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(Mf, cons, ped)
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--- INTRODUCTION ---
Please read before going further so you have a basic background of the story.
You are about to read the rough draft of an excerpt from a novel I'm writing.
It tells of my experiences with two young girls, Holly and Jennifer, who I met
after moving into my neighborhood. Holly is 13, and Jennifer is 12.
If you want to read the full story of how we met, and the events leading up to
this chapter, go to https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/ajhill/www/index.htm to
read the novel (as much as I've written so far).
== A Visit From Jennifer ==
Timeline: December 11 & 13, 2005
PART 1 - (December 11)
Jennifer from the bonfire came to visit me last night. It was the first time
since the bonfire that I've actually gotten to talk with her at length.
Halloween was just a short hello because she was with her friends collecting
treats, and Thanksgiving was only a glimpse of her as she left Holly's
grandparents house. So this visit last night was unexpected and uncertain,
yet very welcome!
She knocked at the back door, and I opened it to see here there in all her
youthful glory. And what a fox she is! Long naturally blonde hair, natural
good looks - no makeup necessary - a slimmer body than Holly and a little
taller, with the perfect size budding breasts. She's sexy/sultry without even
knowing it. Innocent beauty. And she's the quiet type, more reserved than
Holly's outgoing personality. Jennifer is a thinker. I like that, because
I'm the same kind of person. I like conversation that works the mind, but
that's getting ahead of the story.
She muttered a soft "Hi", with a pretty little smile. She's adorable.
"Hey, Jennifer! Come on in." Gave her big smile. She came in and took off
her jacket to reveal a delicious, bone-stiffening body well accented by the
clothes she had on: A pair of very form fitting designer jeans that would make
a dying man in the desert drool, the shape of her peach barely showing through
the soft denim; and a short-sleeved pull-over cotton top that followed her
shape from the waist up. Her flat tummy and developing chest were very well
represented through that top. I loved the way her hair fell around her
shoulders in the back and front. This is getting too hard to handle - two
drop-dead gorgeous LG's in my life.
She saw me staring at her fine body and said, "What?"
"Oh, nothing. Just admiring the view", I sputtered. Yikes, did I really say
that??
The back entrance leads into the kitchen, so we sat down at the table, and I
asked her how things have been since the bonfire and all that. Asked her how
school is going for her this year, etc. General chit-chat stuff. I kept
waiting for her to bring up a reason for her sudden visit. Not that I minded,
but it was just... sudden. Finally, she did.
"So what did Holly say to you at Thanksgiving?", she asked out of the blue.
"What do you mean?"
"Holly told me she was going to talk to you about something. Was it about me?"
"Well," I began, "she did tell me that you told her about us after the bonfire
that night."
"She told you that!?!"
"Yup. But it's ok. I don't care if you told her. You're best friends, right?
Best friends tell each other stuff." Jennifer looked worried and upset at the
same time.
"But she shouldn't have told you", she said in a disappointed kind of voice.
"Now you'll think I tell everybody everything." A slight desperation and concern
in her voice, which I perfectly understood.
"No, no," I said. "I think you're smarter than that. Everybody has a friend
who they tell things to. Holly is that kind of friend, that's all. I
understand no problem." And she started to look a little more relaxed about
it.
"Okay", she said, and we just sat there for a minute or so not saying anything.
I had no idea where to go from here. I could've invited her to finish what we
started after the bonfire, but I didn't want to come across the wrong way. It
was better if she brought it up first, which I was hoping she would. Damn, she
looked so scrumptious sitting there. But at the same time, she looked lost. I
wanted to just hold her and make her feel not so lost. I have a different
feeling for Jennifer than I do Holly. With Holly, there's a lot of sexual
energy there. She's a great girl, but the heat between us is turned way up.
Jennifer, on the other hand, although very sexy and I'm sure we'd have a great
time together that way, is also the type of girl I want to get to know as a
person. I can see soemthing in her that appeals to my own mental level. I
could probably fall head over heels for her.
