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Next Door Neighbor (M/f, M/F, M/f/f, f/f, F/f, M/F/f/f, anal, oral, cons,
inc)

by Dorsai

LEGAL DISBLAMER

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INFORMATION

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

This story was initially started in the early 90's as my first try at
erotica. Through a variety of misfortunes, I wasn't able to finish the
story at the time, and even lost what I'd already written. After a request
on alt.sex.stories, several readers there were kind enough to forward what
I'd written to me, so I could have a try at finishing it. If you enjoy
this story, it is those kind readers that you should thank first -
preferably by posting whatever stories _you_ might have, so as to push the
spam off the newsgroup.

I also want to mention that there is absolutely, positively NO
relationship between this story, and the others I've written. There is,
unfortunately, some overlap in character names. Had I known I would be
writing the Jan series AND finishing this one up, I'd have changed one or
the other of them.

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Thank you.

Dorsai

Next Door Neighbor

Part One

It started out just a few weeks after I moved into my new apartment -
working from home, I get the chance to learn a little more about my
neighbors than usual. For example, it was only a week or so before I met
my next-door neighbor, and learned that she was divorced, and had a
12-year-old daughter, plus two sons, 7 and 3 years old. I'd seen the kids,
of course, but was happy learn that the young vixen I'd seen around the
complex lived so close - and that her name was Robyn. I knew the girl was
young, but I frequently saw her walking around in VERY tight jeans (her ass
was a _little_ large for her size, but nice and firm) and snug shirts (snug
enough to show that she had orange-size breasts); she had a very pretty
face with medium-length dark, curly hair. Even though I knew not to even
get close to her, I still couldn't help but think about jumping her sexy
little body.

After that first conversation, I'd continue to chat a little with her
mother whenever we saw each other outside. One time, she mentioned that
Robyn had a report to write, and she needed to do an extra-good job with it
so as to bring her grades up a bit. I offered to let Robyn use my computer
and word processor, and print the report out on my laser printer - I was
pretty much caught up with my work, and wouldn't need to be doing anything
while Robyn did her report. Her mother agreed that it was okay with her,
and said that when Robyn came home, she'd ask if she wanted to use the
computer.

About 6:30 that night, Robyn knocked on my door, and asked if my offer
to let her use the computer was still good. I said that it was, invited
her in, and got her seated at the computer desk in the living room. I got
the computer fired up and the word processor loaded, and showed her the
most basic commands, like cut-and-paste. I then told her that I'd be right
there in the living room reading a book, and that if she had any problems
or questions, not to hesitate to ask me. She agreed, and I left her there
while I went over and started back in on my book. After a few minutes, she
said that she was thirsty, and asked if I had anything to drink; when I ran
down the options, she said she'd like a Coke, so I got her one, and went
back to my book. A couple hours later, she'd finished her report, so I
showed her how to use the spell checker, and then the grammar checker.
When she'd corrected the problems these had found, I showed her how to
print out her report, which she did. After she'd gone over the report
printout, she asked me a few questions about the computer, then said that
she had to get home because the next day was a school day. I said "fine",
and shut down the computer as she collected her things, before opening the
door for her to leave.

The next day, her mother stopped by for a few minutes to thank me for
letting Robyn use the computer. I told her it really wasn't any problem,
and that if Robyn needed to do anything like that again, I'd be glad to let
her use the computer again, assuming I wasn't too far behind on _my_
schedule. She thanked me, and admitted to me that she'd been a little
worried about letting Robyn go inside my apartment alone; but that Robyn
had told her what I had done and said, and that she was comfortable with
letting Robyn visit me.

A few days later, it was raining (as my grandmother used to say) "like a
cow pissing on a flat rock", and I saw that Robyn was soaking wet and
sitting outside her apartment door. I stuck my head out, and asked her why
she didn't go inside, and was told that she'd forgotten her key, and the
apartment manager wasn't in for her to get a spare. I told her that she
could come into my apartment to dry off and get warm, if she wanted. She
thought about it for a second, and then agreed. When she got inside, I had
her wait for a bit just inside the door, while I went and got a large bath
towel, which I wrapped around her. I had her take off her wet sneakers and
socks, gave her a pair of my athletic socks (which fit her like socks on a
chicken), and told her that she could go into the bathroom and use the
towels there to dry off and get some of the rain out of her clothing. She
seemed a bit hesitant, but I told her that it was okay, that I'd still be
in the living room working on the computer - and the bathroom door locked,
anyway. She smiled at that, and off she went into the bathroom. After
about 15 minutes, she came back out, with her clothes appreciably dryer
than before. She also had a couple of towels in one hand, and asked me
what she should do with them - I took them from her, and dropped them into
the laundry hamper. When I got back into the living room, I noticed that
she had some things in her other hand, and when I asked if she wanted to
put them somewhere to dry, she blushed furiously - only then did I realize
that they were her bra and panties. She was still a bit damp, and just
standing there, so I went and got her another towel, laid it on a chair,
and told her to go ahead and sit down. Then, I went into the kitchen and
started some water for tea. While waiting for the water to boil, I went
back in and told her that if she wanted to watch some tv or listen to the
stereo, she could, but that she'd have to keep the sound down so I could
finish up my work on the computer. She agreed, and I gave her the remote
for the TV; she quickly found some afternoon cartoons which we both watched
and laughed at until the tea kettle started whistling. I made us both some
tea, brought her a cup, and then took mine over to drink while I finished
my work. While I was working, she was very careful to keep the sound down,
even muting the tv when commercials came on.

After an hour or so, she came over to see what I was doing; and when she
walked up next to me I turned to see what she wanted, and was greeted by
the sight of her still-damp shirt clinging to her breasts - and her hard,
dark nipples peeking through the material. I instantly started to get
hard, and it was a few moments before I was able to tear my eyes away from
her chest and look at her face. She obviously noticed where I'd been
looking, because she blushed a little and then pushed her chest out a
little more - which pulled my eyes right back down! I enjoyed the view for
a few seconds, then looked back into her eyes, and asked her "What's goin'
on?". She said that she'd just come over to see what I was working on, and
try to learn a little bit about what I did on the computer. I told her
that I was a free-lance programmer, and that most of what I did would
probably seem pretty boring. She asked me what it was like working for
myself, and I told her that it wasn't as much fun as she might think, but
that I enjoyed being able to shuffle my schedule around to suit myself, and
not having to answer to a boss anywhere near as often. She laughed a
little bit, and asked if she could watch me as I worked. I said it was OK
with me, but cautioned her against interrupting me. She agreed, and pulled
a chair up so that she could see what I was doing, but not be in the way. I
went back to work, and really never noticed she was there except for a
couple times when she got up to put her teacup in the kitchen, and when she
went to get rid of the tea she'd drank.

An hour or so later, we heard her mother come home, so she thanked me
for letting her get warm and dry off, and I told her it was no problem. She
went back to her apartment, and a few minutes later, her mother came over
to thank me for letting Robyn get in out of the rain. She said that when
she'd seen Robyn wearing only her shirt and carrying her bra and panties,
she'd started to panic a bit, but when Robyn told her where she'd been and
what I'd done (and more importantly, NOT done), she felt better about it. I
told her that it wasn't any problem, and that if I had any kids in the same
situation, I'd trust her to do the same. That seemed to

reassure her some more, so she thanked me again, and left. Over the next
few weeks, we had several more rainstorms, and sometimes Robyn would forget
her key, and I'd let her in my apartment while she waited for her mother to
get home. A couple of times, Robyn would be drenched again, and I'd send
her into the bathroom to dry herself off and get some of the water out of
her clothes. It seemed that every time I did that, she'd come out of the
bathroom, and make it a point to let me see that she wasn't wearing a bra,
and how her nipples stuck out from her shirt. I'd look, of course, but
never said anything, and didn't try to grab her or touch her in any way.
When I was caught up on my project, I'd sit and talk to her, usually
explaining different things about the computer or technology, or answering
questions she had about different things. The things that she'd want to
talk about would range from little-girl-ish to fairly mature woman.
Gradually, as she got to trust me more and more, and understood that I
wasn't going to tell her mother anything she said to me, she'd discuss
things with me that were distinctly personal.

