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Subject: {ASSM} Hoops Dream Girl (Mf)
Date: Tue,  4 Dec 2001 01:10:03 -0500
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Hoops Dream Girl (Mf)

I was shooting hoops at one of those community multi-purpose parks.
The ones with the basketball hoops, the baseball fields, the soccer
fields, and probably peewee football.  Sometimes on weekends, I
could swear they were all going on at the same time.

I'm Dave.  32-years old, an even six foot tall, 185 pounds, brown
hair, brown eyes.  I work in the computer field for a good financial
company in Los Angeles.  I work good hours.  Go in early, get off
early, and then go over to the park to play some solo basketball.
I do this to try to stay in shape.

The only other people around the park are usually middle school kids.
At least I think they are that age.  I have so much trouble telling
age now that I'm a little older.  Sometimes while I'm playing, boys
will come up to me and ask if I want to play a game, but I always
refuse.  It would be two-on-one but I just can't see playing against
two boys that are so much smaller than me, I'd block just about every
shot they put up.

I was married at age 22 to my college girlfriend.  We decided to have
children right away and discovered we had fertility problems.  My
come (aka cum), while plenty in quantity, had no living sperm.  So my
wife left me.  Left me for some bum at her work.  She ended up getting
pregnant, but he refused to marry her.  I think he got a job somewhere
else to escape her.  Serves Carrie right.  But enough about my ex-wife.
She still makes me angry.

So I was divorced by age 25.  I've had a few girlfriends since then,
but the longest was only three months.  Most of my sexual relationships
now are on internet webcams and picture and movie sites now.  Sadly, I
haven't been actually laid since 28.  A friend invited me to his church
two years ago.  I've been going ever since.  There are some pretty,
single women there, but all they talk about is religion and stuff.  I
guess I'm a phony.  I guess I just like to help out.  I refill the back
of the pews with envelopes and other literature they want people to see
on Sunday services.

I'd been going to this park for almost a year now.  Shooting hoops
after work every workday and even on Saturday.  I get weekends off from
work.  Sundays I go to church and then there is football all day this
time of year.  So it was on the first Tuesday of October that my life
suddenly changed.  Perhaps it was the first little wire inside my head
shorting out.  I just don't know.  But something changed inside me.

There are six baskets at the park, three full courts, and I was at the
east one.  Boys were playing half court at both ends of the west court.
The middle courts were missing nets and so were not as popular.  I was
near the end of the time I spend there.  Almost ready to go home.   I
had just drained a shot from three-point range and was retrieving the
ball when four girls come to the other half of the full court I was on.

Now I often see girls at the park, but I've thought nothing of it.
Sometimes I notice a girl who has large tits for her age, but again
I've never thought of them sexually.  They're just teen girls after
all or maybe a little younger.  But, here in the midst of these girls,
was a girl that grabbed my attention.  She was a little taller than the
other three girls,  light brown hair held back in a ponytail to keep it
off her neck, good complexion, and alert eyes.  This vision was wearing
proper basketball apparel.  The right shorts, the right shirt, and an
unnumbered basketball jersey over her shirt.

I dribbled the ball, as I slowly walked back out to three-point range.
It took a lot of effort but I yanked my eyes away from her.  I shot the
ball and clanked one off the front of the rim.  As I got the rebound
and turned my eyes back toward the girls, I saw her teaching the
youngest girl on how to hold your hands when shooting a basket.  This
impressed me.  She was smart and a leader.

I knew I was watching her too much and I should just take my
basketball and go home, but I stayed.  I didn't shoot too much.  Just
enough so it wouldn't look like I was staring.  And I definitely was
staring.

They played two-on-two basketball for a while and eventually went home.
I watched her leave.  She was athletic.  She had a shapely butt.  She
had just a slight uprising of tits which was a little disappointing,
but beyond that she was perfect.

I was winded as I walked back to my car.  I'd stayed twice as long
as I usually do.  Admittedly the last half was slower, but I still
stayed a little active to keep up appearances.

It's a short drive home and my work is nearby also.  I pondered my
thoughts about this girl.  Fifteen? I thought.  Was I really
thinking about a fifteen year old girl?  I tried to push her out of
my mind.  I took a cool shower.  As I dried off, my mind came back to
her.  My cock became erect and hard.  I left reality and I imagined
her sitting on my bathroom sink.  Her legs spread wide.  My cock going
in and out of her pussy.  I came in the sink.  I washed the sticky
liquid down the drain.  I had trouble sleeping that night.

Wednesday, the next day, I was as usual on the courts shooting hoops.
I waited a little longer than typical to see if my vision would show
up again.  She never did.  That night, I envisioned her in the shower
with me as I masturbated.

The next day, she wasn't there either.  I didn't jack-off over her
this time.  I didn't see her the rest of the week.  I had pretty much
forgotten about her and was a little relieved she was gone.  I
couldn't get past the feeling that it was wrong to be thinking about
the young girl so often.  Including fantasizing about her.  What was
I thinking?  How stupid.

I was in my normal routine at the basketball courts the next week when
on Thursday, she appeared again.  She was with two of the girls from
the previous time .  The girl she taught last time wasn't with them.
They shot around for a while.

I had just sunk a shot when I heard a voice behind me.  It was her.
She was standing at my free throw line.  The other two girls stood
just a little behind her.

"Do you want to play a game?" she asked.  I instantly loved her voice.
Could I do anything else?

I looked at these three girls.  So much smaller than me.  I always
turned down the boys for games.  However...

"Sure," I said, without hesitation.

"How about me and Maria," she said, referring to the dark-haired
Hispanic looking girl "against you and Heather."  Heather was a
brunette who sadly already had some acne problems.  She was the
shortest of the girls.  The look of her face said she didn't really
want to be on my team.  I knew of an instant solution.

"We can play three-on-one," I suggested.  "I'm taller than you, so
that's a good advantage."  Plus, I didn't add, if anyone has seem
girls basketball, it's like mens but only in slow motion.  I saw
Heather's eyes brighten.

"Okay," said the my fantasy.  I think her voice said she liked that
idea, since she thought she might have a chance to win now.

"My name's Dave," I said, sticking out my hand.  The sex part of my
brain was working faster than the rationale part of my brain.  I
knew I had stuck out my hand for the sole purpost to touch her.

"Amanda," she said.  I knew her name!  "This is Maria and Heather."
She pointed at each girl, not realizing she's already said their
names.

Amanda...Amanda...Amanda.   My mind rolled her name in my head.

"Who has outs, Amanda?" said Maria.

"Go ahead," I said.

Amanda...Amanda...Amanda.   Mandy.  That would be my special name for
her.  Mandy.

We played basketball.  Amanda...Mandy was pretty good.  The other
girls needed practice.  My brain was only half on basketball.  I'd
ease up occassionally and let the girls get some shots off and then
turn it back on again to keep the game close.  The other half of my
brain was on Mandy and teen girls in general.  I'm sure another wire
in my brain shorted out.  I'd reach in to try to knock the basketball
out of their hands and "inadvertently" brush against their tits.
Maria and Heather had some tits.  Not very big yet, but they were
still young.  Mandy would try to back up on me to shoot.  I'd put my
hand on her back to slow down any drive attempts to the basket.
Later, however I put a hand on her back and on her butt.  She didn't
seem to notice.  I think I accidentally groped one of Maria's tits.
I say accidentally because I'm sure I wasn't thinking rationally.
Maria  became quick to get rid of the ball when it came to her.  I had
to be careful.

Eventually the game ended.  The girls won by two baskets.

"Congratulations," I said when Mandy sank the winning basket.

I looked into Mandy's eyes.  "Amanda," I said "you are a very good
basketball player."  I lightly put my hand on her shoulder when I
spoke my compliment and then immediately took it off.  I wanted to
touch her, but I wasn't about to get myself arrested and I was still
thinking logically enough to not go and scare her off.  I was a
little concerned what Maria might say as they walked home.

I masturbated twice that night.  My fantasy's name was Mandy.

Mandy wasn't at the courts on Friday or Saturday, but she was there
on Monday.  She was alone.

"Hi, Dave," she greeted me with a friendly smile.

"Hi, Amanda," I responded with an even happier smile.  "Where's
Maria and Heather?" I asked.  I didn't really want to know.

"They wanted to do something else, but I wanted to play basketball,"
she said.  "Dad says the only way to get better is to play someone
better than you.  I want to be really good."

"You got a smart dad," I complimented.  I appreciated that her dad's
wisdom encouraged her to seek out someone like me, but I imagined he
wouldn't like me at all if he knew I was so fatally enamored with his
daughter.  No, I don't think he'd like that one bit.

We played a little one-on-one and then just shot around.  My long-
range shot was on today.  That was surprising because usually I clank
it when I'm trying to impress someone.

"How do you make all those shots?" my Mandy asked me.  "Can you teach
me?"

"I don't know," I truthfully said.  "I don't have any training.  The
main thing for me is to shoot the ball up in a high arc and not
flatline the ball too much.  If I flatline the ball, it just clanks
around.   You're not at tall as me so you don't have to worry about
that.  You always have to shoot it up to make it."

She nodded her head.  I guess I made sense to her.

I raised my hand for high-fives when she made particularly good shots.
Anything to just touch my dream girl.  Even if it was just a slap on
the hand.

"You on a team?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said.  "It's sort of like little league."  I thought she
sounded embarrassed.  "I hope to be on the high school team when I'm
a freshman."  That idea obviously made her happy

"You're good," I said.  "You'll make the team."

"Well, I gotta go," she said.  "See you later."

"Bye," I said, sadly.  My heart ached.

During the night, I woke up in a bad sweat.  In my dream, I was beaten
up by a man for crashing the car I had taken from him.  I knew as soon
as I woke up what my dream symbolized.  I tossed and turned trying to
fall back asleep.  I knew I needed to go somewhere else to play
basketball.  I needed to stay away from her.  I finally jacked-off
with the fantasy of her on top of me riding my cock and I fell
peacefully back asleep.

She was at the courts again on Wednesday...with Heather.  We played
some two-on-one and I didn't let up and won the game.  I'd give them
both high-fives for the shots they made.  I gave more to Mandy.
During the game I managed to give a good press of the palm of my hand
against the side of Heather's left tit and a front press of her right
tit.  Heather acted as if it was inadvertent.  It wasn't.

During the game, Mandy dribbled the ball, her back was to me.  I put
both my hands on her waist and held her.  I was surprised how thin
she was.  How small she was.  It shouldn't have been a surprise
considering she was not yet a fully mature woman, but I still was.
It almost seemed like my fingers could touch each other around her
waist.

"Hey, that's not fair," she protested.

I laughed as I released her.

She laughed and smiled too.  She was having fun.  I liked that.

I saw her the next day, but from a distance.  She walked with
Maria and Heather.  It was a sad day.

The next Monday, she was back and she was alone again.  We played
one-on-one.  One time when she was about to shoot, I loosely grabbed
both of her wrists in my hands.  The ball slipped from her hands.

"Hey, foul!" Mandy said, laughing.  I loved her laugh.  I loved to
hear her laugh.

"You just dropped the ball is all," I teased.  I still held her hands
up.

"Foul!" she repeated.  She pulled her arms down and so the feel of
her touch slipped out of my hands.  She retrieved the ball.

On Friday she was at the courts with Maria, Heather, and the other
girl I'd seen that first time Mandy got my attention.  They played
together and didn't come over to me.  Mandy waved to me when they
all left and I waved back.  Seeing her and not interacting with her
was harder than not seeing her.

I didn't see her at all over the next week which was Halloween week.
I imagined her as my princess and I was her prince.  She was dressed
in a elegant flowing gown and we danced and danced and danced....and
then we had sex.  My imagination always led me to sex with Mandy.

Tuesday, she was back.  My heart felt like it almost leapt out of my
chest when I saw her walk to the courts with her basketball.

"Hi, Amanda," I said happily  "I missed you."

She just shrugged her shoulders.

It wasn't the reaction I wanted, but I was just happy to be near her
again.

During the one-on-one, she dribbled across the court trying to
manuever closer to the court and she stumbled and fell.  I was
instantly crouched down by her side, even before she could cry out in
pain.  Her hands were down on her right leg by her ankle.

"You okay?" I said, concerned.  I didn't want to see my angel get
hurt and be in pain.

I put my hands on her ankle and slowly turned it.

"Mmmpph!" she groaned, when I turned it a certain way.

