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Girl From Nova Scotia
by Peter_Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)
***
Reading erotica on-line might be fun for many teenage
girls. For Mimi however, the line between fact and
fiction became seriously blurred. (M/f-teen, ped, 1st,
mast, fantasy)
***
Mimi was sixteen years old.
A sophomore, cute as a button, and like many of her
peers at St Patrick's High in Halifax, a daily reminder
for most every male teacher in the school, that their
best years have sadly passed now into ancient history.
It wasn't that she tried to be sexy in any way, just
that she had no idea how NOT to be.
Standing barely five-four in bare feet, her slim body
and still developing breasts proclaimed her youth.
Blonde hair cascaded way past her shoulders and framed
an alert little face that required but the least make-
up to highlight her pretty features.
You couldn't say she was innocence personified however,
despite what the visuals would suggest. Nothing serious
though just that she had a penchant (like so many
other girls her age) to read naughty stories on the
internet. Probably nothing wrong with that when you
think about it it's a worldwide pastime especially
for curious little schoolgirls!
Of late she had been reading avidly. One particular
author had attracted her attention the last few months
by virtue of the fact that many of his stories involved
teenage girls graphically mis-behaving either by
intent or unplanned circumstance. Either way, her
parents would have been shocked senseless had they
known just what road their daughter's fingers had
travelled in recent times.
In a moment of self-assertive bravado, she had even
emailed the author telling him how she had enjoyed his
tales of erotic fantasy if not aggravated sexual
dysfunctionality. Imagining herself in the fictional
girls' dilemma, was usually sufficient to precipitate a
really good night's sleep!
Upon receiving a reply from the author however, she was
not too sure how to react. That his words flattered
her, as regards a photograph she had sent of herself,
was not in doubt but she harbored still a vague and
wholly understandable concern that she was
corresponding with a man more than three times her own
age. It aroused her as much as it provoked her
insecurity.
It was a week later that she first "saw" the man.
Sitting at her desk while the teacher was droning on
about the American Civil War, her vision wandered to
the nearby window and the sports oval across the way
from the science labs. A man was standing there almost
alongside the track. Too far for her to take-in
specific detail, it seemed to Mimi that he was looking
towards the main classroom block. He was wearing what
at that distance, appeared to be a full length coat and
holding some sort of brief-case in his right hand. She
could not determine any of the man's facial features
but adjudged his age to be at least in his late forties
to early fifties. For no reason that she could
nominate, there was a comforting familiarity about his
aspect.
"Is there something more interesting outside than in
here Mimi?" the teacher was calling out to her, bemused
by the student's obvious inattention.
"No Mr. Cramer...sorry," she replied meekly.
When next she glanced outside, the figure was gone.
She was still recalling the image of the man standing
there, even as the school bus wound its way north on
Dubrack street. Alighting at her stop near
Knightsbridge Drive she half expected to see him
waiting for her and was almost disappointed when she
reached her home in Trailwood Place a few minutes
later.
"You seem very distracted Mimi?" her mother said after
she had ambled inside and walked around the kitchen a
couple of times, "Is everything Ok at school?"
"No, I'm fine mom," the girl replied. "Think I'll go
upstairs and make a start on my homework."
"Well something must be wrong then," she smiled at her
daughter. "When was the last time you did that without
being coerced?"
The girl shook her head and headed off to her room.
Not ten minutes into her ancient history assignment and
she realized her concentration lay elsewhere. Her
bookmarked websites were after all but a click away!
Locating that which she desired, she stared at the
screen. A "new story" had been posted. It concerned the
plight of a young female hitchhiker who having thumbed
the totally wrong vehicle that evening, was now paying
the price for her lack of caution, just a short
distance away from the deserted highway. The girl's
humiliation at the hands of the two men was graphically
described and although played-out under circumstances
clearly abhorrent to any female in the real world, it
had the effect on Mimi of escalating arousal. At the
point the victim found herself restrained in the dust
with nothing left but her skimpy panties for modesty,
Mimi's hand was well up beneath her dress following a
(now) very familiar scenario.
"What would it feel like?" she wondered silently.
Shortly afterwards, following the enervating warmth
that was now engulfing her lower body, she stretched
out on the bed, hugging a pillow for added comfort. At
least three boys from school she knew wanted to go out
with her, but she needed something emotionally that she
recognized instinctively a teenage boy could never give
her. It was so hard being sixteen!
The next few days passed uneventfully. It was the
following Saturday morning and being a warm summer day,
Mimi had opted to take a stroll in Tremont Park, a
green and altogether charming little oasis that at its
extreme south-west corner, shared a common boundary
with her own house. Towards the center of the park a
small pond was home to a family of ducks and ducklings.