Finally, one afternoon, she had stopped by just to visit, and while we
were talking, she brought up the subject of sex. She'd kind of hinted
around it before, and I'd always respond to her comments or questions
honestly, but politely (not using 'slang' terms for different things).
This time was different though - she told me straight out that although her
mother had told her a little "about the birds and bees - UGH!", she really
didn't understand what it was all about. I asked her what she meant, and
she said that she understood the physical part of it about how babies were
made and so on, but didn't really know what to think about "well, the rest
of it - you know!". I asked her if there was something she was bothered
about, or wanted to know, and after a few seconds of "um" and "uh", she
finally came out and told me that one of the boys at school "he's SOOOOOO
cute!" was trying to get her to go out with him, and be his girlfriend -
and that he was pressuring her to have sex with him. I asked her what
about his other girlfriends, and she said that he'd had several different
girlfriends, but that he'd broken up with all of them. I asked her why
he'd broken up with so many girlfriends, and she said that she didn't
really know. I suggested that she find out, and then decide. She asked me
why, and I told her that it sounded to me as though all he was really after
was to have sex with her - that it sounded as though he was "collecting
cherries". She asked what I meant, and I told her that there were some
boys that enjoyed making out with a lot of different girls, and even being
the one to have sex with them the first time, but that once they'd gotten a
girl in bed, they'd lose interest in her, and go out to find another one.
Then, Robyn admitted that she'd heard some rumors that some of the other
girls had gone to bed with this boy, too, but that others had refused. So
I told her that it might be interesting to find out when he'd broken up
with the girls that were rumored to have gone to bed with him. She thought
about that for a minute, and said "Yeah - you're right." Then she asked me
if I thought she was wrong for thinking about having sex with the boy. I
told her that I only thought it was wrong to have sex with someone because
you thought you HAD to, not because you WANTED to. She asked what I meant,
and I simply said "If you make love or have sex with someone because you
think you HAVE to for some reason, then yes, I think that's bad. Not
because sex is bad, but because the REASONS are bad. If you're doing it
because you WANT to, then enjoy yourself, and be smart enough not to get
pregnant." She admitted that she did want to experience sex, but that she
wasn't sure that she wanted it to be with this particular boy, and that she
was also a little afraid because she'd heard that it would hurt the first
time - hurt a LOT. I told her that if she was the least bit unsure about
whether she wanted to have sex or make love with someone, then it was a
pretty good indication that she probably shouldn't; and that depending on
the girl, the first sexual experience didn't have to hurt at all, and
certainly

didn't have to hurt a LOT. She asked me why, and I explained to her
that if the boy and girl were careful and gentle with each other, then the
girl wouldn't be so afraid, and that going slowly and carefully with each
other would mean that the amount of pain would be kept to a minimum. I
asked her if she'd ever gotten shots at the doctor's; she said of course
she had, and asked why. In reply, I asked if all the shots had hurt. She
said "No". I asked her if the shots that she'd heard would hurt were the
ones that seemed to hurt the most, and after she thought about it for a
moment, agreed that was so. She thought about it a little more, and said
"I understand - being afraid of something makes it harder to do, and if you
have a chance to think about it, and do it when you're ready, it's easier."
I told her that was right, and that seemed to relieve some of her fears.
We chatted a couple more minutes, and then she went back to her apartment.

A couple days later, it was raining cats and dogs again, and Robyn came
to my apartment again - thoroughly drenched from her trip home from school.
I gave her a towel, and sent her into the bathroom, as usual. When she came
out, she kind of pranced over to me (her tits jiggling under her T-shirt),
and surprised me by handing me her bra and panties, asking me if I could
put them someplace where they'd dry. I looked at her, raised an eyebrow to
let her know I knew she was up to something, and put her things on a towel
rack in the bathroom. When I got back to the living room, she asked me if
I was busy - I wasn't, so I told her so, and sat down on the couch across
from the chair she was in.

She asked me "You remember that boy I told you about before?", and when
I said that I did, the told me that she'd asked some of his former
girlfriends, and found out that he'd broken up with them shortly after
getting them to have sex with him. She also said that he'd broken up with
the girls that had refused to make out or have sex with him when they had
made it clear that they *wouldn't* do what he wanted. I said "Well, it
sounds like you made a pretty good choice, then", and she blushed a bit,
and said that I had helped by talking to her about what she was thinking
and feeling, and getting it straight in her mind. I told her I was glad to
be able to help, and she said that she was really grateful that I hadn't
told her mother about any of the things that she'd said to me - she just
KNEW that her mother would never understand.

The whole time we were talking, she kept wiggling around in the chair,
and pulling on the hem of her T-shirt, pressing it against her breasts, and
making her nipples show through it even more clearly. I knew she was up to
something, but it still took me by surprise when she blurted out "Do you
think I have nice tits?". I had always been honest with her, so I didn't
figure I could do anything else except to answer her by saying "Yes, I
do.", and teasing her a little, adding "You've shown them to me through
your wet shirts enough!" She giggled a little, and said "I think they're
too small, though. And my nipples are always so HARD! What do you
think?", and pulled her T-shirt even tighter, pressing her breasts against
her chest, making her nipples show even better through the wet material. I
responded by saying "From where I sit, they look just fine - they're the
right size for YOU, and most men think hard nipples are sexy." With that,
she stood up, walked over to me, and said "From where you sit isn't a very
good view - ", and pulled her T-shirt completely off - leaving me with a
close-up look at a pair of the smoothest, firmest, most nicely-shaped tits I'd seen in a LONG time. I started to get hard (again), and she asked me
"Do you like the view now?", and I had to admit to her that I sure did!
She asked me "Do you want to touch them and play with them?", and I had to
tell her "I sure do - but I can get into a LOT of BIG-TIME trouble for it;
hell, I could go to jail just for _looking_!".

She pouted a bit, and said "I'm not going to tell anybody - I *want* you
to touch them!". I told her that if her mother ever found out about what
she was doing there with me, she'd never get within a hundred feet of
another boy, and that I'd be put in jail so fast it would be 3 weeks before
I found out where I was. After I said that, she just replied "then we'd
better be careful then, huh?", and moved even closer, so that her breasts were right in front of me. She leaned over a bit, and swung her leg over,
so that she was sitting on my lap, facing me; then leaned forward so that
her breasts were right in my face, teasing my lips with her nipples. Right
then and there, what little bit of restraint I had left turned to so much
dust, and I gently sucked one of her nipples into my mouth as I brought my
hands up and started caressing and squeezing her breasts. She moaned deep
in her throat, and reached behind me, pulling my head even closer. As I
continued to lick and suck on her nipple, I gradually moved my hands, so
that I was caressing not only her breasts, but her sides and belly and
hips, too. By this time, I was as hard as stone, and she had to be able to
feel my penis pressing against her crotch - but she didn't move away.
After a minute or two, she twisted a little, so that I would repeat what
I'd been doing on her other breast; and when I'd given that one equal time,
I started switching back and forth between them - first one breast and
nipple, then the other, all the while continuing to caress her sides and
belly and hips. As she got more and more aroused, I could start to smell
her juices, and she started rubbing her crotch against my erection, making
both of us even hornier. Just when I thought I was going to explode, she
suddenly pulled away from me, and stood up. She quickly undid her jeans,
and pulled them down, leaving me with a view of her crotch. It was
sparsely covered with fine, black hair, so that it looked like her slit was
hiding behind a dark fog - enough to make things interesting, but not
enough to hide the view of her wet, puffy vaginal lips and erect clitoris.
She stood there for a few moments, letting me look at her, knowing that I
was getting even more excited by it, and she enjoying the fact that I found
her so sexy.

Finally, though, she stepped forward again, and dropped to her knees, so
that she could reach forward and start to undo my pants.

She got as far as unfastening my belt buckle before Good Sense reared
it's ugly head, and I grabbed her hands, saying "We can stop here, and now,
and there won't be any harm done to _either_ of us". She just smiled at
me, pulled her hands away, and continued where she'd left off. In just a
few moments, she had my pants unfastened, and the zipper down, and was
trying to remove my pants. I stood up, and she quickly pulled my pants
down around my ankles, leaving me standing there in my shirt and underwear,
my obvious throbbing erection just inches from her face. She leaned
forward a bit, and rubbed her face against my erection, sniffing deeply at
the wet spot on the front of my underwear from my pre-cum. She raised one
hand, and cupped my balls in it while she slid the other hand under the leg
band of my shorts, and used her fingertips to brush through my pubic hair
and slowly stroke my erection. After a few moments, she removed her hands,
reached up, and pulled my shorts down to my ankles, too; as my erection
sprang free, it grazed her cheek, and came to rest on her lips. With a
mischievous look up at me, she stuck her tongue out, and ever so slowly
licked the underside of my penis from my balls to the tip.

By the time she got to the tip, I thought I couldn't stand any more, and
damn near blew my load all over her lovely face. She took the head of my
penis in her mouth for a few seconds, as though to get the taste of it,
then gave it a quick kiss. She stood up, and gently pushed on my chest, to
get me to sit back down on the couch again. When I was sitting again, she
raised her leg again, and set herself back down on my lap, but this time,
with her snatch pressing my hardon against my belly.

I reached up and started caressing her breasts, teasing them until her
areolas stood up like little volcanoes with her nipples standing up like
small dark marbles. As she started rubbing her clitoris against my penis,
and using the stream of fluids coming out of her vagina for lubrication,
she reached forward and undid the buttons on my shirt, and reached in to
start caressing my chest and shoulders. We kept going like that for
several minutes, with me gently pinching her nipples and squeezing her
breasts while she caressed my chest and rubbed her wet slit and erect
clitoris against my erection. I could tell that she was as excited as
she'd ever been, and she leaned forward to give me a kiss - surprising me
again by opening her mouth and tickling my lips with her tongue until I
opened my mouth, too. We sat there like that for several minutes, tongues
dueling, her rubbing herself against my erection faster and faster - but as
the time went by, I could hear her start to make little noises of
frustration. I pushed her back a little bit, so that I could see her face,
and looked at her with a questioning look on my face. She could only mutter
"can't......quite.......get.......there..... need......*more*!" as she
continued to slide her vagina and clitoris against me.