"I think you just twisted it a little.  Just a sprain," I said.  I
wanted to make sure she knew she was okay.

"My leg's starting to cramp up now," she added.

"Just lay back," I said "Let me try to take care of that cramp."

She laid back on the hardcourt.  It wasn't the greatest thing to be
laying with your head on an outdoor basketball court, but when you're
in pain you make some compromises.

I massaged her lower right leg with my hands. I tried to be firm, but
I was afraid of hurting her.  Her breath was hard while her cramp
twitched in her leg.  Finally I heard her breath ease and the
tightness in her muscle relaxed.  When her breath was normal again,
I absent-mindedly rubbed her leg with my hands.  My eyes were open
but they saw nothing.  I dazed.

She began to sit up and it startled me back to alertness.  I noticed
my moving hands and took them off her leg.

"Let me help you," I said.

I stood up, crouched over her, we grabbed each others wrists, and I
pulled her onto her feet.  She put her right foot down gingerly,
and lifted it up as soon as it touched the ground, and then put it
back down.  She slowly started to walk around on it.  I wanted to
follow her around and walk next to her, but I thought better of it.

She started to walk solidly now.  I knew our short time today was
sadly at an end, already.

"You should go on home, Amanda.  Rest your leg," I suggested.  I
felt conflicted between wanting to be with her and wanting her to be
healthy.  "We'll play again, later."

She refused my offer of a ride home.  She said she could walk home.
It wasn't that far away.  Plus, it would keep her leg loose.  I was
personally glad she declined my offer.  I really didn't want to meet
anyone in her family.  I didn't need to know them, they didn't need
to know me.

As expected, I didn't see her for the rest of the week, but she
returned the following Monday.  We just shot around.  She wasn't
one hundred percent yet.  Her shot was on though.  She made some
great long-range shots.  I did a fist pump into her stomach when
she knocked them down.

On Thursday, Mandy was at the courts with the short girl.  I found
out her name was Kortnee.  We played two-on-one.  Kortnee needed the
practice.  I practically didn't need to guard her.  She missed shot
after shot.

I was a little bolder today.  Just another sign of a wire frying in my
brain.  All the wires that fried seemed to be connected to the
sensible part of the brain.

Mandy started to drive around me to my left when I whipped out my left
arm and pulled her to me.  I was amazed at how light she was as I
lifted her off the ground.  Again, I had to remind myself that she was
not a full grown woman.

"Hey!" Mandy exclaimed.

The ball spilled out and Kortnee picked it up and shot it.  She made
it too!

"Yeah, Kortnee," Mandy cheered and laughed as I held Mandy's backside
against my front.

I guess I was in nirvana as I held her and she giggled in my grip.

I held her too long.

"Okay!" she said, a little crossly, as she struggled out. Her laughter
waned.  Noticing my mistake, I released her.  Oh, shit! I thought.  I
just fucked up!

"Nice shot, Kortnee!" I said.  I didn't know what the best thing to
do right now, so I decided to ignore it and pretend it didn't happen.

We played on.  In my head I struggled between whether things were now
changed or things were still the same.  I thought things were changed,
but I couldn't think clearly.  The rest of the time I was in a little
dark cloud.

That night at home, I was so sad and heartbroken.  I couldn't even
masturbate in fantasy to Mandy.

Mandy was at the courts on Monday again.  Just her.  I decided the
only time I would purposely touch her was with some high-fives.  I
sighed in relief that night.  Things were back to normal.  My come
load was large in my jack-off fantasy.  It was one of the best ever.

She was there again on Tuesday and again on Thursday.  On Thursday,
she told me she wouldn't be around until after Thanksgiving.  She'd
try her best to be here that first Monday in December.  She didn't
like being away from basketball for so long.

"I'll miss you," I said.

I held her shoulders in my hands and leaned in and lightly kissed
her on her left cheek.

"You stay safe.  Don't sprain any ankles," I advised.

Mandy inattentively rubbed her cheek where I just kissed her.  She
seemed distant to me.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said, coming out of her fog.

"See you soon, Mandy," I said.  I picked up my basketball and walked
to my car.  I purposely used my pet name.

"Bye," she said.

The absence went okay.  I wasn't sure how my relationship was going,
but I felt pretty good about it.  Confident, yet not confident.  I
went to my sister's on Thanksgiving with her husband and three
children, ages 6, 4, and 1.  I had a good time.

The first Monday in December came just in time.  I started to yearn
for Mandy hard.  My heart started to feel crushed.

Mandy was at the courts before I arrived this time.

"Hi," she said.  Her smile was big.  I think she was genuinely happy
to see me.  I hoped I read her right.

"Welcome back," I replied.  "You have a good Thanksgiving?  Stuff
yourself with turkey?"

"I had an okay time," she said, flatly, "I missed playing basketball
a lot."

"I missed you a whole lot too," I replied.  I knew she didn't say
she missed me, but I just had to make sure this girl knew I cared for
her.  But I didn't want to come on too strong.  "I thought about you
a lot."

We played, but she was off her game.  She was distracted.  She
brightened however when it was time to go our separate ways.

"Bye, Dave," she said.  She grabbed my arms and pulled me forward.
I bent down and she kissed me on the cheek.

When she let me go, I rubbed her arms lightly with my hands and gave
her a soft kiss on the cheek.  The same one I kissed previously.

"Bye, Mandy,"  I said.

She was there the next day.  Again, she was distracted until it was
time for us to part.  She repeated her kiss on my cheek, but on my
other cheek this time.

This time I kissed her deliberately on both cheeks.

"Your so athletic and so pretty too," I told her.  Her face lightly
reddened.  It was the first time I'd seen her blush.

"See you tomorrow, Dave," she said.

"Bye, Mandy," I replied.

My heart skipped a beat on that last phrase she said. I broke it down
again and again in my head.  First, there's an implied "I' in the
sentence.  The 'I' is the speaker.  In this case, Mandy.  The word
'See' - that's visual.  'You' - that would be me.  'Tomorrow' - the
very next day.  I would see my basketball girl the very next day!

On Wednesday on our parting, she kissed both of my cheeks.

I kissed her chin.  I heard a sigh escape as her lips which
slightly parted.  My hands rubbed her from her waist to her hips.

On Thursday, she finally asked me the question I waited for.

"Why do you call me, Mandy?" she asked.

"It's my special name for you," came my prepared answer.  It had
been two months since I first saw her.  I had time to prepare.

I continued on, "It's my sign of affection for you.  It's my way of
showing you I care a lot about you.  When I don't see you, my heart
aches and I get very sad."

"Really?" Mandy asked, in surprise.

"I like you a whole lot..." I said with a deliberate pause,
"...Mandy.  I want to be the only one who is allowed to call you
Mandy."

"I like you too," she said quietly.  She was unsure of her feelings.

On Friday, there was danger.  I on the court shooting hoops waiting
for Mandy.  I nailed one from three-point range,  when a girl's
voice interrupted me.

"Do you have a quarter I can borrow?" she asked.

Upon seeing the speaker of the voice my mind immediately
activated.  She looked to be about twelve.  Shoulder length, light
brown hair.  Thin and small like most twelve year olds.  What I
noticed was her young budding tits pushing out from her simple
blue t-shirt.  Nothing really special about them.  Not an uncommon
size for a twelve-year old.  It's just what I immediately focused
on.  I was realizing my fascination with Mandy started to increase
the thoughts in my head about all the pubescent girls I saw
everywhere.  This worried me.  I was bound to get myself in
trouble.

I did have a quarter in my pocket.  My mind raced.  What if I asked
to put my hand on her shirt over one of her tits for a couple of
seconds, would she let me?  Would she let me use both hands on both
tits for fifty cents?  What was I thinking!  This girl was a
stranger.  Would she tell someone?  I was making decent progress
with Mandy.  Why risk blowing this chance?

"No," I lied just a second after she asked.  I turned back to the
basketball hoop.  I didn't want to risk changing my mind by
looking at her any longer.

When Mandy arrived, all my disturbing thoughts, no matter how
rational they really were, left my mind.

We played ball.  I felt she purposely touched my arms and my chest,
so I replied and touched her arms and belly.  We only played about
half our normal time when she stopped.

"I like how I feel when you touch me," Mandy said, shyly.

I tried not to let my jaw hit the ground.  I hoped to here this,
but I guess the exact moment took me by surprise.

"I like the touch of your skin," I said.  Not bad for an impromptu.
At least I didn't immediately just say 'I like to feel your body'.

"I like how you make me feel when I touch you," I added.

"I make you feel?" Mandy said.  It hadn't occurred to her that I
might enjoy it to.

"You make me feel good," I said.  I felt my cock start to get semi-
hard.  This would make it difficult to play basketball.

"I'd like it if we could touch each other more," I continued on.
"We'd have to do it somewhere else."

"Where?" Mandy asked.

This was a question I wanted to hear.  My heart jumped into my
cock and I was now at full erection.  I needed to adjust myself.

"I have an idea," I said.

I told Mandy to walk over to the far corner of the park which I
pointed at.  I'd get in my car and pick her up.  I'd explain in a
second why she couldn't get directly into my car.

I got into my 8-year old two-door Acura.  It was blue.  It had been
a very reliable car for me.  I drove over to Mandy.  She opened the
door and sat down and I drove off.

"Mandy,"  I said, as I drove, not sure where I was going yet, "some
people would look at me and you together and think it was wrong."

"We could tell them it's okay," Mandy said.

I shook my head.   "It doesn't matter.  There's enough people who
think that way, that we'd get in trouble.  I don't want to get in
trouble and it would break my heart to see you in trouble."

"This has to be just me and you, okay?" I asked.  "Not even your
girlfriends."

"Okay," she said.

I didn't know where to go.  I thought about the big shopping mall, but
was concerned that the mall patrol would check out any car away from
everyone else.  Besides Christmas was coming, parking was starting to
get hard to come by.

I drove by a strip mall.   It had a grocery store, drug store, and
some assorted shops.  Some fast food restaurants were on the street
side of the mall.  There was a bank in there that had closed.  I
pulled into the last possible entrance to the strip mall and drove
toward the bank.  There were no other cars near it.  I parked on a
side out of obvious view, but not something stupid like in the
abandoned drive-thru lane.

"Let me put your seat back," I said.  I reached over, my arm trailed
over her belly and I pulled the lever.  Her seat went back and I then
put my own seat back.

It was annoying to have the emergency brake between us, but we did
okay.  I leaned over.  I stroked her face softly with my hand.  She
just looked into my face and watched me.

"You are so beautiful," I whispered.

Mandy gave me a little, reserved smile.  She was nervous.  And that
was understandable.

I started to bring my face toward hers and she moved forward to meet
me.  My lips were just millimeters from her own and it was as if I
could feel an electric current between us.

Our lips lightly touched!  I could feel a current surge into my head.
I'm sure it fried out several more of those annoying "rational"
brain cells.

We kissed.  My hand rubbed her belly lightly.  She moved her lips to
mine and we touched again.  My hand went softly to her face and we
kissed a little deeper.

I felt my breathing increase.  I spied an eye at the dashboard clock.
We'd have to leave in about fifteen minutes.  I had to slow myself
down or I'd be going to jail for forcible rape.  I didn't want to
do that with my beautiful Mandy.

"Let me caress your body," I said, as I parted from her lips.

"Okay," she said, breathily.

I raised up a little and started to run my hands along her legs.  Her
legs were bare from her sneakers to her shorts.  I rubbed the bare
skin of her legs all the way up and down on the outside of her legs.
On the inside of her legs, my hands only traced as far up as her
knees.  I didn't feel confident to go any higher.  I wanted to. Oh, I
sure wanted to, but I still had a few brain cells left that provided
thoughts of "restraint".

Her loose fitting basketball-style shorts and jersey bunched up when
I moved my hand higher on her body, so I quickly abandoned rubbing her
hips and her sides.  I raised her jersey top off her belly and rubbed
her belly through her form fitting shirt.

I lifted my hands off her and carried them past her just-enough-to-
be-called tits, and caressed Mandy under her chin.

"Mmmm," she just slightly said and she raised her chin.

With improved access, I applied my affection in reverie.  My hands
came lightly to her cheeks.  Her eyes closed as I traced a finger
down her nose.  I outlined her eyebrows.  I recorded the shape of
her lips with my fingers.  I leaned over and gave her a soft kiss.
The sudden touch of my lips gave her a quick start, but then she
firmly returned my kiss.  Unwillingly, I again parted from Mandy,
my treasure.

