For the next few days, Robyn pretty much stayed away. Not that we didn't see each other, but rather that she simply didn't actually stop in and visit. Instead, whenever we saw each other, she'd give me one of those Mona Lisa type of smiles – letting me know that she'd enjoyed her last visit. Too, as the days went by, the weather changed, bringing much warmer temperatures; and I noticed (!!) that Robyn had stopped wearing a bra.
Finally, though, she did stop by again, after she got home from school. When I opened the door for her, she told me, in a loud voice, "Look! I got an 'A+' on the paper I did on your computer!" before coming in. When I closed the door, and turned around, she plastered herself against me, pressing her braless breasts and nipples into my chest. When I started to get hard, she could feel it, and started rubbing her crotch against my erection – helping it along, considerably. Finally, though, she let go of me, and went over to sit in 'her' chair. I sat on the couch, and told her that I was glad that she'd done well on her report, and asked her how things had been going for her the last couple of days.
She gave me a cat-that-ate-the-canary smile, and said that things had been just fine – but not as well as her last visit. I gave her a wicked smile in return, and asked what had happened to make her remember her last visit so well. She giggled, blushed a little, and told me "Just the best feeling I've*ever* had in my _whole life_!". I pretty much figured that a whole life of 12+ years wasn't much to judge by, but was glad that she'd enjoyed it as much as she'd seemed to. Then she told me "Y'know, I'm glad that you didn't… well… YOU know…". I told her that I believed what I'd said about taking the time to make physical relationships pleasant, adding "I'm not going to be doing _anything_ to or with you that *you* don't want. What we did before was very pleasant for me, but I am *not* going to try to do anything to make it happen again, or make anything more happen. If that, or anything more, happens, then I'll be glad for it; but if*nothing* else happens, then I'll honestly be just as glad to have had that one time with you." That sobered her up some, and she gave me a little smile to let me know that she'd understood what I said.
A few moments later, she changed the subject, and started asking me questions about the computer, how it worked, what it was made of, and so on. I told her that it would be easier to explain to her if I could show her on the computer itself, and we went over to where the computer was running a screen saver.
As I started answering her questions, and showing her how the different parts of the computer worked, and what their purpose was, she got more interested in it, and started asking me more and more involved questions. I answered them, as best I could for someone without a technical background, and before long, we were on the subject of software.
I explained to her how software was written, and about computer languages and operating systems, using the program that I'd been working on as an example for different things. Before long, though, it was at the point where my program didn't 'do' enough, and I went to other programs to show her different aspects of operating systems and user interfaces.
The whole thing took a couple of hours, and we were both surprised when there was a knock at my door. When I answered, it was Robyn's mother, looking for her. When Robyn saw her mother, she jumped up, and ran over to her, telling her about getting her report back, and showing her the grade it had received. Her mother was quite pleased by it, and thanked me for helping her out as I had. I responded by telling her that it wasn't any problem, and that I thought Robyn was a pretty smart young lady. Her mother raised an eyebrow at that, and I told her that Robyn had asked me some good questions about computers and software, and that I'd been showing her different things on the computer to demonstrate some of my answers. I then invited her over for a look, and suggested that Robyn tell her mother some of what she'd learned. Robyn started off with how the computer worked, and what the different parts were; and when she got into software, I went along with her on the computer, demonstrating the different things she was saying. Since her mother used a computer a lot on her job, she was able to see that Robyn was getting nearly all of it correct, and was only getting her terminology wrong in the few places where she made mistakes. Between that, and seeing that Robyn had been in the chair next to the computer when she came in, seemed to put to rest any worries she might have had.
She finally told Robyn that they had to get home, and Robyn started pleading with her mother, asking if she could come over again, and learn more about computers, and how to use some of the different software that I had. Her mother started out telling her no, but Robyn was so insistent, that her mother finally looked at me for help. I told them that I would be glad to teach Robyn more about computers, and how to use the different program, BUT that I was also working for myself, and it would only have to happen when I wasn't busy. Her mother looked relieved, and Robyn, of course, was delighted by it – and quickly agreed to the 'rules'. With that done, they left.
