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   Copyright (C) 2000, Jack Spratt.  ALL Rights Reserved

   Date of first publication: Wednesday PM, October 25, 2000

   Story codes: M/f Widower meet young lady

   Story intro: With Halloween just around the corner, Don was committed to
providing the sound system for the area street party.  He had no way of
knowing how involved he would get with Jayden the Student Groups
Chairperson.



   Trick or Treat

   (1 of 2)

   Another Story By

   Jack Spratt1

   The date was rapidly approaching for the annual Halloween Street Party.
I live in what is classified as Upper Middle Class Suburbia.  I still don't
know why this area of Abbotsville is any better than anywhere else in the
city.  The only reason I ended up here was a quirk of the real estate
market.  I purchased the property in what was considered a down in the
market.  The price was right and I bought.  I received good value for the
price.  It's a seven-room three story brick with many amenities.

   A little about myself, I'm fifty-one, currently live alone.  My wife
passed away four years ago, to cancer.  My three sons live in different
areas of the country.  We have never been close.  Now my job is my family.
I'm employed in the high tech computer industry, my speciality is in
computer viruses and am well regarded and extremely well paid.  When not
killing viruses I try my hand at software innovation.

   The annual Halloween event encompasses the complete community.  I got
roped into it several years ago.  One of my sons had been a disk jockey
while attending college.  When he graduated, he left all his sound
equipment in one of the garages.  When he graduated, he lost all interest
in that faze of his life, leaving me to dispose of his equipment.  When the
first event took place, the equipment was put to good use by the
entertainment committee.  It is now my annual donation.  Each year the
student committee comes over, sets it up in the garage to test it.  After
they terrorized my close neighbors with the noise they call music, they'd
pack the unit, ready to be moved into the street for the party.  The
student chairperson of the committee was a beautiful young lady.

   We met for the first time when she came to the house to arrange to test
the equipment.  It was a pleasant surprise actually a bit of shock to see
such an attractive young lady at my door.  She dressed in her school
uniform of a pleated skirt and a white blouse.  It's a contrast to her dark
skin.

   "Hello.  I'm Jayden Raven.  I am the chairperson of the Students
Committee.  I'd like your permission for out DJ to test the sound equipment
before the Halloween party."

   Miss Raven is more than just attractive.  Her assets are quite evident.
Her very attractive face really enhances her well-proportioned body. 
Stupid me, my mouth must have been hanging open, very embarrassing, she
notices, her face beaming with a knowing smile.

   "I am sorry for staring Miss Raven.  You took me off guard, I certainly
wasn't prepared to have a beautiful woman at my door, usually it someone
trying to sell chocolate bars."

   Now she is uncomfortable.  Jayden's fidgeting.

   "When would you like to test the equipment?"

   "I have a tech crew assembled for this Friday, if it's convenient for
you."

   "That is fine Miss Raven.  I'll be home after six o'clock."

   "That will suit us and please call me Jayden."

   "OK Jayden.  I'll see you and your crew on Friday."

   Watching her walk down the driveway, Jayden movements accent her
well-shaped hips.  She has long well shaped legs which are hiding something
heavenly between them.  Jayden turns, catches me staring and smiles.  She
swings her hips it a little more emphasise until she disappears from view.
Now there's a young lady I'd love to know more about, wishful thinking on
my part.  Whatever happens is going to wait till Friday.

   The balance of my week goes well.  In the back of my mind is the
haunting figure of Jayden Raven.  Ebony women have always in my dreams. 
For many years, I've been drawn to them.  However, I never had the balls to
approach any of them.  Hey, I'm a coward at heart when it comes to women.

   One of the things I have always done for the Halloween Party was
financially support the Adult Committee.  I and five others provided soft
drinks and treats for the neighborhood children.  We provide enough treats
to avoid having the children come around on Halloween night.  It work out
great for everybody.

   Shortly after six on Friday the doorbell rings it's Jayden and her crew.

   "Hi.  The crew's here.  Can we get into the garage?"

   "Just touch the latch and it'll open."

   Jayden's wearing shorts and a tube top; it's really not good for my
heart.  Her beautiful breasts topped by very large nipples are very
evident. I get the feeling Jayden may know the effect she has on me after
my immature actions the first time we met.  Again she has that knowing
smile.

