It started out just a few weeks after I moved into my new apartment – working from home, I get the chance to learn a little more about my neighbors than usual. For example, it was only a week or so before I met my next-door neighbor, and learned that she was divorced, and had a 12-year-old daughter, plus two sons, 7 and 3 years old. I'd seen the kids, of course, but was happy learn that the young vixen I'd seen around the complex lived so close – and that her name was Robyn. I knew the girl was young, but I frequently saw her walking around in VERY tight jeans (her ass was a little large for her size, but nice and firm) and snug shirts (snug enough to show that she had orange-size breasts); she had a very pretty face with medium-length dark, curly hair. Even though I knew not to even get close to her, I still couldn't help but think about jumping her sexy little body.
After that first conversation, I'd continue to chat a little with her mother whenever we saw each other outside. One time, she mentioned that Robyn had a report to write, and she needed to do an extra-good job with it so as to bring her grades up a bit. I offered to let Robyn use my computer and word processor, and print the report out on my laser printer – I was pretty much caught up with my work, and wouldn't need to be doing anything while Robyn did her report. Her mother agreed that it was okay with her, and said that when Robyn came home, she'd ask if she wanted to use the computer.
About 6:30 that night, Robyn knocked on my door, and asked if my offer to let her use the computer was still good. I said that it was, invited her in, and got her seated at the computer desk in the living room. I got the computer fired up and the word processor loaded, and showed her the most basic commands, like cut-and-paste. I then told her that I'd be right there in the living room reading a book, and that if she had any problems or questions, not to hesitate to ask me. She agreed, and I left her there while I went over and started back in on my book.
After a few minutes, she said that she was thirsty, and asked if I had anything to drink; when I ran down the options, she said she'd like a Coke, so I got her one, and went back to my book. A couple hours later, she'd finished her report, so I showed her how to use the spell checker, and then the grammar checker. When she'd corrected the problems these had found, I showed her how to print out her report, which she did. After she'd gone over the report printout, she asked me a few questions about the computer, then said that she had to get home because the next day was a school day. I said "fine", and shut down the computer as she collected her things, before opening the door for her to leave.
The next day, her mother stopped by for a few minutes to thank me for letting Robyn use the computer. I told her it really wasn't any problem, and that if Robyn needed to do anything like that again, I'd be glad to let her use the computer again, assuming I wasn't too far behind on my schedule. She thanked me, and admitted to me that she'd been a little worried about letting Robyn go inside my apartment alone; but that Robyn had told her what I had done and said, and that she was comfortable with letting Robyn visit me.
A few days later, it was raining (as my grandmother used to say) "like a cow pissing on a flat rock", and I saw that Robyn was soaking wet and sitting outside her apartment door. I stuck my head out, and asked her why she didn't go inside, and was told that she'd forgotten her key, and the apartment manager wasn't in for her to get a spare. I told her that she could come into my apartment to dry off and get warm, if she wanted. She thought about it for a second, and then agreed. When she got inside, I had her wait for a bit just inside the door, while I went and got a large bath towel, which I wrapped around her. I had her take off her wet sneakers and socks, gave her a pair of my athletic socks (which fit her like socks on a chicken), and told her that she could go into the bathroom and use the towels there to dry off and get some of the rain out of her clothing. She seemed a bit hesitant, but I told her that it was okay, that I'd still be in the living room working on the computer – and the bathroom door locked, anyway. She smiled at that, and off she went into the bathroom. After about 15 minutes, she came back out, with her clothes appreciably dryer than before. She also had a couple of towels in one hand, and asked me what she should do with them – I took them from her, and dropped them into the laundry hamper. When I got back into the living room, I noticed that she had some things in her other hand, and when I asked if she wanted to put them somewhere to dry, she blushed furiously – only then did I realize that they were her bra and panties.
She was still a bit damp, and just standing there, so I went and got her another towel, laid it on a chair, and told her to go ahead and sit down.
Then, I went into the kitchen and started some water for tea. While waiting for the water to boil, I went back in and told her that if she wanted to watch some TV or listen to the stereo, she could, but that she'd have to keep the sound down so I could finish up my work on the computer.
She agreed, and I gave her the remote for the TV; she quickly found some afternoon cartoons which we both watched and laughed at until the tea kettle started whistling. I made us both some tea, brought her a cup, and then took mine over to drink while I finished my work. While I was working, she was very careful to keep the sound down, even muting the TV when commercials came on.
