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Next Door Neighbor (Mf, cons, pedo)
by dorsai@mail.com
This story is released for FREE public distribution provided the
copyright notice is retained. This story is NOT FOR SALE at any time, by
anyone. This story may NOT be included in any collections or posted on
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or the terms of distribution.
It started out just a few weeks after I moved into my new apartment -
working from home, I get the chance to learn a little more about my
neighbors than usual. For example, it was only a week or so before I met
my next-door neighbor, and learned that she was divorced, and had a 12-
year-old daughter, plus two sons, 7 and 3 years old. I'd seen the kids,
of course, but was happy learn that the young vixen I'd seen around the
complex lived so close - and that her name was Robyn. I knew the girl
was young, but I frequently saw her walking around in VERY tight jeans
(her ass was a little large for her size, but nice and firm) and snug
shirts (snug enough to show that she had orange-size breasts); she had a
very pretty face with medium-length dark, curly hair. Even though I knew
not to even get close to her, I still couldn't help but think about
jumping her sexy little body.
After that first conversation, I'd continue to chat a little with her
mother whenever we saw each other outside. One time, she mentioned that
Robyn had a report to write, and she needed to do an extra-good job with
it so as to bring her grades up a bit. I offered to let Robyn use my
computer and word processor, and print the report out on my laser
printer - I was pretty much caught up with my work, and wouldn't need to
be doing anything while Robyn did her report. Her mother agreed that it
was okay with her, and said that when Robyn came home, she'd ask if she
wanted to use the computer.
About 6:30 that night, Robyn knocked on my door, and asked if my offer
to let her use the computer was still good. I said that it was, invited
her in, and got her seated at the computer desk in the living room. I
got the computer fired up and the word processor loaded, and showed her
the most basic commands, like cut-and-paste. I then told her that I'd be
right there in the living room reading a book, and that if she had any
problems or questions, not to hesitate to ask me. She agreed, and I left
her there while I went over and started back in on my book. After a few
minutes, she said that she was thirsty, and asked if I had anything to
drink; when I ran down the options, she said she'd like a Coke, so I got
her one, and went back to my book. A couple hours later, she'd finished
her report, so I showed her how to use the spell checker, and then the
grammar checker. When she'd corrected the problems these had found, I
showed her how to print out her report, which she did. After she'd gone
over the report printout, she asked me a few questions about the
computer, then said that she had to get home because the next day was a
school day. I said "fine", and shut down the computer as she collected
her things, before opening the door for her to leave.
The next day, her mother stopped by for a few minutes to thank me for
letting Robyn use the computer. I told her it really wasn't any problem,
and that if Robyn needed to do anything like that again, I'd be glad to
let her use the computer again, assuming I wasn't too far behind on my
schedule. She thanked me, and admitted to me that she'd been a little
worried about letting Robyn go inside my apartment alone; but that Robyn
had told her what I had done and said, and that she was comfortable with
letting Robyn visit me.
A few days later, it was raining (as my grandmother used to say) "like a
cow pissing on a flat rock", and I saw that Robyn was soaking wet and
sitting outside her apartment door. I stuck my head out, and asked her
why she didn't go inside, and was told that she'd forgotten her key, and
the apartment manager wasn't in for her to get a spare. I told her that
she could come into my apartment to dry off and get warm, if she wanted.
She thought about it for a second, and then agreed. When she got inside,
I had her wait for a bit just inside the door, while I went and got a
large bath towel, which I wrapped around her. I had her take off her wet
sneakers and socks, gave her a pair of my athletic socks (which fit her
like socks on a chicken), and told her that she could go into the
bathroom and use the towels there to dry off and get some of the rain
out of her clothing. She seemed a bit hesitant, but I told her that it
was okay, that I'd still be in the living room working on the computer -
and the bathroom door locked, anyway. She smiled at that, and off she
went into the bathroom. After about 15 minutes, she came back out, with
her clothes appreciably dryer than before. She also had a couple of
towels in one hand, and asked me what she should do with them - I took
them from her, and dropped them into the laundry hamper. When I got back
into the living room, I noticed that she had some things in her other
hand, and when I asked if she wanted to put them somewhere to dry, she
blushed furiously - only then did I realize that they were her bra and
panties. She was still a bit damp, and just standing there, so I went
and got her another towel, laid it on a chair, and told her to go ahead
and sit down. Then, I went into the kitchen and started some water for
tea. While waiting for the water to boil, I went back in and told her
that if she wanted to watch some TV or listen to the stereo, she could,
but that she'd have to keep the sound down so I could finish up my work
on the computer.
She agreed, and I gave her the remote for the TV; she quickly found some
afternoon cartoons which we both watched and laughed at until the tea
kettle started whistling. I made us both some tea, brought her a cup,
and then took mine over to drink while I finished my work. While I was
working, she was very careful to keep the sound down, even muting the TV
when commercials came on.
After an hour or so, she came over to see what I was doing; and when she
walked up next to me I turned to see what she wanted, and was greeted by
the sight of her still-damp shirt clinging to her breasts - and her
hard, dark nipples peeking through the material. I instantly started to
get hard, and it was a few moments before I was able to tear my eyes
away from her chest and look at her face. She obviously noticed where
I'd been looking, because she blushed a little and then pushed her chest
out a little more - which pulled my eyes right back down! I enjoyed the
view for a few seconds, then looked back into her eyes, and asked her
"What's goin' on?". She said that she'd just come over to see what I was
working on, and try to learn a little bit about what I did on the
computer.
I told her that I was a free-lance programmer, and that most of what I
did would probably seem pretty boring. She asked me what it was like
working for myself, and I told her that it wasn't as much fun as she
might think, but that I enjoyed being able to shuffle my schedule around
to suit myself, and not having to answer to a boss anywhere near as
often. She laughed a little bit, and asked if she could watch me as I
worked. I said it was OK with me, but cautioned her against interrupting
me. She agreed, and pulled a chair up so that she could see what I was
doing, but not be in the way. I went back to work, and really never
noticed she was there except for a couple times when she got up to put
her teacup in the kitchen, and when she went to get rid of the tea she'd
drank.
An hour or so later, we heard her mother come home, so she thanked me
for letting her get warm and dry off, and I told her it was no problem.
She went back to her apartment, and a few minutes later, her mother came
over to thank me for letting Robyn get in out of the rain. She said that
when she'd seen Robyn wearing only her shirt and carrying her bra and
panties, she'd started to panic a bit, but when Robyn told her where
she'd been and what I'd done (and more importantly, NOT done), she felt
better about it. I told her that it wasn't any problem, and that if I
had any kids in the same situation, I'd trust her to do the same. That
seemed to reassure her some more, so she thanked me again, and left.
