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Chemistry   (Mf, ff, oral, anal)

By Scott St. Martz
 2012


Chapter 6   Over the Precipice

I sat in silence for a while thinking about   what else?  
Chelsea. How many forty year old guys outside of the medical
professions have the opportunity to inspect and touch a twelve
year old girl's pussy for that long   especially when that girl
is not their daughter? The mental imprint of her open pink
dripping vulva with its throbbing, flushed and swollen labia and
shiny little clit poking out was not going to be easy to shake.
Not that I wanted to block the image at the moment anyway. The
vision got me hard again, so I shifted my dick into a less
irritating position. 

Chelsea chose that second to walk out wearing the peach robe
again with a questioning expression on her face, and I could tell
she had noticed my action by the way her eyes focused momentarily
on my bulge.  She asked, "Can I see if Rachel has, like, some
dress shoes that might match and fit me? Britney's are too big."
I responded that it would be okay as long as she didn't mess up
Rachel's organization and she remembered to put them back where
she found them.
	
Preparing dinner was made much easier by the quality bottled
sauces available these days. I had chosen a good one by a great
local chef, but I never could resist adding a few of my own
spices to touch it up. I pre-heated the oven for the garlic
bread, heated the sauce - adding my ingredients - and let it
simmer while prepping the garlic bread. Then I got water going
for pasta, setting the temperature for a very slow boil. I knew
it would all come together quickly from that point. 
	
I put some light jazz, Kenny G on his sax, on the stereo at low
volume for background music. Then I adjusted the lighting, since
it was already dark outside, and sat back down with my cocktail
to wait for Chelsea. 
	
She came out a few minutes later looking simply gorgeous. She
could tell by my stunned expression that I appreciated it, but I
still had to tell her how beautiful she was. Britney's dress
looked even better on her. It was a medium blue satiny sleeveless
dress that fell to just above her knees with an empire waistline
and a modest neckline. The color really brought out those
brilliant blue eyes of hers   reminding me of the Petra diamond I
had seen on exhibit years ago. She wasn't wearing tights, but she
had on Rachel's white patent leather dress shoes with two inch
heels that looked like they almost fit. 

Chelsea had styled her hair and added light makeup, silver
earrings and a simple silver necklace from Britney's jewelry box.
She twirled around as I fawned over her. She smelled great, too
one of those fruity teenage girl fragrances Britney liked. The
overall effect was stunning. 

I was just wearing dark blue dress slacks, a long sleeved white
shirt that had been starched and pressed by the cleaners and
polished black shoes and belt. I had added a couple dabs of
Drakar, my favorite cologne, too. We looked ready to go out for a
special evening together.
	
Chelsea put the salad and dressing (in a side bowl with a spoon)
on the table. Then she served the beverages in wine glasses  
cold Sprite for herself and chilled Pinot Grigio for me. She even
put the wine bottle in an ice bucket on the table and wrapped it
with a cloth napkin. It was obvious that she was no stranger to
fine dining even though she may not have been out in a few years.


Meanwhile, I revved the pasta water to a hard boil, stirred the
sauce and brought up the heat under it a little. Then I battered
and lowered the calamari into the deep fat fryer before layering
the seafood on top of the sauce - peeled shrimp, sea scallops and
mussels. I didn't make too much. It was enough for two, and she
was so tiny that I doubted she could eat full portions of
everything. I covered the sauce to steam the seafood, turned down
the heat under it, dropped angel hair pasta in the boiling water,
and moved the garlic bread to the oven. It would all be ready
about the same time.

When dinner was close, I escorted Chelsea to the table, assisted
with her chair and lit the candles. Then I fixed our plates  
healthy portions for me and smaller ones for her - and brought
them out. I had plated the food artistically and added a garnish
of sprigs of parsley on top of thin slices of lemon cut through
the radius, twisted and sprinkled with paprika. I turned out the
kitchen lights to set the mood before taking my seat. Another
Kenny G disc was playing softly on the stereo. We raised our
glasses in a candlelit toast and I said, "To the most beautiful
girl in the restaurant." 
	
She giggled, blushed a bit, and beamed as she said, "But I'm,
like, the only girl in the restaurant, Mr. Sean!" We gently
bumped our glasses and took a sip. 
	
Dinner was delicious, and Chelsea really seemed to enjoy it. She
even liked the calamari and mussels, which I'd had my doubts
about. We ate slowly and talked about how she was doing in
school. She said she was still making mostly A's and a few B's;
and I praised her for her dedication. She also told me about the
different schools she had attended since her Mom died and having
to make new friends each time. I asked about her career goals,
but she hadn't really considered it for a long time and didn't
know what she wanted to be any more. 

We were stuffed and decided to wait until later to have dessert.
We quickly cleared the table and stacked the dishes in the sink.
Then we sat at the table together in the flickering candle light
while I had a snifter of brandy to top off the meal and she
sipped her Sprite. Enjoying the music and the ambiance, we sat in
silence for a while before I asked how it was that she wasn't
with her family in the accident.

"I, like, spent the night at Marie's house that night and didn't
know it happened," she said. "I forgot to call Dad and didn't
think about him not calling to check on me. When her mom dropped
me off the next morning, there was a policewoman and a social
worker waiting for me. They told me about the accident and then
tried to make me, uh, feel better - 'cause I was freaked out."
	
I noticed her expression darkening and her eyes slightly glazing
over and said, "Sweetie, if it hurts too much to talk about it,
we can change the subject." 
	
"No, it's okay. I cried myself out a long time ago." Her tone
brightened somewhat. "They helped me pack my clothes and a few
other things and took me to Hope House. I stayed there for over
three months. There were, like, forty girls there, and a lot of
them were older than me and some were, uh, my age or a little
younger. They keep the little kids somewhere else. I was real sad
and stayed by myself in my room a lot at first. My roommate then,
Jill, she was fourteen, told me her parents were in jail. Her mom
was a drug addict who, uh, sold drugs, too. She was always high
or drunk. And her step-father, like, raped Jill when she was nine
and kept having sex with her until she ran away."

"She had it real tough, didn't she?"
	
"Yeah, she doesn't believe in love... or rules, and she like,
thinks you just have to do whatever it takes to keep living and
have fun. She doesn't like school either. She ran away from home
last year and, umm, met this guy who gave her drugs and made her
have sex with strange men for money. Then she got picked up. She
told the police about her stepfather and they, like, arrested
him... and her mom, too, when they found her drugs in the house.
Then Jill was sent to Hope House because she didn't have any
other family to take care of her."

"Sweetie, you've been exposed to kids a lot different than you
are, haven't you? Most kids your age don't even know about those
things except for what they might see on TV or on the internet,
and it doesn't seem real to them."
	
"Yeah... Jill couldn't believe that I used to, like, have parents
who loved me, nice places to live and good schools. I told her I
had my own room with lots of toys and books, too, and I got to
take, uh, dance, theater, art and music lessons - and play
sports... And no adults ever tried to, like, molest me or hurt
me. She never had any of the good stuff. Her family was always
getting kicked out of places they lived, and sometimes they, um,
camped out or slept in the car because they didn't have a place
to live. She said there was lots of yelling and screaming in her
family, too, and her mom used to beat her a lot. Her stepfather,
like, hit her... and her mom, too. One time he beat up her mom so
bad they had to take her to the hospital."
	
"How were the other girls at the home?"

"A few were nice, but most of them were rude or mean. There were
fights sometimes, too... and some girls got beat up or picked on
by the bullies. I was scared most of the time and, uh, I learned
how to stay out of their way. One girl, Mandy, she was twelve and
she was real nice. Her dad had a plane and her parents died when
it crashed, so she was sad, too. She was my best friend for a few
weeks. Then she went to live with her grandmother in Texas."
	
"Well, at least she had someone to take her in," I said.
	
