From the moment I was six I felt sexy. And let me tell you it was hell, sheer hell, waiting to do something about it. -- Bette Davis
I opened the door to the refrigerator. ‘Shit,’ I thought. ‘Out of milk.’ I slammed the door closed. I couldn’t make cocoa tonight but it also meant no milk in the morning. ‘Shit.’ I shuffled off to my bedroom, throwing on jeans and a heavy cotton shirt against the night chill, stepped into my thongs, and headed off to town, five miles distant in the dark night. ‘Shit.’ I had to drive slowly on these roads as you never knew when a deer would bound into the road only to become hypnotized by the lights and ruin a perfectly good bumper.
The only thing open this late at night was the convenience store on the highway serving those unfortunate souls still driving up to the ski resorts or returning late at night to the city. I parked and shuffled into the store, found the milk, and grabbed chips, and beef jerky and peanuts… finally stopping the impulse purchases because my hands were full. The clerk put everything into a bag and I headed out. I saw the van parked over at the gas pumps. Then I heard voices, loud and getting louder. They stopped me. It sounded like two young feminine voices and a heavy basso shouting and cursing. I was about to head to my car, none of my business after all, when I heard a heavy meaty sound followed by a scream. I stood rooted for a second. My natural impulse was to turn and leave, but I couldn’t. I edged my way towards the van, right as the lights came on and the tires squealed as the van tore out onto the highway and disappeared. That’s when I saw two figures, one on the ground. I ran over and found two girls, both crying, one sitting and holding her face in her hands.
“You okay?” Yeah, looking back it was a stupid question. Obviously, they weren’t okay. But what the hell else do you say? The girl on the ground looked up. I could see her eye already red and puffy and knew what that heavy meaty sound had been. ‘Shit,’ I thought. I bent down and looked at the eye.
The girl on the ground looked up at me, saw me examining her eye, and said, “The asshole hit me.”
“Looks like it, all right. Can you see?”
She glanced around, then back at me, “Yeah,” fighting back the sobs.
I had time to look at her. She was a brunette, pretty face, age indeterminate but definitely she had the beginnings of a nice figure, unfortunately hidden by dirty torn clothes. I glanced around and didn’t see any bags. The other girl was still crying but softly now. She was also cute, definitely younger as she still hadn’t fully developed those curves, her breasts made small juts in her dress, which also looked old and dirty.
‘Shit,’ I thought. ‘This is turning into a hell of a night.’ “Who was the guy who hit you?”
“Dan,” she said in a venomous tone.
“Who’s Dan?” I asked.
“Just some guy,” she said.
“Okay,” I said stymied. “I’ll call the cops…”
“NO!” she interrupted me. “You call the cops and we’re gone.” I looked up at the younger girl and she looked frightened. Why was she frightened now and not before? It seemed to me that the guy was more frightening than the cops. ‘Shit.’ I needed to clean up my language, even if it was in my head.
“I can’t just leave you here,” I said more to myself.
“Won’t be the first time,” the girl said in disgust. “He just did.”
“It won’t be my first time,” I said firmly. “You hungry?”
I saw the younger girl’s eyes light up. The older said, “No.”
“Liar,” I said. Her eyes sparked. I laughed. “She’s hungry,” I said motioning to the standing girl with my eyes.
The girl looked up at the younger girl, then back at me. “Maybe we are.”
“Uh huh,” I said with a gentle laugh. “C’mon.” I helped the girl up. She resisted as I started to lead her to the car. “Now what’s the matter?”
The girl got a funny look on her face, then with a sneer said, “Sure. I get it. But you gotta feed us first.”
I led them to my car, picking up my bag of groceries that had been sitting there by the wall. At least I didn’t lose the milk. We piled into the car. In the enclosed space of the car I quickly noticed that they were rank as well as dirty. The air was too cold to open a window, so I turned the fan to high. As we drove back to my cabin I started asking questions. “Who was that guy?” A mumbled reply.
“Look, girls,” I said seriously. “Either talk to me or I’m taking you to the cops.” There was an explosion of sound from the back. “Fine. No cops. Then talk to me. Just tell me what the hell is going on.”
That broke the logjam. The older girl responded, “He was just a jerk that picked us up in Oklahoma.”
“What were you doing in Oklahoma?” I asked.
“Traveling,” she said.
“He picked you up?” I asked.
“Yeah, well, he said he was going to California. We never been to California so I asked if we could come along. Kar and me gave him a big smile and he said okay, but it was gas, grass, or ass. We didn’t have no money.”
“Kar?”
“Karen. I’m Meghan,” she said.
“Glad to meet you. I’m Mike. So where’s home?” I asked.
“We don’t have no home,” Meghan said defensively.
‘Shit.’ I thought. Good night for feeling that way. I pondered what she had said, and had left unsaid. Gas, grass or ass. No money. I was starting to think that Dan might not be my favorite person. “You sisters?”
“Yeah,” this time it was Karen. That was the first coherent words she had spoken. I smiled at her in the mirror and she smiled back. Meghan gave her a look.
