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Hey gang:
I've had a lot of requests for my other writings, so I'm going to start
posting them one-by-one. Here is something that I started. I'd love
feedback (positive and negative) and want to know if anyone is interested in
me writing further chapters.
Also, if anyone has time to act as an editor, I'd be eternally grateful!
Thanks,
CovertScribe
CovertScribe@gmail.com
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~MaryKay~
Her incessant voice drones on and on. Just when I'm about to think that
"happy hug time" is over and we can get down to business, she pulls out
another pink ribbon and starts in with "this person is someone I believed in
from the start because...". I mean, really, what is the point? So we all
have warm fuzzies and hug. Does that sell product?
Actually, in this industry it does. You see, I'm a man and I happen to be a
Mary Kay consultant. And no, I'm not gay if that's what you're thinking.
VERY not gay. It's just that a girlfriend of mine had one of those parties
once and I showed up as a favor to her. Then I saw how crazy women go over
this stuff and I knew I could sell it 10 times better than the consultant
there. I mean, I've always had a way with middle aged women, and even now
at 25 they still adore me.
So I'm sitting here at our weekly training meeting trying to get something
done, but first we have to get through "Team Encouragement", where we give
awards for top sales, top sponsoring, top point earner, top effort, biggest
dildo user. OK, OK, the last one is mine. But I'm sure that none of these
old hags has gotten any in several years and I'm sure they all should own
stock in vibrator factories, from the way they talk. The average age here
must be over 40. Not a nice bit of skin anywhere for a guy to look at.
Strike that. In walks my leader Joni's daughter Melissa. She's 14 and
honestly pretty good looking. Her tits have already filled out and she's
got a nicely rounded figure. Not the skinny-as-hell look I normally go for,
but still very attractive. And she loves to interrupt these meetings to ask
her mom one question or another. I don't mind because she always comes in
wearing sweats and a short, flrity top that shows off her stomach. She's
nicely tanned and has long, straight, dark drown hair. Her face is sweet
and innocent, just like the average 9th grader.
As I'm sitting there my mind starts to wander...what would she look like
naked? How much pubic hair does she have? Does she shave it yet? What
would she do with a man's penis in her hand? I'm eager to find out. I've
been subtly trying to get into her pants ever since I started going to these
meetings 6 months ago. She's really into acting, and since that's something
I do part-time, I've offered to "mentor" her. We've met a couple of times
and talked alone in her bedroom, but without any consequences. Joni is
protective as hell of her daughter and the last thing I want to do is to go
to jail.
The meeting finally wraps up, and I stay behind to ask Joni to borrow some
product. I'm trying not to be rude, but she's currently having a discussion
with her sister about what an asshole her ex-husband is. This could be a
long one! So I walk over to where Melissa is working on the computer and
start to talk with her. Just little stuff...how's life? Does she have a
boyfriend? What is school like? You know. Trying to get her out of her
shell. We start talking about the computer and she says she needs help
clearing out all the junk her mom put on it. So I talk her through a few
things but then she gets stuck. As I lean over to grab the mouse from her,
she leans forward too, and I get my first peek down her shirt. Now I can't
see everything but I'm pretty sure that's the edge of a nipple I see beyond
those smooth, tan globes. And I'm sure there are no tan lines. I can't
afford to let my gaze linger to find out, though. Joni might be watching,
and like I said, I have to be very careful around her.
So we continue working and I find every chance I can to touch Melissa.
Nothing big. A hand on the thigh for a moment; teasing finger nails on the
arm; a poke on the tummy. In porn stories most guys would have her sucking
his dick by now, but obviously those guys have never fooled around with a
young girl. If I pulled my dick out right now and said, "Oh baby, you're
making me so hot...suck it", my dick would probably be in Joni's garbage
disposal, not the young girl's mouth. I know I have to take this one slowly
if I'm going to get anything. And who knows? Maybe I get nothing.
OK, a human being can only flirt so long, even if it IS with an attractive
14 year old. After 2 freaking hours, I'm about to fall asleep on Joni's
floor, waiting for her to finish with her friggin' sister. So I ask Melissa
to get her mom's attention for me. She yells, "Mom, I'm going to bed. It's
11. And Tim still wants to talk with you".
"OK honey."
Twenty minutes of goodbyes later I finally have Joni's attention. Sheesh.