"It's time to go home," I said with a heavy heart.  "I'd like to do
it again sometime."

I deliberately sat up and raised my seat back up before I changed my
mind.  It would do no good to have Mandy in trouble with her parents.

We didn't speak on the drive back to the park.  I think we were both
processing what was going on.  I'm sure we thought about it in
completely different manners.

I stopped the car where I picked her up.  She unlocked the door.

"Mandy, I'd kiss you, but somebody..." I trailed off.  "Nevermind."
I leaned over and gave her a quick kiss on the lips.  Hopefully,
nobody saw.  I wanted to savor her, but I couldn't do that in the
open.   My "sensible" brain cells kept imagining a room with bars on
it.

Mandy got out of the car.

"Bye," she said, smiling and started to walk away.

I glanced back in my car and immediately rolled down the power window
on her side.

"Mandy, your ball," I said.  I handed it to her through the open
window.

"Thanks," she said.  It wouldn't have been good to return home without
it.

"I had fun with you today," I said.

She gave me a wonderful smile that I took home and I wrapped myself
in it.  At home, I immediately assuaged my blue balls.

I was at the court as usual on Saturday.  I was yet to see Mandy
there on a Saturday, nor was she there today.  However, in further
evidence of the change in my brain patterns, I noticed every woman,
or girl if you want, from age eleven to twenty-one.  If the youngest
ones had tits, as least the obvious beginning of tits, I looked at
them.  I even glanced at the shapely young mothers with their toddlers
on the playground.  There was a couple of pretty twelve year old girls
near the bathroom.  I eyed a busty sixteen year old kicking a soccer
ball around with some friend.  There was also a mom with two toddlers
and an infant.  She had long blonde hair, blue eyes, nice large tits.
She was pregnant again.  She looked maybe only 24 or 25.  I figured if
I was married to her, I'd be fucking her constantly and pumping out
children too.  If I wasn't infertile that is.  Even better!  I could
just fuck her non-stop with "giving birth" breaks.  It disturbed me a
little that I was seeing all these young girls as potential sex
partners, but I had a relationship growing with Mandy, so it didn't
bother me too much.

On Monday, Mandy came again dressed in her standard basketball outfit
and carrying her basketball.  She noticed that I saw her and then
she changed direction and walked over to the corner where I picked
her up on Friday.

I gave her a quick peck on the cheek when she sat down in my car and
without hesitation drove to the same strip mall by the abandoned
bank.  We'd have a couple of hours this time.

We started by slowly kissing for a while.  My hand caressed her cheek
as our lips touched together again and again.  I rubbed her legs
again.  Her breathing became slightly audible at times.

Eventually, I asked, "May I take off your shoes and socks?  I'd love
to touch your feet."

"Okay," she replied toward my favor.

I reached down, but it was awkward.

"Could you raise your feet up a little?"

That was what I needed.  I untied each shoe, took them off, and
stuffed her removed socks in her shoes.

It was still awkward reaching her though.  Stupid emergency brakes!

"Let's have you lay sideways," I said with an idea.

Mandy ended up with her head and neck against the side of the
passenger door.  Her legs spilled over into my seat.  I was between
her legs.  A nice unplanned feature was it allowed Mandy to see me
caress and massage her legs and feet.  I also liked that I could see
her facial expressions as she watched me take her right foot and
softly rub and squeeze it between my hands.  I massaged each foot
equally and traced my fingers on her toes.  She jumped as a finger
went to the underside of the foot.

"Did I hurt you?" I said, concerned.  I didn't want to hurt her.

"Tickles," she explained.

I was mostly successful in not tickling her again.

I intently watched her face as I took each toe and lightly sucked on
it with my mouth.  I had a slight, devious smile as I began.  I
wanted to see how long it took her to realize what I was doing and
see what her reaction was.

Mandy was surprised at first, but she had a smiling laugh as she saw
me slowly and deliberately go from toe to toe and then back through
her toes again in the opposite direction.

My hands now ran up her legs.  I stopped again at the edge of her
shorts.  On the inside of her legs, I again stopped at her knees.  I
then tried to rub further up on the outside of her legs, but again
her loose shorts was not material easy to run one's hands over.

"I'd like you to wear regular shorts or pants or a skirt next time,
Mandy," I requested.

"My Mom thinks I'm out playing basketball," came Mandy's instant
reply.

Oh, yeah.  Duh!

I wasn't sure if I was ready to put a hand under her clothing and I
for sure knew she'd freak if I tried to pull her shorts down.  I
moved on.

I asked her to return to laying in her reclined seat in a normal
postion.  I caressed her arms.  My hands ran up and down.  I sometimes
teased her by slipping a finger into her armpit and eliciting a
ticklish response.  I took each of her thin long fingers and kissed
the fingertip.

The taste, texture and smell of Mandy gave me the hardest of
erections.  I moved uncomfortably in the car, but nothing was going
to stop me from loving my Mandy.

I caressed her face for a while until my princess Mandy spoke.

"May I touch you?" she asked, looking into my eyes.

"Of course," I replied.

I leaned back into my seat and she leaned over to me.  She began by
kissing me and her hand rubbed my chest.  I arched my back up and
pulled my shirt up until it was bunched under my armpits.  I wanted
skin-to-skin contact.  Without hesitation, she roamed her hands over
my chest.  She rubbed both of her hands firmly, focused more on my
chest, but then to my belly.

She took hold of my hand and pulled it to her face against her cheek.
I let her control where my hand went.  She kissed each finger in
imitation of me and then repeated with my other hand.

"I want to rub your legs too," she said.

We took the moments for me to sit in the seat sideways.  It was a
little more cramped for me, but we made do.  She started by taking
off my shoes and socks.  She took my right foot in her hands and
rubbed it.

"That feels really good, Mandy," I said in encouragement.  "You know
how to touch me just the right way."

She brought my foot toward her mouth, I though she was going to suck
my big toe, but she paused and decided to just kiss it instead.  I
didn't blame her and had no problem with her decision.  She kissed all
my other toes.

She ran her hands up my legs and just like me she stopped at my
shorts.  However, she also stopped at my shorts on the inside of my
legs and not the knees like I did.  I was keenly aware of her pussy
when I rubbed the inside of her legs.  I doubted she shared a similar
awareness of my cock.

She did decide to rub the outside of my legs over my shorts.  I loved
the touch of her hands.

"Your touch feels so good," I cooed.  I closed my eyes.

She stopped in mid-rub and my eyes popped open.  I followed Mandy's
gaze.  I was pretty certain she was looking at the large bulge in my
shorts.  I fought hard not to smile and I was successful.  She
resumed her rubbing.

"It times to go," I said.  I hated to break the mood.

"Ohhhhh," she groaned.

"Yeah, already," I said, solemnly.

"We have tomorrow," I said more cheerfully.

"Thursday," she said.  Her face grimaced.

Damn! I thought.

After the longest Tuesday and Wednesday in my life finally came and
went including two distracted days at work, I was again in the parking
lot with my Mandy.

We started out kissing once again and after a short while with some
gentle pulling, she was on top of me in the reclined driver's seat.
It would have been easy for me to get on top of her, but I didn't want
my Mandy to feel threatened.  I wanted her to be safe.

Our lips pressed harder together.  She was becoming passionate
with her kissing.  My hands roamed her back on top of her shirt, but
underneath her loose jersey.  I enjoyed the opportunity to feel the
firmness of her back.  She seemd so small on me.  When did I
get old and realize teens were so small and young?

She took a break to breathe.

"You make me feel in ways I've never felt before," she said.

"You make me feel good in new ways too," I said.  And it was true.
I'd never felt my cock feel harder.

We resumed kissing.  I rolled us on our sides and rubbed her side.  I
should have been concerned about accidentally touching the side of
her tit, but she didn't have enough tit, so I didn't touch it.

"You make my heart go pound-pound, Mandy," I said.  I could feel
my chest throbbing.  My cock throbbed too.

"Me, too," Mandy said, with surprise, as if I just described her
feelings.

We rolled onto our other sides.  I was just momentarily on top of
her during the roll and gave her a quick kiss in the position.  I
successfully did not try to push my cock down at her.  We rubbed
each others new sides and then it was time to part again.

"See you Monday," she said.

While I certainly missed her during the time away, I lingered my
thoughts on the memories of her touch and scent and Monday came
sooner than I thought it would.

Monday, I saw Mandy as she walk up to my car on the corner.  She was
dressed in blue jeans and a tight red pullover.  Damn, she looked
hot to me!

I almost hit a parked car while I drove off as I immediately needed to
adjust my sudden hard-on.  Maybe Mandy had a little bit more tit than
I thought.  Not a whole lot mind you, but more than a bug bite.

"I said I'd be at Heather's house," she explained as she got in the
car.

In our parking spot, I happily rubbed her legs through her jeans from
her ankles to her hips.  I cautiously rubbed her belly through her
shirt.  Surreptiously I slipped her shirt upward and bunched it up.

First it was just a thumb on her bare skin, then my index finger was
included.  Eventually my entire hand was rubbing her bare belly.
Skin to skin contact.  I loved it!  Her belly was so small.  I rubbed
her in small little circles.

On Tuesday, I sat waiting in my car.  It was fifteen minutes past the
time that Mandy usualy shows up, so I knew she wasn't going to show.
I was in a trance.  From my car, I watched two girls on the swings.
My heart pounded as I watched them.  Age sixteen? I guessed.  One girl
was wearing some strapless thing over her tits.  Exposed belly,
exposed shoulders.  She'd adjust it every five minutes, so it wouldn't
expose herself.  If you got to adjust it that often, wear something
else or just let it fall off!  I also kept looking to  see if I could
see her ass crack as she swung.  I never did.  She was very sexy.  The
other girl wore a top with spaghetti straps.  Exposed belly, slightly
bigger tits.  Also very sexy.  But I watched the first girl mostly.
 wanted to see those tits as she adjusted or see that ass crack.  They
stopped swinging and walked away.  I got out of the car to play
basketball.  I looked back.  Dressed like that, she'd be  knocked up
by some boy before the end of next year, I thought.

"I'm a Kortnee's today," Mandy said, when she got in the car on this
Wednesday.

In our parking spot, I didn't take very long to pull her on top of
me.  We kissed deeply.  She was wearing a DKNY sweat shirt.  I
alternated holding her tightly to me and rubbing her back.

My hands trailed down to the bottom of shirt and as before I again
tried to make it seem unintentional that I was pushing her shirt up.
She was heavily into our open mouth kissing as was I, but my mind
worked in two places at once.

I had the small of her back exposed and I rested my hands there.  I
responded more to her kisses for a few moments then steered my hands
underneath her shirt.  She briefly broke from our kissing as I began
to directly massage her back.   I raised my head to remeet her lips
and we resumed the heavy kissing.  My hands roamed all over her small
back and all the way up.  I hugged her in a tight embrace.

"You are so wonderful!" I said.

I resumed kissing her.  At times I would let my fingers probe
underneath her bra straps, but I never tried to unclasp it.

Later, she rubbed me again leaning over to me from the other seat.
She started with my legs then rubbed my bare chest and I rolled over
and she rubbed my back.  Her massage on my neck felt especially great.
I really took it in.

"So what are you going to get me for Christmas?" Mandy asked, breaking
me out of my mind's self-absorption.

Christmas?  I hadn't had a girlfriend over Christmas in so long, I had
forgotten that it was a smart thing to do for your gal.

"I've been thinking about it," I said evasively.

On Thursday, we discovered construction going on at the abandoned
bank.  Fortunately, I'd developed a contingency plan and knew of
a good place in another strip mall.  I drove there as fast as I could.

In the car, we embraced basically in the same manner as before,
however with one addition.  I'd let my hands occasional journey
further down on to her butt.  Now and then I'd squeeze her cheeks
during the a particularly heated kiss.  My hands went there just now
and then, nothing lingered.

Later, she was just laying on me.  My arms were wrapped around her and
held her against me, but not tightly.  She lifted up to look into my
face.

"So you get me a Christmas present?" she said, excitedly.  She was
suddenly like an excited puppy.

"I'm getting it tonight," I answered

On Friday, we did very little kissing.  She broke it off soon.

"You got me a present?" Mandy asked.

"Yep," I said smiling

"Where is it?"

"Here in the car."