It was to this spot that the girl was making her way
slowly, having at that moment nothing of any
consequence occupying her mind.
Sitting thus on the low brick wall that skirted the
pond, she gazed into the distance. A few families with
young children were taking advantage of the warm
weather enjoying a picnic lunch. Three teenage boys
were playing frisbee-golf the far side of the pond
where the grass stretched almost towards the northern
boundary of the park. Older couples walked arm in arm
along the neat pathways - but it wasn't these things
suddenly held her attention.
Far to her right near the small grove of trees, stood a
shadowy figure - one that she instantly recognized.
Wearing still that full length coat and carrying the
same brief-case, he was yet too distant for her to make
out any physical details. Even as she squinted in his
direction, her hand over her eyes shielding the sun's
glare, a young mother pushing her stroller, temporarily
obscured her view. An instant later when she had
passed, the man was gone.
Mimi leaped-up from the wall and walked briskly towards
the trees where she had seen him surely she had seen
him?
No trace of the man was to be found and she covered the
entire area. She could not understand how he could have
walked in any direction without her seeing him. All she
knew with total conviction is that he had been looking
at her and that he meant her no harm. Walking home, she
felt an overwhelming sense of disappointment and worse,
it was nothing she could ever talk about to anyone
her sanity would forever be in doubt!
Keeping noticeably quiet that night, she excused
herself from watching a movie with the family, on the
grounds of having a truck-load of study to catch-up on,
with end-of-term exams looming. More than once she
glanced out of her bedroom window, on the off-chance
the man was again keeping watch maybe from within the
confines of their large garden this time. "Am I
completely crazy after all?" she pondered.
She was no nearer an answer to that question when she
fell asleep an hour or so later.
**
The following school day was memorable for its
strangeness. Her desk was not as she had left it, way
nearer the window and with several text books stacked
up inside she could not recall ever reading. Mr. Cramer
even looked different with a broader smile than she was
accustomed to seeing and somehow with more hair. She
wondered if he had invested in a cheap toupee.
She saw the man twice more once in the distance near
the playing field again and later in the afternoon in
the corridor right by the sports lockers. As before,
whenever she approached, he simply disappeared. She
decided that the only way to handle the situation was
to do nothing whatsoever and allow him to make the next
move...if indeed there was ever to be a next move!
The bus seemed to navigate Dubrack Street at breakneck
speed that afternoon and alighting at her stop she
looked back at the row of seats stretching towards the
rear. Not a school-kid could be seen.
Letting herself in the back door, she walked straight
to the kitchen. To her great surprise both her mom and
dad were seated at the table drinking freshly brewed
coffee.
"Go upstairs sweetheart," her father smiled at her,
"He's waiting for you." Her mother looked up from the
cup she was holding. "Hurry along Mimi, he's come such
a long way to see you."
Placing her backpack on the kitchen table she made her
way to the staircase. The day had been weird enough
already, what was one more little eccentricity?
Pushing open her bedroom door, she could see the man
standing near her work desk. His briefcase was on the
far chair. He smiled at her. "Hello Mimi, we have an
appointment I believe?"
The girl stared uncomprehendingly, yet with a sense of
expectancy.
The man was quite obviously middle aged although
something about him transcended any birth certificate.
He was someone she could trust, maybe even love. It all
just made no sense.
As he discarded his outer coat she was able to study
him for the first time. Of average height and solid
build, he wore clothes that none might call fashionable
though on him they looked right. Clean shaven with
thinning hair that seemed somehow so totally
unimportant, he looked at her through kindly hazel-
colored eyes that put her completely at ease. He was
generations of knowledge and understanding and he had
come for her as deep-down she had always known he
would.
Holding his arms out to her, she was never going to
resist her fate.
Far taller than Mimi, his arms encircled her waist as
he drew her to him. His kiss was both gentle and
passionate. For some reason she felt like crying but
instead just looked up at him, her lips trembling
noticeably, yet eager for more prolonged contact. The
man smiled as with his right hand he caressed her neck
and shoulders, the sensation of his hand running
through her hair both soothing and ultimately arousing.
She felt the blush rising in her cheeks but was
powerless to halt proceedings even had she wanted to.
Fully aware that her breasts must be prominently
displayed in the top she was wearing, she was curiously
lacking any degree of embarrassment, but rather wanting
him to see and admire her feminine birthright.
Her eyes were now closed as the man kissed her deeper.
But for his arms around her, she may not have been able
to remain overly steady on her feet. The hand that had
been caressing the nape of her neck was charting a new
course and having descended past her waist, was now
lightly brushing against the curve of her bottom. As
she felt the man's hand smoothing across both rear
cheeks she gave a small gasp, no male previously having
ever attempted to feel her up in quite so forward a
manner. It felt deliciously sexy.