You'd think they lived a lot further than 5 blocks away from each other. So
I borrow the product I need and go home to happily fantasize about Melissa.
Two days later I've received the product I was expecting and can take back
to Joni everything I borrowed. The product is moving like crazy these days,
and I'm loving my income checks now. On my way home from a show that
evening, I stop by Joni's house to drop of the stuff. When I knock on the
door, Melissa answers.
"Hi Melissa, is your mom here? I need to drop off this stuff."
"No, she's on a date with Jeff tonight and won't be back until late. But
you can come in."
Now, I know that normally Joni has a rule about Melissa letting people in
the house when she's gone, so I figure I'll be in and out in 2 minutes. I
take my box and start restocking everything on Joni's Mary Kay shelves. Wow
women are vain! You wouldn't believe how much stuff I sell to cover
wrinkles, smooth skin, lose weight. And all because they're all too damned
lazy to go to the gym a few nights a week to stay in shape. I'm sorry lady,
but do you really think that new foundation is going to cover the 30 pounds
you need to lose? You'd need a whole bucket!
Yeah, that's honestly the kind of stuff I think about when I'm doing these
shows. Then I chuckle all the way to the bank. I'm snapped out of this
witty internal monologue by Melissa's touch on my arm.
"No, wait. That doesn't go there anymore. It goes here!"
Melissa starts doing my job for me, so I just stand back and admire her. As
she reaches up to put stuff on the top shelf her shirt rides way up and I
can see her entire stomach. Granted, I'd like to see more, but this is
still pretty nice. I can tell from the pantylines of her light yellow
pajama bottoms that she's wearing thong panties. Wow! At 14. I didn't
think her mom would buy stuff like that for her. But her mom is really
skinny and wears only thong panties. (Yeah, that's the kind of thing you
learn about women at these meetings!)
After Melissa is done she goes back to the couch and resumes watching the TV
show that I apparently interrupted. I think of leaving, then change my mind
and plop down right beside her. "So how's my film star doing?".
"Pretty good. I had an audition today at Studio West. They said they'd
call me back tomorrow."
"I'm sure you'll get that part. When you read it with me you sounded
great."
"Really?"
"Yeah. You should call me and let me know what they say."
She agrees and I give her my phone number. I am eager to get out of there
just in case Joni gets home. Melissa follows me to the door, and as I'm
exiting I grab her in a warm hug. I've never hugged her before because Joni
was always around. Mel seems surprised at first, but then relaxes and hugs
me back, pressing her full breasts against me. 'Yummy' is all I can think.
This girl would be a tasty treat.
.......................
The next day I get a phone call in the afternoon from a very excited young
girl. She's managed to get a major role in the play "The Foreigner" that
her studio is doing. She tells me there is only one problem. When I ask,
all I get is "I'll tell you later" and then she quickly hangs up.
Confused, I go on with my day until about 8 that evening when I get a
phonecall from Joni's apartment again. I'm used to Joni calling me, so I
just answer "Yeah Joni?".
"Uh, no Tim. It's Melissa."
"Oh, hi Melissa. What's up?"
"Well, I never got a chance to finish telling you about my part."
"You're right. You didn't. What's the problem you were talking about."
"OK, so I have to play the young woman, right?"
"Right."
"So she's supposed to be engaged to this other guy and pregnant."
"Yeah, but she just got pregnant, so it's not like you have to look big or
anything."
"I know, but they want me to kiss the guy who's playing David."
"Of course, Melissa. In the play you two are engaged. Wouldn't you kiss
your fiance?"
"I guess so. It just seems weird on stage. Help!"
"OK, OK. Why don't I come over sometime and we can read through it."
She agrees and gives me a time to meet her the following Monday. But when I
get there on Monday, her mom is noticably missing. When I ask, she
non-chalantly says that her mom just left for a show and won't be back for
about 3 hours. She thinks that will make it easier to work because her mom
is so noisy.
Right! This girl was trying to get alone time with me. Awesome! So we
quickly dive into work. We're sitting on the couch, arm and leg touching.
As we read I really try to play up the part, holding her hand, stroking her
cheek, laying my palm on her thigh. She's wearing shorts this time, and the
feeling of her warm, soft skin is just wonderful. When it comes time for
"the kiss", I bend over her and softly kiss her on the lips. They're smooth
and full, but she barely responds. When I pull back and look at her she
says, "OK, OK, I've never kissed a boy".
