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Hi everyone:

So here's my second story... I got a lot of requests after the first
one.  This one is shorter, and this is the first chapter of I don't
know how many.  Please let me know if anyone is interested in my
developing this further.

Thanks,

CovertScribe
CovertScribe@gmail.com

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MaryKay
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Her incessant voice drones on and on.  Just when I'm about to think
that "happy hug time" is over and we can get down to business, she
pulls out another pink ribbon and starts in with "this person is
someone I believed in from the start because...".  I mean, really,
what is the point?  So we all have warm fuzzies and hug.  Does that
sell product?

Actually, in this industry it does.  You see, I'm a man and I happen
to be a Mary Kay consultant.  And no, I'm not gay if that's what
you're thinking.  VERY not gay.  It's just that a girlfriend of mine
had one of those parties once and I showed up as a favor to her.  Then
I saw how crazy women go over this stuff and I knew I could sell it 10
times better than the consultant there.  I mean, I've always had a way
with middle aged women, and even now at 25 they still adore me.

So I'm sitting here at our weekly training meeting trying to get
something done, but first we have to get through "Team Encouragement",
where we give awards for top sales, top sponsoring, top point earner,
top effort, biggest dildo user.  OK, OK, the last one is mine.  But
I'm sure that none of these old hags has gotten any in several years
and I'm sure they all should own stock in vibrator factories, from the
way they talk.  The average age here must be over 40.  Not a nice bit
of skin anywhere for a guy to look at.

Strike that.  In walks my leader Joni's daughter Melissa.  She's 14
and honestly pretty good looking.  Her tits have already filled out
and she's got a nicely rounded figure.  Not the skinny-as-hell look I
normally go for, but still very attractive.  And she loves to
interrupt these meetings to ask her mom one question or another.  I
don't mind because she always comes in wearing sweats and a short,
flrity top that shows off her stomach.  She's nicely tanned and has
long, straight, dark drown hair.  Her face is sweet and innocent, just
like the average 9th grader.

As I'm sitting there my mind starts to wander...what would she look
like naked?  How much pubic hair does she have?  Does she shave it
yet?  What would she do with a man's penis in her hand?  I'm eager to
find out.  I've been subtly trying to get into her pants ever since I
started going to these meetings 6 months ago.  She's really into
acting, and since that's something I do part-time, I've offered to
"mentor" her.  We've met a couple of times and talked alone in her
bedroom, but without any consequences.  Joni is protective as hell of
her daughter and the last thing I want to do is to go to jail.

The meeting finally wraps up, and I stay behind to ask Joni to borrow
some product.  I'm trying not to be rude, but she's currently having a
discussion with her sister about what an asshole her ex-husband is.
This could be a long one!  So I walk over to where Melissa is working
on the computer and start to talk with her.  Just little stuff...how's
life?  Does she have a boyfriend?  What is school like?  You know.
Trying to get her out of her shell.  We start talking about the
computer and she says she needs help clearing out all the junk her mom
put on it.  So I talk  her through a few things but then she gets
stuck.  As I lean over to grab the mouse from her, she leans forward
too, and I get my first peek down her shirt.  Now I can't see
everything but I'm pretty sure that's the edge of a nipple I see
beyond those smooth, tan globes.  And I'm sure there are no tan lines.
 I can't afford to let my gaze linger to find out, though.  Joni might
be watching, and like I said, I have to be very careful around her.

So we continue working and I find every chance I can to touch Melissa.
 Nothing big.  A hand on the thigh for a moment; teasing finger nails
on the arm; a poke on the tummy.  In porn stories most guys would have
her sucking his dick by now, but obviously those guys have never
fooled around with a young girl.  If I pulled my dick out right now
and said, "Oh baby, you're making me so hot...suck it", my dick would
probably be in Joni's garbage disposal, not the young girl's mouth.  I
know I have to take this one slowly if I'm going to get anything.  And
who knows?  Maybe I get nothing.

OK, a human being can only flirt so long, even if it IS with an
attractive 14 year old.  After 2 freaking hours, I'm about to fall
asleep on Joni's floor, waiting for her to finish with her friggin'
sister.  So I ask Melissa to get her mom's attention for me.  She
yells, "Mom, I'm going to bed.  It's 11.  And Tim still wants to talk
with you".

"OK honey."

Twenty minutes of goodbyes later I finally have Joni's attention.
Sheesh.  You'd think they lived a lot further than 5 blocks away from
each other.  So I borrow the product I need and go home to happily
fantasize about Melissa.