It was a couple more days before Robyn came over again – but I was having trouble with a little bit of code, and told her that I couldn't spare the time for any lessons right then. She seemed disappointed, and asked if she could just sit and watch me. I thought about it for a moment, and told her she could, but that if she interrupted me, or distracted me, she would have to leave. She agreed, I let her in, and she promptly went over, pulled a chair over to where she could watch what I was doing without being in the way, and sat down. I went back to work, and over the next hour or so, finally got the code I'd been working on smoothed out and running. The whole time, Robyn simply sat there, watching my every move, but not saying anything.
When I'd gotten the code tested, and saved, I relaxed, and sat back in my chair, finishing off the Coke I'd been drinking. I sighed, threw the can into the wastebasket, and started to get up to go get another one when Robyn finally spoke up, saying "Let me get it for you", and almost ran into the kitchen. She quickly returned with a can of Coke, and handed it to me. When I popped the top on it, she moved behind me, and started rubbing my neck and shoulders. I took a couple more swallows off the Coke, set it down, and leaned my head forward a little, so that she could get to my neck a little easier. She started really working the muscles in my neck and shoulders, and it wasn't long before I started groaning in pleasure. She asked me "Does that feel good?", and I replied by telling her that it certainly did. A couple moments later, she asked "As good as Other Things that we've done?" – and I answered "I didn't say it was*that* good!", making her laugh. Then she moved around in front of me, sat on my lap facing me, and with a impish grin asked me "Is there anything else that would help you relax?". I said that I could probably think of a couple, and she pulled her shirt off, saying "Do any of them start here?". I agreed that they did, leaned forward, and started licking and sucking on her breasts and nipples. It wasn't long before her areolas were tight and crinkled, and her nipples were standing out like little dark jellybeans. While I was giving her breasts a tongue-bath, I was softly stroking and caressing her sides and back while she held my head against her chest. My penis was completely hard, and she was rubbing and pressing her crotch against it with small, firm, movements. After a couple minutes of that, she said "Maybe we should do this someplace more comfortable…", so I took her in my arms, stood up, and carried her into the bedroom. When I got next to the bed, I asked "Do you think here would be a good place?"; she giggled, and nodded yes, so I set her down on the edge of the bed. She reached down and started to unfasten her shorts when I said "Here, let me do that". She pulled her hands away, and started using them to squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples. I reached down, unsnapped her shorts, and pulled the zipper down, revealing her pale blue panties. As I started pulling her shorts down, she raised her hips up off the bed, and as I got her shorts down past her knees, she spread her legs slightly, and I could see that there was already a wet spot on her panties. When I'd gotten her shorts completely off her, and dropped them on the floor, I moved up so that my face was in her crotch, and started using my lips to massage her clitoris and the outside of her vagina through her panties. In just a few moments, she was starting to moan, and pressing her crotch into my face as the wet spot on her panties got larger and larger. Before long, the mixture of her juices and my saliva was enough that the entire crotch of her panties was soaked, and about halfway up the front – making them almost transparent, and revealing how her vaginal lips were extended and pressing against them, and showing off the dark color of her downy muff.