"Well, you kiss your mom all the time. Just do the same thing."
"Yeah, but you aren't my mom. It's different."
"Sure it is. But you have to start with what you know."
We go through the scene several more times, taking breaks in between each
reading to have a snack and discuss the work. By the end she's getting
better, but she still seems hesitant. I think of a good trick that will
help her and me at the same time.
"You know Mel, when I'm having trouble with something like this, I usually
just push myself to go over-the-top with it. That way I have a place to
pull back to if I get scared."
"What? Tim, you never get scared. You're awesome."
"Thanks, but I do. I did this scene in film class that had a kiss, and I
had just met the girl. I'd never done a romantic scene before and was
really nervous. But when we got together before class to go over the scene
we decided to take it really far and turn a funeral scene into a sex scene."
"Really?". Melissa's eyes grow huge. "What did you do?"
"Well, she basically undressed me in front of the camera and kissed me all
over while I ran my hands all over her body. Then we kissed a lot."
"Just in practice?"
"Well, no, right there in front of everyone, on camera. But we had
practiced it like that in advance, so when we got on camera we were both
comfortable."
"I'd love to see that!"
"Deal. I'll bring it over the next time we work. But I really should get
going. I don't want your mom to catch me here and yell at you for letting
someone in."
"Yeah, she'd probably ground me for a year!"
"Well, why don't we do this? The next time I come over I'll bring some
product, and if your mom comes home we'll jump up really quickly and pretend
that we were restocking it. I'll lie to her and say my cell phone died and
I was just about to call her from your house line, which is why I couldn't
call ahead."
She agrees, and we set our next meeting time for the next time her mom has a
Mary Kay show. It sure was nice of Joni to leave her entire schedule posted
on the refrigerator!
--------------------
It isn't until Thursday afternoon that I'm able to sneak back over to Joni's
apartment to see Melissa, but I arrive with video in hand. When Melissa
opens the door she pulls me in quickly and gives me an excited hug. What a
great smile on this kid! She grabs me a coke and we sit down on the couch,
nice and close.
On the TV a small office appears with a gorgeous, young looking woman
standing in the foreground. After a few seconds you can hear a voice yell
"action" and I appear from off left. The scene involves two friends who
have mistakenly gotten into a love affair, and it's very obvious that the
girl in the scene is trying to seduce me. She pushes me into a chair and
straddles me, unbuttoning my shirt and nibbling on my neck.
As we're watching I spend more time looking at Melissa, guaging her
reaction. I've already seen this video a dozen times. Hell, I've jacked
off to it a dozen times! As the action on camera gets more intense I notice
Melissa start to flush. At the moment on the film when I start kissing my
scene partner, Melissa grabs my arm and squeezes it. I can tell she's
impressed.
Very soon the film is over and Melissa turns to me. "Tim, that was great!
You were totally awesome!"
"Thanks."
"Wow, that was really amazing. How did you do that?"
"Well, you just sort of close your eyes and let it happen. Honestly, I
forgot I was in the middle of a group of people and in front of a camera. I
just let it turn me on so it would look real."
"It did!"
I decide I should play my ace in the hole now. "You know, I brought the
script. Do you want to give it a try?"
"Doing it like that?"
"Well, whatever you're comfortable with. Just think about it. If you can
do something like that, you'll have no problem with a little peck kiss on
stage."
"OK. What do we do?"
I walk through the scene with her, giving her her blocking. When we get to
the point where she's supposed to climb up on my lap she seems a little
hesitant at first. But once she is there it FEELS great. She's in shorts
again and they pull up high on her thighs. As I put my hands on her back I
love the feel of the smoothness. We're eye-to-eye and only a few inches
apart as I talk her though the love scene. When I think she understands
what she's doing, we give it a try.
She has a script in her hand and is doing pretty well. Until we get to the
part where she's supposed to start undressing me and kissing my neck. One
problem...she can't do that with a script in her hand. I have to come up
with an idea fast.
"OK, Mel, that's not going to work. So after you climb up on my lap why
don't you drop the script and we'll just improv. You know the basic
blocking and where we're trying to get to. So just work for that."
At this point I KNOW I'm manipulating her. Melissa just finished an improv
class at the studio where she's training, and I'm sure they didn't do
anything like this in the class. But she wants to appear grown-up and
professional in front of me so she acts like it's no big deal and she's done
it a thousand times.