"Would you like to sit on the bed Mimi?" the man asked,
breaking off from the kiss. Right at that moment she
would have done anything he had asked.
Seating herself demurely on the edge of the bed, her
nervous system was on red-alert. Whatever he was going
to do with her or to her would be an experience to
treasure of that she was certain. She was still
looking up at him standing in front of her when he
lowered both hands, gently cupping either breast as she
sat there. She found it hard to sit still, staring down
her own cleavage as the hands began to squeeze their
chosen prey almost with a deliberate reverence.
"Do you mind me doing this Mimi?" he asked.
She shook her head slowly, trying to come to grips with
what he was doing to her and why she could muster no
resistance. The truth is she had to admit, she wanted
his touch, his intimacy, his whole being. She watched
submissively as he slipped his hands inside her bra,
beginning to caress her breasts and nipples openly.
Again she gave a small sigh, bringing up her own hands
that she held atop his, in the manner almost of a
protective mother.
The man crouched down suddenly, indicating that she
should lie backwards on the bed. She did so, aware now
that he was slipping her shoes off and his hands
beginning now to gently manipulate her feet. Nothing
had ever pleasured her like this and as he progressed
to her ankles and calves she felt an overwhelming
desire to part her legs, quite dismissive of the fact
he would at that angle have been then privy to a wholly
indecent view up between her thighs. As it happened,
the man already was able to see the girl's pink cotton
panties, limited though the view was by virtue of her
tight fitting skirt.
Increasingly aroused, she gave a yelp of surprise as
the man began to take the ultimate liberty pushing
the hem of her short skirt higher. Part of her wanted
to sit up and stop him, another part was wishing he
would undress her totally. What did get a reaction was
his hand intruding on her vaginal airspace. At the
point she felt his fingers stroking the front of her
panties she cried out, "Please - not there, I'm still a
virgin..."
Pulling her back up to a sitting position the man held
her hands.
"The prettiest I ever saw too," he whispered. He was
then silent for a moment. "If you would like me to go
Mimi, I will. It is entirely what you want, not what I
want."
She hadn't thought of her reaction in terms of the man
actually leaving...it was the last thing she wanted.
Lying back down, she then shocked herself by taking
hold of the hem of her skirt and tugging and wriggling
the material up almost to her waist, completely
exposing her panties in the process.
She was due for a further dismantling of her emotions
when the man leaned forward and kissed her flush on her
concealed ingress. The shock waves made her wriggle but
she found herself so wanting him to do it again. By the
third or fourth kiss, one might detect that she was
actually arching her hips upwards to facilitate contact
with his lips.
She had totally given herself over to this new
sensation, when the man began to trace, with his
finger, those moist vaginal lips themselves - through
her panties for their entire length. She was finding
it impossible to lie still as he rubbed her intimately,
the pressure on her clitoris now fully overwhelming.
"Allow me to make a few adjustments here," the man
murmured. The cessation of friction between her legs
momentarily, caused the girl to sigh in disappointment
but this was replaced by sheer surprise as he
maneuvered her on to her tummy whereupon she could feel
him unzipping her crumpled skirt which despite some
token protest, found itself shortly a new home the far
side of the bed. When at his instigation, her top also
yielded up its protective mantle, leaving the girl clad
simply in her bra and panties, the vulnerability of her
situation became crystal-clear.
"You are so beautiful Mimi," she thought she heard him
say. Right then, all she was concentrating on was the
hand sliding over her curvy little bottom and its
partner-in-crime inching its way beneath her arms to
fondle her breasts simultaneously. Brushing the hair
away from her face, she watched his progress, letting
out an unforced "ohhh" as the hand slipped inside
either bra cup to manipulate and tease her rapidly
hardening nipples. Never had she imagined anything
could have aroused her to this extent.
Breathing heavily she simply lay there, allowing the
man to caress at will, the most intimate areas of her
young body. She looked down fascinated as he worked her
breasts free of their padded restraints, leaving them
fully exposed now on the coverlet itself. She felt him
pulling her panties down slowly but far from resisting,
began wriggling her bottom provocatively in the
knowledge of how this must appear at close-range to her
abuser-come-lately. His hand now sliding across her
naked butt was arousing her unbearably and she had no
hesitation when it came to spreading her legs
teasingly, replete in the knowledge that he could now
see clearly that which he had up to this moment, only
felt.
Her whole body jerked involuntarily as the man's
fingers intruded gently between the moist folds.
Trespassing where none had ever had the opportunity to
enter, moisture seeped out from the girl's now fully-
displayed slit, lubricating the invaders. As his index
finger slipped inside her she could not prevent an
audible cry from escaping her lips. This was nothing
close to what she had ever imagined, being so much more
intense.