So, to break the silence I suggested she come into my office to check out my
computers and stuff, to get a firsthand look at my Web design operations. It's
what I do for a living, and at the bonfire she said she wanted to know more
about it sometime. So now I took her to the room on the other side of the
house where my design studio is. Four computers at a very large and messy
workstation, LOL. I sat down at my main comp, gave her a chair next to me, and
I showed her stuff about coding web pages and how to put it all together to
make a website, etc. She was totally into it; wide-eyed and full of questions.
Yes, I think I'm gonna like this girl.
After awhile she wanted to show me stuff on the internet that she's into. I
told her to just tell me what to type into the browser and I'll go to whatever
site she likes. The first series of stops were some greeting card sites. She
loves the greeting card sites; to just look at the variety of cards, and send
some to her friends. She enjoys the creativity of things like that. As we
searched the Web she got closer and closer to me; her face next to mine a lot
as we looked at things together. Eventually, she had inched her chair as close
as possible to me, and rested her head on my shoulder while watching the screen.
Ohhhhhhhh maaannnnnnn, what a nice cozy feeling. It was just... nice. I felt
so comfortable with her like that, and glad she felt comfortable enough to do
it. Definitely gonna like this girl.
So I decided to take the chance and bring it up. The kiss at the bonfire. I
started with, "Soooo, what was up at the bonfire when you just up and kissed me
like that?" I said it in a lighthearted way so as not to make her think it was
a bad thing. "That was quite the surprise", I said, "although it was an
excellent one!" She lifted her head from my shoulder and sat back up in her
chair, looking at me, a pleasant look on her face.
"I dunno. I just felt like doing it. You looked kinda hot that night." Her
eyes were kind of scanning my face.
Wow! What a thing to hear from this quiet little girl. Imagine! Me, a 45-year
old, slightly overweight guy looking hot to a girl her age. I was of course
flattered, but inside I was leaping around like Daffy Duck. This girl was
into me! So I said, "Really??"
"Really", she said. And she kept sort of glancing at my lips. I started
feeling a little anxious now, not really sure how far to go with this moment.
We sat there looking at each other for a few seconds.
"What's the matter?" she asked, smiling a little, knowing damn well what the
matter was, the little tease.
"Jennifer, I... I need to know what YOU want. I'm pretty sure you didn't
come over tonight just to find out what Holly and I talked about. Right?"
No answer. She just kinda made an expression on her face as if to say "oops,
you caught me." It was cute. And even though I pretty much knew what she was
here for, I couldn't be the one to make the first move. If I happened to be
mixing up the signals, and did something that pissed her off... well... I
didn't want to take that chance.
"So what did you come over for?", I asked, but not being heavy about it.
"Wellll...", she asked, looking down a bit, probably surprised at her own
boldness, "what if I want toooo... you know... do it again?"
"What, kiss me?", I prodded.
"Yeah", her head still lowered. Couldn't see her eyes because her hair was
partially hiding her face. I quickly evaluated the situation at the moment,
performing the quickest self-debate in the history of humankind, and decided
that I had already thrown caution to the wind with Holly, so what the hell.
"Well then maybe you should", I said. And she got right serious. She put her
head up, shook it a little to adjust her hair, and looked straight into my eyes
with a serious, focused look on her face. It was almost hot the way she did
that. Then she put her hands up to each side of my face, moved toward me, and
placed her lips on mine. Her two soft little lips felt so warm and sensual on
my own. Once she lip-locked me she seemingly automatically moved from her
chair to mine, straddling me like Holly had done a few nights ago, and she
kissed me so gently and sweetly, like she was afraid I'd break. Well, in fact
she was breaking my heart! The way she kissed me was not so much a sexual
invitation as it was an expession of how much she liked me and wanted me to
like HER. And the kiss didn't even last more than 30 seconds or so; just enough
to get the message across to me that she's the one I should be with. Then she
simply put her arms around my neck and hugged me, her head resting on my
shoulder as she sat there on my lap. And we sat there together for a few
minutes just enjoying each other's warmth and togetherness. My chair is a
swivel chair, so I was kind of rocking her back and forth as she held me.