Two days later I've received the product I was expecting and can take
back to Joni everything I borrowed.  The product is moving like crazy
these days, and I'm loving my income checks now.  On my way home from
a show that evening, I stop by Joni's house to drop of the stuff.
When I knock on the door, Melissa answers.

"Hi Melissa, is your mom here?  I need to drop off this stuff."

"No, she's on a date with Jeff tonight and won't be back until late.
But you can come in."

Now, I know that normally Joni has a rule about Melissa letting people
in the house when she's gone, so I figure I'll be in and out in 2
minutes.  I take my box and start restocking everything on Joni's Mary
Kay shelves.  Wow women are vain!  You wouldn't believe how much stuff
I sell to cover wrinkles, smooth skin, lose weight.  And all because
they're all too damned lazy to go to the gym a few nights a week to
stay in shape.  I'm sorry lady, but do you really think that new
foundation is going to cover the 30 pounds you need to lose?  You'd
need a whole bucket!

Yeah, that's honestly the kind of stuff I think about when I'm doing
these shows.  Then I chuckle all the way to the bank.  I'm snapped out
of this witty internal monologue by Melissa's touch on my arm.

"No, wait.  That doesn't go there anymore.  It goes here!"

Melissa starts doing my job for me, so I just stand back and admire
her.  As she reaches up to put stuff on the top shelf her shirt rides
way up and I can see her entire stomach.  Granted, I'd like to see
more, but this is still pretty nice.  I can tell from the pantylines
of her light yellow pajama bottoms that she's wearing thong panties.
Wow!  At 14.  I didn't think her mom would buy stuff like that for
her.  But her mom is really skinny and wears only thong panties.
(Yeah, that's the kind of thing you learn about women at these
meetings!)

After Melissa is done she goes back to the couch and resumes watching
the TV show that I apparently interrupted.  I think of leaving, then
change my mind and plop down right beside her.  "So how's my film star
doing?".

"Pretty good.  I had an audition today at Studio West.  They said
they'd call me back tomorrow."

"I'm sure you'll get that part.  When you read it with me you sounded great."

"Really?"

"Yeah.  You should call me and let me know what they say."

She agrees and I give her my phone number.  I am eager to get out of
there just in case Joni gets home.  Melissa follows me to the door,
and as I'm exiting I grab her in a warm hug.  I've never hugged her
before because Joni was always around.  Mel seems surprised at first,
but then relaxes and hugs me back, pressing her full breasts against
me.  'Yummy' is all I can think.  This girl would be a tasty treat.

.......................

The next day I get a phone call in the afternoon from a very excited
young girl.  She's managed to get a major role in the play "The
Foreigner" that her studio is doing.  She tells me there is only one
problem.  When I ask, all I get is "I'll tell you later" and then she
quickly hangs up.

Confused, I go on with my day until about 8 that evening when I get a
phonecall from Joni's apartment again.  I'm used to Joni calling me,
so I just answer "Yeah Joni?".

"Uh, no Tim.  It's Melissa."

"Oh, hi Melissa.  What's up?"

"Well, I never got a chance to finish telling you about my part."

"You're right.  You didn't.  What's the problem you were talking about."

"OK, so I have to play the young woman, right?"

"Right."

"So she's supposed to be engaged to this other guy and pregnant."

"Yeah, but she just got pregnant, so it's not like you have to look
big or anything."

"I know, but they want me to kiss the guy who's playing David."

"Of course, Melissa.  In the play you two are engaged.  Wouldn't you
kiss your fiance?"

"I guess so.  It just seems weird on stage.  Help!"

"OK, OK.  Why don't I come over sometime and we can read through it."

She agrees and gives me a time to meet her the following Monday.  But
when I get there on Monday, her mom is noticably missing.  When I ask,
she non-chalantly says that her mom just left for a show and won't be
back for about 3 hours.  She thinks that will make it easier to work
because her mom is so noisy.

Right!  This girl was trying to get alone time with me.  Awesome!  So
we quickly dive into work.  We're sitting on the couch, arm and leg
touching.  As we read I really try to play up the part, holding her
hand, stroking her cheek, laying my palm on her thigh.  She's wearing
shorts this time, and the feeling of her warm, soft skin is just
wonderful.  When it comes time for "the kiss", I bend over her and
softly kiss her on the lips.  They're smooth and full, but she barely
responds.  When I pull back and look at her she says, "OK, OK, I've
never kissed a boy".