My erection was starting to hurt from being confined in my pants, and I was eventually forced to stand up, so that I could take my clothes off. It took her a moment to realize that I'd stopped, and when she saw that I was starting to undress, said "My turn!", and slithered across the bed so that she could stand up in front of me. She started unbuttoning my shirt, and when she'd gotten all the buttons undone, opened it up, and reached around to hug me, pressing her tight breasts and hard nipples into my chest for a few moments before pulling my shirt off. Then she reached down and unbuckled my belt, having only a little trouble with it, unbuttoned my pants, and pulled the zipper down – slowly, and pressing her hand against my erection as she did so. She grabbed the waistband of my pants, and slid them down around my feet, squatting down as she did, and brushing her nipples against my skin all the way down; once down, she gently tugged at each leg in turn, so that I would lift my feet and she could get the pants out of the way. When she'd tossed them off to the side, she pressed her face against my erection, and started using her lips to gently 'bite' at it, as I'd done to her. She also raised one of her hands up, and started weighing my balls in her hand, and softly squeezing and feeling them. It was only a few moments of this before I started pressing my erection against her; she stopped what she was doing then, stood up, and started to pull my underwear down, too, repeating the process she'd used to pull my pants down. As my underwear went down, and my erection came free, it dropped down so that it stood angled out and up from my body – right at her eye level. When she'd gotten my underwear free, and tossed it aside, she reached up again, using one hand to stroke my balls, and the other to hold my penis as she licked the underside and mouthed it again. When a couple drops of pre-cum appeared, she got a delighted look on her face, stuck her face in my crotch, and started slowly licking me from the bottom of my balls, along the bottom of my penis, and out to the head, where she 'flipped' her tongue to catch the pre-cum. She made a little smile, and said "Good! Sweet and salty, at the same time. I like it!".
She looked up at me, giggled a little, and said "I've never really seen a boy – I mean, a man – naked before. Can I look?". I laughed, and said "I'll show you mine, if you'll show me yours!", and she laughed, too.
She quickly stood up, and when she reached for her panties, I said "That's still MY job, you know…", and moved her hands out of the way. I knelt down, and as I pulled her panties down, was greeted by a nice, close-up view of her bush. It was still kind of small, but was made up of sparse, fine, dark, straight hair – enough to give her pubis some 'color', but not enough to obstruct the view of what was under it. After I'd gotten her panties down, and removed them from around her feet, I leaned forward a little, and stuck my tongue in her crotch, so that it was back by the entrance to her vagina – and slowly curled it, separating her vaginal lips and dipping inside to taste her nectar, before continuing up to briefly rub her clitoris in little circles. When I felt her knees starting to get weak, I stood back up, pulled her close to me, and stood there for a few moments, with my penis trapped between her legs, holding her and enjoying the feeling of her smooth young skin next to mine, the way her soft bush felt, and how her breasts felt pressing against me. After a bit, though, she started moving her hips a little, so that my penis was rubbing against her crotch. I released her, and when she moved back a little, I looked down at her and teased her by saying "Oh! You mean we're not done yet?".
She got another impish smile on her face, and said "Not even close!" before moving back so that she could sit on the edge of the bed. She quickly moved some more, so that she was stretched out completely before me, raised her hands up over her head, spread her legs a bit, and said "See anything you like?". I laughed, and said "I'm sure I can find *something*!", which made her laugh, too. I asked her "Do you still want to have a look?", and she nodded, so I moved around to the side of the bed, and laid down next to her, with my head at her crotch, and her head at mine.
We each rolled onto our sides, and I raised one leg up so that my foot was flat on the bed, so that she could have free access to anything she wanted. She took the cue, and did the same for me – leaving me with an excellent view.
I could feel that her first touches were pretty tentative, so I told her "The only thing you need to be really careful about are my testicles" – she reached out and touched them – "Yes, those. They're *very* sensitive to pressure, so don't squeeze them too hard." – she started to gently squeeze them – "That much is okay. The slang term for them is 'balls', and they're inside my scrotum, or 'bag'. You can feel them, but*carefully*. I'll let you know if you do anything uncomfortable, or if you start to hurt me". And with that, I left her to her explorations, and I started on mine. It was a real delight for me to be able to examine her the way I did – to me, each woman's genitals are unique, and a work of art of their own. Her vaginal lips were smooth and thin, and almost straight – not surprising, since she was still a virgin – but still protruded enough from her excitement that they were readily visible. Because she was excited, they were glistening with her lubrication, and were giving off a distinct, but mild, musky odor. Her clitoris was erect, too, and although still hidden behind it's little hood, it was obvious that it was about the size of a large pea. Her pubic hair was black, but very sparse. The individual hairs were thin and straight and very soft – stroking it reminded me of petting the belly fur of a cat. As she looked and smelled and felt and tasted her way around my penis and balls, I was doing the same to her – tracing the folds of her vagina with my fingers and tongue, tasting the ample moisture she was making in her excitement (light, sweet, slippery, and faintly musky), feeling the smoothness and thinness of her vaginal lips, the softness of her inner thighs, and enjoying the way her vaginal lips would wrap themselves around my finger as I teased her cleft, and slightly entered her. Whenever I started to put my finger inside her slightly, she would almost involuntarily arch her back a little, as though to try and impale herself on it – but I would always move my finger back a little, so that I was only probing the very entrance of her vagina.
