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Hey folks:

This is my first story, so I hope I did everything alright!  Please
e-mail me with your feedback... CovertScribe@gmail.com

If I get good remarks I'll post more that I'm working on.



Thanks,

C.S.
(CovertScribe)

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My Petite Ballerina
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1

OK, so it's been a while since I've seen the gorgeous young dancer
friend of mine, and I'd pretty much given up on her since she's gone
off to college.  Not that that stops me from fantasizing about her
tight 18 year old body every now and then, remembering the night I had
her alone in my room and rubbed my penis against her and came.  What
an experience, rubbing my hands all over her firm, muscular butt and
feeling the edge of those silky thong panties!  But I digress...

To my surprise, on a warm mid-September day I get a call on my cell
phone from Allison.  It's a Friday and I have plans with one of my
friends that night, but when Allison tells me that she needs to get
away from campus, my plans are immediately canceled.  I tell Allie
that I'll be down right after work and hang up, puzzled by the fact
that I haven't heard from her in two months and now suddenly she wants
to see me.  Admittedly I'm a little eager to leave work, and even
sneak out a few minutes early.  Not that it does me much good, sitting
in the "2nd worst traffic in the nation".  Oh well.

When I get to the campus, it takes me a while to find my way to her
dorm, but when I get there, I can tell it was worth the trouble.
There she is, standing on the sidewalk.  Her once short brown hair is
now flowing down over her shoulders and her cute little pixie round
face has a HUGE smile.  But what really impresses me is what she's
wearing.  She looks hot!  Don't get me wrong...I've seen this girl in
nothing but tights and a leotard, and trust me, that's a really nice
sight, but this is the first time I've seen Allison in a skirt.  Wow!
Those dance lessons went straight to her legs!  They're long and
nicely tanned and well-shaped, and I can see them to halfway up her
thighs, with the short, lose skirt she's wearing.  The skirt is a deep
red, and goes well with the black stretch top she's wearing that shows
off her shoulders and her arms...and a little cleavage.  Now, Allison
is pretty small in the tit department, but those little mounds are
always so pert and I've only dreamed of actually seeing them.  I've
looked down her top a few times when she bent over next to me at the
barre in dance class, but never saw her nipples...just the creamy tops
of her firm little buds.

As I jump out of the car, she comes running toward me and jumps in my
arms.  Aaaah, this is the old Allison I used to know.  The one who
never could resist cracking a smile when I'd show up at ballet.  The
feeling of her small little 104 pound body in my arms is great.  Man,
there's something to be said for girls who can keep the weight off.
Allison is only about 5'4", so her feet swing off the ground as I hold
her and she giggles.  I walk her around and let her into the car, then
jump into the driver's seat and ask her where she wants to go.
Suddenly her expression changes.

  "I don't know...just somewhere away from here."

  "What's wrong", I ask her.

  "I'll tell you later.  Let's just get out of here", she replies,
looking suspiciously around.

  Being smart enough to take direction, I quickly drive off campus and
we decide that some food and a movie would be great.  We stop at the
local burger dive for burgers, then go to the video store.  At
Blockbuster she's really flirty and sweet, grabbing my hand as we walk
around, hanging on me, and hugging and nuzzling against me a lot.  She
picks a light comedy and we head for my house.  It's on the way there
that I'm able to (holding in my obvious excitement) let Allie know
that my parents are gone for the weekend, and I have the house all to
myself.  Could this be more perfect?!

  The second we get there, Allison wants tea.  She always wants tea at
my house.  She thinks it's really classy because we use actual teacups
and saucers, and have sugar cubes.  She's very cute about it.  Just
like a little girl playing at grown-up.  It's something most 18 year
old girls couldn't pull off, but on her it is perfect.  So I start
boiling the water and get out her standard Earl Grey and a packet of
Darjeeling for myself.  We talk in the kitchen while the water boils,
and she reveals to me the secret of what has been going on.

  "You remember my boyfriend Keith from highschool, right?  Well, now
he's my EX-boyfriend.  It didn't take even a week of being in college
to realize that he didn't come anywhere close to these college guys.
I mean, I want a guy I can discuss business and politics and
literature with, not some guy who only knows what the latest gossip is
with all the cheerleaders at my old highschool.  So I told him that I
wanted to see other people and he got really angry and called me a
bitch and hung up on me."

  "I'm sorry Allie."

  "That's not all...so the night I broke up with Keith I was really
mad and I went to a party with a bunch of girls in my dorm.  When we
got there, everyone just wanted to get drunk, and, well, I was mad at
Keith so I had a few beers and I met this guy who seemed really nice.
He invited me up to his room, and he tried to get me to have sex with
him!  I said no and stormed out and ran all the way home crying.
Where have all the nice guys gone!"

  At this point I reach out to her and grab her in a hug and let her continue.

  "So I basically was just tired of everyone and stayed in my room for
the last few weeks, but then that guy I met at the party kept coming
over and asking me out.  He won't leave me alone and I finally had to
ask one of the R.D.'s to tell him I'm not interested.  I think things
are going to be OK.  He didn't seem violent, but I just needed to get
away from there for a few hours."

  By this time I have poured the tea, and we take it downstairs and
put the video in.  We eat on the floor of my family room, and when we
are done, crawl up onto the couch.  I start rubbing Allie's back and
she sort of snuggles up against me.  I am pretty well-behaved during
the movie.  Eventually she sort of leans back against me and I put my
right arm around her, hooking my thumb into the waistband on her
skirt.  Man I want in there!  As she leans her head back against my
right shoulder I can smell her shampoo and her own natural scent on
her skin.  I gently nuzzle the nape of her neck with my nose and she
giggles and squirms, so I kissed her quickly and tell her, "I adore
you, Allie".  She blushes, and I know that is what she needed to hear.
 She moves one of her hands toward mine, and at first I get scared,
thinking she didn't want my thumb inside her skirt, but she leaves her
hand on mine and just sort of strokes my fingers gently.

To be honest, I am starting to get a little hard, and am glad we are
sitting down.  I mean, I haven't had any contact with a girl in over a
year, and now this gorgeous young thing is lying in my arms.  But I've
known her for 3 years now and she's never made any move toward me, so
I figured I was in the "just friends" category.  Of course, I am a
friend who she lets rub his hands all over her body under the guise of
"a therapeutic sport massage", but maybe she likes the excitement of
that without wanting to do anything with me.  I am suspicious, but I
don't want to push things unless I have a better idea of what she
wants, because having a friend to just grope a little is better than
having nothing at all.  So I kiss her on the cheek, knowing that is
safe because I've done it so much before.  She smiles.  Man, I love
her smile!

When the movie is over, I decide to make a move.  I ask her if she
wants a real massage.  Since I've massaged her at least half a dozen
times, and every time I manage to massage her ass and rub the sides of
her tits, I figure that she knows what she's getting herself into with
this.  She consents and starts to lay down on the floor.  I stop her
and tell her that the couch is a sleeper, and enlist her help in
pulling it out.  Once the bed is out and she's lying on it, I figure I
have it made.  Of course, my plan is to keep her on this bed all
night, though she doesn't know that yet.  I'm just remembering back to
the night I rubbed my penis on her, and how she fell asleep on my bed
and probably would have stayed there if she hadn't had a curfew from
her parents.

Finally, the gorgeous girl is lying face down on the bed, head tilted
to the left so she can see the TV.  I stay out of her view on the
right side and start massaging her back.  After a few initial rubs, I
pull up the back of her shirt so that I can get at the bare skin.  She
has the most lovely back.  She used to have really bad acne on it when
she was dancing, but it has cleared up completely and the skin is
smooth and tan.  Obviously she's been doing some topless sunbathing,
because there are no tan lines.  I knew that, though.  Her parents
have a place on the water with a secluded back deck, and she'd already
told me she sits out there in a bikini and takes the top off when her
parents aren't home.  I've thought countless times of scaling the
fence to her house so I could see this sight, but never have.

So there she is.  She has to lift her torso up a little so I can move
the shirt up to just above her bra strap.  She's wearing a black lacy
bra, and I wonder if she didn't pick it out just for me.  As I move up
to her shoulders she lets out a small moan, and I can tell I'm in the
zone.  My fingers stretch up and down over the supple skin on her back
and shoulders, moving down the sides a little more each time until I
can feel the soft flesh of her breast.  The last time I did this I was
a little scared, but this time I boldly ask her if I can unsnap her
bra.  She reaches back to do it, but before she can get her hands back
there I have it unhinged with one hand.

  "Wow", she mumbles, "that must come in handy".

I laugh and agree with her.  Now with an entire bare back to enjoy, I
start to let my hands wander down toward her ass.  Of course, the BIG
question on my mind is whether she's wearing thong panties again like
the last time.  I don't know why it turned me on so much.  I think it
was just unexpected because Allison seems so shy and conservative to
me.  But the last time I had been massaging her like this, as my hand
slipped down under the waistband of her pants, I encountered very
sexy, lacy thong panties that blew me away.  So now I again move my
hands down to the edge of her skirt and beyond it.  It takes quite a
bit of maneuvering down under but a few inches under her waistband I
hit the soft, silky edge of her panties.  This time I know what to
feel for, and I slide my hand sideways, following the thin band until
it tapers off to just a string as it moves around her hip.  Yep, thong
panties.  With just a tiny triangle of material right at the crest of
her ass cheeks.  I start to massage back and forth, grabbing a little
more of her butt each time.  By the time I've got almost my entire
hand in her skirt I'm wondering if I've gone too far, so I start to
pull out, but not without gently "assisting" my exit by pulling her
skirt down just a tad with my other hand and bringing the edge of her
panties out with me...HOLY COW!  Black thong, with a frilly silk edge.
 I LOVE black.  The wood in my slacks starts throbbing with a life of
its own, and now more than ever I want in this girl's
pants...er...skirt.

Only one way to get there.  I move down to her feet, as she's already
slipped her sandals off.  Working my way up, it doesn't take me long
to get to the edge of her skirt, which I slowly push up as I move up,
looking for signs of resistance from her.  To my chagrin, she just
spreads her legs a little bit so I can continue massaging up the
inside of her thighs.  Well, it's not like I haven't been here before!
 Knowing that Allison is probably a lot more shy about being seen than
being felt, I let the skirt fall over my hands as I hit mid-thigh.  I
ask her some unrelated question just to gauge where she's at...no
answer.  She's asleep again!  Well, you know what that means...free
play for Justin!  The last time I had her in this position I swore I
was just going to fulfill a bet my friend had made with me to rub my
penis against her; but once I was there I couldn't stop myself and
jacked off while groping her, spewing my juice on her leg.  She never
woke up; at least, I don't think she did.  But here I am again.  So I
move up a little more aggressively now, slowing just as I come into
that little indentation where the leg hooks into the body.  I'm so
close and I want it SOOOOO much.  I'm afraid that if I go directly for
it, though, I'll go too fast for her if she IS awake, and scare her.
I definitely don't want to do that, so I decide to take it
step-by-step.  First I rub upward on the outside of her thighs,
continuing up her hips until I hit the thin waistband of her thong
underwear.  Then I go back down and start working up the back of her
quads, straight up onto her ass.  I've massaged it before, and even
felt a little bit of it bare, but not this much.  I've got her entire
luscious ass in my hands.  I cup it and knead it, and my own arousal
starts to send pre-come out of my tip.  I reach in my pants with one
hand to confirm and re-adjust myself.  Yep, I'm really wet and really
hard.  It's time to see just how far I can go with this.  I move back
to the inside of her thighs, going for the gold.  I start massaging in
really light, gentle circles, seeking out the edge of her panties.  As
I hit it, I can feel a few straggling pubic hairs softly brushing out
against me.  "Does Allison shave?", I wonder.

As softly as I can I brush the back of my fingers over her panty
covered pussy, just wanting to get an idea of what her lips feel like.
 Much to my shock and absolute delight, I feel the heat and dampness
that is indicative of more than just casual indifference.  "Allison's
pussy is wet!", my mind starts screaming.  She's still not moving, and
my mind races over the possibilities.  Is she really asleep and this
is just some sort of automatic physical response to what I've been
doing?  Is she slipping in and out of sleep, but enjoying it?  Is she
faking being asleep just to give me the opportunity?  In any case, I
know I need to do something about it.  I decide I've waited long
enough, and I very slowly and gently pull her skirt all the way up and
drape it over her back.  I almost cum at the sight under me.  Between
the slightly parted delicious legs, I see the black panties, running
up the crack of her ass.  Her ass is absolutely smooth and firm and
perfect, just like a model.  I can't help myself and I lean over and
get my face really close to her ass, peering down into her crotch.  I
can see the smooth skin merging from her ass to her labia majora,
about a dozen or so short, soft, light brown hairs curling out of her
panty edges.  Her lips bulge out amply, stretching the fabric tight
across them so that I can almost perfectly read what lies underneath.
And there, right in the center, a small dark spot about the size of a
quarter but somewhat uneven in shape.  I start to stroke that little
dark spot with my finger, pressing in a little more firmly, but my
dick can stand it no longer.  I pull it out and begin to tug on it
with my left hand, as I watch a few drops of pre-cum fall onto her
ass.

