Melissa Fox was one, but, like so many teens, had suffered from shaky self- esteem. When she turned sixteen she'd been allowed to date, but parents kept her on a very short leash. There'd been numerous clashes regarding how much liberty she should have. Because grades hadn't been tops, she'd learned the meaning of restriction.
She'd had a number of school-kid crushes, but hadn't gone any further than some pretty intense kissing.
Most guys seemed too immature for her tastes where relationships and sexual matters were concerned. She wasn't uninformed, but at eighteen was still a virgin though she'd been on the pill for a year. Virginity didn't bother her as much as parental control, and she couldn't wait to get away from home.
Melissa was attracted to more mature men - and had a thing for her science teacher, a man in his mid-thirties. She'd intentionally exposed herself a number of times - sitting in the front row, legs spread just enough to flash panties. It made him look. But no matter how she teased, he was wise enough not to fall for teenage games
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For her eighteenth birthday, her parents had given her a computer. With high speed cable access to the world, she began a new chapter in self discovery. As a substitute for sex games with the teacher, Melissa began reading erotica on the web. She found two free sites that posted the hottest stuff she'd ever imagined.
She only logged in after her parents had gone to bed.
One author in particular got her attention. His stories made her so aroused she'd begun masturbating nightly, imagining herself in half of what she'd read.
On an impulse, she'd sent him an email, confessing how much she enjoyed his stories about younger girls and mature men, asking what provided the stimulus - if he'd really had those kinds of experiences.
He'd answered back two days later, thanking her for her compliments, and saying how nice it was to get positive feedback from readers.
She wrote to him again, and by the end of the month, the two were on a first name basis. She'd asked where he lived - what he did for a living - if he was married or involved. He'd told her he held an executive position with a small but rapidly growing company - that he'd gone to college - wasn't married and wasn't in a relationship.
She'd felt her cheeks burn when she discovered that they lived in the same town. It took a few days for her to say 'what a small world', and only three more to agree to meet him after classes at a local coffee shop.
Her heart was beating so fast she thought she might faint as she waited for him to show. He'd said he'd be wearing denims and a white shirt. He did. Though he was maybe fifteen years older, she thought he was so handsome, noting the trace of salt and pepper hair above nicely shaped ears.
'Oh, my God!' she thought, watching the man climb out of a metallic gray Porsche Boxster. He had short wavy hair and a wonderful tan - and just the bluest of eyes. She sighed just watching him lock the car. She tried to guess his height but couldn't, until he came through the door. 'Over six feet,' she thought, hoping he wouldn't see her blushing.
He walked straight to the counter, ordered a Café Americano with a shot of Espresso, paid the clerk and stepped to one side as he looked around the room. She lowered her eyes and took a deep breath,
"Melissa?"
She looked up into those dancing blues and felt herself melt. "Un-huh - that's me. You gotta be Elliot."
"That's me," he said, holding out his hand. "May I sit?"
She took his hand - a warm firm grip - and this time felt herself getting aroused. "Sure - I mean, yes - please - sit here." They looked at each other, all smiles, neither speaking until she finally said, "So - you found me. I guess my directions were okay."
"Perfect," said Elliot. "Got here without a problem. You gave great directions."
"I usually have to follow someone else's," she said, then blushed furiously, remembering that many of his stories revolved around submissive girls.
He didn't take advantage of the pause, but stood and got his coffee when the clerk called to say his order was ready. She took a sip of her latte, then wiped her lips with a napkin when she saw him smiling and looking at her mouth.
"Foam?" she asked, dark eyebrows arched.
"Pretty mouth," he said, simply, smiling and taking a seat. "You're a very pretty girl."
"Thank you," she said, still blushing. "I've never done anything like this before in my life - I mean, meeting someone like this - a man - I've never done it."
"Am I a disappointment?"
This time she felt like her face would break into flame. "Oh no! No way! I mean, like, you are not a disappointment - you are very nice looking - oh, my God. Listen to me. I'm sorry. I'm not very good at making new friends. I get all nervous."
She brushed long dark hair back from her face and tried not to stare. 'Oh, my God! He's so cute.'
"I think you're doing just fine," he said with a smile. "I don't get out socially too much, either. Work keeps me pretty busy."
"But you have time to write," she said before she'd given that more thought, the statement making her blush ever harder.
"Yes, I do." He took a sip of his coffee. "I like to write - it's a kind of catharsis - gets a lot of fantasy out of my head and onto paper. Cheaper than a shrink."
