'It was four weeks ago today that I met Tammy,' I said to myself, marveling at what that meeting had meant. Four weeks of unbridled pleasure. Four weeks and one day ago I was a mess. Now I woke up every morning looking forward to the day and went to sleep every night happily thinking about how much fun I had that day. Yeah I knew about the age difference. We were in Southern Utah. Mormon country and I still wasn't used to the sidelong glances, the obvious disapproval. But that was minor when compared to the fun we had.
I was packing up the van when I noticed that Tammy's backpack had fallen to the floor and spilled its contents across the back of the van. I reached over and set it upright. There was an ID of some kind lying on the floor. It wasn't a driver's license. I picked it up. It was a high school ID. Not a bad photo although she probably hated it. I looked at her smile and felt a warm glow. Then I noticed the grade, sophomore. What? And then the birthdate. I did some quick mental math, sixteen. Sixteen? Oh Shit! What school year was it? This Year. Oh my God. 'She's sixteen!' screamed in my mind.
I fell back against the wall of the van and stared at the card. Tammy walked up to the open side door and saw me and her backpack on the floor.
"What are you doing?" she asked in and alarmed tone.
"Nothing," I said distractedly. Then I looked up. Her face was flushed with anger. She thought I had opened her backpack and was pawing through it. "No," I said. "I didn't open it. When I came out it was lying there on the floor and the stuff had spilled out. I was going to pick it up."
"You shouldn't have touched it," she screamed.
"Tammy," my voice was quiet and dead of emotion. "Don't get mad at me. I didn't want to find this."
The anger faded from her face and was replaced by pain. Tears welled in her eyes and her chin quivered. "You shouldn't have looked," she said and turned away.
"Tammy." Her back was still turned. "Tammy," more insistently. She turned, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Please come here." She hesitated and then got in the van. She sat with her arms crossed on the other side softly crying.
"What are we going to do?"
"Nothing," she answered. "Nothing's changed."
"Yes, it has. I found out you didn't tell me the truth."
The tears quit as she asserted, "I had to. You would have left me there."
"I would have helped you. I wouldn't have just left you there. But I wouldn't have taken you half way across the country."
"Nothing's changed," she said.
"Yes it has." I looked at her. The tears were drying. "I know you're sixteen. That's different."
"What difference does that make? You didn't do anything wrong. I wanted to."
Leaning back I thought about what she had just said. She's right. What difference did it make? She had decided as she had every right to. Throughout history most women have been married and starting their families by her age. In many countries even today that is true. Why do we try to fool ourselves into believing that young women aren't women? They certainly don't believe it. All the pregnancies out of wedlock and other problems because we are trying to deny nature. And nature will not be denied. Women will chose just as they always have.
"But I could go to jail in this state. The law is an ass as the saying goes. That's the difference."
"Who's going to know?" she demanded.
"That's not the point. You're below the age of consent. It would be dangerous for me to continue having sex with you," I said.
"What's that?" she asked.
"Age of consent?" I asked. She nodded. "That is the age when a person can legally consent to have sex. Until then it is rape."
"That's stupid. I'm old enough," she said angrily.
"Yes. But it is the law," trying to speak quietly and calmly.
"So the age of consent is eighteen?" she asked.
"Well, in Utah and California and I think Arizona. Most of the states we've been in," I said.
"Nevada?" she asked.
"I'm pretty sure it's sixteen," I answered.
"We could go to Nevada and get married. Then it would be legal," she nearly shouted.
"No, you have to be eighteen to get married."
"What? I can have sex but not get married," she asked.
"Yep, it's crazy. But that is the way it is," I said.
"Mike, there has got to be some way..." she said her voice trailing away.
I was still in shock and didn't know what to say. I looked up at Tammy. Her face was flushed and I couldn't tell if it was anger or fear. Arguing sure wasn't a good idea. I said, "Listen sweetheart. We need to get on the road now. We can talk later." She wasn't happy and turned away. As she gathered up her backpack I threw the bags in the back of the van and climbed in the front. Tammy stood outside for a while with her back to the van. I waited. Finally she broke down and climbed in to the other front seat.