"Give it to me, silly," she began to tickle me.

"Okay, okay," I gave in.

"Mandy, you know you are special to me.  I wanted to get you
clothes or maybe earrings.  I knew you'd like that, but I knew that
you'd get in trouble because your parents would ask you where you got
them.  I don't want to get you in trouble.  Then we might not be able
to see each other."

I pulled a bag out of the glovebox.

"Take off your left shoe and sock, please," I said.

"Okay," she said.  She looked at me quizzically.  I took my left shoe
and sock off too.

I opened the box and produced two rings of different sizes.  I
placed the smaller toe ring on the second smallest toe of her foot
and I placed the larger ring on the same toe of my foot.

"These rings symbolize the joining of our hearts and that we care
so much to each other.  We belong to each other."

And with that simple, corny speech, she kissed me firmly on the mouth.
A shot of electricity ran through us as our tongues briefly touched
and then we devoured each other in open-mouthed passion.  I gave her
butt a long, firm squeeze

When we stopped kissing, my hands were on her back under her shirt.
Her head rested on my shoulder.  I held her tight to my body.

"Today was the last day of school until after new year's," she said.

"Yeah?" I said, hopefully.  Did this mean I'd get to see more of her
during the school break?

"We're going to see my Grandma for a week in Colorado.  After that
I might be able to see you, but my mom won't be back at work yet
so I don't know.

"I see," I said, blankly.  My belly felt liked it had just been
kicked.

The new year finally came.  It was the first Monday in January so
that meant it was about three month since I saw Mandy for the first
time.

It rained, so Mandy walked to the card in a jacket under an
umbrella.  It seemed like it took forever to drive to our spot.
I was so eager for her.

I immediately pulled her on top of me.

"I missed you so," I said.  I think I had actual wetness in my eyes.

We kissed so deeply it was as if we swallowed each other.  After
being away from each other for longer than two weeks, I wasn't sure
how much touching she'd still let me to do.  I didn't try anything
new. I let my hands rest on her small butt as before, but no
squeezing.

The next day, I decided to get a little bolder again.  She was
reclined in her seat and I leaned over.  I finally gotten smart and
put a couple of pillows over the emergency brake and then covered it
with a blanket.  I kicked myself for not thinking of it earlier.  It
was so simple.  And it worked.

I pulled her shirt up and rubbed her belly as she was used to me
doing.  After five or so minutes, I slid toward her.  From an
outside observer, my position would look pretty awkward, but I was
fine.  I kissed her belly for the very first time.  She trembled as
she was surprised by the touch of my lips on her bare skin.  I kissed
softly at first, but soon kissed firmer.  I think the softer kisses
were ticklish as she stopped shivering as I kissed deeper.

I placed a hand on her belly and I kissed her lower belly while my
hand rubbed her upper belly.  Sometimes I let my hand slip under her
shirt and slide along the edge of her bra.

On Wednesday, I told her I wanted to give her a back rub.  I straddled
her narrow hips as she lay on her front in the passenger seat.  If
anyone looked over, they just see me sitting backwards in the car.

"Let me pull your shirt up," I said as I tugged at it.

"Um..." she said

"It's just your back, Mandy.  Nothing to be modest about," I asserted.

I still tugged at the shirt.  She raised up a little and let me pull
it all the way up in the back.  The front of her shirt stopped at her
bra.

"Is this going to be okay?" I asked as I placed my hands on her lower
back.  "I can get off, Mandy.  Just let me know."

"It's okay," she said with a little uncertainty.

I started to move my hands on the bare skin of her back.  My hands
move up over her bra strap.

"If you were concerned about me seeing your bra, it's no big deal,
Mandy.  It's just a bra.  I know you wear one.  No big deal."

My hands roamed up her back and to her neck.  I massage her shoulders
under her shirt.

"Does it feel good?  Do you like it?"

"Yeah," she purred.

I put my hands down on the car seat on opposite side of Mandy's tits.
I shifted my knees and lowered my head down.  I began to kiss her
back starting at the top.

"Hunnhhh" she gasped when she felt my lips.

I tenderly kissed ever spot on her upper back, jumped over her bra,
and then touched ever spot on her lower back with my lips.  She
trembled.  I trailed my tongue up her spine back to the top of her
back.  She squirmed.  I slowly kissed my way back down her back.

I watched her with curiousity.  Was she trying to press her pelvis
into the seat?  Was she aroused?  I didn't dare ask her.

Thursday, the next day, I asked if we could give mutual back rubs.
She rubbed my back first.  Just like previously, I had her shirt
pulled up in the back and I kissed her skin directly.

"I like that a lot," she said.

"Thank you," I said "I'm glad to know I can make you feel good."

I covered her back with kisses and then I slipped a few fingers
under her bra.

"Dave...?" she said.  She could feel me pull on the material.

"I can rub your back better this way," I said as I skillfully undid
her bra clasp.

I let the straps falls to the side and I firmly rubbed my hands up
and down her back.  The width of two hands were wider than her back.

I had a moment of doubt as I rubbed her back.  Was I with a child?
Or with a woman?  She had curves, she had tits (barely), she had a
period, she responded sensually.  This was okay, wasn't it?  Yeah,
sure it was.

"This is better, isn't it, Mandy," I asked.

She didn't say anything, but her eyes were closed and she seemed
to enjoy it, so I took that as a yes.

"Now I can kiss *all* of your back."  I kissed the areas where her
bra had covered.

After a few minutes, she reached behind her and started to refasten
her bra.  I wasn't sure what to say, so I said nothing.  She pulled
her shirt down.

"I want to rub your chest," she said.  Her face had a strange
expression that I couldn't decipher.

She was on top of me instead of leaning over.  Her hands travelled
my chest and then she slid down me.  She was partially scrunched down
on the floor.  She started to rub the front of my legs through my
jeans.  My eyes wear partially closed and I saw her give me quick
sneaky glances.  She gave my cock a momentary rub.  I instantly
turned my head to the side.  I didn't want her to see my big smile.

Friday I instigated no new developments.  I spent more time kissing
her back with her bra unhooked.

As usual I didn't see her on the weekend.  Monday came around and
Mandy was on her back and I was partially on top in her seat.  I
kissed  and rubbed her belly.  I breathed hard in arousal.  Mandy
breathed harder too.

"Will you let me put my hands under the front of your bra?" I
asked.

"I...I don't know.  What if someone sees?" Mandy said with worry.

We'd been making out in my car for how long and now she worried if
someone would see? I thought in sexual frustration.

I raised up with my hands.  I wanted to go further today.  Ah!
I grabbed my wind jacket that I kept in the back seat of my car and
put it over her chest.

"There, no one can see what is going on?" I said.

"I'm not...I don't...I'm not...I...um..." Mandy said in confusion.

"Please Mandy?  As soon as you don't like it, just say so and I'll
take my hands out.  No big deal.  I have no problem with you telling
me no."

"Um....okay," she said.

"Thank you," I whispered.  I kissed her lips, but her response seemed
half-hearted.

I reached underneath her and undid her bra.  I laid her back down
and put my hands under my jacket and her shirt.  I pushed my hands
under her released bra.

Her soft gentle mounds felt wonderful to me!

I just immediately stopped with my hands covering them.  It was like
a compulsion and I couldn't move my hands.  Eventually, however I
could move again and I rubbed her tit flesh.  My fingers lingered
into her little valley between the tits.  I gave her tits a little
squeeze.  That's not so easy when there's almost nothing there.  I
roller her nipples between my thumb and forefinger.  They became erect
to my touch.  That reaction assured me I was actually touching tits.

"Ahhhhh," I heard Mandy exhale.

I only stayed under her bra for about twenty minutes.

"Thank you, Mandy," I said sweetly after my hands pulled out.

"Your welcome," she said in the same tone of voice.

I tried to go no further on Tuesday.  I spent almost the entire time
caressing her wannabe tits.

There was no Wednesday together, so I played basketball.

"Hey, do you have a quarter I can have to make a phone call?" a
female voice interrupted my shot.

I turned toward the voice.

I was stunned.  She looked a lot like Mandy.  She had her hair pulled
back by clips instead of Mandy's ever present ponytail, and her hair
was slightly darker.  She was skinny like Mandy and her eyes and face
looked so much like Mandy.  The main things I noticed was she had
something protruding that Mandy didn't - tits!

My mind went haywire.

"I have a quarter, but I can't just give it to you," I said.

"Please, mister,"

"I'll let you have it if you let me have a quick squeeze of your
tit.  Fifty cents if you let me squeeze both your tits."

There was silence between the two of us.  I imagined she was in
shock to my response.  I tried to keep a smirk off my face.  After
a few moments, I turned and began to shoot baskets again.  I did
a couple of shots and she still stood there.  She looked at me.

"Okay," she said.

I was in the middle of a shot when she spoke and I missed the
whole hoop and backboard.  I retreived my ball and came back over
to her.  I put my ball down.

"25 or 50," I asked.

"50," she said after a pause.  Uncertainty, I guess.

I pulled out two quarters from my pocket, put it on the ground,
and covered them with my left shoe.

"Come here," I said to her.  I looked around to see if anyone was
near or looking this way.

"What's your name?" I asked.  I continued to look around.

"Jenny," she said.  I looked around one last time.

I squeezed both her tits for five seconds in my hands.  They were
nice and firm and fit nicely in my hands.  There were wonderful.
It was a brief taste of premium.

"Thanks, Jenny."  I grabbed my ball and walked away.  I left the
money on the ground for her to pick up.

When I got home, my mind changed back.  I racked my brain.  What
had I done?  What if Jenny tells someone?  She got what she wanted,
but didn't I essentially make a whore out of her?  Why was I so
stupid?  I have Mandy, after all.  I actually cried myself to sleep.

On Thursday, I mixed it up again with Mandy and explored her entire
body as I'd done previously.  I, of course, still spent some time
playing with her tits from underneath my jacket, her shirt, and her
bra.

On Friday, I had Mandy on top of me.  I rubbed her back with her
bra undone.  Damn, she felt so good in my arms.  And she seemed to
really like it herself.   Was she pressing her body against my cock?
My fingers slid just underneath her jeans.  Just on the edge of her
butt.

During the weekend I pondered our relationship.

I picked her up as typical on Monday.

"I'd thought you'd like to see my place," I said, not feeling totally
confident about how she'd answer.

"Yeah," she said enthusiatically.

I pulled into my condo complex.  I parked in the six-car carport.
I lead her upstairs to my place and opened up the door.

"Come on in, Mandy," I said, excitedly, "I'll give you the quick
tour."

Immediately upon entering my place is the living room with couch,
TV, stereo, books and such.  Beyond that I have my little dinette.
You go to the right of the dinette, behind the wall and its my
kitchen.  There are two doors in the right corner of the living
room. On one the corner is the guest bathroom, the other corner has
the door that leads to my bedroom.  There is another, larger
bathroom in there.

I set a clock alarm.  I didn't want to lose track of time.

I sat on the couch and patted it for her to sit next to me.  I
pressed into her and we started to kiss.  The couch obviously wasn't
made for romance, as we rolled onto the floor.  Fortunately, she
landed on me and not the other way around.  In the height of passion,
I rolled her over.  I involuntarily pressed my jean-covered cock
against her jean-cover pussy.  I took an air break from her kiss and
realized what I was doing.  I eased up.

"Wow, you kiss so good," she said.  I recognized that her face was
flush with arousal.

I slept that night with an ache in my back.  The floor was
uncomfortable to be on.

The next day, I eagerly pulled Mandy into my place.  I held her hand
and led her to my bedroom.

"How about we make out on my bed?  It will be more comfortable," I
said.

It was so nice being on my king-sized bed.  We could roll and turn
and bring attention to each other from many different angles without
pain or discomfort.  We had a wonderful time.

I paused from kissing her.  I looked into her face.  She seemed so
delicate now.  I imagined her under my covers, we're both naked, and
relaxing in the afterglow of sexual intimacy.

On Wednesday, I think Mandy brushed my cock accidently the first time,
but just a moment later there was a slow rub up my shaft with her
hand.  That one was intentional, I was sure.  It felt good.

On Thursday, when we got to my condo I changed into loose cotton
shorts.  I hoped to get a better sensation of her hand rubbing
against my cock.  With my shorts, my cock would stand up more and get
her attention better.