"Yeah, I was real happy for her. Then there was this other girl,
Amy, who was, like, sixteen and had a real hard life. She used to
make fun of me... teasing me and calling me a spoiled princess.
She tried to order me around, too, but I wouldn't do what she
wanted. Then one day after I'd been there a couple of weeks she,
like, tried to talk me into running away with her. She said we
could live with her boyfriend, and I could, like, make a lot of
money for them selling my ass on the streets. I didn't, uh,
really understand what she meant by that then, but I still didn't
want to run away with her. Like, how could I sell my butt?" she
asked with a cute smirk.
	
I chuckled. "I'm glad she didn't talk you into it."
	
"Me, too. Anyway, after that I learned a lot I didn't know
about... like sex, drugs, stealing and other bad stuff from
hearing girls talk about it all the time. I didn't do any of that
stuff... There were some girls who did, um, sex things to each
other, too, but I didn't want to do it because I don't want to
be, like, a lesbian. I was happy when my first foster parents got
me out of there and took me to their house."

"Did you enjoy living with them?" 
	
"Not really. It was okay. That was Ms. Ann and Mr. Joe. They were
real nice at first. I had my own room... that was good. They were
real strict, though. I had to, like, do a lot of housework and
take care of their little boy after school - and on weekends. He
was five. There weren't many kids my age in the neighborhood to
play with anyway." 

After a pause, she added, "They always acted like I was going to
do something wrong   even though I never did. And, after the
first few weeks, they yelled at me a lot, too, for little stuff
like leaving a light on when I left the room or something... I
knew I was supposed to turn it off but, um, I just forgot
sometimes and they would yell... They screamed at each other a
lot, too. Then Mr. Joe got a new job in another state, so they
had to move. I was taken back to Hope House after four months. At
least Amy was gone, so I didn't have to deal with her. I heard
she ran away with another girl."
	
"How long were you there that time?"
	
"Um... like, five months. Then I went to the foster home where
I'm supposed to be now. I told you about that one."
	
"Life really has been rough for you, Sweetie."

"That's why I want to live with you, Mr. Sean," she whined.
	
"I know, Sweetie. I'm going to call a lawyer on Monday who knows
about these things to see what we can do. I can't make any
promises though. I really don't believe they'll let me adopt you,
but I will do whatever I can to help."	

The music stopped and we heard the rain again along with faint
rumblings of distant thunder. We moved into the living room, I
put on another CD   Barrueco playing Antonio Lauro pieces on the
classical guitar this time. Guitar was my primary instrument in
college and I'd fallen in love with the classical repertoire.
Chelsea was in a cuddling mood again, so I put my arm around her
while she rested her head on my chest and melted into me with
that incredible heat and mutual energy we shared. We sat in
comfortable silence for a while just watching the fire, listening
to the music and enjoying the feeling of being together. Then she
tilted her head up at me and asked, "Mr. Sean, do you think I'm
pretty?"

"Chelsea, you're the most beautiful little girl I've ever met in
person. Well... not so little any more," I corrected myself with
a smile. "You were gifted with great genes for beauty from your
mom, and I'm sure you've been hearing that all of your life."

"You're right, but I, like, wanted to hear it from you... Do you
think my, um, body is pretty?"

"Uh-oh... where is this going," I thought. "Sweetie, your body is
great for your age. It's maturing more every time I see you, and
you're a very attractive young woman in every way."
	
She thought about that in silence for a while before looking me
in the eyes once more and saying, "Mr. Sean, can I ask you a
question?"
	
"Sure, Sweetie. Wasn't that what you were already doing? What is
it?" I asked in a disarming tone.
	
"Can you show me how to do, like, um, sex things?"
	
It took a moment for that to sink in, and it tipped me over the
edge. "Sweetie, I can't do that!" Her face fell as I sat up and
turned to face her so our communication would be absolutely
clear. "Let me explain, Chelsea. I love you and want to help you.
It just wouldn't be right   and it's not legal. You're only
twelve!"

"I'm thirteen, Mr. Sean!" she replied indignantly. "I was
thirteen in September."
	
Reflecting for a second, I said, "You're right, Sweetie, I'd
forgotten that. Britney's birthday is in late December, so she's
still twelve. I always thought of you two as the same age because
you are for so much of the year. But you're still very young,
Sweetie, and there are laws against taking advantage of underage
children."
	
"But, but..."
	
"Let me talk, Sweetie, please," I said firmly.
	
"Okay." She begrudgingly conceded surveying her hands in her lap
before looking up at me again.
	
"Chelsea, I've always had special feelings for you ever since I
met you when you were in kindergarten. Not sexual feelings, of
course   especially not then. Besides the facts that you were
stunningly beautiful and amazingly smart, I always felt I really
understood you   even more than my own daughters. There are rare
people we meet in life once in a great while that we have a real
bond or connection with   natural chemistry. Some people call
them soul mates. These people just seem to understand us to be
the way we like to see ourselves. When we say or do something,
they don't take it the wrong way like a lot of people do. They
understand and accept it for what it is. You've known people who
took things seriously and were mad at what you said when you
didn't mean it that way, right?"

"Yeah, like, I've had that happen before... lots."
	
"And you've seen situations when it happened between two other
people, too. When a person says something completely innocently
and another person takes it all wrong, but you understood the
miscommunication."
	
"Yes," She said perking up a little as the light went on in her
head.
	
"Well, when two people have great chemistry, they don't have
those problems often. They understand each other, they enjoy
being together, and they can be comfortable, even in silence,
without feeling like they have to continuously entertain the
other person. I've met very few people I've felt that kind of
connection with through the years   and most of the time the
situation wasn't right to develop a relationship. That's what
makes for the best of friends, though. On the other hand, poor
chemistry generally results in not being friends at all or maybe
even becoming enemies. Most people we meet are in between those
extremes somewhere. Do you understand so far, Sweetie?"
	
"Yes, Mr. Sean." 
	
She was alert and attentive... maybe even interested. I
continued, "Okay, I've always felt I had great chemistry with
you."
	
"I feel it, too, Mr. Sean. I love you, and you've always been,
like my favorite person in the world. You understand me better
than my Dad ever did   and even better than my mom did after the
other kids came along... There were times that I felt real close
and loved with her, though..."

"I'm sure you did have those times, Sweetie, and I know you
really miss her." I paused for a while for her gaze to clear from
the introspection. 
	
"I have to tell you, Chelsea, things like seeing you naked last
night and helping with your ingrown hair today have thoroughly
tested me. (I had her full attention again.) I am a man with
natural urges and a sex drive; and I haven't had a girlfriend
since my wife and I split up. You're a very sexy young teenager,
and I've had to keep reminding myself that I'm the adult here.
Sex between adults and children almost always results in harming
the child." 

"Even if a girl's body is physically ready for sex and an adult
is very gentle with her, it changes the way that girl looks at
herself and her sexuality for her entire life. When she grows up,
she'll find herself blaming the adult for ruining her childhood.
Many girls your age are still playing with dolls for Pete's
sake... I told you last night that I can get into a bunch of
trouble just keeping you here. If we had a sexual relationship,
it could be much, much worse. The main reasons I can't do it,
though, are that I love you and I can't stand the thought of
causing you physical or psychological harm. Do you understand,
Sweetie?"
 	
She didn't respond for almost thirty seconds. It looked as if she
was processing what I'd said or composing a response...
	
"Mr. Sean, I, like, understand what you're saying; and it makes
me feel real good that you love me and, uh, don't want to hurt
me. But I want to tell you what I'm thinking, too, okay?" She
said the latter in that matter of fact tone of voice again.
	
"Okay, Sweetie, I'm listening."
	
"Like, I'm going back to the girls' home on Monday, right?"
	
"I'm sorry, I think you'll have to go back no matter what."
	
"Do you know that kids my age have a really hard time getting
adopted? Most people want to adopt babies or little kids." 
	
"Sure, I've heard that before, too."
	
"And you're real smart, but you don't think you'll be able to,
uh, adopt me either, right?"
	
"I'm afraid not, but I would love to adopt you, Chelsea. You've
reminded me how much I miss being with my daughters every day...
and I really do enjoy your company."
	