Over the next few weeks, we had several more rainstorms, and sometimes
Robyn would forget her key, and I'd let her in my apartment while she
waited for her mother to get home. A couple of times, Robyn would be
drenched again, and I'd send her into the bathroom to dry herself off
and get some of the water out of her clothes. It seemed that every time
I did that, she'd come out of the bathroom, and make it a point to let
me see that she wasn't wearing a bra, and how her nipples stuck out from
her shirt. I'd look, of course, but never said anything, and didn't try
to grab her or touch her in any way. When I was caught up on my project,
I'd sit and talk to her, usually explaining different things about the
computer or technology, or answering questions she had about different
things. The things that she'd want to talk about would range from
little-girl-ish to fairly mature woman. Gradually, as she got to trust
me more and more, and understood that I wasn't going to tell her mother
anything she said to me, she'd discuss things with me that were
distinctly personal.
Finally, one afternoon, she had stopped by just to visit, and while we
were talking, she brought up the subject of sex. She'd kind of hinted
around it before, and I'd always respond to her comments or questions
honestly, but politely (not using 'slang' terms for different things).
This time was different though - she told me straight out that although
her mother had told her a little "about the birds and bees - UGH!", she
really didn't understand what it was all about. I asked her what she
meant, and she said that she understood the physical part of it about
how babies were made and so on, but didn't really know what to think
about "well, the rest of it - you know!". I asked her if there was
something she was bothered about, or wanted to know, and after a few
seconds of "um" and "uh", she finally came out and told me that one of
the boys at school "he's SOOOOOO cute!" was trying to get her to go out
with him, and be his girlfriend - and that he was pressuring her to have
sex with him. I asked her what about his other girlfriends, and she said
that he'd had several different girlfriends, but that he'd broken up
with all of them. I asked her why he'd broken up with so many
girlfriends, and she said that she didn't really know. I suggested that
she find out, and then decide. She asked me why, and I told her that it
sounded to me as though all he was really after was to have sex with her
- that it sounded as though he was "collecting cherries". She asked what
I meant, and I told her that there were some boys that enjoyed making
out with a lot of different girls, and even being the one to have sex
with them the first time, but that once they'd gotten a girl in bed,
they'd lose interest in her, and go out to find another one. Then, Robyn
admitted that she'd heard some rumors that some of the other girls had
gone to bed with this boy, too, but that others had refused. So I told
her that it might be interesting to find out when he'd broken up with
the girls that were rumored to have gone to bed with him. She thought
about that for a minute, and said "Yeah - you're right." Then she asked
me if
I thought she was wrong for thinking about having sex with the boy. I
told her that I only thought it was wrong to have sex with someone
because you thought you HAD to, not because you WANTED to. She asked
what I meant, and I simply said "If you make love or have sex with
someone because you think you HAVE to for some reason, then yes, I think
that's bad. Not because sex is bad, but because the REASONS are bad. If
you're doing it because you WANT to, then enjoy yourself, and be smart
enough not to get pregnant." She admitted that she did want to
experience sex, but that she wasn't sure that she wanted it to be with
this particular boy, and that she was also a little afraid because she'd
heard that it would hurt the first time - hurt a LOT. I told her that if
she was the least bit unsure about whether she wanted to have sex or
make love with someone, then it was a pretty good indication that she
probably shouldn't; and that depending on the girl, the first sexual
experience didn't have to hurt at all, and certainly didn't have to hurt
a LOT. She asked me why, and I explained to her that if the boy and girl
were careful and gentle with each other, then the girl wouldn't be so
afraid, and that going slowly and carefully with each other would mean
that the amount of pain would be kept to a minimum. I asked her if she'd
ever gotten shots at the doctor's; she said of course she had, and asked
why. In reply, I asked if all the shots had hurt. She said "No". I asked
her if the shots that she'd heard would hurt were the ones that seemed
to hurt the most, and after she thought about it for a moment, agreed
that was so. She thought about it a little more, and said "I understand
- being afraid of something makes it harder to do, and if you have a
chance to think about it, and do it when you're ready, it's easier." I
told her that was right, and that seemed to relieve some of her fears.
We chatted a couple more minutes, and then she went back to her
apartment.
A couple days later, it was raining cats and dogs again, and Robyn came
to my apartment again - thoroughly drenched from her trip home from
school. I gave her a towel, and sent her into the bathroom, as usual.
When she came out, she kind of pranced over to me (her tits jiggling
under her T-shirt), and surprised me by handing me her bra and panties,
asking me if I could put them someplace where they'd dry. I looked at
her, raised an eyebrow to let her know I knew she was up to something,
and put her things on a towel rack in the bathroom. When I got back to
the living room, she asked me if I was busy - I wasn't, so I told her
so, and sat down on the couch across from the chair she was in.
She asked me "You remember that boy I told you about before?", and when
I said that I did, the told me that she'd asked some of his former
girlfriends, and found out that he'd broken up with them shortly after
getting them to have sex with him. She also said that he'd broken up
with the girls that had refused to make out or have sex with him when
they had made it clear that they wouldn't do what he wanted. I said
"Well, it sounds like you made a pretty good choice, then", and she
blushed a bit, and said that I had helped by talking to her about what
she was thinking and feeling, and getting it straight in her mind. I
told her I was glad to be able to help, and she said that she was really
grateful that I hadn't told her mother about any of the things that
she'd said to me - she just KNEW that her mother would never understand.
The whole time we were talking, she kept wiggling around in the chair,
and pulling on the hem of her T-shirt, pressing it against her breasts,
and making her nipples show through it even more clearly. I knew she was
up to something, but it still took me by surprise when she blurted out
"Do you think I have nice tits?". I had always been honest with her, so
I didn't figure I could do anything else except to answer her by saying
"Yes, I do.", and teasing her a little, adding "You've shown them to me
through your wet shirts enough!" She giggled a little, and said "I think
they're too small, though. And my nipples are always so HARD! What do
you think?", and pulled her T-shirt even tighter, pressing her breasts
against her chest, making her nipples show even better through the wet
material. I responded by saying "From where I sit, they look just fine -
they're the right size for YOU, and most men think hard nipples are
sexy."
With that, she stood up, walked over to me, and said "From where you sit
isn't a very good view - ", and pulled her T-shirt completely off -
leaving me with a close-up look at a pair of the smoothest, firmest,
most nicely-shaped tits I'd seen in a LONG time. I started to get hard
(again), and she asked me "Do you like the view now?", and I had to
admit to her that I sure did! She asked me "Do you want to touch them
and play with them?", and I had to tell her "I sure do - but I can get
into a LOT of BIG-TIME trouble for it; hell, I could go to jail just for
looking!".