   "Thank you.  I'll let you know when we're finished.  I hope we don't
bother you with the music."

   "It's debatable if I'd call it music.  Fortunately I don't have to put
up with it for more than once a year."

   Jayden joins a group of teens, then the sound of the door opener
whirling, shortly after that an ungodly noise is booming.  That is
something I'll never appreciate is the current so-called music.  I use
music to relax not to cause heart failure.  Back in the house, I seek the
furthest point from the garage.  Finally the noise stops.  When it didn't
resume, I breathe a sigh of relief.  The doorbell rings.

   "Mr.  Parsons, the guys are happy with the sound system.  They've left
it all set up for Saturday night.  I hope you don't mind."

   "No.  That is okay.  I don't use that garage for anything else but
storage.  Would you like to come in?"

   Jayden looks at me.  I mean she really looks at me direct eye contact. I
have startled at her with the invitation.  She looks awesome.

   "Yes thank you, I'd love to see the house.  I have walked by often.  It
is so big."

   As she passes by me, I get her scent.  My ancient woody reacts.  Jayden
is someone I'd love to know better, again my imagination is working
overtime.  I make a production out of showing the house.  Jayden's really
impressed with the bathroom.  She loves the size of the whirlpool tub.  It
never gets used, my wife enjoyed it.  My bedroom has a bathroom which
satisfies my needs.  Jayden spends an inordinate amount of time in my
bedroom.  She seems to be lost in thought.  It gives me time to study her.
She's quite a study.

   "Would you like some refreshments, soft drink or coffee?"

   "Yes please."

   Jayden follows me to the kitchen.  We sit across from each other.  It's
interesting.  She looks at me like she has a question but says nothing, Me,
I'm enjoying her beauty.

   "How'd you get hooked into running the street party?"

   "I wasn't at the meeting when they voted.  I found out the next morning
at school.  I think it was rigged."

   We both laugh at her explanation.  Jayden has a soft delicate laugh.  I
could listen to her for hours.  We talk about all kinds of things, her
schooling and a bit about my job.  She's fourteen, younger than I has first
thought.  She lives two blocks away.  Her dad's a lawyer and her mother's a
teacher at the school she attends.  One of the items that interest me, no
boyfriend, why?\

   "Will you be at the party Mr.  Parsons?"

   "Call me Don.  Yes I'll be there.  Maybe you'll save a dance with me as
long as it is a slow dance."

   "Won't your girlfriend be there?"

   "What girlfriend?"



   Jayden's interest in our conversation seemed to heighten, at least in my
mind it does.

   "Oh.  I'll make sure there're a couple of slow dances.  I'd enjoy
dancing with you."

   "Don't be too sure about that, I have two left feet."

   We chat some more.  I keep learning more about her.  She enjoys eating
out a various restaurants and she's a theater buff, things I also enjoy. 
Could this be an avenue to get to see more of Jayden?  When she leaves, she
has my land line number and my cell in the event she needs to get in touch
with me about the equipment.

   Waking up alone Saturday morning, Jayden isn't beside me but she had
been in my dreams.  I did my usual weekend chores.  My house keeper has the
weekends off so the house was is a large empty unit.  Later in the
afternoon I treated myself to a trip to mall.  One of my simple joys is
watching the parade of young women and girls.  They get my corpuscles
flowing.  My love life is very sparse at present, like nil.  My last actual
fling was more than two years ago.  When I get to the food court, I treat
myself to a coffee and New York fries.  While enjoying the parade of beauty
I notice Jayden and a group of her friends.  The gaggle is wearing short
skirts and various tops.  Jayden's slim well-toned legs are like magnets.
If her skirt was any shorter, I'd be looking at her camel toe embedded in
her panties.  It's hard to believe she's so young.  The girls know their
makeup.  In Jaden's case it magnifies her beauty.  I just stare.  She looks
my way, catches me staring.  A smile floods her face, is she happy to see
me?  She turns and to chat to her friends.  The gaggle moves down the mall
and Jayden approaches me.

   "Hi Don.  What brings you to the mall?"