This girl's mind is beyond her years. She lifted her head and looked into my
eyes, and stroked my hair, and looked so serious. It actually made my eyes
misty. And she said, "I feel so alone all the time". And I was hurled back in
time to my own youth, when I, too, felt so alone all the time. And I knew
exactly what she meant. And it hurt me to be see a young person feel that way.
I hate seeing someone feel alone. It's a terrible thing. So I could relate to
her words, big time.
"So do I, Jennifer. So do I", my eyes trying not to water up more than they
already had.
She saw my watery eyes, and her eyes started to well up a little. "You looked
alone at the bonfire", she said. "Were you?"
"Kinda, yeah", I nodded, my mind almost short circuiting from wondering who
this girl is and where did she come from?
"Holly was right next to you", she replied.
"But I was still alone", I said, trying to grasp the increasing seriousness and
emotion of this moment.
"And you kept looking at ME", said Jennifer.
I didn't know what to say. She had me. Nowhere to run... and I didn't want to.
At that moment I just wanted to be with her, and explore this smart, sexy
person who suddenly turned my world upside-down, both at the bonfire and now.
Who IS this girl?
Then she looked at the clock and realized she had leave. Her parents would be
home soon and she's not supposed out be out when they're not home. So we both
stood up, and she hugged me real tight, and I saw her off a minute later. She
ran across the snow-covered field and disappeared into the dimly moonlit
darkness toward her house. My heart was breaking and leaping for joy at the
same time.
I knew I was going to like this girl.
PART 2 - December 13
Two nights later while my wife was at work, Jennifer came to visit again. She
had called earlier to ask if it was okay, and of course I said yes. She arrived
a few minutes after 7pm, lookin' fine. I love the way her long hair frames her
face and falls around her shoulders so free.
We went straight into my office, and when she took off her jacket it was major
woody time. She wore those snug fitting jeans, and this time she had on a
lightweight knit sweater with those little lacey cuffs and collar. A little
pink flower above her left breast. And it was obvious she was not wearing a
bra. Her breasts are only budding, but the cold air had caused some
drool-producing effects under that sweater. The look on her face as she took
off the jacket was one of slight nervousness and yet determination to not be
nervous. "My god, she's only 12", I thought to myself. "What am I doing?"
She's at the beginning of her life and I could very well be the one who starts
ending it. I reminded myself of my resolve to let her initiate all the moves,
and call all the shots. I would just go along, and stop whenever she wanted to
stop; if, that is, anything was going to happen.
So we sat at the computer where I showed her more Web design stuff (she wants
to make her own web pages now). And she had her arm around me, and her head on
my shoulder as I showed her stuff. It was soooo nice. I love her touch. Her
smell. She was wearing a soft perfume that just complimented her so well. We
did computer stuff for about 45 minutes. She was so into what I do. And we
surfed the 'net for a bit, too. I let her sit in the "Captain's chair" to surf
the 'net, while I sat in the chair next to it. Her face was happy. I was
happy.
Then she wanted to know about my recording studio. I asked her how she knew
about that, and she said Holly told her about it, and about the saxaphone
session. So my heart froze, wondering how much Holly actually told Jennifer.
"Oh yeah?", I said, keeping up an outwardly cool appearance, "what did she say
about it?"
"She said it was really cool", Jennifer said matter-of-factly. "So can I see
it?", she asked. I started to relax a little. Didn't sound as if she knew
anything.
"Sure, let's go". And down we went into my recording studio.