She pouted a bit, and said "I'm not going to tell anybody - I want you
to touch them!". I told her that if her mother ever found out about what
she was doing there with me, she'd never get within a hundred feet of
another boy, and that I'd be put in jail so fast it would be 3 weeks
before I found out where I was. After I said that, she just replied
"then we'd better be careful then, huh?", and moved even closer, so that
her breasts were right in front of me. She leaned over a bit, and swung
her leg over, so that she was sitting on my lap, facing me; then leaned
forward so that her breasts were right in my face, teasing my lips with
her nipples. Right then and there, what little bit of restraint I had
left turned to so much dust, and I gently sucked one of her nipples into
my mouth as I brought my hands up and started caressing and squeezing
her breasts. She moaned deep in her throat, and reached behind me,
pulling my head even closer. As I continued to lick and suck on her
nipple, I gradually moved my hands, so that I was caressing not only her
breasts, but her sides and belly and hips, too. By this time, I was as
hard as stone, and she had to be able to feel my penis pressing against
her crotch - but she didn't move away. After a minute or two, she
twisted a little, so that I would repeat what I'd been doing on her
other breast; and when I'd given that one equal time, I started
switching back and forth between them - first one breast and nipple,
then the other, all the while continuing to caress her sides and belly
and hips.
As she got more and more aroused, I could start to smell her juices, and
she started rubbing her crotch against my erection, making both of us
even hornier. Just when I thought I was going to explode, she suddenly
pulled away from me, and stood up. She quickly undid her jeans, and
pulled them down, leaving me with a view of her crotch. It was sparsely
covered with fine, black hair, so that it looked like her slit was
hiding behind a dark fog - enough to make things interesting, but not
enough to hide the view of her wet, puffy vaginal lips and erect
clitoris. She stood there for a few moments, letting me look at her,
knowing that I was getting even more excited by it, and she enjoying the
fact that I found her so sexy.
Finally, though, she stepped forward again, and dropped to her knees, so
that she could reach forward and start to undo my pants. She got as far
as unfastening my belt buckle before Good Sense reared it's ugly head,
and I grabbed her hands, saying "We can stop here, and now, and there
won't be any harm done to either of us". She just smiled at me, pulled
her hands away, and continued where she'd left off. In just a few
moments, she had my pants unfastened, and the zipper down, and was
trying to remove my pants. I stood up, and she quickly pulled my pants
down around my ankles, leaving me standing there in my shirt and
underwear, my obvious throbbing erection just inches from her face. She
leaned forward a bit, and rubbed her face against my erection, sniffing
deeply at the wet spot on the front of my underwear from my pre-cum. She
raised one hand, and cupped my balls in it while she slid the other hand
under the leg band of my shorts, and used her fingertips to brush
through my pubic hair and slowly stroke my erection. After a few
moments, she removed her hands, reached up, and pulled my shorts down to
my ankles, too; as my erection sprang free, it grazed her cheek, and
came to rest on her lips. With a mischievous look up at me, she stuck
her tongue out, and ever so slowly licked the underside of my penis from
my balls to the tip.
By the time she got to the tip, I thought I couldn't stand any more, and
damn near blew my load all over her lovely face. She took the head of my
penis in her mouth for a few seconds, as though to get the taste of it,
then gave it a quick kiss. She stood up, and gently pushed on my chest,
to get me to sit back down on the couch again. When I was sitting again,
she raised her leg again, and set herself back down on my lap, but this
time, with her snatch pressing my hardon against my belly.
I reached up and started caressing her breasts, teasing them until her
areolas stood up like little volcanoes with her nipples standing up like
small dark marbles. As she started rubbing her clitoris against my
penis, and using the stream of fluids coming out of her vagina for
lubrication, she reached forward and undid the buttons on my shirt, and
reached in to start caressing my chest and shoulders. We kept going like
that for several minutes, with me gently pinching her nipples and
squeezing her breasts while she caressed my chest and rubbed her wet
slit and erect clitoris against my erection. I could tell that she was
as excited as she'd ever been, and she leaned forward to give me a kiss
- surprising me again by opening her mouth and tickling my lips with her
tongue until I opened my mouth, too. We sat there like that for several
minutes, tongues dueling, her rubbing herself against my erection faster
and faster - but as the time went by, I could hear her start to make
little noises of frustration. I pushed her back a little bit, so that I
could see her face, and looked at her with a questioning look on my
face. She could only mutter "can't......quite.......get.......there.....
need......*more!" as she continued to slide her vagina and clitoris
against me.
I shrugged off my shirt, pulled her against me, and stood up. With a
secure grip on her, I stepped out of my pants and underwear, and carried
her, still rubbing against me, into the bedroom. I laid her down on the
bed, and when she realized that she was under me, with my penis pressing
against her vagina, she suddenly tensed up, and said "No - I don't think
I'm ready for that yet!". With all the will power I could muster, I said
that I understood, and said that there was another way for her to get
some relief without my actually entering her. She looked relieved, and
then quickly asked "How?! Never mind - let's do it! I can't stand this
any more!".
I moved around so that I was facing her feet, laid down, and then pulled
her over on top of me, in the classic "69" position. She seemed to get
the idea quickly, and spread her legs even more, giving me free access
to her crotch. With infinite slowness and care, I stuck my tongue out,
and gently licked the outside of her vagina, from her clitoris back
toward her little pink rosebud. She gave out a little gasp, and said
"Yes! That's it! More!". I did it again, only this time, narrowing my
tongue, and dipping it a little ways into her vagina, so that I could
collect some of her nectar - slippery, sweet, and slightly musky. As my
tongue moved inside her slightly, she spread her legs even more, giving
me free access to her. I continued to lick her that way, sometimes
pausing to tongue-fuck her tight little vagina, other times, stopping to
softly suck on her clitoris or vaginal lips. That quickly got her back
to being as aroused as she'd been before, and her juices were flowing
freely onto my tongue and face, making it easier for me to keep her
clitoris lubricated as I focused on it more and more.
While I was doing all that I could to get her as excited as possible,
she got the idea of returning the favor, and started licking and
mouthing my erect cock. At first, all she would do was to lick it, first
lengthwise from near my balls to the tip, and then from side-to-side
around it, but as she got more and more aroused, she started licking my
balls, too, and taking the head of my penis into her mouth. When she
realized the response she got from me when she did that, she soon gave
up on everything else, and concentrated on keeping me in her mouth -
moving her head up and down, fucking my penis with it, or keeping her
mouth still, and using her tongue to lick the underside.