I drove west toward I15 in the stony silence. My intention was to head for LA. I just didn't see any other choice. Six hours of silence later we were approaching Las Vegas. I headed for the strip and pulled in to the Mandalay Bay.
"Tammy?" No answer. "Well, I'm going to stay here tonight. Will you join me?" She looked at me, paused and then opened her door and followed me into the hotel. I got a room up high overlooking the strip and the airport.
I stood at the window looking out over the vista. Tammy sat on the bed. With my back still turned I said, "I think love is being willing to talk about anything." I let her digest that for a second.
"Love isn't abandoning someone either," she said.
I turned. "I haven't abandoned you."
"You're going to."
"Why do you think that?"
"Because I'm too young." Her face lost its stony calm and anguish crept into it. "You think I'm too young."
I crossed the room and knelt in front of her. I took her hands in mine and gently kissed her. "Tammy. I don't think you're too young. I care for you. You know that."
The tears started again. "But why are you taking me back?"
"I haven't said you are going back."
"We're going back. I know that." She pulled away, threw herself down on the bed and buried her face in the pillows.
I lay on the bed behind her and took her in my arms. "Tammy. We need to talk about it. I haven't made up my mind." She turned and looked at me with a small ray of hope in her eyes. "I think you need to go back. But you have to agree. I can't force you."
"That's right you can't," as she pulled away.
"I know I can't. Now, please sit here by me and let's talk." She hesitated and then moved over next to me her defenses still spiky. I waited. She looked, challenging me with her eyes. I just waited. Finally, without either of us saying anything she conceded and relaxed.
"Okay," I said. "Let's put everything on the table." I listed all the reasons she should go back from me going to jail to her finishing school to her parent's probable anguish at her being gone without a trace.
She countered with her reasons for not going back, which tragically were nothing more than simple communication failures. No physical abuse and little more than the kinds of yelling matches that seem to crop up between teens and parents when real communication break down. What she couldn't accept was being apart from me. Finally I said, "Okay, here's my deal. If you promise to go back and finish school I promise that on your eighteenth birthday I'll be back in your life, if you still want me then."
"I love you. I'll always want you."
"Good. Then it isn't a problem to wait since you will love me then. Let's wait until then," I said.
"There's no question. But I don't see why we need to wait."
"I know you don't see a reason to wait. I can't do it any other way. Will you promise to go back and finish school and wait for me?" I held her gaze.
"Yes. I agree."
"Tomorrow I'll take you home. Even though I didn't know you were sixteen I think the police will want to arrest me."
"NO!"
"Yes. I think they will."
She looked determined. "Then I won't tell them who you are."
"They're going to put you under pressure and they know a lot of tricks to get people to talk. They'll try to convince you that I took advantage of you."
"You did." And she laughed. "And I'm so glad you did. Please take advantage of me again."
"Later." She was smiling again so I thought it was a good time to end. "Let's go get dinner."
That night as we lay in bed she rolled toward me. "This is our last night till I'm eighteen." She reached for me and started to fondle me.
I stopped her hand. "Sweetheart. We can't. I have some defense in that I didn't know. But now I know. I can't."
She moved her hand back and cupped my balls and slowly fondled them. "Mike. I promise one more thing. No matter what happens tonight I have total amnesia about it. Please. Show me that you do love me. I'll have to wait so long. Give me something to make me wait. And this is Nevada," she said rubbing my cock in the way she knew would drive me crazy. She kissed me on the lips and inserted her tongue.
My cock instantly sprang to full mast as she stroked it. I knew I shouldn't but my conscience faded as the blood pressure rose. I kissed her and then moved lower to kiss her neck. She moaned and lay back as my tongue traced down across her collarbone and the top few ribs and reached the base of her tit. I licked around her tit following a twisting pattern always closer to her nipple. I watched as her nipple hardened and rose. I reached it and licked and then took it into my mouth. Sucking and licking her nipple I fondled her other tit. I switched side and repeated it on her other nipple. I moved back and forth lapping her nipples and bringing her to higher pitch of arousal.