I shrugged off my shirt, pulled her against me, and stood up. With a
secure grip on her, I stepped out of my pants and underwear, and carried
her, still rubbing against me, into the bedroom. I laid her down on the
bed, and when she realized that she was under me, with my penis pressing
against her vagina, she suddenly tensed up, and said "No - I don't think
I'm ready for that yet!". With all the will power I could muster, I said
that I understood, and said that there was another way for her to get some
relief without my actually entering her. She looked relieved, and then
quickly asked "How?! Never mind - let's do it! I can't *stand* this any
more!".

I moved around so that I was facing her feet, laid down, and then pulled
her over on top of me, in the classic "69" position. She seemed to get the
idea quickly, and spread her legs even more, giving me free access

to her crotch. With infinite slowness and care, I stuck my tongue out,
and gently licked the outside of her vagina, from her clitoris back toward
her little pink rosebud. She gave out a little gasp, and said "Yes! That's
it! More!". I did it again, only this time, narrowing my tongue, and
dipping it a little ways into her vagina, so that I could collect some of
her nectar - slippery, sweet, and slightly musky. As my tongue moved
inside her slightly, she spread her legs even more, giving me free access
to her. I continued to lick her that way, sometimes pausing to tongue-fuck
her tight little vagina, other times, stopping to softly suck on her
clitoris or vaginal lips. That quickly got her back to being as aroused as
she'd been before, and her juices were flowing freely onto my tongue and
face, making it easier for me to keep her clitoris lubricated as I focused
on it more and more. While I was doing all that I could to get her as
excited as possible, she got the idea of returning the favor, and started
licking and mouthing my erect cock. At first, all she would do was to lick
it, first lengthwise from near my balls to the tip, and then from
side-to-side around it, but as she got more and more aroused, she started
licking my balls, too, and taking the head of my penis into her mouth.
When she realized the response she got from me when she did that, she soon
gave up on everything else, and concentrated on keeping me in her mouth -
moving her head up and down, fucking my penis with it, or keeping her mouth
still, and using her tongue to lick the underside.

Finally, though, we'd each had as much as we could stand. I felt my
balls tighten up, and warned her that I was about to come; I thought she'd
pull her mouth away, but she didn't. Instead, when my first wad of cum emptied into her mouth, she just pulled her head back so that just the head
of my penis was in her mouth, and let me continue to shoot spurt after
spurt of cum into her mouth, swallowing it. When I felt the last spasm, I
returned to what I'd been doing - gently rubbing her clitoris with my
tongue, while I felt her take my penis back into her mouth and start to
suck and lick the cum off it. While she was doing that, I continued to
lick her clitoris, but moved one hand up so that I could collect some of
her juices on it before starting to work it inside her vagina. When I
started doing that, she released my penis from her mouth and arched her
back, making it easier for me to work my finger into her tight, wet slit. I
finally got my finger all the way inside her, and then started twisting it
around in her, to get it as wet as possible. Then I pulled it almost all
the way out, and slowly pushed it back in again - enjoying the sight as her
slippery vaginal lips seemed to hold onto it as it penetrated her, and how
her vagina held onto my wet finger as I pulled it back out again. I could
feel her hymen as I put my finger inside her, but it didn't seem to
completely block her; I could readily slide past it. She seemed to really
enjoy that, along with the tongue-lashing I was giving her clitoris, and it
wasn't too long before I could feel her tense up over me; and as she gasped
out her climax, I could feel her vaginal muscles clamping down on my
finger, and taste the juices as they fairly flowed out of her. After she
reached the peak of her climax, I pulled my finger out of her vagina, and
as she slowly spasmed down, I gently pressed against her anus with it at
the same time I was pressing her clitoris with my tongue - and each time I
did that, it set off another mini-climax for her.

After a couple of minutes for us to catch our breath, she raised herself
up a little, and turned around, so that she was laying on top of me - her
breasts and hard nipples pressing into my chest, her spread legs letting
her vagina drip it's nectar onto my penis and pubic hair. She looked up at
me, and I asked her "Feel better, now?", and she put her head back down and
started giggling into my neck. When she'd caught her breath again, she
slid herself up a bit more, so that she could kiss me, and said "I feel
*much* better, thank you. And thank you for not 'pushing' things". I
smiled at her, and told her "It was _my_ pleasure, I assure you!", which
sent her into another fit of giggles into my neck. She finally raised
herself back up again, so that she was kneeling over my waist, and I pulled
the two of us up toward the headboard of the bed, so that I could lean back
and look at the way her breasts swayed as she breathed, and her nipples
stood out, and her vaginal lips pouted. She smiled at me, and asked "Is
that what sex is all about?", and I told her "That's what _making love_ is
all about". She looked confused, and asked me what the difference was, so
I told her that, to me, "Sex only uses body parts. Making love uses the
heart and mind, too." She thought about it for a bit, and then nodded her
head, understanding what I'd said.

About that time, the clock chimed, and made us both realize that her
mother would be getting home in about half an hour - and that her mother might not be so understanding if her little girl came home smelling of sex.
We went in and took a nice, warm shower together (slippery, clean fun)
before getting dressed again (this time, she put on her bra and panties).
As she was leaving, I gave her a little pat on the bottom, and told her to
take good care of herself.....

Part Two

For the next few days, Robyn pretty much stayed away. Not that we
didn't see each other, but rather that she simply didn't actually stop in
and visit. Instead, whenever we saw each other, she'd give me one of those
Mona Lisa type of smiles - letting me know that she'd enjoyed her last
visit. Too, as the days went by, the weather changed, bringing much warmer
temperatures; and I noticed (!!) that Robyn had stopped wearing a bra.

Finally, though, she did stop by again, after she got home from school.
When I opened the door for her, she told me, in a loud voice, "Look! I got
an 'A+' on the paper I did on your computer!" before coming in. When I
closed the door, and turned around, she plastered herself against me,
pressing her braless breasts and nipples into my chest. When I started to
get hard, she could feel it, and started rubbing her crotch against my
erection - helping it along, considerably. Finally, though, she let go of
me, and went over to sit in 'her' chair. I sat on the couch, and told her
that I was glad that she'd done well on her report, and asked her how
things had been going for her the last couple of days. She gave me a
cat-that-ate-the-canary smile, and said that things had been just fine -
but not as well as her last visit. I gave her a wicked smile in return,
and asked what had happened to make her remember her last visit so well.
She giggled, blushed a little, and told me "Just the best feeling I've
*ever* had in my _whole life_!". I pretty much figured that a whole life
of 12+ years wasn't much to judge by, but was glad that she'd enjoyed it as
much as she'd seemed to. Then she told me "Y'know, I'm glad that you
didn't.... well.... YOU know...". I told her that I believed what I'd
said about taking the time to make physical relationships pleasant, adding
"I'm not going to be doing _anything_ to or with you that *you* don't want.
What we did before was very pleasant for me, but I am *not* going to try to
do anything to make it happen again, or make anything more happen. If
that, or anything more, happens, then I'll be glad for it; but if *nothing*
else happens, then I'll honestly be just as glad to have had that one time
with you." That sobered her up some, and she gave me a little smile to let
me know that she'd understood what I said.

A few moments later, she changed the subject, and started asking me
questions about the computer, how it worked, what it was made of, and so
on. I told her that it would be easier to explain to her if I could show
her on the computer itself, and we went over to where the computer was
running a screen saver.

As I started answering her questions, and showing her how the

different parts of the computer worked, and what their purpose was, she
got more interested in it, and started asking me more and more involved
questions. I answered them, as best I could for someone without a
technical background, and before long, we were on the subject of software.
I explained to her how software was written, and about computer languages
and operating systems, using the program that I'd been working on as an
example for different things. Before long, though, it was at the point
where my program didn't 'do' enough, and I went to other programs to show
her different aspects of operating systems and user interfaces. The whole
thing took a couple of hours, and we were both surprised when there was a
knock at my door. When I answered, it was Robyn's mother, looking for her.
When Robyn saw her mother, she jumped up, and ran over to her, telling her
about getting her report back, and showing her the grade it had received.
Her mother was quite pleased by it, and thanked me for helping her out as I
had. I responded by telling her that it wasn't any problem, and that I
thought Robyn was a pretty smart young lady. Her mother raised an eyebrow
at that, and I told her that Robyn had asked me some good questions about
computers and software, and that I'd been showing her different things on
the computer to demonstrate some of my answers. I then invited her over
for a look, and suggested that Robyn tell her mother some of what she'd
learned. Robyn started off with how the computer worked, and what the
different parts were; and when she got into software, I went along with her
on the computer, demonstrating the different things she was saying. Since
her mother used a computer a lot on her job, she was able to see that Robyn
was getting nearly all of it correct, and was only getting her terminology
wrong in the few places where she made mistakes. Between that, and seeing
that Robyn had been in the chair next to the computer when she came in,
seemed to put to rest any worries she might have had.