After several minutes of mutual exploration, though, she was getting to the point where my probes of her vaginal entrance and rubbing and licking of her clitoris with my tongue were almost more than she could bear – she was moaning more and more frequently when I stopped doing one thing and switched over to another, and her pelvis was in almost constant motion. I gradually changed from licking her clitoris, to pressing my finger against the outside of her vagina, and then into it slightly. When I was finally using only my finger on her, I began entering her vagina with it, going only a little deeper each time, twisting it around a little to keep it well lubricated, and then withdrawing it almost completely.
Before long, she was arching her pelvis toward me as I was putting my entire finger inside her; I could feel the walls of her vagina as they clasped at it, and seemed to hang on to it when I withdrew it. Her juices were flowing freely enough that her entire crotch was soaked, as well as her pubic hair, and it was even starting to flow down toward her anus. I was licking up as much of it as I could, but there was simply so much of it.
While I was doing all of that, she had finished her examination of me, and was switching around from using her hand to masturbate me, to licking and softly sucking on my balls, to mouthing and licking my penis.
As I started moving my finger more and more quickly in her, she started taking my erection into her mouth – first just the head of it, and gradually sucking in more of it, until she was taking nearly all of it in her warm, tight mouth, and using her tongue to massage and caress it. I could feel her breathing through her nose, since every time she exhaled, it sent a little draft of warm air blowing across my balls.
I could feel my balls starting to tighten up, and not wanting to be selfish, started licking her clitoris in time with my finger movements in her. She quickly started to respond to that, and had difficulty holding her crotch still. She also showed her appreciation by moving my penis in and out of her mouth, rubbing the underside of it with her tongue on the way in, sucking on it on the way out, and making little swirling motions on the head of it before taking it back in.
I could feel it when she was on the very edge of her climax, and when I would get my finger inside her, would make circular motions with it. I was also gradually slowing down and softening the licking and rubbing of her clitoris I was doing with my tongue, bringing her along more slowly. It was only a couple more minutes, though, before she finally went over the edge – she pressed her pelvis up toward me to get as much of my finger inside her as she could, and clamped her thighs down on my head, making it difficult for me to press firmly against her clitoris with my tongue in time with the vaginal contractions I could feel nearly breaking my finger. Her moaning as she came vibrated my erection in her mouth, and I could feel it all the way down to my balls – which damn near set me off, too! She virtually dripped juices as she came; it was only moments before my hand was completely drenched with them, and they had made my whole face wet. As she came down from her orgasm, I continued to give her clitoris soft little licks; moving my finger in and out of her in small, gentle motions.
When her spasms finally stopped, she seemed to realize where she was, and what she'd been doing; and picked up where she'd left off – with a vengeance! Soon, she was not only giving me one of the best blowjobs I'd ever had, but was using one hand to alternately softly squeeze my balls, and gently drag her fingernails across my scrotum. When she felt my balls tighten, and I told her "I'm gonna cum!", she took as much of my erection in her mouth as she could – I could feel the head of it pressing against her throat – and sucked on my like I'd never experienced before.
The first shot of my cum hit the back of her throat, and she never even hesitated – she just swallowed it, and kept going. The feeling of her throat as she swallowed my jism was so incredible, that the next shot was even stronger than the first – and she just did it again: swallowing it without even slowing down. Between the warm, moist suction she was providing, and the way her throat would 'tickle' the head of my penis, it was almost more than I could stand – it felt as though my balls were turning inside-out, and I came for what felt like several minutes.