"Well, you kiss your mom all the time.  Just do the same thing."

"Yeah, but you aren't my mom.  It's different."

"Sure it is.  But you have to start with what you know."

We go through the scene several more times, taking breaks in between
each reading to have a snack and discuss the work.  By the end she's
getting better, but she still seems hesitant.  I think of a good trick
that will help her and me at the same time.

"You know Mel, when I'm having trouble with something like this, I
usually just push myself to go over-the-top with it.  That way I have
a place to pull back to if I get scared."

"What?  Tim, you never get scared.  You're awesome."

"Thanks, but I do.  I did this scene in film class that had a kiss,
and I had just met the girl.  I'd never done a romantic scene before
and was really nervous.  But when we got together before class to go
over the scene we decided to take it really far and turn a funeral
scene into a sex scene."

"Really?".  Melissa's eyes grow huge.  "What did you do?"

"Well, she basically undressed me in front of the camera and kissed me
all over while I ran my hands all over her body.  Then we kissed a
lot."

"Just in practice?"

"Well, no, right there in front of everyone, on camera.  But we had
practiced it like that in advance, so when we got on camera we were
both comfortable."

"I'd love to see that!"

"Deal.  I'll bring it over the next time we work.  But I really should
get going.  I don't want your mom to catch me here and yell at you for
letting someone in."

"Yeah, she'd probably ground me for a year!"

"Well, why don't we do this?  The next time I come over I'll bring
some product, and if your mom comes home we'll jump up really quickly
and pretend that we were restocking it.  I'll lie to her and say my
cell phone died and I was just about to call her from your house line,
which is why I couldn't call ahead."

She agrees, and we set our next meeting time for the next time her mom
has a Mary Kay show.  It sure was nice of Joni to leave her entire
schedule posted on the refrigerator!

--------------------

It isn't until Thursday afternoon that I'm able to sneak back over to
Joni's apartment to see Melissa, but I arrive with video in hand.
When Melissa opens the door she pulls me in quickly and gives me an
excited hug.  What a great smile on this kid!  She grabs me a coke and
we sit down on the couch, nice and close.

On the TV a small office appears with a gorgeous, young looking woman
standing in the foreground.  After a few seconds you can hear a voice
yell "action" and I appear from off left.  The scene involves two
friends who have mistakenly gotten into a love affair, and it's very
obvious that the girl in the scene is trying to seduce me.  She pushes
me into a chair and straddles me, unbuttoning my shirt and nibbling on
my neck.

As we're watching I spend more time looking at Melissa, guaging her
reaction.  I've already seen this video a dozen times.  Hell, I've
jacked off to it a dozen times!  As the action on camera gets more
intense I notice Melissa start to flush.  At the moment on the film
when I start kissing my scene partner, Melissa grabs my arm and
squeezes it.  I can tell she's impressed.

Very soon the film is over and Melissa turns to me.  "Tim, that was
great!  You were totally awesome!"

"Thanks."

"Wow, that was really amazing.  How did you do that?"

"Well, you just sort of close your eyes and let it happen.  Honestly,
I forgot I was in the middle of a group of people and in front of a
camera.  I just let it turn me on so it would look real."

"It did!"

I decide I should play my ace in the hole now.  "You know, I brought
the script.  Do you want to give it a try?"

"Doing it like that?"

"Well, whatever you're comfortable with.  Just think about it.  If you
can do something like that, you'll have no problem with a little peck
kiss on stage."

"OK.  What do we do?"

I walk through the scene with her, giving her her blocking.  When we
get to the point where she's supposed to climb up on my lap she seems
a little hesitant at first.  But once she is there it FEELS great.
She's in shorts again and they pull up high on her thighs.  As I put
my hands on her back I love the feel of the smoothness.  We're
eye-to-eye and only a few inches apart as I talk her though the love
scene.  When I think she understands what she's doing, we give it a
try.

She has a script in her hand and is doing pretty well.  Until we get
to the part where she's supposed to start undressing me and kissing my
neck.  One problem...she can't do that with a script in her hand.  I
have to come up with an idea fast.

"OK, Mel, that's not going to work.  So after you climb up on my lap
why don't you drop the script and we'll just improv.  You know the
basic blocking and where we're trying to get to.  So just work for
that."

At this point I KNOW I'm manipulating her.  Melissa just finished an
improv class at the studio where she's training, and I'm sure they
didn't do anything like this in the class.  But she wants to appear
grown-up and professional in front of me so she acts like it's no big
deal and she's done it a thousand times.