“How old are you?”
“Thirteen,” Karen answered before Meghan could stop her. “Well, I am,” she told Meghan.
“Jesus,” I sighed.
“Don’t worry about it,” Meghan said.
“But that guy…” I started.
“He was an asshole,” Meghan interjected.
I shook my head. We were on the last little winding road to my cabin. A last turn and the cabin was in the headlights. “Here it is,” I said.
I clambered out of the car. The girls followed, slowly. “Come on, it’s cold.” They followed me into the back door. “Stay here,” I told them. I went off and found a couple of old shirts that would work like gowns for the girls and went back. “Okay, here’s the drill. Your clothes go into the washer. You both go into the shower through that door. You can wear these until yours are dry. Then dinner. And wash your hair,” I said.
Meghan held up the shirt, looked my way, and gave me that knowing sneer. “Come on, Karen. Let’s get clean for Mr. Mike,” she said. She started to pull her dress off over her head watching me all the while. I blushed when I saw her panties come into view. Embarrassed, I turned and fled to the kitchen. I heard Meghan laughing as I fled.
In a while, I heard the shower come on. I pulled open the freezer and examined the contents. There was a package of taquitos. I could have those ready in minutes. Not fine cuisine but I imagined the girls wouldn’t care. I threw a fry pan on the stove, added oil, and got it heating. I dug out some salsa cruda and put it on the table, poured a couple glasses of milk, and two plates.
By the time I heard, “Hey! Where are you,” and answered “In here,” the food was hot. I was putting the taquitos on the plates when the girls came in. They looked cute in the long shirts, and amazingly pretty all cleaned up.
Karen and Meghan sat down and started wolfing the food. They didn’t bother talking as they stuffed the food into their mouths, chewed, and stuffed more. I was flabbergasted at how quickly it disappeared. As the last two taquitos were being ground into their maws I said, “You guys were hungry.”
They exchanged a glance, then giggled, “Yeah, I guess we were. These are good.”
“Were good,” I corrected.
“Were good. Got any more?” Meghan asked.
“Nope. That was it. Do you need more food?” I asked.
“Nah. I just asked.” Meghan glanced at Karen. She looked back at me with that sneer she had perfected. “Okay, we’re ready. Just no anal with Karen.” She sat back looking at me.
I was struck dumb by the boldness of Meghan. I looked back and forth between the girls. Neither looked away. I knew that what Meghan had just offered was mine if I wanted it. That’s when I started feeling queasy. Frankly, if it was just Meghan, I maybe would have accepted. She wasn’t a girl any more, having undergone that special transformation to woman. But Karen was still a girl. “I’m not like that,” I said.
“Sure, no guy is,” Meghan said with that sneer. Now I knew why she had it. She had earned that sneer ‘traveling.’
I pointed up to the loft. “There are two beds up there. You guys can sleep there.”
A trace of doubt flitted across Meghan’s face. “Where you sleeping?”
I pointed down the hall. I stood and grabbed the plates putting them in the dishwasher. “See you in the morning.” I heard a gasp as I headed off down the hall to my room. In my room, I sat on my bed and listened. I heard talking for a while, then the lights went off downstairs. There was more talking from the loft. Finally, it was quiet. I lay back in my bed and wondered what had I gotten myself into…
Meghan studied me. “What do we have to pay?”
“I don’t need money,” I said.
“I know. When do we have to pay?” with that sneer.
I ignored the question and started breakfast. As fast as I could put pancakes on the table, they disappeared. About the fourth batch, and half a bottle of maple syrup, the girls finally hit the wall and I sat down to eat. The girls both looked much more relaxed with their bellies full. “So, how come Dan dumped you guys?”
Meghan eyed me, the suspicion returning. I kept eating, not staring but not looking away either. She relaxed a little. “The asshole wanted to butt fuck Karen.”
I nearly spit out a mouthful of pancakes. “He what?” I couldn’t believe that I had just heard those words come from Meghan.
“He wanted to butt fuck Karen. I told him no way. She’s too young for that,” Meghan said.
“No shit,” I muttered to myself.
Meghan nodded. “He could have been satisfied with regular fucking…”
“What?” I nearly screamed.
“Duh? We wanted to get to California. He wasn’t taking us for free. I said do me, but he’d already done me. But it was just wrong to ask Karen,” Meghan finished.
“He was having sex with both of you? You’re too young,” I said still wrestling with the idea that these two girls sitting at my table were both sexually active.
“So we started young. You think I’m the only fourteen-year-old having sex?” I shook my head. I know the statistics. I had just read some study done by a Dr. Danielle Ompad that found forty percent of teens had penetrative sex before their fourteenth birthday. To be faced with real live girls that were having sex was very different than the dry statistics of a report. “What are you going to do with us?”
I looked at Meghan and Karen. Their faces were guarded now. “I’m not going to turn you in,” I said. They relaxed.
“You got neighbors?” she asked.
