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Punk Rock Girl (Mf, 1st, Msolo, voy)
by punk_you_jenkins
I watched them move from store to store - all the trendy ones that a suburban
mall can offer. Their shopping bags were like a cornucopia of mass culture
- the Gap, Old Navy and Abercrombie and Fitch.
Had anyone paid close attention, I would have surely stuck out. An old tattered
ball cap, navy blue hooded sweatshirt and green baggy cargos aren't unusual
per se, but you wouldn't normally find them in this end of the mall, surrounded
by this season's must-have looks.
Fortunately for me, nobody paid close attention.
So I was free to watch the three girls, no more than 14, as they spent away
their Christmas money.
One of them captured my eye from the moment I first encountered them at the
Food Court, and truth be told, she was the one I was following. Shorter than
the others, she had the most radiant red streaks in her blonde hair and her
creamy skin set off her pale blue eyes like you wouldn't believe. She wore
the uniform of the typical mall-punk kid - a trucker cap with "Porn Star"
etched in sparkly letters, a tight thrift-store t- shirt smoothed across
under-developed breasts and hip hugger jeans with a studded belt sublty revealing
the make of the panties beneath, but not the style or fabric.
To be fair, I wasn't at the mall to stalk. This was the only mall in town
with a decent record shop. The place even had a fair-sized vinyl section
with some re-released Pistols and Stiff Little Fingers. I just had time to
kill when I saw this girl laughing with her friends.
But eventually, I grew weary of the stores' tinny p.a. systems inviting me
to "Shake My Tailfeather" or party like it was my birthday, so I abandoned
my leisurly persuit and headed for my original destination.
I was engrossed in the tracklist of a rare Clash import disc when the three
girls made their way into the store. I glanced up as I heard the infectuous
giggle of young teen girls. For a second, I was captivated again by those
eyes. They had an innocence to them, but they hinted at some deeper understanding.
And they were sexy, especially when she furrowed her brow in concentration.
I forced myself to look away as they turned to find the latest Good Charlotte-look-alike
band's concert DVD, so I didn't notice that my girl had broken away from
the pack and made her way towards me.
"It's a killer record," I heard a soft feminine voice say. "Japanese release
only."
I glanced up and found myself mere inches away from the most captivating
eyes I had ever seen.
"Yea," I managed to say. "It looks pretty good."
"Have you heard of the Dead Milkmen?" she asked. "You'd probably dig them,
judging by the discs you have in your hand."
I had heard of the band, but was still unable to find my tongue.
She giggled.
"I've totally seen you here before dude, I like your taste."
I was astonished. How had I not noticed this supple young goddess before
today? And how had I managed to get her to notice me?
"My name's Anne," she said, offering her soft hand to me.
"J.P." I responded, enjoying the feel of her warm fingers in mine.
Suddenly the spell was broken by a call from one of her friends.
"Come on Annie-gurl, my dad's totally gonna be pissed if we're any later."
Anne giggled and blushed.
"Sorry, that's my ride."
"Wait," I exclaimed. "We should hook up and listen to some music or something."
She eyed me curiously, then blushed.
"I'd like that," she said.
"Here, take my number," I said as I hurriedly scrawled it out on the back
of an old ATM statement.
As she left I couldn't help but stare. Her little ass was perfect and the
image of it walking away would be forever burned in my mind.
I couldn't believe I'd had the guts to offer to meet her again. That really
wasn't my style. And she had said yes! Of course, I was probably ten years
older than her. She probably had some boyfriend her own age. No way she'd
be interested in me. And besides, I'd get in serious trouble if I tried anything,
and I was hardly the smooth operator with girls my own age, let alone some
thirteen (fourteen? who knows) year old goddess.
The next few days passed in silence and I began to lose hope. Then one Saturday
afternoon my phone rang.
"Hey, it's Anne."
I swallowed hard and tried to find my voice.
"Uh hey,"
"You remember me, don't you? From the record shop?"
Of course I remember you, I thought. Out loud I said, "Yea, yea for sure,
what's up?"
"Well, I was gonna hit the mall today, and I was wondering if you wanted
to meet me and talk about some music," she said nervously.
I was relieved that she sounded as nervous as I felt.
"Yea, that sounds cool," I responded, trying to sound nonchalant. "How's
the Food Court at about 2?"
"Perfect, see you there," she said quickly and hung up.
I hung up and noticed I was sporting quite the erection. Just hearing her
voice had brought back a flood of emotion that I was almost too embarassed
to admit to. I jumped in the shower, poured some shower gel into my hand
and began to stroke myself. I let my imagination take me wherever it wanted
to...
In my fantasy we were back at my apartment. She was wearing white satin panties
and a matching bra and she was in the process of stroking my cock through
my pants as we rolled on the living room floor.
She reached for my belt and undid it while looking into my eyes with longing.
"I need you so badly," she moaned.
I began to fumble with her bra while she slid my pants down to my ankles.
The soft feel of the satin was driving my crazy and as I slipped the bra
from her slim body and exposed her tiny tits, I felt compelled to rub the
garment against my cheek.
Her young hands had managed to work my boxers to the floor as well, so only
her satin panties and my t- shirt remained on our increasingly entwined bodies.
She slid up on top of me and began rubbing her satin covered pussy on my
crotch. I reached up and took one of her tiny nipples in my mouth. She released
a satisfied moan that defied her early age and increased the pace of her
grinding.
My hands roamed over her body, tracing her under-developed curves and gently
squeezing the last remnants of baby fat on her thighs. I rubbed her ass over
and over, enjoying the soft feel of the fabric until I built up the courage
to slip a finger inside her panties and over her clit.
She moaned again and looked deep in my eyes as she moved my hands and started
to slip her panties off.
I looked down and saw the object of my desire. She had just a hint of pubic
hair surrounding her otherwise childish pussy. I slid my hand down and stroked
at her barely exposed clit, causing her to moan once again.
She began to stroke my cock as I manipulated her clit. After a few minutes
she looked me in the eye, smiled and began to pull my cock towards her slit.
I entered her in one smooth thrust and felt as her cherry ripped. I looked
up into her eyes and saw her wince with pain, then start to smile.
Just then I felt my cock erupt in my hand and I was dragged back into reality.
I had coated the wall of my shower and had to grab the curtain rod as my
knees buckled. I sighed and finished my shower, wondering if I would have
the chance to live out my fantasy by day's end.
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