I have to admit that the forbidden aspect of our coupling was highly arousing. I kept thinking that she was sixteen. She was sweet sixteen. I put my tongue between her breasts and moved lower tickling her belly button and then continued on. At the top of her wispy triangle I paused and then traced around to the side and then down. I slid on by her labia and down to her thigh. She moaned and moved to contact my tongue with her lips. I avoided the touch and slithered down her thigh tickling along the inside down to her knee. Crossing to her other knee I worked back up until I was at the juncture of thigh and pubis. I saw moisture glistening along her crack. God she was getting turned on. I intended to continue teasing her for a little when she grabbed my head in both hands and pulled my mouth against her sex. She was pungent with the smell of aroused woman.
I buried my tongue in her pussy and grabbed her legs. I started licking along the length of her slit tasting her juices. When I moved across her clit she jumped. I wanted to give her a cum to remember for the next two years. I sucked her clit into my mouth and used my lips to stimulate the base of her clit while sucking and licking with my tongue. Tammy moaned her pleasure. I slid my finger into her vagina until I felt the spongy texture of her G spot and started massaging her G spot while continuing to suck and lick her clitoris. I wanted her to have a fast and furious cum.
Her head was thrown back against the bed and her arms were splayed wide while her fingers flexed and clawed the bed. Her mouth hung open and her breath shuddered between her moans of ecstasy. I reached up with my free hand and teased her nipple, rolling it around. The extra sensation was too much and Tammy screamed out, "Oh GOD! Oh God, Oh God... Uhhh Uhhh Uhhh. Now. I'm Cumming."
My face was flooded with her cum and I felt the spasms deep in her cunt as she went over the top and into a mind-blowing orgasm. Her hands wrapped around my head pulling my face hard against her pussy her fingers digging into the scalp. I sucked and licked for all I was worth as she bucked against my face. My nose was buried in her pubic hair and my mouth was filled with her pussy. Soon I realized I wasn't breathing and tried to pull back only to have her pull even harder. I quit licking and sucking and within a few seconds she relaxed and I was able to draw back and take a deep breath. 'Damn,' I thought. 'I guess that would be a good way to die but I'm glad it isn't today.'
Tammy collapsed, breasts heaving and sweat glistening on her body. I moved up next to her and took her in my arms. Her eyes opened and she pulled my head to hers and kissed me deeply licking her pussy juice off my face. "Um. I can see why you like to lick me."
"That's not the only reason," I said. "I like to watch you cum."
"Oh God, Mike. That was my hardest cum ever. It was just so intense. Everything you were doing just made it so intense. I don't think I'll be able to do anything I'm so sensitive now." A disappointed look must have crossed my face because she reached up and stroked my cheek. "Poor baby. Are you horney?" She reached down and found my distended prick. "Oh yes. I bet you are all backed up. Do you have cum you need to release?"
"Oh yes. I do," I answered.
"My pussy is too sensitive and I don't want to take it in my mouth." She paused but I could see some thought in her mind and the way she said that I knew she was teasing me. My mind raced. What is she thinking? We had done some mutual masturbation. Maybe that's it.
"Mike. You were the first man in my pussy. You were the first man in my mouth. I still have one place. Don't you think you should be the first one there?" She wanted me to fuck her in the ass! She had the smallest little ass I had ever seen. The time I had put my finger up her ass it had nearly been squeezed to death. What would it be like to have my cock up her tight hot back passage?
"Oh baby. I'm not sure we can. You're so small. It might hurt."
"I want it. I want you to fuck me. This is the last time we get to do it until I'm eighteen. I want to do everything with you. Please fuck me. Fuck me that way." Her hand was stroking my cock.
I jumped out of bed and grabbed some Vaseline from the bathroom. Tammy had rolled over and her ass was sticking up in the air. Her face was lust personified. She didn't look worried at all. She wanted to get fucked and she wanted it badly.
