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RESEARCH PROJECT
Chapter 3 A NEW SUBJECT
A middle age man is drawn to a teen girl he has known most of her life. He concocts a theory about the sexual instincts of redheaded girls in jest only to discover it may have some validity. The research continues with a new subject.
As in all of my writings the people, places and experiences are pure fiction. Mg
The following week there was another football game and the usual gathering of tailgaters. Vicki’s mom and dad were still out of town so she had taken the tickets and brought a friend. She grabbed me in a bear hug, holding it just a little longer than the other hugs she distributed.
Vicki was her usual bouncy self giving attention the group and not giving away anything between us. I assumed her friend was also in high school but she looked younger than Vicki and appeared to be shy. The girl was short and slight and also red headed like Vicki, only a more fiery shade, and in pig-tails. She had the accompanying freckles and wore little wire frame glasses. Like everyone else she was dressed warmly for the game but I sensed she was rather thin under her loose clothing.
It would be unfair to call the girl homely. A better description would be plain. There was a well disguised cuteness about her but she wore no make-up and didn’t seem to promote herself visually like most high school girls.
Vicki introduced the girl around and I noticed when she presented her to me described me quietly as her “special” friend. I tried not to show any extra attention but nothing could cloud my recall of my Saturday with Vicki and the tightness of my underwear was a reminder. Throughout the game and jumping up and down I stole several glances down the row at the two girls. They were frequently looking back at me and obviously had been huddling in private conversation a few times.
It made me a little nervous that her young friend might be aware of our relationship but she didn’t show it as we ended the day’s activity and the girls slipped away.
A week or so later I got a call in my office on my business phone. It was Vicki. She had something to ask me and wanted to meet. I needed to get my old truck serviced on Saturday and we arranged to meet at the lube shop. She drove up just as my work was finished parked her car and jumped in the truck with me. She took advantage of the old bench seat and slid over next to me.
“So where can we go?” She asked, “Somewhere private maybe?”
I knew our time was limited but sensed what she had in mind. A motel probably wouldn’t do but I had an idea. Turning around I drove about a mile and a half toward an industrial park. My company had a small warehouse and office with an overhead door that I used for samples. It was virtually empty at this time of year. I opened the door and pulled in, closing the door behind me. No one manned the place but me and it was only heated in token so we sat in the truck.
“So what did you want to ask me,” I queried.
“I’ll get to that in a minute, but there’s something I want to do first.” She turned and rose up on her knees and kissed me hard on the mouth.
“What would that be?” I asked coyly.
“Just guess,” she said pulling my jacket open and reaching for my belt. It was a struggle in the truck and I flashed on back seat episodes in high school and turned sideways in the seat. Eventually she got my pants open and with my help got them down over my hips freeing my dick that was already swelling with anticipation. She immediately grabbed it and stroked it to its full potential in seconds.
Then with a sense of urgency the girl turned, reached under her skirt and her lacy pink panties down and off. Just as quickly she turned again and flipped her skirt up straddling me as she did, and gripped my pole. Locating the target Vicki settled down engulfing my organ deep within her moist canal.
A look of pure pleasure crossed her flushed face as she began to ride me slowly. “I was hoping we could do this,” she said.
I nodded, “So was I.”
Again I was amazed at how tight this girl was along with her ability to take all of me. We locked on each other’s eyes as she took up a steady rhythm. I slipped my hands up under her blouse and pushed her small bra up to knead her firm pointed breasts. She giggled at the coolness of my hands but then got back to the serious business of riding my cock.
Vicki leaned forward a little and I sensed she was applying some friction to her clit. Shortly thereafter she started to breathe more rapidly and I felt her body clench around my dick. She had already gotten off but was panting for more. I provided it by hunching upward into her and running my hands over any bare flesh I could find.
Another small shiver went through my young lover just before I felt my own surge approach. We stepped up our efforts together sensing each other’s need I uttered, “I’m almost there.” She nodded her acceptance, we worked even harder until I warned, “Here goes,” just before erupting into her loins. Scant seconds later Vicki gasped and I felt convulsions in her body that echoed into my cock.