  "Might as well rub it in like last time", I think, and lean over her
with one hand while I guide my tip in circles on her ass with the
other.  I've got to get my tip onto her pussy!  I reach down a little
more firmly with my fingers this time and rub outside her hole.  The
moisture on her panties is soaking through onto my fingers now, and I
reach them up to sniff them.  Her smell is sweet and just slightly
musky.  Very nice.  Probably the best smell I've ever had the pleasure
of experiencing.  I lick my fingers...not much taste.  Leaning over
her again with my thighs on the outside of hers and propped
precariously on my right arm, I gently lower my pelvis until my dick
rubs in her crack.  I move it up and down a few times, but I'm already
about to come.  So I aim lower and let my tip slip down onto her pussy
lips, right where the wetness is.  I can feel the heat on my prick and
I slowly rub it up and down, pushing a little harder until I feel her
lips part slightly and bulge up around me.  I'm so excited at this
point that it only takes a dozen strokes before I'm ready to come.
Just as I'm about to shoot I realize, "Shit!  I don't know if she's on
the pill".  I quickly pull back and hold off my eruption, and decide
to do this the safer way.  Crawling down so I my face is just inches
from her twat, I slip my finger under the material and gently let it
slip between her puffy outer lips.  This is just what I need...the
smell, the feel of her pussy...I pull the material aside a little bit
and can barely make out two thin, twisting inner labia as I shoot my
sperm up onto her leg.  I can't control my twitching and don't really
care as my body shudders with the best orgasm I've had in a year.  I
shoot at least a foot away from my dick, making a mess on her left leg
and the sheets.  When it's done I collapse with my face right on her
ass and rest for a few seconds.  Then I quickly get up and run to the
bathroom to clean both of us up.  I bring toilet paper in, and gently
clean off the back of her leg and the sheets, then discretely pull her
skirt down again and crawl up next to her, wrapping my arms around her
and letting myself be enveloped by her natural scent and that
wonderful shampoo.  As I spoon my beautiful young dancer, I let myself
drift off into sweet unconsciousness too.



2

"What time is it?", she stirs and asks.

"1 am".

"I should probably get home".

"Why", I ask.  There's a long pause.  Suddenly she whips around with a
grin, almost knocking me in the face with her head.

"I don't have a curfew", she proudly states.

"Nope, you can just sleep here...it's where all my friends sleep".

"But I don't have any clothes to wear, and I don't have any of my
stuff with me", she counters.  I can tell she's begging to be
convinced to stay.

"You can borrow a pair of my silk pajamas for tonight, and I'm sure
there's something in my closet you can wear tomorrow.  I have an extra
toothbrush from my dentist that you can have, and you can take a
shower here and borrow all the rest".

She less-than-reluctantly concedes.  As we go to my room to get her
pajamas, she sulks, "it's too bad I don't have my pajamas with
me...you'd like them".  I wonder just what she means by that,
especially whilst displaying such a mischevious little grin, but let
it go.

      While she's changing, I walk into the bathroom to grab all the
toiletries she will need, and put them into a bag for her.  We meet
out in the hallway and I show her that yes, indeed she has everything
she needs right here.  So I walk her into the family room and tuck her
into bed, wondering what Saturday will bring with this young beauty.

      Lying in my bed, my dick gets hard again just thinking about the
girl and what I did only an hour before.  I start to stroke myself and
am on the verge of cumming when I hear a faint tap at my door.  Before
I can answer, the door opens and in creeps Allison.  She stands in
front of my bed like a little girl who has had a nightmare and says,
"Justin, do you mind if I sleep in here for just a little bit?  I feel
weird being alone in there".  Mind?  Do I mind?!  I open up the covers
and let her in, and before I know it, we are both fast asleep,
clinging to each other.

      As I roll in and out of consciousness during the night, I am
still vaguely aware of her presence.  I can feel the softness of her
body against me and am sure that I get hard and press my throbbing
dick against her ass several times.  But as I start to waken in the
morning, I can't remember whether she pressed herself back against me,
or was that just a dream.  Looking close up at the back of her head, I
can feel myself wishing she were awake so I could talk to her.  But as
my mind rolls over the events of the previous night I start to get
hard once again.  I do my best to avoid thrusting against her, so I
press myself tightly against her and hold my dick against her butt as
I spoon her.

      But apparently that is enough, because she stretches slightly,
then excitedly flips over, looking me in the eyes, and says, "good
morning!".  She almost hits me in the face with her elbow as she
executes this maneuver.  I respond "good morning" to her and then we
lay in silence, looking each other in the eyes.  I'm not sure what to
say at this point.  I honestly can't tell what she's thinking about.
Thankfully she helps me out:

      "Last night was wonderful".  No help.

      "Uh... thanks.  What do you mean?", I respond.

      "You know.  [pause, her eyes search mine.]  The massage.  I
really liked that.  I know I don't tell you, but I think you can tell
by now that I like the way you touch me."

      "Well, I really like touching you.  You have such an awesome body."

      "Thanks".  And then she does something that shocks me.  She
kisses me.  Not a big kiss.  Just a light, soft, gentle kiss that
fills my whole body with warmth.  That's it.  The line has finally
been crossed.  We are now past flirting and into official romantic
contact.

      Once she had taken this step there was nothing I could do but
return the favor.  So I move back in, pull her close to me, and kiss
her back.  I am a little less gentle and held the kiss a little
longer.  Our lips begin to play with each other and then our tongues
start shyly darting into each others mouths.  After a few minutes of
playful kissing, we both pull back and look into the eyes of a new
lover.  It's always a strange experience, and even more so now because
Allison had for so many years been "just a friend" and is now so much
more.  I am confused.  There are questions I have to ask.

      "So how awake were you last night?".

      She giggles.  "I was awake the entire time.  I just wanted to
give you a chance to do what you wanted to.  Well, what *I* wanted you
to.  [pause]  I was awake the last time too", and her voice trails
off.  This little vixen.  She might be shy, but she certainly isn't
ignorant.

      I smile and start running my hands up and down her back, this
time boldly slipping them up under her shirt.  As I run them down over
her bare ass I ask her, "So why all the secrecy about it?  Why not
just openly let me do it?".  She gets really quiet and starts to pull
away.

      "I can't tell you... you'll think it's weird".  As she turns away
from me I start to implore her:

      "Please tell me.  Honestly, there's nothing you can tell me that
I think is weird".

      "But good girls aren't supposed to".

      "Good girls aren't supposed to what?", I ask, now starting to get a clue.

      "Well, ever since I first met you I've imagined what it would be
like to... you know... do stuff with you".  Her voice is so shy and
reserved now.

      "Allison, there's nothing wrong with imagining.  Trust me.  I've
had more than my share of fantasies about you!", I comfort her.

      "But sometimes I do more than just fantasize.  Sometimes I...
well... I know it's no big deal for guys, but for girls... it's just dirty
I guess".  That was it.  Now I've got it.

      "Allison, have you ever touched yourself (I know from previous
experience that girls prefer this wording over 'masturbate') and
thought about doing stuff with me?".  Silence.  "Because I have to be
honest; I've thought about you and touched myself a lot.  I've checked
you out in dance class and stared at your butt and your breasts.  Each
time you'd bend over at the barre I'd try to see down your top.  And
each time I massaged you I was really just try to feel you up."  I can
feel her take a deep breath and relax.  "Heck, Allison, the last time
I massaged you I got so excited that I masturbated right there next to
you, and then I did it again last night.  I masturbate about you all
the time because you're so damn hot.  I hope that doesn't offend you."

      It works.  She doesn't say anything but she flips over and we
start kissing again.  And for the first time it is HER hands wandering
all over ME.  She traces down my chest, opening my top button by
button, then letting her hand wander down to the golden spot.  She
holds my dick in her hand, looked me in the eyes, and says, "I don't
want you to have to do this for yourself anymore" and begins stroking
me.  I wish I could say that we instantly ventured into hour upon hour
of hardcore sex, but that doesn't happen.  I am too keyed up.  Here is
this girl I have fantasized about for several years without anything
happening, and now all of a sudden things are going full speed.  She
reached her hand inside my pajama pants, stroked my bare shaft a
couple dozen times, and I spew all over her fingers and my stomach,
much to our mutual satisfaction.

      With a satisfied moan, she nuzzles up against me and we fall
back asleep, enjoying the glow of our first overt sexual experience.
This time our cuddling is a little more intimate than it has ever
been.  I had gently slipped my hand up her top, and as I slip in and
out of consciousness I slowly play with that nipple that has evaded me
for so long.  It is small and hard in my fingers.  I can tell she is
enjoying just having my hand there and wonder how many nights she has
spent alone, touching herself, imagining this moment.



3

      Eventually the sounds of life and a sunbeam on our faces wake us
both back up.  After lazily nuzzling and running our hands on each
other's bodies for a few minutes, we start to discuss what we should
do.  Of course, having crossed that line between friends and lovers,
I'm sure we are both thinking about just how far past that line we
will go and how we will get there.  As I lovingly nibble and suck on
her neck, I suggest that we should get up and figure out what to do
with our Saturday.

      "Like what?", she queries unhelpfully.

      "I don't know.  I guess we should start with a shower.  Do you
want to go first or should I?"

      "Well... I don't care I guess", and she sort of blushes.

      I jump in, sensing her thought.  "Or we could just shower
together.  I mean, if you want?".

      She giggles, smiles a little wickedly and asks if I am sure that
no one will walk in on us.  I assure her that we are quite alone in
the house.  I remember my days in college and the feeling of NEVER
having any privacy, and can understand why she is so insecure about
it.

      So I throw the covers off of us as she whines and pretends to be
put out.  I roll over her, tickling her as I go, and stand up.
Looking down at my sweet little angel, I can't believe how lucky I am.
 I want to take a picture of this moment because it is just so
perfect.  If I'm not careful, I am going to fall in love with this
girl.  She is just so young and sweet and wonderful.  I grab her hands
and pull her up next to me and start to lead her toward the bathroom.

      When we get in there, we are both a little unsure of what to do.
 Even though we've touched each other all over due to our years of
ballet partnering with each other, we've never seen each other even
close to naked.  So after I flip on the lights, pull her into the
bathroom, and shut the door behind her, I make some nervous smallchat
as I reach into the tub and turn the water on.  I ask her if she likes
her showers really hot or cold and she said 'hot'.  Great.  So we both
stand there talking like idiots, waiting for the water to warm.  When
it is warm and I pull the little lever, sending the water up into the
shower nozzle, we no longer have an excuse.  We are either going to
get naked together or chicken out.  I figure I am WAY too old to back
out.  After all, I've done this before with several other girlfriends.
 So I ask her to check the water one last time, which she does, and
then ask, "Are you ready?".

      "Yes", she replies, eyes down guiltily.

      I tilt her chin up and said, "Allison, you are so beautiful.",
and kiss her lightly on the lips.  Then I begin undoing her top,
button by button, at last slipping her top off her tan shoulders and
to the floor.  I am thrilled (and instantly hard) at the sight of her
small mounds.  Actually, they aren't so small anymore.  Obviously once
she stopped dancing she put on a little weight, and a lot of it went
to her breasts, which are a nice, small B-cup.  They are incredibly
firm, sitting high up on her chest with tight, bright pink areola.  At
this point I can no longer hide my erection, which is poking straight
out at Allison, so I decide to make a joke of it.  "Well, I guess you
can tell I really find you attractive".  She giggles and reached out
to touch it.  She gets a little braver, pushing my top off my
shoulders and then pulls my pajama bottoms and underwear off in one
motion.  So there I am, standing in front of her with my erection
sticking straight out.  I'm not going to lie and say I have a 12 inch
monster penis.  Mine is an average 6 inches.  It looks pretty much
like any other penis.  I try to keep it well groomed, trimming the
hair down close on top with scissors and shaving my balls.  Well, she
seems to like whatever she sees, as she smiles and grabs it again.
But I am going crazy and reached out, pulling down her pajama bottoms
but being careful to leave her panties on.

      I really love the look of a girl in panties and these black
thong ones are great.  They are tiny in front, and it is obvious that
she keeps things groomed too.  I supposed she would have learned to do
that long ago, wearing a leotard every day.  As she is playing with my
penis, I reach out and rub her mound, enjoying the feeling of the
silkiness as she spreads her legs for me.  I push my fingers in around
her hole and can tell that she is wet again.  "It feels like YOU'RE
turned on too.  I'm glad I'm not the only one."

      She laughs and says, "Come on.  Let's get in the shower or we'll
spend all day here."  I wouldn't mind spending all day playing with
her pussy, but before I have a chance she pulls off her panties and
jumps in the shower.

      As soon as we get in she starts splashing around and having fun.
 My old Allison is back... Well... except that she is now naked.  But to
be honest I almost forget about that, what with her playfulness and
teasing.  Shoot!  I can feel myself starting to develop feelings for
this girl again.  "Push them to the side.  Just have fun, Justin."  So
I give in to my 'voice of wisdom', grab her, and hold her directly
under the shower head, getting her completely soaked.  Big deal.  We
are taking a shower after all.  But it is still a fun game.

      After a few minutes we decide we should get down to business.
Allison seems as impressed with my collection of exotic body soaps and
shampoos as she had been of our tea selection the first time I opened
our tea caddy.  She puts the same amount of effort in selecting her
soaps as a little child would in picking out a favorite candy at the
candy shop; and looks just as cute doing it.  She asks me for several
bits of advice on how various gels, powders and bars 'work', opens and
sniffs several, and finally settles on a good lavender shampoo and
conditioner, and a brisk minty body wash.  Mint and lavender.  Very
nice choice together.  I am impressed.  I also know that the mint will
be a mild stimulant on her skin; at least, I am hoping so.