   "I had some shopping to do.  I usually treat myself to a drink and
chips. Can I get you something?"

   "You're all I need.  But since we're here a coffee with cream only would
be nice."

   I babble something and go get her coffee.  Her comment has me confused,
with women it not actually hard to do.  My inner being has a strong desire
for Jayden but it's not something for me to admit it.  Returning with her
coffee, I look bewildered.

   "You look a bit confused, Don.  Is something bothering you?"

   Jayden's teasing me.  Her breasts are standing proud pushing against her
blouse.  I hadn't notice before but two buttons are undone.  When she leans
over, the view of her ebony twins is a sight to behold.  They're
mesmerizing as she is.  Huston, she's wearing a white lacy bra, full of
Jayden.  Don, you're making a fool of yourself.

   "Well.  The comment you made, what did you mean?"

   "I think you know what I mean."



   "No.  You'd better explain it to an old person like me."

   "I know you're interested in me which you confirm every time you stare
as me, am I right?  You give off raw passion.  I like that.  You are a
handsome man, someone I'd like to know better."

   "We only met this week.  Do you make judgements about everybody you meet
that quickly?"

   "I felt the electricity between us, so did you?  I don't know why it is,
but being close to you makes me feel funny.  It is a nice feeling.  It's
something I've never experienced with anyone else."

   "This is something it is very hard for me to admit but I've never seen
anyone so attractive and appealing as you in a very long time.  My darkest
secret has been to meet a beautiful black woman.  You more than fit the
bill.  But this mutual admiration society accomplishes very little, due to
our ages."

   "Don.  I just know how I feel when you're close.  You don't have a
girlfriend and I don't have a boyfriend.  We can solve both of our
problems. If you don't tell, I won't tell."

   Jayden's full pouty lips are beckoning to be kissed.  Her lip-gloss
makes them even more appealing.  This is crazy.  Jayden is too young for me
even to consider.  The good and evil sides of my mind are at conflict.  The
evil part currently has the upper hand and seems to be strengthening its
position.  It's a good thing we're in public.

   "If only it was that easy.  I'll tell you another secret.  You were a
major participant of my dream last night."

   "Well we've that in common.  I had the same wet dream, my bed looked
like a war zone."

   Jayden's trying to tweak my buttons.  My evil part wants to take her to
task having her nude body cuddled to mine.  Then our bodies are entangled
making love.

   "You're not making things easy."

   "Good.  I hope you have to sit here for an hour before your hard-on goes
down.  Just think how easy it would be to solve both of our predicaments."

   Jayden's pushing every button.  She has the upper hand and is enjoying
our interplay.  I'd love get my hands on her right now, As she stares me
eye to eye, she licked her lips, then slowly sucks a finger, the motions
she's making are unmistakable in meaning.

   "Jayden, your innuendo could cause me to have a heart attack.  I'm an
old man.  I hope you realize that."

   "You're not old and you're not going to have a heart attack.  You are
just as horny as I am.  What I'm offering you a way to relieve both our
problems."

   She leans over to giving me another view of her magnificent titties.  My
eyes drink in her beauty and her intoxicating scent.  What I need to do is
leave before something embarrassing happens.

   "Jayden, I have to leave.  I've a few things to do before the party
tonight.  What are you wearing tonight?"

   "I think you will appreciate the costume, a French maid.  I actually
thought of you when I purchased it."

   "Thought of me, why?"

   "Oh.  Hopefully the effect it will have on you tonight.  I am hoping
you'd enjoy undressing me later.  At least that is my hope, you game?"

   "You realize how bold you are?  I have to leave now do my shopping then
go home and take a cold shower, maybe two."

   "You aren't that old.  I've something better right here that is much
better than a cold shower."

   She doesn't quit.  Her finger is between her breasts pointing down.  I'm
extremely uncomfortable.  Jayden keep up her barrage.  The problem is most
of her innuendoes and comments are true.  I want that young nymph.  Getting
up to leave, is embarrassing, my body isn't helping my cause as my hardon
will attest.

   "Goodbye Jayden.  I'll see you tonight."

   "Oh, you will, hopefully all of me."

