”
“See you Sunday,” I said.
The phone call had broken the air of sexuality that had filled the room. I for one was glad. The game had started getting out of hand. It had been out of hand. Shit, I had gone down on Marissa. Stacey was moments away from sucking my cock. That was way over the limits. Jill wouldn’t like that at all. I started feeling a bit worried.
Holly tried to get the game going again. “It’s Stacey’s dare.”
“I think that’s enough for tonight,” I said. There were some protests but I was adamant.
Stacey got that look that I was now assuming meant trouble. She smiled. “Kay. C’mon. Let’s go to my room.” The girls quickly followed her.
The conscience was bothering me now. It is one thing to know intellectually that girls this age are ready to experiment. It’s another to be an adult and get yourself involved... especially when you do it in front of witnesses. Stupid. I went to the computer room berating myself for my lack of control. It’s true I found myself in a situation that Saint Anthony would have succumbed to the Devils of temptation, but still…
I was scoping out the National League race, when I heard giggles in the hall. Stacey led a parade of girls into the room all decked out in their sexy sleepwear. My eyes bulged like I was a cartoon character. All that was needed was the sound effects, fwangggg!!!! If I thought the earlier outfits didn’t cover much, these covered less, and what they did cover was often see through anyway. Well, I had seen them all in the game, but there is something infinitely sexier when a woman is covered, but not really. I stared. They noticed and modeled for me.
“We’re ready… for bed,” Holly said in a breathless voice. Jesus, is it instinct that allows a woman to do that? Did she learn that from a movie? But I felt that invitation all the way to my toes. She might as well have just said, “Let’s fuck,” because that is the way it hit me.
I worked to get my composure back. “Okay. See you all in the morning.” I turned back to the computer knowing I would be lost if I kept looking at these girls.
Stacey was next, “I think you should kiss us goodnight.”
I knew that was not a good idea. Without even looking up I demurred, “I think not. You guys should hit the sack. Good night.”
I could feel the frustration in her voice, “Mr. O’Hara…”
I used the command voice that I would use in a classroom, “You guys go to bed. I’ll see you in the morning.”
I felt the air go out of them as they filed from the room. Stacey paused at the doorway. I didn’t look up. She huffed as she left. Hoo boy, I breathed a sigh of relief. I was staring at the computer but I was living what had happened earlier. Those girls were so sexy. They obviously wanted to explore. Why is it so wrong for me to help them learn? So they stay virgins? What chance is there of that really? I shook my head in frustration.
The problem is pretending these women are children. It doesn’t agree with reality. It’s like pretending gravity doesn’t exist. Anytime you pretend that the real isn’t real, you wind up in trouble. You can only solve problems by assessing them truthfully. No wonder we have an epidemic of teen pregnancies and STDs. The first step in solving any problem is correctly defining it. Until our society acknowledges these women as women and treats them accordingly, we’ll never solve these problems. Wrong definition of the problem will always lead to solutions which don’t work.
I heard the girls in the bathroom and waited until they had gone to Stacey’s room. I hurried down the hall to Jill’s bedroom and closed the door behind me. Safe. It took about three seconds for me to have my clothes off and my stiff cock in my hands lying on her bed. I started thinking about Jill. I pictured her here lying in her bed. But my mind quickly wandered back to Marissa, her sweet pussy that I had tasted tonight. I was taking her virginity, fucking her when I exploded. After I recovered, I went in and showered before falling into bed. I heard occasional laughing and shouts late into the night, but I was constrained from going to Stacey’s bedroom by that nagging conscience. I ignored it. It was long before I finally slept.
Copyright Rod O'Steele © 2006, 2007, 2011