      I start with the shampoo, figuring that I could then let the
conditioner soak in while I am cleaning the rest of her body.  It
didn't look like it really needed much cleaning, but who am I to argue
with a girl who is going to let me touch her literally everywhere.  I
pull her out of the nice warm rain of water, to her mild and pouty
protest, so that I can get to work.  I grab the shampoo bottle, turn
it upside down and squirt a liberal amount of the thick, translucent
gel into my open palm, and get to work.  I have to admit right now
that I LOVE shampooing a girl's hair.  Actually, I love playing with
it in general.  Cutting it, styling it, brushing it, burying my face
in it.  There's something about nice, long girl-hair that is just so
feminine.  I guess it brings out the caveman in me because I kind of
want to grab her by the hair and just fuck the hell out of her.  But I
hold back in this case, being tender and gentle.  After I've
thoroughly sudsed her now very dark brown hair (my mind wanders for a
brief second, wondering why hair changes color in water), I switch
places with her, placing her in the nice warm jets and helping her to
rinse all the shampoo out.  Swapping once again, I begin the same
procedure, started at the tips of her hair and enjoying it just as
much, and making sure to give her a nice long scalp massage when I get
to the top.  She moans audibly and closes her eyes.  I LOVE having
that effect on her.

      And of course this has all prepped her very nicely for the
hands-on scrubbing that is to follow.  She turns her back to me,
pulling her hair over her shoulder and giving me a nice look at that
incredibly tight ass of hers.  I grab the loufa, squirt some of the
body wash into it, and begin to work it into a lather.  As I look down
her body I can feel a little bit of power surging into my penis again.
 I'm going to enjoy this.  A lot.

      I start with her shoulders, gently massaging them, and slowly
move down her back.  Then I go back up and work my way down her arms,
from her smooth shoulders to the tips of her small, childlike fingers.
 She surprises me, leaning back against me as if she were luxuriating
in a bathtub, exposing her whole front to me.  My penis continues to
grow hard as it slides up her back now.  I start running the sponge in
circles around her stomach, suddenly shy myself for some reason.  As
my circles grow bigger, I can feel her anticipation grow, and
eventually she surprises me by gently moving my hands up to her
breasts.

      Her eyes are closed in obvious enjoyment as I slowly move the
rough sponge over her breasts with one hand, then follow with my
other.  The nipples on the buds of her small "barely B" tits are
getting really hard, and I take some time to divert from the shower
for a moment.  I start to use my free hand to gently pinch and flick
her right nipple.  This is met with a several sharp intakes of breath
and then a long sigh.  I guess that's a good thing, so I go a little
further, stretching the nipple out and then pinching it and letting it
snap back into place.  Her body shudders and "oh Justin" escapes from
her lips.  Wow.  It appears Little Aliie might like it rough.

      Now, of course, I'm really eager to "get on to the good stuff".
After slowly thrusting my hips against her slippery ass a few times,
letting my prick slide up and down it, I regretfully pull away,
bringing the loofa around to her ass.  The scent of mint is now
filling the air, and I'm hoping it has the intended effect on her body
as I finally get the good groping of her butt that I've imagined in
pretty much every dance class for the last several years.  And let me
tell you, I'm not disappointed.  It is so tight and muscular.  Just
like those gymnasts you see on TV.  As I run my fingers into her crack
she squeezes my hand with a fierceness that surprises me.  "Man, if
only my dick were right here, she could really..." my thoughts trail
off.  "Later.  Later."

      As I get down to the base of her cheeks and between them, I can
start to feel her pussy hair.  Gently trailing my finger forward I can
feel her lips for the first time.  They're soft and practically
hairless as I probe in between them, I can feel her slick oil oozing
out.  It's not surprising to me that her juices are flowing, but
gratifying at the same time.  She gets really quiet and her breathing
almost stops as I reach around and begin shampooing her barely
carpeted mound, and move down the front.  I start to rub her pussy in
circles with all four fingers pressed flat against her, then move the
loofa into the same place so that she can enjoy the differing textures
and sensations.  I'm getting a little worked up myself, and don't want
to make it overly obvious that all I care about at this moment is that
hole between her legs, so I start to move down her powerful thighs.

      I get down on my knees, now face to face with her ass, and give
her two kisses, one on each cheek.  I'd rather bite right into that
luscious thing, but I don't want to shock her too much at the moment.
When I get down to her feet she turns around so that she can use my
head for balance.  Placing her left hand on top of me, she picks up
her right foot and offers it to me, at the same time offering me a
great view of her pussy.  I can finally see the short brown hairs on
her pussy mound, trimmed into a small triangle and pointing down
toward her lips.  Her outer lips appear small, with two perfectly
shaped inner lips that are a little darker in color sticking out past
them.

      I quickly scrub both feet, hardly ever taking my eyes off her
vagina until I come back up, double checking each spot.  By the time
I'm standing I'm rubbing her pussy again, both from the front and the
back.  She still is too shy to look at me and keeps her eyes closed as
I rub her chest and then embrace her to rub her back.  I whisper in
her ear, "So did you like that?".  There is a long pause and I pull
back, worried that she's upset.  "Allison?", I probe.

      Finally, very meekly she states, "It tingles.  All over.  I
especially like how it feels right on my clit.  Here, you feel."  And
she wipes some of the soap off her body onto her hand, grabs my dick,
and rubs it into my tip.  Holy crap.  I'm ready to shoot through the
roof.  I didn't even know she knew words like clit, but then to add
that to her stroking me?  And she is right.  The stuff does give you a
really nice tingle.  I can no longer take it.  I reach down and in one
motion pick her up, slam her up against the wall with her feet
dangling off the ground, and have my prick right at her entrance.  We
started kissing madly, with my tip slipping up and down the entrance
to her cunt.  I bet her 'clit' is sure tingling now.  She is so light,
my little Allison doll.  All those years of ballet partnering and I
can still hold her up in the air like she is a little baby.  I've
never wanted her so badly.

      God I want to slam into her with all my strength.  My breath is
raging out of me like a bull and my entire body is trembling with
lust.  But I don't want Allison's first time to be like this.  It
should be an act of gentleness and loving, and not just wild,
abandoned lust.  ... That will come later.  So I ease her slowly down
from the shower wall, hoping I won't later regret my tenderness.  I
take a deep breath and say, "Wow.  OK, why don't you soap me, and then
we can get out of this water before we get all pruney."  I hope I'm
not hurting her feelings, since that is the last thing I intend.

      She seems to understand, though, and after taking a similar
moment to collect herself, she switches somewhat awkwardly back into
perky little Allison and questions me as to what soap and shampoo I
want.  Now, normally I just use a bar soap and some cheap Suave
shampoo, but I want this experience to be long and sensual for me as
well.

      Our first problem is the height difference.  The top of her head
comes up to the tip of my chin, so there's very little chance she's
going to be able to wash my hair without some adjustment.  So I lean
back against the far wall of the shower and scoot down it a bit,
giving her access to my head with a little adjustment.  She grabs the
same shampoo I used on her and slowly lathers it into my short hair,
smiling at me lovingly as she does it.  The attention feels great.  I
so seldom get that kind of touching or cuddling anymore.  When she's
done, she leads me blindly over to the showerhead to rinse off, then
pulls me back and guides me out of the water so she can soap me down.
She follows much of the same pattern, standing on her toes to rub my
shoulders, and guiding the sponge down my back.  She giggles as she
runs the loofa over my butt, carefully and somewhat reservedly pushing
it between my cheeks, and then on down my legs.  After she has
finished my legs, she asks me to turn around and starts to run her
soapy hands over my chest, obviously to her own enjoyment as well as
mine.  My penis has gone mostly limp by now, giving it a nice, full
look without making it look erect.  Her hands move lower and lower
down my stomach, then avoiding my groin completely, she washes the
places on the front of my thighs that she had missed when washing from
the back.  She pushes up on her toes for a quick peck, my penis
brushing her stomach as she leans in, then looking me straight in the
eyes, she circles around my crotch until my penis is in her hands.  I
can tell she's almost embarrassed to look at it.  She's such a strange
dichotomy.  Mostly shy, cute, and girlish, but every so often coming
out with something that blows my socks off.  She is about to do it
again.

      Her rubbing and scrubbing of my penis starts to get me hard
again, and I grow firm in her hands.  I tell her, "It's OK to look at
it if you want to".  She looks down at it, and then unexpectedly gets
down on her knees so that my cock is eye level with her face.  She
stretches the skin around, reaches under and feels my balls... basically
examining it as a child might examine a new bug or plant they had
found while exploring out in the backyard.  My heart flutters a little
looking down at this angelic woman-child, intently exploring me for
the first time.

      As she holds it in her hand examining it, she leans forward and
gives me a little kiss on my tip.  And then she does something I never
would have expected.  She leans forward and in one single motion takes
a good portion of it right into her mouth.  "Holy crap!" is all I can
think as she slowly slips back off of me.

      She looks up at me with those sweet, innocent eyes and asks me,
"Do you like that, Justin?", as if it were a legitimate 'yes or no'
question.

      "Of course I do", I tell her.  "It's one of the best feelings
I've ever had".  And it is.  Before I can even think, she takes a deep
breath and goes back in for more, slowly taking almost every inch of
my prick in her mouth.  I have no idea how she does it with that tiny
mouth of hers, but somehow she manages.  The sight of my dick slipping
in and out of this barely legal little ballerina's face makes my blood
boil.  I can feel her tongue working my tip each time she pulls out.

      She starts increasing the pace.  With one hand anchored on the
base of my penis, the other slips between my legs and starts gently
rolling my balls around.  "You're going to make me come again!".

      "Good", she smiles and says in between strokes.

      "But wait.  I want to do something for you", I protest.

      "You already did."

      "When?"

      "Last night, after you went to sleep.  I couldn't help myself.
I touched myself as I felt your body pressed up against me and I came
harder than I ever have before."


      That is all it takes, and the next thing I know, I'm spraying my
load all over her face.  She not only takes it like a champ, she seems
to enjoy the experience of my manjuice running down her chin.

      "Wow.  I've never done that before."  Allison seems somewhat
stunned.  I wish I had a picture.  OK, let's be honest.  I wish I had
a video.  With plenty of close-ups.




4

      After another quick soaping to get all the sex juices off of
both of us, we are out of the shower, and sharing one of my oversized
black towels.  It feels so nice to have her body pressed flat against
mine as I wrap the towel tightly around the two of us.  She wiggles
her toes in the fuzzy bathmat and shivers.  Suddenly her arms break
out in goosebumps.  Wow, this girl even makes goosebumps look
adorable.  As I reach over to flip the heater on, I see our image in
the mirror.  There she is... MY Allie.  Naked and wrapped up with me.
There's almost an artistic beauty in it, to me.

      But the setting is ephemeral.  Soon she is bouncing around,
excited to get dressed and start the day's adventures.  She drags me
by the hand back to my room and asks me if she can borrow something
out of my closet.  She promises not to take anything nice.  (as if I
care!)

I tell her to help herself to anything in my closet while I return to
the bathroom to brush my teeth and comb my hair.  When I come back in
I can't believe it.  She even makes my sweats and an old t-shirt look
hot.  I grab her, sliding my hands into the sweats and feeling her
sexy thong panties, rubbing noses with her and grunting.  "God you're
hot!"

      "You too!".  She runs her hands on my chest.  "Here.  I picked
out some clothes for you."  She has a nice pair of jeans and a casual
looking Abercrombie shirt waiting for me.  While I'm dressing she
flits off to the bathroom and does whatever girls do in there, coming
out with a big smile and her hair in a ponytail.  Within 5 more
minutes we are dressed and out the door, with a cityguide in hand.

      "What do you want to do today?", I ask her in the car.

      "Well, at some point I'd like to get some stuff from my dorm, if
that's alright with you."

      "Of course.  Do you want go now, or can we do that later?"

      "Later is fine.  Whenever it's convenient."  She smiles at me.

      "OK, let's go get some breakfast then."

      We head to the nearest Denny's and have a quick, casual meal,
deciding that we want to head to the historical area of our city,
where there are parks, museums, and such.  As I munch on some toast (I
never was a big eater in the morning) she shows off her voracious
appetite.  How in the world does this girl stay so tiny?  Eggs, bacon,
pancakes.  It's all on her plate.  But only for a few minutes.  I'm so
busy pouring over the cityguide and discussing ideas that I don't even
realize till the waitress comes that Allison has cleaned her plate.
What a good girl.  Now at least she's not depriving some child in
Ethiopia, or whatever it was our parents used to tell us.

      Somehow she convinces me to go to the anthropology museum.  Now,
I think this place is boring as heck, remembering all the times I had
to go there as a kid on fieldtrips.  But Allison is pretty sure she
wants to be an anthro major and this kind of stuff really gets her
off, so I agree.  A happy Allison now will mean a happy Justin later.

      We walk through the museum as quickly as I can subtly urge her.
Every so often she exclaims something like, "Oh look, there's
australopithecine".  Great.  I'm thrilled.  OK, not really.  By the
time we've gotten to the other side of the museum, it's more than 2
hours later and I'm ready to fall over I'm so bored.  But as we are
examining one of the last exhibits, She stands really close to me,
rubbing her body against mine, and says, "You know Justin, I really
appreciate you coming here with me.  I know this isn't your thing, and
you're probably totally bored."

      "No, it was kind of interesting", I lie.

      "Sure", she intones suspiciously as she puts her arm around my
waist.  "That's sweet of you.  You not only come, you even pretend to
like it.  I appreciate that".  Her arm that was around my waist starts
to get a little more flirty, gently slipping back and rubbing up and
down my butt.  "I bet there are some things about these 'cavemen' as
you call them that you would find kind of interesting".

      "Like what?", I query.

      "Like the fact that they had exceptionally large penises".  She
looks up at me devilishly.  "You know Justin, I think that you might
be part caveman."  Her free hand slips around front and gently feels
for my cock.  It instantly starts throbbing at the attention.  "I
really should check to make sure you aren't part caveman.  You could
be the missing link.  I might become famous because of you!".  By now
her hand has slipped inside my zipper and is undoing the buttons on my
silk boxers.  "Hmmm... I don't know.  Look at that model over there.  I
think you're MUCH larger than he is.  You must come from an earlier
era."  By now she's made it into my boxer shorts and has my bare cock
in her hand.  All the while she's been gripping and massaging my butt.