"So, this weekend might be, um, like, the only time I get to stay
with you ever, right?"
	
"Probably... right again, Sweetie   at least until you are
eighteen."
	
"Okay, this part is a like little embarrassing, but I feel like I
can talk to you about anything... so, uh, here goes." After a
pause to brace herself she continued, "I think I'm, like... one
of those people you were telling me about this morning   um, with
a strong sex drive... uh, what's that word? Horny?"
	
Somewhat shocked by her assertion, I asked, "Why would you think
that, Chelsea?
	
"Well, my coochie gets, like, real swollen and wet... a lot.
Sometimes it even, um, squishes when I walk. And my nipples get
hard and throbbing all the time, too, without me even thinking
about boys or sex. It happens a few times on most days, and some
mornings I, uh, wake up like that and just know it will be bad
all day. It won't go away once it starts; and it drives me, like,
crazy sometimes. I have to clean my coochie a lot to keep it from
smelling bad, too."

She paused again and I didn't know what to say. Then she added,
"I even talked to my doctor about it last year, but she didn't
see it, uh, as a problem. Other girls I talked to don't have it
happen, and they, like, teased me about it, so I stopped talking
about it. Jill showed me how to, uh, rub my button to get that
tingly feeling - and it helps a lot, but I have to do it, um,
over and over when it's bothering me. And it still feels like
something is missing. It's so frustrating, Mr. Sean!"
	
Not knowing what else to say, I hesitantly replied, "O-kay..."
	
"What girls talk about at the group home more than anything is,
um, boys and sex. I think I might be, like, the only thirteen
year old virgin there, and most of the older ones had sex by the
time they were my age. Some of them were, uh, raped by boys or
men when they were littler. Other girls felt like nobody loved
them and, when a boy, like, paid attention to them, they let him
do whatever he wanted. I haven't heard any stories about a girl
learning sex from, uh, a guy who really loved her."

"I understand," I replied. "That's sad to hear, Sweetie."

"The girls mostly talk about how much it hurt or how, like, bad
it was their first time... how the boy or man had fun but she
didn't. And then most of the guys, uh, just left the girl alone
right after they were done... A few of them liked it, though,
even though they felt used afterwards. Some of the girls don't
even like sex at all but they do it for, like, money or to get
things. If I keep going back to the home and foster families and
new neighborhoods, I know what will happen to me. I'll be, like,
raped by an older guy like that creepy foster dad or someone, or
I'll give in to some, uh, horny boy who, who doesn't even care
about me. And, since I'm so horny myself, it probably won't be
very long before it happens..."

When I didn't reply she fidgeted for a moment before adding in a
pleading tone, "I really want to know what it's like, Mr. Sean,
and I know you would be, uh, gentle with me and, like, make sure
I like it. I've wondered a lot about how it will be my first
time. But, if you don't help, uh, you can see what will happen to
me." She took a deep breath, paused and said, "Whew! That was a
lot of words!" She giggled at her last comment, and I realized
that she had been talking a mile a minute. She had obviously
thought this through, though.
	
"Sweetie, let me think about this for a minute." 

I sat there staring at the fire and sipping my wine, mentally
reviewing her reasoning   with images of her delicious young body
intruding on my thoughts now and then. Chelsea had made some good
points. Her life was in turmoil and, if she was as horny as she
said, (which her obvious arousal that afternoon appeared to
confirm), her chances of learning about love and sex in the
measured manner of a girl growing up in a stable loving
environment were pretty slim. If I couldn't adopt her, she was
going to have a rough start on life no matter which way it played
out; and I still couldn't see any way they would let me have her.
What could I do? If I accepted her offer I'd probably hate myself
later, but she would at least benefit from a pleasant
introduction to the love arts...
	
"Sweetie, I still can't live with the idea that you may grow up
to see what we did in a different light   blame me for taking
advantage of you and hate me. Somebody needs to be the adult
here, and I should act like one," I said firmly.
	
"Mr. Sean!" she said like an impassioned attorney addressing a
witness on the stand. "You've told me before that you like think
I'm like pretty smart, right?"
	
"Yes, Sweetie. You're very bright   maybe even brilliant   but
you still have a lot to learn."

"Yeah, I know... And you've also said I'm mature."

"Right again, Sweetie. You're very mature for your age."

"Do you really think I would ever, like, blame you when I know
that I'm the one trying to talk you into helping me? I'm not
going to see this any differently when I'm an adult," she said
with an incredulous tone.

I considered this for a moment before responding, "Maybe you're
right, but I still don't know if I could do it. It's
complicated."

"I'm ready to learn about sex, and I know I'll, like, find
someone soon who will teach me. The decision is, uh, if it will
be you, who I love and trust, or like, some other guy I don't
know very well   who might even hurt me, give me, um, a disease
or get me pregnant or something by lying to me about things."

I thought about what she said and really didn't have a counter to
her logic. That was the decision, wasn't it? "Chelsea, there are
also the legal problems to consider. I really don't want to go to
prison and be disgraced, Sweetie. What would my daughters,
clients and friends think if we ever got caught or you let it
slip   even accidentally? Just the suspicion would be terrible."
	
"I won't tell! I'm, like, better at keeping secrets than anybody,
Mr. Sean. Ask any of my friends."
	
"I'm pretty confident that you wouldn't intentionally tell
anyone, Sweetie, and I trust you enough to believe that you would
never speak with the authorities about it in the future. But all
it would take is for you to have a moment of pride or weakness
with a friend, or be under the influence of alcohol or drugs  
even, say, a few years from now   and mention it. If you let it
slip and the word got around, it would ruin my reputation and I
could go to prison for a long, long time. That would be a real
nightmare."
	
"I'll always be super careful, Mr. Sean. I promise. Pleeease!"
Her last words were accompanied by a hug and those irresistible
puppy dog eyes of hers looking up at me from my chest. I
instinctively hugged her back   relishing a surge in our energy.

	
"Another thought crossed my mind, Sweetie... Are you doing this
just to try to convince me to help you? If that's what it is, it
really isn't necessary. I've already decided I'll do whatever I
can to make your life better. And I promised I will." 
	
"Mr. Sean! I, like, never even thought of that! You never, uh,
took advantage of me when you could have... and I knew you wanted
to..." She added the latter a bit timidly casting her eyes
downward. She looked back up at me again and added softly with a
pleading whine, "I'm just really ready to know what it's like,
and I want it to be with you."
	
I could feel myself tipping over the edge. She was breaking down
my resistance and I knew it; but the offer was so tempting and
her reasoning did have merit   at least in my state of horniness
at the time. I knew, too, that I had loved her since she was a
tyke and I always would. Her mere presence could be felt to my
core, and I knew she felt it, too. She probably was as
hyper-sexual as she said, and I'd known people who claimed they
couldn't survive without sex for more than a day or so. 

I was trying to be objective but I rationalized instead, "If
she's going to do it soon anyway, why not give her the
opportunity to learn the art of love rather than fumbling through
the process with a pimply faced kid or having her first
experience forced by a molester or rapist?" 

I also knew I was super horny and I'd had a couple of drinks. I
so intensely desired her gorgeous little body that it was
affecting my logic - and my values. Was I benevolently thinking
of what was best for her under her circumstances taking the
strengths and weaknesses of her arguments into consideration, or
was I just thinking with my little head? To this day I can't
answer that question with any certainty...

She looked at me with such an adoring, warm and loving expression
that the last lingering tendrils of my resolve dissipated. The
magnetic energy was flowing and swirling between us and, without
giving it another thought, I drew her in to me for a kiss. She
threw her arms around my neck and plastered her face into mine,
meeting my kiss with enthusiasm but with a closed mouth and way
too much pressure. She was an obvious neophyte at this, but her
kiss was so heartfelt and her lips were so amazingly soft... 

I broke the kiss and gently explained to her that making love is
an art   like a dance that begins slowly and gradually builds to
its peaks. "Just follow my lead, Sweetie..." 