After an hour or so, she came over to see what I was doing; and when she walked up next to me I turned to see what she wanted, and was greeted by the sight of her still-damp shirt clinging to her breasts – and her hard, dark nipples peeking through the material. I instantly started to get hard, and it was a few moments before I was able to tear my eyes away from her chest and look at her face. She obviously noticed where I'd been looking, because she blushed a little and then pushed her chest out a little more – which pulled my eyes right back down! I enjoyed the view for a few seconds, then looked back into her eyes, and asked her "What's goin' on?". She said that she'd just come over to see what I was working on, and try to learn a little bit about what I did on the computer. I told her that I was a free-lance programmer, and that most of what I did would probably seem pretty boring. She asked me what it was like working for myself, and I told her that it wasn't as much fun as she might think, but that I enjoyed being able to shuffle my schedule around to suit myself, and not having to answer to a boss anywhere near as often. She laughed a little bit, and asked if she could watch me as I worked. I said it was OK with me, but cautioned her against interrupting me. She agreed, and pulled a chair up so that she could see what I was doing, but not be in the way. I went back to work, and really never noticed she was there except for a couple times when she got up to put her teacup in the kitchen, and when she went to get rid of the tea she'd drank.
An hour or so later, we heard her mother come home, so she thanked me for letting her get warm and dry off, and I told her it was no problem.
She went back to her apartment, and a few minutes later, her mother came over to thank me for letting Robyn get in out of the rain. She said that when she'd seen Robyn wearing only her shirt and carrying her bra and panties, she'd started to panic a bit, but when Robyn told her where she'd been and what I'd done (and more importantly, NOT done), she felt better about it. I told her that it wasn't any problem, and that if I had any kids in the same situation, I'd trust her to do the same. That seemed to reassure her some more, so she thanked me again, and left.
Over the next few weeks, we had several more rainstorms, and sometimes Robyn would forget her key, and I'd let her in my apartment while she waited for her mother to get home. A couple of times, Robyn would be drenched again, and I'd send her into the bathroom to dry herself off and get some of the water out of her clothes. It seemed that every time I did that, she'd come out of the bathroom, and make it a point to let me see that she wasn't wearing a bra, and how her nipples stuck out from her shirt. I'd look, of course, but never said anything, and didn't try to grab her or touch her in any way. When I was caught up on my project, I'd sit and talk to her, usually explaining different things about the computer or technology, or answering questions she had about different things. The things that she'd want to talk about would range from little-girl-ish to fairly mature woman. Gradually, as she got to trust me more and more, and understood that I wasn't going to tell her mother anything she said to me, she'd discuss things with me that were distinctly personal.
Finally, one afternoon, she had stopped by just to visit, and while we were talking, she brought up the subject of sex. She'd kind of hinted around it before, and I'd always respond to her comments or questions honestly, but politely (not using 'slang' terms for different things). This time was different though – she told me straight out that although her mother had told her a little "about the birds and bees – UGH!", she really didn't understand what it was all about. I asked her what she meant, and she said that she understood the physical part of it about how babies were made and so on, but didn't really know what to think about "well, the rest of it – you know!". I asked her if there was something she was bothered about, or wanted to know, and after a few seconds of "um" and "uh", she finally came out and told me that one of the boys at school "he's SOOOOOO cute!" was trying to get her to go out with him, and be his girlfriend – and that he was pressuring her to have sex with him. I asked her what about his other girlfriends, and she said that he'd had several different girlfriends, but that he'd broken up with all of them. I asked her why he'd broken up with so many girlfriends, and she said that she didn't really know. I suggested that she find out, and then decide. She asked me why, and I told her that it sounded to me as though all he was really after was to have sex with her – that it sounded as though he was "collecting cherries". She asked what I meant, and I told her that there were some boys that enjoyed making out with a lot of different girls, and even being the one to have sex with them the first time, but that once they'd gotten a girl in bed, they'd lose interest in her, and go out to find another one. Then, Robyn admitted that she'd heard some rumors that some of the other girls had gone to bed with this boy, too, but that others had refused. So