She finally told Robyn that they had to get home, and Robyn started
pleading with her mother, asking if she could come over again, and learn
more about computers, and how to use some of the different software that I
had. Her mother started out telling her no, but Robyn was so insistent,
that her mother finally looked at me for help. I told them that I would be
glad to teach Robyn more about computers, and how to use the different
program, BUT that I was also working for myself, and it would only have to
happen when I wasn't busy. Her mother looked relieved, and Robyn, of
course, was delighted by it - and quickly agreed to the 'rules'. With that
done, they left.

It was a couple more days before Robyn came over again - but I was
having trouble with a little bit of code, and told her that I couldn't
spare the time for any lessons right then. She seemed disappointed, and
asked if she could just sit and watch me. I thought about it for a moment,
and told her she could, but that if she interrupted me, or distracted me,
she would have to leave. She agreed, I let her in, and she promptly went
over, pulled a chair over to where she could watch what I was doing without
being in the way, and sat down. I went back to work, and over the next
hour or so, finally got the code I'd been working on smoothed out and
running. The whole time, Robyn simply sat there, watching my every move,
but not saying anything.

When I'd gotten the code tested, and saved, I relaxed, and sat back in
my chair, finishing off the Coke I'd been drinking. I sighed, threw the
can into the wastebasket, and started to get up to go get another one when
Robyn finally spoke up, saying "Let me get it for you", and almost ran into
the kitchen. She quickly returned with a can of Coke, and handed it to me.
When I popped the top on it, she moved behind me, and started rubbing my
neck and shoulders. I took a couple more swallows off the Coke, set it
down, and leaned my head forward a little, so that she could get to my neck
a little easier. She started really working the muscles in my neck and
shoulders, and it wasn't long before I started groaning in pleasure. She
asked me "Does that feel good?", and I replied by telling her that it
certainly did. A couple moments later, she asked "As good as Other Things
that we've done?" - and I answered "I didn't say it was *that* good!",
making her laugh. Then she moved around in front of me, sat on my lap
facing me, and with a impish grin asked me "Is there anything else that
would help you relax?". I said that I could probably think of a couple,
and she pulled her shirt off, saying "Do any of them start here?". I
agreed that they did, leaned forward, and started licking and sucking on
her breasts and nipples. It wasn't long before her areolas were tight and
crinkled, and her nipples were standing out like little dark jellybeans.
While I was giving her breasts a tongue-bath, I was softly stroking and
caressing her sides and back while she held my head against her chest. My
penis was completely hard, and she was rubbing and pressing her crotch
against it with small, firm, movements. After a couple minutes of that,
she said "Maybe we should do this someplace more comfortable...", so I took
her in my arms, stood up, and carried her into the bedroom. When I got
next to the bed, I asked "Do you think here would be a good place?"; she
giggled, and nodded yes, so I set her down on the edge of the bed. She
reached down and started to unfasten her shorts when I said "Here, let me
do that". She pulled her hands away, and started using them to squeeze her
breasts and pinch her nipples. I reached down, unsnapped her shorts, and
pulled the zipper down, revealing her pale blue panties. As I started
pulling her shorts down, she raised her hips up off the bed, and as I got
her shorts down past her knees, she spread her legs slightly, and I could
see that there was already a wet spot on her panties. When I'd gotten her
shorts completely off her, and dropped them on the floor, I moved up so
that my face was in her crotch, and started using my lips to massage her
clitoris and the outside of her vagina through her panties. In just a few
moments, she was starting to moan, and

pressing her crotch into my face as the wet spot on her panties got
larger and larger. Before long, the mixture of her juices and my saliva
was enough that the entire crotch of her panties was soaked, and about
halfway up the front - making them almost transparent, and revealing how
her vaginal lips were extended and pressing against them, and showing off
the dark color of her downy muff.

My erection was starting to hurt from being confined in my pants, and I
was eventually forced to stand up, so that I could take my clothes off. It
took her a moment to realize that I'd stopped, and when she saw that I was
starting to undress, said "My turn!", and slithered across the bed so that
she could stand up in front of me. She started unbuttoning my shirt, and
when she'd gotten all the buttons undone, opened it up, and reached around
to hug me, pressing her tight breasts and hard nipples into my chest for a
few moments before pulling my shirt off. Then she reached down and
unbuckled my belt, having only a little trouble with it, unbuttoned my
pants, and pulled the zipper down - slowly, and pressing her hand against
my erection as she did so. She grabbed the waistband of my pants, and slid
them down around my feet, squatting down as she did, and brushing her
nipples against my skin all the way down; once down, she gently tugged at
each leg in turn, so that I would lift my feet and she could get the pants
out of the way. When she'd tossed them off to the side, she pressed her
face against my erection, and started using her lips to gently 'bite' at
it, as I'd done to her. She also raised one of her hands up, and started
weighing my balls in her hand, and softly squeezing and feeling them. It
was only a few moments of this before I started pressing my erection
against her; she stopped what she was doing then, stood up, and started to
pull my underwear down, too, repeating the process she'd used to pull my
pants down. As my underwear went down, and my erection came free, it
dropped down so that it stood angled out and up from my body - right at her
eye level. When she'd gotten my underwear free, and tossed it aside, she
reached up again, using one hand to stroke my balls, and the other to hold
my penis as she licked the underside and mouthed it again. When a couple
drops of pre-cum appeared, she got a delighted look on her face, stuck her
face in my crotch, and started slowly licking me from the bottom of my
balls, along the bottom of my penis, and out to the head, where she
'flipped' her tongue to catch the pre-cum. She made a little smile, and
said "Good! Sweet and salty, at the same time. I like it!".

She looked up at me, giggled a little, and said "I've never really seen
a boy - I mean, a man - naked before. Can I look?". I laughed, and said
"I'll show you mine, if you'll show me yours!", and she laughed, too. She
quickly stood up, and when she reached for her panties, I said "That's
still MY job, you know...", and moved her hands out of the way. I knelt
down, and as I pulled her panties down, was greeted by a nice, close-up
view of her bush. It was still kind of small, but was made up of sparse,
fine, dark, straight hair - enough to give her pubis some 'color', but not
enough to obstruct the view of what was under it. After I'd gotten her
panties down, and removed them from around her feet, I leaned forward a
little, and stuck my tongue in her crotch, so that it was back by the
entrance to her vagina - and slowly curled it, separating her vaginal lips
and dipping inside to taste her nectar, before continuing up to briefly rub
her clitoris in little circles. When I felt her knees starting to get
weak, I stood back up, pulled her close to me, and stood there for a few
moments, with my penis trapped between her legs, holding her and enjoying
the feeling of her smooth young skin next to mine, the way her soft bush
felt, and how her breasts felt pressing against me. After a bit, though,
she started moving her hips a little, so that my penis was rubbing against
her crotch. I released her, and when she moved back a little, I looked

down at her and teased her by saying "Oh! You mean we're not done
yet?".

She got another impish smile on her face, and said "Not even close!"
before moving back so that she could sit on the edge of the bed. She
quickly moved some more, so that she was stretched out completely before
me, raised her hands up over her head, spread her legs a bit, and said "See
anything you like?". I laughed, and said "I'm sure I can find
*something*!", which made her laugh, too. I asked her "Do you still want
to have a look?", and she nodded, so I moved around to the side of the bed,
and laid down next to her, with my head at her crotch, and her head at
mine.

We each rolled onto our sides, and I raised one leg up so that my foot
was flat on the bed, so that she could have free access to anything she
wanted. She took the cue, and did the same for me - leaving me with an
excellent view.

I could feel that her first touches were pretty tentative, so I told her
"The only thing you need to be really careful about are my testicles" - she
reached out and touched them - "Yes, those. They're *very* sensitive to
pressure, so don't squeeze them too hard." - she started to gently squeeze
them - "That much is okay. The slang term for them is 'balls', and they're
inside my scrotum, or 'bag'. You can feel them, but *carefully*. I'll let
you know if you do anything uncomfortable, or if you start to hurt me".
And with that, I left her to her explorations, and I started on mine. It
was a real delight for me to be able to examine her the way I did - to me,
each woman's genitals are unique, and a work of art of their own. Her
vaginal lips were smooth and thin, and almost straight - not surprising,
since she was still a virgin - but still protruded enough from her
excitement that they were readily visible. Because she was excited, they
were glistening with her lubrication, and were giving off a distinct, but
mild, musky odor. Her clitoris was erect, too, and although still hidden behind it's little hood, it was obvious that it was about the size of a
large pea. Her pubic hair was black, but very sparse. The individual
hairs were thin and straight and _very_ soft - stroking it reminded me of
petting the belly fur of a cat. As she looked and smelled and felt and
tasted her way around my penis and balls, I was doing the same to her -
tracing the folds of her vagina with my fingers and tongue, tasting the
ample moisture she was making in her excitement (light, sweet, slippery,
and faintly musky), feeling the smoothness and thinness of her vaginal
lips, the softness of her inner thighs, and enjoying the way her vaginal
lips would wrap themselves around my finger as I teased her cleft, and
slightly entered her. Whenever I started to put my finger inside her
slightly, she would almost involuntarily arch her back a little, as though
to try and impale herself on it - but I would always move my finger back a
little, so that I was only probing the very entrance of her vagina.

