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A While Ago, When I Was Young
by Rodger-The-Dodger (address withheld)

***

Young girl plays hard to get her boyfriend, but her 
boss "gets" her first and gets her ready for him. (M/f-
teen, ped, 1st, reluc, voy)

***

My first serious boyfriend got me into enjoying sexual 
things. Before him it was talk and more talk, he made 
it real, the first time he kissed me his hand went up 
my skirt, I pushed him away, of course, it was what I 
had to do. A natural reaction, so he didn't do it 
again. Until later that evening, on the way home.
I was resting on his shoulder. We were driving along 
and came to a stop, his hand went to my bare leg and 
this time I let him. We were almost home, nothing would 
happen.

He pulled over and parked and kissed me hard, pulling 
me against the steering wheel. I was pinned between the 
wheel and him, my mouth in a kiss, he stuck his tongue 
inside, it was a delicious hot thing in my mouth, 
tasting of the Pepsi we had at the restaurant, I had 
Dr. Pepper, wondered if the flavors blended, I sucked 
on him and his hand was on me again.

I couldn't move away being stuck between a wheel and 
his warm body and his hand explored, then his fingers, 
I was playing hard to get but he got me and got in me 
and I squirmed away, red in face, short of breath, and 
hot in head. 

"I'm not that kind of girl," I said. "I want to wait." 

And he drove me home. 

I went straight to bed but didn't sleep, feeling 
myself, amazed at my body, so slippery, pushed away my 
own hand, as I had his, hoping he wasn't mad and would 
feel me again. I had played hard to get. Now I was 
ready to be gotten! He called the next day. He was 
sorry, he said. It won't happen again, he said, and he 
wanted to see me again, the next weekend, "Well, all 
right," I was excited.

Next weekend was very slow in coming. Despite school 
and an after school job, many hours passed before my 
Friday night, We went to a movie and he kissed me good 
night, I had wanted more. I wanted him to explore my 
feelings but he just took me home. It was for someone 
else to help me: At my after school job: my boss, the 
chemist. 

He was too old for me. I knew that. He wasn't handsome 
or a stud, no, he was just my boss. I worked on 
Saturday and he asked me to help with inventory that 
night. I got paid by the hour and wanted extra time and 
was delighted to spend more time at the shop. My boss 
put out the "closing" sign and we began inventory.

Little did he know, but in my mind I was really sexy. I 
had a full shape even at that age. My boyfriend said I 
was the sexiest girl in class, and he should know being 
that he looked at girls all the time! I started wearing 
more sexy clothes, shorter skirts, didn't button my 
blouse all the way up, ankle socks and sometimes no 
knickers, like this "inventory" night. 

I liked the feeling of secretly being naked underneath, 
a kind a cat and mouse thing, I was the mouse and the 
cats were the rest of the world not knowing my little 
secret. Would they catch me? Up a ladder counting 
inventory along the chemist's shelves soon revealed my 
secret. My boss's eyes got big, his face got red, and 
he got really nice as he looked up at me counting the 
bottles and things, helping me up the ladder and down. 

He was touching outside my skirt, against my bottom 
each time I climbed to count. His hands felt nice and I 
knew why his face was red.

"I locked the door," he said. I nodded. Of course he 
locked it. The store was closed, wasn't it? It was 
January and there was little light. In fact it was dark 
and people were home. Both his hands helped me down 
this time. He took me to the back room for more 
"inventory" of items that weren't often used. 

I climbed up one step, he held my hand, "You're very 
pretty," said this cat with a mouse in sight! Or was he 
the daddy mouse and I was his little pussy? I climbed 
another step and his hand was on my leg. "I don't want 
you to fall, honey," he said. He had never called me 
that before. 

I looked to the front door. It was out of sight. He had 
drawn the curtains of the back room. His hand was up my 
leg to my crotch, massaging me to the top step. Now I 
was afraid to come down the ladder. It was like I was 
sitting on his hand. What a hot hand he had, or was it 
me, hot on his hand? It didn't take long, we were both 
hot!

"I've got a camera," he said. "A Polaroid. You can see 
the pictures right away. Stay right there." 

I heard him fumbling and then saw a flash of light. I 
looked down at the film he was holding as the photo 
came into view. My legs and skirt and... Oh, my little 
butt and hairy pussy. He was right. I was pretty, and 
sexy, too. "Let me take another," he said. "This time 
spread your legs a little." 

"No," I said, shaking my head. "We shouldn't be doing 
this." 

"Don't say that you little slut," he said. "You're a 
pretty girl. Up a ladder showing me your naked cunt," 
he said. That word, "cunt," was electric. 