Our eyes met again, and I planted several tender kisses barely
brushing her lips   taking my time. My free hand was moving,
caressing her upper arm and shoulder slowly and lovingly. Then I
kissed her nose, her cheeks, her forehead, under her ears and
trailing down her slender neck... hearing purrs and little moans
of encouragement in response. 

It was time to try for another kiss. I slowly approached until
her baby soft lips yielded to mine. This time she responded
sensuously and, when I probed with the tip of my tongue, she took
my cue and relaxed - opening her mouth slightly to allow me
entrance. I teased her tongue into a slow dance and she quickly
caught on. Then I drew back slightly to murmur in a soft lover's
voice, "Wasn't that better, Darlin'?"
	
She replied in her own bedroom voice, "That felt... like,
wonderful, Mr. Sean!"
	
At that I felt a powerful surge of resistance well up from
within. "What am I doing? I can't do this!" I softly exclaimed,
gently pulling away from her.
	
She held me, captured me with her eyes again and whispered, "Mr.
Sean, we've like, already been through this, right?"

"I know... and I know I'm going to have some regrets if I go
through with this." There was a pregnant pause while I thought
about it...
	
"Do you think you can call me "Sean" when we're alone together,
Darlin'   and still remember it's "Mr. Sean" when we're with
other people? I can't make love to a girl who is calling me
mister," I added with a light chuckle.

"Sure... I can do that ...uh, Sean. Why did you, like, call me
Darlin' just now"? It was always "Sweetie" before."
	
"Sweetie is my pet name mostly for my daughters and other little
girls. Lovers I usually call darlin', babe, or honey. If this is
going to work, I can't keep thinking of you as a child." I was
stroking her silky fine soft hair as we spoke...
	
"Okay. I guess that, like, makes sense... Can we kiss again,
Sean?"
	
We kissed, the passion building higher this time. As we parted, I
mentioned, "You know, you don't have to ask before you do
something, Darlin'. Making love is an interactive sport. If you
want to kiss or touch me and we're alone together, just do it.
I'll let you know   or you'll be able to tell - if there is
something I don't like or don't want you to do at the time.
Okay?"
	
"Okay... But this is all, like, new to me, Sean, so I don't know
what to do. I haven't done anything before except for, uh,
playing with my nipples and rubbing my button some. You'll have
to show me how to do, like, everything."

 "That's fine, Darlin'. This is the deal. Making love is just
having fun and bringing your lover pleasure at the same time. We
explore each other's bodies to see what to turns the other person
on... or off - and go with the flow. It's not hard at all; we
guide each other about what feels good to us and we enjoy the
experience together. You should never feel like you're doing
anything you don't want to do just to make your lover happy."
	
Chelsea leaned in for another kiss and I responded. She was less
awkward this time, and our tongues twirled and probed in a nice
sensuous rhythm. My hands massaged her small back and sides while
hers were stroking my neck, shoulders and head, following my
lead. She hadn't worked out her breathing yet, and her kisses
were a little too loose and sloppy at times, but she was already
improving. 

My right hand slid up to cradle her supple breast and she moaned
sweetly as I softly tweaked and teased her hard nipple through
the layers of fabric. This time when we parted, she was flushed
and breathing harder. I planted little kisses all over her face
and neck again as she moaned in response. Then I stroked her baby
soft blonde hair and gave her another light kiss on her lips
before saying, "Let's go to my room, Darlin'." She nodded her
assent, so I swept her into my arms and she clung to my neck,
kissing me repeatedly wherever she could reach and melting into
me as I carried her, featherweight in my arms, down the hall. 

When we reached my room, I placed her on the bed sitting up. She
quickly kicked off her shoes and excitedly jumped up next to me
saying, "I can't wait to see your willy, Sean!" as she reached
for the zipper on the back of her dress. I kissed her again to
distract her before softly replying, "Let's not rush this,
Darlin'. For your first time with someone, it's always nice to
undress each other   unwrap the package and enjoy every moment of
exploring the new person and the experience you are sharing. This
is especially true if it's your first time ever. We've got plenty
of time, and there is no hurry."

"Okay," she responded agreeably as her eyes shined with the light
of love.

I leaned over and drew her in for a long lingering kiss -
caressing her back again before sliding my hands down to her
amazingly soft and firm little ass cheeks   massaging and
stroking them through her clothing. I could just about palm a
cheek of her bantam bubble butt in each hand. Her arms were
wrapped around my neck and her fingers were running through my
hair again. She moaned into our kiss and molded herself into me
in response. I could feel my hard cock sandwiched between us -
begging for attention. Of course, she could feel it, too. 
	
I reached up with my right hand and began easing her zipper down
an inch at a time until it stopped just above the curve of her
ass   still in the midst of our extended passionate kiss, but now
with my hands caressing her almost bare back. 

When we parted, she leaned back   the top of her hips and abdomen
pressing against my bulging crotch   and began slowly unbuttoning
my shirt. As she got lower, she stepped back to pull it out of my
slacks, and I helped her tug the tail out. She released the last
couple of buttons and slid her arms around me for a hug -
pressing her warm cheek against my bare chest. 

I slowly slid one hand down her back to cup her firm little ass
again, through soft cotton panties this time - massaging those
amazingly tender orbs in turn as our passion flared. She planted
dabbing little kisses on my chest, moaning in pleasure and
squirming her ass back into my hand before looking up into my
eyes and professing, "Sean, I love you sooo much!" 
	
I kissed her hard and long before replying, "I love you, too,
Chelsea   more than anyone." We melted together and languished in
the warm energy flowing between us. 
	
I realized the ambience of the room wasn't right for what we were
doing, so I suggested, "Let's get the lighting set and put on
some music, Darlin'." With her nod of assent I released her and
reached over to click the three-way lamp on the nightstand to its
lowest setting   forty watts. Chelsea asked, "Would you like more
wine or brandy, Sean? I think I want some ginger ale."
	
"Sure, Darlin'. Wine would be great. Catch that light switch on
your way by. It's too bright in here." My eyes followed her as
she walked across the room - with her dress still on but unzipped
to the top of her butt. She reached over to flip the light switch
as she passed and then, glancing back to confirm I was watching,
gave me an exaggerated little wiggle of her ass as she squealed
in delight and disappeared into the hallway. The sight of her
open-backed dress with just a few inches of her bra strap and the
top of her plain blue cotton panties showing was less revealing
than seeing her in a bathing suit. However, it was incredibly
sexy and my hard-on throbbed in response. 
	
I turned my attention to music. Tuning in a radio station I
thought she might like, I set the volume low enough for us to
converse in soft tones and looked around to see if anything was
missing. I gathered a clean bath towel and two hand towels from
the linen closet, tossing the larger towel on the far side of the
bed and hanging one hand towel over the headboard and the other
thinner one over the top of the lamp shade to dampen the
brightness. 

I was sitting on the bed removing my shoes when she returned with
our drinks. She had topped off my wine for me. I thanked her as I
stood to accept it and added a quick kiss to seal the deal. We
toasted again and took a sip of our drinks before placing our
glasses on the nightstand. Turning back to me, she asked about
the towels with a glance in the direction of the bed, and I
reminded her that there are fluids in sex and things can get
messy, (staying away from the issue of potential blood). She
nodded her understanding and caressed my chest   running her
fingers through the hair. 

I hadn't even decided if I was going to take her virginity yet.
Sending her back to Hope House without a hymen could be
problematic, and I knew it might not even come up anyway. All I
intended at that juncture was to introduce her to sexual play.
	
She came to me, and we shared another long passionate kiss. My
hands wandered across her lower back and ass before drifting
upward to lift the shoulders of her dress and peel them over her
shoulders. She stepped back a step and shimmied to help as I
knelt like a squire on a single knee to draw it down her
fascinating little body until it fell free. She stepped out of
it, and I pulled her in to kiss her stomach, which tickled enough
that she twisted away. I noticed the crotch of her panties had a
damp spot clinging to her pussy... 