This time when she climbs up in my lap she drops her script and looks
at me.  In her eyes I see fear.  Fear and something else.  She's a
little hesitant as she starts kissing my neck and fumbles horribly
with the buttons.  So we have to stop and give a lesson on how to take
off a guy's shirt.  Then a lesson on kissing on the neck.  It all
seems to be taking forever, but as long as the girl is in my lap I
have a raging hard-on.

We finally get everything worked out pretty well and have a couple of
run-throughs of the full scene.  Honestly, she still seems really
stiff and hesitant, but when the kissing part comes I take full
advantage of it.  I gently tug on her lips with mine, trying to draw
out her sweet little tongue.  It's no use.  She doesn't know what I'm
going for.  But that's OK.  Getting to run my hands up and down her
back and sides, up her shirt, and onto her butt, is more than enough
for me.

We quit early, making sure that there's an hour "buffer zone" before
her mom should be back.  My dick is yelling "stay" but I know that if
I don't go there may not be a next time.  As we're hugging goodbye,
Melissa says she'll call me about when we can meet again.  I kiss her
on the cheek and leave.  On my way out I wonder if she really does
need to check her mom's schedule, or if she just was using that as an
excuse to not meet again.  Did I go too far?  I mean, her mom's
schedule was right there on the fridge.  We could have scheduled it
then.

--------------------

I worry about it all the way up until our weekly group workshop the
next night.  When I walk in I'm prepared for an assault from Joni, but
she's sweet as usual, buzzing around trying to make everyone happy.
Once during the evening Melissa comes out of her room to get some food
from the kitchen but doesn't even look at us.  Well, at least she's
not blowing my cover.  Finally as the meeting ends she comes out of
her room to say hi to everyone.  As she passes me I barely notice her
mouthing "I'll call you" to me.  I smile.  She's keeping our little
secret.  How perfect.

I'm barely into my car when my cell phone rings.  It's Melissa.

"Hi Tim.  Sorry I had to act so weird, but I didn't want my mom to
think anything.  She's in the living room gabbing with Aunt Judy right
now so I only have a minute to talk.  Can you come over tomorrow night
around 8?"

"Yeah, but isn't your mom going to be home?"

"No, she has another date.  Last time she didn't get back until 2.  I
have no idea what she was doing so late."

I smile.  Children can be so naive.  We agree on the time and I drive
the 45 minutes home.  Why can't my lolita live a decent distance away?

-----------------------

All these covert meetings on short notice are really starting to eat
into my business.  I've had to reschedule three Mary Kay parties now
because of her.  So while I know in my head that I should never expect
too much in a situation like this, I guess I'm also hoping to get a
good return on my business.

That's the attitude I feel the next day as I'm driving up to her small
apartment.  It's raining so hard I can barely see, and I start to get
ticked-off as I wait in the downpour for her to open the door.  When
she finally does, I try to get in, but she wants to kiss me on the
lips.  I let her give me a quick peck, and then hear loud, shrill
giggling coming from the corner.  "Oh my gosh!  I thought you were
teasing!".  It's her friend Katie.  Now this is certainly a new one.
We've always been alone in the past, and to be honest, I'm not that
comfortable having another girl there.  It's just one more person that
I need to keep quiet.  But apparently I've become the source of a
kissing dare from one of Melissa's friends.

"Melissa, I thought we said we were going to keep our meetings
completely secret.  You know how much trouble I could get in", I bark.
 "What have you told her?"

Melissa looks extremely scared and doesn't answer.  Katie jumps in.
"Don't worry about it Tim.  Mel explained everything.  She said that
you're working on a scene together and she wanted someone to come over
and watch to give an opinion."

Yeah, but does she know what kind of scene?  I'm really not sure what
to do here.  Yeah, I want to stay and see what happens, but come on!
I mean, sure I've jacked off in my bedroom about fooling around with
two young girls, but what are the chances of that really happening?
That's the problem with most pedophiles...they spend so much time
jerking off in their own little world that they forget that not every
young girl just wants to drop her pants for the first older guy who
comes along.  Still...Katie is REALLY good looking.  She's much
thinner and more poised.  I'm pretty sure Melissa said she takes
ballet classes.

Well, I figure that I'm already in deep enough to get me into trouble,
so I might as well at least see what the game is.  I sit down to have
a "serious adult talk".  They always listen better when you do that
because they want to appear more grown-up.  I explain to Katie that
I'm just trying to help Melissa out and that I could really help her
pursue a career in acting if that's what she wants.  I also offer to
put Katie in touch with the right people for modeling, if she's
interested.  Ego is always a good target.  She seems excited and
willing to keep things quiet.