      I can't believe this sudden burst of sexual energy from her.
I'm enjoying it, but at the same time I'm admittedly freaked out that
someone is going to come in.  I tell her that and she grabs my hand,
taking me around the corner into a tiny little alcove that you would
probably walk right by normally.  She pushes me back a little further
into the alcove, so that I'm out of sight and says, "You did something
for me by putting up with me this whole afternoon.  Now it's time for
payback!".

One of us needs to keep watch in case someone comes in, so a BJ is out
of the question.  But she gently pops my dick out of my pants and
begins stroking it with quite a bit of zeal.  I want to get off.  I
really do.  She has me horny as hell.  But the whole 'being in public'
thing really has me unsettled.  "Relax", she whispers in my ear, and
kisses me softly.  I close my eyes and give myself up to her
completely.  I can feel the softness of her small hands on my shaft.
She has a good rhythm on my dick, stroking and giving it a small twist
at the same time.  She does about a dozen short, quick strokes, then
one or two nice, long, slow ones.  Her pace increases faster and
faster.  Then I feel something wet on my dick.  I open my eyes to see
her reaching into her own panties for lube.  Oh my God that's sexy!!!
She increases the stroking speed and I lean back against the wall.
I'm done for.  My manmilk goes flying out several feet from me,
landing on the floor at her feet in several large bursts.  The
remaining bit dribbles down my tip, onto her hand.  She pulls her
sweats down a little, pulls her panties out, and uses the material
from her panties to wipe off both my dick and her hand.  Another
minute later we are exiting the museum with smiles on both our faces,
having left our contribution to Anthropology on the floor in the
corner.  Gee.  I hope no one slips.



5

      We exit the museum hand in hand, trying to control our laughter.
 But it keeps popping out in the form or snorts and other odd noises.
As we cross by the stern looking guard at the door, Allison can't
contain herself any longer and busts out with wild giggling.  The
guard gives her an even sterner look, but what can he do?  It's not as
if we are stealing anything and most likely our crime will go
completely unnoticed and be mopped away by a janitor that night.

      There's a wonderful park and garden outside the building, and we
spend a good part of the afternoon just romping around, stopping only
long enough to get hotdogs from a cart vendor setup nearby.  I have to
admit that this is one of the most relaxing afternoons I've spent in a
very, VERY long time.  In college I always had the pressure of my
studies, and then I got a job right away and had even more stress.  I
was promoted recently to a management position and had been struggling
just to keep everything under control.  This is probably the first
time I've just lived in the moment since I was a carefree teenager.
And it feels great.  The sun in my face.  A rambunctious young girl
beside me.  Beautiful gardens filled with every kind of fragrant
flower you can think of.  It's about as close to perfect as I can
imagine, and I'm a little reluctant to go when Allison suggests that
we head to her school to get her stuff.  But I agree, remembering that
we have other more private plans that evening.  At least, I do.

As we drive along, she suddenly gets quiet.  I ask her what she's
thinking about.  "Oh, just what we did earlier in the museum.  I
really liked that.  To tell you the truth, I've wanted to do something
like that do you for a long time."

      I'm a little surprised with her candor, but teasingly egg her
on:  "And what else have you thought about doing?".

      "Well, I've always wanted to feel you get hard in my hand."

      "You think about these things?"

      "When I'm alone at night, yeah.  Is that bad?"

      I ignore the last comment.  "Well, maybe you'll get your chance
tonight", I goad her with a smile.  Before the words have hardly
slipped out of my mouth, though, when she reaches over, unzips my
pants, and has her hand back on my dick for the second time in an
hour.  Amazingly my penis jumps to life at the attention, doing
exactly what she had wanted... growing from completely flaccid to a
raging hard-on right in her hand.

      "Hey, what are you doing?  You can't do that while I'm driving!"

      "I don't know.  You seemed to enjoy it earlier!".  She
immediately starts stroking me as before.  And even though I've just
gotten off, for some reason I'm even more worked up now.  Maybe it's
the thrill of her doing it while I'm driving.  I have to admit that
with all my experience, this is a first for me.  There are cars all
around us on the freeway.  Anyone taking a close look could probably
see what she is doing as she is leaning in toward me.

      To make things even worse, she starts nibbling on my ear,
blowing in it and acting VERY un-Allison like.  All I can figure is
that Allison is one of these girls who was a 'good girl' for so many
years that there is a seething volcano of sex just waiting to burst
out.  I can feel her breath, hot, as her tongue snakes in and out of
my ear canal, and just between you and me, I'm just on the edge of
crashing the car.

      On the other end, her fingers are examining my prick carefully,
pinching my tip and pressing drops of precum out of it.  She then runs
her index finger in circles my tip, rubbing my juice into my skin.  As
her circles get bigger, her fingers run down onto the sensitive spot
below my tip.  She senses the jolt in my body as she runs her fingers
across it, and decides to get a little aggressive.  Now tugging on my
earlobe with her teeth, her fingers pinch my sensitive spot between
her thumb and forefinger and start rubbing it quickly in little
circles.  Damn she's good!  No girl has ever figured out this tJustin
on me.  I can no longer hold my excitement in and start to groan
louder and higher as her manipulations of my ear and penis skin get
more and more aggressive.  "Oh yeah, do it, do it", she coaches me on.

      I certainly am in no position to contradict her.  Within moments
the white goo is oozing out of my dick and all over her hand again.
As it comes out, she moans with satisfaction in my ear.

      "Hey, we have to quit doing this.  I really owe YOU one", I
promise her.  "Well, more than one!"  I think for a moment.  "Hey
Allison, really.  Let me make this up to you.  Tonight, let's have a
formal dinner.  Let's get dressed up and I'll make something more for
you than just fancy tea."

      She curls up against me lovingly, still holding my penis in her
hand.  She is almost cooing in my ear, she seems so satisfied.  I can
tell this is going to be a good evening and just enjoy the connection
to her as we exit the freeway.  When we start to get close to her
campus she seems to sense my thoughts and disconnects from me so that
she can clean me up before we get there.  I guide her to some napkins
in the glovebox, and within a minute we are cleaned up and zipped up,
and all ready to face her school.



7-8

      I pull into the parking lot right outside her dorm.  I notice
the signs about parking permits and she tells me not to worry.  They
only check during class hours when it is really busy.  Well, I've
trusted her several times today.  I guess I might as well continue.  I
have to admit, I hang back a little as she leads from the car toward
the front door of her dorm.  There are now people around her that she
knows, and I have no idea where we stand.  I don't want to do anything
that would make her uncomfortable.

      I hold the door open for her as we go inside, passing someone
she says 'hi' to on the way.  We step up to the elevator and she
presses the 'up' button.  I have no idea where we are going.  The
doors instantly open and we walk in.  In my head I'm secretly thinking
'close... close... close...' to the doors, hoping that no one else will join
us and lead to an awkward conversation.  Sure enough, they do, and as
soon as they do, Allison presses up against me, front to front,
wrapping her arms around me.  She looks up at me, "Are you OK with
this?".

      "Of course", I say.  "Are you?".

      "Yeah.  It's just kind of strange.  I'm not sure how to act with
you around."

      "Well, Allison, I think you should do whatever you feel.  I
promise I won't be offended."  By then the doors had opened and we are
all the way up on the 12th floor where her room is.  She looks at me,
pauses a moment, then reaches out for my hand and pulls me running
down the hall and giggling.  Apparently she no longer cares if we are
seen together because as she is opening the door to her room her
neighbor spots her and starts talking to her.  As they are talking,
Allison pulls my arm around her and places it on her waist.  Her
friend notices but doesn't say anything.  When they are done she takes
me by the hand and leads me into her room.

      Her roommate is there, and I am introduced as 'her friend
Justin'.  The entire time Allison is practically hanging on me, in a
very adorable way.  She will obviously have some explaining to do to
her roommate when she gets back on Monday.  In the meantime, she's
having a great time using me as her personal valet, handing me things
to pack up for her ranging from clothing to toiletries.  While I'm
arranging them she sneaks behind me and slyly pulls some items out of
a drawer and slips them into the bag I had already packed.  "Hey, what
are you doing there?", I query her.

      "Nothing", she slyly giggles.  After a few quick instructions to
her roommate regarding the care of her fish and such things, we are
out the door, with Allison continuing to hold hands with me while I
carry her overnight bag over my shoulder.  Once we get out of the
building she asks me if I mind stopping by one of her buildings so she
can double check the homework assignment for Monday.  I agree, with
the stipulation that we drop off her bag at my car first so my arm
doesn't fall off.

      Walking directly through campus as the sun starts to set, I am
almost getting the impression that Allison is showing me off.  While I
feared that our time here would be secretive and distant, it is just
the opposite.  It is as if everyone wants to see her new 'guy'.  We
make a trip to the building where she looks at a sheet of paper posted
on a door and says, "Oh, OK... it hasn't changed".  I had a feeling it
hadn't and this was just an excuse.  But if it's an excuse for her to
show me off, that's fine with me.

      Back at the car, she cuddles up against me and kisses me quickly
on the lips, saying, "Thanks for all that Justin.  I really needed
that."  I let her in the car and we are off to the store.



9

I really want to surprise her with dinner, so after finding out what
she simply can't or won't eat (apparently she's allergic to fish... fine
with me), I leave her to wander the store while I gather the
ingredients.  Chicken, some spices, some side dishes.  And then my
specialty.  Eggs, whipping cream, sugar, some very dark Belgian
chocolate.  Oh, and strawberries.  Gotta have the strawberries.  I'm
pretty sure my parents have everything else at home.  Dessert is going
to be my special treat tonight.  I love dessert.  It's my favorite
part of the meal.  Always has been.  We also grab a few DVDs in case
we want to watch something later.

      When we get home Allison at first tries to insinuate herself
into the cooking, but I make it clear to her that this is a surprise
for her since she has been so great to me today.  (I don't say,
"Because you get me off so hard.", but that of course is what I'm
thinking.)  We agree that it's probably better for her to get to some
of that homework anyway, so she pulls all her books and papers out of
her travel bag and sets herself up on the floor in the living room,
centered within a circle of academia.

      I leave Allison amid a maelstrom of books and papers while I set
off to the kitchen to begin working on dinner.  The chicken is tossed
into a frying pan first since that takes the longest.  I like to slow
cook it in spices.  I think it really brings out the flavor.  While
that's going I pull out a can of corn and a bowl to toss the salad in.
 Shredding a head of lettuce, carrots, and some cheese makes a nice
looking display in my mom's crystal salad bowl, and that leaves me
with just the potatoes to do before dinner is ready.  A quick peel and
some mashing, and then a trip to the microwave with butter and a
little pepper leaves me finished with dinner.  But not with dessert.

      I want a smooth transition from dinner to dessert, so I crack
the Belgian chocolate into a bowl and put it in the microwave for just
a few seconds to melt it.  Meanwhile I start whipping the eggs and
cream together and add a little sugar.  Finally the chocolate and a
teaspoon of instant coffee are added and bingo... my favorite chocolate
mousse.  I pour it into two crystal dessert dishes to chill in the
refrigerator.  I love my mom's kitchen.  Cooking is a 'bored
housewife' hobby for her, so she has anything you could ever want and
a ton of stuff I have no idea how to even use.  I peak my head into
the living room.  "Allison, dinner's going to be ready in about 5
minutes."

      "Oh crap!".  She jumps up.  "Why didn't you give me more warning?"

      "I wanted you to study.  Anyway, what's the big deal?"

      "I want to dress up nice for you."

      "OK, well let's say you have 10 minutes then."

      "But you have to dress up too."

      "Well, I have to watch the food so it doesn't burn", I remind
her.  "Why don't you pick something out for me and bring it up here."
I have enough shirts and ties in my closet from work that I'm sure
she'll be able to find something appropriate.  She agrees to the plan
and runs off in a flurry to get ready.

      I return to my cooking, eager to finish the last leg of it after
an hour's work.  I pour a little cream into the frying pan with the
chicken, in order to make the sauce, then turn my attention to setting
the table.  We will be eating in the formal dining room tonight
instead of the kitchen nook where we normally eat.

      I really love the look and feel of this room.  Everything is a
deep mahogany, currently accented with whites and greens.  The white
tablecloth is already down, covered with the green runner and green
placemats.  My mom keeps everything out as if company could come at
any minute.  She says it's good planning.  I think it's just to show
off.

      I open the half sized cabinet in the corner and pull out the
nice plates... the bone china with the gold gilted rim.  Crystal wine
and water glasses follow, and full silver place settings.  I seat us
across from each other rather than at the ends of the table.  The
latter may be more formal, but I don't want to have to shout just to
talk to Allison.  I'd rather have her within talking (and touching!)
distance.  It only takes me a few seconds to have everything set up.
Salad plate on dinner plate; forks on the left and spoon and knife on
the right; dessert spoon at the top; wine and water glasses at the top
right.  Napkin folded dramatically in her wine glass.  "Almost there.
Almost there", I coach myself in my head.

      Just then I hear behind me, "I put your clothes in the main
bathroom", but before I can turn around, she's gone again.  As I duck
around the corner and look toward the stairwell, all I see is her bare
back and a flash of what I think are black panties.  Black panties!!!
God damn it I love black panties!  Now I'm really looking forward to
this dinner.  I turn back to the table to see what's missing.  Drinks.
 I grab a bottle of martinellis from the cupboard, and fill a pitcher
with water and ice.  Looking over everything, I think I'm ready to go
change.  Shit, the flowers.  Um... OK, I can do this.  I grab a vase out
of my mom's china cabinet and run out the back door into her garden,
grabbing the pruning shears she keeps in her little shed.  I clip a
few very full dahlias, drop them into the vase, and run back into the
house.  I wonder if my mom will notice.  Probably.  Oh well.  I get a
little water into the vase and drop it onto the table.  Just then
Allison comes around the corner.