   The hell with shopping I leave for the nearest exit.  Jayden has me tied
in knots, my feelings are wrong but my bad side is overjoyed.  My heart is
pounding with excitement and anticipation, this is really stupid, and
nothing is going to happen, at least that is the hope.  I haven't been this
aroused and disorientated about girls for years and it's all because of a
teasing fourteen year old.  Driving home, all I can think of is Jayden and
her last words, all of me.  She has me in a twist, I really do need a cold
shower.

   She's foremost on my mind the rest of the day.  Did she actually mean
all the things she said?  After dinner I prepare for the big event.  The DJ
and band usually set up in the cul-de-sac next to my house, this way they
don't have to move the sound equipment very far.  I can't blame them for
that due to the weight of the speakers.  That is one of the reasons I'm
present at the party.  There is really nothing else to do with that racket
going on.  I was about to get dressed when the doorbell rang.  It's three
boys from the Student Committee.  Looking for Jayden but she wasn't
anywhere to be seen.

   "Mr.  Parsons.  We would like to set up the equipment."

   "Help yourself, when the evening is over just put it back in the garage.
You can repack it tomorrow."

   "Thanks we really appreciate that."

   They head for the garage.  The electric door chatters as it opens.  It's
nearly an hour before the party officially starts to rock.  Sitting at the
kitchen table the days' events ramble through my mind.  Jayden's the focus,
I'm actually wishing it was tomorrow morning and all would be over.  My
growing woody recalls how beautiful she looked as my mind relives her
comments at the mall.  Will she actually do something tonight?  Her family
will likely be present.  So it's highly unlikely.  In the past, when the
kids finally are exhausted and call it a night, the parents have their
party.  I usually beg off.  The band is tuning their instruments; the
festivities will be starting shortly.  It's also my notice to get my ass in
gear and finish dressing.  It's the same sailor costume that I wore every
year.  I really get into this, not.  Venturing out to the street, I join
hordes of children, teens and adults.  The mood's festive.

   There're a large variety of costumes as usual, some really get into
these events.  All the standard ones are seen.  Some of the families really
go overboard.  Approaching the other benefactors of the treats and drinks,
they confirm everything has been delivered and is ready for distribution.
Frank Willis had hit me for a check last week.  This year we hired two
temps to do the packaging and handing out the treats to the kids.  Every
family had been provided a voucher for their participating children. 
Everything seems be progressing well.  There's nothing to do buy stroll
through the throng.

   Then a vision, Jayden's slowly walking towards me.  She's dressed in a
French Maid Uniform.  Her white stockings are mid-thigh high.  The garters
are also white.  The contrast against her chocolate skin is provocative
just as wants.  Her black mini skirt is a very brief exposing a large
expanse of very attractive skin.  Her white blouse appears to be two sizes
too small.  The effect has me embarrassingly hard in a millisecond.  Her
makeup is flawless.  Those lips are so kissable.  Her eyes have a sparkle
about them.  Her hair is styled with a perky maid cap perched on top. 
Jayden has my number.

   "Well.  How do I look?"

   "Good enough to eat."

   "Good, it'll my first time.  When do you want to start?"

   "Jayden, doing that could put me at odds with the law."

   "Not on my account all I want is you, in bed the sooner the better. 
That's all I think about.  Being this close to you does things to me.  My
panties are soaked right now; want to check?  And the good news is I've
been on the pill for over a year."

   She spreads her legs not actually exposing anything but it is plain to
see what she indicating.  My blush has to be noticeable fortunately nobody
is interested; we are just two participants of a very noisy street party.
This fourteen-year-old beauty's attitude is bound to do me in.  The fact
that she is on the pill doesn't help my resolve.  Hell, what am I worried
about I had vasectomy after the birth of my last child many, many years
ago. Jayden has me totally confused.  It would be wise on my part to avoid
her during this evening, easier said then done.  The band starts to play.
It's one of the current fashion tunes way beyond my appreciation.

   "Don't worry the boys will play some slow tunes.  Be prepared you're
going to dance everyone with me."

   "Well.  That's if we're close."

   "Oh.  We'll be close.  I'm not going to let you out of my sight.  I'm
going to tease you with my body all evening.  I want you so frustrated you
will beg to ravish me."

