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Subject: {ASSM} Punk Rock Girl - Chapter 2(Mf)
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This story is copyrighted by the author. Feel free to post it to
any free site, but if you do, please let me know at
punk_you_jenkins@yahoo.com. Of course, this story is fantasy. The
author does not condone sex with minors in real life, and has
never done it himself. But that's why we have imaginations,
right?
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Sorry it took so long to get chapter two finished. Thanks to
everyone who took the time to write to me, I wasn't sure how this
story would be received but I got a lot of nice comments.
Please enjoy chapter two, and keep writing. Whether you love it
or hate it, PLEASE let me know!
Punk Rock Girl - Chapter 2(Mf)
by punk_you_jenkins
I got to the mall a little before 2 and killed a few minutes
pacing around the upper concourse. I hadn't been this nervous
since high school, and I was trying desperately to get my wits
about me. Finally my watch showed 2 o'clock so I drifted towards
the food court.
My eyes scanned the busy tables, but I didn't see Anne anywhere.
For an instant my head conjured up images of Anne and her friends
laughing from across the open courtyard, enjoying the effect they
had on such a perverted guy.
"Hey, J.P.!" an excited voice called out from behind me.
I spun around and saw her, looking sexier than the last time -
something I had not imagined possible. She was wearing a dark
green cargo skirt with a drawstring just below the knee and a
long-sleeve t-shirt. Her tiny breasts poked out against the
strained fabric and her hair was swept back in two mini pig
tails. The shirt exposed her sexy midriff and once again, I could
see just a hint of her panties.
"Hey Anne," I managed to say. "How are you doin?"
"Great," she said with a nervous grin. "Wanna get a coffee or
something?"
We migrated to the coffee shop in the food court and I paid for
her hot chocolate and my own decaf. I was edgy enough, I
certainly didn't need any caffeine in me. She sat down and as I
circled to my chair I was able to glance down and see the top of
her panties poking above the skirt in the back. My semi-erection
instantly became hard and I struggled to sit down while keeping
myself covered.
We talked for almost an hour about albums we like, concerts we'd
seen and things like that. The entire time I couldn't look away
from her captivating eyes. She blushed a lot when she caught me
staring, but she seemed to smile as well.
Finally, I worked up the nerve to ask what had been on my mind
since I first saw her.
"Anne, how old are you?"
She blushed and looked down into her now empty mug.
"Uhm, 13..." she said quietly. "Does that bother you?"
My cock roarded back to life.
"No, not at all," I said while trying to look into her eyes.
There was an akward silence for a few minutes while we both tried
to think of what to say next. Finally she asked if I wanted to
swing by the record shop. I had been there earlier, of course,
but agreed quickly and we started down the escalator towards the
shop. She stood close to me and I savoured her smell - vanilla
perfume. I love vanilla.
We browsed around the store for a few minutes, but finally she
said she should get going. On the way out of the mall, however,
we passed an instant photo booth.
"J.P., let's totally get our picture taken!"
I dug in my pocket and found the correct change and we climbed
into the tiny booth. I sat on the stool and she glided onto my
lap. I couldn't believe she could be so casual about it, my cock
instantly became hard once again and I was sure she could feel it
poking her.
She took the money from me and leaned forward to put it in the
slot. She seemed to have trouble getting the change in, and in
the process of trying, wiggled around in my lap. I tried not to
think about her gyrations, because after spending the afternoon
with this goddess, I was almost ready to explode.
She finally got the money in and settled back on my lap for the
first pose. I slid an arm around her waist and she leaned her
face back against mine.
"Smile," she said and I did.
CLICK
She repositioned herself again, this time placing her crotch
right over my cock. I thought I heard her moan as the light
flashed.
CLICK
She had gotten quiet and just as the light was ready to flash for
the third pose, she wiggled her ass noticably on my cock and let
out a more audible moan.
CLICK
Finally she turned her face and kissed my cheek. I was in heaven.
CLICK
As the last photo was taken she let her lips linger on my cheek.
I didn't want to risk making a move in case she freaked, and I
never wanted the moment to end. She sat on my lap for a few
moments, gently sliding back and forth. I held my breath as I
felt her petite ass slide along my cock.
Her pace quickened, and suddenly I was being dry-humped right in
the photo booth. I said nothing, and I was too afraid to move.
She kept rubbing for almost a minute before she suddenly
stiffened and let out a whimper. As she came down, she looked at
me and blushed.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry J.P." she said as she threw open the
curtain and ran towards the door.
"Anne, wait!" I cried, chasing after her.
She ran to the bus stop and hopped on a waiting bus. I sighed and
walked back into the mall, passing by the photo booth just as our
pictures were being developed.
I looked down and in the third frame saw a look of pure extasy on
Anne's face. My cock demanded immediate attention and I slipped
into the public washroom to relieve myself, all the time
wondering if I would ever hear from my beautiful angel again.
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END OF CHAPTER TWO
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