      I don't know how she did it in a little over 10 minutes, but
holy crap she looks good.  Her hair is now swept up off her neck and
twisted in an elaborate braided pattern on top of her head.  She has
small, glittering earrings on and a simple matching pendant rests on
her bare flesh in the space between her breasts that the plunged
neckline of her simple black dress allows.  I've heard that every girl
has a little black dress that they look and feel really good in.  This
is surely hers.  It's very short, only going to mid-thigh and showing
off her bare legs well.  Allison never wears stuff this short, but God
she looks good in it.  It's the type of dress you'd have to be super
discreet in or you'd give the world a flash of what's underneath.  Not
that I'd mind that at all.  As my mind wanders to what's hiding there
I can feel myself getting a semi-erection and have to remind myself
that this dinner is about her and making HER feel good, and not about
my penis and covering her from head to toe with my hot cum.  Damn she
looks good.

      "You aren't even dressed yet", she pouts.

      "Yeah, well I've been a little busy sweetie."  I give her a
smile.  "Why don't you sit down and I'll do it right now.  It'll only
take me 30 seconds."  I rush off to the bathroom and find pretty
standard slacks, shirt, and blue tie waiting for me.  It looks very
businessy to me rather than formal, but I think Allison is used to all
the frat boys on campus, and not black tie events.  She DID get me
black pants instead of tan.  Probably just to match her, but at least
she inadvertently pulled something out of the style guide.

      I go from the bathroom straight into the breakfast nook and from
there into the back entrance of the kitchen.  Everything is OK with
the dinner.  The chicken is simmering.  I put the corn in a bowl and
toss it in the microwave, then grab the salad bowl with tongs and I
walk into the dining room where she is now seated.  She looks up at me
and smiles one of her delighted little girl smiles.  I can tell she is
already being swept up by the mock formality of this event.  She seems
to just crave this type of stuff.  Too bad she didn't grow up in my
house.  She would have gotten her fill till she was sick of it.

      Taking on the role of waiter, I pour oil and vinegar on the
salad right in front of her, then toss it lightly and serve her a
small portion.  I do the same for myself.  As we talk over our first
course, it is obvious that she is impressed both with the meal and me.
 This should be useful later.

      The main course goes just as well.  Clearing the salad plates to
the kitchen, I serve the chicken alongside corn and mashed potatoes.
OK, it isn't exactly a 4 star meal, but coming from me, it's not bad,
and I'm pretty sure I'm building up more credit.  Once we are well
into the food, I decide to see what those points are worth.

I pull my foot out of my shoe and start to run it up and down her
shin.  Allison smiles shyly but says nothing and continues eating her
meal.  Sensing no resistance, I explore further up her leg, running my
toes in circles over her knees.  Her breath catches, and she starts to
turn a light pink.  But again she returns to her eating, obviously
concentrating much more than a person normally would, just to cut a
piece of chicken.  Finally I start to push my foot between her knees,
running my toes on the inside of her thighs.

      "Justin!"

      "What?"

      "Stop it."

      "Why?  You don't like it?"

      "No..."

      "Worried someone will see?"

      "No..."

      "What then?", I demand.

      Allison blushes a deeper shade of crimson and catches my foot
between her thighs.  She really is quite fetching when she is this
color.  I can see it run down onto her throat and chest, and past her
bare shoulders a little.  I love making her blush.  I use an age old
guy tactic.

      "Oh, come on... just a quick feel?  I promise I'll behave."  She
grudgingly yields, slowly allowing her thighs to spread apart as a
press my foot further up between her firm, muscular legs.  It's a
tight fit, with the fabric of her dress binding her legs together.
But with a little bit of a push forward out of my own chair, I'm able
to extend my leg all the way across the space between us under the
table.  My foot is now surrounded by the warmth of her thighs as my
toes press into her soft vaginal flesh.  While I can't really feel her
panties with my sock on, I can feel the warmth and dampness emanating
from her obviously aroused little clam.

      She lets out a gasp and her fork drops with a clatter onto her
plate.  No longer able to concentrate on eating, she closes her eyes
and allows me full access to her body.  I begin to gently strum her
vagina up and down with the tips of my toes, allowing the shape of her
lips to guide my caresses.  Allison slips lower in her chair, pressing
her pelvis harder against my stroking.  Her hands grip both sides of
her chair and her breathing is steadily turning to moaning.  While her
lust is taking control of her, a wicked idea forms in my mind.

      "OK, time for the next course", I unexpectedly state.  I get up
without warning, and clear the plates, leaving Allison collapsed in
her chair and hungering for more.  I know it seems cruel, but I can't
have her cumming just yet.  I have a much more luscious climax in
mind.

      Allison's eye's light up as I enter with two perfectly presented
dishes of chocolate mousse, sitting atop a silver serving tray.  I set
down one at her place-setting and one at mine, then take a seat in my
chair and eagerly await her first bite.  She slowly slips her spoon
through the top layer, scooping up the deep brown cream and plenty of
the cocoa powder on top.  A smile is already forming on her mouth as
the spoon reaches it, and her lips reach out eagerly meeting the tip
of the spoon, half sucking and half licking it.  Then bliss.  Obvious
bliss on her face as her eyes close, a sigh floats out from her chest,
and she loses herself in the decadence I have created.

      "I'll put on some water for after dinner tea", I suggest, and
move to the kitchen.  As I return I find her making shapes in her
dessert with her spoon.  Allison dips a finger into the mousse and
then licks it off, looking at me with childish delight about doing
something 'bad'.  But there is something behind that look too.
Something a little ... sexy?  I certainly can't let this go.

      "Allison, come over here", I demand sternly.  Looking like an
admonished child, she sheepishly walks over to me.  "Now sit down here
in my lap and behave", I command.

      She does as I say, and seats herself primly in a sidesaddle
position on top of me.  Such a good little girl.  I'll bet this is
just how she sits on her dad's lap at home, if she still does that.  I
wonder if he ever wants to flip her over and spank her like I do right
now.

      "What did your parents teach you about playing with your food?"

      "Not to do it."

      "And what did they do if you did?"


      "They took it away."

      "Well that sounds just like what I should do."

      "But Justin," she pleaded, "it's so GOOD."  Now I have her right
where I want her.

      "Do you promise you'll be a good girl?"

      "Yes."

      "And you won't do things like this...", and I slowly drag my
finger across my own mousse in a slow, sensual circle just like I
would do on a woman's breast.

      "Never."

      I start to move my chocolate covered finger to her mouth.  She
parts her lips expectantly.  Suddenly my finger changes direction as I
plunge in between my own teeth and suck it clean.  "That's too bad...
eating your dessert like this is fun.  And very sexy."

      "Ju-stin", she whines.

      "What?", I feign innocence.

      "Let me have some."  Her voice has almost become a purr.

      "And what do I get out of it?"

      "How about a kiss?

      "That better be a good kiss.  This is really good chocolate",
and I slide another fingerfull into my mouth.  But before I even have
a chance to swallow it her lips are on mine, parting my mouth, and
seeking the mousse with her tongue.  We share a soft, chocolately
kiss.  She is much more aggressive than normal, probing deep into my
mouth with her tongue, squeezing my lips between her own, and moving
her head from side to side.  It's probably one of the best kisses she
has ever given me.  By the time she's done I am tingling from head to
toe, and am left breathless as she pulls away, our lips momentarily
clinging together as they stretch apart.  I take a second to open my
eyes, and when I do, she is about 6 inches away, studying my face
expectantly.  I don't say a word, but without even looking I reach my
right hand over to the bowl of mousse, dip some onto my finger, and
interrupt our gaze with it.  I move my finger toward her lips, which
open expectantly.  Just as my finger is about to hit her tongue I pull
back out teasingly, with a smirk on my face.  She pleads with me with
her eyes, and I gently move my finger back in, this time letting her
surround it with her lips.  She sucks on it slow and hard, completely
cleaning it as she moves her lips up and down the shaft of my digit.
There is something so sexy about the look of a girl sucking on your
finger.  I guess it's just the hint of what she would look like
sucking on your dick.

      "Want more", I inquire of her.

      "Yes please."  Her tone is a mixture of meek submission and
whimpered sexuality.  There is obviously so much burning inside this
child that needs to be released.  I dip my finger back into the
dessert, still not breaking our gaze, and once again she sucks it dry.
 After a third iteration of this routine, I'm ready to push things a
bit further.

      I dip my finger back into the silky cream and drag it slowly
down her neck.  She moans softly at the touch and lifts her chin,
giving me full access to her soft skin.  My lips move toward the
underside of her chin and run slowly down to her right shoulder,
kissing and sucking the chocolate off of her and smelling her
wonderful scent.  She's wearing perfume, yes, but it is her own
natural, earthy smell that is really turning me on.  I take the tiny
strap of her dress in my teeth and pull it off her shoulder, exposing
even more of her wonderful flesh as the dress droops now in the front.

      My kissing starts to extend further around her flesh.  I run my
tongue gently along her collarbone then move up her neck with small,
quick bites, until I get to her ear.  Wow, her delicious ears.  I
could just eat them up they are so amazing.  Small and delicate,
carefully wound like a flower, I ever-so-gently drag my lips around
the circles and curves, and then take her tiny earlobe into my teeth.
My gentle sucking and probing of her ear elicits more moaning from
her, and now an almost imperceptible rocking of her pelvis.  Her body
is tense and aching for relief.

      I reach up with my left hand and pull the other strap of her
dress down, then slide my hand slowly down her chest and take her
small, tight breast into my hand.  Massaging her flesh softly, at the
same time I scoop a fingerful of mousse into my mouth and kiss her.
Deeply.  Rolling the chocolate on her tongue and exploring her mouth
firmly.  Her breathing has turned into gasping and her body is
shuddering in my arms.  The feel of her firm little tit in my hand has
me rock hard and throbbing, and I'm aching to feel that soft skin.  I
can already feel her hard nipple pressing out through the fabric, and
it is obvious that she doesn't have a bra on, since I can feel every
contour of her chest.  I cradle her head in my hands, pulling her hard
against me as I increase the passion of our kissing and necking.  She
starts to move down my chin and on my neck, nibbling and sucking and
driving me wild.  I love attention on my neck and she is giving it to
me perfectly.  This also frees me up to continue what I was after.  I
reach with both hands and slowly pull the top of her form-fitting
dress lower.  With a slight pop it catches and then frees itself from
her breasts and settles around her waist.  I can see her erect nipples
out of the corner of my eye as I enjoy her laboring on my neck.  My
right hand reaches up and catches her left breast in it, squeezing the
flesh so that it bulges out between my fingers.  She pauses to look
down, obviously enjoying the sight of it in my hand.  I squeeze her
nipple gently, then reach over for more mousse, this time running it
in an achingly slow circle around the hard little bump on her chest.
I lean in and gently suck on her cherry-colored bump, as I hold her
whole breast in my hand.  After a few quick flicks with the tip of my
tongue, I proceed to the other breast and repeat the action.

      While she is obviously enjoying this, she also sets to work
first loosening then undoing my tie.  As I continue to massage one
breast while I suck the other, she unbuttons my shirt.  Pushing me
back a little, she slides my shirt off me, then smears the yummy cream
on my own chest with slow, little circles of her hand.  She tries to
bend over to lick it off, but the angle is a little difficult with her
sitting on me, so I slowly lower her to the ground next to the table,
cradling her in my left arm, while I grab the dish of mousse with my
right hand.  I slide down on top of her, setting it next to her head,
and press my chest fully against hers.  We can both feel the creamy
smoothness of the mousse acting as a lubricant between us.  She pushes
me off of her to her right, away from the table, and leans over me,
obviously wanting a little dessert in her own mouth.  As she bends
over me, her head diving down onto my chest, I take the chance to run
my hand down her back and onto her barely covered ass, enjoying the
feel of the smooth cotton dress and the outline of her panties
pressing up underneath.  Mmmmm.  Thong panties.  What is it with this
girl and the thong panties?  I always thought she was so sweet an
innocent, but ever since that first encounter with her underwear...

      It is only a few moments before I've worked my hand up under the
edge of her dress and am caressing her bare ass cheeks.  She is so
amazingly firm and tight.  Years and years of ballet and *I* get to
reap the most obvious reward.  I can't believe how amazingly smooth
and soft her skin is.  This reminds me so much of my first sexual
encounter with her.  Of course, she wasn't sucking on my nipples then
like she is now.  Man that feels good!

      I smear more mousse on her neck and try to crane my head up but
am only half successful.  So I push her over, no longer caring that
I'm leaving brown handprints all over the floor, and start to wildly
suck on her chest and neck.  As I'm doing that, she scoops some of the
remaining bits of cream out of the glass and massages it all over me.
I run my fingers up her thigh and onto her exposed but still pantied
crotch.  There is a noticeable wet spot as she spreads her legs for my
hand, and she lays back finally, just enjoying the feeling of me
finally pressing into her mound with my fingers.  I know she has a
thing for my hands, and I let my long, thin fingers trace slowly up
and down her crack, pushing in a little bit when I feel the hardness
of her clit.  It feels like a small pea hidden deep in the folds of
her labia.  The noises she is now making can no longer be described as
moans, but more like short grunts... still feminine but abandoned
fully into wild sexual pleasure.  The fact that she has very little
experience with a man is quite obviously exhibited in her easy
movement toward climax.  I'm sure it is all very new and thrilling to
her, and I'm determined to make it a life-long memory.  I am rubbing
her pussy in firm circles with my 4 fingers while massaging her upper
body with my right hand.  The combination is one she obviously can't
defend herself against, as her grunting and moaning become louder and
louder.  When she starts to achieve a screaming level I get a little
nervous and lean over her, taking her mouth in mine.  That apparently
is just what she needed, because almost instantly her whole body
tenses and then starts convulsing fairly wildly.  I just squeeze her
pussy with my left hand while my right arm holds her close and safe.
I whisper in her ear that she is safe and coach her to just "let it
happen" and "enjoy it".  She relaxes after about 20 seconds, but I can
feel her body still pulsing as her breathing begins to slow.  Every
few seconds I dig my fingers into her clit again, setting off a new
wave of gentle throbbing.  This lasts almost 4 minutes.  I know
because I can see the clock behind her on the wall.  Then finally she
opens her eyes, smiles, and sighs.  She's mine.  Totally and
completely mine.