Finally, though, we'd each had as much as we could stand. I felt my
balls tighten up, and warned her that I was about to come; I thought
she'd pull her mouth away, but she didn't. Instead, when my first wad of
cum emptied into her mouth, she just pulled her head back so that just
the head of my penis was in her mouth, and let me continue to shoot
spurt after spurt of cum into her mouth, swallowing it. When I felt the
last spasm, I returned to what I'd been doing - gently rubbing her
clitoris with my tongue, while I felt her take my penis back into her
mouth and start to suck and lick the cum off it. While she was doing
that, I continued to lick her clitoris, but moved one hand up so that I
could collect some of her juices on it before starting to work it inside
her vagina. When I started doing that, she released my penis from her
mouth and arched her back, making it easier for me to work my finger
into her tight, wet slit. I finally got my finger all the way inside
her, and then started twisting it around in her, to get it as wet as
possible. Then I pulled it almost all the way out, and slowly pushed it
back in again - enjoying the sight as her slippery vaginal lips seemed
to hold onto it as it penetrated her, and how her vagina held onto my
wet finger as I pulled it back out again. I could feel her hymen as I
put my finger inside her, but it didn't seem to completely block her; I
could readily slide past it.
She seemed to really enjoy that, along with the tongue-lashing I was
giving her clitoris, and it wasn't too long before I could feel her
tense up over me; and as she gasped out her climax, I could feel her
vaginal muscles clamping down on my finger, and taste the juices as they
fairly flowed out of her. After she reached the peak of her climax, I
pulled my finger out of her vagina, and as she slowly spasmed down, I
gently pressed against her anus with it at the same time I was pressing
her clitoris with my tongue - and each time I did that, it set off
another mini-climax for her.
After a couple of minutes for us to catch our breath, she raised herself
up a little, and turned around, so that she was laying on top of me -
her breasts and hard nipples pressing into my chest, her spread legs
letting her vagina drip it's nectar onto my penis and pubic hair. She
looked up at me, and I asked her "Feel better, now?", and she put her
head back down and started giggling into my neck. When she'd caught her
breath again, she slid herself up a bit more, so that she could kiss me,
and said "I feel much better, thank you. And thank you for not 'pushing'
things". I smiled at her, and told her "It was my pleasure, I assure
you!", which sent her into another fit of giggles into my neck.
She finally raised herself back up again, so that she was kneeling over
my waist, and I pulled the two of us up toward the headboard of the bed,
so that I could lean back and look at the way her breasts swayed as she
breathed, and her nipples stood out, and her vaginal lips pouted. She
smiled at me, and asked "Is that what sex is all about?", and I told her
"That's what making love is all about". She looked confused, and asked
me what the difference was, so I told her that, to me, "Sex only uses
body parts. Making love uses the heart and mind, too." She thought about
it for a bit, and then nodded her head, understanding what I'd said.
About that time, the clock chimed, and made us both realize that her
mother would be getting home in about half an hour - and that her mother
might not be so understanding if her little girl came home smelling of
sex. We went in and took a nice, warm shower together (slippery, clean
fun) before getting dressed again (this time, she put on her bra and
panties). As she was leaving, I gave her a little pat on the bottom, and
told her to take good care of herself.....
For the next few days, Robyn pretty much stayed away. Not that we didn't
see each other, but rather that she simply didn't actually stop in and
visit. Instead, whenever we saw each other, she'd give me one of those
Mona Lisa type of smiles - letting me know that she'd enjoyed her last
visit. Too, as the days went by, the weather changed, bringing much
warmer temperatures; and I noticed (!!) that Robyn had stopped wearing a
bra.
Finally, though, she did stop by again, after she got home from school.
When I opened the door for her, she told me, in a loud voice, "Look! I
got an 'A+' on the paper I did on your computer!" before coming in. When
I closed the door, and turned around, she plastered herself against me,
pressing her braless breasts and nipples into my chest. When I started
to get hard, she could feel it, and started rubbing her crotch against
my erection - helping it along, considerably. Finally, though, she let
go of me, and went over to sit in 'her' chair. I sat on the couch, and
told her that I was glad that she'd done well on her report, and asked
her how things had been going for her the last couple of days. She gave
me a cat-that-ate-the-canary smile, and said that things had been just
fine - but not as well as her last visit. I gave her a wicked smile in
return, and asked what had happened to make her remember her last visit
so well. She giggled, blushed a little, and told me "Just the best
feeling I've ever had in my whole life!". I pretty much figured that a
whole life of 12+ years wasn't much to judge by, but was glad that she'd
enjoyed it as much as she'd seemed to. Then she told me "Y'know, I'm
glad that you didn't.... well.... YOU know...". I told her that I
believed what I'd said about taking the time to make physical
relationships pleasant, adding "I'm not going to be doing anything to or
with you that you don't want. What we did before was very pleasant for
me, but I am not going to try to do anything to make it happen again, or
make anything more happen. If that, or anything more, happens, then I'll
be glad for it; but if nothing else happens, then I'll honestly be just
as glad to have had that one time with you." That sobered her up some,
and she gave me a little smile to let me know that she'd understood what
I said.
A few moments later, she changed the subject, and started asking me
questions about the computer, how it worked, what it was made of, and so
on. I told her that it would be easier to explain to her if I could show
her on the computer itself, and we went over to where the computer was
running a screen saver.
As I started answering her questions, and showing her how the different
parts of the computer worked, and what their purpose was, she got more
interested in it, and started asking me more and more involved
questions. I answered them, as best I could for someone without a
technical background, and before long, we were on the subject of
software. I explained to her how software was written, and about
computer languages and operating systems, using the program that I'd
been working on as an example for different things. Before long, though,
it was at the point where my program didn't 'do' enough, and I went to
other programs to show her different aspects of operating systems and
user interfaces.
The whole thing took a couple of hours, and we were both surprised when
there was a knock at my door. When I answered, it was Robyn's mother,
looking for her. When Robyn saw her mother, she jumped up, and ran over
to her, telling her about getting her report back, and showing her the
grade it had received. Her mother was quite pleased by it, and thanked
me for helping her out as I had. I responded by telling her that it
wasn't any problem, and that I thought Robyn was a pretty smart young
lady. Her mother raised an eyebrow at that, and I told her that Robyn
had asked me some good questions about computers and software, and that
I'd been showing her different things on the computer to demonstrate
some of my answers. I then invited her over for a look, and suggested
that Robyn tell her mother some of what she'd learned. Robyn started off
with how the computer worked, and what the different parts were; and
when she got into software, I went along with her on the computer,
demonstrating the different things she was saying. Since her mother used
a computer a lot on her job, she was able to see that Robyn was getting
nearly all of it correct, and was only getting her terminology wrong in
the few places where she made mistakes. Between that, and seeing that
Robyn had been in the chair next to the computer when she came in,
seemed to put to rest any worries she might have had.