"So, Melissa, what do you want to do?", I ask.  She says that she'd
like to do the scene again so we can get some feedback from Katie.  So
with a little setup, we run through the scene again.  And the second
she climbs up on my lap, I get a hard-on.  It was difficult enough to
hide this from one young girl.  Now I have to hide it from two!  And
Katie is watching us like a hawk.  The love scene goes fairly
smoothly, although Melissa still doesn't seem comfortable doing it.
Eager, yes.  Comfortable, no.  And I'm a little less eager with the
kissing knowing that I'm being watch, too.

When the scene is over, Melissa jumps right off my lap, leaving my
aching cock with nothing to grind up against.  I sort of lean over to
hide it, and we get feedback from Katie.

"Well, it was pretty good...but honestly?", Mel nods yes, "Honestly,
it looked kind of fake.  I mean, it doesn't look like you really WANT
to be kissing him.  I think if I were doing the scene I'd be a lot
more agressive."

"Like what?", I ask, the wheels already turning.

"Well, I mean, she's climbing up into your lap because she wants to
have sex with you, right?  So I guess if that's the point, then you
need to really look like you want it."

"Show us", Mel coaches.

"Well", Katie hesitates, "I guess I'd straddle BOTH legs instead of
just one, like this".  She starts the same way Melissa had, but
instead of sitting on one leg, forces both my legs together and puts
hers on either side of me as she sits down on top of me.  At first I'm
a little disappointed, because Melissa's method really ground her
pussy into my leg.  But then Katie 'adjusts' herself and forces her
crotch right into mine.  Heaven!  Finally something pressing against
my dick.  I try to force her back a little so she won't feel my
hard-on, but she sees that as an invitation to 'adjust' again and
rocks her pelvis against mine, stroking my dick with her pubic bone.
I know it's not much, but suddenly I'm aware of Katie's whole
body...her long legs stretching behind me on either side, her cute
short blonde hair and pixie face, graceful neck, and thin figure with
small breasts poking out from a soft girlish tank-top.  I can tell as
I place my hands on her back that she isn't wearing a bra, and through
her track pants I swear I can feel the crackle of her pubic bush.

Katie continues, and I become convinced that this had already been
well planned-out.  "And then when you get in close, you should play
with his hair and run your hands up and down his arms and his chest."
She begins to stroke me as she runs her hands along my arms to my
chest, bunching my shirt up around my pecks and softly stimulating my
nipples with her nails.  I wonder if she has any idea what she is
doing, or if this is just beginner's luck.

"Then as you unbutton his shirt, run your lips softly along his neck
and kiss every so often.  That will drive him nuts."  I lean to one
side so she can continue her lesson.  But I'm in bliss and want
nothing more than to throw this girl down on the couch next to us and
fuck her right in front of her friend.  I'm really working to keep it
together as she finishes unbuttoning my shirt and slides her hands up
my bare chest.  I'm probably a little more man than she's used to with
her highschool boyfriends.

"And when you finally go to kiss him on the mouth, do it with your
whole body".  She leans in, her delicate, thin lips heading straight
toward me.  I close my eyes as she wraps one arm behind my head and
pulls me into her.  Our first contact is light and gentle, contrasting
the way she's digging her fingers into the back of my scalp.  Then we
pull apart momentarily, she smiles at me shyly, then grinds her hips
hard against me as she comes back for more.  My dick starts throbbing
as it feels the softness between her legs.  Her thin pants can't hide
the tender warmth that is eminating from her crotch.  I begin to lose
myself as her lips press against mine and I feverishly run my hands up
and down her back, resting on her tight ass.  Wow, the dance thing
paid off.  Her butt is rock hard, and as I examine the terrain with my
fingers, I discover she is also wearing thong panties.  Maybe that's
where Melissa got the idea.  I can't help myself and I run my hands
once more up her back, this time under her shirt, then straight down
into the back of her sweat pants, resting them on the top of her ass
cheeks.  Her panties feel silky, what little there is of them, and
frilly around the edges.  Her tongue starts to slowly tease me as she
coaxes me to open my mouth.  Before I know it, she's full-on french
kissing me, and her pelvis has started a regular pace against my dick.
 I'm sure she's felt my erection now, but I don't care.  Her smell is
overwhelming me and I pull her harder against me, wanting nothing but
to get off in this girl's arms.  I can feel the heat of her private
parts against me bringing on my orgasm.  As the cum starts to build in
my balls, I let out a small moan, and suddenly, before I know it, she
has jumped off of me, leaving me sitting back in the chair with my
rock hard erection sticking straight out and my shirt in a tangle
behind me.