“Across the lake,” I answered.
“Want company?” again with the sneer.
“Not that kind,” I said softly.
“You queer?”
I started to bristle, which was probably exactly what she intended, then I laughed. “No, but I’m not a pedophile either.
“Mike, I ain’t no kid and neither is Karen,” Meghan said.
“But I think you are. And that’s that,” I said. I could tell something was really bothering her. I look at her questioningly.
“I guess we’ll be leaving,” she said.
“Why?”
“Hell, you won’t let us earn our way. What else can we do?” she asked.
“Meghan, you don’t have to earn your way with me. I’m not throwing you out, unless you lie to me or steal from me.” I looked at both of them. “Do you understand? Don’t lie, don’t steal, and we’ll be fine.”
They nodded and exchanged a glance. “I really expected you to come up last night.” Her look had a question in it.
“Maybe you’ve just been hanging with the wrong kind of person,” I ventured.
“Sure,” I said smiling at her enthusiasm.
Turning to Meghan she said, “Come on.” She peeled off her shoes, dress, and panties and stood waiting for Meghan. Meghan gave me a smile when she noticed me staring at Karen. She also peeled out of her clothes and joined Karen at the end of the dock.
She looked back at me, watching me watch them. She had a knowing smile on her face. They were both attractive in that young female way, but I was entranced by her. Meghan was truly something, budding into womanhood, small breasts, small triangle of hair, curvy in the right places, but still young. She was the Goddess Hebe, the embodiment of youthful perfection, the moment when a girl becomes a woman. I tried to not look at Karen who was also undergoing her own transformation from child to woman, but I was too uncomfortable to stare at her as I did at Meghan.
“One, two, three,” they jumped together. What they didn’t know was that the lake was not too far removed from being snow melt. When they surfaced they both screamed, “It’s cold…” The water was only about six feet deep at the end of the dock so they could both touch bottom, but neither could stand. They clowned around for a while before swimming back towards the shore so that they could stand. I turned away, feeling a bit guilty for ogling them. I went in and grabbed two beach towels and took them out to the dock. I held them up, “Towels,” I said setting them by the ladder.
“Okay,” they shouted before Karen tried to dunk Meghan. I smiled and went back into the house. I sat in the main room, conflicted. I knew I should be taking them to someone, anyone, responsible for lost children. But they obviously were afraid for some reason of the authorities. I argued with myself for some time. But what kept coming back to the forefront was that picture of Meghan and Karen standing at the end of dock, looking back at me with those knowing smiles, the smile of a Goddess.
The girls came in awhile later, their hair wrapped in the towels, dressed in their old dresses. I couldn’t stand to see them in those rags a moment longer. “Come on.” I said.
Instant wariness. “Why?” Meghan asked.
“To get some lunch and then do some shopping,” I said smiling.
“Really?” Meghan asked. I nodded. Karen was looking to Meghan. She nodded.
Now Karen smiled, “Where?”
“How about Taco Bell?”
“Yeah,” they both agreed.
We hit the drive through, then ate on the way to Wal-Mart. I took them through the Wal-Mart, buying out the store. Combs, toothbrushes, clothes, bikinis, shoes, feminine needs, the whole kit. On the way back to the cabin, Karen was entranced looking at her clothes. I heard her quietly tell Meghan that they had never had so much. Meghan started to cry, softly and muffled, trying to hide it. I knew better than to say anything and pretended not to see or hear.
When we got back to the cabin, as the girls were unloading their booty, I stopped them. The wariness was instantly in Meghan’s face. “I’m only going to ask one thing… Please throw away those old dresses. I can’t stand the sight of them. Better yet, throw them in the burn pile.”
The wariness was replaced by a smile. “Sure.” I went into the house as they continued unloading. It was twenty minutes later when I heard them in the main room. “Mike…”
I went looking for them. They were wearing matching tops which I had talked them into. I stopped when I saw the looks on their faces. Holy Shit! Those faces were not the faces of children, their subtle smiles masked deeper meaning. This was the look of Eve, the look all women have used since time immemorial, the look that Adam wasn’t able to resist and none of his sons have ever been able to resist. I couldn’t talk, couldn’t utter a sound. Just as woman has entranced man forever, I was captivated by those eyes, the promise of those eyes, the sensual allure these two young Goddesses emanated.
“Do you like the clothes?” Meghan asked as she and Karen turned for my inspection.
Her voice broke the spell and I answered, “Um, yeah. You guys look great. You’re both very pretty.” Was that ever an understatement. Meghan smiled another alluring and knowing smile. I saw her eyes flick down to my shorts. I realized that there was a bulge there. She looked back into my eyes and smiled her knowing smile.
“C’mon Karen, let’s try on some of the other things,” she said leading her sister back upstairs. I heard giggling wafting down as if from Heaven. Trying to get control, I went over and turned on the TV. Anything to get my mind off the girls.