After several minutes of mutual exploration, though, she was getting to
the point where my probes of her vaginal entrance and rubbing and licking
of her clitoris with my tongue were almost more than she could bear - she
was moaning more and more frequently when I stopped doing one thing and
switched over to another, and her pelvis was in almost constant motion. I
gradually changed from licking her clitoris, to pressing my finger against
the outside of her vagina, and then into it slightly. When I was finally
using only my finger on her, I began entering her vagina with it, going
only a little deeper each time, twisting it around a little to keep it well
lubricated, and then withdrawing it almost completely. Before long, she was
arching her pelvis toward me as I was putting my entire finger inside her;
I could feel the walls of her vagina as they clasped at it, and seemed to
hang on to it when I withdrew it. Her juices were flowing freely enough
that her entire crotch was soaked, as well as her pubic hair, and it was
even starting to flow down toward her anus. I was licking up as much of it
as I could, but there was simply so much of it.

While I was doing all of that, she had finished her examination of me,
and was switching around from using her hand to masturbate me, to licking
and softly sucking on my balls, to mouthing and licking my penis. As I
started moving my finger more and more quickly in her, she started taking
my erection into her mouth - first just the head of it, and gradually
sucking in more of it, until she was taking nearly all of it in her warm,
tight mouth, and using her tongue to massage and caress it. I could feel
her breathing through her nose, since every time she exhaled, it sent a
little draft of warm air blowing across my balls.

I could feel my balls starting to tighten up, and not wanting to be
selfish, started licking her clitoris in time with my finger movements in
her. She quickly started to respond to that, and had difficulty holding
her crotch still. She also showed her appreciation by moving my

penis in and out of her mouth, rubbing the underside of it with her
tongue on the way in, sucking on it on the way out, and making little
swirling motions on the head of it before taking it back in.

I could feel it when she was on the very edge of her climax, and when I
would get my finger inside her, would make circular motions with it. I was
also gradually slowing down and softening the licking and rubbing of her
clitoris I was doing with my tongue, bringing her along more slowly. It
was only a couple more minutes, though, before she finally went over the
edge - she pressed her pelvis up toward me to get as much of my finger
inside her as she could, and clamped her thighs down on my head, making it
difficult for me to press firmly against her clitoris with my tongue in
time with the vaginal contractions I could feel nearly breaking my finger.
Her moaning as she came vibrated my erection in her mouth, and I could feel
it all the way down to my balls - which damn near set me off, too! She
virtually dripped juices as she came; it was only moments before my hand
was completely drenched with them, and they had made my whole face wet. As
she came down from her orgasm, I continued to give her clitoris soft little
licks; moving my finger in and out of her in small, gentle motions.

When her spasms finally stopped, she seemed to realize where she was,
and what she'd been doing; and picked up where she'd left off - with

a vengeance! Soon, she was not only giving me one of the best blowjobs
I'd ever had, but was using one hand to alternately softly squeeze my
balls, and gently drag her fingernails across my scrotum. When she felt my
balls tighten, and I told her "I'm gonna cum!", she took as much of my
erection in her mouth as she could - I could feel the head of it pressing
against her throat - and sucked on my like I'd never experienced before.
The first shot of my cum hit the back of her throat, and she never even
hesitated - she just swallowed it, and kept going. The feeling of her
throat as she swallowed my jism was so incredible, that the next shot was
even stronger than the first - and she just did it again: swallowing it
without even slowing down. Between the warm, moist suction she was
providing, and the way her throat would 'tickle' the head of my penis, it
was almost more than I could stand - it felt as though my balls were
turning inside-out, and I came for what felt like several minutes.

It was only when several seconds went by that I didn't shoot another
load that she finally released me - but only after she'd used her tongue to
lick all the remains of my semen from my penis while she slowly let my
still-firm penis slide out of her mouth. Even after I'd rolled over onto
my back to catch my breath, she slid over a little so that she could
continue to lick and mouth my now-softening penis. Only when I was
completely soft did she stop, and turn around so that she was laying next
to me on her side, her head on my shoulder and one leg over mine, her arm
across my chest, and her breasts pressing against my side. I put my arm
around her, and held her there like that, snuggling with her, for several
minutes: she playing with my chest hair and giving my ribs little kisses
while I caressed her back and gave her soft kisses on the top of her head.
It was only when she started to feel cold that she finally moved away from
me, saying "Feel more relaxed, now?". "Relaxed enough for the next month,
I think!" was the only thing I could say in reply, making her smile and
giggle. I saw the goose bumps on her, and asked "You ready for a warm
shower?" and she answered with "Only if you're there to help!". I glanced
at the clock, and could see that we still had about an hour before her
mother came home, so we went in to clean each other up - and on the way,
she took my hand, noticed her juices on it, and slowly licked them off with
a devilish look on her face, making me start to get hard again. Even in the
shower, she continued to do almost everything she could think of (and she
could think of a lot, even for as young as she was!) to get me going again.
Of course, I did what I could to return the 'favor', and we wound up
spending nearly half an hour under the spray - leaving only when the hot
water started to run out.

After we dried off and got dressed again (collecting our clothes from
where they'd been cast aside), she asked if she could play with the
computer a little bit. I told her she could, but that I'd have to watch
her at first, to make sure she didn't do anything wrong. She understood
that, sat down, and started trying different things out while I went in and
got the two of us a Coke.

There we were, sitting in front of the computer, when her mother got
home - and came over to 'claim' her daughter. She stayed and chatted with
me for a few minutes, and I could see that she had something on her mind,
but wasn't quite sure what it was. I finally just came out and said that
it seemed as though she was troubled by something, and asked her if it was
something I could help with. She said that her boss had tapped her to
attend a training class in a couple days time, and that she'd have to fly
out one afternoon, stay the night, attend the class, and fly back the
following night. She said that she really wanted to attend the class, but
really didn't think that she could leave Robyn home by herself - she said
that she'd worry about Robyn getting into some kind of trouble, or not
having anything to eat, and all kinds of things like that.

I told her that her problem wasn't a problem - that if she wanted to go
to the class, she could leave Robyn at home, and that if Robyn had any
problems, I'd be there to help her out. Her mother said that that was fine
with her, but she'd still be worried about Robyn getting something to eat,
so I told her that the following night seemed like a good time for pizza to
me, and that if Robyn wanted to share it, I'd just order a little larger
one. Robyn perked up a bit at that, and it seemed to reassure her mother (I got the idea she wanted to be talked into it). Her mother finally
agreed, and said that she'd give me the money for the pizza; I replied by
telling her that I'd be buying the pizza, anyway. We went back and forth
like that for a bit, until we finally agreed that she'd give me enough to
pay for half the pizza ("Robyn can eat like a horse, at times!", followed
by "Mo-THER!"). With that settled, her mother said that she felt better,
and would go ahead to the class. Only then did Robyn chime in by saying
"Mom, I think I'd be scared to stay in the apartment all by myself. Can I
stay over here, instead?". Her mother said that I had work to do, and
couldn't be bothered by having her around for all that time - and besides,
where would she stay? Robyn said that she'd be real quiet, and not bother
me, and that she could watch me and learn more about computers, and that
she really wouldn't be any trouble, really, and that she could bring her
sleeping bag and sleep on the floor, and that she really didn't want her
mother to miss out on the class, and that she'd be okay, really, and I'd
said that I'd watch out for her anyway and this wasn't that much more was
it, and it was okay with me, wasn't it?

I had to smile at how she'd gotten that all out in one breath, and said
that Robyn hadn't been any trouble at all when she'd been over. I added
that Robyn really did sit quietly and pay attention to what I was doing
when she was there, so it wasn't as though she'd be any bother; I also said
that there wasn't any need for Robyn to sleep on the floor - that I had a
perfectly comfortable couch, and spare bedding. I was wondering what her
mother was thinking about this, and I was more than willing to have Robyn
all to myself for a lengthy period of time, but I was worried about
creating suspicion, so I just played it as though I were a friendly,
helpful neighbor that was interested in helping children learn and do well
in school.

I could see her mother waffling on it, and said that it would be a shame
for her to miss a training session that could help her job, that I didn't
think Robyn would be any trouble at all, and that she'd have my phone
number so she could call (collect if she wanted) any time she got worried
(about what, I didn't say - no sense in creating problems). After Robyn and
I just stood there, letting her think about it for a bit, she finally
decided that it was okay (I could see that she really did want to go), but
that if she heard that Robyn gave me *any trouble _at all_*, she'd be
"grounded for life ".