Vicki collapsed limply onto my body and we lay there for a few minutes savoring the after glow. “That was wonderful,” she whispered finally and kissed me several times gently on the lips.
“There’s Kleenex in the glove box,” I offered and she reached for it not wanting to separate and spread any goo around. She wrapped a tissue around my dick as she slowly pulled off trapping an ample amount of sperm and we collaborated in wiping away the evidence.
We both knew our time was limited so we dressed quickly as I asked, “So what was it you were going to ask?”
“Well, I need a favor,” she began. “After this you can have anything you want,” I quipped.
“It’s my friend, Jill, you know you met her at the football game?” I nodded. “Well she wants to help you with your research.”
I studied her face a moment as she managed an evil grin. A bevy of thoughts crossed my mind. “I had told her I had a friend doing research on red-heads but I didn’t tell her who it was. She sort of figured it out at the game I think and offered to be a subject.”
It took a few seconds for my mind to adjust, “Umm, I don’t know about that,” I stammered. “Isn’t she a little young?”
She’s not as young as she looks, just a real late bloomer. She’s really self conscious and is taking hormones to help her. They make her really horny and since one thing she takes is birth control to stimulate periods she wants to do it, you know have someone make her a woman.”
It took a few minutes to digest the information. “Doesn’t she have a boyfriend or…” I stammered again.
“No she’s never even had a date, well maybe with a candle,” she chuckled. “All the boys at school think she’s a geek and make fun of her,” she continued. “And you’d be perfect. You’re sweet and gentle and a great lover,” she was cuddling up to me and turning on her wily feminine charms.
“And just think how it would help your research,” she quipped as I was quietly mulling the situation.
“I don’t know,” I said, as I got out and opened the door so we could leave. I got back in the truck and pulled out then closed the door. As we started to pull away, Vicki kept at it.
“Please,” she added, with a little girl tone to her voice. “I’d be really grateful and pay you back,” now sounding evil.
My mind flashed on the prospects as well as the pitfalls. With Vicki we had known each other most of her life. Our engaging each other was a series of events and attractions to one another that evolved over years. I had only met this other girl once. Still, something appealed to the lecherous side of me, and at this point I would seriously do most anything for Vicki.
“Well see what you can arrange and I’ll consider it.” She pumped her hand in victory. “But you know the dangers involved,” I reminded her and she nodded in acceptance.
It was weeks later before an opportunity came along for my new “research”. The Christmas holidays were rapidly approaching, my wife had left for a few days with her aging parents and my sons were still 400 miles away at college. But the high school, it seems was already on vacation.
Vicki showed up at my door as arranged at about dusk with her young friend, Jill, in tow. They had parked a ways down the street and entered stealthily. Leaving their winter coats in the hallway they followed me into the den. The leather couches were pulled up close to the glowing fireplace and I had turned the heat up. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen but I didn’t intend for us to be cold.
The girls settled on one couch and I retrieved a couple of cups of eggnog that were lightly flavored with rum. I sat opposite while they tasted approvingly and had my first chance to look at them. Vicki was in a pleated skirt and bobby sox, typical of the time and a pull-over cashmere sweater that more than exaggerated her firm tits. Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail with metal clasps at the side. She had a small amount of make up on and her blue eyes were bright like Christmas lights on a snowy tree.
Having never seen Jill without bulky outerwear I took my first inventory of her. She was aware I was looking her over and blushed slightly and appeared nervous. Like Vicki, she wore a skirt, only hers was a red, tight fitting wrap skirt that accented her slim butt and exposed a pale leg where it separated on the side. Slim pale legs ended with fashionable bobby sox and saddle shoes, and she wore a button up blouse and sweater set, that bulged only slightly where her breasts were. Her blazing red hair had been done nicely and was curly almost to her shoulders. A slight bit of make up added some age to her youthful face and her glasses were missing. I quickly realized I didn’t really know how old this girl was and didn’t think this was the time to ask.