This time when she climbs up in my lap she drops her script and looks at me.
In her eyes I see fear. Fear and something else. She's a little hesitant
as she starts kissing my neck and fumbles horribly with the buttons. So we
have to stop and give a lesson on how to take off a guy's shirt. Then a
lesson on kissing on the neck. It all seems to be taking forever, but as
long as the girl is in my lap I have a raging hard-on.
We finally get everything worked out pretty well and have a couple of
run-throughs of the full scene. Honestly, she still seems really stiff and
hesitant, but when the kissing part comes I take full advantage of it. I
gently tug on her lips with mine, trying to draw out her sweet little
tongue. It's no use. She doesn't know what I'm going for. But that's OK.
Getting to run my hands up and down her back and sides, up her shirt, and
onto her butt, is more than enough for me.
We quit early, making sure that there's an hour "buffer zone" before her mom
should be back. My dick is yelling "stay" but I know that if I don't go
there may not be a next time. As we're hugging goodbye, Melissa says she'll
call me about when we can meet again. I kiss her on the cheek and leave.
On my way out I wonder if she really does need to check her mom's schedule,
or if she just was using that as an excuse to not meet again. Did I go too
far? I mean, her mom's schedule was right there on the fridge. We could
have scheduled it then.
--------------------
I worry about it all the way up until our weekly group workshop the next
night. When I walk in I'm prepared for an assault from Joni, but she's
sweet as usual, buzzing around trying to make everyone happy. Once during
the evening Melissa comes out of her room to get some food from the kitchen
but doesn't even look at us. Well, at least she's not blowing my cover.
Finally as the meeting ends she comes out of her room to say hi to everyone.
As she passes me I barely notice her mouthing "I'll call you" to me. I
smile. She's keeping our little secret. How perfect.
I'm barely into my car when my cell phone rings. It's Melissa.
"Hi Tim. Sorry I had to act so weird, but I didn't want my mom to think
anything. She's in the living room gabbing with Aunt Judy right now so I
only have a minute to talk. Can you come over tomorrow night around 8?"
"Yeah, but isn't your mom going to be home?"
"No, she has another date. Last time she didn't get back until 2. I have
no idea what she was doing so late."
I smile. Children can be so naive. We agree on the time and I drive the 45
minutes home. Why can't my lolita live a decent distance away?
-----------------------
All these covert meetings on short notice are really starting to eat into my
business. I've had to reschedule three Mary Kay parties now because of her.
So while I know in my head that I should never expect too much in a
situation like this, I guess I'm also hoping to get a good return on my
business.
That's the attitude I feel the next day as I'm driving up to her small
apartment. It's raining so hard I can barely see, and I start to get
ticked-off as I wait in the downpour for her to open the door. When she
finally does, I try to get in, but she wants to kiss me on the lips. I let
her give me a quick peck, and then hear loud, shrill giggling coming from
the corner. "Oh my gosh! I thought you were teasing!". It's her friend
Katie. Now this is certainly a new one. We've always been alone in the
past, and to be honest, I'm not that comfortable having another girl there.
It's just one more person that I need to keep quiet. But apparently I've
become the source of a kissing dare from one of Melissa's friends.
"Melissa, I thought we said we were going to keep our meetings completely
secret. You know how much trouble I could get in", I bark. "What have you
told her?"
Melissa looks extremely scared and doesn't answer. Katie jumps in. "Don't
worry about it Tim. Mel explained everything. She said that you're working
on a scene together and she wanted someone to come over and watch to give an
opinion."
Yeah, but does she know what kind of scene? I'm really not sure what to do
here. Yeah, I want to stay and see what happens, but come on! I mean, sure
I've jacked off in my bedroom about fooling around with two young girls, but
what are the chances of that really happening? That's the problem with most
pedophiles...they spend so much time jerking off in their own little world
that they forget that not every young girl just wants to drop her pants for
the first older guy who comes along. Still...Katie is REALLY good looking.
She's much thinner and more poised. I'm pretty sure Melissa said she takes
ballet classes.
Well, I figure that I'm already in deep enough to get me into trouble, so I
might as well at least see what the game is. I sit down to have a "serious
adult talk". They always listen better when you do that because they want
to appear more grown-up. I explain to Katie that I'm just trying to help
Melissa out and that I could really help her pursue a career in acting if
that's what she wants. I also offer to put Katie in touch with the right
people for modeling, if she's interested. Ego is always a good target. She
seems excited and willing to keep things quiet.