She didn't rub my cock today.  I think she still was a little afraid
of her own desires and wants.  She still had reservations.  I felt
a little disappointed after I dropped her back off at the park, but
there was always another day

Friday found me kissing Mandy's belly.  I purposely laid in the
opposite direction as Mandy.  My hard cock as usual lifted the
fabric of my shorts.  I place my covered cock near her head.   As I
kissed her belly, I every so often looked back.  Mandy had turned
her head and stared at my cock as I had hoped.

"I want to see your belly button,"  I said looking back.  For some
reason Mandy wasn't into those sexy hip-hugging jeans like a lot of
teen girls were.  Maybe I'd buy her some one day.

I unbuttoned her jeans and then unzipped them.  Why did women buy
jeans that were so hard to get on and off as I struggled with the
zipper.  I opened the fly and folded it back.  I saw everyday white
cotton panties.  And her belly button.  I softly kissed her inny
navel.  She squirmed in ticklishness as my tongue probed her
indentation.

As I delivered a lot of attention to her belly button, I pressed
my covered cock against the cheek of her face.  I slid a little
further down and I kissed through the fabric of her panties.  I
couldn't see anything of her sexuality.  Her pants weren't open
enough or far enough down.

On Saturday, I really mused about being with Mandy for a whole day.
That would be a wonderful thing if it ever happened.

On Monday, as soon as Mandy and I walked into my bedroom, I pulled
my shirt off.

"It just gets in the way," I quickly explained.  "I like your hands
touching me."

I plopped down on the bed face down.   Her hands felt wonderful as
she massaged my neck and shoulders.  I rolled over to my back,  my
cock twitched every time her hands rubbed my belly just above my
pants.  I think she noticed.

Tuesday, I found myself obsessed with her tits again.  My hands spent
most of our short couple of hours underneath her shirt and bra.  I
rested my head on her belly.  Now and then, but not too often to
garner suspicion, I raised my hands up a little under her shirt to
try to get a little peak at her tits.  I'd been fondling her tits
for over a week, but I'd never seen them yet.

Wednesday, I decided to do something about my lack of visuals.

As was normal now, I was shirtless and I rubbed and kissed her small,
firm belly.  My hands frequently went up underneath her shirt and bra
to touch her tits and make her nipples erect

I stopped and sat up and looked into her eyes.  Her eyes seemed to
tell me she was pleased with me.

"You know who much I love to touch you, Mandy," I said.  I tried not
to let my voice falter, but to sound confident.  "And I love so much
to only just look at you.  I was wondering if we...um..."  Damn! I
'ummed'.  "Could we take your top and bra off?"  There! I said it.
I got it out.

She didn't answer, but her face did indicate hesitation.

"It's just you and me, Mandy.  Just Mandy and Dave.  No one else but
us.  Please Mandy.  It would mean a lot to me if you let me see more
of you.  We're pretty close now, me and you.  Again, if at any time,
you change your mind, feeling shy, or don't trust me, it's alright."

"I trust you," she said.

"May I?"  My hands went to each side of her shirt.

She nodded.

I pulled her shirt up.  She sat up to allow me to pull it over her
head and off her arms.

Her unclasped bra hung loosely over her tits.  She shivered.  I don't
think it was because she was cold.

"Is it still okay, Mandy?" I asked.  I wanted full permission.  I
didn't want to take anything from her.

"Yes," she said, quietly.  Her voice was quiet, but it sounded like
it had resolve.

"Thank you, thank you so much Mandy.  You've just shown me that I
mean something to you.   That is such a great feeling knowing you care
abot me, Mandy."

Shit!  I was babbling.

I slowly pulled her bra shoulder straps down her arms.  I looked down
at her belly as the straps slid all the way off.  I wanted to
be surprised and completely focused and not still dealing with her
bra.

I looked up.

"Wow!" I said.  My face broke out in a gigantic smile.  "You are
so beautiful!"

"Wow!" I said again,  "Lay down Mandy and let me touch you."

She laid back.  She had a happy smile on her face.  She seemed happy
that I was so excited about her.

I spent just a moment caressing her tits.  I knew the feel of them so
well already.  My head came down and I suckled her nipple on her left
tit.  I have no idea how she responded to me.  I was in my own little
world.  I was a happy man.  Some women respond to their tits being
touched, others don't.  I had no idea what Mandy reacted.

I finally broke contact with her nipple and kissed all over her little
slope.  I then kissed into her slight valley and then kissed on her
other slope.  My mouth hungrily sucked in her other nipple.

"Ohhhhhh," Mandy quietly released.

Her hands raised and lightly rested on the back of my head in a
bodily expression of encourgement for me to continue what I was doing.
Her hands followed me as I returned to her other nipple.  There were
times when I must have been doing just the right tongue action.  Her
back would arch up a little which thrusted her tits up as if to take
more into my mouth.  Quite honestly, I couldn't take her into my
mouth.  She was too flat.  I could only take her nipples.  Sometimes,
I pulled on the nipples just to see what her tits would look like if
they were a little bigger.

It was a grand day for me.

Thursday continued our fun from the previous day.  We kissed with her
on top of me.  Our naked chests pressed together.

Something wrong happened that day.  Nothing with Mandy, but with me.
As I was sucking her tits, my mind some how wandered.  In my mind,
I was now sucking on the tits of the girl who let me squeeze them
for fifty cents.  When I realized what I was thinking, I was aghast.
I lifted up and gazed into Mandy's face.  She was so beautiful.  I
slid up and started kissing her.

Once I was back home after dropping Mandy off, I reflected on my
fantasy.  Was I unsatified with Mandy?  Did she not make me happy
enough?  Nah!   Or was I?  No, Mandy's wonderful!  I went to bed
that night not totally convinced what I thought.

On Friday, Mandy was on her back and I was on hands and knees by
her side.  I started simply to kiss her forehead, then to her nose,
her lips, her chin, down to her neck.  I lingered on her tits,
sucking in each nipple and making her moist with kisses.  I moved
down to her belly and kissed lower and lower.

Her breath was sensual which was the effect I wanted.

"I have to see your beautiful belly button again." I said, as I
started to unbutton and unzip her jeans.

I kissed her belly button again and probed it with my tongue.  My
hands played under the elastic of her panties.  I extricated my
hands from her panties and kissed the exposed part of her panties.

I moved further down her body.  I rubbed the top of her legs.  I
kept moving until my cock was above her head.  I knew my erection
pushed at my shorts and pointed toward her.  I stayed in that position
and rubbed up and down her legs.

My cock twitched.  Was that a kiss?  I could have sworn I just felt
two lips briefly grasp my cock head.  I couldn't look without moving
out my present position.  I wondered if a a wet spot was going
through my briefs and forming on my shorts?  Probably not, but I was
pre-coming like crazy.  I slightly trembled with excitement.  I hoped
Mandy didn't notice.

I moved backwards until I was above her panties again.  I slowly put
the fingers of my right hand under her elastic.  I moved them slowly
side to side as before, but I slowly crept my fingers further in.
More of the length of my fingers were within her panties.  I felt my
fingers trail over a few whisps of hair.

"Dave..." Mandy said.  Was she going to stop me?

I moved my hand further down her panties into more hair and onto
her mons.

"I...I...think I want to g..."  Her words stopped.

My middle finger had touched her clit.  I pressed on her button.

"Ohhhh," she said.  She said it as almost a question, as if she was
surprised by the feeling.

I slowly started to rub her clit.

"Unnnh" she said, in sharp breath.  Her back arched and she thrusted
her pelvis toward my finger.

My hand slid further into her panties and my thumb took over the
attention on her clit.  My fingers touched her outer pussy lips.
With my hand down her panties, a thumb on her clit, and fingers
probing her pussy, I moved off her body and was by her side.  The only
hard part about moving was keeping the attention on her clit and
pussy.  I moved because I wanted her to see my hand in her panties.
If she wanted to see.  I also wanted to see her face.

"Do you ever..."  I started.

She jerked.  I felt bad immediately.  I must have poked her as I
started to move my middle finger toward her center.

"Sorry," I apolgized.

My finger found her opening and I traced her entrance with it.

"Have you ever rubbed yourself?" I asked.

"Yes," she said, in hard breath and with aroused eyes.  "But it
never...never felt like...like it does now.  How...how you're making
me feel..."  She breathed in deeply.  "...right now."

"So you like how I'm touching you?" I said with a slight laugh.

My finger started to press inward.  My thumb continued to rub her
clit.

"Yes," she hissed.  "It feels so good.  I've never felt this way
before."

My finger pushed all the way into her pussy and I pressed hard on her
clit.  I felt no hymen when my finger went in.  Not that uncommon for
the hymen to break naturally in athletic female.  It was just a thin
membrane after all.

"Oh...Oh....Oh," Mandy cried out.  She couldn't complete her sentence.
She thrusted her hips hard against my hand.

"OHHHHHH" she cried one last time and collapsed down in orgasm.

I extracted my newly sticky finger from her pussy and then my hand
from her panties.  I turned to lay next to her by her side and I
wrapped my  arms around her and repeatedly kissed her softly on the
face.

"Did I...did I just have an orgasm?" she asked.

"I think you just did," I said with a big smile

"When I've rubbed myself...before, I've never felt so high,"
Mandy said.  She took a long, deep breath.

"I hope you liked it.  It's just for you.  I want to continue to
make you feel so good in new ways.  And I would really like it if
you would make me feel so good sometime."

"You mean sex?" she said bluntly.

I shook my head.  "It doesn't have to be sex.  It could be just what
I did today.  You had the orgasm, but I think I enjoyed it just as
much knowing that I was the one that you let make you come.  You
haven't let anyone else do that, so I'm honored that you let me do
it."

"Okay," she said with uncertainty in her voice to what I meant.

"You'd like me to touch your dick sometime?" she asked.

"Sometime," I said, nodding my head. "but only when you want to."

"I want you to do this to me again, but I can't make it Monday."

"Gladly," I gladly replied.

It was a beautiful, first Tuesday in February.  I had convinced
Mandy to take off her jeans and my hands were in her panties.
I had my middle finger inside her pussy and my thumb rubbed her
clit.  It was a great way to spend a late afternoon.

After we rested for a few minutes, I decided to see if I could
advance my sexual agenda.

"I'd like it if you rubbed my cock," I said.  "It's sort of like
what I've been doing to you."

"Um," she said.  She was being shy again.

"Just rub it with your hand on top of my shorts?"

I laid on my back and she was up on her knees besides me.

"Stop whenever you get tired," I said.

Her hands came down and she started to rub up and down.

"Is that okay?" she said after a while.

"Feels great,"  I said truthfully.

Normally, it wouldn't be that stimulating to be rubbed through my
shorts, but when it's a beautiful fifteen-year old girl...well,
I almost came.  She stopped just a few minutes before.

I pulled her on top of me.

"You are so beautiful," I said as I looked up at her.  I pushed
a few strands of hair away from her face.

She laid her head down and we just rested in the comfort of each
other.  We were silent and motionless for a long time.  I would
love to fall asleep just like this every night.  Maybe I'd change
one thing however.  I'd want my spent cock sitting inside her
pussy.  For now, this was perfect.

I slid my hands down her back and put them inside her panties and
rested them on her butt cheek.  Surprisingly, she tensed up to my
touch.  I began to kiss her in an afterglow manner and she relaxed
on me.

As we got dressed, ready to leave, she said, "I don't if its right
to have your hands on my butt."

I tried not to roll my eyes.

"Mandy," I said, "You let me put your hands on your pussy, including
my finger inside you."

"Yeah, you're right," she said feeling foolish.

Why was she thinking like a child, I thought.  Then I tried to think
otherwise.  I didn't want to think of her as child.  I was nearly
naked with a fifteen year old woman.  Yeah, a woman, I kept
repeating to myself as if repetition made it so.  At least, it made
me feel better.

The next day, I wore just my underwear briefs.  It was an easy
explanation.  If the only thing Mandy had on were her panties, I
might as well just be in my underwear, too.  She had no problem with
that.

My briefs gave Mandy a better outline of my cock for her to see.  She
rubbed it again and it felt great.  There was a little wet spot
were my tip drooled pre-come.

Up and down my cock she rubbed.

"That feels good, Mandy.  That feels so good," I said for
encouragement.

I knew her hands were going to make me come this time.  There was
just my increasingly wet cotton underpants separting my cock from
her hands.

"I'm going to come, Mandy," I groaned.  "You're going to make me
come."