I was trying to concentrate on the program when I heard behind me, “Mike…”
I turned to see Meghan and Karen in nightgowns, or something like that. They covered, but just barely, and by covering they drew attention to those things just covered. I could imagine both girls naked, I wished both girls were naked which is the purpose of sexy clothes, to make men imagine the naked woman underneath. “What do you think?” Meghan asked.
‘I think you’re unbelievably sexy and I’d like to fuck you.’ But what I answered was, “Nice. Uh, very nice.” Meghan smiled again and pulled Karen back upstairs. More giggling. I sat there thinking, ‘Wait a minute. I’m the fucking adult here. I should be in control.’ But are men ever really in control when women use their wiles? My cock was once again tented in my shorts. I knew I had to get out. I went for a walk along the lake trying to clear my head. I tried, unsuccessfully, to get the image of those girls out of my head.
When I returned, Meghan and Karen were waiting on the dock. “Where’d you go?” Meghan asked. I caught a hint of worry in her voice.
“Just a walk. You guys were trying on clothes so I went for a walk,” I said.
“We wanted you to see them,” Karen said.
“Oh, sorry. I’ll get plenty of chances,” I said.
Karen and Meghan looked at each other. I realized I had maybe just made a promise, at least, they might see what I said as a promise. Was I really ready to make that sort of promise? I’d have to be careful. In order to gain some time to think I told them, “I have to work. You guys stay close to the cabin. Don’t wander off too far. It’s easy to get lost in these woods.”
“Okay,” Meghan and Karen agreed.
I went in and got on my computer. After checking Yahoo and answering e-mail, I started researching how old kids were when they first had sex. No two researchers had the same answer. It quickly became obvious that, just like adults, teens lie about sex. The more rigorous the study, the lower the age of first intercourse. Surveys tended to undercount the number and overstate the age. I found one study by CDC that was an in-depth study of kids. They found that the average age of first intercourse for girls was 13 years old. Forty percent or fifty percent, it still meant about half of the girls had their first intercourse when thirteen or earlier. Meghan and Karen were right in the middle of the bell curve if these studies were correct.
I read some first hand accounts of girls who started as young as eleven. Their feelings looking back were mixed as to whether or not they had a good experience. But hell, I think that’s true of all of us. The first time is rarely wonderful when two untutored tyros go at it. I was a lot older and my first time was a fiasco. I had sat down hoping to get an answer to my dilemma. Looking back, I was hoping to get confirmation of my cherished opinions that the girls were too young. Instead, it left me even more unsure than before. Reality said it was quite usual for girls their age to have sex.
Lost in thought, I wandered back out to the lake and saw them gloriously naked on the end of the dock. I know they saw me but didn't act like they had. They had been swimming again as they were naked and beautiful. Meghan turned to Karen and kissed her. I could tell she was watching me as well. I knew they were putting on a show for me, but what a show. They turned and started walking back towards the house, naked. I fled back into the house knowing how close I was to becoming, 'one of those guys.'
Dinner was quiet as I was still caught in my uncomfortable web of thoughts. I put in a movie afterwards and we watched it eating popcorn and the girls drinking sodas... me, coffee spiked with Baileys. I only half watched the movie, I’d seen it before, as I continued thinking about Meghan and Karen. I sent them off to bed after the movie and retired myself.
The lights had been off for a half hour or so, when I awoke suddenly. The bed was moving. I turned over. In the moonlight I could see Meghan crawling into my bed. She was under the covers when I said. “Hey!”
In a plaintive voice, Meghan asked. “Please don’t throw me out.”
“What?”
“Please don’t make me leave,” Meghan was begging. That voice.
Half awake, I couldn’t resist that voice. I rolled away. Silence, then a rustle as Meghan spooned from behind. I felt the warmth of a woman. She wasn’t wearing anything. Her skin seemed to burn mine with a cool unquenchable fire. I felt the hard buds of her nipples pressing into my back. Her arm lay over me, her hand resting lightly on my belly. When her hand moved lower, it found me erect. It curled around my cock, “Nice,” she said. “I’m glad you’re hard.” Her hand stroked my cock, softly and slowly. “Mike, please make love to me.” I was lost.
I rolled over. Meghan held onto my cock. “Are you sure?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said, "I like sex," her voice full of promise.
I bent forward and our lips touched, lightly, then harder. They parted and our tongues touched, intertwined. Her hand never stopped slowly stroking me. I cupped her tit, small but firm, her nipple, hard and erect, pierced the palm of my hand. I rubbed the bud. Meghan moaned into my mouth and pressed her chest forward grinding her tit into my hand. I broke the kiss, and pressed her back onto the bed so that I could lick and suck her hard nipple. She held my head against her chest and I laved her tits with tongue and lips, sucking and licking.