"So, Melissa, what do you want to do?", I ask. She says that she'd like to
do the scene again so we can get some feedback from Katie. So with a little
setup, we run through the scene again. And the second she climbs up on my
lap, I get a hard-on. It was difficult enough to hide this from one young
girl. Now I have to hide it from two! And Katie is watching us like a
hawk. The love scene goes fairly smoothly, although Melissa still doesn't
seem comfortable doing it. Eager, yes. Comfortable, no. And I'm a little
less eager with the kissing knowing that I'm being watch, too.
When the scene is over, Melissa jumps right off my lap, leaving my aching
cock with nothing to grind up against. I sort of lean over to hide it, and
we get feedback from Katie.
"Well, it was pretty good...but honestly?", Mel nods yes, "Honestly, it
looked kind of fake. I mean, it doesn't look like you really WANT to be
kissing him. I think if I were doing the scene I'd be a lot more
agressive."
"Like what?", I ask, the wheels already turning.
"Well, I mean, she's climbing up into your lap because she wants to have sex
with you, right? So I guess if that's the point, then you need to really
look like you want it."
"Show us", Mel coaches.
"Well", Katie hesitates, "I guess I'd straddle BOTH legs instead of just
one, like this". She starts the same way Melissa had, but instead of
sitting on one leg, forces both my legs together and puts hers on either
side of me as she sits down on top of me. At first I'm a little
disappointed, because Melissa's method really ground her pussy into my leg.
But then Katie 'adjusts' herself and forces her crotch right into mine.
Heaven! Finally something pressing against my dick. I try to force her
back a little so she won't feel my hard-on, but she sees that as an
invitation to 'adjust' again and rocks her pelvis against mine, stroking my
dick with her pubic bone. I know it's not much, but suddenly I'm aware of
Katie's whole body...her long legs stretching behind me on either side, her
cute short blonde hair and pixie face, graceful neck, and thin figure with
small breasts poking out from a soft girlish tank-top. I can tell as I
place my hands on her back that she isn't wearing a bra, and through her
track pants I swear I can feel the crackle of her pubic bush.
Katie continues, and I become convinced that this had already been well
planned-out. "And then when you get in close, you should play with his hair
and run your hands up and down his arms and his chest." She begins to
stroke me as she runs her hands along my arms to my chest, bunching my shirt
up around my pecks and softly stimulating my nipples with her nails. I
wonder if she has any idea what she is doing, or if this is just beginner's
luck.
"Then as you unbutton his shirt, run your lips softly along his neck and
kiss every so often. That will drive him nuts." I lean to one side so she
can continue her lesson. But I'm in bliss and want nothing more than to
throw this girl down on the couch next to us and fuck her right in front of
her friend. I'm really working to keep it together as she finishes
unbuttoning my shirt and slides her hands up my bare chest. I'm probably a
little more man than she's used to with her highschool boyfriends.
"And when you finally go to kiss him on the mouth, do it with your whole
body". She leans in, her delicate, thin lips heading straight toward me. I
close my eyes as she wraps one arm behind my head and pulls me into her.
Our first contact is light and gentle, contrasting the way she's digging her
fingers into the back of my scalp. Then we pull apart momentarily, she
smiles at me shyly, then grinds her hips hard against me as she comes back
for more. My dick starts throbbing as it feels the softness between her
legs. Her thin pants can't hide the tender warmth that is eminating from
her crotch. I begin to lose myself as her lips press against mine and I
feverishly run my hands up and down her back, resting on her tight ass.
Wow, the dance thing paid off. Her butt is rock hard, and as I examine the
terrain with my fingers, I discover she is also wearing thong panties.
Maybe that's where Melissa got the idea. I can't help myself and I run my
hands once more up her back, this time under her shirt, then straight down
into the back of her sweat pants, resting them on the top of her ass cheeks.