My cunt was a private thing and I only called it that 
with one or two girlfriends. My boyfriend had felt it, 
but only once, and here was this man talking about it, 
Suddenly my knees went weak and I stepped down, he was 
holding me as I came down, lifting my skirt to my 
waist, I was bare to my waist and this older man was 
feeling my butt and my front and lifting my hairs, 
stretching my little cunt, the skin tightened, it was 
all dark, and quiet and sexy, these hot strange hands 
all over my front and back. 

"Sit on the chair," he demanded. 

So I sat.

"I'm taking another picture, feel yourself." 

I put my hands down to protect my cunt from his prying 
eyes and his fucking camera! Why that word came to mind 
I don't know, maybe I felt he would try to fuck me, but 
he was a photographer, a voyeur, and he took more 
pictures, I was into it and spread my cunt lips for the 
lens, rubbed my cunt lips as directed, and I came for 
him to see and photograph. It was a sexy scene, just a 
little fingering and I was hot and finished, the photo 
showed me puffy and wet.

Then he went to his knees, to get a better look, he 
said, but he didn't have eyes in his tongue which was 
what was checking me out and I came again. all over his 
mouth. His ears were hot, too, as I held him into me, 
wouldn't release him as he kept at me, it was a 
glorious, beautiful thing he did to my body, "I've made 
you a woman, tonight," he whispered as I came on him 
and he licked me clean. I wanted him to do it again. It 
was the best thing in my life that night at the chemist 
shop.

Later he showed me the photographs when we took 
"inventory" again and I couldn't help getting hot, and 
getting licked, and having that "coming" state of mind. 
I wanted my boyfriend to do it to me and was desperate 
how to get him to do it. My boss kept "our" photos in a 
box under his desk in the back room.

I took out a few and hid them under my blouse on the 
way out one night, he wouldn't miss them, and I showed 
them to my boyfriend. He was shocked and I realized I 
had made a serious mistake, up to that point. He was 
shocked but also fascinated. 

He couldn't believe I'd do that and let an old man take 
pictures up my skirt, [I didn't show him the really 
good ones!], I could see he was excited by looking at 
me in photos, that happens to boys, you know. I didn't 
tell him everything the chemist had done, I still had 
some secrets. I was shy and wanted my boyfriend to lick 
my cunt.

"I want to see you for real," he said.

"No," I said.

"Why not?" he asked.

"Because I'm not that kind of girl." 

He looked me in the eyes and then kissed me, his hand 
very assertive. "If you love me," he said. "Let me see 
your pretty hairy cunt." 

There was that word again. My private word, when he 
said it, and I knew he loved me, it made me hot all 
over, and then he pushed me back on the car seat. 
Pushing my legs apart he reached under my skirt. "I 
love you," he said.

I resisted but not a lot and his hands went all the way 
up, "Kiss me," I said and he did. "Not there," I said. 

He took the hint and went under my skirt like it was 
nothing, like it was the natural thing, like it is, and 
his tongue was all over me, licking me up, licking me 
all up, I shook at the waist and my fingers urging his 
face into me, "Ooh, Ahh," I gasped for breath. 

He was better than the chemist. He had a skinny little 
fucking tongue and fucked me with it, I was bucking at 
the hip, his hands were at my waist and then left me, I 
heard him unbuckle and he kissed me on the mouth, It 
was my first taste of myself, his lips were all wet 
with me and we were slobbering on each other when he 
poked at my cunt, his hands were at me with a warm 
pricking with what he held in his hands.

Then he was around my waist and pushing in me. There 
wasn't room on the seat and I was half on, half off, he 
lifted me at my waist and darted into my cunt, he was 
sharp and cutting and hurting and then was inside me. 
My cunt adjusted, he paused, waiting, I opened my eyes 
and looked in his, we were alone and in the dark and I 
felt filled. Our hairs were rubbing, getting wet, and 
he began fucking me. Now my hands were around him, 
feeling his butt and his balls were hitting my butt.

It was funny; I didn't feel much except friction. Was 
this all there was? Then the churning and poking and 
our wet bodies, there, and the dark night came alive 
and it was all sex and cock and cunt and feelings rose 
and fell in me, his mouth at mine, no Pepsi flavors, 
just a swirling tongue and a plunging cock and I came 
to a dream where my mind was somewhere else, my breath 
was gone, my flesh melting and the pounding and I 
relaxed to the pounding, it was a swirl and I had 
goosebumps and shivers and my legs held him. 

My body and soul, boiling up. I came on him, churning, 
came on him more, his head hot on my chest as he fucked 
into me, again, and hit me hard, I came on his thick 
cock, thinking scenes of the chemist at my waist, 
except this was more and more like another place, then 
he slowed and rested on me, waist to waist, cunt hair 
to cock hair. Daddy cat had found his pussy.

Finally, I caught my breath, we straightened our 
clothes. I was taking my pictures back to the Boss's 
desk, hoping he would take more of me. I was sure he 
would.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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