They looked at each other, then laughed - a kind of laughter that takes the starch out of tensions. Still looking at each other, both sipped their drinks.
"So - you said you were in school. College?"
"I should be. I'm a year behind in school. I'm a senior. My folks held me back a grade when I didn't study enough or turn in my papers."
"Good for them, he said without apology. "Education is important. Don't waste time in school - don't let it slip by. Study and get a good education. It pays, believe me."
"You must have gone to college."
"I did. You go, too if you can. Really."
She looked down at her hands and tabletop, fidgeting with a napkin and making an effort to mop up the damp spot her drink had made on the Formica surface. He was so good- looking she was having difficulty concentrating on the conversation - instead letting images from his stories undress in her mind.
They chatted about his work and her school - about music and the kind each liked - about endless trivia until Elliot, swirling the last of his coffee in the bottom of his cup said, "Well - any plans for the afternoon? It's only three thirty."
"I don't have to be home until five." "What would you like to do?"
She knew, and feared that he could see it in her face. Feeling heat rise again in her cheeks, she looked up into those blue eyes. "I shouldn't say . . . "
He looked out the window. "Want to take a ride? I'm a very safe driver."
She looked at this man - and the decision fell from her lips like ripe fruit from a tree. "Sure - I trust you. But don't make me wrong."
"I won't."
He unlocked the door for her, and shut it after looking at her shapely legs and the way her short skirt had scooted high up her thighs. She made no attempt to pull it back down. He went around to the driver side, got in, buckled up and started the motor. They backed out of the spot and were on the freeway in just a few minutes.
She loved the sound of the engine and the way he drove - every move as smooth as pleasure. The traffic was lighter when he turned off the freeway and took a short twisting road up into the hills. Had she looked in the rear view mirror she could have almost seen her home.
"My place," he said, pulling into a driveway of an expensive ranch style home and turning off the motor. "Want to have a look? We'll leave anytime you say."
"Sure," she said, and smiled, large dark almond shaped eyes almost too large for a pretty face. "You have a really nice place."
"It's home," he nodded, getting out and opening her door.
Melissa swung her legs out, and before taking an offered hand, she sat, legs spread, skirt so high up pretty thighs she could see the crotch of her white satin thong when she glanced down. So could Elliot, and he was looking.
Watching his eyes, she let him. When their eyes finally met, she took his hand and stood.
"Nice legs," he said, and smiled. "You really are a very pretty girl"
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"Thank you, again - but I wish I was taller. I'm the shortest girl in school. Even the freshman girls are taller. Maybe I'll never grow."
"You're very pretty, Melissa. Don't knock yourself. You are far prettier than most, believe me."
She flushed, hotly, "Oh, my God! You make me blush too much."
"No reason to be embarrassed. You have a great figure - it's perfect - everything about you. Haven't you looked in the mirror? You are one of the cutest girls I've ever seen."
"You're saying that."
"Not so. I've known a few women and you put the majority to shame if looks are any criteria. You may be small - but everything is in the right proportion."
Melissa looked down at the curve of her breasts under the cotton blouse. "I wish these were bigger."
"They're perfect for your height and figure," said Elliot, unable not to stare at the length of the nipples that were tenting the white blouse. "They're better than perfect if you ask me."
Another blush - and a nervous giggle.
"Want to see inside?" he asked, hand sweeping toward the front door. "It's not overly decorated - I like zero clutter - oriental rugs. I like well made things - art, furniture, music - girls."
Melissa giggled and took his hand. "Sure - as long as I get home by five."
"You have just over an hour," he said, opening the front door.
CHAPTER 2
She followed him through the house as he gave a guided tour. It was quite lovely - everything - the art and furniture - everything. She found herself wishing her mother's taste in interiors was as clean. His library was impressive - and the computer workstation, too.
"This is where you write?" she asked, touching the edge of a large antique maple desk.
"This is the place," he nodded, corner of mouth curved in a smile, a dimple - a nicely chiseled chin.
"Nice view," she said, looking out the window and across the valley, wondering what was happening at home.
"Melissa - may I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Why did you want to meet me?"
She studied his face - that way he stood with one hand in his pocket, head tilted just a bit to one side.
"Your stories. I wondered what kind of man you were - you know, based on what I read. You sure made me think naughty things."
He smiled. "Nice to know. Do you ever act naughty?"
She blushed hotly. "Not really - I think about it - I get hot." "And?"
"And what?"
"What do you do when you get hot?"
She wet overly-full lips with the tip of her tongue - felt too warm - felt the moist heat in the crotch of her thong. "What do I do?"