   This is not what I'd planned.  My hope was the crowd would be my
protection.  Where are Jayden's parents?

   "Are you parents here?"

   "Yes.  They'll be here for the street party then they're going to the
Willis's for the parent's party.  You know how long they last.  Last year
they came home after breakfast.  This year will likely be the same.  I'm
hoping we will have made love at least three times before I have to go
home."

   "Jayden, you have to quit teasing."

   "That is no tease.  One way or another, you're going to take me to bed.
I want to feel you on me and in me many times before the night is over. 
You're going to make me a woman."

   "Woman?"

   "Yes.  I'm still a virgin.  You're going to make sure my cherry will be
history this evening.  And you will do me many times to make sure."

   I'm flabbergasted.  Jayden talks like its planned and going to be a fate
d' complete.  My body is trembling.  I'm speechless.  However my woody is
in full agreement with Jayden's sinister plan.  All the talk about sex has
me hurting big time.  I'm trying to figure some way to defuse this
predicament.  The crowd mills about; we are just one couple of people
theoretically having a good time.  A large group of dancers are enjoying
the tunes of the day.  I'm still trying to regain my composure, Jayden
presents beside me doesn't help.  Her scent and looks don't help.  She's
haunting and sexual stimulating.  Then it happens.  The music changes to a
soft slow waltz.

   "Well Don.  It's a slow dance."

   Jayden has her hands up waiting for me to pull her into my body.  My
thought is to have a goodly space between us, wrong.  Her body molds into
me.  It's like holding a wet dream.  She everything and more of what my
imagination provided me last night.  Her young body is so soft.  Jayden's
firm breasts push into my chest.  Her pubes are grinding against my raging
erection.  I'm self-conscience, thinking everybody's watching.  But nobody
is paying any attention to us.  We're just one of many couples dancing. 
Our dance takes us into the shadows of a house.  Next thing I feel are
Jayden's soft lips kissing me then her tongue's playing tag with mine.  My
hands slide down her body settling on ample her bum.  Her skirt has ridden
up body, her thong buried in her ass crack; my hands are creasing warm bare
skin.  My finger wants to explore her crack in search of her rosebud, but I
do manage a little control.

   "Jayden, I can't fight you any longer."

   "I want you as much as you want me.  I just admitted it."

   "I've been interested since you knocked on my door.  What next?"

   "We can slowly walk into the shadows and go to back of your house."

   "Will anyone be looking for you?"

   "No.  I told the others I may go home early.  My parents will be
involved with their friends until the early hours.  I'm yours till dawn."

   We walked slowly into the blackness.  I looked back.  No one will miss
us.  The party was just building up.  Voices were loud mixed with laughter.
We rounded the corner and entered the house.  Jayden took my hand and
walked me to my bedroom.  She was in my arms again.

   "Now undress me."

   My hands are shaking.  I'm about to undress a fourteen-year-old nymph in
my own bedroom.  Once Jayden's naked there will be no turning back.

   "Now Don.  Undress me."

   First to go is her maid's cap, then all the hair pins.  Burying my face
in her hair, I inhale her shampoo mixed with her perfume.  Her hands are on
my zipper.  Her blouse slips off her shoulders.  My zipper is down, my belt
is undone, my pants slip to the floor.  Without her blouse gives me a view
of her full breasts.  Her nipples are large, pushing into the cups of her
lace bra.  With a click her bra drops to the bed.  Jayden breasts are well
rounded and full.  The nipples are like magnets large and suckable.  I pay
homage to both.  Jayden lowers my shorts.  Woody is released.

   "Oh Don.  I like that.  This is a first for me.  I've felt some guys
cock through their pants but it wasn't that big."

