In the morning, I was up first. It was almost eleven before the girls made their appearances. The sexuality of the previous night was gone. They were back to their usual selves, flirting but not too seriously. Their parents started showing up and by noon they were all gone, except Stacey. I fixed us lunch, then excused myself to go check on my house and change clothes. I came back a few hours later to find Stacey on the computer. “Hi,” I said.
“Hi,” she answered.
I waited to see if there were going to be any effects from the prior night, but Stacey said nothing. Off the hook. “What do you want for dinner?”
“I don’t know,” she said.
I took the easy way out. “You want to go out?”
Her eyes lit up, “Yeah. Can we go to the Cheesecake Factory?”
“Sure.” That’s not my favorite place, over-priced and under-quality, but what the hell. “We’ll go around six.” I left Stacey on the computer. I had seen she was in Myspace and looked to be IM’ing several people all at once. I don’t know how kids do that. More than one conversation at a time would have me dazed and confused.
When I was ready to go, I called Stacey. She came out in another outfit that was a killer. This one wasn’t short. The dress was long but slinky. It was sexy in a whole different way. “I’m ready for our date,” she said. 'Date?' Oh well. I held out my arm and she took it, looking pleased that I was cooperating.
Dinner was ordinary, at least I thought so. Stacey was quite pleased. There was a difference to her demeanor. It was much more controlled, not as silly as usual. She could have been a grown woman. The low cut dress enhanced that feeling. I found myself getting those electric sensations down south. I realized she was seducing me, but in the way a much older woman would have, subtly but unmistakably snaring me in her net.
I made it through dinner, but there was no doubt that little Stacey had plans for me. Once back at her place I made an excuse to go take a shower and disappeared into her mom’s room. Safe again. I did take a shower. I was on Jill’s bed thinking about her as I lay in her bed. It smelled faintly of woman since she hadn’t a chance to change the linens before she left. I liked it. I was lying on the bed, the lights low, and my cock growing as I thought of Jill naked in her bed when the door opened. Stacey entered wearing the same see through nighty she had on the night before. She saw me lying on the bed, naked, my cock half erect. Her eyes lit up, “Oh good.”
It was the last thing I wanted to hear. “Stacey, you get your butt out of here.”
She smiled. “I have to ask you something.”
“Tomorrow. Now get,” I ordered.
She came to the bed, standing so that the soft light highlighted her see through lingerie. “No, it has to be tonight. It’s the stories.”
I was confused. All the fake authority I was trying to muster vanished, “What stories?” I asked like a thirteen-year-old caught with a Playboy under his mattress.
“The stories you were reading on our computer,” she said.
Shit! As soon as she said stories I knew I hadn’t cleared the browser. All she had to do was hit Back and she would have been on the same stories. I was stuck. I looked up at her. She had that same look in her eyes that she had at dinner.
“How come those stories all had young girls and older men? Does that turn you on?” she asked me.
“Stacey, you shouldn’t read stories like that,” I temporized. Yes, it was weak as hell but I didn’t have much time to think.
“Those stories all were about girls my age and men your age. Does that turn you on? Do I turn you on?” she asked. Stacey crawled up on the bed, her nighty fell away exposing her breasts to my eyes. I stared. She smiled as she saw me stare. “Do you like them?” I didn’t say a thing. “I’m like those girls in the stories. I’ve never been with a man but I want to. Will you teach me, teacher?”
Holy crap. She hit every fantasy I had been having over the past 24 hours. My cock sprang back to full erection, bouncing with my heartbeat. I looked her in the eye. I had to know if she meant it. She met my look. I saw desire there, and a trace of nerves. But mostly desire. “Oh, Stacey.”
She smiled. “I didn’t give you that blow job I promised and I never welsh on a dare.” Her hand extended and wrapped around my cock for the second time. It still looked enormous in her small fingers. Her head bent down and she kissed the tip. She glanced up at me. I was watching intently as her lips opened and she slowly took the head of my cock into her hot wet mouth.
I groaned in pleasure. Stacey smiled. Then she took more of my cock in and started fucking my cock with her mouth and hand. She wasn’t accomplished, like I even cared. I knew that this was her first blow job and it felt even better knowing that. “Oh Stacey, that feels so good.” Her face lit up at the praise. “I want to kiss you,” I said. She looked surprised I think because she thought I would never stop her from giving me a blowjob. But I wasn’t a kid any more. I knew there was much more pleasure awaiting both of us, if we took it slowly. “Come here.”
Stacey crawled up until her head was even with mine. I pulled her down to kiss. I rolled her to the side and continued over onto her back. She looked so perfect as I ran my hands over her taut soft skin. Her diaphanous nighty was gone in a flash.