"Ohhh!" I groaned.  My cock spurted and my wet spot grew
exponentially.  Her eyes grew wide.

"Come here, beautiful," I said as I pulled her toward me.

We kissed deeply.

"Thank you.  That was wonderful," I said.

After the orgasm, suddenly, I had energy.  I rolled her over onto
her back and I climbed between her legs.  I opened them a little
wider and moved my head in.

I think she tried to close them, but stopped when I just kissed her
inner thigh.  I smothered her right thigh with kisses.  I always
stopped at the edge of her panties.  I repeated with the left
inner thigh.

But I didn't stop at her panties this time.  I moved toward her
center and began to kiss her pussy through her panties.  She squirmed
as I took hold with my lips her panties and I pulled up.  I knew I had
pulled on her pussy lips also.  Her clit became more pronounced under
her cotton and my lips found that spot.

"Unnnnh!" Mandy moaned.

I brought my left hand in from the side and slid it under her panties.
I pulled the material aside and I insert my recently fingernail-
clipped index finger into her pussy.

"Tssssssssssssssssssss," she moaned.

I slowly began to push my finger in and out of her.  She responded
favorably.  My lips continued to pull on her clit through her panties.

"Oh, shhhh...." she moaned as she bucked at my finger.

I increased the speed of my finger and pulled my head off her clit.
I obtained my first look at my beauty's pussy.   It was so
beautiful.  Her folds were like a delicate flower, just barely
beginning to open as the morning sun shown on it.  She had a normal
compliment of pubic hair, but much of it was still whispy.   Maybe
half of her was typical coarse pubes.  My heart felt so warm looking
at her pussy.  I almost wanted to cry in joy.

"OHHHH!" Mandy cried, in one last pelvic thrust and she collapsed
down.  She breathed hard and managed to say, "How does it feel even
better?"

Dropping her off at the park, "Mandy," I said. "If you want to see my
cock tomorrow, let me know.  Don't say anything right now.  Just let
me know if you want to when I see you tomorrow.  Otherwise, don't say
anything about it tomorrow."

On Thursday, as soon as I was driving, Mandy said, "I want to see
your cock."  Her hand came over and she started to rub my cock
through my jeans.  It was a challenge safely driving to my place.

In the bedroom, I immediately stripped naked and laid down on
my back.  My cock was hard and erect and throbbed.  I was eager for
her skin-to-skin touch.

"It's so big," she said, with great interest.

"It only get big when I'm with you," I replied, giving a right answer.

She sat between my legs and just looked at it.

"Why don't you start by rubbing the head with your fingers" I said,
trying to encourage her on.

Her right hand came over and held it lightly in her hands.

"It feels hot," she described.

"It's okay to squeeze my cock," I instructed.  "If its too hard,
I'll let you know."

She gave my head a little squeeze and rubbed her fingers on it.
She took her hand off and rub the sticky liquid she acquired on to
the bedsheet.

"You can wash later, Mandy," I said laughing.  "You're just going
to have to get used to it."

"It's just so sticky," she replied.

I shrugged my shoulders.  "So what?" I said.  "Okay, do this.
Make a fist around my cock."  I held up my semi-closed hand,
showing her the hole in it.

She reach over and grabbed it as suggested.  As I looked at her hold
it, it seemed weird to have such a small sized hand around my cock.

"Stroke up and down it," I said showing her the motion with my hand.

She began.  She was clumsy at first, but she was a first-timer.  She
started to get a rhythm.  Her hand would creep up toward my cock head
and she end up bringing my pre-come down upon my shaft and provide
lubrication.  I knew her hand was sticky now, but she was focused and
oblivious to the liquid.  The faster motion of her hand on my cock
with the lubricant caused a slurp sound with the activity.

The hand job felt great, but I needed more pressure if I was going to
come.

"Could you use both hands?" I asked.

She reached in with her left hand and grabbed my cock below her other
hand.  She was jerky and first.  Sometime going in opposite
directions, but she wouldn't have been so good at basketball if she
didn't have some eye-hand coordination.   Soon her small hands were
going up and down my cock in synchronized precision.

"Oh, yes, Mandy.  Oh, yes.  You're going to make me come."

My groaned statement seemed to encourage her and she squeezed harder
and moved faster.

"Oh, yeah!  I'm coming!"

My first spurt shot high.

"Whoa," she exclaimed in sudden surprise.  She pulled my cock
straight up.

Like a fountain, I spurted again.  A larger quantity.

"Oh!" she said, smiling and with a giggle.  She bent my cock to the
side.

"OW!  It can't bend that way when I'm hard!" I cried.

"Sorry," she quickly said, and hastily moved it back.

My cock was now aimed at me and I spurted again and hit my chest. A
couple of lesser spurts landed on my belly.

"That sure was wonderful," I said.

She smiled.  She lightly stroked my cock which consequently kept it
semi-erect.

"Why don't you taste it?" I said, pointing to the come on my chest.

She gave me a "are-you-kidding? look.

"Guys like it when you girls do that it," I said.

She gave me that look again.

"Really," I said nodding.

She brought her finger down to the come on my belly.  She scooped some
and brought it to her lips.

"You got to lick it off to taste it," I said.

She stuck her finger in her mouth and it came back out clean.  She
moved her tongue around.

"Sort of salty," she said.

"Take another taste," I said.

She took two fingers worth of come.

"It's not bad," she shrugged.

"One day, Mandy," I said, "It would be really fun for me if you used
your mouth to make me come and I came in your mouth.  You just swallow
it is all.  But another time.  Now it's my turn to give you some
pleasure."

"Okay!" she said excitedly.

I started with her on her stomach and giving her a back rub.  No,
more like a body rub.  I rubbed everywhere that wasn't against the bed.
I got between her legs and pulled the back of her panties down.

I rubbed her butt and squeezed her firm young cheeks.  I then bent
down and kissed her butt.

"Your kissing my butt," she giggled.

"I want to.  You have the cutest butt I've ever seen."

As I continued to kiss, I snaked a finger down below and I slowly
inserted my finger into her pussy.

"Ooh," she gasped.  "I didn't know you could get to my pussy that
way."

"It's easier if you're on your hand and knees, but it's okay," I
explained.

She surprised me by raising up on her hands and knees.   I had planned
to just finger manipulate her with my hand in her panties like the
other times.

I had the middle finger of my right hand into her pussy and I rolled
her clit between the index and thumb of my left hand.  Soon she was
bucking against my finger and started to come.  It took the very last
ounce of any willpower I had to not just get on my knees behind her
and start to thrust my hard cock into her wet pussy.

On Friday, as I stripped naked I said, "Why don't you get naked too
and then give me another handjob.

"Okay," she said and took off her panties with no hesitation.

As before, I laid down on my back and Mandy was between my legs.  I
propped my head up with a pillow.  What guy doesn't like to see a
girl play with his cock.

She took my cock into both of her hands.

"Why don't you give it a kiss before you start," I suggested.

"Where?" she asked.

"On the tip."

"You sure are all sticky already."  She rubbed some of it around with
her thumb,

"It means I like you a lot," I commented.

"Yeah," she said with a smile.

For a second, I got really excited as I thought she was going to
plunge her mouth over my cock, but she just gave it the kiss I asked
for and then proceeded to give me an excellent handjob.  She was quick
to learn from experience.

After she finished the handjob, I gave a handjob to a completely naked
Mandy for the first time.  As I stroked my finger inside her pussy, I
reflected on the past.

It was now four months since I first saw Amanda.  Now, just for me,
she was Mandy.  Four months since I first saw her on the courts and
I fantasized having sex with her that night.  Well, we hadn't had sex,
but both us being naked with my finger up her pussy and my thumb on
her clit and she's starting to thrash to orgasm is pretty darn good.
I never truly imagined I'd actually be with her.  Sometimes when I
go to sleep I fear I'm going to wake up and discover it was just a
dream.

On Monday, after our weekend apart, I was on my back anticipating my
hand job from Mandy.

"Why don't you give it two kisses and a lick first?" I suggested this
time.

She held my cock stationary in her hands and kissed one side and then
the other.  She paused and then licked the top.  My cock jumped, even
while being held.

"Did I hurt you?" she asked.

"No, Mandy," I chuckled, "Your tongue feels great."

"Good."

She licked it again and got the same response from my cock.

She then gave me a handjob.

When it was my turn to give her attention, I laid partially on top of
her and kissed her tits.  I then slid down to kiss her belly.  Next, I
easily inserted my finger into her pussy and began to kiss her upper
thighs.  I alternated between the two as I gradually kissed closer and
closer to her center.

I altered my predictable course and I kissed her clit.  Then I began
to lick and lick her clit.

"OH!" she shouted.  She thrashed against my finger in her pussy.

I kept her in the erotic heights with my tongue on her clit.  I'm not
sure she noticed that I had removed my finger from her pussy or maybe
she just didn't care right now.

I pushed her legs a little further apart.  She was young and limber.
I moved my hands to her pussy as I continued to drive her crazy with
her clit.  I spread open her pussy lips with both my hands.  I licked
downward.  Her body twisted and rocked as my tongue licked her lower
lips.  Then her body arched up as she felt my warm tongue probe inside
her pussy.  She ground her pussy into my face.

"Oh, My...OH, DAVVVVVVVVE!" she cried, as she came.

I removed my face from her pussy, wet from her juices.  Her scent was
all over my face.  I loved it!

As she tried to catch her breath, she said, "I can't understand how it
keeps getting better and better."

I hoped it would get even better.  But I didn't tell her that.

When I dropped her off at the park, after our most wonderful afternoon
yet, she said, "Tomorrow's my birthday!"

Why the hell did she wait until the day before?  How frustrating.
Women!

As I immediately drove to the mall afterward,  I thought, Sweet
Sixteen, hmmmm?  What does a 32-year old man get the woman half his
age for her birthday?

"So, did you get me a birthday present?" she immediately said upon
getting into the car on Tuesday.

"Yes, but I won't give it to you until we leave."

Ohhhh," she whined.

We got naked.

"Let's try something different," I said.

I laid on my back which was no different, but I had her sit on top of
me facing the other way.  I pulled her back until her pussy was in my
face and pushed her down.  I began to lick her pussy.  I hoped maybe
she'd try some oral on me, but the very least I'd get another good
handjob, but as often with 69, its hard to give when your getting
feels so good.  As I licked her pussy, she laid her head down and
rested on top of my erect cock.  I liked that.

As she moaned to my oral pleasuring, I asked a question, "So how
old are you today?" Ah, sweet sixteen pussy.

"Fourteen," she said.

I gagged.  I coughed and turned my head so I wouldn't keep coughing
in her pussy.

"Are you okay? she said, raising her head up to look back.

"Yeah, I think I just swallowed one of your pubes," I lied to her,
with a phony little laugh.

"Okay," she said.  She laid her head back down but next to my cock.

Fourteen? I thought.  Fourteen?  Fourteen!  That meant for the last
three months I've been making out with a thirteen year old.  Thirteen!
She's not even in high school!

I slowly licked at her pussy.  I hoped she couldn't tell I was
distracted with mental thoughts.  Well, was fifteen that much different
than fourteen or even thirteen?  It wasn't that big of deal, was it?
Why was I racking my brain over this?  I had gotten cold sweats over
that girl who asked for a quarter didn't I?  Mandy was older than her.

I felt a little kiss on my cock.

I had decided everthing was okay, but that little kiss now made me
realize my decision was the right one.

"What's wrong, Dave?" she said.  I hadn't realize I had stopped
licking her pussy.

"Nothing," I said.  That was the truth now.

"Maybe your not close enough," she said

She scooted back and sat her pussy on my face.

My hands instinctively went to her waist and she raised up and sat
down on my face.  My tongue probed deeply into her pussy and I pulled
on her pussy lips with my lips.

"Oh, yes!"  she said.  "That was it."  She began to moan.

My hands slid up her body and rested over her tits.  Her hands came
up onto my hands and held my hands to her tits.

She humped my face.

"Oh, Wow!  Oh, Wow!" she cried.

Her neck arched back and she came and then fell over to the side.

"Oh Wow.  You make me feel so good."

We were in my car in my parking spot of my condo complex.  I handed
her a small gift bag.

"What is it?" she said, eagerly opening the bag.

She pulled out some red panties trimmed with black lace.  They
were very sheer.

"Dave...?"  she said.  She looked at me with a bemused smile.

"There's more"

She pulled out a matching red bra with black trim.  Equally sheer.