   I'm actually average in size.  Jayden has no one to compare me too.  It
feels good having her caressing me.  Dropping to my knees I'm at heaven's
doorstep.  There's a small button and a zipper holding her skirt, then it's
on the bed.  Her thong is damp, actually soaked as she said.  Burying my
face in the dampness, I'm overwhelmed with her intoxicating scent.  It's
been much to long since I had the opportunity to enjoy what Jayden is
offering.  Both of her shoes hit the floor with a thump.  Slowly her thong
is lowered exposing what has been causing my sleepless nights.  Her pussy
lips are swollen and moist.  A kiss transfers her heavenly taste, my tongue
then laps the surplus.  Jayden's moaning.  My hug has my face buried in her
pussy.  Positioning her on her back on the bed, she looks devastating
dressed only in her white textured stay-up nylons.  She watches my face as
she spreads her legs, exposing her beauty.  Jayden has a soft mat of tight
black curls above pussy hiding her clitoris.  Her puffy lips open like a
pink blossom, the scent intoxicating.

   There is nothing left to do but enjoy the vision before me with my
tongue and nose.  Her clitoris is out of its hood, super sensitive, she
explodes with one climax after another, and to the point my tongue is
aching.  Then her hands are on the back of my head gently guiding me back
to her clitoris.  Jayden is ever more sexual then in my dreams.

   "I have never cum as hard when I do it myself.  Come lie beside me and
let me do things for you."

   My face is covered with Jayden secretions that are now drying in a thin
crust.  Lying beside her, she leans over and grasps my proud erection.  My
foreskin has been pulled back showing a raging purple head.  The sensation
of her warm hand on my shaft, while cupping my balls is indescribable. 
Jayden slowly strokes me.  Opening my eyes, she is looking at my face.  Her
mischievous smile is evident.

   "I told you we were meant for each other.  I love what you did to me.  I
want to do the same for you.  This all new to me, so you will have to give
me some pointers."

   Jayden kisses my shaft.  The precum is flowing.  Her tongue flicks the
slit causing me to experience a wonderful sensation.  She then engulfs the
head and half the shaft.  My body rise to with excitement.  I've very
little control over the inevitable.  Jayden must have sensed this.  She
stops sucking.  She rearranges her body so I'm looking at her lovely moist
pussy.  Her juice has accumulated and is actually running down her pussy to
the sheets.

   "Don.  Let's do it."

   "You can do it.  I will lie on my back and you get on top.  You'll have
control."

   My raging hard-on is hard, hurting and extended to max.  watching Jayden
position herself above me is a very sexual stimulating exercise.

   "It looks awful big to go inside of me.  Will it hurt?"



   "That's why I want you on top for the first time.  You can stop anytime
you feel uncomfortable."

   She slowly lowers her body.  It more the enjoyable when my cock touches
her moist pussy.  It does feel good.  Watching as the head disappears,
Jayden eyes are closed she totally focused on the task at hand.  She lows
herself again, this time hitting resistance, her cherry.  Jayden takes a
few gentle thrusts however her cherry hold.  She put both hands on my
shoulders and slowly thrust up and down.  She is getting up the courage to
do the deed.  Her face shows determination.  The next downward thrust is
with her full weight of her body.  My shaft tears through her hymen and my
shaft disappears deep in a warm glove of flesh.

   "Shit, that hurt.  But it feels so different and so full."

   "Just relax for a minute until your body gets used to the intruder."

   As Jayden leans over, giving me access to her breasts and allowing me
fondle her nipples.  Moving closer gives my mouth access to her nipples.  I
enjoy sucking nipples nearly as much as eating pussy.  While enjoying her
taste, my hands caress her smooth back and her bum cheeks.  Jayden
appreciation is manifested by the sighs and moans.  Jayden's now a woman.
Hell, I may be in love with this fourteen-year-old.

   Jayden starts to move.  She starts slowly raising her body and thrusting
downwards.  As she becomes confident, the movements increase in speed and
intensity.  My goal is hold off cumming, it's an uphill battle.  Watching
Jayden face and body language for a sign she is close.  Then it happens. 
Her body arches and her breathing's erratic.  Then she freezes.  That's my
queue to unleash a torrid of cum deep inside of her.  Then she collapses in
my arms.  Slowly her breathing becomes regular.  She has a dreamy satisfied
look on her eyes.  We are still joined at the hips.

   "What a feeling.  When can we do it again thank you for tonight?"

   "No need to thank me.  I'm honored that you thought enough of me to
offer me your virginity.  You're a dream come true."