When we got in there she was all amazed and impressed with all the equipment
and stuff. I showed her a bit about how a studio works, and explained the
recording process a little. She was all "wow" and "cool!" and stuff. It was
so cute. She asked how I happened to have a real live studio, and I told her
about my past life as a professional musician. More "wow" and "cool", LOL.
She's adorable.
So she sat on the couch, and when I sat down next to her she just laid herself
down on my lap, her face looking up at mine - such a beautiful face. Looking
into her eyes... I get lost in her eyes. Just like at the bonfire. I stroked
her hair and touched her face as she lay there - an automatic response to her
being there like that. Didn't realize I was doing it at first.
"Hi up there", she said, searching my face.
"Hello down there", I smiled back. "What's up?"
"YOU ARE!", she blurted out with a giggle, and nestled herself against my
pants where I had grown a bit in the past minute or so. And I don't know what
expression I had on my face, but she laughed at me when I realized that she had
felt my hard-on.
"What do you know about that?", I asked playfully.
She giggled, "Wouldn't you like to know!" Then she sort of got serious and let
me know that she was just kidding around, and that she never had done anything
with a guy before other than kissing.
"Nothing else, really?", I asked.
"Nothing", shaking her head slightly. She looked kind of down about that, like
she felt left out or odd for not having experienced sex. "I don't like any of
the guys at school enough to hook up with them. They're all kinda freaky".
"Whaddya mean", I asked.
"Well... they just... I don't know. They're immature. They make fun of me
'cause I'm not into the stuff they're into. I don't care, though."
"You'll find someone someday. Lots of time for that", I replied.
And she got up from my lap, propping herself up so that she was still in front
of me, turned fully my way facing me, and looked at me again - just a couple
inches from my face. "What about you?", she said. And my whole insides went
fuzzy. My head got hazy. My heart beat faster. I think I started to sweat.
My brain was screaming instructions to me that I couldn't comprehend.
"Me??", I said, feigning ignorance.
"Yeeaahhh", she said, with an of-course-I-mean-you attitude. "And I want to
do more than kiss you, too."
Slightly concerned, though totally turned on, I carefully asked, "How much
more?"
"Whatever you want... but not all the way. I just want to do things with you
more than kissing. Like...", and she trailed off with a facial expression that
told me she didn't quite know how to put it.
So I made a move. I considered her words as having initiated the move, so I
acted on it.
I had her lay back down on my lap like she had been, facing up at me, and I
started stroking her hair, and touching her face with the back of my hand;
gently, slowly. I ran my forefinger over her lips - such nice soft lips she
has. Her eyes closed and she took in a sharp breath at the touch of my finger
on her lips. I explored her face with my hand, getting to know her features
and her softness. The scent she was wearing subtly enhanced her presence. My
hand continued downward to caress her neck on th sides and around the back. Her
eyes stayed closed as she obviously was enjoying my touch, a hint of a smile on
her lips.
As I gazed at her, my hand moved to her chest, and I ran it over her breasts
- still clothed at this point, and her eyes opened suddenly when I did it.
She seemed a little nervous, and I asked if I should not do that. She just
said it's ok, and snuggled in a little closer to me as she lay there across my
lap, and closed her eyes again.
"If I do anything you're not comfortable with, let me know." She nodded, not
saying a word.
Wearing no bra, the sweater was the only thing between my hand and her bare
breasts. I could feel her nipples stiffen under the material as I continued
massaging her chest. Ohhhh, man, her breasts are sweet. Little cups that fit
in the palm of my hand; so soft yet firm. Feeling them, I had to lay my head
back and close my own eyes and just drink in the youthful softness that was
under my hand. Every time I rubbed her nipples she took in a sharp breath and
squirmed just the tiniest bit.
Jennifer is the one who decided my hand should no longer be on her sweater.
She sat up... and pulled her sweater off!! Then she lay back down, completely
bare from the waist up. Her perfect little buds staring me in the face.