Her panties feel silky, what little there is of them, and frilly around the
edges. Her tongue starts to slowly tease me as she coaxes me to open my
mouth. Before I know it, she's full-on french kissing me, and her pelvis
has started a regular pace against my dick. I'm sure she's felt my erection
now, but I don't care. Her smell is overwhelming me and I pull her harder
against me, wanting nothing but to get off in this girl's arms. I can feel
the heat of her private parts against me bringing on my orgasm. As the cum
starts to build in my balls, I let out a small moan, and suddenly, before I
know it, she has jumped off of me, leaving me sitting back in the chair with
my rock hard erection sticking straight out and my shirt in a tangle behind
me.
"See...that's how you do it! You just pretend like you want to have sex
with him." All that was pretend! I don't know whether to be outraged or
impressed at Katie's little performance, so I get up instead and rush to the
bathroom.
Rinsing my face off I study myself in the mirror. What have I gotten myself
into? Now I want to fuck both of them, and I just got a demonstration
first-hand at how easily the little tart could toss me aside. This has
become the point of no return. I either stay and pursue something, risking
jail, or I leave right now and risk kicking my own ass for the rest of my
life. Staying seems to be the foolish yet obvious choice.
As I come out of the bathroom both girls seem to be concerned about why I
rushed off so quickly, and I explain to them that I just had to go pee
really badly.
"Oh, is that what happens when guys get hard? They have to pee?", Katie
asks coyly. Ouch. She's got me on that one. Truth seems the best route
now.
"No, Katie, I was hard because the scene we just did really turned me on.
You were quite convincing, just like you should have been." She takes the
compliment with a smile and winks maliciously at her best friend.
"Melissa, why don't you give it another try?", she begs. "I bet you'll do a
LOT better than I did." Wow, I can't believe the two girls are competing
over who can turn me on more. When a man gets in the middle, even two best
friends can get vicious competing for his attention.
As Mel starts the scene, I wonder what she will do to top her friend. Aside
from sucking my cock, I'm not sure what she could try. I ponder it as the
scene moves forward and she straddles me, this time copying Katie.
Breasts. The word blazes through my mind as she pushes my hands harder
against her chest. That's the one thing she has that Katie doesn't. Large
breasts. And she's using them to her full advantage. Even though my hands
are on the outside of her shirt, I can appreciate the beauty of the large
globes now resting in my hands. 14 year old tits are so much firmer than
those of women my age. Melissa has just upped the boldness factor another
step, and although her stroking and kissing isn't nearly as exciting as what
Katie did, the two handfuls of soft flesh in front of me make up for it.
I'm trying to memorize every little detail, knowing that I only have a short
amount of time. I wonder if I can make her nipples hard? That would
certainly give her something to remember. I begin to use my fingernails
against the spot where I think they are, scratching up and down. Within
seconds they make themselves known through her shrit and bra, and I
feverishly work my fingernails in circles around them. They're both hard
buttons now, pressing against me. Just as the scene is about to end I grab
both of them between my fingers and pinch them hard. Melissa sucks her
breath in really fast, flushes bright red, and jumps off of me. But she
doesn't say anything.
Katie is leaning back against the couch, her soft shirt draping gently over
her small buds. She must have seen what I was doing to Melissa and imagined
it was her, because her own nipples are sticking out noticably. I am in so
much bliss at the site of these nubile nymphettes. Katie starts to praise
Melissa's performance.
"Mel, that's exactly what I was talking about. You quit worrying so much
about 'ooh, a boy is touching me' and just did it, and it looked a lot
better", Katie adds.
"I know, I know. I'm just...not used to having a guy touch me." This is my
opening, and I finally decide to take it. I mean, I've been behaving myself
really well to this point, haven't I?
"You know what might work? I mean, just to make you more comfortable?
Something like 'Truth or Dare'. That would probably help you get past the
point where any kind of touching feels new. I mean, in this scene you've
already had sex with the guy. You know EXACTLY how good it will feel to
have him kiss you, and stroke your breasts, and push himself up inside you."
I'm purposely being descriptive, hoping that it might turn the girls on
more.
I would swear Katie is my secret partner in crime as she jumps in. "That's
a great idea. I'll play too just so that you aren't alone. What a great
idea."
We all get drinks from the fridge and then sit in a circle on the floor.
Since I thought up the game I get to go first. "Katie, truth or dare".
"Truth." Ok, we can start off the slow way.
"Have you ever french kissed a boy other than me?"
"Yes."
Katie then receives the gauntlet and asks me a question back when I choose
'truth'.
"Tim, have you ever seen a girl naked?"