My free hand trailed down through her wispy triangle of fluff and found her cleft wet and hot. I could only imagine how sweet a young pussy like hers must taste. It overwhelmed me with desire to taste her. I bent down, pressing her thighs apart and brought my mouth to her pussy, redolent with the aroma of arousal. I was electrified by the bouquet of sex emanating from her. I lapped from the bottom to the top of her pussy, then around her distended bud. Her hips shuddered with desire, with need. I teased her, licking close then away. Her hips lurched, chasing the pleasure giving tongue, trying to bring it into direct contact with her clitoris. But it danced away, pressing close, then gone. Meghan was making huffing little noises, her hands curled in my hair holding me hard against her pussy.
My face was wet with her flowing juices when I pulled away, a disappointed moan from Meghan. I rose up, lined up my cock with her pussy and pressed forward, burying myself in her in one long smooth stroke. Meghan sighed as I filled her. Her legs went around me, pulling me tighter against her. Her pussy gripped my cock, pulling me inside, deeper. We kissed as I started fucking her with long deep strokes. In and out, repeated until we were both about to burst. She went first, her pussy spasming around my cock, sucking at it, trying to milk my cum into her. That pushed me over the edge, my balls boiled up, sending gobs of cum shooting down the length of my cock to splatter inside her, again and yet again, until she was full and overflowing, our juices running down her ass and pooling under her, our cum frothing at the entrance of her pussy.
I had to admit to myself that Meghan had the same desires as any woman who had been having sex regularly. Once you start it isn't easy to stop. Sex feels too good. I looked down at her innocent face and knew I would want to have sex with her as often as she wanted, and I hoped that would be often.
Meghan stirred next to me. Her eyes opened. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. I couldn’t help but stare at her body, so close to the perfection of the girl woman dichotomy. “Good morning,” I said.
She smiled and stretched her arms up over her head, causing her small tits to lay flat against her ribs, only the hard dark nipples sticking out. “Morning,” she said as she relaxed.
“How about some breakfast?”
She smiled, “I guess I earned it.”
“No. Please don’t say that,” I said. She looked surprised. “Meghan please, I don’t want to think that last night was a payment. I hope you did it because you wanted to be with me, not because you thought you had to be.”
Her face softened. “Do you really mean that?” I nodded. I could tell she was struggling with something. “I’m sorry. Maybe you are different. Yeah, I wanted to. Buy I guess I still thought I owed you.”
“Meghan, you never will owe me sex. If you want to share it with me, that’s one thing, but you’ll never owe me.” I took her hand in mine. “Promise?”
She nodded. “Karen sure wants to.”
“What?” I asked shocked.
“She said she wanted to come last night but I thought I should, you know, 'cause I know more.”
“She’s only thirteen,” I said flabbergasted.
“So. I’m fourteen and you didn’t seem to mind,” she said smiling.
“She’s still a girl. At least, you’re a woman,” I said.
She laughed a weary laugh. “Mike, don’t you think thirteen-year-old girls are screwing?” I didn’t need to answer. I knew the answer from my research. Meghan continued, “Lots of girls are. She ain’t no virgin. How do you think we got by with no money?”
“I can’t Meghan. I mean, I feel a little guilty about last night. Karen would make me blow my brains out,” I argued.
Meghan made me look her in the eye and quietly said, “Was I too young? Was I? I think you liked it plenty.” She could tell from my face that I had. “So, I wasn’t too young.”
I felt an irrational anger boiling up inside me. I knew where she was going next and I wasn’t going to have a good answer. She was pushing me into a corner. I reacted irrationally, as I had to since I was caught in an irrational contradiction. Society defined Meghan as a child. Society wanted to pretend she wasn’t a woman in order to prevent her from having sex. But sex can’t be stopped by ignoring or contradicting reality. She had proven that she was a woman. And by example, she had shown that her sister was a woman as well. Caught between the horns of the ingrained irrational norms and reality, I exploded. “Enough, I don’t want to talk about Karen,” and stomped out of the room. I went into my office and locked the door behind me.
I brooded while the anger slowly drained away. Then I started to feel a trifle regretful. Then, as the full extent of my foolishness began to dawn, I began to feel like I owed somebody an apology. I was also quite hungry.
The girls were on the dock in their bikinis. They were sunning themselves. “You guys hungry?” I shouted.
Two heads popped up. Karen smiled, “Yeah!” Meghan said nothing. Karen grabbed her blanket and came hurrying up the dock. Meghan followed.
As Meghan approached she looked down. “Meghan. Please wait.” She stopped. I waited until she looked up. “I owe you an apology for my behavior. I was wrong to yell. In fact, I figured out I was wrong entirely. I guess that’s what made me mad, to have a fourteen-year-old smarter than me.” I smiled.
She started bawling as suddenly as a summer thunderstorm and almost as wet. I grabbed her and pulled her into my arms. “Please, don’t cry. I already feel badly enough.” I stroked her hair and tried to comfort her. The crying slowed, then turned into sniffles.
“Why are you apologizing?” she asked.
“Because I was wrong, and you were right. I yelled at you because you were making me face the truth and it wasn’t very comfortable for me. It wasn’t you I was yelling at. It was the fight inside me. Does that make sense?” I asked. She shook her head. I had to laugh. “Well, you’re probably too smart to outsmart yourself like I do. Just take my word, I was wrong and I shouldn’t have yelled at you. Friends?”