"See...that's how you do it!  You just pretend like you want to have
sex with him."  All that was pretend!  I don't know whether to be
outraged or impressed at Katie's little performance, so I get up
instead and rush to the bathroom.

Rinsing my face off I study myself in the mirror.  What have I gotten
myself into?  Now I want to fuck both of them, and I just got a
demonstration first-hand at how easily the little tart could toss me
aside.  This has become the point of no return.  I either stay and
pursue something, risking jail, or I leave right now and risk kicking
my own ass for the rest of my life.  Staying seems to be the foolish
yet obvious choice.

As I come out of the bathroom both girls seem to be concerned about
why I rushed off so quickly, and I explain to them that I just had to
go pee really badly.

"Oh, is that what happens when guys get hard?  They have to pee?",
Katie asks coyly.  Ouch.  She's got me on that one.  Truth seems the
best route now.

"No, Katie, I was hard because the scene we just did really turned me
on.  You were quite convincing, just like you should have been."  She
takes the compliment with a smile and winks maliciously at her best
friend.

"Melissa, why don't you give it another try?", she begs.  "I bet
you'll do a LOT better than I did."  Wow, I can't believe the two
girls are competing over who can turn me on more.  When a man gets in
the middle, even two best friends can get vicious competing for his
attention.

As Mel starts the scene, I wonder what she will do to top her friend.
Aside from sucking my cock, I'm not sure what she could try.  I ponder
it as the scene moves forward and she straddles me, this time copying
Katie.

Breasts.  The word blazes through my mind as she pushes my hands
harder against her chest.  That's the one thing she has that Katie
doesn't.  Large breasts.  And she's using them to her full advantage.
Even though my hands are on the outside of her shirt, I can appreciate
the beauty of the large globes now resting in my hands.  14 year old
tits are so much firmer than those of women my age.  Melissa has just
upped the boldness factor another step, and although her stroking and
kissing isn't nearly as exciting as what Katie did, the two handfuls
of soft flesh in front of me make up for it.  I'm trying to memorize
every little detail, knowing that I only have a short amount of time.
I wonder if I can make her nipples hard?  That would certainly give
her something to remember.  I begin to use my fingernails against the
spot where I think they are, scratching up and down.  Within seconds
they make themselves known through her shrit and bra, and I feverishly
work my fingernails in circles around them.  They're both hard buttons
now, pressing against me.  Just as the scene is about to end I grab
both of them between my fingers and pinch them hard.  Melissa sucks
her breath in really fast, flushes bright red, and jumps off of me.
But she doesn't say anything.

Katie is leaning back against the couch, her soft shirt draping gently
over her small buds.  She must have seen what I was doing to Melissa
and imagined it was her, because her own nipples are sticking out
noticably.  I am in so much bliss at the site of these nubile
nymphettes.  Katie starts to praise Melissa's performance.

"Mel, that's exactly what I was talking about.  You quit worrying so
much about 'ooh, a boy is touching me' and just did it, and it looked
a lot better", Katie adds.

"I know, I know.  I'm just...not used to having a guy touch me."  This
is my opening, and I finally decide to take it.  I mean, I've been
behaving myself really well to this point, haven't I?

"You know what might work?  I mean, just to make you more comfortable?
 Something like 'Truth or Dare'.  That would probably help you get
past the point where any kind of touching feels new.  I mean, in this
scene you've already had sex with the guy.  You know EXACTLY how good
it will feel to have him kiss you, and stroke your breasts, and push
himself up inside you."  I'm purposely being descriptive, hoping that
it might turn the girls on more.

I would swear Katie is my secret partner in crime as she jumps in.
"That's a great idea.  I'll play too just so that you aren't alone.
What a great idea."

We all get drinks from the fridge and then sit in a circle on the
floor.  Since I thought up the game I get to go first.  "Katie, truth
or dare".

"Truth."  Ok, we can start off the slow way.

"Have you ever french kissed a boy other than me?"

"Yes."

Katie then receives the gauntlet and asks me a question back when I
choose 'truth'.

"Tim, have you ever seen a girl naked?"

"Yes."  That's an easy one.  Now I get to pick again and want to bring
Mel into the game.