We made small talk for a few minutes until the first air of discomfort had cleared. As one might expect it was Vicki that started things off. “So tell Jill about your research,” she said. I grinned at her devious look.
“Well that’s easy,” I said smiling at Jill, noticing a little sparkle in her eyes, “I have this theory that red heads make the most passionate lovers.” A smile spread on Jill’s face. “And of course,” I continued, “I have to do proper research to prove it.”
“And so how is it going?” Jill inquired.
“So far, great,” I answered, “Of course, it’s just getting started.”
“That’s why he needs new subjects,” Vicki piped up, chuckling.
“Even if they’re inexperienced,” Jill asked, eyeing me sideways.
“If they’re willing,” I answered. “The testing is pretty thorough. So do you think you want to be a subject?” I continued.
“I think I qualify,” Jill said looking straight at me. “Then with a sly smile she said, “And I’m pretty sure I can help you prove your point.”
“Well there’s really only one way to tell,” I responded.
“And the rewards are great,” Vicki added. She stood up said, “Let me show you how we start,” and pulled the small girl over to the couch settling her next to me then sitting her self on the other side of me. As quickly as she settled she leaned in front of me and put an arm around my neck and kissed warmly and wetly.
“There, that’s how you start,” she said sitting back. And because you’re a red head the rest comes naturally.” She giggled. “So now it’s your turn.”
I took the cue and put an arm around the slim girl’s shoulders and pulled her to me. Her eyes were wide in expectation when my lips met hers. I don’t know if she had been kissed much, because at first her lips were tight. But as I softened mine against hers she did likewise and when she felt my tongue begin to probe, her eyes went shut and I felt her, almost reluctantly, begin to relax.
We continued making out for several minutes bringing increasingly more response from Jill. Vicki was behind me and started rubbing my back and shoulders, assuming, I guess that I needed help to get horny with this girl. I was, in fact pursuing the situation almost clinically and wasn’t yet hard. I hadn’t been really sure how this would play out. I sensed a hunger in this young appearing girl. And Vicki was adamant that the girl needed and wanted to prove herself sexually and it appeared that Vicki intended to be a participant in the research.
I let Jill settle back against the couch and gently kissed her neck and earlobes and when I felt the time was right I let my hand wander over her small breasts. It wasn’t really a surprise when I determined that the bumps in her blouse were enhanced by soft padding. None the less, I slowly undid the buttons on her blouse until my hand could get inside. After fondling the spongy cup for a minute I ran my hand over the top and down under the fabric touching the bare flesh beneath.
I locked my lips to Jill’s again as I pushed up the small bra and let my hands roam over the bare pointed cones. The shape was much like the small paper cups at water coolers but the nipples were hard and brown like Hershey’s kisses. These might easily have been found on many twelve-year-olds. This girl’s body was definitely immature. When she felt my hand on her bare tits Jill arched her chest upward to me offering them.
Maneuvering lower I reached one nipple below the fabric of her bra and sucked it in between my lips. Jill’s breath escaped in a gasp and I could feel her heart beating in her chest. I ran my tongue over first one then tried to move to the other. Seeing the interference, Vicki got up from behind me and moved around the couch behind her friend.
“Let’s lose these,” she said and started to slip Jill’s sweater off of her shoulders. I finished undoing a couple of buttons and her blouse soon followed. She slipped her own bra off of her shoulders and released the clasp letting it fall to the floor and glanced down at her naked chest.
“There not very big,” the small girl lamented.
“They’re perfect,” I assured her, “perfect for this,” and bent down touching my tongue to a pointed nipple, circling it and sucking it into my mouth. The response from Jill was immediate. She put her hands on the back of my head and pulled my face into her chest. I began to wonder if the phony premise of my investigation was real. I had resolved to take things slowly with the inexperienced girl. But as things progressed she seemed to have an increasing sense of urgency.