“Yeah.”
“Let’s have some breakfast, I mean, lunch.” I put my arm around her and walked into the house.
Lunch was subdued but I did manage to get Meghan to start smiling. Karen was watching and when she saw Meghan begin to smile she opened up and was soon smiling as well. After lunch, I dug my old canoe out of the shed and dragged it into the lake. I showed the girls how to use it. They only tipped it over twice. I had been worried about letting them in the lake until I saw them after the canoe tipped the second time. They could swim like otters. I showed them how not to tip it and how to fix it once they tipped it. They were pretty much naturals in the water. I’d have to find out sometime how come.
That night, Meghan slipped into my bed not long after the lights were out. To tell the truth, I had been hoping she would, fearing she wouldn’t.
“Mike?” Is this okay?” she asked.
I wrapped her in my arms. “It’s more than okay. I was hoping you would be here tonight.”
I felt her let out a sigh. “You want me to be here?”
“Yes, I do. I still feel like I shouldn’t want it, but I most surely do want you with me,” I said.
“So I can be your fuck toy?” she asked.
“Meghan! Where did you hear that? Oh, never mind.” I was pretty sure I didn’t want to know where she learned that.
“Mike, it’s not bad, having two girls as your toys, especially if they want to be,” Meghan said.
“Sweetie, you’re not just a fuck toy to me. I wouldn’t want you here if that’s all it was.”
“Okay,” she said as she snuggled into my arms, pressing her naked body against mine. “Remember, if you want us as your toys, we’d love to be.” The inevitable happened. “Hmmm, somebody is interested.”
Tonight was different. Last night had been unexpected and I had been half asleep when she came to me. Tonight, I was jumping with the expectation of making love to Meghan. I couldn’t claim that I had been tricked or didn’t know what was happening. I knew and wanted it. I had been thinking about it all day. “Somebody is very interested,” I said pulling her face to mine. I kissed her. Halfway through the kiss, the dynamics changed. Meghan pushed me onto my back. She became the aggressor. She broke the kiss and looked down at me, a feral smile on her face, hunger.
Her hand wrapped around my cock, stroked it. “What do I have here?” she asked. Then she bent down and licked the tip before taking it in her mouth. Her eyes held mine, a devilish smile in them as she sucked my cock. God, but she was good. Her hand stroked my cock as she bobbed on it. My eyes closed as I lost myself in the incredible blow job.
It stopped. I clawed back from the paradise where I had been wondering why had the feeling had stopped. “Huh?” I mumbled as I opened my eyes.
Meghan was giving me a knowing smile. “I told you you could do me.”
Confused and the brain not functioning too well on a low blood flow, I asked, “What?”
“I said you could do me in the butt. Guys seem to like that,” she said.
“No, no, please keep doing what you were,” I said with a tinge of desperation in my voice. God, men are to be pitied. We are so easy.
Meghan laughed, understanding that she controlled me completely at that moment. “Is this what you want?” she asked huskily as her lips found the tip of my cock, sucking it.
“Yes,” I said. Her head plunged down my shaft taking me deeply into her mouth.
I felt my balls pull up against me. I knew I would cum soon as Meghan plunged and retreated on my cock, her hand stroking it and she sucked and licked. I felt it coming, the ache, then the release. My balls erupted and sent my cum boiling up into Meghan’s sucking mouth. She had pulled back until only the tip remained between her lips, but her hand continued jacking my cock. Blast after blast erupted from me as she sucked and swallowed. My hips trembled with the need and the draining release as the tremors slowed, then stopped.
Meghan ran her hand up my cock one last time, emptying it as she sucked the last drops of my cum. She pulled back from my deflating cock, licked her lips and smiled.
“Oh my God,” was all I could say.
“Did you like it?” she asked already knowing the answer.
“Meghan, that was incredible.”
She came up and lay beside me, curling into my side. I wrapped my arm around her, holding her close. I was physically drained. Within minutes, I had fallen asleep holding Meghan, dreaming pleasant dreams.
Of course Karen had to know about Meghan and me but somehow it felt more right to pretend. A couple of nights later, after a draining bout of sex, with obvious trepidation Meghan again asked about Karen. “Please don’t get mad,” she pleaded.
I laughed. “No, no. I won’t get mad again. Sweetie, you need to understand. Maybe intellectually I get it, that Karen is old enough, just like you are. But emotionally, when I think she is thirteen, I just don’t feel that way. I can’t do it.”
“Oh,” Meghan said. "But do you like to look at her when she's naked?"
"Good Lord, yes," I said. "Meghan, I'm not blind. She's beautiful. I can see her beautiful tits and yes I'd love to touch them. But... I know how young she is and it just feels wrong to me. Does that make sense?" I asked.
Meghan shook her head, "Nope."
I knew I had lost again. I let it go. Soon, we were asleep and the conversation forgotten, by me.