"Front clasp so I can get to your tits quickly."

She blushed.

"I'd really like to see you in those sometime, Mandy.  It doesn't
haven't to be soon, but sometime."

"Okay," she said, her mind thinking.

"I wouldn't let your mom or dad see those, of course.

The next day, I picked her up as usual.

"Hi" I said.

She didn't reply.  She immediately lower her seat back and turned
to the side facing the other way.

"Bad day," I asked.

She didn't reply.

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked, a little worried.

No reply.

If she didn't talk fine.  I'm sure she'd be "talking" once I was
eating out that sweet pussy of hers.

As we drove the short distance to my place, I'd catch her glance
at me occasionally.  Was she being mischevious?

"Hey, Dave" she said as she rolled on to her back.  I noticed her
shirt was pulled up and her midriff exposed.

"Yeah, Mandy?" I said, as I looked back at the road.

"Dave," she repeated.

"Yeah?" I said giving her a quick glance.

"Daaaaaaave," she said.

"What?" I said, a little shortly as I quickly looked over.

She lifted her shirt and I saw the red bra.  I just stared.  She
looked even better in it than I thought I'd imagine.

I looked back at the road.  Shit!  Red light, cars stopped.  I
slammed on the brakes, the tires squealed and I just narrowly stopped
in time without hitting the car in front of me.  Damn, I guess she was
dressed to kill, I thought, trying to inject some humor into a scary
situation.  My heart raced.  She laughed.  I was about to scold her
for laughing, but then I thought about it and I started to laugh too.

"Is there more? I asked.

"A lot more," she replied coolly.

"A lot more?" I said with a question.  She was in control and she
liked it.  I could tell.

"What?" I followed-up.

She turned back on her side and looked the other way.

I didn't know what her game was, but I think I enjoyed it already.
Assuming I could drive to my place without killing us both.

As soon as we walked in the bedroom, she gave me instructions.

"Get undressed and sit on the bed."

I excitedly obeyed and sat on the end of the bed.

"Close your eyes," she said.

I waited impatiently for whatever she had planned.  I tried to peek,
but she was smart and didn't stand right in front of me.  In fact,
I'm not sure she was still in the room.

"Stop looking around," I heard her say.  I obeyed.

"Okay," she said, sounding shy.  "You can open your eyes now."

I slowly opened my eyes.

She stood in the doorway.  She was a vision.  She was in the red bra
and panties.  The sheerness of it barely obscured her pubes and pussy,
nor her nipples.  The nipples were hard and erect.  Harder than I'd
seen them before which made her tits look bigger.  I thought her tits
had grown a little over the last couple of months anyway.  Mandy was
my dream in red.  My  little star basketball player.  An athletic girl.
One who I discovered had a nice firm body when I had finally touched
her.

She stood, arms to her side, not a particularly sexy pose, but I
loved how she looked.  Delicate.  Someone who needs a man like me to
love her, protect her, and always be there for her.  I hadn't even
had sex with her yet and I was already thinking about her living with
me.  But she was fourteen.  It would be at least four years before
that could happen.

"Put your hand up on the door frame," I suggested, so I could get a
sexy pose.

"Yeah," I said, as she did it.  I smiled big.

She smiled back and seemed to relax.

"Do you want to see how easy you can take them off?" she asked, her
voice seemed to falter.

"Sure," I said.

She stood up straight.

At first, I wasn't sure if she was coming to me or I was going to her.
I got up and walked over to her.  I undid the front clasp of her bra
exposing her tits and erect nipples.  I sucked each one into my mouth.
I pulled her bra off her arms and softly dropped it down to the floor.
I got down on my knees and pulled down her panties.  She lifted each leg
to help me take them off.  My mouth went to her pussy.

"Wait," she said, quietly, pulling up on me.

"Hold me, she said.

I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly to my body.  I
could feel her nipples pressing against me.

But she trembled.  What was wrong?  Was she sick?  Or what? I looked
into her face.  Her eyes seemed to be getting moist.

"Make love to me, Dave," she said, softly "Make love to me."

My minded jumped.  Was today the moment?  Just one day after she
turned fourteen?

But something was wrong.

"I don't think you're ready," I said, with sadness in heart, but
firmness in my voice.

"I know you want to have sex with me," Mandy said.

"Yes, I do," I honestly replied, "But not until you do too."

"But I do...," she trailed off and started to softly cry.

She started again. "I have this really strong desire to feel you
inside me.   And I know you want to be inside me.   And I know it's
so right, but..."

She paused again.

"I'm so afraid," she said.  She looked up at me.  "I know you've
had sex before.  What if you don't like it with me?"

I didn't think there was any chance of that, but I didn't think I
should tell her that right now.

Mandy start to cry anew, her head buried in my chest.

"I understand, Mandy.  That's okay," I said in a calming voice.
"Let's lay on the bed so I can talk to you face to face."

She let me guide her and we laid side-by-side, both in the middle,
of the bed, she on the left side, me on the right.

"Mandy, we're going to make love," I said softly.  "If at any time
you are not ready or you want to stop, just say so.  No big deal.
I've waited a long time to have sex with you, I can wait a little
longer until the time is right.   Just say stop.  I mean it.
Understand?"

I stroked her arm.

"Understand?"

"Yes,"  she said.  Her crying stopped and I think I saw trust in
her eyes.

I rolled her onto her back and climbed on top of her.  I rested my
erect cock on her pubic mound.  I held my chest above her with my
hands.  I slowly slid down her body, kissing my way down.  I kissed
between where cleavage may someday be more evident, then onto her
firm belly, kissed and licked her belly button.  My face went into
her pussy and my tongue explored her erotic folds and pressed her
clit. I continued until she moaned and moaned and until she was
released a bounty of her juices, her important lubricating juices.

I raised up and moved back over her.

"Guide me into you."

She reached down, took hold of my cock and placed me into her
entrance.

I twitched my cock.  My warmth touched against her folds.  I looked
down at her face.  She stared up at the ceiling in concentration.
She looked scared and apprehensive.

I slowly pressed inward. As expected, she was tight.

I had lost my virginity when I was seventeen to my girlfriend who
was also seventeen.  My cock wasn't full sized then and it entered
my girlfriend's pussy pretty easily except for breaking her hymen.
Now I was a full grown man and I entered a girl who was not full
grown.

I didn't want to just plunge into her pussy.  That would hurt her.
I wasn't sure going real slow was the best either.  I steadily
pushed my cock into her.  She was slick with lubrication and my cock
went in fairly easily.  There was a little "hitch" but I pulled out
a little bit and slid forward again.

"You okay, Mandy?" I asked  "You feel alright?"

"It feels a little uncomfortable."

"If you want me to stop.  Just let me know.  We don't have to do this
today."

"I'm okay."

I pushed in and finally I was fully inside her.  I stopped.  Just the
insertion into her tightness was very stimulating, plus, the fact
that I just fulfilled a fantasy made me almost come on initial entry.
That would do no good.

I rested inside her.  I held myself up over her with my arms and I
was connected to her.  I was making love to her.  A fourteen year
old wanted to have sex with me.  Those thoughts made me too excited,
I almost came again.

"Your eyes have never been more beautiful," I said looking down at
her.  They did have a different look I'd never seen before.

She smiled, but she looked a little uncomfortable.

I twitched my cock.

"Hunnnh," she said in half-surprise and half-moan.

I twitched again.

She groaned.

"How do you do that? I thought you had no control."

"Its when I'm about to come is when I have no control."

My action started her vaginal muscles to squeeze and resqueeze my
cock.

"Damn, you feel good," I said.

I slid all the way out and pushed my way back in.

"Mmmmm, that feels good," she said.  "I thought sex was supposed to
hurt the first time."

"Not if you go slow and do it right."

"You must be doing it right."

"And so are you," I said.

I slowly started to stroke my cock inside her pussy.  I was pleased
that she began to respond to my movements and wasn't impassive.  It
was certainly rational that if she enjoyed it, we'd do good it again
soon.

I wanted to savor the moment, but after just five minutes I was
beginning to thrust faster in her.  I lowered down on top of her and
started to go harder.  Her hips rolled with my movements, so my body
pressed on her clit and I pushed deeper inside her.  I was close.

So was my tender Mandy.

"Oh, OH,  oh, oh, damn, oh, damn.  Feels good.  Feels so good."  she
moaned.

"OH, HELL!  You're making me so..."  She wrapped her arms on my
back.

"UNNNNNNNNNHHHHHHH!" she cried loud and spasmed underneath me as
she tried to hold tight.

Her orgasm put me over the edge.

"MANDY!" I shouted.  My cock twitched and shot a hard squirt inside
her canal.

"Oh!" she cried.  When she felt the initial come.

My cock twitched until I completely emptied it into Mandy.

After our orgasms subsided, I raised up on my arms to look at Mandy.

"Wow, that was so good," she said.  "That was so incredible."

I moved so I could kiss her and my cock slipped out of her pussy.

"Ooh," she said from the sensation.

She responded to my kiss, but broke off quickly.

"Can we do it again?" she asked.  My cock became hard again.

We did it again.

The next day, we did it in the missionary style and then I
introduced her to cowgirl-style.

"Bouncy, bouncy, bouncy," she girlishly said as she rode up and down
on my cock.

She looked so small on top of me.  She was so light.  She was
exquisite.

My hands played with her nipples as she rode me.  When she finally
crashed down in orgasm, I held her by the waist and thrusted into
her until I came.

The next day, we did missionary first and then I did her from behind.
Being on my knees behind her small little butt and pushing my cock
into her pussy was exciting.  I need to get a mirror.  Or maybe a
camcorder.  No.  I'd hate it if something went wrong and there was
video evidence against me.  That would be just plain stupid.  Besides,
why watch sex when you can actually have sex?

After the weekend, on Monday we did a missionary and a cowgirl and
then on Tuesday, we did a cowgirl, then a missionary.

On Wednesday, I had other plans.  I was dressed in sweatpants when
I picked up Mandy.

She noticed my hard on and started to rub it through my pants.

When I parked, she noticed I was not at my condo.

We were at our old parking spot in the strip mall.

"You want to do it here?"

"Not exactly," I said.  "This place has some special memories for
us.  I thought you might give me my first blowjob here."

I grabbed my jacket from the back.  "Cover," I said. "How about it,
Mandy?"

She shrugged and smiled and said, "Okay."

I pulled down my sweatpants.  I had thought ahead and wore no
underwear.

She leaned over and put her head down.  She began by kissing my cock
up and down and on the head.  I held my jacket up, so I could see.
There's nothing quite like watching a woman suck on your cock.

She took me into her mouth and started to use her tongue on it and
pull on it with her lips.  For a girl who'd never done this before
she was quite good.

"Oh, Mandy, you are so good," I praised as I felt my balls start
to tighten.  "How'd you get so good the first time."

Somehow, I could see her smile through a mouth stuffed with cock.

"I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come," I said when it was imminent.  "I'm
gonna come in your sweet delicious mouth."

I grunted as I came.  I could see her throat swallow.  She gagged
once and then continued to swallow.

"Sorry," she said.

"Sorry?  That felt fantastic.  Don't worry about a little coughing.
It just takes practice."

She began to pull my limp cock into her mouth and soon I was hard
again.  She practiced.

On Thursday, we did two missionaries.

After our second time, she told me,"  "I'm going to be with you all
day on Saturday.   Pick me up at 7:30,  but I got to be home by 5."

I groaned as my mind churned in excitement.  My cock became hard
again.

She looked at my cock.

"You like that, huh?"

She gave me a blowjob.

On Friday, we did a quick missionary, cowgirl, and from behind.  We
were eager for tomorrow and we came fast.

As I dropped her off, I thought, tomorrow was Saturday!!!

I picked her up right at 7:30.  She reminded me that she had to
be back by 5.  We would have seven wonderful hours together.
At my apartment, we quickly got undressed and tightly embraced
each other on my bed.  Our mouths hungrily devoured each others
lips and each others bodies.  I first entered her in the
missionary position.  A lot of people criticize the position
since it is so "ordinary", but my thought was the reason it is
ordinary is because men and women find it the best.  And that
was the case for me and for Mandy.

We moved on to her riding my cock like a cowgirl and then to
me entering into her warm, tight pussy from behind.  There
were only short breaks between each time I came.  Mandy would
softly fondle my cock until I was erect once again and we
continued on.

We were oblivious to time.  The lunch hour came and went.