About the time I started to move Jill a little farther down on the couch, I felt some hands pulling at the long-sleeved knit polo that I was wearing. “You’re a little over dressed,” I heard from behind me as Vicki pulled the shirt over my head.
“So are you,” I observed. “Yeah, you have to undress, too,” her friend interjected.
Without waiting to see what Vicki was doing I pulled Jill’s legs over my lap and slipped off her saddle shoes. Leaving her socks I let my hand move up Jill’s bare leg, starting with her calf and caressing gently with my fingers. When I reached her knees I felt them part slightly and stroked behind them. When her legs opened a little more I moved my fingers up feeling the silkiness of a slip on the back of my hand. All the while we looked into each other’s faces our eyes conveying what was happening. As I teased her bare lags and thighs with my fingers I watched her expression change from curiosity and nervousness to want and lust.
In one bold move I slipped my hand all the way to her panty covered crotch feeling some warmth beneath the brief silky garment. Her legs went as wide as her skirt would allow until I found the tie and button that held it together and released it. Opening the wrap garment left her white silky half-slip exposed and I slowly pushed it up her thighs to her waist.
Her panties were brief and feminine looking, pale blue with a tiny bead of lace around the legs. A faint outline of a crevice defined the center of the well pronounced arch of her mound. My hands played gently over the keyboard of her crotch caressing to extract notes of satisfaction. Gradually I let my fingers slip under the elastic of the leg opening and over the mound and, to my surprise, discovered the lips of Jill’s feminine treasure were almost bare.
Moving up with my fingers I felt a small patch of pubes at the top of the crevice then moved down trying to slip my finger between the folds. Finding it a bit too snug for my hand to have room to explore in her underwear, I reached up, found the waistband right at her slim hip bones and pulled the silkiness down over her legs and off her ankles baring her teen aged treasure. It, like her breasts, was immature looking with only a small patch of curly red hair fixed in a triangle on her mound and pointing at her almost bald pussy that might have easily have been on a twelve-year-old.
Remembering what Vicki had said about her being self conscious I didn’t hesitate and quickly continued my exploration touching her neck and shoulders with my lips as I did. As my hands touched her most sensitive areas of the inside of her thighs, Jill’s legs kept moving farther and farther apart. The lips of her pussy began to separate and I could see a little knob appear toward the top. It was pink and about the size of an eraser on a number two pencil. I let the thumb of one hand caress the inside of one lip and slide up until it rubbed the little bump brining a quick intake of breath from my subject.
When I continued to rub it with my thumb Jill’s back and pelvis arched and her teeth clamped on her lower lip. Lifting the girl’s slim legs I laid her clear down on the couch and pulled her slip down and off. Then moving one leg to the side I slid in between her legs on my knees about even with hers. Bending over I touched my tongue to her knee and began working up her thigh. My tongue and lips did their magic and by the time I reached the junction of the young girl’s legs they were splayed widely to the side. I bent my face to her crotch, and there was a loud gasp when my tongue touched her nether lips. Jill’s hands came quickly to the back of my head and pulled me to her.
For being so youthful looking and inexperienced, this girl knew what oral sex was all about and wanted it. My tongue separated her lips and probed into the sweetness. Jill’s hand came from around my neck, down to her crotch pulling her lips apart inviting more of my tongue to explore. Answering the call I ran my tongue over the little button and sucked it between my lips. Then slipping down I probed at the tight little hole and felt my head pulled inward again.
Two warm cones of flesh pressed against my back and I felt hands go around my waist and undo my belt. Then the button was undone and the zipper lowered. Vicki was bare to the waist and assisting in the research project by helping me out of my pants. She pulled the slacks over my hips then gripped the elastic of my jockeys and tugged them along together being careful to lift my swollen member over the elastic. I helped her finish the removal by lifting my knees one at a time but staying focused on the mounting excitement in front of me.