She finally told Robyn that they had to get home, and Robyn started
pleading with her mother, asking if she could come over again, and learn
more about computers, and how to use some of the different software that
I had. Her mother started out telling her no, but Robyn was so
insistent, that her mother finally looked at me for help. I told them
that I would be glad to teach Robyn more about computers, and how to use
the different program, BUT that I was also working for myself, and it
would only have to happen when I wasn't busy. Her mother looked
relieved, and Robyn, of course, was delighted by it - and quickly agreed
to the 'rules'. With that done, they left.
It was a couple more days before Robyn came over again - but I was
having trouble with a little bit of code, and told her that I couldn't
spare the time for any lessons right then. She seemed disappointed, and
asked if she could just sit and watch me. I thought about it for a
moment, and told her she could, but that if she interrupted me, or
distracted me, she would have to leave. She agreed, I let her in, and
she promptly went over, pulled a chair over to where she could watch
what I was doing without being in the way, and sat down. I went back to
work, and over the next hour or so, finally got the code I'd been
working on smoothed out and running. The whole time, Robyn simply sat
there, watching my every move, but not saying anything.
When I'd gotten the code tested, and saved, I relaxed, and sat back in
my chair, finishing off the Coke I'd been drinking. I sighed, threw the
can into the wastebasket, and started to get up to go get another one
when Robyn finally spoke up, saying "Let me get it for you", and almost
ran into the kitchen. She quickly returned with a can of Coke, and
handed it to me. When I popped the top on it, she moved behind me, and
started rubbing my neck and shoulders. I took a couple more swallows off
the Coke, set it down, and leaned my head forward a little, so that she
could get to my neck a little easier. She started really working the
muscles in my neck and shoulders, and it wasn't long before I started
groaning in pleasure. She asked me "Does that feel good?", and I replied
by telling her that it certainly did. A couple moments later, she asked
"As good as Other Things that we've done?" - and I answered "I didn't
say it was that good!", making her laugh. Then she moved around in front
of me, sat on my lap facing me, and with a impish grin asked me "Is
there anything else that would help you relax?". I said that I could
probably think of a couple, and she pulled her shirt off, saying "Do any
of them start here?". I agreed that they did, leaned forward, and
started licking and sucking on her breasts and nipples. It wasn't long
before her areolas were tight and crinkled, and her nipples were
standing out like little dark jellybeans. While I was giving her breasts
a tongue-bath, I was softly stroking and caressing her sides and back
while she held my head against her chest. My penis was completely hard,
and she was rubbing and pressing her crotch against it with small, firm,
movements. After a couple minutes of that, she said "Maybe we should do
this someplace more comfortable...", so I took her in my arms, stood up,
and carried her into the bedroom. When I got next to the bed, I asked
"Do you think here would be a good place?"; she giggled, and nodded yes,
so I set her down on the edge of the bed. She reached down and started
to unfasten her shorts when I said "Here, let me do that". She pulled
her hands away, and started using them to squeeze her breasts and pinch
her nipples. I reached down, unsnapped her shorts, and pulled the zipper
down, revealing her pale blue panties. As I started pulling her shorts
down, she raised her hips up off the bed, and as I got her shorts down
past her knees, she spread her legs slightly, and I could see that there
was already a wet spot on her panties. When I'd gotten her shorts
completely off her, and dropped them on the floor, I moved up so that my
face was in her crotch, and started using my lips to massage her
clitoris and the outside of her vagina through her panties. In just a
few moments, she was starting to moan, and pressing her crotch into my
face as the wet spot on her panties got larger and larger. Before long,
the mixture of her juices and my saliva was enough that the entire
crotch of her panties was soaked, and about halfway up the front -
making them almost transparent, and revealing how her vaginal lips were
extended and pressing against them, and showing off the dark color of
her downy muff.
My erection was starting to hurt from being confined in my pants, and I
was eventually forced to stand up, so that I could take my clothes off.
It took her a moment to realize that I'd stopped, and when she saw that
I was starting to undress, said "My turn!", and slithered across the bed
so that she could stand up in front of me. She started unbuttoning my
shirt, and when she'd gotten all the buttons undone, opened it up, and
reached around to hug me, pressing her tight breasts and hard nipples
into my chest for a few moments before pulling my shirt off. Then she
reached down and unbuckled my belt, having only a little trouble with
it, unbuttoned my pants, and pulled the zipper down - slowly, and
pressing her hand against my erection as she did so. She grabbed the
waistband of my pants, and slid them down around my feet, squatting down
as she did, and brushing her nipples against my skin all the way down;
once down, she gently tugged at each leg in turn, so that I would lift
my feet and she could get the pants out of the way. When she'd tossed
them off to the side, she pressed her face against my erection, and
started using her lips to gently 'bite' at it, as I'd done to her. She
also raised one of her hands up, and started weighing my balls in her
hand, and softly squeezing and feeling them. It was only a few moments
of this before I started pressing my erection against her; she stopped
what she was doing then, stood up, and started to pull my underwear
down, too, repeating the process she'd used to pull my pants down. As my
underwear went down, and my erection came free, it dropped down so that
it stood angled out and up from my body - right at her eye level. When
she'd gotten my underwear free, and tossed it aside, she reached up
again, using one hand to stroke my balls, and the other to hold my penis
as she licked the underside and mouthed it again. When a couple drops of
pre-cum appeared, she got a delighted look on her face, stuck her face
in my crotch, and started slowly licking me from the bottom of my balls,
along the bottom of my penis, and out to the head, where she 'flipped'
her tongue to catch the pre-cum. She made a little smile, and said
"Good! Sweet and salty, at the same time. I like it!".
She looked up at me, giggled a little, and said "I've never really seen
a boy - I mean, a man - naked before. Can I look?". I laughed, and said
"I'll show you mine, if you'll show me yours!", and she laughed, too.
She quickly stood up, and when she reached for her panties, I said
"That's still MY job, you know...", and moved her hands out of the way.