We did it in a chair.  First me sitting down and she riding on,
later she sitting down and me lowering down into her.  We did it
with her legs pulled up to her head.  She held her legs down which
thrusted her pussy up.  It was a wonderfully deep penetration that
time and we both had mind blowing orgasms.  By this time, my cock
would just jerk in orgasm but little if anything came out.  She laid
on the edge of the bed on her back with her legs up and her feet on
my shoulders.  I received a superb view of my cock entering and
stroking her pussy in that position.  There is nothing like visual
stimulation and so despite coming so many times already, my cock was
extra hard during that one.  I also had Mandy have her head on the
floor with her back rolled against the side of her bed and her legs
again near her head.  I held my erect cock downward and pushed it
into her pussy for another great visual experience for me.  She
looked up and  I think she could see herself being entered.  Her
asshole was right there and I knew this position was often used in
anal sex porn videos.  I hoped Mandy would let me enter her there
eventually, but this all day love-fest was not the day for that.

Three o'clock came around.  I was inside her with a semi-erect cock.
We slowly fucked in the missionary position.  Tenderly, just
enjoying the interconnectivity of our bodies.  Just loving being
joined together.

"We better get in the shower," I said.

She looked at the clock.  "It's only three," she protested.  "I don't
need to be back until five."

"So we better start now," I replied.  I slipped out my cock, sat up,
and pulled her hand to follow me.

She stood up and followed me.  She seemed frustrated with me.

In the bathroom, I released her hand and started the water.

"I just know that it might take a while to finish our shower," I said.
I tried to deadpan, but I couldn't help giving a little smile.  I was
an awful poker player.

Mandy gave me her beautiful smile.

In the shower, I did her from behind.  I crouched down a little, held
her right leg up and rammed her pussy.  The water sprayed down her back.
She lifted her face purposively into the spray when my cock rubbed a
particularly excellent place inside her.

We washed each other bodies and I thought we were just about done
when she got down on her knees and gave me a slow, slobbery blow job.
It was her very best.

We dried off.  She rubbed her hands on my chest.

"We better not," I said.  I knew I wouldn't be able to resist her.

She pursed up her lips, but took her hands down.

"We'll be able to do this again," I promised.  "We can't take a
chance of messing it up."

I went back into the bedroom to get redressed.  Mandy began to
blow dry her hair.  The clock said four o'clock.  I quietly
got dressed.  I peeked into the bathroom and she was blow drying
her pubes.  I have no idea why she was doing that, but more
importantly I had no idea why I found it highly erotic.  Maybe
we could have sex one more time, I tried to rationalize.  Fortunately,
my brain thoughts told me again about what a great thing I had going
right now.  I forced myself to put her out of my sight and went to the
living room and turned on the TV and looked for sports.

Sports and sex.  The two things that occupy a man's mind the most.
Sports often won when the two competed, but when your a 32-year old
man and your girlfriend is a 14-year old who loves to open her legs
for you, sports doesn't stand much of a chance.  So while I found a
basketball game to watch, my mind just reflected on this day.  You
don't know how disconcerting it is to watch an NBA game and all you
see is your naked girlfriend transposed as all the players.
Especially after Mandy just slamdunk scored against the Rockets and
the TV screen suddenly says the name Kobe Bryant.

At the commericial break, the time was 4:15.  I went in to check
on her.  She was still naked, but at least she was out of the
bathroom now.  She had her panties in her hand.

"Sorry, Mandy.  You better hurry." I reluctantly told her.  "If you're
late back, your parents might not let you go out again."

"Okay, Dave," said Mandy with her beautiful smile.

My heart felt warm.  That smile made me want to just pick her up, lay
her on the bed and do her again.

At 4:30, Mandy came out.  The TV showed that Kobe "Mandy" Bryant and
the Los Angeles Lakers had the game in hand.  I turned off the TV and
we left to drop her off.

Everything was pretty normal that week, though she couldn't be there
on Friday.  We'd make love two times in the two hours we had
together every afternoon.  Everything was going wonderful.  I was the
happiest I had ever been in my life.

On Thursday, I had a distrubing incident.

I was at my church stuffing the pews with stuff for the Sunday
services.  I volunteer my time when available.  Usually there's an
old woman who helps out.  This evening there was a 12-year old girl
helping stuff the pews.  My brain suddenly went haywire when I saw
her.  What was I thinking?  She's only twelve.  She barely had any
shape to her body yet.  Here I am actually doing a fourteen year old
ten times a week and now I was thinking of this slightly chunky
12-year old bobbing on my cock.  She wasn't even that pretty.  Her
tits were more the result of her chunkiness than actual tits.
Of course, just about any teen had bigger tits than Mandy.  Just what
really was wrong with me?  Mandy was more than enough satisfaction for
any man, sexually and ego-wise.  Just the fact that a 14-year old
desired a 32-year old was plenty.  Well, wasn't it?  I got home and
took a long cold shower to remove the sweat

Life was pretty normal for a while as the calendar turned to March.
Mandy and I would fuck twice in the afternoon after my work and her
school.  In the third week of March, we had another Saturday
together.

During the last week in March, I was doing her from behind and
gently caressed her ass cheeks.  My finger trailed down her crack
and touched her hole.  With my cock fully rammed into her pussy,
I stopped to talk.

"Did you know, Mandy, a lot of women enjoy having anal sex?"

"Anal sex?" she questioned "You mean you put your cock in my ass
hole?"

"Some women like it, some women don't.   Do you want to try it?"

"Do you?" she asked with uncertainty.  I think she was hoping I'd
say "no", but I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't interested.

"Yeah," I said.

"Okay," she said in trust.

I took my cock out of her pussy.  If was slick with juices.  I rubbed
the head on her hole.

"Lubrication," I said.

I pushed my cock back into her pussy for more lubrication.  I thrusted
a couple of times.

I'd never had anal sex before.  So why I'd suggest it with a 14-year
old, I'm not sure.  A 14-year old has a smaller butt than most women
after all.

I placed my erect cock at the hole and pressed just enough to hold it
in place.  I put my hands on her hips, so I wouldn't just push her
down.  I slowly began to push in.

"Uhhhh," she cried, but I was somewhat unhearing.

It was hard to push into her.  I pressed a little harder.

"Aaaaawww," she cried and her head fell to the bed.

That moved her ass a little higher.  I could feel my cock head going
into her.

"Owwww," she cried.  I was too focused on entering her.

My cock slid in.  It was an intense, intense feeling.  I pushed all
the way into her and I came forcefully and immediately.  My cock
began to shrink and get pushed out by her ass muscles.  I had to give
my cock a little yank to pull it out of her hole.

She collapsed down on the bed.

Wow!  I'd never felt anything like that before.  That was a powerful
come!  I'd just have to learn to not come so fast.

I look at my Mandy.  She was crying!

"What's wrong!" I said in surprise.

"It hurt so bad!  My butt hurts so much.  I don't like that."

"Oh," I said in surprise, trying to mask my disappointment.  "Okay."

We never had anal sex again, but I'd always treasure that time.

The next two days we had no sex.  She gave me blowjobs, but she
wouldn't even let my lick her pussy.  She kept her clothes on.

By Monday of the next week, we were back to normal.  Fucking twice an
afternoon.

But the following week, suddenly Mandy disappeared.  She never showed
up at the park.  I had no idea what happened.

On Tuesday of the next week, I arrived home after playing basketball
and Mandy sat at the top of the stairs to my condo.  When she saw me,
she stood up and ran down and wrapped her arms around me.  I held her
tightly to me as she cried.

Inside my place, I asked her what happened.

"My mom," she said distatefully,  "She discovered my red bra and
panties you gave me."  She liked to wear them and often wore them to
school.  I ended up buying her a black set and a pink set also.

"I was changing and my mom came into my room.  She should have
knocked.  I'm grounded."

"I want to come live with you, Dave," she said.

A fourteen year old lover with me all night and all weekend.
Tempting.  I wouldn't get much sleep anymore, but I'd get lots of
sex.

"They'll find you," I said.  "You won't be able to go outside without
risking being seen."

"I don't care.  I just want to be with you."

"I still have to go to my job, go out and buy groceries.  All types
of things.  What are you going to do for eight hours while I'm at
work?  You'll be bored silly in three days.  Sorry, Mandy, but you
need to go back home and just wait it out.  The wait will just make
it even better the next time we make love."

"Okay," said Mandy.  It wasn't the answer she wanted to hear, but she
knew I was right.

When we were finally regularly together again, that first time back
was sexually exquisite.

In May, I was at the church and the chunky 12-year old pew stuffer
girl was there again.   By then I knew her name was Shannon.

"You got any kids," she asked.

"No," I said, "Why do you ask?"

"I'm trying to make some money,"

Suddenly, my mind was whirring and I spoke without thinking.

"I'll give you five dollars right now if you'll give me a blowjob."

"What's a blowjob?"

Ah, the naivety of church girls.  Probably goes to a private school.
Probably saying any word that ends with "X" is a dirty word.

"You suck on my cock, my dick, until I come in your mouth." I
explained.  "Pretty simple."

To my surprise she agreed.

"You can't tell anybody.  Understand?"

She shrugged her shoulders.  "Okay."  She didn't understand.  She
just wanted the money.

With quick thinking, I led her to a utility room in the back.
Inside, I moved a couple of boxes in front of the door and put a
chair in front of the door.  I took five dollars out of my
wallet and place it on the box.

I unzipped my pants and pulled them down with my underwear to my
ankles.  I sat in the chair.  She looked at my long cock in
amazement.

"Go ahead, Shannon," I said.

She got down on her knees and put her mouth over it.  She sucked on
it like it was a straw.  I think she tried to avoid touching my cock
with her tongue.  Maybe she didn't like the stickiness.  It felt
pretty good, but it wasn't going to get me off.  I held her head in
my hands and began to direct more her mouth's movement on my cock.

That's better I thought.  I started to feel something boil. I now
pushed her head up and down on my cock, but I needed something more.
I held her head steady, I found myself fucking her mouth.

"Oh, yeah, Shannnon.  You're a good cocksucker.  You're gonna make
me come."

I stood up and her head and neck bent back.  I pushed my cock to
the back of her mouth and I released.  She tried to jerk away, but
I was possessed and I held her tight until I had given her mouth
everything.  I didn't notice the fear in her eyes.

"That was great, Shannon," I said, oblivious to her choking on
my come,  "You can earn five dollars that way every week if you
want."

I looked at her.  She had tears in her eyes, but I must have been
a heartless person right now.  "You might want to go to the
bathroom," I said pointing, "You have some goo on your face."

She was oddly silent.  I gave her the five bucks and she put it in
her pocket.  She ran to the bathroom.

When her mom picked her up later, I heard Shannon had gotten sick
and had retched in the bathroom.. I wondered what was wrong with
her?  I hope she's okay by next week.

I felt guilty when I got home.  I'd realized what I'd done to Shannon
and more importantly I had cheated on Mandy.  But I didn't feel that
guilty.

In June, school got out and we had extended afternoons together.

In July, Mandy was sent to summer camp.  I took vacation time from
my job and rented a nearby cabin.  There was plenty of unplanned
time for Mandy, so she sneaked over to my place often.

After we came back and everything was normal again, for some reason
I would find myself going over to the mall after dropping off Mandy.

I found myself enjoying watching the teen mall girls.  Yes, me and
Mandy had just done it at least three times each day, yet here I was
fantasizing over these girls.  I'd sit on one of the benches and
just watch the girls come and go.  Sometimes, I'd follow for a
little while a curvy ass girl.  Usually, it was one wearing those
hip-hugging low-cut jeans.  It was quite exciting for me.

I thought about my pick-up line.

Want to make some money?  I'll give you $10 for a blowjob, $25 for
sex, or if you want to make a lot of money, $50 for anal sex.

I'd never do it though.  Security cameras probably had me shown on
their monitor screen with a label under it that said "pervert"

In the middle of August, the unthinkable happened.

Mandy was crying when I picked her up.

"We're moving," she said, as I drove.

My body reacted as if I'd been punched by the heavyweight boxing
champion.

She was going to Colorado!

We made very slow tender love that day.  I think we stayed coupled
for three hours and neither of us came until the end.


I noticed Kortnee had changed over the past year.  She had some
decent tit development, developed some nice curves.  She's thirteen
now.

I bet she'd like to go out with me.

Right???


THE END.

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