"Un-huh."
She took the huge step, relived that he was leading her on, eager to let him be the one in control. "Masturbate."
"If I show you the new story I'm working on - if I let you read it now - will you show me?"
She felt the small trickle of perspiration running down her back - suddenly quivered as though she just experienced an electrical shock. "You'll just watch? You won't try anything weird"
"Not me. Not unless you want me to. You read - I'll watch. "Elliot - I came over because it was time. I'm tired of waiting."
Eager to touch herself - freshly shaved cunt lips ripe for pleasure, she sat in his big chair at the monitor. For the next five minutes she read the new story, miniskirt pulled up around slim hips, fingers pressed into the warm damp cleft in her panties.
She spread her legs wide as a climax approached and jiggled her fingers over a now swollen clit. The sensation of slippery satin on sensitive flesh made her tremble uncontrollably as an orgasm burst through every fiber of her body. Eyes closing, gasping for air, kaleidoscopic lights flashed behind eyelids.
"Oh. my GOD! I'm getting one! Oh, my GOD! Oh, my GOD! I'm cumming so hard! I'm getting so wet!" Teeth clenched, she pressed the satin deeper, slippery crotch sliding just enough that she reached a powerful orgasm again. "Oh, my GOD! It feels so good! Oh, my GOD! I've never done this in front of anyone, Elliot! Oh, my GOD! I am so hot! I want to do it, Elliot. I don't want to wait any more . . . "
"That's good," he whispered, touching the back of her neck, watching her masturbate, stunned by the young girl's beauty and innocence - and the level of her passion. He massaged her neck and scalp as the teenager finger- fucked herself to delirium. "That's good - that's a good girl, Melissa - make yourself cum - make yourself cum again."
Eyes glazed with pleasure, she turned the chair and looked up into Elliot's intenseness. Legs spread wide, a finger under the edge of the crotch of her thong, she licked large nipple-pink lips with a broad soft pink tongue.
"I wish a guy would do that to me," she whispered, indicating a paragraph that went into graphic detail about the man going down on the girl. "No one's ever done that to me . . . "
Elliot knelt between her thighs. "You have a beautiful little pussy, Melissa. It's beautiful."
She blushed, furiously, and gasped as he pressed his face into her crotch and covered the smooth lips of her cunt with his mouth. There was just the slightest sensation of his five-o-clock-shadow against the insides of her thighs.
She opened her blouse and began playing with her nipples as he sucked, pinching and twisting them until she thought she'd faint. The sensation of a tongue dancing over her clit, the way he licked and tenderly sucked brought her to a climax, the heights of which she'd never reached while masturbating.
"Lick me!" she squealed, "don't quit licking me - please - it's SO good - it's making me get my climax SO good!"
He licked until she caught him by his ears and held his mouth and tongue away from her over-sensitive clit. "Wait - wait! It's too intense! Let me rest a second, okay?"
Elliot looked up and smiled. "Like that?"
"Oh, my God! It was so intense! No wonder girls love it. You made me so hot. I've never gotten one like that before."
"Are you on the pill?" he asked, fly open, a very rigid cock in hand.
"Un-huh," she said, staring at the long thick erection, wanting to fuck so badly she feared she might scream. "Just this year. My folks don't know. I wanted bigger breasts."
"Your breasts are beautiful - like they are," he said, admiring the perfect curves and long swollen nipples. "I liked doing that to you - that sure got me going. Do you want to do it? Are you ready for this?"
Still staring at his cock she nodded and scooted forward in the chair. While kneeling, erection at the perfect level, he let her hold it after positioning the crest between the lips of her pussy. She was chewing her lower lip, narrow hips making little thrusts as he pulled her closer.
"Do me, Elliot - fuck me. Oh, my God!" she gasped, as the head and a few inches slipped into her cunt, "I want you to fuck me. I'm so ready. Oh, my God! That feels so good - go more - fuck me - it feels so good - make it go in me deeper."
CHAPTER 3
Hands on her butt, he pulled her to him and drove in all the way, grinding his groin against her smooth crotch as she pulled the thong out of the way. She was gasping for air, legs spread, heels bouncing on the floor as he pistoned into her as fast as hips could move.
"Fuck - you are so tight . . . "
"It feels so good - when you rub me like that - it feels like I'm going to pee!"
"You're not - you're just getting hotter - I'm going to make you cum - tell me when you're getting close . . . "
She was sweating, but nodded, lower lip still prisoner between pearly teeth. He varied the strokes, length and speed, and shuddered with lust when she started playing with her clit.