10

      If my mom were home she would freak out over this mess, and not
just because of the sexual nature of it.  There is chocolate mousse
everywhere:  on the placemat, on the chair, and all over the floor.
God my mom loves these floors.  Some kind of specially imported wood
or something.  "I guess we'd better start cleaning this up", Allison
says.

      "Yes, and then we'll work on cleaning YOU up too", I tease with
a smirk, ignoring the fact that I have almost as much of the stuff on
me as she has on her.  Allie doesn't know that I have another little
surprise waiting for her.  I help her up off the floor, being careful
not to get any mousse on her dress.  Once I have her standing, I pull
the dress all the way down off of her hips and onto the floor, where
she kicks it out of the way into the corner.  As she does I notice a
shrill noise coming from somewhere.  Is it an alarm or something?
Finally my mind engages and I realize that I have left the tea on the
stove this entire time.  Crap!  I run to the kitchen and pull it off,
putting a blessed end to that awful sound.  Why can't teapots be
designed to make a pleasant whistle?  Maybe some do.  My mom's
doesn't.  Hers sounds like a small bird is being slowly shoved into a
blender.


      Anyway, I return to Allison and reassure her that everything is
alright.  The kitchen is not on fire or anything drastic.  I take her
hand and lead her to the main bathroom, where my parents have a
whirlpool bath.  I start the water filling in the tub, and open a
cabinet, showing off my mom's extravagant selection of scented bubble
baths and crystals, leaving her to sniff them all and choose one.  I
head back to the kitchen to prepare the tea.

      I grab the serving tray and place three cups on it, filling two
with hot water and one with those little sugar cubes she likes so
much.  Then I place two tea packets on the tray, grab a small vase
from the cupboard, and put one of the flowers from the dining room
table into it.  All set.  Now back to my nubile young lover.

      The bath is filled and frothy and the scent of roses hangs in
the air.  And in the middle, stepping daintily into the tub, is the
now completely naked and amazing Allison.  Her black thong panties are
laying on the floor nearby.  I set the tea tray down on the little
table next to her, put the teabags in, and ask her how many lumps of
sugar she wants.  After properly sweetening and preparing her cup, I
hand it to her and ask, "May I join you?".

      "Of course", she answers with one of her beautiful smiles.  Then
watches me with a constant gaze that almost makes me uncomfortable.  I
mean, I feel pretty good about my body.  I'm in great shape.  But I've
never really had anyone give me the attention she does.  I feel like
she is studying me; learning; teaching herself what a man is and using
me as the model.  My penis, while no longer throbbing hard, is still a
little enlarged, and I can tell pretty easily that she is checking it
out.  She scoots over a little bit and lays back, letting me climb in
beside her.  I silently thank my parents for installing a two person
bathtub, though at the time I had NO IDEA why you would want another
person in there with you.  (Hey, I was 7 and I only took baths when I
was really dirty, and the last thing I wanted was another dirty kid in
there with me.)  But of course, now I suddenly realize why mommy and
daddy used to always want to take baths together on Sunday afternoon
and why they were always shooing me out the door to go play with my
friends.  Isn't that funny how it's gross if your parents do it, but
it's really hot if you do the same exact thing?  The thought of my
parents naked in this same tub... not so hot.  But then I look over at
Allison.  VERY hot.

      This must all be very relaxing to her.  She lets out a loud sigh
as she relaxes back against my arm and sips slowly at her tea.  I have
to agree... this can't really be beaten.  Laying in a warm bubble
bath, drinking tea with someone you care about and are deeply
attracted to.

      OK.  So she's relaxed.  But I'm horny as hell.  After all, we
just did some pretty heavy making out and I didn't get off.  And just
the feel of her naked body next to me is starting to make me hard
again.  I turn to her and kiss the corner of her face, right next to
her eyebrow.  She looks at me and leans toward me, kissing me slowly
at first.  Just slow little pecks.  But they start to turn into more
as she gently parts her lips, just slightly, and lets the tip of her
sweet little tongue brush up against mine.  I can no longer help
myself and my right hand wanders over onto her body, running up her
bare belly and back onto those tits that I so recently enjoyed.  I
just can't get enough of her.  Her small little waist, just slightly
curvaceous hips, and of course those pointy little cones on her chest.
 Everything about her screams youth and innocence.  She's the perfect
example of what a young woman should be.  Well toned, clean, and sweet
smelling.

      Her hands wrap around the back of my head as our kissing becomes
more passionate and our exploration of each other's mouths becomes
deeper.  I run my tongue along her perfect white teeth, top and
bottom, getting to know every inch of her small little mouth.  At the
same time, my exploration of her body has become a little more
intimate.  She no longer has panties on and I want to get a better
feel of what I had been playing with on the dining room floor.
Granted I saw a little bit of her pussy when we were in the shower
this morning, but I didn't get to play with it like I want to.  I
really want to explore her completely with my fingers.

      My probing starts by running up and down her crack.  Her small
outer labia give way to much longer, danglier lips poking out from
inside.  I love a pussy with big, pouty inner lips.  I trace my finger
all the way down to her tight little rosebud, tickling it lightly with
my middle finger.

      "Justin, you can't touch me there!"  She's shocked.  Like I
said, she's young and very innocent.

      "Uh, well, I am.  Does it feel good?"

      "Well, yeah.  Kinda.  I just never thought that being touched
there would turn me on.  It tickles, but in a good way."  I'd love to
just finger her tight little asshole right now, but I know I have to
take things slowly or I'm going to completely freak her out.  That's
OK, there's something else I really want to stick my finger in:  her
tight little virgin hole.  Even though her crotch is under water, I
can feel her own slippery goo oozing out of her hole as I spread her
cunt open.  Pushing my middle finger in, I can feel her muscles clamp
down on me.  She's obviously not used to having something in here.  I
wonder if she fingers her tight little hole when she plays with
herself.  Luckily she's really wet right now, and I'm able to pretty
easily slide in and out of her, reaching up into the underside of her
tunnel and pressing the tip of my digit firmly up into the spongy
tissue that I'm guessing is her g-spot.  Her instant grunt indicates
that I'm right on target.  I've always been pretty good at finding my
way around a girl's vagina.  I guess that's why my girlfriends have
always been so happy with our sex life.  I'm guessing Allison will
prove no different.  I want to get her addicted to my fingers to the
point that she aches for them and can't stop herself from coming back
for more.  I want her to fantasize about them when she's sitting in
class, and rush back to her dorm room so she can masturbate and
relieve the pressure.

      My fingering runs from deep inside the walls of her pussy, out
and up, running against her clit.  Deep, long strokes.  I let my other
fingers slide up and down against her vulva as my thumb anchors in
across her pubic mound.  Her pussy hair is trimmed short and shaved
into a neat triangle.  Hmmm... well groomed.  Bare pussy lips.  I'm
starting to think I want to do more than just finger her.  I roll over
and scoot down, eager to attempt something I've never done before:
oral sex under water.  I spread her legs apart, climb between them,
and dive my head under the water.  From where I'm positioned, one jet
is blowing straight at my ass, stimulating my own hole and gently
bobbing my balls around.  But my focus is on her at the moment and I
reach under her butt and lift her cheeks a little.  I blow a stream of
bubbles at her lips, tickling her clit with them.  She squirms and I
can hear her squeal, even under the water.  I have to go up for breath
and then dive back down, this time fixing my mouth firmly over her
pussy.  I run my tongue teasingly up and down her pussy, from her hole
to her clit and back again.  But to be honest, it is pretty difficult
to do all this considering the limit I have to my breath.  She is
really starting to get into what I'm doing, uttering "oh my God
Justin!" and such as she thrusts her pelvis toward me.  I push back
with my face, creating more pressure on her crotch and she starts to
scoot up the backside of the tub.  Her back is arched and her pussy is
almost out of the water now, allowing me to eat her much more easily
since I don't have as far to go for a breath.  To make things even
easier I pick up one of her legs and then another, tossing each one
over my shoulders.  She is now completely out of the tub, supported by
her legs, which are draped over me, and her own elbows, which are
pressed hard into the back ledge of the tub.  Her head is pressed back
against the wall and she is moaning with every lick and suck.

      Her pleasure is obviously building, and I decide it's time to
pull out my favorite trick to make her cum.  With her crotch right in
my face and my mouth completely covering her pussy, I suck her lips
in, spread them with my tongue, and begin flicking the alphabet into
her clit.  A...b...c...d... her wiggling becomes so great that I'm having
trouble keeping her balanced on my shoulders.  I'm now sitting on my
knees, using both of my hands to steady her by cupping her amazing ass
cheeks in my palms.

      l...m...n...o... I'm increasing my speed now.  T...u...v... she's getting
close now.  I'm not sure if I'm going to even be able to make it
through one iteration of the alphabet before she goes over the edge.
Sure enough, just as I'm crossing my z over her hard bump, she starts
to scream and buck into my face, clamping her thighs against my head
in a vice so tight that it hurts.  I press my forearms around her
sides to help steady her better, and lean her weight back against the
wall.  Riding her body feels like riding a rollercoaster, although
probably a lot more fun.

I'm exhausted as I lower her body slowly back into the water.  Holding
her up like that has made my shoulders and arms just ache.  I begin to
slowly stretch my neck and shoulders to try to loosen myself up.  She
notices and offers to give me a backrub, which at this point I
certainly am not going to refuse.  So I sit in front of her and she
straddles me, wrapping me in those sexy little legs of hers.  Her
small bush tickles my ass as she leans in.  And her massaging, which
at first seemed to be very technical and practical is now becoming a
little more sensual, with her hands moving forward and running over my
chest, even playing with my nipples.

      "You poor guy.  You worked so hard to make me feel good and you
haven't gotten anything yourself!"

      "Yeah I did.  You got me off earlier at the museum.  That was
awesome."  OK, so I'm not being entirely sincere.  I WANT her to get
me off right now.  I'm so horny I could explode.  But I also know that
the more you make the girl think it's no big deal and "just pleasing
you is enough for me", the more they want to do something for you.  It
works again this time.

      "Are you sure?  Because I really think you should be rewarded
for all that hard work, holding me up."  Her hands start to move down
onto my stomach and thighs.

      "Oh come on Allie!  I've held you up hundreds of times."

      "Yes, but you didn't have your face in my crotch when you did"
and she gives my dick a quick squeeze.  Now she knows how hard I am.

      "Actually, on some of the lifts we've done, I think I DID have
your crotch in my face.  You just weren't naked at the time."

      "Yeah, I bet you would have liked that."  Another squeeze, but
this time her hand stays on my prick.

      "Your damn right I would have liked it!  Trust me, there were
times when we were dancing together that I was totally imagining you
naked."

      "Really?"  She sounds surprised.  "I never even THOUGHT about
things like that back then."  Her hand is now gently running up and
down the length of my shaft, and exploring the size and weight of my
balls.  She's obviously pretty intrigued by this newfound toy in her
hand.

      "You never thought about me like that?", I inquire, now feeling
a little guilty.  What am I doing to this sweet, innocent little
thing?

      "Well, no... I thought about you.  I wanted to kiss you.  I wanted
you to touch me.  I just didn't think of anything as specific as 'I
wonder what his penis looks like'.  But I was totally attracted to
you."

      "But you told me that you masturbated over me.  What were you
thinking about?"

      "Oh, just about kissing you, and making out with you, and
feeling you touch me all over."  Just hearing her talk about how she
used to masturbate over me is making me really hot.  I urge her to
tell me more.  "Well, I don't know.  I always wanted you to pull down
my leotard and kiss my breasts.  I don't know why... but there was just
something about it.  When we'd be working in the studio even, and
you'd put your hands around my ribs, I'd sometimes think about you
just slipping the straps of my leotards of my shoulders and pulling it
down.  I really wanted to show myself to you back then, but I'd get so
self-conscious at the same time because, as you obviously know, I'm
really small."

      "Allison, your tits are great.  They're tight and firm.  I just
love them.  And I think they've gotten a little bit bigger since you
went away to college.  But even back then I was always trying to look
down your leotard.  You had some major cleavage going on when you'd
bend over next to me while you were stretching and warming up."

      By now I'm getting really turned on and my body is starting to
tense up.  Her hand has started pumping steadily up and down my shaft.

"Do you like this?"

      "Yes"

      "Do you think it will make you cum?"

      "If you keep talking about how you fantasized about me, I'll cum
in like 30 seconds."

      She seems resolute.  "Well, ok, I'll be REALLY honest.  You know
how in the Nutcracker pas de deux there is that part where you stand
right behind me and dip me over?  Well I could totally feel your penis
pressing into me and I purposely used to ask you to do that part so I
could feel you.  I remember the first time we did that, I went home
that night and masturbated and thought about it all night.  So I guess
I did have some pretty dirty thoughts about you.  And from then on
when I saw it, you know kind of 'sticking out' in your tights, well, I
got really turned on and wanted to touch it.  I used to get wet just
looking at you.  It was really embarrassing actually because I was
sure you'd see the wet spot on my leotard."