As I stood, she reached for my belt and freed it easily. Then she
unbuttoned the waist flap and looked puzzled when it wasn't fully
free, so I helped with the inner fastener hook. She dropped to
both knees on the carpet to pull my zipper down and assist me out
of my pants. Then she looked up and squealed, "This is sooo fun,
Sean! It IS like opening a present!" 

I smiled and reached down to stroke her hair and cheek without
answering as I stepped out of my pants. As strong a hard-on as I
could ever recall having was tenting my boxers and she
tentatively reached out to touch it as she glanced up for
approval. A little smile and nod from me signaled that it was
okay... and I stroked her cheek with my fingertips for good
measure. 

She traced the outline of my dick lightly through cotton boxers
with her right hand, and then she stood to hug and kiss me with
her hand remaining between us tentatively exploring its shape.
"It's so huge! That won't fit inside me yet, will it?" she asked
in disbelief. 
	
"I don't think we can even try that, Darlin'. I'm sure they
examined you when they picked you up; and they know you're a
virgin. There'll be even more questions to answer if you go back
without your hymen and they discover it. But, in answer to your
question, a female's vagina stretches enough to give birth to a
baby if you think about it. I'm sure your body is mature enough
to handle me without a problem." She didn't appear convinced.
"Really... my dick is about average in size. It's a little over
six inches long and less than two inches thick. There are men
whose penises are much larger - up to about twice as long and a
lot thicker; and there are women your size who can handle them
with practice   or so I hear, anyway. Fitting in you isn't the
issue, Darlin', but your hymen is. There are other ways to make
love that I'm pretty sure you'll enjoy."
	
"Like fingering, jerking off... and licking or, like, sucking?"
she said as her eyes gleamed and that cute impish grin
resurfaced. She noticed I still had my socks on and dropped to
her knees again.
	
"You have been hearing about things, Darlin'," I whispered as I
balanced myself lightly on her shoulders and lifted each foot in
turn to allow her to pull off the socks. Then she stood again and
we flowed together into a passionate embrace and kiss. I picked
her up, sat on the bed and laid her in the middle   turning
myself to lie down beside her as I did - with one arm still
crooked under her neck   all while continuing our kiss. Then I
paused to admire the sight of her incredibly tender young body,
still in panties and bra, and briefly reflected upon the
circumstances leading to this precious little gift in my bed...

I spread kisses over her neck and ears as my hands roamed her
body on a mission to locate pleasure spots, (so many more of them
due to her sensitive youthful nervous system). I massaged her
little bullet breasts with my right hand and played with her
nipples through her bra before unhooking it in a practiced
one-handed maneuver with my left. I lifted the bra away revealing
those tight little light cream colored cones standing straight
out and rising to puffy pink areolas crowned by stiff slightly
darker pink nipples. She raised her arms so I could slip the
straps off, and I tossed the bra behind me onto the carpet. 

My hand moved back to her breasts, teasing them, massaging them
and tweaking her nipples... moving back and forth between those
small mammary toys straining against tautly stretched skin - so
unlike the overly soft breasts of a mature woman. We passionately
kissed yet again. 

Chelsea arched her back and drew a broken breath as I kissed her
neck just under her ear and, when I gently kissed and then blew
softly into that ear, she purred and whispered, "Wow!" shivering
slightly as the sensations coursed through her. Then she spoke,
"That sent a chill, like, all the way down my body!" I worked my
way down, leaving a trail of kisses mixed with tongue-tip licks
from her neck to the hollow of her collar bone, (which also made
her shiver), to her shoulder and, finally, reaching her right
breast. Her fingers continued running through my hair following
the movements of my head. 

I massaged her young breast as I kissed it   swirling my tongue
around her nipple and areola before tenderly sucking it in as she
pulled my head tighter against her. Her sighs, moans and words of
encouragement increased in intensity. 

While the latter was happening, my hand wandered down her stomach
  tickling her again, but not as badly   and paused as I sensed
the texture through her thin panties of the scattered downy pubic
hair on the rise of her mons. I lightly scratched her there with
just my fingernails as I worked her nipple over   pulsing gentle
sucks combined with flicking and teasing inside my mouth - before
kissing my way across her shallow valley to her other crowned
cone while rolling her onto her back for easier reach. 

Her eyes were closed and her expression was ecstatic   face, neck
and chest now completely flushed. Her hands were still stroking
my hair and her breathing had quickened. Her heart was pounding
at full speed as she totally immersed herself in the new
sensations surging through her young body. She arched her back
again - little ohs, ahs, moans and grunts springing from her lips
as she quietly urged me to continue. "Sean, that feels sooo good!
I can feel it all the way to my coochie." she panted at one
point. The energy flowing so easily between us was unlike
anything in my experience.
	
"Mmmmmm," I replied continuing to gently suck and lick a
delicious swollen bud before working my way back to the other to
give it more attention. I was still scratching her teasingly
towards the top of her mons veneris, and I moved my hand lower,
massaging the top of her labia through her panties in small
circles with the pads of my fingers... slowly drifting lower as
she spread her legs wider for me and haltingly whispered,
"Don't... stop..." 

I slid my fingers across the thin moist layer of cottony material
covering those incredibly soft labia to the soaked gusset of her
panty. Cupping her there, I squeezed her entire pussy slowly,
rhythmically and sensually   totally attuned to her energy and
responses and matching the rhythm of the slow tune on the radio.
I reversed my path to slip under the waistline of her panties...
gliding back down to her bare smooth pussy to massage her springy
labia before drawing a single finger up through her dripping wet
cleft as she ground her pussy into my hand   moaning...
panting... squirming in pleasure... 

Her young pussy was incredibly soft, tender and juicy under my
fingertips. By lightly squeezing her clitoral hood at its base
between my thumb and finger, I caught her clit and gently jacked
it through the thicker encasing of flesh. Then I slid my finger
across her vestibule to her bubbling vagina to coat it with more
lubricating fluids before easing it back up to rub circles around
her now extended clit - without touching it   breaking the
pattern with rubbing motions across its hood from side to side in
rhythm. In less than a minute she was overcome by the combined
sensual bombardment on her young pussy and nipples, and she
stiffened and convulsed as her first real orgasm swept through
her body. The expression on her small face was so wantonly
sensual that it seemed surreal as she squealed, "Oh, my god!"
drawling it out into a lengthy moan.

I continued to massage her pussy   rhythmically squeezing her
whole package with my hand - one finger pressed into her soaked
slit -  as I sucked hungrily at her nipples trying to extend the
contractions of pleasure rippling through her body... until she
twisted away   too sensitive - and collapsed in panting repose. I
planted light kisses all over her shoulders and neck   now
covered with a thin film of sweet sweat   as I thought about how
much fun a female with a quick trigger can be and how long it had
been since I'd been with one. 

Maybe she was as hypersexual as she thought - or maybe she was
just really worked up, which was true in either case. She
recovered after a short while, lifted her head and met me halfway
for another long passionate kiss. Upon parting, she caught her
breath and said in amazement - in that small musical voice of
hers - "Mr. Se... err... uh, Sean, that was, like, sooo awesome!
It never felt like that when I did it!"
	
I replied in my deeper pillow talk voice, "That's only the
appetizer, Darlin'. I'm sure there are even better orgasms in
you, and we'll see what it takes to bring them out." 
	
"Wow!" was all she could think to say. I sat up and reached for
the waistband of her panties. She lifted her butt then shifted
her legs so I could slide them off of her. "Can I, like, see your
willy now?" she asked brightly as I, without even thinking,
raised her panties to my nose to savor the scent of her fresh
fluids. Chelsea wrinkled her cute little nose and said, "Guys
must like that smell, huh? It's kind of gross to me..."
	
"Yes, Darlin', I love the fresh aromas and flavors of a woman -
like most guys do. And you're right; those odors can sometimes
get a little ripe   "gross", as you say - with exposure to the
air for too long." 
	
After a pause, I added, "Chelsea, I'm curious. You've heard some
pretty rough girls talking about sex, and I'm sure you've heard
other words than willy and coochie for those body parts."
	
