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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
	You know the drill: Erotica blah, blah, blah; Legal age yadda,
yadda, yadda; Do not do this nag, nag, nag. 


INFORMATION
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Next Door Neighbor


	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 2

	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 go 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 then, 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
supposed 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.

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"The scary thing about those clods in Washington is: if they
all fell over dead tomorrow, we could probably have another
bunch just like them elected within a month."
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