Robyn gave out with a "Yippee! Thanks, Mom!", and I simply nodded to
her mother, acknowledging my 'responsibility' in the matter. With that
done, Robyn and her mother went back to their apartment.

Early the next afternoon, Robyn's mother came over to make sure I still
agreed to watch after Robyn, and seemed reassured when I said that I would
still do it - and when she saw that I'd already put a pillow and bedding
next to the end of the couch for Robyn to use. I asked her if she needed a
ride to the airport, and she said that she'd already called a transport
service; they'd be by in about an hour to pick her up. I wished her good
luck on the trip, gave her one of my business cards so that she'd have my
phone number handy, asked her to let me know where she'd be staying so I
could call if I had to, and she left. About an hour later, I heard a car
horn, looked out the window, and watched as Robyn's mother took her
suitcase out and got into the van that would get her to the airport.

That afternoon, when Robyn got home from school, she came straight to my
apartment. I let her in when she knocked, and told her that I was still
working on the computer program. I added that it wasn't so important now,
so that she could interrupt me to ask questions if she wanted. She seemed
pleased by that, but also asked me what I thought of her clothes - a thin,
tight blouse (no bra), and a pair of shorts that she must have put on with
a spray can. I said "Makes you look good enough to eat!", and it took her
a moment to understand the joke - but my reward was a very pretty blush and
giggle when she did.

I asked her if she'd get me a Coke from the fridge, and said she should
help herself if she was thirsty or hungry. As she headed off for the
kitchen, I went back to the computer, and picked up where I'd left off.

Robyn came back shortly with a Coke for each of us, handed me one, and
pulled up a chair so she could watch what I was doing. I thanked her,
opened the Coke, took a swallow, and went back to my program. For the next
couple of hours, Robyn would interrupt me every so often, and ask me to
explain something to her - anything from what different computer
instructions did to how the compiler worked to what the program I was
writing was for. Each time, I'd tell her what I was doing, and why, and
answer her question as best I could. She seemed satisfied with my answers,
would thank me, and I'd continue working.

When I finally noticed that it was getting to be early evening, I saved
all my work, told Robyn that I'd done enough for that day, and shut the
computer off. Then I asked her what she wanted to do that evening - after
the pizza, of course. She said that she really hadn't planned on anything,
and could we make it a pepperoni and ground beef, with extra cheese?

I laughed, picked up the phone, order us a large pan pizza - to her
specifications - from Pizza Hut. I suggested that while we were waiting
for the pizza, we could talk, if she wanted. She said she'd like that, and
we moved over when I sat down on the couch, she decided that she wanted to
sit next to me - _real_ next to me. I asked her what she wanted to talk
about, and she said that she wanted to talk to me about what we'd been
doing. I kinda felt a chill go through me, wondering what she'd have to
say, but I said "fine", and asked her what she wanted to say. She started
off by telling me that she'd 'really, REALLY!" enjoyed what we'd done
together - I'd made her feel things she'd only heard and wondered about.
Then she said that she didn't know if I'd like her because, after she kind
of stammered and stuttered a bit, she sometimes 'touched herself - you
know, _there_...". It surprised her quite a bit when I laughed - she
blushed *real* hard, and started to get upset with me, before I asked her
"so what's the problem?". That seemed to surprise her even more, and she
said that she'd 'heard' that it wasn't good to touch herself that way, and
that all kinds of bad things would happen if she did. I told her that
_everyone_ masturbated, and that I'd have been seriously worried about her
if she *didn't* touch herself. She seemed kind of doubtful, and I asked
her if it felt good when she did that. She admitted that it did ("but not
as good as what you do!"); so I told her to pinch herself - hard enough to
hurt. She did, and asked me why I'd told her to do it. I said that it was
so that she'd be sure and know the difference between doing something that
hurt her, and doing something that felt good. I asked her if she'd ever
tried to smoke. After a bit of mumbling, she admitted she had. I asked
her what happened, and she said that it had made her cough, and sick to her
stomach. I pointed out that her body would tell her when she was doing
something bad for it, and that if she did something that felt good, then it
wasn't hurting her physically. I followed that up by telling her that
making herself feel

good wasn't a bad thing for her physically, but that if she did it too
much, or did it to the exclusion of other things, then it would be bad for
her _emotionally_. I told her that she had seemed to enjoy what we'd done,
so I didn't think there was much chance of her having any emotional
problems about masturbating when she wasn't able to be physical with
someone else. That seemed to relieve her mind quite a bit, and she soon
changed the subject (slightly) toward birth control. She asked me a few
questions, and I gave her what information I knew, always being careful to
separate what I knew as fact, and my own personal opinion. She listened
carefully to my answers, and had just said "I like talking to you about
stuff - you don't try to tell me stories or pretend you know everything;
when you aren't sure or don't know, you say so". I was about to thank her
in reply when the doorbell rang - the pizza had arrived.

With the arrival of food, all conversation stopped for a while. I
turned on the tv to catch the news while we ate; I was amazed at the amount
of food that Robyn could put away - the little imp tucked away 3 slices
from a large pizza, and a Coke, and only after careful thought decided not
to go after a fourth slice, saying "I'll save it for later, when I'm hungry
again."

When I went to put the pizza carcass in the fridge, Robyn got up and
headed toward the bathroom; I sat back down on the couch, and couple
minutes later, she came back into the living room - stark naked! My penis
immediately started to jump to attention, but I tried to stay calm - asking
her if she wasn't going to get a bit cold that way. She giggled a little,
smiled, and said "I've been thinking about it a lot lately, and I've
decided that I want my first time to be with YOU." I told her that I was
flattered that she thought that way about me, and said that what she was
saying was something that could happen only once: she couldn't go back to
being a virgin. She said that she knew that, but that she also understood
what I'd said about taking her time and being careful and patient - she
knew that if she let a boy her own age do it, he would hurt her, and she
wouldn't feel good like she did with me. She also said that she thought
that if she let a boy her own age be the first, he'd talk about it to all
his friends, and people would talk badly about her - but that she knew I
wouldn't say anything because she trusted me. I asked her if she'd thought
about the possibility of getting pregnant, and she said

she had; that was why she'd asked me about birth control. She said that
she couldn't get birth control pills or an IUD yet, and that she didn't
think men liked using condoms, so she thought that making love at a time
when she _couldn't_ get pregnant was her best choice for her first time;
and that she wasn't going to start her next period for another couple of
days, so she knew that she couldn't get pregnant then.

I had to admit to myself that she seemed to have thought the matter out
pretty well. Of course, I also had to admit to myself that the idea of
being the first one to jump her cute little body had a certain appeal, too!

About that time, the phone rang - I damn near didn't answer it, but then
remembered that her mother would be calling to see how things were going,
and let me know where she was. I answered it, and sure enough, it was
Robyn's mother. When I picked up the phone, Robyn came over to me, and
started undressing me while I was talking to her mother. Her mother asked
me how things were going, and I told her just fine - that we'd already had
our supper; she asked about it, and I told her about the pizza and how much
Robyn had eaten (Robyn pausing long enough to stick her tongue out at me),
and what we'd done before supper. As she told me about her trip, Robyn
continued to undress me - and because I was talking to her mother on the
phone, my penis had shrunk back down. When Robyn got my pants and
underwear off, she saw that, and decided to do something about it -
kneeling down and taking me into her mouth, softly sucking and licking it.
I couldn't help but get hard again (damn, that kid was good!), and it was
all I could do to make the appropriate polite noises to her mother at the
other end of the line. Finally, though, her mother started to wind down,
and gave me her phone and room number at the hotel. When I'd written them
down, she said she wanted to talk to Robyn for a bit, so I held the phone
out, called out Robyn's name, and gestured to her to wait a few moments -
as though she had to come to the phone from farther away than my now-hard
dick. She understood, and after a few seconds, took the phone from me, and
sat down to talk with her mother. I figured that if Robyn could do it, I
could, too, and kneeled down in front of her, put her legs over my
shoulders, and started licking her damp crotch. The first time I got to
her clitoris, her breath caught in her throat, and she had to tell her
mother that it was just a hiccup from the pizza, making me smile at her
before resuming my ministrations. After only a few minutes, I heard her
telling her mother goodbye. I stopped sticking my tongue in her vagina for
a little bit, so that she could hang up the phone, and when she was settled
again, started up on her clitoris.

She let me continue for a little bit, then said "that feels wonderful,
but I want more - I want it *all*". I told her "You know, we can finish
this off this way, and there won't be any harm done"; Robyn responded by
saying "I chickened out on you the first time; don't chicken out on me,
now". I smiled at her, nodded my head, and stood up, so that she could get
up, too. I bowed to her, and swept my arm toward the bedroom, indicating
that I would follow her (all the better to watch her cute little ass move).
She smiled back, and fairly _flounced_ her way into the bedroom, almost
giving me eyestrain watching her tight buns dance around.