"Yes." That's an easy one. Now I get to pick again and want to bring Mel
into the game.
"Melissa, truth or dare." She chooses truth, I guess wanting to match Katie
and I. "Have you ever seen a guy naked?"
"Yes." Katie begins to squeal with delight, pestering for details. "Well,
when I was little I saw my dad naked in the shower all the time. I guess
that counts."
"But no one your own age", I ask?
"No." Now it's her turn, and she fires back at me. I decide to break this
run of truth and select dare. "I dare you to touch Katie's boobs under her
shirt, and you have to keep your hands there for 10 seconds."
I'm eager to comply and lean over to Katie. She smiles shyly but doesn't
resist as I place both hands on her flat stomach and tuck my fingers under
her shirt. The tank top bunches up on my wrists as I push up and my
fingertips mount the surface of her tits. They're small, barely B-cups, but
they still feel nice and her nipples grow hard under my touch. Trying not
to be too obvious, I slowly massage them during my 10 seconds. Katie
confidently stares me down the entire time, but her breathing does increase.
When time is called I reluctantly pull out and Katie readjusts her top.
But now I get to return the favor to Melissa and am pleased to hear her
select 'dare'. I dare her to take her shirt off and leave it off for the
rest of the game. She consents and quickly pulls off her top, showing her
frilly white bra and the tops of her C-cup boobs. Now that it is her turn
again, Katie leans over and they begin feverishly consulting each other. I
pretend not to be interested, but really I hope they come up with something
good. After about 30 seconds they separate and Melissa goes straight to
dare. "Tim, I dare you to take off your pants and leave them off." Wow,
that could be dangerous. There's no way my boxers will hide my erection.
I come up with a great idea. "Melissa, you never asked me to choose 'truth
or dare'. I want 'truth'." She seems somewhat thrown off and starts to
pout.
"Come on Tim, don't be a baby", Katie challenges.
"OK, I'll do both."
Melissa asks, "Have you ever had sex with a girl?".
"Yes", I respond, and unbutton and unzip my pants. Both girls are staring
as I pull them off and throw them aside. I can tell they're trying not to
look at the bulge in my pants, but they aren't doing a very good job.
That's fine. It's my turn again, and I've been waiting to get Katie good.
When she selects 'dare', trying to look brave, I smirk at her and challenge,
"I dare you to take your shirt off and play with your nipples for 30
seconds".
Katie seems shocked and hesitates, so I mimic her with, "Come on Katie,
don't be a baby!". Melissa giggles and we both smirk at Katie. Not knowing
what else to do, she complies. Off comes the shirt and I get my first view
of 14 year old tits. They're pointy with tiny little nipples that don't
look that much different than my own. Their small cone shape is pleasing to
the eye, even more so as Katie starts to stroke them in circles with the
tips of her fingers. Then she gives me a "I can play this game" look and
licks her finger tips. She then rubs her moist digits against her small
buds with a sexy look toward me. If I wanted to fuck her before, this has
sealed the deal. The 30 seconds goes way too fast as she gently teases,
pinches, and strokes her boobs. And like a good girl she doesn't put her
shirt back on when she is done.
Now that she's in the driver's seat, she is primed for revenge. "Tim, I
dare you to take off Melissa's pants and touch her between her legs for 30
seconds". She skipped 'truth or dare', but I don't protest this time.
Melissa does, however.
"But that's TWO things. You can't dare him to do TWO things." I can tell
we're pushing the edge with Melissa, and I don't want to freak her out, but
I also would LOVE to stroke her pussy.
"Come on, Melissa. The whole point of the game is for you to get
comfortable with a guy touching you", Katie counters.
"I don't care. It's still two things."
"OK, then. Tim, I want you to touch Melissa on the outside of her panties
so that everyone can see."
"But that's the same THING!", Melissa cries.
"Maybe, but now it's ONE dare."
Melissa seems stuck, not sure what to do. "Fine", she says. I'm worried
now that she's not even going to enjoy it, so I go slowly. As I unbutton
her pants I make a face at her and she eventually breaks down and giggles,
cutting the tension. I unzip her and she raises her butt off the floor so
her pants can clear her hips. I get the first glimpse of her light pink
thong panties, which are frilly on the edge just like Katie's, I imagine.