“What?” I asked Meghan.
She motioned us outside. “You hurt her feelings.”
“By telling her she’s pretty?”
“By not meaning it,” she said.
“But I did mean it. She is pretty,” I said.
“You won’t kiss her,” Meghan said accusatively. “You don’t touch her like you do me. She sees that. She sees you touching me when we’re fixing dinner. She thinks she’s ugly.”
“But I don’t,” I said desperately.
“Prove it,” Meghan said. “Kiss her. Touch her like you do me. Don’t pull back like she’s got cooties.”
“But I can’t…”
“Then don’t expect her not to cry,” Meghan said as she went back into the cabin.
After dinner that night I asked the girls if they wanted to watch a movie. They chorused a yes. Usually I would make popcorn and sit in my chair while they shared the couch. Tonight, I sat in the middle of the couch with the popcorn on my lap. I held open my arms. Karen looked at Meghan who smiled in return. She snuggled into one side. Karen delayed a moment, then snuggled into the other. I hugged both girls as the movie started. Quickly, we were all engrossed in the movie.
It was an HBO teen comedy that actually turned out to be not half bad. I was able to enjoy it myself and the girls were laughing like crazy. Half way through, there was a romantic interlude. Karen was engrossed. I thought it a little cheesy. Meghan was rapt as well. As the scene changed I asked, “Was that sexy?” Karen looked up at me, her eyes reflecting the passion she felt, “Yeah.”
I don’t know why, exactly, but all that had happened that day must have made me… I bent forward and our lips met, briefly. I think Karen was a bit shocked. But she didn’t pull away. I started to pull back when her hand went round my neck and pulled me back for another kiss. This one wasn’t in the least chaste. Her lips parted and her tongue darted into my mouth, seeking mine, chasing and darting in the dance of lust. I was surprised at the intensity of that kiss. This girl had some practice. Finally, she released me. I pulled away. She smiled, then turned back to the movie, a big smile on her face. I looked over at Meghan who winked. Karen and Meghan both snuggled even closer. We finished the movie and the girls both said they were off to bed. I could hear the whispers upstairs as I cleaned up the kitchen. It was quiet as I headed off to bed.
A few minutes later the familiar footsteps came down the hall. I have to admit, Karen’s kiss had affected me and I was looking forward to Meghan’s appearance so that I could release the pent up energy. I lay back as the covers rose and a body got under them. I turned towards Meghan and took her in my arms. We kissed, but something indefinable was different. I pulled away. “Meghan?”
A quiet voice, “No.”
“Karen?”
“Yes. Please don’t send me away. Please, please, please,” she begged.
I hesitated, back on the horns of that dilemma. Karen took the hesitation as permission and scooted closer. As I had been waiting for Meghan and that thought had been, well, energizing me, I had a most formidable erection. Karen bumped into it as she scooted closer. “Oh” she said, her hand unerringly finding it. She wrapped her small hand around it, and stroked up and down. "Meaghan said you had a nice cock," as her hand continued stroking. Suffice it to say, at that point, all rational thought was suspended by the delightful feeling now coursing outward from my genitals. In short, Karen looked up, I looked down, and we kissed.
We kissed, slowly and affectionately. I wanted her to feel more than desire. I wanted her to feel affection, closeness. She pulled back from the kiss and looked at me, puzzled. I smiled and pulled her back for another kiss. This one melted her reserve and she molded her body to mine. Now the desire built again, but this time the desire was no longer just physical desire; it was the desire of soul for soul, expressed though the intimacy of sex.
Finally, we broke apart. Her eyes were half-lidded with lust and yet sparkled with adoration, the physical and spiritual entwined, both desiring the beloved. I had been thinking all day how I would make love to Meghan that night, all planned like a military campaign. In that moment, when Karen and I touched so intimately, I knew that all my plans were sterile. What mattered at this moment was the closeness of us.
I rolled over her, my cock finding her wet and eager. I slid into her depths and her body welcomed me. Our eyes never left each other's. We moved as one, in concert, like a symphony of passion, two bodies becoming one. We were fucking, no, we were making love. As unlikely as that might have seemed to me, we were making love; the waif and the writer. Age, background, education, nothing that society says matters, mattered to the two of us. We had connected.
We made love, slowly, the passion building, the closeness building. Karen held my eye. Her eyes communicated, ‘I have never felt this before.’ She had sex, but she had never made love. Sex could be wonderful as relaxation, as a game, as a treat. Now, for the first time, she was feeling what sex could be when it combined the soul and the body, when it reached the pinnacle of human expression. Greater than philosophy, theology, geometry, sex was a way for mortals to experience the infinite.
Our passion built, I felt her ardor reaching a climax and connected as we were my own zenith hit with hers. She climaxed and me with her. The physical climax was as great as ever. My body expended itself into her, filling her with my seed as her body writhed under mine. Greater still was the connection at that moment of two beings knowing that they had pleasured each other so completely. Being pleasured and pleasuring all together completely filled us.