When we got into the bedroom, she hesitated a little, as though she
wasn't sure what to do, but quickly recovered, and laid down on the bed. I
stood there, looking at her, for several seconds - enjoyed the way she
looked. I finally gave in to temptation, and got up onto the bed with her,
laying next to her. She looked a little worried for a bit, and asked me
"So what do we do now?".

I told her that the best to go at it (she smiled at the pun) would be if
I stretched the inside of her vagina a bit first, so that my penis wouldn't
seem quite as large. After she was stretched a little more

inside, I'd stop so that she could relax a little bit from it, and then
whenever she was ready, we could get my penis in her. She asked me how
we'd do that, and I explained to her that it would be easiest for her if I
laid on my back, and she could get over me, and lower herself down onto it
- that way, if she started to feel any pain or discomfort, she could stop
or pause for as long as she needed. That seemed to calm her a little, so I
kissed her, and when she started to kiss me back, opened my mouth and
started licking her lips. She quickly opened her mouth in return, and we
started French-kissing as our hands roamed over each other's bodies. It
wasn't long before she was starting to moan, so I gently separated us, and
moved down to where I could reach her crotch more easily. She knew what I
was going to do, and brought her feet up and spread her legs, giving me the
best access to her vagina.

I slowly worked a finger into her with one hand, while I softly rubbed
and circled her clitoris with my other hand, to help make sure she was as
lubricated as possible. It didn't take long before I could get my whole
finger in her; when she was a little wetter, I started working a second
finger in - again, starting by just entering her, getting my

fingers lubricated, and withdrawing again. I alternated that with
putting just one finger all the way inside her, so that the one finger was
always well-lubricated. Gradually, as she relaxed, I was able to get two
fingers into her further and further - until I finally got both fingers all
the way inside her. With that done, I slowly withdrew them nearly all the
way, and then slid them back in again - getting her used to the size of
them. While I was doing all this, I continued to rub and circle her
clitoris with the fingers of my other hand - and she used her hands to
squeeze her breasts and tweak her nipples. When I was finally able to get
both fingers into her fairly easily, I went to the next step: turning them
around in her, so that instead of being stretched in just one direction, it
would stretch her out all the way. I again went through the process of
going a little way, then backing off, then going a little further, then
backing off, always going a little further than before. Finally, I was
able to move my fingers around in her freely - she was still smaller inside
than my penis, but now the difference wasn't so great; and she was starting
to enjoy the sensation.

When I slid my fingers out of her for the last time, they came

free with a barely-audible 'pop'; she looked down at me as though she
was both relieved to be not so filled again, and anxious to go on to the
next step.

I moved back up next to her, and told her "Now, while you're recovering
from that, and getting ready for the final part, we find something to do to
keep ourselves occupied". She smiled at me, said "I think I know what we
can do", moved herself down so that her face was in my crotch, and swung
her leg over my head, putting us in '69' position. I

told her "whenever you feel like you're ready, we can go on to the next
step. If you change you mind, we just continue like this". She mumbled
her agreement and understanding from around my erect penis, and I started
kissing the insides of her thighs while softly stroking her from her
clitoris to her anus.

For her part, she started licking me - the insides of my thighs, my
balls, and my penis. As I changed from simply kissing her thighs and pubis
to licking them, and 'biting' them with my lips, she started repeating my
actions - mouthing my erect penis and testicles, nibbling the insides of my
thighs. I 'upped the ante' when I started taking her vaginal lips in my
mouth, and softly 'chewing' on them, and gently sucking on her clitoris.
She responded by taking each of my balls into her mouth and rolling them
around with her tongue, and gently sucking on my penis - not just the head
of it, but from the side and bottom and any other way she could get part of
it in her mouth.

After several minutes of this, she was pressing her clitoris against my
tongue; and her juices were flowing out of her in a steady stream. Her
vaginal lips were fully extended, and separated, clearly exposing the
entrance to her vagina. Finally, she released my erection from her mouth,
and said "Oh, *god*. I think- I KNOW I'm ready...". With that, I stopped
what I was doing, and helped her get her leg back over my head without
hurting me. She turned around, and swung her leg over me, so that she was
straddling my hips. She reached down, and started caressing my penis with
one hand, and rubbing her clitoris and the outside of her vagina with the
other. She looked at me with what can only be described as unbridled lust,
and asked "What now?".

I told her that if my penis were wet and slippery, whether from her
saliva or vaginal lubrication, it would make things a lot easier. She
promptly lowered herself, so that my erection was pressed against the
outside of her vagina, and started sliding herself back and forth on it,
both spreading her wetness around on me, and stimulating herself even more.
As she was doing that, I put my hands on her breasts, and started kneading
them, and pulling on her nipples. Then I told her that in just a little
bit, when my penis was completely lubricated, she should raise herself up,
grasp my penis, and position it so that she could simply 'sit' on it. She
nodded her understanding, raised herself up, allowing my penis to rise up
from my body, and pivoted her hips so that now the top of my penis was
pressing against her vaginal lips, getting my erection thoroughly soaked in
her secretions. A bit later, she raised herself up yet again, and when my
penis came back up toward my belly, she took hold of it, moved herself
forward a bit, and lowered herself so that I was slightly penetrating her.
She paused for a bit, which I was grateful for - I needed the time to get
control of myself, and not blow my load too early.

When she had gotten herself ready again, she started lowering herself
some more. At first, she had trouble making any progress, until I told her
"Relax. Take your time. I'm here, and there's no hurry". That seemed to
help her, because I could feel the entrance to her vagina relax some; when
she started lowering herself again, I could feel that she had relaxed
enough that my penis was started to slide into her - though slowly. She
kept lowering herself, allowing my erection to press harder and harder
against the entrance to her vagina, until finally, with a

slight 'pop', the head of it slid inside the entrance to her vagina.
She gave a little yelp, and stopped; I had to reassure her that I wasn't
going to do anything to hurt her, and that we would go only as fast as she
wanted. Then I told her to just wait a bit, and let herself get used to
the feeling and relax, before she tried to go any farther. She bit her
lip, nodded, and held herself still.

While she was getting herself ready to continue, I did my part by
caressing her, squeezing her breasts, softly pulling on her nipples, and
even rubbing her clitoris in little circles - I could see it peeking out at
me from where her vagina was wrapped around the end of my penis. After a
minute or so, she had composed herself, began lowering herself farther

onto my penis. When she'd gotten another inch of it inside, she
stopped; and I suggested to her that she raise herself up a little, to make
sure that her wetness kept us both properly lubricated - reminding her of
how I had put my finger inside her. She nodded again, raised herself up a
little, letting my penis slid out of her about half an inch, and then
lowered herself some more - this time an additional half inch, or so. She
paused for several seconds - again, giving me some time to get more control
of myself - raised herself a bit, and lowered herself another inch or so
before I could feel the head of my penis hitting the obstruction of her
hymen. She gave a little gasp, and I told her "That's your hymen - your
'cherry'. You've got a couple of choices, now - you can go ahead and
'push' yourself past it at one time; or you can use the progress you've
made so far, and let my penis bump into it each time you come back down,
and simply wear it out. Pushing now will make it hurt more but have me

all the way inside you sooner; wearing it out will hurt less, but take
longer. We've got plenty of time, so you can do whichever one you want -
I'll be right here". She smiled at that last bit, and I could feel her
starting to relax more, though every time she moved - or even breathed - I
could feel her vagina tighten around my erection. The stimulation from
that was enough to keep me hard, and the lack of real movement gave me a
good chance to keep control of myself and not fill her young snatch with my
cum. I needed the control, because her vagina was incredibly tight (even
with the loosening I'd given it with my fingers), hot, and wet. It was
even better than my own first sexual experience!

After several seconds, she started moving again - slowly raising herself
until just the head of my erection was in her, then lowering herself until
I hit her maidenhead again; this time without gasping from the contact.
She repeated this several more times, each time a little faster, both from
getting used to having that much of me inside her, and from her vaginal
lubrications being spread around better. Finally, she raised herself up,
and when she lowered herself, surprising me when she didn't stop when I hit
her maidenhead; instead, she kept going until all but an inch or so of my
penis was inside her. She gave a little yelp when her hymen broke, but
didn't cry out or make any other loud noises. When she stopped, I could
see her start to cry a bit, and I started talking to her again - reassuring
her we would wait until the pain went away, and that I was sorry that she
was hurt, but that it would only hurt this first time. She bit her lip
again, and nodded her head, understanding what I was telling her, and in
just a little bit, she had stopped crying. She continued to hold still,
though, and I could tell that the pain was going away only slowly. Her
vagina continued to clench around me, so I was able to stay hard but not
have to move inside her. All during this time, I continued my efforts to
keep her aroused - caressing her, tickling her buttocks, softly pinching
her nipples, and so on.

Gradually, as the pain left, and what I was doing to her started to take
more and more effect, she relaxed enough that she started to raise herself
up, sliding my penis out a couple of inches (but not past where her hymen
had been). She paused, then lowered herself again; repeating the process a
few more times, until with her final effort, she had managed to get my
erect penis all the way inside her vagina. The sight of her vaginal lips
wrapped around my penis, and her soft bush merging into my pubic hair, was
almost more than I could stand - it took everything I had to pull myself
back from shooting my wad inside her tight young snatch; I could feel the
head of my penis pressing against the deepest part of her vagina, and
knowing how far I was inside her almost made it more than I could bear.