"I know... I know words like pussy, cunt, twat... dick, um,
boner, cock and some other ones. They all just sound kind of
crude to me, so I like my words better." She was so cheerful and
upbeat that I wasn't going to try to sway her.
	
"Okay, that's fine. Some lovers have pet names for her, uh,
coochie and his willy. Maybe we can think about that." 
	
I rolled onto my back, and she shifted until she was hovering
over me supported by her arm on my chest. She leaned in for
another kiss as her hand massaged my pecs - pausing to lightly
pinch and pull on my nipples. She was a quick study and didn't go
straight for my dick   increasing the anticipation. Her kiss was
even more sensuous this time, attesting to her innate talent for
the love arts   or maybe to the way her brain instantly
integrated new knowledge. 

She moved on, mostly mirroring what I had done for her   planting
little kisses on my face and neck before returning for another
warm kiss - tongues probing... exploring and teasing each other.
I stroked her head, hair, neck and back... and sides, as she took
over   my roaming hands still seeking out pleasure points and
responding to her audible and physical reactions.

Her right hand explored my torso lower and lower until it eased
under the waistband of my boxers to touch my solid shaft of
flesh. She curiously traced its length with her finger and thumb
- around the circumcised crown and down the sides - stopping when
she reached its base. "It feels, um, so spongy soft and warm on
the outside and, like, real hard underneath... I don't, uh, know
what to do, Sean..." she added with a whiney little girl tone.
	
"Well, it will probably be easier if we take off my boxers," I
responded. She sat up to remove them, and I assisted when she
needed it. She quickly deduced that she needed to hold my dick
down against my body to get the elastic waistband over it. 

When she saw it in the light after tossing my shorts aside, she
gasped, "I've never seen, like, an adult willy before   not hard,
anyway. I saw my Daddy's one time when he was, um, drying off
after a shower and forgot to lock the door, but it looked soft
and it was like hanging down then... It's so beautiful!" she
added just looking it over. My pubic hair was trimmed fairly
short, and the base of my dick was shaved. I maintained it that
way out of habit even though I hadn't had a sexual partner in a
long time.
	
"Thanks, Darlin'. Now I can show you a few things." I taught her
how to grasp the shaft and stroke it   coaching her on the
pulsing upstroke pressure and slow speed I like the best until I
get close. A drop of precum oozed from the head, and she wiped it
off with a fingertip - testing its slippery texture by rubbing it
between her thumb and finger. 

I started to tell her what it was, but she interjected that she
had learned about it in sex ed. While explaining the sensitive
head and frenulum to her and how to stimulate a man there, I
pointed them out. I also cautioned her about my balls and being
extra gentle when playing with them - letting her know it does
feel great if it's done with care. 

As she was exploring and studying my package, she was applying
her new knowledge. The sensations of those soft delicate hands
were simply exquisite as she got back to stroking me. She asked
what to do when it shot, and I explained how I liked to do it
when I jerk off. Once it seemed like she was getting more
comfortable in her play, I slid her torso around so I could reach
her pussy, ass and legs, too. 

She said, "I want to see it, like, squirt... can I?"
	
"Sure, Darlin'. Just keep stroking like that and it will happen.
I'll tell you when I'm close and it's time to speed up. It won't
take long this time. You've had me on the edge of exploding all
day long." That raised a questioning look from her as she
giggled.
	
Chelsea smiled self-consciously, sat up a little and began slow
full rhythmic strokes like I'd shown her   squeezing a little
harder on the upstroke and relaxing her grip some on the down
stroke... milking it in rhythm. She leaned in to plant a wet kiss
on the helmet explaining, "It's just too cute." 

Meanwhile, I was stroking her legs and ass gently and staring at
that little pussy of hers. I would soon get to taste that
firsthand. She thoughtfully had her left knee cocked to provide
me with access and a view. 

Another drop of precum surfaced as she arose from kissing the
spongy head one time, and she dipped to tentatively taste it with
the tip of her tongue. Then she looked back at me to comment with
a little smile, "It doesn't taste too bad. I might even get to
like it." 

The sensations were taking me home, so I asked her to speed up
the strokes and told her she might want to move out of the line
of fire so she wouldn't get hit in the face.  She scooted around
a little to get ready   then mostly out of my reach   and
continued. She was a little awkward in her stroke and grip, so I
needed to coach her to grasp it a little firmer and stroke a
little faster. 

Within a minute, I was past the point of no return. I convulsed
and groaned in pleasure exclaiming, "Aaaaaahhhh!" as the first
thick stream arced over my belly painting a six inch streak on my
chest and waves of pleasure pulsed through my body. She had a
look of total amazement and broke her rhythm momentarily before
realizing it and returning her attention to pumping through my
orgasm as I had asked her. The second shot landed near my navel
and a third a little short of that before she slowed her pace -
pumping and squeezing out my remaining cum as it dribbled and
oozed down across her fingers and hand. 

When it was over, I asked her to stop because the head became too
sensitive. Chelsea exclaimed in wonder, "Wow! That was sooo
awesome, Sean!! I never knew there could, like, be so much!"

When I caught my breath I smiled encouragingly and said, "That
was great, Darlin'! Thank you so much."
	
She looked at her hand, coated with creamy cum, then gave me that
little mischievous look again as she raised it to her mouth and
tested it with the tip of her tongue. Her expression told me she
didn't dislike the taste, and she scooped up a little more with
her tongue for an even better sample before asking, "What do we
do with all of this mess, Sean?" in her matter of fact tone. 

I handed her the smaller towel I had prepared earlier, and she
cleaned me up - without prompting but with a comment, "Oh look,
he's getting, like, much smaller now... and softer. I think I
want to call him "Brock", that's a good strong guy name, huh?"

"Then Brock he is, Darlin'."
	
Then she settled into me to cuddle and discuss her new
experiences. She had an afterglow from her orgasm coupled with
the excitement of getting me off. Soon, she asked, "Can we, uh,
do it again, Sean? Or can you show me, like, other things?"
	
"Well, Darlin', it takes guys a little while to recover before
they can cum again. Some girls can keep going and going like the
Duracell bunny. For me, around twenty minutes will do it most of
the time after the first shot. I've got an idea... why don't we
freshen up a little, maybe clean up the kitchen and have some
dessert? It's still early, and we have plenty of time."

"That sounds good," she replied. "I do feel a little sticky." I
remained reclined on the bed watching as she picked up the soiled
hand towel, scrambled off the end of the bed - providing me with
a memorable view of her flawless little ass cheeks bisected below
by her puffy blushing teen twat. She walked naked into my
bathroom and closed the door as I watched. I paused for a minute
cementing that angelic vision into my brain cells before getting
up. As I was leaving the room, I heard the toilet flush and water
running in the sink before it was masked by hard rain once again
pelting the windows. 

A few minutes later my young lover joined me in the kitchen where
I was doing the dishes. I had wondered if she would modestly
dress before coming out, but she was still nude, too - and
smiling head to toe like females in post-orgasmic bliss are prone
to do. She set about storing the leftovers in plastic containers
or zip-lock bags and putting them away as she chattered on about
the "awesome meal" and reviewed with amazement her new
experiences. Among other things, she exclaimed, "It was sooo
awesome seeing Brock squirt like that! And, "Oh my God, my
coochie is still tingling!" 

What a joy it was to go about simple chores with her bare nubile
form on display. Her somewhat gawky movements infused with
elements of mature grace were reminders of her tender age and
caused another momentary pang of guilt I quickly suppressed. When
she leaned over to put something on the bottom shelf of the
fridge, it impressed me that those taut little cones of hers did
not sag or sway even a millimeter. I turned around after closing
the dishwasher, and she embraced my torso and melted into me
again with her warm cheek nestled into my chest. God, how I
treasured that feeling! I returned her warm hug, tenderly
enfolding her into my being. She stepped away, looked down at my
still soft but hanging thick member before lifting it in her palm
and addressing it, "Hey, Brock. We're going to have more fun
tonight, huh?" She ducked and sealed the contract with a quick
kiss to its helmet and a giggle.  I chuckled as she looked up at
me with her twinkling eyes before leaning down to lovingly kiss
those succulent lips once again, lingering only for a moment this
time. Drawing away, I said, "I love you, Chelsea." 