It was only when several seconds went by that I didn't shoot another load that she finally released me – but only after she'd used her tongue to lick all the remains of my semen from my penis while she slowly let my still-firm penis slide out of her mouth. Even after I'd rolled over onto my back to catch my breath, she slid over a little so that she could continue to lick and mouth my now-softening penis. Only when I was completely soft did she stop, and turn around so that she was laying next to me on her side, her head on my shoulder and one leg over mine, her arm across my chest, and her breasts pressing against my side. I put my arm around her, and held her there like that, snuggling with her, for several minutes: she playing with my chest hair and giving my ribs little kisses while I caressed her back and gave her soft kisses on the top of her head.
It was only when she started to feel cold that she finally moved away from me, saying "Feel more relaxed, now?". "Relaxed enough for the next month, I think!" was the only thing I could say in reply, making her smile and giggle. I saw the goose bumps on her, and asked "You ready for a warm shower?" and she answered with "Only if you're there to help!". I glanced at the clock, and could see that we still had about an hour before her mother came home, so we went in to clean each other up – and on the way, she took my hand, noticed her juices on it, and slowly licked them off with a devilish look on her face, making me start to get hard again.
Even in the shower, she continued to do almost everything she could think of (and she could think of a lot, even for as young as she was!) to get me going again. Of course, I did what I could to return the 'favor', and we wound up spending nearly half an hour under the spray – leaving only when the hot water started to run out.
After we dried off and got dressed again (collecting our clothes from where they'd been cast aside), she asked if she could play with the computer a little bit. I told her she could, but that I'd have to watch her at first, to make sure she didn't do anything wrong. She understood that, sat down, and started trying different things out while I went in and got the two of us a Coke.
There we were, sitting in front of the computer, when her mother got home – and came over to 'claim' her daughter. She stayed and chatted with me for a few minutes, and I could see that she had something on her mind, but wasn't quite sure what it was. I finally just came out and said that it seemed as though she was troubled by something, and asked her if it was something I could help with. She said that her boss had tapped her to attend a training class in a couple days time, and that she'd have to fly out one afternoon, stay the night, attend the class, and fly back the following night. She said that she really wanted to attend the class, but really didn't think that she could leave Robyn home by herself – she said that she'd worry about Robyn getting into some kind of trouble, or not having anything to eat, and all kinds of things like that.
I told her that her problem wasn't a problem – that if she wanted to go to the class, she could leave Robyn at home, and that if Robyn had any problems, I'd be there to help her out. Her mother said that that was fine with her, but she'd still be worried about Robyn getting something to eat, so I told her that the following night seemed like a good time for pizza to me, and that if Robyn wanted to share it, I'd just order a little larger one. Robyn perked up a bit at that, and it seemed to reassure her mother (I go the idea she wanted to be talked into it). Her mother finally agreed, and said that she'd give me the money for the pizza; I replied by telling her that I'd be buying the pizza, anyway. We went back and forth like that for a bit, until we finally agreed that she'd give me enough to pay for half the pizza ("Robyn can eat like a horse, at times!", followed by "Mo-THER!"). With that settled, her mother said that she felt better, and would go ahead to the class. Only then did Robyn chime in by saying "Mom, I think I'd be scared to stay in the apartment all by myself.
Can I stay over here, instead?". Her mother said that I had work to do, and couldn't be bothered by having her around for all that time – and besides, where would she stay? Robyn said that she'd be real quiet, and not bother me, and that she could watch me and learn more about computers, and that she really wouldn't be any trouble, really, and that she could bring her sleeping bag and sleep on the floor, and that she really didn't want her mother to miss out on the class, and that she'd be okay, really, and I'd said that I'd watch out for her anyway and this wasn't that much more was it, and it was okay with me, wasn't it?