They must shop at the same store. There is an awkward moment as we position
ourselves, Katie insisting that Mel spread her legs apart "so everyone can
see". I slowly reach out and touch Melissa's pubic mound, feeling the
scratchy hair beneath. Then I run my palm face-up down lower. I find the
opening of her lips and start stroking in small circles over her hole. Her
breathing gets harder and she looks away shyly. I can feel the start of
moisture soaking into her warm panties from her soft, squishy pussy. I try
to pry her lips apart under the material and put pressure where I think her
clit must be. Before I have a chance to locate it Katie calls time and
Melissa closes her legs.
"OK, my turn", she says. "Tim, I dare you to play with yourself 'so that
everyone can see'". Nice move, Melissa. Well, there's nothing I can do, so
I reach under me and pull off my boxers, exposing my rock hard cock. Both
the girls and I notice that there is moisture dripping out of the tip. I
rub it in circles onto the crown of my penis, then slowly stroke up and down
for the girls to see. They are both transfixed as I play with my cock. I
wasn't given a time limit, but can only stroke for about a minute before I
feel my orgasm coming. Granted, I'd like to get up and spray my load on
their faces, but that's not going to happen right now so I eventually slow
down and then stop.
I've had a dare in my head the entire time, and as I examine Katie without a
top and Melissa in her underwear, it seems like a great time. "OK, Katie.
I dare you to make out with Melissa for two minutes in just your underwear."
Both are shocked this time. "But we aren't lezbos!", Melissa shrieks. Both
girls protest and I quickly convince them that no, I don't think they're
gay. It's just something that boys like to watch.
"Honestly, haven't you two ever kissed?". They both agree that they have,
but that it was to practice kissing and they didn't do it because they liked
it or anything.
"Fine", I say, "Then just pretend like you're learning how to make out. I
don't really care. I just want to watch." They both scoot away and begin
feverishly consulting. I figure I'm going to have a pretty big dare if they
consent to this. They both start howling with laughter and then come back
to the circle.
"Ok, we'll do it. But then we get to dare you to do something." Katie
stands up and pulls off her track pants. Matching panties! Hmmm, they must
have planned this out. Katie looks so nice and thin in the thong panties.
I notice she has the bikini tan lines that her friend lacks, even though she
is a little paler. They both sit facing each other and hesitantly kiss.
After and embarrassed giggle they put their arms around each other and
really start going at it. Mel spreads her legs apart and pulls her thin
friend on top of her. Katie's hands move to Mel's larger tits as Mel gropes
Katie's ass, her hands running under the waist band of Katie's panties and
onto her bare cheeks. Both girls are breathing hard and Katie starts to
moan and grind her hips against Melissa. I can't take it anymore and resume
stroking my cock, watching the two 14 year olds play. The matching thong
panties are just too sexy! I lean over to my left so I can see between
their legs. I'm pretty sure I can discern a wet spot in both crotches.
Wow. for two girls who are worried about being thought of as lesbians, they
sure are grinding, rubbing, and kissing each other with passion. Katie
moves to Melissa's neck, sucking and nibbling on it just like she had done
to mine. Melissa arches her back and moans in response, and starts pulling
Katie's pelvis hard against her.
I need come NOW and move toward the girls to join the action, but as I put
my hand on Katie's back, the clock starts chiming and Melissa jumps up with
a start, tossing Katie into me. "Shit!", she yells. "Get dressed. Get
dressed. My mom was supposed to be home 15 minutes ago."
In our desire to fool around none of us had watched the clock. It was well
passed the "buffer zone" time when I was supposed to leave. We all pull
clothing on as fast as we can in an effort to get me out the door.
As I leave, I try one more idea. "You know, there's this movie called
'Lolita' that has a scene almost exactly like the one we're doing, except
the guy is driving. Maybe watching it would give you a few ideas on how to
seduce an older man." Mel and Katie both like the idea, and I agree to
bring it over 'next time' so we three can watch it. I give them both peck
kisses before peeking out the door to see if the coast is clear. It seems
to be and I hurry off to my car.
I pull out of the apartments without even putting my seatbelt on, wanting to
get clear of the scene. As I get to the light at the corner I watch Joni
pass me, turning left. She doesn't see me, I don't think. I call Melissa
quickly to warn her, then promise to "do it again soon". Whew, that was too
close! Two more minutes and I would have been caught naked on the floor
masturbating in front of Joni's daughter who was in her underwear making out
with her almost naked friend.