I told her that it might be interesting to find out when he'd broken up with the girls that were rumored to have gone to bed with him. She thought about that for a minute, and said "Yeah – you're right." Then she asked me if I thought she was wrong for thinking about having sex with the boy. I told her that I only thought it was wrong to have sex with someone because you thought you HAD to, not because you WANTED to. She asked what I meant, and I simply said "If you make love or have sex with someone because you think you HAVE to for some reason, then yes, I think that's bad. Not because sex is bad, but because the REASONS are bad. If you're doing it because you WANT to, then enjoy yourself, and be smart enough not to get pregnant." She admitted that she did want to experience sex, but that she wasn't sure that she wanted it to be with this particular boy, and that she was also a little afraid because she'd heard that it would hurt the first time – hurt a LOT. I told her that if she was the least bit unsure about whether she wanted to have sex or make love with someone, then it was a pretty good indication that she probably shouldn't; and that depending on the girl, the first sexual experience didn't have to hurt at all, and certainly didn't have to hurt a LOT. She asked me why, and I explained to her that if the boy and girl were careful and gentle with each other, then the girl wouldn't be so afraid, and that going slowly and carefully with each other would mean that the amount of pain would be kept to a minimum. I asked her if she'd ever gotten shots at the doctor's; she said of course she had, and asked why. In reply, I asked if all the shots had hurt. She said "No". I asked her if the shots that she'd heard would hurt were the ones that seemed to hurt the most, and after she thought about it for a moment, agreed that was so. She thought about it a little more, and said "I understand – being afraid of something makes it harder to do, and if you have a chance to think about it, and do it when you're ready, it's easier." I told her that was right, and that seemed to relieve some of her fears. We chatted a couple more minutes, and then she went back to her apartment.
A couple days later, it was raining cats and dogs again, and Robyn came to my apartment again – thoroughly drenched from her trip home from school. I gave her a towel, and sent her into the bathroom, as usual.
When she came out, she kind of pranced over to me (her tits jiggling under her T-shirt), and surprised me by handing me her bra and panties, asking me if I could put them someplace where they'd dry. I looked at her, raised an eyebrow to let her know I knew she was up to something, and put her things on a towel rack in the bathroom. When I got back to the living room, she asked me if I was busy – I wasn't, so I told her so, and sat down on the couch across from the chair she was in.
She asked me "You remember that boy I told you about before?", and when I said that I did, the told me that she'd asked some of his former girlfriends, and found out that he'd broken up with them shortly after getting them to have sex with him. She also said that he'd broken up with the girls that had refused to make out or have sex with him when they had made it clear that they*wouldn't* do what he wanted. I said "Well, it sounds like you made a pretty good choice, then", and she blushed a bit, and said that I had helped by talking to her about what she was thinking and feeling, and getting it straight in her mind. I told her I was glad to be able to help, and she said that she was really grateful that I hadn't told her mother about any of the things that she'd said to me – she just KNEW that her mother would never understand.
The whole time we were talking, she kept wiggling around in the chair, and pulling on the hem of her T-shirt, pressing it against her breasts, and making her nipples show through it even more clearly. I knew she was up to something, but it still took me by surprise when she blurted out "Do you think I have nice tits?". I had always been honest with her, so I didn't figure I could do anything else except to answer her by saying "Yes, I do.", and teasing her a little, adding "You've shown them to me through your wet shirts enough!" She giggled a little, and said "I think they're too small, though. And my nipples are always so HARD! What do you think?", and pulled her T-shirt even tighter, pressing her breasts against her chest, making her nipples show even better through the wet material. I responded by saying "From where I sit, they look just fine – they're the right size for YOU, and most men think hard nipples are sexy."
With that, she stood up, walked over to me, and said "From where you sit isn't a very good view – ", and pulled her T-shirt completely off – leaving me with a close-up look at a pair of the smoothest, firmest, most nicely-shaped tits I'd seen in a LONG time. I started to get hard (again), and she asked me "Do you like the view now?", and I had to admit to her that I sure did! She asked me "Do you want to touch them and play with them?", and I had to tell her "I sure do – but I can get into a LOT of BIG-TIME trouble for it; hell, I could go to jail just for looking!".