We lay spent, and yet fulfilled, touching each other softly, languorously until we fell asleep, holding each other close.
I awoke in bed with little Karen. I started to feel guilty. It’s amazing how powerful society’s indoctrination can be. I knew, knew, that Karen had been every bit as much a woman as any woman I had ever bedded. She had proved it. But here I was feeling guilty.
I shook my head to clear it and looked at Karen, her dark hair spread out around her head on the white sheet, highlighting her beautiful face, the bright golden morning light making her face glow. I watched her for a minute. Then nature called.
I ambled down to the kitchen feeling wonderful. Amazing how good you feel after a night of making love with a beautiful woman. I had started the bacon when Meghan stumbled down the stairs. She smiled a knowing little smile when she saw me.
“How was the night, pervert?”
“All right, you won. No need to rub it in,” I said.
She laughed, the sound like glass bells. “I guess that means Karen convinced you to let her stay?”
“Karen and I… um, reached an understanding. And that’s all I’m going to say,” I tried to make that final.
“Good,” Meghan said. “Now maybe she’ll quit crying.”
“I didn’t mean to make her cry,” I said quietly.
“Yeah, I figured. Guess I should have told you sooner. I just was afraid you’d kick us out,” Meghan said.
“I told you I won’t kick you out as long as you…”
“…don’t lie and don’t steal,” she finished for me.
“Harrumph. How about waffles?” I asked.
“Sounds good. I’ll go wake up Karen,” she said skipping down the hall. “And she’ll give me the juicy details.”
What could I do but laugh, and fix the waffles.
“Um, what?”
“Can we just come to bed with you instead of having to sneak down after the lights are off?” she asked.
I blushed. There was no point in pretending any longer. But somehow, just laying it out in the open like that, it was difficult. I sucked it up and admitted to myself that the situation was what it was. “Okay.”
“Oh good,” Karen said wrapping her arms around my neck.
Meghan smiled, “Yeah. About time.”
I kissed Karen, then Meghan. The movie started and the girls settled back to watch. I didn’t see much of the movie. The images behind the eyeballs were much more interesting to watch. They were Karen and Meghan and me. I wondered how they would work this out. Karen one night, Meghan the next? A week at a time? Either way, I was looking forward to it.
I hardly noticed when the movie ended. Meghan turned off the TV. “I guess we should get ready for bed.”
“Yeah,” I said with a husk in my voice. The girls bounced up the stairs chatting vivaciously. I went to my room, stripped out of my clothes, and climbed into bed. I turned off the lights. The moon was nearly full and filled the room with a silvery light, almost magical. I nervously waited, wondering which of my lovelies would appear. The waiting was delicious. My hand stole down to my cock, slowly stroking it in anticipation as it swelled.
I heard a giggle, then a few words. Karen came in followed by Meghan. “What?” I asked confused by the appearance of both girls.
“You said we didn’t have to pretend any more,” Meghan said.
“But, there are two of you.”
They had paused just inside the door. They exchanged a glance. “Yeah.” There was an unspoken 'Duh' in that yeah. Meghan shook her head, “Last one in is a rotten egg,” as she bounced onto my bed and clawed at the covers. Karen squealed and followed, fighting her to get under first. I have no idea who won in the melee of sheets, hands, feet, and skin, but I wound up with a girl on each side of me, snuggled against my side. I felt a hand on each thigh, then two hands on my cock. “Nice. There’s enough for both of us,” Meghan said.
Karen laughed, “Yeah. Can I have firsts?”
“Sure,” Meghan answered. I guess I wasn’t going to be consulted, as if I might actually say no.
Karen dove under the covers and I felt her warm mouth on the tip of my cock. God. Meghan came up, her face just inches from mine. It was hard to concentrate with Karen stroking and sucking on my cock. “Thank you, Mike, for all you’ve done for us.”
“My pleasure,” I said.
Meghan smiled. “You’re the first guy who has ever really been nice to us, not because you wanted something, but just because. We want to make you happy the way you’ve made us.” She leaned down and kissed me, lovingly not passionately. As she pulled back we shared an intimate smile. There was a rapport between us that was more than physical.
Karen laved my cock with her tongue then sucked it hard. I closed my eyes and was lost in the pleasure. I felt more hands on my balls, then another tongue tracing its way around my cock, across my balls. The girls knew how to tag team a guy. The pressure quickly built. I was moaning. They sucked and stroked my cock. I could feel it happening, the contractions deep within, and my cum burst forth, blast after blast, a hot mouth sucking it down. I emptied myself, until the last spasm was done, then collapsed back onto the bed.
Karen and Meghan curled up into my side, both with big smiles. “He looks happy,” Meghan said.
“Yeah,” Karen replied happily. “I guess that means we are both your fuck toys,” teasing with a devilish smile.
I had to laugh. It wasn’t the only reason I liked having them with me but they had proven me wrong. I gave them their victory, “Yeah, I guess you are. From now on, you both are all mine, my little fuck toys.”
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