I knelt down, and as I pulled her panties down, was greeted by a nice,
close-up view of her bush. It was still kind of small, but was made up
of sparse, fine, dark, straight hair - enough to give her pubis some
'color', but not enough to obstruct the view of what was under it. After
I'd gotten her panties down, and removed them from around her feet, I
leaned forward a little, and stuck my tongue in her crotch, so that it
was back by the entrance to her vagina - and slowly curled it,
separating her vaginal lips and dipping inside to taste her nectar,
before continuing up to briefly rub her clitoris in little circles. When
I felt her knees starting to get weak, I stood back up, pulled her close
to me, and stood there for a few moments, with my penis trapped between
her legs, holding her and enjoying the feeling of her smooth young skin
next to mine, the way her soft bush felt, and how her breasts felt
pressing against me. After a bit, though, she started moving her hips a
little, so that my penis was rubbing against her crotch. I released her,
and when she moved back a little, I looked down at her and teased her by
saying "Oh! You mean we're not done yet?".
She got another impish smile on her face, and said "Not even close!"
before moving back so that she could sit on the edge of the bed. She
quickly moved some more, so that she was stretched out completely before
me, raised her hands up over her head, spread her legs a bit, and said
"See anything you like?". I laughed, and said "I'm sure I can find
something!", which made her laugh, too. I asked her "Do you still want
to have a look?", and she nodded, so I moved around to the side of the
bed, and laid down next to her, with my head at her crotch, and her head
at mine.
We each rolled onto our sides, and I raised one leg up so that my foot
was flat on the bed, so that she could have free access to anything she
wanted. She took the cue, and did the same for me - leaving me with an
excellent view.
I could feel that her first touches were pretty tentative, so I told her
"The only thing you need to be really careful about are my testicles" -
she reached out and touched them - "Yes, those. They're very sensitive
to pressure, so don't squeeze them too hard." - she started to gently
squeeze them - "That much is okay. The slang term for them is 'balls',
and they're inside my scrotum, or 'bag'. You can feel them, but
carefully. I'll let you know if you do anything uncomfortable, or if you
start to hurt me". And with that, I left her to her explorations, and I
started on mine. It was a real delight for me to be able to examine her
the way I did - to me, each woman's genitals are unique, and a work of
art of their own. Her vaginal lips were smooth and thin, and almost
straight - not surprising, since she was still a virgin - but still
protruded enough from her excitement that they were readily visible.
Because she was excited, they were glistening with her lubrication, and
were giving off a distinct, but mild, musky odor. Her clitoris was
erect, too, and although still hidden behind it's little hood, it was
obvious that it was about the size of a large pea. Her pubic hair was
black, but very sparse. The individual hairs were thin and straight and
very soft - stroking it reminded me of petting the belly fur of a cat.
As she looked and smelled and felt and tasted her way around my penis
and balls, I was doing the same to her - tracing the folds of her vagina
with my fingers and tongue, tasting the ample moisture she was making in
her excitement (light, sweet, slippery, and faintly musky), feeling the
smoothness and thinness of her vaginal lips, the softness of her inner
thighs, and enjoying the way her vaginal lips would wrap themselves
around my finger as I teased her cleft, and slightly entered her.
Whenever I started to put my finger inside her slightly, she would
almost involuntarily arch her back a little, as though to try and impale
herself on it - but I would always move my finger back a little, so that
I was only probing the very entrance of her vagina.
After several minutes of mutual exploration, though, she was getting to
the point where my probes of her vaginal entrance and rubbing and
licking of her clitoris with my tongue were almost more than she could
bear - she was moaning more and more frequently when I stopped doing one
thing and switched over to another, and her pelvis was in almost
constant motion. I gradually changed from licking her clitoris, to
pressing my finger against the outside of her vagina, and then into it
slightly. When I was finally using only my finger on her, I began
entering her vagina with it, going only a little deeper each time,
twisting it around a little to keep it well lubricated, and then
withdrawing it almost completely.
Before long, she was arching her pelvis toward me as I was putting my
entire finger inside her; I could feel the walls of her vagina as they
clasped at it, and seemed to hang on to it when I withdrew it. Her
juices were flowing freely enough that her entire crotch was soaked, as
well as her pubic hair, and it was even starting to flow down toward her
anus. I was licking up as much of it as I could, but there was simply so
much of it.
While I was doing all of that, she had finished her examination of me,
and was switching around from using her hand to masturbate me, to
licking and softly sucking on my balls, to mouthing and licking my
penis. As I started moving my finger more and more quickly in her, she
started taking my erection into her mouth - first just the head of it,
and gradually sucking in more of it, until she was taking nearly all of
it in her warm, tight mouth, and using her tongue to massage and caress
it. I could feel her breathing through her nose, since every time she
exhaled, it sent a little draft of warm air blowing across my balls. I
could feel my balls starting to tighten up, and not wanting to be
selfish, started licking her clitoris in time with my finger movements
in her. She quickly started to respond to that, and had difficulty
holding her crotch still. She also showed her appreciation by moving my
penis in and out of her mouth, rubbing the underside of it with her
tongue on the way in, sucking on it on the way out, and making little
swirling motions on the head of it before taking it back in.
I could feel it when she was on the very edge of her climax, and when I
would get my finger inside her, would make circular motions with it. I
was also gradually slowing down and softening the licking and rubbing of
her clitoris I was doing with my tongue, bringing her along more slowly.
It was only a couple more minutes, though, before she finally went over
the edge - she pressed her pelvis up toward me to get as much of my
finger inside her as she could, and clamped her thighs down on my head,
making it difficult for me to press firmly against her clitoris with my
tongue in time with the vaginal contractions I could feel nearly
breaking my finger. Her moaning as she came vibrated my erection in her
mouth, and I could feel it all the way down to my balls - which damn
near set me off, too! She virtually dripped juices as she came; it was
only moments before my hand was completely drenched with them, and they
had made my whole face wet. As she came down from her orgasm, I
continued to give her clitoris soft little licks; moving my finger in
and out of her in small, gentle motions.
When her spasms finally stopped, she seemed to realize where she was,
and what she'd been doing; and picked up where she'd left off - with a
vengeance! Soon, she was not only giving me one of the best blowjobs I'd
ever had, but was using one hand to alternately softly squeeze my balls,
and gently drag her fingernails across my scrotum. When she felt my
balls tighten, and I told her "I'm gonna cum!", she took as much of my
erection in her mouth as she could - I could feel the head of it
pressing against her throat - and sucked on my like I'd never
experienced before. The first shot of my cum hit the back of her throat,
and she never even hesitated - she just swallowed it, and kept going.