"Melissa, truth or dare."  She chooses truth, I guess wanting to match
Katie and I.  "Have you ever seen a guy naked?"

"Yes."  Katie begins to squeal with delight, pestering for details.
"Well, when I was little I saw my dad naked in the shower all the
time.  I guess that counts."

"But no one your own age", I ask?

"No."  Now it's her turn, and she fires back at me.  I decide to break
this run of truth and select dare.  "I dare you to touch Katie's boobs
under her shirt, and you have to keep your hands there for 10
seconds."

I'm eager to comply and lean over to Katie.  She smiles shyly but
doesn't resist as I place both hands on her flat stomach and tuck my
fingers under her shirt.  The tank top bunches up on my wrists as I
push up and my fingertips mount the surface of her tits.  They're
small, barely B-cups, but they still feel nice and her nipples grow
hard under my touch.  Trying not to be too obvious, I slowly massage
them during my 10 seconds.  Katie confidently stares me down the
entire time, but her breathing does increase.  When time is called I
reluctantly pull out and Katie readjusts her top.

But now I get to return the favor to Melissa and am pleased to hear
her select 'dare'.  I dare her to take her shirt off and leave it off
for the rest of the game.  She consents and quickly pulls off her top,
showing her frilly white bra and the tops of her C-cup boobs.  Now
that it is her turn again, Katie leans over and they begin feverishly
consulting each other.  I pretend not to be interested, but really I
hope they come up with something good.  After about 30 seconds they
separate and Melissa goes straight to dare.  "Tim, I dare you to take
off your pants and leave them off."  Wow, that could be dangerous.
There's no way my boxers will hide my erection.

I come up with a great idea.  "Melissa, you never asked me to choose
'truth or dare'.  I want 'truth'."  She seems somewhat thrown off and
starts to pout.

"Come on Tim, don't be a baby", Katie challenges.

"OK, I'll do both."

Melissa asks, "Have you ever had sex with a girl?".

"Yes", I respond, and unbutton and unzip my pants.  Both girls are
staring as I pull them off and throw them aside.  I can tell they're
trying not to look at the bulge in my pants, but they aren't doing a
very good job.  That's fine.  It's my turn again, and I've been
waiting to get Katie good.  When she selects 'dare', trying to look
brave, I smirk at her and challenge, "I dare you to take your shirt
off and play with your nipples for 30 seconds".

Katie seems shocked and hesitates, so I mimic her with, "Come on
Katie, don't be a baby!".  Melissa giggles and we both smirk at Katie.
 Not knowing what else to do, she complies.  Off comes the shirt and I
get my first view of 14 year old tits.  They're pointy with tiny
little nipples that don't look that much different than my own.  Their
small cone shape is pleasing to the eye, even more so as Katie starts
to stroke them in circles with the tips of her fingers.  Then she
gives me a "I can play this game" look and licks her finger tips.  She
then rubs her moist digits against her small buds with a sexy look
toward me.  If I wanted to fuck her before, this has sealed the deal.
The 30 seconds goes way too fast as she gently teases, pinches, and
strokes her boobs.  And like a good girl she doesn't put her shirt
back on when she is done.

Now that she's in the driver's seat, she is primed for revenge.  "Tim,
I dare you to take off Melissa's pants and touch her between her legs
for 30 seconds".  She skipped 'truth or dare', but I don't protest
this time.  Melissa does, however.

"But that's TWO things.  You can't dare him to do TWO things."  I can
tell we're pushing the edge with Melissa, and I don't want to freak
her out, but I also would LOVE to stroke her pussy.

"Come on, Melissa.  The whole point of the game is for you to get
comfortable with a guy touching you", Katie counters.

"I don't care.  It's still two things."

"OK, then.  Tim, I want you to touch Melissa on the outside of her
panties so that everyone can see."

"But that's the same THING!", Melissa cries.

"Maybe, but now it's ONE dare."

Melissa seems stuck, not sure what to do.  "Fine", she says.  I'm
worried now that she's not even going to enjoy it, so I go slowly.  As
I unbutton her pants I make a face at her and she eventually breaks
down and giggles, cutting the tension.  I unzip her and she raises her
butt off the floor so her pants can clear her hips.  I get the first
glimpse of her light pink thong panties, which are frilly on the edge
just like Katie's, I imagine.  They must shop at the same store.
There is an awkward moment as we position ourselves, Katie insisting
that Mel spread her legs apart "so everyone can see".  I slowly reach
out and touch Melissa's pubic mound, feeling the scratchy hair
beneath.  Then I run my palm face-up down lower.  I find the opening
of her lips and start stroking in small circles over her hole.  Her
breathing gets harder and she looks away shyly.  I can feel the start
of moisture soaking into her warm panties from her soft, squishy
pussy.  I try to pry her lips apart under the material and put
pressure where I think her clit must be.  Before I have a chance to
locate it Katie calls time and Melissa closes her legs.