I had to smile at how she'd gotten that all out in one breath, and said that Robyn hadn't been any trouble at all when she'd been over. I added that Robyn really did sit quietly and pay attention to what I was doing when she was there, so it wasn't as though she'd be any bother; I also said that there wasn't any need for Robyn to sleep on the floor – that I had a perfectly comfortable couch, and spare bedding. I was wondering what her mother was thinking about this, and I was more than willing to have Robyn all to myself for a lengthy period of time, but I was worried about creating suspicion, so I just played it as though I were a friendly, helpful neighbor that was interested in helping children learn and do well in school.
I could see her mother waffling on it, and said that it would be a shame for her to miss a training session that could help her job, that I didn't think Robyn would be any trouble at all, and that she'd have my phone number so she could call (collect if she wanted) any time she got worried (about what, I didn't say – no sense in creating problems).
After Robyn and I just stood there, letting her think about it for a bit, she finally decided that it was okay (I could see that she really did want to go), but that if she heard that Robyn gave me*any trouble _at all_*, she'd be "grounded for life ".
Robyn gave out with a "Yippee! Thanks, Mom!", and I simply nodded to her mother, acknowledging my 'responsibility' in the matter. With that done, Robyn and her mother went back to their apartment.
Early the next afternoon, Robyn's mother came over to make sure I still agreed to watch after Robyn, and seemed reassured when I said that I would still do it – and when she saw that I'd already put a pillow and bedding next to the end of the couch for Robyn to use. I asked her if she needed a ride to the airport, and she said that she'd already called a transport service; they'd be by in about an hour to pick her up. I wished her good luck on the trip, gave her one of my business cards so that she'd have my phone number handy, asked her to let me know where she'd be staying so I could call if I had to, and she left. About an hour later, I heard a car horn, looked out the window, and watched as Robyn's mother took her suitcase out and got into the van that would get her to the airport.
That afternoon, when Robyn got home from school, she came straight to my apartment. I let her in when she knocked, and told her that I was still working on the computer program. I added that it wasn't so important now, so that she could interrupt me to ask questions if she wanted. She seemed pleased by that, but also asked me what I thought of her clothes – a thin, tight blouse (no bra), and a pair of shorts that she must have put on with a spray can. I said "Makes you look good enough to eat!", and it took her a moment to understand the joke – but my reward was a very pretty blush and giggle when she did.
I asked her if she'd get me a Coke from the fridge, and said she should help herself if she was thirsty or hungry. As she headed off for the kitchen, I went back to the computer, and picked up where I'd left off.
Robyn came back shortly with a Coke for each of us, handed me one, and pulled up a chair so she could watch what I was doing. I thanked her, opened the Coke, took a swallow, and went back to my program. For the next couple of hours, Robyn would interrupt me every so often, and ask me to explain something to her – anything from what different computer instructions did to how the compiler worked to what the program I was writing was for. Each time, I'd tell her what I was doing, and why, and answer her question as best I could. She seemed satisfied with my answers, would thank me, and I'd continue working.
When I finally noticed that it was getting to be early evening, I saved all my work, told Robyn that I'd done enough for that day, and shut the computer off. Then I asked her what she wanted to do that evening – after the pizza, of course. She said that she really hadn't planned on anything, and could we make it a pepperoni and ground beef, with extra cheese?
I laughed, picked up the phone, order us a large pan pizza – to her specifications – from Pizza Hut. I suggested that while we were waiting for the pizza, we could talk, if she wanted. She said she'd like that, and we moved over when I sat down on the couch, she decided that she wanted to sit next to me – real next to me. I asked her what she wanted to talk about, and she said that she wanted to talk to me about what we'd been doing. I kinda felt a chill go through me, wondering what she'd have to say, but I said "fine", and asked her what she wanted to say.