I got behind her and admired her little ass. She had a trim little butt that hadn't grown into mature womanhood yet. I thought, I should have noticed her ass before. It was a teen's butt. Not a mature woman. I spread the Vaseline around her asshole and between the cheeks. I grabbed a big dollop of the stuff and started to insert it into her tight little hole. Tammy moaned and said, "Yes. That feels good. I've wanted this Mike. I want you to fuck me. Please do it. Do me."
Her words energized me. Now I wanted to fuck her hard. I wanted to slam her ass and make her cum. I spread the Vaseline over my cock and then stuck one then two fingers up her ass. Her little brown hole opened up and clamped down on them. "Relax sweetie. You need to relax the muscles so I can." I felt her relax and my two fingers started moving easily in her ass. I inserted a third finger and I felt the muscles stretch even further open. I put my cock at the entrance to her ass and as I pulled my fingers out I slid my cock into the opening.
"Oh Jesus," Tammy moaned. "Oh stop." The head of my cock had just popped past the ring of her ass when I paused.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Wait." She rolled her ass around my cock and I felt the muscles of her sphincter relax again. "Hmm, that's better. It hurt for a second but now it feels good again. Oh God. I can't believe you are doing me this way."
As her muscles relaxed I started to push again. The feeling was incredible. My cock was sliding into her hot buttery asshole. It was tighter than anything I'd ever felt before. Her ass was squeezing my cock and I felt little rhythmic contractions along the length. I bottomed out and looked at Tammy's face. Her eyes were closed and she mouth was open.
"Oh Mike. Fuck me, please. I want it. Fuck my tight little ass." Hearing the hot dirty profanity coming from her sixteen-year-old mouth was too much. I pulled back and then slid home again. I grabbed her around the waist and sent my cock all the way in her ass. Her asshole practically peeled the skin off my cock it was so tight. I watched as her brown hole pushed in with each down stroke and then pulled out trying to keep my cock inside with each backstroke. I knew I wasn't going to last long. I was already turned on and now feeling this incredible hot and tight ass wrapped around my cock I felt the cum boiling in my balls. I could have cum right then but I tried to hold back. Christ, I didn't want to cum so soon. My first anal fuck with this beautiful young girl and oh Lord, I wanted it to last.
"Oh shit," Tammy screamed. "I'm cumming. Please cum in my ass. I want to feel you cum." So much for holding back. As soon as she said that I felt the first spasm deep in my balls.
"I'm cumming," I screamed. A powerful spasm shook my body as the first geyser of cum tore the length of my cock and spurted deep in Tammy's bowels. The hot cum boiled up and out as shot after shot of cum erupted and buried itself in her ass. I grabbed her hips to keep myself from falling as the most intense spasms I had ever felt shook my body.
"I feel it," she moaned. "I feel it. Oh God. Oh yes. Keep cumming. Yes yes yes. I'm cumming."
As the last small tremor of cumming coursed through me I fell back. My cock pulled out from her tight back passage with an audible pop. I looked and saw dribbles of frothy cum ringing her brown hole, which hadn't closed entirely. A dibble of cum ran down from her ass toward her pussy, which was wet with her cum.
Tammy collapsed on the bed. When we regained our senses Tammy snuggled up and said. "Thank you. I wanted you to be the first to do everything."
"Thank you," I said. "God, Tammy. I've always wanted to do that. I didn't know it would be like that."
"Was it good?" she asked.
"Good? It was incredible. You are the best lover." I kissed her.
"I thought I was doing it for you. I knew you wanted to and I wanted you to remember it the whole time we are apart. I wanted you to be thinking about it and wanting to do me again when I'm eighteen. Will you fuck me in the ass again when I'm eighteen?"
"Oh yes. I'll fuck you anytime you want. I promise."
She nuzzled in to my chest and kissed me. "I came too. I didn't think I would cum that way." We lay like that for a long time before we got cleaned up and fell into a deep sleep. My dreams were troubled. Wild scenes of unbridled sex were mixed with images of handcuffs and lawyers.
Copyright Rod O'Steele © 2005, 2007