She pouted a bit, and said "I'm not going to tell anybody – I*want* you to touch them!". I told her that if her mother ever found out about what she was doing there with me, she'd never get within a hundred feet of another boy, and that I'd be put in jail so fast it would be 3 weeks before I found out where I was. After I said that, she just replied "then we'd better be careful then, huh?", and moved even closer, so that her breasts were right in front of me. She leaned over a bit, and swung her leg over, so that she was sitting on my lap, facing me; then leaned forward so that her breasts were right in my face, teasing my lips with her nipples. Right then and there, what little bit of restraint I had left turned to so much dust, and I gently sucked one of her nipples into my mouth as I brought my hands up and started caressing and squeezing her breasts. She moaned deep in her throat, and reached behind me, pulling my head even closer. As I continued to lick and suck on her nipple, I gradually moved my hands, so that I was caressing not only her breasts, but her sides and belly and hips, too. By this time, I was as hard as stone, and she had to be able to feel my penis pressing against her crotch – but she didn't move away. After a minute or two, she twisted a little, so that I would repeat what I'd been doing on her other breast; and when I'd given that one equal time, I started switching back and forth between them – first one breast and nipple, then the other, all the while continuing to caress her sides and belly and hips. As she got more and more aroused, I could start to smell her juices, and she started rubbing her crotch against my erection, making both of us even hornier. Just when I thought I was going to explode, she suddenly pulled away from me, and stood up. She quickly undid her jeans, and pulled them down, leaving me with a view of her crotch. It was sparsely covered with fine, black hair, so that it looked like her slit was hiding behind a dark fog – enough to make things interesting, but not enough to hide the view of her wet, puffy vaginal lips and erect clitoris. She stood there for a few moments, letting me look at her, knowing that I was getting even more excited by it, and she enjoying the fact that I found her so sexy.
Finally, though, she stepped forward again, and dropped to her knees, so that she could reach forward and start to undo my pants.
She got as far as unfastening my belt buckle before Good Sense reared it's ugly head, and I grabbed her hands, saying "We can stop here, and now, and there won't be any harm done to either of us". She just smiled at me, pulled her hands away, and continued where she'd left off.
In just a few moments, she had my pants unfastened, and the zipper down, and was trying to remove my pants. I stood up, and she quickly pulled my pants down around my ankles, leaving me standing there in my shirt and underwear, my obvious throbbing erection just inches from her face. She leaned forward a bit, and rubbed her face against my erection, sniffing deeply at the wet spot on the front of my underwear from my pre-cum. She raised one hand, and cupped my balls in it while she slid the other hand under the leg band of my shorts, and used her fingertips to brush through my pubic hair and slowly stroke my erection. After a few moments, she removed her hands, reached up, and pulled my shorts down to my ankles, too; as my erection sprang free, it grazed her cheek, and came to rest on her lips. With a mischievous look up at me, she stuck her tongue out, and ever so slowly licked the underside of my penis from my balls to the tip.
By the time she got to the tip, I thought I couldn't stand any more, and damn near blew my load all over her lovely face. She took the head of my penis in her mouth for a few seconds, as though to get the taste of it, then gave it a quick kiss. She stood up, and gently pushed on my chest, to get me to sit back down on the couch again. When I was sitting again, she raised her leg again, and set herself back down on my lap, but this time, with her snatch pressing my hardon against my belly.
I reached up and started caressing her breasts, teasing them until her areolas stood up like little volcanoes with her nipples standing up like small dark marbles. As she started rubbing her clitoris against my penis, and using the stream of fluids coming out of her vagina for lubrication, she reached forward and undid the buttons on my shirt, and reached in to start caressing my chest and shoulders. We kept going like that for several minutes, with me gently pinching her nipples and squeezing her breasts while she caressed my chest and rubbed her wet slit and erect clitoris against my erection. I could tell that she was as excited as she'd ever been, and she leaned forward to give me a kiss – surprising me again by opening her mouth and tickling my lips with her tongue until I opened my mouth, too. We sat there like that for several minutes, tongues dueling, her rubbing herself against my erection faster and faster – but as the time went by, I could hear her start to make little noises of frustration. I pushed her back a little bit, so that I could see her face, and looked at her with a questioning look on my face.
She could only mutter "can't…quite…get…there…. need…*more*!" as she continued to slide her vagina and clitoris against me.
I shrugged off my shirt, pulled her against me, and stood up.
With a secure grip on her, I stepped out of my pants and underwear, and carried her, still rubbing against me, into the bedroom. I laid her down on the bed, and when she realized that she was under me, with my penis pressing against her vagina, she suddenly tensed up, and said "No – I don't think I'm ready for that yet!". With all the will power I could muster, I said that I understood, and said that there was another way for her to get some relief without my actually entering her. She looked relieved, and then quickly asked "How?! Never mind – let's do it! I can't*stand* this any more!".