   We lay cuddled together for a time.  Jayden is more than I thought
possible, so soft, so mature a perfect lover.  Then she rolls over and lies
on her back.  My mighty warrior has been reduced to a stub.  I'm covered
with pussy juice and cum with a slight tinge of red virgin blood.  Jayden's
is swollen and still open.  The view is breathtaking.  The slow river of
cum, juice and bright red virgin blood ran to the sheets, proof positive of
the results of our love making.

   After cleaning myself, I return with a warm damp cloth to clean Jayden.
It's a labor of love.  I gently remove all traces of our lovemaking.  I
kiss her precious jewel, and tongue her ravished clitoris.  She moves
cautiously.

   "Oh Don.  I'm so tender down there.  But I feel so wonderful.  Can we do
it again?"

   The blood is rushing to my hero.  My woody was getting ready for more
action.

   "I'd say in about half an hour.  It'll feel better the second time.  Are
you up to it?"

   "Oh Yes.  I want more of it.  A question, how are we going to get
together after tonight?"

   "Good question.  We can't do it openly.  We have to be able to meet
without anyone getting suspicious.  Perhaps tomorrow when you and the crew
come over to pack the sound equipment we can talk about it.  After what
just happened, there has to be a way.  What you have honored me with
tonight needs to be repeated often."

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   I'm ready for round two.  My woody's an old warrior up for the
challenge. When Jayden moves to the center of the bed and spread her legs
wide.  Her pussy was reddish and is still open.  She's still very moist
from her own juice and virgin blood.  Lying between her legs, she guides my
missile to her waiting pad.  Her vaginal muscles grab me.  The feeling of
Jayden on the bottom is comforting.  For one so young she certainly feels
good and soft.  Her body easily accepts my weight.

   We're joined at the hips once more.  This will be a more enjoyable
coupling as there's no issue of cumming quickly.  Bringing Jayden to the
brink three times before she cums has her panting.  The feeling of her body
trembling with her climax confirms we need to find a way to continue
meeting.  Jayden's a natural lover.  She nearly strangles me as she came.
Her breathing is ragged prior too each climax.  Finally my willpower gives
up resulting in a very hard climax deep inside her womb.  What could be
better than this?

   For the second time I've the privilege of removing the residue of our
love making from Jayden pussy.  She's so beautiful laying there with her
legs spread wide.  She's watching me admiring her.

   "I am glad we met.  Some of the girls at school have had their cherries
taken in the back seats of cars.  All said is it wasn't anything they would
want to repeat.  They need to have you teach them."

   That's a nice compliment.  Jayden's enough women for me.  We need a
reason to be together on a regular basis.  But we'll have to wait to figure
that out later.  I set the alarm for two hours hence and curled up with
Jayden's warm body.  We both fell asleep exhausted.

   The ringing alarm woke me with a start.  Jayden kisses me.  We hold each
other.

   "Thank you for a wonderful evening.  You hope we can do this often."

   "So do I, but I have to get dressed.  My mom and dad will be home in
about three hours."

   Again my labor of love, cleaning Jayden's pussy, during our sleep more
cum mixed with her juice had accumulated between her legs The contrast of
your skin tones and the pink interior of her pussy is mesmerizing.  My
woody starts to rise to the occasion.  Jayden notice it.

   "I wish we had time to fuck again.  I love the feeling of you inside of
me."

   "Maybe when you come over later today we can get together."

   "I hope so.  I will be thinking of what we did all day.  I'll miss you."

   "Good.  I'll be waiting for you.  When you get home, make sure you put
on a pad.  I don't want your parents to question the fresh blood and all
that cum seeping from you."

   Jayden finishes dressing.  She looks great.  She was about to put on her
thong but thought the better of it.  She threw them to me.

   "Something for you to remember the night."

   "Jayden I'd never need anything to remember tonight.  I'll relive this
day many times in my mind."

   Walked her to the door has a sad feeling about it.  There're only a few
people on the street in a small group still talking and laughing.  The band
left hours ago.  It's with a sad feeling I watch Jayden make her way down
the street.  She looks back give me a smile.  Then she gone, disappearing
around the corner.

   This is the start of a new part of my life.  Hopefully there is much
more to share with Jayden.  Unfortunately things will have to wait for this
afternoon to discover how we will keep our relationship going and growing.

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