I kissed her as my hands softly caressed her body, teasing, inflaming her desire. When my fingers found the soft mounds of her breasts, she moaned in desire and pressed upward, saying without words, ‘touch them, touch me.’ I did, my fingers swirling around the base before caressing all of her breast. Her nipples stood up, hard and red. I bent down and took one into my mouth, sucking lightly while my tongue gently twirled around the distended bud. One hand caressed her other mound as I laved its twin. My free hand gently walked south over the bare white fields of her belly. I encountered the small forest guarding her treasure before plunging into the valley of her desire. She was wet with desire. My mouth found her twin orb, the Ashley to Mary-Kate. Stacey moaned as my finger slid over her pearl.
I looked up at her angelic face filled with lust and I knew this is what Eve would have looked like in the Garden: lust without sin; young and perfect. I had to taste of the Apple, the Apple of Knowledge, of Desire. Her thighs spread to welcome me. Her sex was open and wet, overwhelming in its freshness -- in its womanness. The first taste of her burned in its intensity. Like a man in from the desert, I feasted; licking, sucking, eating as though I had never tasted the fruit of Love before. Stacey’s moans set my soul afire. I wanted her, wanted her to explode with pleasure, wanted her to be mine.
Her breaths came in deeper gasps as a red flush crept over her. It was time to make her a woman. In a fluid motion, I left her open and ready and settled between her legs. My staff found her opening and before she was aware of the change it was no longer my tongue bringing her pleasure but my rod. I pressed, felt a slight resistance, and pressed again, helped by the sweet oils of her arousal. She flowered open, a slight yelp as I sank into her welcoming depths, hot and pulsing. Her eyes opened and looked at me as the knowledge filled her.
“I love you, Stacey,” I said. And I did.
Her hips moved under me, learning the feel of being filled, of being a woman. “I love you,” she said sultrily.
I kissed her as I began the ancient dance of lust. She was so close to her own pinnacle as I invaded her. Her body met mine, matched it, pleasured it, as it sought its own fulfillment. In short, we fucked in a languorous dance.
Quickly, she urged me on as faster and faster we fucked. She trembled under me, her fingers grasping at me and I knew I had brought her to the climax of desire. It brought forth my own and I emptied myself in her. I emptied body, mind, and soul into this lovely nymph. My mind fled as we collapsed together, touching before falling asleep.
I woke the next morning with Stacey in the bed next to me. Well, I had done it now. I got up and showered. She was still sleeping when I came back and dressed. Her mother was coming back today. How would I face her? First, I had to do something about the bed which reeked of sex. “Stacey. Stacey,” I said. She rolled over and saw me, smiled. “You need to get up and shower, Honey. Your mom is coming home today.”
She stretched languidly. God, she was beautiful, her body perfect and unblemished. “I love you, Tim,” she said.
I bent down and kissed her, happy. “I love you too, sweetheart.” I slapped her ass lightly, “Now, go shower so I can clean up.”
She gave me a little pout, quickly replaced by a beaming smile as she jumped up and, hips swaying sexily, went off to her shower. She watched me to make sure I watched her little performance as, of course, I did. I shook my head. What had I gotten myself into? I threw the sheets into the wash and put new ones on the bed. I went out and started breakfast, Stacey rolled out as the waffles were just ready.
“Waffles!” she beamed as she sat down at the table. I put the syrup on the table as I put the first waffle on her plate. She dug in with enthusiasm. I joined her with the second waffle. We laid that batch of dough low.
After breakfast, I gathered up my stuff. Stacey was on the computer. I stuck my head in. “Stacey, could you please erase the evidence.”
She laughed. “I already did. It served its purpose.”
“Yes,” I said. “I’m going home. Your mom should be home soon.”
“No.”
“Yes,” I said. She pouted. “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere,” I told her.
She smiled at that. “I love you, Tim”
I opened my arms and she jumped up into them. “Love you too, sweetie. I’m not sure what we did was right, but I’m glad we did it.”
She kissed me, then said, “Don’t worry. Tim. It was right because we both wanted it.”
I left her at the front door. I waved as I went into my place. I had no idea what would happen now but I was conflicted to say the least.
I looked up at her angelic face filled with lust and I knew this is what Eve would have looked like in the Garden: lust without sin; young and perfect. I had to taste of the Apple, the Apple of Knowledge, of Desire. Her thighs spread to welcome me. Her sex was open and wet, overwhelming in its freshness -- in its womanness. The first taste of her burned in its intensity. Like a man in from the desert, I feasted; licking, sucking, eating as though I had never tasted the fruit of Love before. Stacey’s moans set my soul afire. I wanted her, wanted her to explode with pleasure, wanted her to be mine. 