We stayed there like that for a couple of minutes, letting her get used
to having me so far inside her before she started moving again -
experimenting with how it felt with my penis inside her when she moved in
different ways: pivoting her hips back and forth and from side to side,
making little circles with them, and so on. She finally worked up the
nerve to raise herself up again, until only the head of my penis was inside
her, and lower herself back down - finding out that the pain was all but
gone, and that she could feel pleasure from what she was doing. With that,
she started gradually started moving herself over me more and more quickly
as her juices were better distributed, making it easier for her to move my
erection in and out of her. When she started to get a little tired, she
leaned forward, putting her hands on the bed near my shoulders, and
continued to slide herself up and down my penis while I tilted my head
forward and started licking her breasts and sucking on her nipples. She
was quickly as excited as she'd ever been before with me, and I could hear
the squishing noises as her hot, wet pussy slid up and down my throbbing
erection.

After a few more minutes, though, she was starting to get tired again,
and I asked her if she wanted me to take over the action. She smiled at
me, and gasped out a "yes!". Rather than withdraw from her, I pulled her
down so that I was holding her against my chest, told her to put her legs
inside mine, and rolled us over, so that I was on my elbows above her.
Then I had her to move her legs apart, and moved my legs back between hers,
so that we were in the classic missionary position. I held still in her
for several seconds while I kissed her shoulders, and gently bit her neck
(not enough for any hickies- I didn't need that kind of trouble!). She
started moaning under me, and moving her pelvis, sliding her vagina up and
down on my penis again. I whispered to her "my turn, now", and started
making love to her: withdrawing almost completely, then making little
fluttering in-and-out motions at the entrance to her vagina - which made
her gasp and moan in response - and slowly sliding myself back into her.
As my activity speeded up, I could feel her starting to spread her legs
even more, and bringing her feet up, so that as I entered her each time, my
penetration would be a little more - and I was already 'hitting bottom'!

As I made love to her, I raised myself up on my arms, and we both looked
down to where we were joined - and we could see how her juices made my cock
glisten, and how her vaginal lips seemed to want to hang on to my

penis as it withdrew from her each time. Her small muff was completely
drenched in her secretions, and I could feel them soaking my balls each
time they bounced against her buttocks when I entered her. I could see
that her breasts were incredibly tight, and her areolas had puckered up
into hard little nubbins while her nipples stuck out like dark pencil
erasers. I couldn't resist the sight, and arched down so that I could lick
and suck on her nipples for a few seconds while I continued to move

inside her; she responded by arching her back to make her breasts easier
for me to reach, and raising her legs and putting her feet behind me, so
that I could enter her as deeply as possible.

Each time I entered her, my pelvis would bump against her clitoris, and
it wasn't but a few more minutes before she finally started to climax,
panting heavily and almost screaming. When she started, she pushed against
my buttocks with her feet, to push me completely inside her, where I could
feel her vagina start to spasm around my erection. The sensations of that,
combined with the additional lubrication she produced as she climaxed, was
enough to trigger my own climax, as well. I could feel my balls tighten
up, and how the first wad of my jism started the trip out my penis and into
her hot little womb. She seemed to be able to feel it as I emptied my
balls inside her, moaning with each spurt of my semen, and clamping down on
my penis with her vagina - which only made my ejaculations that much
stronger, and last even longer, forcing my cum out of the limited space in
her vagina, soaking both of us with our combined juices. Finally, though,
I simply didn't have any more cum to give her, and stopped filling her with
my seed - though still-hard penis continued to twinge in time with her
spasms.

As her climax started to taper off, I rested on my elbows above her, and
again started kissing her shoulders and softly biting her neck - making her
moan and grind her pelvis against me. Finally, though, her climax ended,
and she was able to open her eyes and look at me, smiling. I smiled back at
her, and leaned my head down to give her a long, gentle kiss, then softly
kissing her eyes and cheeks and nose before tasting her lips again.

We rested like that for several minutes, as my penis softened inside
her. I started to withdraw and get up once, but she wrapped her legs around
me again, and said "Wait. I want to feel you in me as long as I can", so I
held myself there over her until my penis had softened so much that it
finally popped free of her - releasing another mini-flood of our mixed
secretions. I slid sideways, and rolled over onto my side; she raised her
legs, and I curled mine under them, so that we looked as though

she were sitting on my lap. I reached behind me, and pulled the
bedspread over the two of us, so that she wouldn't get cold, and under the
cover of it, went back to caressing her, from her breasts to her crotch. I
told her "I'm sorry that you had to be hurt; I hope that it wasn't too bad
for you". She smiled at me, kissed me, and said "I knew that it might hurt a little - and that's all that it hurt: a little. I think it would have
been a lot worse if I'd done it with another boy. Thank you for not
rushing me, and letting me wait when I needed to". After a moment, she
continued with "I didn't realize before just how big you are - I'm glad
that you 'loosened me up' first". I answered her by saying "Believe it or
not, I'm only average there - about 6 inches. There are men out there a
lot larger, but most are going to be pretty close to the same size I am.
When you get a little older, the size won't matter so much, and if you
don't make love for a while, you'll simply start to shrink inside again,

just like you would after you had a baby". She looked at me
skeptically, but didn't say any more - she just closed her eyes, captured
my hand, and brought it up to hold her breast as we both drifted off for a
little nap. We woke up a little while later, kind of stuck together from
our dried juices - which she found almost hysterically funny - and had to
almost pry ourselves apart to go into the bathroom and clean up. True to
her word, she was hungry again when we got out of the bathroom, and the two
of us headed in to finish up the pizza - I had another slice, and she had
_two_, claiming that she'd 'worked up an appetite" - making us both laugh.
We sat there in the living room for another couple of hours, laying on the
couch holding each other with a

blanket over us, watching TV. When the late news came on, I pulled the
blanket off of us, and teased her by saying "Well, it's time for bed - I
suppose I'd better get out of here so you can go to sleep". I couldn't
help but laugh at the look she got on her face, before she realized that
I'd been joking with her, telling me "You rat!". Still chuckling to
myself, I asked her if she wanted to sleep with me that night - and she
tried to tease me back by saying "If you have to ask, maybe I shouldn't!",
but quickly gave in when I answered her by saying "Okay - you've got
blankets and such right here....".

I turned the tv and lights off, and held her next to me as we went in to
go to bed. We pulled back the covers, slid in, and pulled them back

up before getting ourselves set up in 'spoon' position with me behind
her, her head resting partly on my arm, and my arm curled around her,
cupping her breast in my hand. She wiggled her cute butt in my 'lap', and
when I started to get hard, she started pressing herself back against me. I
had to remind her that she still had to get up and go to school the next
day, before she relented; and even then, I had to plead inability to old age (she snickered at that) before she gave up completely. We fell asleep
that way, my holding her breast in my hand, and my penis tucked up against
her butt and crotch.

Part Three

The next morning, I woke up feeling a bit cold - but with the

delightful sensation of having a warm mouth sliding up and down on my
penis.

I looked down at Robyn, and she looked back up at me - with a
mischievous look in her eye - winked at me, and went back to giving me one
helluva wake-up call.

I continued to enjoy the sensations for a bit, but decided that there
wasn't any reason that I shouldn't have a little fun, too; I reached over
and nudged her leg toward me, so that she would slide over a bit. When she
did, I reached out and started softly stroking my finger up and down the
entrance to her vagina. She quickly spread her legs a little more, and
moved herself around so that her hips were on the bed, but her torso was
curved up and around so that her firm breasts and hard nipples pressed into
my lower belly as she continued to suck on my erection.

I gradually changed from simply stroking her vaginal lips to circling
her now-erect clitoris with my finger. Because of the way she was laying
next to me, her juices were flowing down toward her clitoris, keeping it -
and my finger - well lubricated. Once I started rubbing her clitoris, it
wasn't long before we were synchronized: the faster she moved her lips up
and down on my erection, the faster I diddled her clit - the harder she
sucked on me, the more firm my pressure on her. As she got wetter and
wetter (and I got harder and harder!), she used the hand that wasn't
holding my erection, and started cupping and softly squeezing my balls - I
returned the favor by using my thumb to rub and press against her anus,
occasionally dipping down to collect some of her wetness to keep things
well lubricated.

This went on for several more minutes, until we were both getting close
to cumming. As she got closer and closer to her orgasm, her action on my
penis slowed down too - which slowed down my action on her clitoris;
effectively teasing both of us into extremely strong climaxes. I started
first, and when she felt my balls tighten up, she sucked my penis as far
into her mouth as she could, and started using her tongue to stimulate the
head; I responded by stopping my circling of her clit, and simply pressing
on it with my finger in alternating firm-and-gentle pressures, as though I
were tapping on it. That was enoug