At the point the man located her clitoral nub she found
herself gripping the bed covers, her hips unable to
remain passive bystanders. Teasing then that girlish
attribute, she could see plainly the effect it was
having on her nipples alone both having become so
erect it made her gasp. As the girl's respiratory rate
increased two-fold, the man began to increase the
pressure, his finger now a veritable buzz-saw.
"Come for me Mimi, don't be embarrassed," he
whispered.
Unaware of the extent to which her legs had parted the
last few minutes, all she knew was that she would
probably lose consciousness if this feeling kept up.
She was spared from any such eventuality not a minute
later however, when her entire lower body was engulfed
by an orgasmic release of hitherto un-experienced
grandeur. As waves of pleasured finality radiated
outwards she could feel even her nipples tingling from
the fallout. Fully subconsciously, she reached down
between her legs and cupped her somewhat wet pussy
protectively now that the inbound fingers had retreated
to neutral territory.
She was aware of the man alongside her, idly caressing
her bare bottom as she gradually recovered her senses.
She wasn't expecting quite what followed.
Two strong hands gripped her around the waist and were
hauling her up to a kneeling position.
"What are you doing?" she asked tremulously, suddenly
made re-aware of her total nudity and absolute
vulnerability.
"Something you have thought about for a long time
Mimi," he replied. "Something all school-girls want
answered from their early teen years. I am going to
show you exactly what it feels like to have a man make
love to you."
What should by rights have instigated blind panic in
the girl caused merely a hot flush of expectancy.
"You mean you're going to fuck me?" she whispered.
"No sweetheart," he replied "I want to make love to
you. Same physical meaning but they are poles apart
emotionally. One is quickly over, the other will stay
with you all your life.
"But...I'm still..."
"A virgin? Yes, I know that Mimi," he interjected "It's
my point exactly! In a perfect world, one does not
"fuck" virgins, one loves them for the beautiful
creations that they are. Making love to a girl in all
its purity, actually preserves that wonderment and
respect. The act itself, far from taking something away
bequeaths both admiration and recognition of their
birthright. Sixteen is a beautiful age one when you
suddenly find yourself a mere footstep away from the
bridge linking you to your own sexual destiny.
Nevertheless Mimi this has to be your decision when all
is said and done. Any doubts and I want you to get
dressed right now sweetheart."
She knew of course - her mind was already made up. It
had been when she closed her bedroom door behind her.
Hardly in need of further arousal, she nevertheless
gasped in surprise when the man once again began
fingering her vaginal orifice. She would have been
surprised though, could she have seen the extent to
which she thrust her shapely rear cheeks skywards to
facilitate his access. She was also guilty of several
pleasured sighs when his other hand reached around
beneath her and began groping gently her taut young
breasts as they jutted out proudly from her slim chest.
Nothing however quite prepared her for the first
intrusion of the man's erection into that well-guarded
vaginal domain. Gasps turned to audible cries of
discomfort as he took his time to penetrate that un-
travelled pathway. Holding her tightly around the hips
and aligning himself such that she might feel the least
pain, the man entered her with unforced deliberation.
Just the one cry and he was fully inside.
Mimi's body was in turmoil. The pain of her departing
hymen was being rapidly offset by escalating sensations
of incalculable pleasure as the man penetrated her. She
felt "filled" to the brim, yet in need of even further
perpetrated indecencies. Quite incredibly she wanted
him to suckle her breasts inexplicably and in fact
began to knead them herself even as he continued to
slide deep inside her. Functioning quite on automated
reflex she found herself pushing backwards with her
bottom, trying to synchronize with his thrusting
movements.
Any observer might have noted the tiny beads of sweat
forming on her hips and forehead. Her long blonde hair
swirled around her face as the man's rhythm brought her
to a new plateau of enjoyment. Completely absorbed with
what he was doing, she cried out for him shamelessly to
come inside her. Fully submissive now, she never wanted
this pleasure to end.
At the point it did however - at the precise moment he
began spraying her vaginal walls internally - she
collapsed face-forward on to the covers, fully
expended. Turning over on to her back she retrieved the
nearest pillow for some much needed security, holding
it strategically lengthways atop her.
"Who are you?" she asked earnestly.
"You know who I am," came the reply, "You ALWAYS knew!"
Even as he spoke, the outlines of the man wavered
around the edges and in less than three seconds she was
alone.
"Please don't go," she begged. Holding her arms out
forlornly to nothing now but a recent memory, she began
to cry. Her whole body in fact was shaking!
**
"Mimi," her mother cried anxiously, still pulling her
daughter's arm as she slowly opened her eyes. "What's
the matter darling? You've been crying in your sleep
and you have to get ready for school in just over
twenty minutes!"
© Peter_Pan 2008
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