She looking at me with those soulful eyes and replied. "I love
you, too, Sean... soooo much. Thank you."

"For what?"

"Everything."

After making a cup of instant Vienna cappuccino for me and a hot
chocolate from another foil envelope for her, we sat again at the
table   naked this time   eating our chilled mini-clairs. They
were superb with flakey crusts and just the right balance of
flavors, which surprised me since they had come from the super
market bakery.  Conversation revolved around the weather, my
work, her school and reminiscing about things we had done with
her as a part of our family years before. Chelsea's complete lack
of self-consciousness about nudity under what must have been
totally foreign circumstances to her was an affirmation of the
mystical bond we shared.

There was a comfortable lull in the conversation before she
meekly asked, "Sean, I know I, like, talked you into this and,
um, you were real worried about it. Do you feel better now?

"Darlin', I feel great about you... us. I'm going to have second
thoughts and feel guilty about it now and then   that's
unavoidable, but I'm enjoying your company so much I'm willing to
deal with it when it happens."

"I really love everything we've, um, done today, Sean! This is,
like, the best day of my whole life   ever!" I smiled in response
as she beamed at me with a toothpaste commercial smile that would
light anyone up.

"Can we go back to your room now or, um, sit on the couch
again?"

"Sure. Let's put these dishes away so we don't have to look at
them in the morning." We got that done quickly, and I started the
dishwasher.

On our way back to the room I looked down at the slender coltish
naked form clinging to my side and guilt struck me again. Once
again I pushed the negative thought into the farthest reaches of
my mind while knowing just as deeply that this weekend would
weigh heavily on my conscience for long to come.  

Chelsea put on a Back Street Boys CD she retrieved from Britney's
collection while I took a sip of my wine. Fortunately, she
followed my cue and left it playing softly in the background. She
was on her side cuddled into me with her head on my right arm,
which cradled her while I idly caressed her low back and ass with
that hand. Meanwhile, she was casually playing with Brock, who
was quickly coming to life again, before craning her neck and
scooting up a few inches to kiss me. I met her lips and felt her
squeeze my rod harder as the kiss turned passionate with tongues
probing and dancing... our breaths quickening.

When we broke the kiss, she asked, "Sean, will you, like, show me
how to suck on Brock? I want to learn how to do that..."  

"Hmmm, I think it would be better if I lick on "Tina" first.
That's what I've decided to call her," I replied. 
	
"Awesome! That's, like, a cool name, too... And I've wondered
what that feels like."

"Good... since my neck was bothering me some earlier in the week,
I don't want to push it, Darlin'. I think it'll work better for
this old guy if you're on the edge of the bed. I'll show you." 

"You're not old, Sean!" 

"Not grandpa old, Darlin', but I do have kinks in my body that
weren't there a few years ago." I kissed her, another passionate
kiss with tongues probing and teasing... hands roaming. She was
getting much better at that already. 
	
Then I asked her to lay back and get comfortable as I dropped a
firm pillow on the carpet for my knees. I leaned over to kiss her
  standing between her spread knees and supported by my arms  
and then worked my way down to suck and play with her nipples for
a while to get her juices flowing again, which didn't take much
with Chelsea...

I knelt on the pillow, scooted her more to the edge, and stroked
and massaged both of her legs, draped over the side of the bed,
from her thighs to her feet simultaneously. Picking up her right
foot, I massaged and kissed it before sucking her big toe into my
mouth. She sighed, but then started and squirmed when I touched
the arch. She was way too ticklish there. 

I moved on, massaging, licking and kissing her ankle   so narrow
I could touch the tips of my thumb and middle around just above
it - then her calf, her knee, and her inner thigh, stopping short
of my goal. She responded with little sounds of pleasure, tremors
and sighs... Her breathing became faster and more ragged, and her
face and chest flushed to a deeper shade of red. When I found
ticklish spots, I moved on quickly to keep from breaking the
spell. I gave her other leg similar treatment, slowly working my
way from her ankle to her upper thigh while skipping her too
ticklish foot and other overly sensitive spots I'd found. 
	
It was time for the main event in this stage of her experience,
but I was determined to take my time, enjoy my first virgin feast
and tease her to heights of ecstasy she'd never imagined
possible. I lifted both legs by her ankles and folded them back -
spreading them and tilting her pussy up in the process.  I asked,
and she held her knees in that classic wide open frog-like
position females and babies find so natural and comfortable. 

I paused to admire this view of her treasures in speechless awe.
Her puffy labia were engorged with blood and her butterfly wing
inner labia were peeled open like a flower exposing her gaping
vagina (if you can call an opening of about three sixteenths of
an inch "gaping"). 

A little puddle of juices rose through her vagina to its rim, and
the aroma was simply mesmerizing. The pearl of her clit was
raising a bump at the opening to its hiding place but had not yet
surfaced. Below, the darker pinkish peach knot of her anus was
the only pigmentation in sight   everything else around it was
that clear smooth very white skin of hers - reddened by her
arousal, of course. 

The Band-Aid was still on her bump, but I could tell through a
single brushing touch that it had already receded, well on its
way to healing. I imprinted the wondrous image of her virgin
pussy and ass on my brain forever. 

Then I reached up with my left hand across her abdomen to access
her breasts so I could tweak and tease her nipples as I worked
her up. I began near her right knee - kissing, licking with just
the tip of my tongue and nibbling my way slowly down her thigh to
the edge of her pussy before trailing my tongue up along the
crease of her thigh and swirling it over the pad of her labia
(avoiding her bump). 

I drew the edge of her inner labia on that side into my mouth,
lightly sucking and kissing it    ignoring her little jerky
tilting motions attempting to steer me to her center. I was
attuned to her moans and sighs broken by occasional sharp intakes
of breath coupled with little exclamations of, "Ooh!" "Mmmm!" or
"Oh, yes!" I applied every thread of knowledge I had gained
through the years to tantalizing her tender flesh. She squirmed
in delight and her pelvis was trembling, mini-thrusting and
sporadically convulsing in anticipation of my attentions reaching
her sweet spot. Across the top I nuzzled her mons and planted
nibbling kisses. Her nipples were hard as pebbles as I used two
fingers and my thumb from the top to lightly pinch and stretch
them out in turn mimicking the motions of a baby's mouth. 

Next, I trailed the tip of my tongue in little swirls back down
that same labia   dipping lower to tongue her sweet rosebud for a
moment, eliciting more encouraging sounds and tremors indicating
a small orgasm was overtaking her. I was pleased she had not been
revolted by the experience. On the contrary, she began pressing
and thrusting her nether orifice against my tongue trying to get
it inside her, but it was way too tight for that soft tool. 

A trickle of nectar dripped onto my tongue and I lapped up her
perineum to savor more of that delicious ambrosia. Then I began
licking and kissing my way back up the leg crease and outer side
of her labia on the left - punctuating the tongue action with
little nibbling kisses now and then before taking my time sucking
and licking along its length as I had its twin. 

Again I avoided the ultimate targets of her clit and vagina in my
quest to tantalize and tease her towards an orgasm she would not
soon forget. I noticed that her clit was now fully emerged  
glistening with moisture and lighter pink in color than its
surrounding tissue. 

Mini-orgasms were steadily rippling through her petite form
causing her clit to duck inside momentarily before resurfacing. I
began playing my way slowly up her left thigh until she finally
moaned in her sweet voice, "Sean, pleeease..." punctuated by a
full body tremor.

I lifted my head and softly replied, "Okay, Darlin'. You're going
to love this, but it'll be even better for you if you take over
playing with your nipples so I can concentrate on this end." 

She immediately began massaging her breasts and pinching and
tugging at her swollen buds, while light pressure from my hands
on the backs of her thighs was enough to hold her dainty flexible
legs in position. 
	
