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From: eidelon262@aol.com (Eidelon262)
Subject: {ASSM} A Pattern in Parts, Chapt. 1 (juv. seduction)
Date: Thu, 30 Jan 2003 21:10:04 -0500
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A Pattern in Parts, Chapter 1
by Eidelon262@aol.com

I was first-chair trumpet in one of Wisconsin's best high school concert bands
that Spring in 1980. Rick, my best friend, was second, and we kicked ass, no
matter what kind of music - classical, jazz, mariachi, you name it, we were on
fire. Unfortunately, our third and fourth were two freshmen who needed work. So
we decided to meet over the weekend and get everybody up to speed for next
month's concert.

"We just don't know where," I told 'Chelle. She lived next door and was walking
home with me on a Friday afternoon. Nice girl, but there was no attraction for
me. The girl I wanted was Cara, red hair and freckles, curvy and kind of sad in
a pretty way. I brought myself off thinking about her a lot, especially if it
was raining.

'Chelle was a tall gawky blond, thin as a willow with braces in her mouth and
no curves at all. Plus, she didn't seem to understand the things I was into
(which at the time was Hunter S. Thompson, astronomical physics, old KISS
albums and older Harleys, not necessarily in that order). As far as I knew,
'Chelle's main interest was in cable TV, which had just come out to our town.
My old man would never spring for it - waste of time and money when you've got
three networks plus Wall Street Week on PBS for free. These days you can't pry
him off of C-Span.

But 'Chelle's dad was a contractor with little business in the winter months,
so he bought the full package: 31 stations plus HBO for an ungodly $15 a month.

"You could practice at my house!" 'Chelle said. "Mom and Dad are gone for the
weekend!"

That was another thing I didn't like about her - too damn enthusiastic. I've
found that to be typical of all teenage girls. It still pisses me off. Who
needs statutory rape laws when all an adult male needs to get turned off is
hearing a girl give a manic description of her favorite music video? I mean,
the daughter of my current boss is 18 and legal and extremely good looking, but
conversationally vapid.

However, 'Chelle's dad always stocked plenty of beer. Might be just the thing
to make this sectional rehearsal work.

So I told her okay. Rick and me picked up our young trumpeters just after noon
the next day and went to 'Chelle's, where the beer rapidly kicked in. We taught
them a lot of tricks, but mostly we made them play with confidence. We even
worked up a version of the Klingon Death March from Star Trek One for next
football season (kicked ass at Homecoming). Somehow, me and 'Chelle ended up
looking at something in her bedroom with the door closed.

The guys were in the den eating snacks and checking out cable. I was 16 with a
belly full of Old Style Beer. The first thing I can remember about it was that
'Chelle was in my arms and looking at me with her blue eyes wide open. She shut
them when I kissed her.

It was gentle. We held each other tight while our wet lips mingled. I was
surprised at how rigid her back was. Then I went deeper, parting her lips with
my tongue until I found hers coiled and ready and twisting around my own. My
dick was crawling into full erection very quickly and I ground it into her. I
grabbed her behind her ass and forced her to feel my cock on her crotch between
both our pairs of jeans.

I took her to the floor next to her bed and kept on kissing her. 'Chelle's tits
were in  a front-fastening bra, which I suavely unfastened with one hand to
show I was a Man of the World (yet still took WAY too long to unhook). Those
tits were the damndest things I had ever seen.

They were perfectly white, no surprise for a blond girl in Wisconsin after a
long winter, and they were a perky B-cup, again no surprise. But her nipples
were domes. The aeraola were pink and perfect circles that looked like
mini-tits trying to break free of the real ones. I had never seen anything like
it in Playboy or Penthouse or Hustler. I didn't like her face or her
personality, and now her body showed she was a freak.

Fortunately, I was 16.

My mouth sucked one of those nipples hard, and when I looked down it was bright
red. 'Chelle was almost in a trance. I started on the other one. I was also
undoing the button on her Levi's and pulling down on the zipper. Her pubic hair
was very fine, and that sweet little cunt ... I had to have it. Warm and moist
and she was fucking herself on my finger. We spent a long time that way, with
my finger up her 14-year-old cunt and my 16-year-old manhood pressed to her
leg. I was ready. So I gathered her jeans around her ankles and knelt between
them, then undid my own jeans.

"No, I can't!" she said. "My sister had her first baby when she was 15! I
promised my parents I wouldn't!"

Her cunt was so wet. "Yeah, maybe we shouldn't see each other anymore," I said.

I removed my finger and stood up to zip myself. 'Chelle was still laying there
next to her bed with her jeans around her ankles and her knees spread wide.
"Please don't go."

I looked down on what she offered. Of course I was going to screw her, I was a
horny young boy. "You know exactly what you want," I said.

She couldn't blush, there wasn't room for anymore blood in her face. I knew she
was struggling with what she wanted and what she should do. "Tell it to me."

My leather jacket was on and I was ready to walk home next door. I didn't think
she was going to make a decision. I turned toward the door and had my fingers
wrapped around the knob when I heard her tiny voice: "I want you to fuck me
please."

I faced her again. I folded my leather-clad arms across my chest and considered
the girl. 'Chelle was still flushed in the face, her puffy nipples were
springing out, and the lips of her cunt were swollen and red.

All these years, I've regretted not having the experience to torture her.
Instead I just unzipped and shoved myself between her legs. 'Chelle was so
tight. I finally got all the way inside her and felt a little pop. 'Chelle
grabbed my dick hard with her cunt and went rigid, and then my dick was covered
with blood. I pumped like crazy, I was still pretty new at this myself, but I
knew what felt good. 'Chelle had the most amazing look of pleasure. Her whole
body clenched once and I thought I really hurt her, but she kept ramming
herself onto my dick. I did that one more time.

Seeing her like that gave me pleasure. I was getting harder than I'd ever been
in my whole life and it was almost painful but I couldn't stop, I just kept
slamming into her faster and faster ...

... and then the world just kind of blanked out. I collapsed, grinding slow and
deep, 'Chelle squirming and sliding in the sweat of our bodies. Her eyes were
closed and her face was pink, lips full and slightly open. "God that was FUN!"
she said.

"Ugh," I said, not yet my worldy self again. I repeated myself a couple of
times to make sure my meaning was clear. I kissed her hard while my dick lost
its hardness. And then there was a knock on the door, and it was time to take
the boys home. But I wouldn't be done with 'Chelle for a couple more years,
repeating this afternoon with more and more skill, ending only on the night
before the Army shipped me out to Fort Dix for basic training.

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