"Masturbate - finger yourself - make yourself cum . . . "
"I am!" she moaned, entire body quivering, "I'm cumming real good! Oh, my God! Fuck me! This feels so good!"
"I'm going to cum . . . " he gasped, trying to hold back, but so close that he knew that he couldn't.
"Not in me!" she hissed - not inside me - not yet - let me suck you instead." "Melissa - quick - I can't hold back . . . "
She pushed him back and fell onto him, fingers slick with girl gush, slick as the satin fabric of her thong.
She felt her cheeks burning with excitement - felt vaginal contractions making the crotch of her thong even wetter as she focused on the large dark crest of the manhood that had just given her such pleasure. It was the first erection she'd ever seen, and the desire to take it in her mouth was unbearable.
"Cum in my mouth . . . "
She captured the swollen head between plump lips, pulled uncircumcised flesh back and swirled her tongue around the cunt-flavored crest, loved the taste and texture. She sucked just like she'd learned from reading his stories. It seemed so natural.
The scent of male arousal and the slipperiness of pre- cum increased her eagerness to make him reach orgasm - to shoot a load of warm cum in her mouth.
She lusted for the taste - lusted for the feeling of a man's cock throbbing in her mouth as it unloaded semen - wanted to swallow like the girl in the story - felt herself reaching orgasm - felt the tingling rush of excitement as she sucked rigid flesh.
"I'm cumming, Melissa . . . " he gasped, hips raised from the floor.
Sucking harder, she felt her cunt gush in harmony with the wild surge of semen that began overflowing her mouth. She only pulled back out of a desire to take the gush in her mouth, to fill it, to savor the taste and texture of a man's ultimate excitement.
The slightly salty, swimming pool ambrosia was unlike anything she'd eaten - but she lusted after it, sucked trying to get more, mewed and moaned while frigging herself to explosive climaxes. She didn't count but there must have been eight or more huge surges of his excitement.
Her wet little cunt continued to spasm as she milked man-seed into her mouth, sucking and nursing on rigid flesh as though her very life depended on it.
"You're such a good girl . . . " he whispered, caressing her cheeks and hair.
Breathing in through her nose, she continued to swallow on the insistent source of new pleasure until she realized the flow had stopped, that there wouldn't be more.
What had been, was no longer rigid, and she released him from a mouth completely coated with cum. A long sigh signaled her deepest sense of satisfaction.
"God, there was so MUCH - do you cum like that every time?"
"I'm not sure," he said, the same boyish smile at the corner of his mouth.
She was still trying to swallow, but said, "I think you better drive me home now before I get in trouble." Then she sucked every trace of semen from his cock and carefully tucked it back in his pants. "Did I do it okay?" she asked, patting the concealed treasure contentedly.
"Very nice," he said, zipping up. "I hope it was good for you. You are such a beautiful girl. Now - go to the bathroom and freshen up before I drive you home. If your folks smell your breath . . . "
"Elliot," she said, getting up and wiping her mouth, "I'm so happy, Elliot. I wanted to do that for so long. I was glad it was with you. I'll freshen up." She started to leave the room, then turned and looked at him. "This won't be the last time, will it?"
"I won't say no. But don't get serious, okay? I think I just got used to it." "You did," she said, and giggled, knowing he knew the truth.
She washed her hands, crotch and thighs, and tried to dry the crotch of her thong with the hairdryer she found on the vanity. When she thought she could pass the parental inspection, she left the bathroom. Elliot was waiting at the front door.
He drove her home and dropped her off as asked, a few doors away from where she lived. She didn't want parents seeing her getting out of Elliot's Porsche. That might be too much to explain.
"I'll send you an email," she said, brushing hair back and checking her skirt. "Thank you for being so sweet."
"Glad you liked the taste."
"Elliot! You are so bad! I gotta go. Thanks for the ride home."
"You're a little darling, Melissa. You're absolutely adorable."
He smiled, nodded, and drove off with a simple wave of one hand. She went inside and found her mom in the den.
"Hi, mom. Need any help with dinner?"
Her mom looked up from the monitor. "No, baby. It's in the oven."
"Daddy home yet?"
"He's on his way. How was school?"
Already on her way to her room, Melissa tossed the answer over her shoulder like a towel. "Great, mom. I learned a lot today. Things I really needed to know."
"That's nice, baby, Education is important. Good grades. Keep 'em up, sweetheart."
"I will," said Melissa, almost laughing, picturing Elliot's thick erection, wanting to fuck him again and again. "I'll keep 'em up REAL good!"