"OK, my turn", she says.  "Tim, I dare you to play with yourself 'so
that everyone can see'".  Nice move, Melissa.  Well, there's nothing I
can do, so I reach under me and pull off my boxers, exposing my rock
hard cock.  Both the girls and I notice that there is moisture
dripping out of the tip.  I rub it in circles onto the crown of my
penis, then slowly stroke up and down for the girls to see.  They are
both transfixed as I play with my cock.  I wasn't given a time limit,
but can only stroke for about a minute before I feel my orgasm coming.
 Granted, I'd like to get up and spray my load on their faces, but
that's not going to happen right now so I eventually slow down and
then stop.

I've had a dare in my head the entire time, and as I examine Katie
without a top and Melissa in her underwear, it seems like a great
time.  "OK, Katie.  I dare you to make out with Melissa for two
minutes in just your underwear."

Both are shocked this time.  "But we aren't lezbos!", Melissa shrieks.
 Both girls protest and I quickly convince them that no, I don't think
they're gay.  It's just something that boys like to watch.

"Honestly, haven't you two ever kissed?".  They both agree that they
have, but that it was to practice kissing and they didn't do it
because they liked it or anything.

"Fine", I say, "Then just pretend like you're learning how to make
out.  I don't really care.  I just want to watch."  They both scoot
away and begin feverishly consulting.  I figure I'm going to have a
pretty big dare if they consent to this.  They both start howling with
laughter and then come back to the circle.

"Ok, we'll do it.  But then we get to dare you to do something."
Katie stands up and pulls off her track pants.  Matching panties!
Hmmm, they must have planned this out.  Katie looks so nice and thin
in the thong panties.  I notice she has the bikini tan lines that her
friend lacks, even though she is a little paler.  They both sit facing
each other and hesitantly kiss.  After and embarrassed giggle they put
their arms around each other and really start going at it.  Mel
spreads her legs apart and pulls her thin friend on top of her.
Katie's hands move to Mel's larger tits as Mel gropes Katie's ass, her
hands running under the waist band of Katie's panties and onto her
bare cheeks.  Both girls are breathing hard and Katie starts to moan
and grind her hips against Melissa.  I can't take it anymore and
resume stroking my cock, watching the two 14 year olds play.  The
matching thong panties are just too sexy!  I lean over to my left so I
can see between their legs.  I'm pretty sure I can discern a wet spot
in both crotches.  Wow.  for two girls who are worried about being
thought of as lesbians, they sure are grinding, rubbing, and kissing
each other with passion.  Katie moves to Melissa's neck, sucking and
nibbling on it just like she had done to mine.  Melissa arches her
back and moans in response, and starts pulling Katie's pelvis hard
against her.

I need come NOW and move toward the girls to join the action, but as I
put my hand on Katie's back, the clock starts chiming and Melissa
jumps up with a start, tossing Katie into me.  "Shit!", she yells.
"Get dressed.  Get dressed.  My mom was supposed to be home 15 minutes
ago."

In our desire to fool around none of us had watched the clock.  It was
well passed the "buffer zone" time when I was supposed to leave.  We
all pull clothing on as fast as we can in an effort to get me out the
door.

As I leave, I try one more idea.  "You know, there's this movie called
'Lolita' that has a scene almost exactly like the one we're doing,
except the guy is driving.  Maybe watching it would give you a few
ideas on how to seduce an older man."  Mel and Katie both like the
idea, and I agree to bring it over 'next time' so we three can watch
it.  I give them both peck kisses before peeking out the door to see
if the coast is clear.  It seems to be and I hurry off to my car.

I pull out of the apartments without even putting my seatbelt on,
wanting to get clear of the scene.  As I get to the light at the
corner I watch Joni pass me, turning left.  She doesn't see me, I
don't think.  I call Melissa quickly to warn her, then promise to "do
it again soon".  Whew, that was too close!  Two more minutes and I
would have been caught naked on the floor masturbating in front of
Joni's daughter who was in her underwear making out with her almost
naked friend.

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