Jill’s head was back, her eyes were closed, and she began to writhe in earnest. Her legs found their way over my shoulder and she began a series of little mewing sounds. Vicki’s hand found my dick and I sensed that she was now completely naked. Jill’s body lurched and she gasped and I felt her tense. Then she exhaled a couple of times and her hands found my arms and tried to pull me upward.
“She’s ready,” Vicki whispered, pressing her breast against my arm and releasing my dick. Slowly I slid up over the slight girl and settled between her legs.
“Are you ready for the next test?” I whispered beside her ear. The girl’s head nodded vigorously. “Do you want to go to the bedroom?” I questioned.
“No, don’t wait; do it now, please.” Her urgency had taken control and she didn’t seem to remember or mind that her friend was still in the room with us. I moved into position and took one of her hands placing it around my dick inviting her to guide it into her. She hesitated for a minute feeling its girth then rubbed the tip at the moistness in her crevice. Taking the opportunity to experiment she rubbed the knob over her small button a few times then positioned it lower.
When I felt the entrance on my tip I pulled her hips up a little more getting a better angle and started pushing in. The end entered easily covering I to the base of the red ridge. Then the warm tunnel got tighter and I had to push with a little more effort.
There was no real barrier but rather a tight ring. When the end of my dick pressed through it and slipped in about three inches, Jill gasped and her fingers clamped my shoulders. I held real still a few seconds until I felt her body start to relax.
“Is it O.K.?” I questioned.
“It’s more than O.K.,” she whispered. “Go ahead.”
I flexed my hips feeling the tightness release a little more of my length and slipped more in slowly until almost all of me was in. Without trying to recall the boy butts I had tried at scout camp, this was the most incredible tightness I had ever felt.
Jill had been biting her lower lip as I entered. When I hesitated her eyes came open and she flashed an evil grin. “Oh God, that feels so good.”
I could feel a little flexing of her hips and responded with some movement of my own. Jill’s head tilted back and her breath rushed out. Experimenting just a little with movement until I was sure the girl was comfortable with my dick imbedded in her no longer virgin pussy, I felt an instant response. The look on her face was wanton and urging me on. So I began slow withdrawals and steady thrusts back in her warm, wet abyss.
In a few minutes I was pumping in and out in rhythm bringing mews of approval from my teen-age lover. The milky whiteness of her skin was becoming flushed with passion as she felt my adult member bringing her immature body to the enjoyment of being a woman. Her hands began to tighten on my elbows. I was glad I had beat off in the shower earlier wanting to prolong the girl’s first experience to its most satisfying conclusion. But I was beginning to feel the surge building in my loins.
All of a sudden I felt the slim girl’s body arch and a little shriek slip from her lips. I felt a ripple go through her and the tightness around my dick clenched even more. The girl’s legs thrashed around and she thrust upward until our pubic bones collided. Her body relaxed after a few seconds just as my pressure mounted. I pummeled her crotch amazed that such a small body was taking all I could give her. My hands gripped her hips and I pressed my body against hers in increasing abandon. Her eyes popped open realizing more was about to happen.
“Are you ready?” she nodded. “Here goes,” and I humped vigorously just as the volcano erupted and my glands flexed and spewed a wash of molten man juice into Jill’s immature opening. When she felt the warmth spurt into her she gasped again clawing at my shoulders while her body shook with spasms of ecstasy.
I slowed like a freight train, pressing and holding, feeling little shudders go through the girl’s body. When the eruption subsided I was once again aware of how slim and small she was and carefully kept my weight off of her while I bent my face to hers and gently kissed her. She smiled put her hands on my face and kissed me passionately on the lips. She giggled as she felt my hardness diminish and begin to slip from her sticky middle.
“So what do you think,” she giggled. “Did I pass the test?”
“Well that’s just the first one,” I quipped and stood up noticing the overflow of stickiness between the girl’s legs.
“God, you guys were so hot!” We had almost forgotten that Vicki was in the room. We turned to see her spread eagled on a chair across the room, her hand rubbing the red curls of her crotch. “I almost got off just watching. Do I get a turn now?”
I felt my spent phallus respond in the affirmative.
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