My little lover had developed a thin sheen of sweat, and her
face, neck, and the top of her chest were brightly flushed. I saw
that her vagina had overflowed again and a drip of her juices was
running down across her perineum to her anus. I leaned in and
caught the drip at her rosebud, inducing a little moan and a
squirm of pleasure. 

Then I flattened my tongue to give her a broad slow lick from her
nether hole upward between her labia and across her engorged clit
and its now flared hood. That earned me an extended panting moan
interrupted by sharp intakes of breath - along with
mini-contractions and a shivering wave of pleasure coursing
through her. Her eyes were closed and her face showed the slack
features of total abandonment to her desires.

I gently sucked her hood between my lips and swirled my tongue
around it inside my mouth just once   brushing the tip of my
tongue over her clit as it orbited the package and feeling her
contract harder and shudder again as her moans increased in
volume. 

I dipped the pinky finger of my free hand in her juices and
rubbed her rosebud while I was at it   pressing at the entrance
now and then as she rocked her hips to meet it. Then I slid my
tongue down through her vestibule and dipped into her vagina to
prime the flow of that divine nectar. Her flavor was
incomparable... It was much subtler than that of a mature woman
and tinged with a sweet spiciness I couldn't place.

The next step was sucking and kissing her labia again, first one
side   a quicker passage this time with a few laps, flicks and
swirls of my tongue on her clit as I crossed at the top   before
descending the other side. 

Returning to her vagina, I speared it with my tongue encountering
her hymen just inside the rim and then got into a very shallow
tongue fucking rhythm stimulating her opening. She was steadily
emitting dribbles of her precious fluids, and I lapped at them
like a starving kitten with a bowl of milk. She rocked her hips -
thrusting her pelvis upward seeking to create more pressure
against her pussy and ass or more depth of my tongue in her
vagina. 

Finally, I licked upwards, clamped my lips over her whole
clitoral hood and began rhythmically sucking it... flicking and
swirling my tongue around and around her clit below inside my
mouth. I slid the pinky of my right hand through her soaked slit
and pressed it through her sphincter just past the first knuckle.
Holding it there as I sucked the top of her pussy in and out   in
and out - pulses on a beat - strumming her clit inside with my
tongue. Her moans and pants quickly built to a feverish wail, and
she exploded. Her pussy flooded with juices, her whole body
stiffened and trembled, her toes curled, her chest heaved, and
her lower belly contracted spasmodically over and over. My
finger, still in her ass, felt every contraction clearly   from
the strong clamping ones at the beginning to the less violent but
still strong spasms... to the slowing and weakening pulses. The
same pulses were communicated through my lips and tongue. 

Coming from her mouth through all of this were cries of "YES!
YES!" "Oh, my God!" and "Aaaaahhhhh!" - in diminishing volume. I
fought to keep my lips locked on her clit as she convulsed and
continued to suck through the strongest contractions before
changing to slow flicking and swirling tongue and sucking actions
away from her withdrawn clit as aftershock orgasmic waves
continued to wrack her tiny body   slowing then. As I drew away
momentarily, I was mesmerized by the sight of her tight
glistening pink opening contracting rhythmically like an inner
chamber of a pulsing heart. My finger slipped out of her ass and
I didn't try to put it back while I repeatedly kissed her
throbbing pussy   avoiding the centers of her sensitivity.

She finally twisted away and curled into a ball on her side as
the tingling waves of pleasure, though much diminished and
slower, kept rolling through her. I molded myself to her slight
form from behind and just cuddled her... hugging and softly
stroking her while gently nibbling and kissing her shoulders,
neck and head. Well over two minutes after her big orgasm peaked,
she whispered, "Oh, my God, it's still going..." She was left a
sweat soaked heap of euphoria as she recovered in my arms. When
her breathing finally calmed, she turned her head towards me and
crooned in her soprano tones, "Wow! That was like, sooo
incredible, Sean! How could you do that?"
	
I responded in the pianissimo murmur of entwined lovers, "It's
your body, Darlin', and not all females are as orgasmic as you.
I've just learned a few tricks over the years to help get you
there   and to try to make it last a little longer when it hits."
She didn't respond at first. She just clung to my arm while she
absorbed what I'd said before rolling over and presenting me with
a warm loving kiss   completely melting into my soul. The she
added, "Sean, I love you," simply and with all of her heart.  
	
I just hugged her tightly and kissed her again. She dreamily
said, "I'm, like, so beat. Can I just lay here for a while?"
	
"Sure," I replied. We laid together with her cradled in my arms,
until I realized she was out. I slid my arm from under her neck
without awakening her, and quietly arose from the bed. I gazed
down at her curled nude form - so childlike in her sleep. Her
relaxed cheek, thick with the moist flesh of youth, had a fanned
spray of her fine blonde hair splayed across it. Her full lips
were slightly parted and she was breathing evenly in contented
sleep. I drew the sheet over her, turned off the lights and music
and closed the door behind me as I left her to her dreams.

I washed my hands and poured myself three fingers of an
eighteen-year-old Glenlivet to sip on, plopping in a couple of
ice cubes. I intended to savor it while setting about
straightening up the house a little. My mind was racing, changing
topics - or my perceptions of them as I mentally reviewed the
events of the past twenty-eight hours or so. 

I'd been left horny after eliciting that "Big O" from her, but I
had cum earlier and the night was intended to be all about her,
anyway. I knew she would want to explore her sexuality more the
next day, so I decided to save it rather than jerk off. 
	
I vacillated between castigating myself for selfishly taking
advantage of an innocent young girl, to reminding myself that she
had twenty years in our state to cause me legal nightmares, to
patting myself on the back for helping a blossoming young
woman-child so thoroughly enjoy her first interactive sexual
experience. She had minimal prospects of finding that in her
current world, and it was pretty obvious that she was in dire
need of sexual attention. 

I mentally debated every angle of the issues - reviewing each
episode since she came and thinking of what I might have done to
keep it from progressing to the next stage while arguing in each
instance that the particular event I was considering evolved the
only way it could have under the circumstances, except for,
perhaps, my decision that morning to let her stay after all and
the Scrabble game when she appeared to have words with sexual
connotations in mind and found them. 

I mentally reviewed her story for Monday running through the
possibilities while shamefully realizing that by agreeing to let
her stay and assisting in the deception I wasn't teaching her the
right life lessons. 

I skipped to what I could possibly do to help her escape the
social system taking her in the wrong direction - knowing her
exposure to mostly rough girls at the Hope House and temporary
stays in various neighborhoods   ever the new kid on the block -
wasn't going to help her realize her potential in life and would
most likely lead her into a downward spiral. 

Mostly I reflected on the incredible bond I had with that little
girl and the amazing energy that flowed symbiotically between us
 totally encompassing us like something I'd never dreamed
possible. I knew I was completely in love with Chelsea, and that
alone would govern my actions into the future. 

The high point she brought to my life would pass quickly even if
there was a chance to be alone with her again. She would age,
wish to socialize with and date kids her own age, and go on to
college, adulthood, a career, marriage, kids... who knows? I
wanted that for her more than anything. If I could just find a
way to break the path it looked like she was on, maybe she could
be a somewhat "normal" teen and have a real chance at life  
especially with her many talents. (No, I wasn't thinking of her
sexual abilities at the time.) 

Finally, the scotch did its work and my mind settled some. I sat
for a few minutes longer waiting for it to really slow while I
sipped the last of the spirits. Then I shut down the condo and
joined Chelsea in bed where she was sleeping soundly. She was
still turned away from my side of the bed, so I cuddled spoon
fashion to her under the sheet. My final thought was how tiny she
felt in my embrace. I recall dreams that night of the sexy little
morsel in my arms who so desperately needed me.   

I woke up once to find my hard-on was wedged into the open
V-notch between her thighs and pussy, its top encased by her warm
wet labia. I easily resisted the fleeting urge to penetrate her,
turned over, and went back to sleep   ignoring my erection
because I knew it would fade...

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