I moved around so that I was facing her feet, laid down, and then pulled her over on top of me, in the classic "69" position. She seemed to get the idea quickly, and spread her legs even more, giving me free access to her crotch. With infinite slowness and care, I stuck my tongue out, and gently licked the outside of her vagina, from her clitoris back toward her little pink rosebud. She gave out a little gasp, and said "Yes!
That's it! More!". I did it again, only this time, narrowing my tongue, and dipping it a little ways into her vagina, so that I could collect some of her nectar – slippery, sweet, and slightly musky. As my tongue moved inside her slightly, she spread her legs even more, giving me free access to her. I continued to lick her that way, sometimes pausing to tongue-fuck her tight little vagina, other times, stopping to softly suck on her clitoris or vaginal lips. That quickly got her back to being as aroused as she'd been before, and her juices were flowing freely onto my tongue and face, making it easier for me to keep her clitoris lubricated as I focused on it more and more. While I was doing all that I could to get her as excited as possible, she got the idea of returning the favor, and started licking and mouthing my erect cock. At first, all she would do was to lick it, first lengthwise from near my balls to the tip, and then from side-to-side around it, but as she got more and more aroused, she started licking my balls, too, and taking the head of my penis into her mouth. When she realized the response she got from me when she did that, she soon gave up on everything else, and concentrated on keeping me in her mouth – moving her head up and down, fucking my penis with it, or keeping her mouth still, and using her tongue to lick the underside.
Finally, though, we'd each had as much as we could stand. I felt my balls tighten up, and warned her that I was about to come; I thought she'd pull her mouth away, but she didn't. Instead, when my first wad of cum emptied into her mouth, she just pulled her head back so that just the head of my penis was in her mouth, and let me continue to shoot spurt after spurt of cum into her mouth, swallowing it. When I felt the last spasm, I returned to what I'd been doing – gently rubbing her clitoris with my tongue, while I felt her take my penis back into her mouth and start to suck and lick the cum off it. While she was doing that, I continued to lick her clitoris, but moved one hand up so that I could collect some of her juices on it before starting to work it inside her vagina. When I started doing that, she released my penis from her mouth and arched her back, making it easier for me to work my finger into her tight, wet slit. I finally got my finger all the way inside her, and then started twisting it around in her, to get it as wet as possible. Then I pulled it almost all the way out, and slowly pushed it back in again – enjoying the sight as her slippery vaginal lips seemed to hold onto it as it penetrated her, and how her vagina held onto my wet finger as I pulled it back out again. I could feel her hymen as I put my finger inside her, but it didn't seem to completely block her; I could readily slide past it.
She seemed to really enjoy that, along with the tongue-lashing I was giving her clitoris, and it wasn't too long before I could feel her tense up over me; and as she gasped out her climax, I could feel her vaginal muscles clamping down on my finger, and taste the juices as they fairly flowed out of her. After she reached the peak of her climax, I pulled my finger out of her vagina, and as she slowly spasmed down, I gently pressed against her anus with it at the same time I was pressing her clitoris with my tongue – and each time I did that, it set off another mini-climax for her.
After a couple of minutes for us to catch our breath, she raised herself up a little, and turned around, so that she was laying on top of me – her breasts and hard nipples pressing into my chest, her spread legs letting her vagina drip it's nectar onto my penis and pubic hair.
She looked up at me, and I asked her "Feel better, now?", and she put her head back down and started giggling into my neck. When she'd caught her breath again, she slid herself up a bit more, so that she could kiss me, and said "I feel*much* better, thank you. And thank you for not 'pushing' things". I smiled at her, and told her "It was my pleasure, I assure you!", which sent her into another fit of giggles into my neck.
She finally raised herself back up again, so that she was kneeling over my waist, and I pulled the two of us up toward the headboard of the bed, so that I could lean back and look at the way her breasts swayed as she breathed, and her nipples stood out, and her vaginal lips pouted. She smiled at me, and asked "Is that what sex is all about?", and I told her "That's what _making love_ is all about". She looked confused, and asked me what the difference was, so I told her that, to me, "Sex only uses body parts. Making love uses the heart and mind, too." She thought about it for a bit, and then nodded her head, understanding what I'd said.
About that time, the clock chimed, and made us both realize that her mother would be getting home in about half an hour – and that her mother might not be so understanding if her little girl came home smelling of sex. We went in and took a nice, warm shower together (slippery, clean fun) before getting dressed again (this time, she put on her bra and panties). As she was leaving, I gave her a little pat on the bottom, and told her to take good care of herself….