Nipples hard. Her tummy rising and falling in slow steady breaths. Her
kissable belly button just begging for attention. She's so thin, but not
unattractively. Her body is quite sexy. And I once again started moving my
hands over her breasts, and this time I could do more with them. I rolled and
gave little tugs on her nipples. She really liked that! But because she was
laying down, I couldn't do more than use my hands on her. So for another
minute or so I roamed my hand all over her upper body. I caressed her belly,
and discovered how nice her skin felt. I went up and down her arms; her
shoulders, and back to her chest.
Then, so I could do more, I lifted her closer to me, and started licking her
nipples, and sucking them. She buried her face in my neck and moaned as I fed
on her very suckable breasts. Her hips started instinctively moving in a small
gyrating motion. And she put her head up and said,
"Wait... wait".
"Something wrong?", I asked, afraid I had done too much or spooked her or
something.
"No. I just wanna do something." And she got up off the couch, looked at me
for a second, and started taking off her jeans!
"We can't go all the way, ok?", she said as she stripped. At this point I'm
freakin' out inside. OMG!!! Jennifer is completely naked in front of me!!
Her 12yo beautiful naked body is staring me in the face, and all I can do is
look up and down at her like a dummy.
"Ok", I said. "No problem."
"I'm too skinny, right?", she said as she stood there totally nude.
"No, not at all, Jennifer! You're perfect! Don't worry about that." And she
wanted me to move over so she could have more room to lay down. I honored her
request right away, and once she was down again I actually had no idea where I
wanted to continue. I mean, it was like being a kid in a toy store and being
told I have 5 minutes to take whatever I want.
But I started by kneeling down by the couch, and kissing her. A long, deep,
passionate kiss. I had one arm around her naked body as we kissed, and she
explored my mouth with her tongue expertly. She definitely had experience with
that! I was hard as the rock of Gibralter, and my pants were still on. I
stopped kissing her long enough to unbutton my shirt so our chests could meet
skin-to-skin. What a feeling! Her little breasts pressed against my chest.
Mixed in with her perfume, her tongue in my mouth.... too much!
I began moving down her body once more, this time not spending a lot of time
above her waist. I kissed my way down to the peach fuzz that was growing
there. I could smell her wetness, that sweet smell of pubescent peach juice.
Without shifting around to the usual position, I stayed where I was and just
started eating her out. She immediately started squirming and moving and
moaning as my tongue licked her virgin clit, and I sucked and licked her pussy
lips. I was in an upside-down position over her, so my nose was partially
pressed into the soft divide of her scrumptious behind, as I devoured her juicy
peach. She was moving vigorously to my tongue lashing, and I savored every bit
of that peach, inside and out, driving her wild.
She wasn't inhibited with her movements. It took some effort to follow her
broad gyrations and hip thrusts with my head to stay on the target. I pushed
my tongue into the opening of her vagina. I absolutely love sucking and
swallowing a little girl's juices. And the smell is so intoxicating. As I kept
eatin' into her, her hips were grinding and moving, she panted and whimpered so
sexy. Suddenly she said "Okay, do it!" But before I could respond, she thrust
her hips upward and cried out with the sound of an orgasm gone into overdrive.
She pounded the backrest of the couch with one hand, the other hand clutching
my back, and she let out this big "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhh"
as she came hard. My face was pressed into her, getting soaked with her cum
juice. We were in heaven.
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After a few minutes, once she had come down from our orgasmic high, I asked her
what she meant when she said "do it" just before she came.
"Well...", she began, almost shyly, maybe a little embarrassed, "I wanted you
to DO IT."
"You mean? ..."
"Yeah. Go all the way."
I looked at her and said, "You told me not to."
She looked at me and said, "Well, you could've I guess. I was just scared of
it." I nodded my head, and thought about how much I needed to get to the
bathroom for some much needed relief.
She had to leave again in a few minutes, so she put her clothes back on and
she left me with a very grateful good-night kiss and hug.
My wife came home two minutes later...