The feeling of her throat as she swallowed my jism was so incredible,
that the next shot was even stronger than the first - and she just did
it again: swallowing it without even slowing down. Between the warm,
moist suction she was providing, and the way her throat would 'tickle'
the head of my penis, it was almost more than I could stand - it felt as
though my balls were turning inside-out, and I came for what felt like
several minutes.
It was only when several seconds went by that I didn't shoot another
load that she finally released me - but only after she'd used her tongue
to lick all the remains of my semen from my penis while she slowly let
my still-firm penis slide out of her mouth. Even after I'd rolled over
onto my back to catch my breath, she slid over a little so that she
could continue to lick and mouth my now-softening penis. Only when I was
completely soft did she stop, and turn around so that she was laying
next to me on her side, her head on my shoulder and one leg over mine,
her arm across my chest, and her breasts pressing against my side. I put
my arm around her, and held her there like that, snuggling with her, for
several minutes: she playing with my chest hair and giving my ribs
little kisses while I caressed her back and gave her soft kisses on the
top of her head. It was only when she started to feel cold that she
finally moved away from me, saying "Feel more relaxed, now?".
"Relaxed enough for the next month, I think!" was the only thing I could
say in reply, making her smile and giggle. I saw the goose bumps on her,
and asked "You ready for a warm shower?" and she answered with "Only if
you're there to help!". I glanced at the clock, and could see that we
still had about an hour before her mother came home, so we went in to
clean each other up - and on the way, she took my hand, noticed her
juices on it, and slowly licked them off with a devilish look on her
face, making me start to get hard again. Even in the shower, she
continued to do almost everything she could think of (and she could
think of a lot, even for as young as she was!) to get me going again. Of
course, I did what I could to return the 'favor', and we wound up
spending nearly half an hour under the spray - leaving only when the hot
water started to run out.
After we dried off and got dressed again (collecting our clothes from
where they'd been cast aside), she asked if she could play with the
computer a little bit. I told her she could, but that I'd have to watch
her at first, to make sure she didn't do anything wrong. She understood
that, sat down, and started trying different things out while I went in
and got the two of us a Coke.
There we were, sitting in front of the computer, when her mother got
home - and came over to 'claim' her daughter. She stayed and chatted
with me for a few minutes, and I could see that she had something on her
mind, but wasn't quite sure what it was. I finally just came out and
said that it seemed as though she was troubled by something, and asked
her if it was something I could help with. She said that her boss had
tapped her to attend a training class in a couple days time, and that
she'd have to fly out one afternoon, stay the night, attend the class,
and fly back the following night. She said that she really wanted to
attend the class, but really didn't think that she could leave Robyn
home by herself - she said that she'd worry about Robyn getting into
some kind of trouble, or not having anything to eat, and all kinds of
things like that.
I told her that her problem wasn't a problem - that if she wanted to go
to the class, she could leave Robyn at home, and that if Robyn had any
problems, I'd be there to help her out. Her mother said that that was
fine with her, but she'd still be worried about Robyn getting something
to eat, so I told her that the following night seemed like a good time
for pizza to me, and that if Robyn wanted to share it, I'd just order a
little larger one. Robyn perked up a bit at that, and it seemed to
reassure her mother (I got the idea she wanted to be talked into it).
Her mother finally agreed, and said that she'd give me the money for the
pizza; I replied by telling her that I'd be buying the pizza, anyway. We
went back and forth like that for a bit, until we finally agreed that
she'd give me enough to pay for half the pizza ("Robyn can eat like a
horse, at times!", followed by "Mo-THER!"). With that settled, her
mother said that she felt better, and would go ahead to the class. Only
then did Robyn chime in by saying "Mom, I think I'd be scared to stay in
the apartment all by myself. Can I stay over here, instead?". Her mother
said that I had work to do, and couldn't be bothered by having her
around for all that time - and besides, where would she stay? Robyn said
that she'd be real quiet, and not bother me, and that she could watch me
and learn more about computers, and that she really wouldn't be any
trouble, really, and that she could bring her sleeping bag and sleep on
the floor, and that she really didn't want her mother to miss out on the
class, and that she'd be okay, really, and I'd said that I'd watch out
for her anyway and this wasn't that much more was it, and it was okay
with me, wasn't it?
I had to smile at how she'd gotten that all out in one breath, and said
that Robyn hadn't been any trouble at all when she'd been over. I added
that Robyn really did sit quietly and pay attention to what I was doing
when she was there, so it wasn't as though she'd be any bother; I also
said that there wasn't any need for Robyn to sleep on the floor - that I
had a perfectly comfortable couch, and spare bedding. I was wondering
what her mother was thinking about this, and I was more than willing to
have Robyn all to myself for a lengthy period of time, but I was worried
about creating suspicion, so I just played it as though I were a
friendly, helpful neighbor that was interested in helping children learn
and do well in school.
I could see her mother waffling on it, and said that it would be a shame
for her to miss a training session that could help her job, that I
didn't think Robyn would be any trouble at all, and that she'd have my
phone number so she could call (collect if she wanted) any time she got
worried (about what, I didn't say - no sense in creating problems).
After Robyn and I just stood there, letting her think about it for a
bit, she finally decided that it was okay (I could see that she really
did want to go), but that if she heard that Robyn gave me any trouble at
all, she'd be "grounded for life ".
Robyn gave out with a "Yippee! Thanks, Mom!", and I simply nodded to her
mother, acknowledging my 'responsibility' in the matter. With that done,
Robyn and her mother went back to their apartment.
Early the next afternoon, Robyn's mother came over to make sure I still
agreed to watch after Robyn, and seemed reassured when I said that I
would still do it - and when she saw that I'd already put a pillow and
bedding next to the end of the couch for Robyn to use. I asked her if
she needed a ride to the airport, and she said that she'd already called
a transport service; they'd be by in about an hour to pick her up. I
wished her good luck on the trip, gave her one of my business cards so
that she'd have my phone number handy, asked her to let me know where
she'd be staying so I could call if I had to, and she left. About an
hour later, I heard a car horn, looked out the window, and watched as
Robyn's mother took her suitcase out and got into the van that would get
her to the airport.
That afternoon, when Robyn got home from school, she came straight to my
apartment. I let her in when she knocked, and told her that I was still
working on the computer program. I added that it wasn't so important
now, so that she could interrupt me to ask questions if she wanted. She
seemed pleased by that, but also asked me what I thought of her clothes
- a thin, tight blouse (no bra), and a pair of shorts that she must have
put on with a spray can. I said "Makes you look good enough to eat!",
and it took her a moment to understand the joke - but my reward was a
very pretty blush and giggle when she did.