      Well, that was all it took.  Knowing that this hot young thing
was getting wet, even way back then when she was still really just a
little girl, and she was having thoughts thinking about me...  Alison's
hand is pumping me really hard and I thrust my pelvis up, the tip of
my dick breaking the water and shooting a few jets of sperm straight
up into the air and then back down onto her hand.  I grab her hand and
slow her down, showing her how to just squeeze me and milk my orgasm.
It feels so great.  Her soft, tiny hand is wrapped around my cock.
Allison's hand is on my cock!  Thinking about us back then, I never
would have imagined this moment would actually come.  I wanted it.
Really badly.  But I never thought anything would go this far with
her.

      We both settle back and just enjoy the buzz and tingle of the
moment.  "Wow, were pretty much taking a bath in your sperm right
now", she jokes.

      "Don't worry... it won't get you pregnant.  The water will kill
the sperm.  And I hear it's really good for the skin."  She laughs.

      Whether it is good for the skin or not, though, we have both
gotten seriously pruney from being in there so long, and it is time to
get out.  I flip the drain, turn off the jets, and step out, grabbing
an oversized towel for her and handing it to her.



11

Now it really IS time to relax.  We've both gotten off and are now,
well, if not a little sleepy then maybe just really peaceful.  I don't
know what to call it.  I'm totally elated and really mellow at the
same time.  It's only around 9, obviously way to early to go to bed,
so we decide to just get into our pajamas and watch one of the movies
we rented.  It's a romantic comedy, and as we lay on the couch
spooning there is a great sense of comfort and closeness between us.
Wow... I could so easily fall in ... nope, not going to even go there.
Not going to think that.  I push those thoughts out of my head as we
enjoy the end of the movie.  But good god I have a crush on her!

Finally it's over.  Neither of us moves, even as the credits role by.

      "Do you want to put another movie in?"

      "No, I have a surprise for you", she grins.

      "What is it?"

      "You'll see."  And she rolls over on top of me and starts
kissing my neck.  If there's one thing I can't resist, it is being
kissed on my neck.  I don't know why, but it sends chills down my spin
and makes me forget where I am and even who I am.

      After a minute or so of her giving me a good working over on
both sides, she jumps off the couch and extends her hands, dragging me
off to the bedroom.  Once there she pushes me down onto the bed and
jumps on top of me, starting in on my neck again.  Then she turns her
attention to my lips, as my hands begin to wander over my body.  My
penis is coming back to life as I feel the shallow curves of her body.
 Even in sweats and a t-shirt she's quite a fuckable little item.  I
center her crotch over my dick and grab her pelvis, grinding her
against me.  Allison moans in the ear which she had previously been
biting, driving me wild with the sounds of her lust.

      "You turn me on so much", she whispers into my ear.

      "You too", I agree.

      "Give me a few minutes, OK?"  And Allison disappears, leaving me
sexually frustrated and confused as she disappears into that female
black hole called the bathroom once again.  I let out a big sigh.
Alright.  What to do with myself?  Since this probably is going to be
'it', I get up and check my secret hiding spot in the back of my old
dresser to make sure the condoms I left there haven't been sniffed out
by my mom.  Nope.  The box is still sealed.  I open it, tear off a
couple rubbers, and shove the box back in the dresser.  I sit down on
my bed, searching for a discreet place to hide them so they will be
easy to access when the opportunity arises, but not so obvious that
she thinks I was expecting sex.  It's such a delicate balance with
women.  Then want you to plan for it, but if it SEEMS like you planned
for it they get pissed off.  Whatever.  I decide to just drop them in
the drawer in the nightstand.

      Now what to do with myself?  Should I just stay in my pajamas
like I am, or try something more provocative?  I have some see-through
bikini underwear that an old girlfriend got me and I contemplate
putting those on but decide it might be a little much.  Plus I'm not
sure if it's OK to wear them since another girl bought them for me.
To tell you the truth, all these rules about what is OK and what isn't
kind of drive me nuts.  So I settle on taking my pajamas off and just
wearing my regular silk boxers.  She's seemed to like me in them and
hasn't really gotten a chance to fool around with me when I was
wearing JUST the boxers.

      "Are you ready?", I hear as I'm crawling back on the bed.  I
flip over onto my back and put a pillow behind my head, trying my best
to strike a sexy pose and having no idea how to accomplish it.

      "Yeah", I call back.

      Allison enters in an outfit I never in my life would have
imagined her owning.  Where do I even start?  Well, the first thing I
notice is her short skirt.  And when I say short, I mean *micro*
short.  Just standing there I can see her crotch poking out from
underneath.  The fabric is a shimmery sliver color and she has on
white, lacey panties underneath.  Her legs are covered by two
individual thigh-high nylons, leaving a gab of about 8 inches of flesh
between their top and her crotch.  On top she's wearing a white
bustier with silver lacing up the front.  It is laced up tight and is
creating an incredible amount of cleavage on this small-titted girl.
Her hair is pulled back and up, and she's even redone her make-up to
look just the slightest bit slutty.  Well, it would probably look
normal on a lot of girls, but since I'm not used to seeing her in ANY
make-up, the effect is quite dramatic.

      "What do you think?"  Suddenly I feel totally inadequate, laying
there in my boxers, pitching an obvious tent.  Wanting to divert her
attention, I decide to show her, rather than tell her how I feel about
her outfit.  I grab her, pulling her down onto the bed and ravaging
her, my hands wandering from breast to crotch to ass and back again.
My lips tug at her own and I feel as if I can't get at her quickly
enough.  My fingers fumble at the tie of her corset, loosening it and
allowing me access to her already hardened nipples.  Squeezing them
between my fingers, I suck on her neck at the same time, biting her
gently an coaxing soft moans from her.  My left hand runs up and down
those sexy nylons and up into her crotch.  Her panties are silky and
smooth and completely lace.  I can feel her pubic hair bristle out of
them, and her wetness is already getting on my hand.  Her own fingers
have already found the lump in my lap and she is stroking me on the
outside of my silk boxers.

      I begin to undress her with the eagerness that I child unwraps a
Christmas present.  I'm eagerly expecting something good to happen.
We haven't discussed it, but I have a feeling that this might be 'it'
and I can hardly wait.  Her top is the first thing to come off, amid
our kissing and touching.  I have to rely on her assistance because
the thing is so damn tight.  But once it is gone, I'm on my own.  The
next article I remove is her panties.  There's just something sexy
about seeing her 'dressed' in a skirt and nylons, but 'oops' where's
the underwear?  It's totally hot.  My hand mashes against her sex
flesh, kneading it in slow circles.  Then I run my tongue down her
body, kissing her pubic mound and running past her pussy down her
legs.  I savor the joy of slowly pulling off each legging, exposing
her exquisitely tanned and shapely legs.  Then running my lips back
up, I center in on her pleasure circle, pushing her skirt up around
her waist and taking all of her into my mouth.

      My own underwear is the last piece of clothing to go.  Now
naked, I lay on top of her and our pelvises grind against each other
in mock sex.  I'm trying to be careful where I put my dick because it
is currently dripping copious amounts of precum.  But at the moment
about all I'm risking is getting her bellybutton pregnant.  Still, her
naked body feels so good against mine, her legs slightly opened around
me.

      "Justin, I want you inside of me", she whispers.

      "Are you sure?"

      A pause and then, "yes, totally".

I pretty much expected this, but it still sends a rush through me to
hear her say it.  I am finally going to have my Little Allie.  I've
fantasized and dreamed about this moment for so long that I almost
want to put it off, not knowing what I'll do once I've had her.

      "I know this isn't the most exciting part, but you need to know
that I have condoms with me."

      "It's OK.  I'm on the pill".  I look at her quizzically
wondering if my little virgin Allie was expecting to get a boyfriend
soon.  "No, no, not because of THAT.  I've been on it for a few years
now to help regulate my period.  It really makes them MUCH more
bearable.  I used to have so much pain I couldn't do anything for
about 3 days."  OK, that makes more sense.

My body trembles with both lust and love for this shining angel below
me.  I can almost see the glow radiating off of her skin.  This is the
first time we've really just been naked and still with each other,
letting the import of the moment soak in.  I look her straight in the
eyes as I hover over her.  "Are you sure this is ok?  I just really
want your first time to be special", I whisper as I stroke her cheek
gently.

      She bites her lip and starts to turn pale.  So quiet I almost
can't hear it, she responds, "Justin, this isn't my first time".

      "What?", I ask in disbelief.

      "I'm not a virgin.  Keith and I had sex", and she sort of curls
up under me, her body no longer open to me.  Wow.  This changes
everything.  I don't know why it mattered to me so much.  After all,
*I* am not a virgin.  I think it was just one of those circumstances
where you have things set so strongly in your mind to be a certain way
that when they aren't, it sort of shakes up your world.  And to be
honest I had really wanted to be this girl's first.  To be the man who
guides her into womanhood.  I care about her that much.

      Maybe I can still be that person.  All weekend I've encountered
such a strange dichotomy of a girl with a strong sex drive tempered by
self-doubt and guilt.  If I can give her anything, hopefully it is the
self-knowledge that her body and her feelings and desires are OK, and
in fact beautiful.

      I lay next to her, my penis now shrunken, and gently open the
conversation.  "Allison, what happened?  You told me things were bad
with Keith, but I feel like there's more there".

      She's quiet for what is probably several minutes.  I can tell
she's struggling to figure out where and how to start.  She finally
begins.  "When Keith and I had sex on prom night I cried.  Not because
it was this perfect, wonderful thing, but because it wasn't.  Then I
went home and cried all night even more.  I just felt so dirty and
used.  I figured maybe it was because it was our first time.  I'd
heard lots of rumors that your first time was supposed to be bad.  But
the second wasn't any better.  He was even more aggressive and less
nice about it than the first time.  I don't know where the Sweet Keith
I had first started dating went, but he was gone.  We had sex maybe 4
or 5 more times over the summer, but I just couldn't take it anymore.
He would call me up and be all like, 'Hey, do you wanna fuck?'.  That
was it.  No 'How are you?'.  No 'I love you'.  I was just his sex toy
or something.  ... I don't know.  ...  Justin, he just wasn't ever sweet
and affectionate like you are.  He just made me feel like shit."

      With that she stops.  I have never heard Allison swear.  I guess
it drives her point home well, though.  I can feel the anger welling
up inside of me; starting to burn in my cheeks.  My first instinct is
to ask her where this little highschool shit lives and to go beat the
living hell out of him for ever treating my Allie that way.  But of
course she isn't *my* Allie, and beating him up won't do any good.  It
won't take away the hurt she feels.  God I'm glad to be out of
highschool and away from all of that.  It was a miserable 4 years that
I would never go back to, and this is a great example of why.

      I hold Allison in my arms and slowly rock her as she quietly
cries.  She needs me and I LIKE her needing me.  She feels warm and
soft, and her hair smells good as she nuzzles up on my chest.  I can
feel my own eyes burn as a tear or two squeeze out.  There is nothing
I can do to take away this hurt she doesn't deserve.  But damnit if
I'm not going to do everything in my power to make up for it.

  I don't know what it was about the situation, but after a while I
start to get aroused.  I guess it makes sense.  We have both just
experience a highly emotional situation, and there is something very
cathartic about it.  Plus men have the ability, I think, to get horny
in any situation.  I don't do anything about it, but I'm sure she can
feel my hardon growing against her leg.

      She looks up at me and I carefully wipe the tears away from her
eyes.  She is even more radiant than ever.  My heart seems to skip a
beat.  What is it about this girl that makes my erection happen not
just in my penis?  I awkwardly crane my neck around to the side and
meet her in a soft, lip-to-lip kiss that just stays there.  Not
moving.  Holding for an eternity and speaking volumes.  The energy
between us is amazing.  It is almost as if my lips themselves start to
vibrate.  Allison pushes back away from me so that I can turn and meet
her face to face.  I throw my right leg over her hips as I pull her up
so her face meets mine.  Our kissing instantly becomes much more
impassioned.  The dam has broken and the flood begins.

      Instantly our arms are running up and down each other's bodies.
We can't get at each other fast enough.  I feel the luscious curves of
her girl/woman body, drawing my nails down her arms to elicit more of
those delicious goosebumps.  My lips are on her neck.  Sucking.
Nibbling.  Biting.  Expressing the passion and extreme attraction that
I feel inside.  Her breath starts to become heavier and catches as I
bite down on here earlobe.  Her eyes are closed and her enjoyment is
made obvious by her entire body.

      She rolls onto her back, and I lean over her, dragging the backs
of my fingertips all over her skin.  Her entire body has become an
erogenous zone, as I give attention to her face, her chest, her legs...
everything.  Her breath is heaving and her head slowly rolling from
side to side as the quietest of moans vibrates from her throat.
'Bliss' is written all over her face.

      She reaches out with her right hand and grabs my prick in an
unexpected but certainly not unenjoyable action.  She attempts,
vainly, to stroke me, but it isn't even a half-successful attempt as
the strokes are short and randomly placed.  She is far too caught up
in the tingle I'm creating across her skin.

      It gives me joy to see this girl who just a few minutes ago was
miserable, now smiling again.  I lean over her and lovingly kiss her
face:  first her forehead; then a slight nibble on each thin,
well-groomed eyebrow; then a soft kiss on each closed eyelid; a quick,
flirty peck on the tip of her nose; and finally a slow, soft kiss on
her lips.  Our mouths, which start out closed, slowly open as first we
gently suck each other's lips, then open more fully so that our
tongues can seek each other out.  As I shift my head to the right to
allow the kiss to deepen, I feel her small, soft little tongue seeking
my own out.  Hers runs in circles around mind and I slowly caress the
smooth underside of it with my own.  Our mouths repeatedly start to
squeeze against each other then open again to permit more and more of
a connection.  I don't think I've ever taken so much pleasure in just
kissing a woman.