I asked her if she'd get me a Coke from the fridge, and said she should
help herself if she was thirsty or hungry. As she headed off for the
kitchen, I went back to the computer, and picked up where I'd left off.
Robyn came back shortly with a Coke for each of us, handed me one, and
pulled up a chair so she could watch what I was doing. I thanked her,
opened the Coke, took a swallow, and went back to my program. For the
next couple of hours, Robyn would interrupt me every so often, and ask
me to explain something to her - anything from what different computer
instructions did to how the compiler worked to what the program I was
writing was for. Each time, I'd tell her what I was doing, and why, and
answer her question as best I could. She seemed satisfied with my
answers, would thank me, and I'd continue working.
When I finally noticed that it was getting to be early evening, I saved
all my work, told Robyn that I'd done enough for that day, and shut the
computer off. Then I asked her what she wanted to do that evening -
after the pizza, of course. She said that she really hadn't planned on
anything, and could we make it a pepperoni and ground beef, with extra
cheese?
I laughed, picked up the phone, order us a large pan pizza - to her
specifications - from Pizza Hut. I suggested that while we were waiting
for the pizza, we could talk, if she wanted. She said she'd like that,
and we moved over when I sat down on the couch, she decided that she
wanted to sit next to me - really next to me. I asked her what she
wanted to talk about, and she said that she wanted to talk to me about
what we'd been doing. I kinda felt a chill go through me, wondering what
she'd have to say, but I said "fine", and asked her what she wanted to
say. She started off by telling me that she'd 'really, REALLY!" enjoyed
what we'd done together - I'd made her feel things she'd only heard and
wondered about. Then she said that she didn't know if I'd like her
because, after she kind of stammered and stuttered a bit, she sometimes
'touched herself - you know, there...". It surprised her quite a bit
when I laughed - she blushed real hard, and started to get upset with
me, before I asked her "so what's the problem?". That seemed to surprise
her even more, and she said that she'd 'heard' that it wasn't good to
touch herself that way, and that all kinds of bad things would happen if
she did. I told her that everyone masturbated, and that I'd have been
seriously worried about her if she didn't touch herself. She seemed kind
of doubtful, and I asked her if it felt good when she did that.
She admitted that it did ("but not as good as what you do!"); so I told
her to pinch herself - hard enough to hurt. She did, and asked me why
I'd told her to do it. I said that it was so that she'd be sure and know
the difference between doing something that hurt her, and doing
something that felt good. I asked her if she'd ever tried to smoke.
After a bit of mumbling, she admitted she had. I asked her what
happened, and she said that it had made her cough, and sick to her
stomach. I pointed out that her body would tell her when she was doing
something bad for it, and that if she did something that felt good, then
it wasn't hurting her physically. I followed that up by telling her that
making herself feel good wasn't a bad thing for her physically, but that
if she did it too much, or did it to the exclusion of other things, then
it would be bad for her emotionally. I told her that she had seemed to
enjoy what we'd done, so I didn't think there was much chance of her
having any emotional problems about masturbating when she wasn't able to
be physical with someone else. That seemed to relieve her mind quite a
bit, and she soon changed the subject (slightly) toward birth control.
She asked me a few questions, and I gave her what information I knew,
always being careful to separate what I knew as fact, and my own
personal opinion. She listened carefully to my answers, and had just
said "I like talking to you about stuff - you don't try to tell me
stories or pretend you know everything; when you aren't sure or don't
know, you say so". I was about to thank her in reply when the doorbell
rang - the pizza had arrived.
With the arrival of food, all conversation stopped for a while. I turned
on the TV to catch the news while we ate; I was amazed at the amount of
food that Robyn could put away - the little imp tucked away 3 slices
from a large pizza, and a Coke, and only after careful thought decided
not to go after a fourth slice, saying "I'll save it for later, when I'm
hungry again."
When I went to put the pizza carcass in the fridge, Robyn got up and
headed toward the bathroom; I sat back down on the couch, and couple
minutes later, she came back into the living room - stark naked! My
penis immediately started to jump to attention, but I tried to stay calm
- asking her if she wasn't going to get a bit cold that way. She giggled
a little, smiled, and said "I've been thinking about it a lot lately,
and I've decided that I want my first time to be with YOU." I told her
that I was flattered that she thought that way about me, and said that
what she was saying was something that could happen only once: she
couldn't go back to being a virgin. She said that she knew that, but
that she also understood what I'd said about taking her time and being
careful and patient - she knew that if she let a boy her own age do it,
he would hurt her, and she wouldn't feel good like she did with me. She
also said that she thought that if she let a boy her own age be the
first, he'd talk about it to all his friends, and people would talk
badly about her - but that she knew I wouldn't say anything because she
trusted me. I asked her if she'd thought about the possibility of
getting pregnant, and she said she had; that was why she'd asked me
about birth control. She said that she couldn't get birth control pills
or an IUD yet, and that she didn't think men liked using condoms, so she
thought that making love at a time when she couldn't get pregnant was
her best choice for her first time; and that she wasn't going to start
her next period for another couple of days, so she knew that she
couldn't get pregnant then.
I had to admit to myself that she seemed to have thought the matter out
pretty well. Of course, I also had to admit to myself that the idea of
being the first one to jump her cute little body had a certain appeal,
too!
About that time, the phone rang - I damn near didn't answer it, but then
remembered that her mother would be calling to see how things were
going, and let me know where she was. I answered it, and sure enough, it
was Robyn's mother. When I picked up the phone, Robyn came over to me,
and started undressing me while I was talking to her mother. Her mother
asked me how things were going, and I told her just fine - that we'd
already had our supper; she asked about it, and I told her about the
pizza and how much Robyn had eaten (Robyn pausing long enough to stick
her tongue out at me), and what we'd done before supper. As she told me
about her trip, Robyn continued to undress me - and because I was
talking to her mother on the phone, my penis had shrunk back down. When
Robyn got my pants and underwear off, she saw that, and decided to do
something about it - kneeling down and taking me into her mouth, softly
sucking and licking it. I couldn't help but get hard again (damn, that
kid was good!), and it was all I could do to make the appropriate polite
noises to her mother at the other end of the line. Finally, though, her
mother started to wind down, and gave me her phone and room number at
the hotel. When I'd written them down, she said she wanted to talk to
Robyn for a bit, so I held the phone out, called out Robyn's name, and
gestured to her to wait a few moments - as though she had to come to the
phone from farther away than my now-hard dick. She understood, and after
a few seconds, took the phone from me, and sat down to talk with her
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