      After several minutes of this intimate exchange, Allison
releases her grip on my penis and puts both hands on my shoulders,
pushing me back.  I'm confused at first, thinking perhaps I did
something to offend her, though I can't figure out what.  She takes a
deep breath and her eyes open and search my face, as if looking for
the answer to some deep enigma in its form.  She tilts her head down
and says, "Now".

      That's all she needs to say.  I don't have to ask her if she's
sure.  I don't have to ask here if she's ready.  I can tell by the
look on her face what she wants me... what she NEEDS me to do.  Her legs
slowly spread and I climb between them, resting my weight on my knees
as I get into position.  I place my penis down between her thighs,
nestled right at the opening between her lips.  As I look down I can
tell that she is ready.  Her lips have flushed a deeper color red and
seem to be opened a little, as if inviting me in.  Which is, of
course, exactly what she is doing.  My penis is already dripping in
anticipation.  I've always gotten very wet, which can be a pain in the
ass with a condom on, but is perfect when going bare.  I rest my
weight on my left elbow as I reach down and smear the precum all over
my tip.  I want to make sure this is a smooth entry for her.  At the
same time she reaches down, pushing a couple fingers inside herself,
then apparently smearing her own wetness around on her lips.  She
holds them wide open as I press forward into the opening she has made.

      All I can say about the first moment of contact is ecstasy.  I
can feel the warm of her lips wrap around me, my penis pushing further
in.  It stops.  I feel a tightness against my tip.  Even though she's
not a virgin, she sure feels like one.  Her ex-boyfriend must have
just ripped the hell out of her.  Unless he had a really small dick.
I like that idea better.

      "Allison, just take a deep breath and relax", I coach.  She
inhales, and on her exhale I push, push hard, against the tight 'o'
preventing me from being inside her.  It almost seems like it isn't
going to happen and she looks up at me with panic on her face when
suddenly there is a tangible 'pop' as I finally squeeze into her.  She
sucks her breath in sharply and there is a small whimper from her.
Her face is squeezed into a tight grimace.

      "Are you OK?  Do you want me to stop?".

She breathes for a moment, then with her eyes still closed says, "No,
just stay right there for a second".  I can actually see a wave of
release pass down her body, as first her face, then her shoulders,
then her stomach all give way.  And I feel the same thing on the
inside.  The tight outer ring that was almost cutting of my
circulation slowly relaxes to the point that what was becoming quite
painful is now starting to feel like it should:  really, really good.
Allison opens her eyes and almost imperceptibly nods.  'yes'

I can tell she's tell a little nervous and I know this isn't the time
to bang the hell out of her.  So I pull back, still resting my weight
on my elbows, and just let my pelvis slowly sink against hers, totally
filling her with my manhood.  Her small body is tight, but seems a
good fit for me as our pubic bones sink together.  Resting on her like
this, I slowly start to move my hips.  Not really thrusting, but just
sort of gently rocking against her.  She seems to be OK with this, and
after taking some time to absorb all that is happening, begins to
match my motion.

      I bend over and kiss her forehead lightly, and she cranes her
neck up, obviously wanting something a little fuller.  We kiss
passionately, our tongues chasing each other, as the motion between us
becomes stronger and more feverish.  Now I'm in a tough position here
because I really WANT to get her off, but with the situation being so
emotional for her (well, both of us) I don't know if she's going to
get aroused enough to cum, or even if she can come in this position at
all.  I think I've only had one girlfriend who could really cum hard
during intercourse and she was quite a bit more... experienced... than
Allison.  So I figure I'll give it a good try, but not sweat it if I
can't make her have an orgasm before I do.  There's always time to
make up for that!!

      Thinking all this time is actually good for me, because it takes
my mind off the sex and helps me last longer.  Yes, I actually do that
trick of thinking about baseball scores when I hold of coming.  Damn,
I haven't even checked to see if the Dodgers won their game tonight.
This girl really has a hold over me to make me forget about the
pennant race!

      Her moaning brings my attention back to her.  She puts her arms
up around me and starts to use me for leverage, pushing her hips down
onto my prick to get more of me inside of her.  Our pace picks up and
I know that it's going to happen soon.  I also know how hard it is to
time this stuff.  My movements become full thrusts, with my dick
actually pulling out of her body most of the way and jutting back in.
The bed is shaking with our feverish movements and it feels like a
soft, silky gloved hand is giving me the best handjob of my life.  I
can actually feel the muscles in her pussy working.  Squeezing me.
Wanting me.  God that's hot!  Her legs pull back further, allowing me
more access to her, and I think creating more friction for her.  I'm
trying to grind my pubic bone against her clit, but to be honest I can
hardly think about much except for the tingling I'm feeling in my
balls as they slap against her ass.  This is it!  This is what I've
wait for 5 years for!  I'm finally fucking her.  My mind races through
all the times I've stared at her crotch in a leotard, wondering what
was under there.  Wondering how that hole would feel.  Well now I can
tell you.  It's very wet.  And it's very tight.  And there are all
these wonderful little ridges inside it that bump against my tip on
each thrust, creating even more sensation.  God I want to cum!  No, no
I can't.  Keep thrusting.  Just keep going.  Do it for her.

My breath is coming out in an almost grunt now.  It's a pure act of
willpower to keep from filling her up with my manjuice.  Just keep
thrusting.  Don't think about it.  Focus on her.  I listen to her
breathing.  She's breathing hard but I don't sense an oncoming orgasm.
 Thrust harder.  That's it.  Just thrust harder and then she'll come
and I can unload.  My arms are shaking so hard from holding myself up
this long.  Sweat is dripping off my chest right onto her face.  I
feel bad about it but what can I do?  Keep going Justin.  Keep going.
Do it for Allison.  Make up for that asshole.  Show her how a real man
fucks.

      So much pleasure.  It feels so good.  I close my eyes.  Can't
think of anything.  Mind is a blur.  I feel Allison's hands moving up
my back.  One mashes against my face.  "Justin.  (heavy breath)  It's
OK.  (heavy breath)  Quit waiting.  (several more heavy breaths, then
finally...)  I want to feel you cum inside me."

      Damn it, you don't have to tell me twice.  All it takes is one
look down at my little angel.  She's covered with sweat and her face
looks so determined.  Just like she used to look at the end of ballet
class when we were finishing our exercises.  Oh my god!  I'm fucking
that girl from ballet class.  That once-illegal little piece of ass
has her pussy wrapped around me and is milking me right now.  Oh god.
Oh god!

      And then it happens.  Pressing all my weight into her, the cum
wells up from what I swear must be my toes, and starts shooting out
inside her.  Throb after throb after throb as my whole body shakes.
Allison cries out.  I guess she can feel it too.  She chants "yes,
yes, yes" over and over as I feel her with what must be the biggest
cum in my life.  And it seems to go on forever.

      But of course it doesn't.  I eventually start to recover and the
throbbing slows down.  But tricky little Allison somehow knows how to
extend my orgasm... each time I think I'm done, she squeezes my dick
hard with her pussy until another throb passes through me, then
releases.  She waits a couple seconds then repeats.  This must last
for over a minute until her squeezing evokes no more throbbing and I
am truly finished.

      I fall on top of Allison, exhausted from holding myself up for
so long.  I now lay fully on her, our bodies touching everywhere from
pubic area to head.  I can feel my penis slowly shrinking inside of
her.  I've been told by several past girlfriends that they love this
feeling... a guy either growing hard or softening inside of them.  As my
breathing becomes less labored I start to pay more attention to her
and realize that my 185 pound bulk is probably squashing her 100 pound
frame.  So I roll off her, but not without some half-hearted protests
from her.  "Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere."  And I scoop her up
with the most loving arms and pull her into me like you would a
sleeping child.

      I feel contemplative and even a touch sad all of a sudden.  "I
wanted to be your first time.  To guide you into womanhood."

      "Don't worry Justin.  In any way that matters, you still have.
You've made me feel better about myself and my body this weekend than
I ever have in my life, and just about everything HAS been a first for
me."  Allison is uncharacteristically verbose.  "And I'm so glad it
was you.  No matter what happens I will always remember this, and
think of YOU as my first time."

      "Allison, I just want to make sure you understand that
everything Keith told you is crap.  Women are allowed to enjoy sex.
YOU are allowed to enjoy sex."

      "I know", she sighs, but I can tell she's not quite convinced.

"You don't always have to worry about pleasing the guy.  Every so
often I'd love to see you just concentrate on what feels good to you,
and getting yourself off."  I'm starting to become passionate, because
this is something I feel so strongly about.  In one of my classes in
college we studied sexuality around the world, and how in many
cultures women are forced to submit and in some cases even surgically
altered so that they can't feel sexual pleasure.  It makes me sick.  I
grab Allison's face between my hands and turn it up toward me.
"Allison, I'm serious.  You are a special, beautiful being, and you
are just as worthy of joy and pleasure as every other person on this
planet."

She freezes for a second then suddenly gives me a huge bear hug.
"Thank you, Justin.  I don't know how you got to be so amazing, but
thank you.  You always make me feel so good when I'm around you."  And
she nuzzles into me, now with a smile on her face.



12

       You would think that one time would be enough for an evening.
Especially after the day we had had.  But as we both lay there
reflecting, I can already tell that we are going to fuck again that
evening.  I can just sense it.  Or maybe I want it that badly.  Heck,
I've jacked off thinking about it probably hundreds of times.  I'm
sure I've masturbated over it several times in one day, especially
back when we were in the ballet company together and I had to look at
her in that skin tight outfit for 4 hours every day.  I remember
sneaking into the bathroom several times between barre and floor work
to feverishly rub my dick and spurt my load in the 2 minutes we had.
Our ballet mistress kept a timer.  And if you weren't standing in your
assigned spot by the time it 'ding'ed, you were fined.  Getting off in
the two minute time period wasn't that hard.  Right before break I'd
stare at Allison and start fantasizing and let my dick get semi-hard
so that by the time I was in the bathroom stall I could 'think' myself
into being fully erect.  Then I would madly tug at my cock skin and
within maybe a minute my juice would be spurting into the toilet paper
I had waiting.  The problem was always getting my dick to go back down
before I got out onto the floor.  I would cum, clean my prick, and
then try to think about something nasty (like our ballet mistress
naked).  But I was always a little hard still when I went back out.
The men stood in the back in a straight line, so if I was one of the
last people out on the floor, none of the other dancers would see me.
But I remember one time Mistress Erin walked straight up to me, looked
me up and down in her drill sergeant manner, smiled knowingly, and
walked off.  I looked down, and an extra gob of come had obviously
snuck out of my semi-hard dick and soaked through my tights.  There
was nothing I could do, but thank God I was sufficiently sweaty by the
time we moved from those positions that my secret was safe.  Well,
safe between me and Miss Erin, that crusty old bag.

      All this thinking about old times and sexual situations already
had my penis stirring as I lay there, but I want to make sure things
are OK between Allie and me first.  I roll toward her and look her in
the eyes.  "Hey, hon, how are you feeling?".

      "I feel GREAT", she says with a huge smile, and kisses me
quickly on the lips.  I begin to massage her lovingly.  I rub her neck
and her arms; basically whatever I can get my hands on as we lay
facing each other.  She moves to allow me greater access to her back,
so she is pretty much laying face down on me.  After a few minutes I
pause to rest, and she uses that as an excuse to thank me by moving
her face up to mine and kissing me.

      "You have such wonderful hands.  They're just amazing Justin.  I
swear I could fall in love with them."  I certainly wouldn't mind.
Normally the words 'in love' sort of freak me out, but for some reason
with her they just make butterflies in my stomach.  What the hell is
going on with me?  She kisses me again, and what starts as a single
kiss morphs into full, passionate making out.  My hands, which had
been resting on her back, move to her sides, enjoying the slight
hourglass shape of her small body.  She is amazing.  At once still a
little girl and also a fully grown woman.  Lean and muscular with a
nice, round little ass that I just adore.  Our kissing turns to
necking and I roll her over so that I can lay on top of her, giving me
better access to her shoulders and chest.

      As my mouth is busy on her neck, her face, her lips, my hands
have ceased running up and down her sides and wandered onto those
tasty little titties of hers.  Man I love them!  I move down and take
one in my mouth.  With a good amount of suction I'm able to take most
of it into my mouth.  I have no idea the feelings I'm creating, but
judging from the way she arches her back toward me and moans, they
must be good.  She reaches down and grabs my penis, feeling it's
renewed hardness and rubbing the precum around on my tip.  Her legs
slowly spread to make room for me between them, and I climb on top of
her, laying my naked body fully against her.  My cock is pressed
against her pubic bone and we start to hump each other gently.

      But before long with both want more.  She begins to rock her
hips back so that my penis slides up and down along her wet slit.  And
soon I feel her small fingers on my cock, guiding it back into that
hole that has already given it so much pleasure.  She is just as tight
now as she was the first time, and almost burning hot as I enter her
soft tunnel.  I move slowly, supporting my weight on my forearms so
that she has a little more freedom of movement.  She closes her eyes
with a look of concentration, but no pain this time.  Our coupling is
somehow easier and smoother, and in no time we are gently rocking
against each other.  I push back to look at her glowing face and she
shyly looks up at me and smiles.  I bury my face in her neck and lose
myself in that nutty, earthy scent that is Allison.  It's amazing how
much that smell stimulates me now.  I brings up years