She started off by telling me that she'd 'really, REALLY!" enjoyed what we'd done together – I'd made her feel things she'd only heard and wondered about. Then she said that she didn't know if I'd like her because, after she kind of stammered and stuttered a bit, she sometimes 'touched herself – you know, there…". It surprised her quite a bit when I laughed – she blushed*real* hard, and started to get upset with me, before I asked her "so what's the problem?". That seemed to surprise her even more, and she said that she'd 'heard' that it wasn't good to touch herself that way, and that all kinds of bad things would happen if she did. I told her that everyone masturbated, and that I'd have been seriously worried about her if she*didn't* touch herself. She seemed kind of doubtful, and I asked her if it felt good when she did that. She admitted that it did ("but not as good as what you do!"); so I told her to pinch herself – hard enough to hurt. She did, and asked me why I'd told her to do it. I said that it was so that she'd be sure and know the difference between doing something that hurt her, and doing something that felt good. I asked her if she'd ever tried to smoke. After a bit of mumbling, she admitted she had. I asked her what happened, and she said that it had made her cough, and sick to her stomach. I pointed out that her body would tell her when she was doing something bad for it, and that if she did something that felt good, then it wasn't hurting her physically. I followed that up by telling her that making herself feel good wasn't a bad thing for her physically, but that if she did it too much, or did it to the exclusion of other things, then it would be bad for her emotionally. I told her that she had seemed to enjoy what we'd done, so I didn't think there was much chance of her having any emotional problems about masturbating when she wasn't able to be physical with someone else. That seemed to relieve her mind quite a bit, and she soon changed the subject (slightly) toward birth control. She asked me a few questions, and I gave her what information I knew, always being careful to separate what I knew as fact, and my own personal opinion. She listened carefully to my answers, and had just said "I like talking to you about stuff – you don't try to tell me stories or pretend you know everything; when you aren't sure or don't know, you say so". I was about to thank her in reply when the doorbell rang – the pizza had arrived.
With the arrival of food, all conversation stopped for a while. I turned on the TV to catch the news while we ate; I was amazed at the amount of food that Robyn could put away – the little imp tucked away 3 slices from a large pizza, and a Coke, and only after careful thought decided not to go after a fourth slice, saying "I'll save it for later, when I'm hungry again."
When I went to put the pizza carcass in the fridge, Robyn got up and headed toward the bathroom; I sat back down on the couch, and couple minutes later, she came back into the living room – stark naked!
My penis immediately started to jump to attention, but I tried to stay calm – asking her if she wasn't going to get a bit cold that way. She giggled a little, smiled, and said "I've been thinking about it a lot lately, and I've decided that I want my first time to be with YOU." I told her that I was flattered that she thought that way about me, and said that what she was saying was something that could happen only once: she couldn't go back to being a virgin. She said that she knew that, but that she also understood what I'd said about taking her time and being careful and patient – she knew that if she let a boy her own age do it, he would hurt her, and she wouldn't feel good like she did with me. She also said that she thought that if she let a boy her own age be the first, he'd talk about it to all his friends, and people would talk badly about her – but that she knew I wouldn't say anything because she trusted me. I asked her if she'd thought about the possibility of getting pregnant, and she said she had; that was why she'd asked me about birth control. She said that she couldn't get birth control pills or an IUD yet, and that she didn't think men liked using condoms, so she thought that making love at a time when she couldn't get pregnant was her best choice for her first time; and that she wasn't going to start her next period for another couple of days, so she knew that she couldn't get pregnant then.
I had to admit to myself that she seemed to have thought the matter out pretty well. Of course, I also had to admit to myself that the idea of being the first one to jump her cute little body had a certain appeal, too!
About that time, the phone rang – I damn near didn't answer it, but then remembered that her mother would be calling to see how things were going, and let me know where she was. I answered it, and sure enough, it was Robyn's mother. When I picked up the phone, Robyn came over to me, and started undressing me while I was talking to her mother.
Her mother asked me how things were going, and I told her just fine – that we'd already had our supper; she asked about it, and I told her about the pizza and how much Robyn had eaten (Robyn pausing long enough to stick her tongue out at me), and what we'd done before supper. As she told me about her trip, Robyn continued to undress me – and because I was talking to her mother on the phone, my penis had shrunk back down. When Robyn got my pants and underwear off, she saw that, and decided to do something about it – kneeling down and taking me into her mouth, softly sucking and licking it. I couldn't help but get hard again (damn, that kid was good!), and it was all I could do to make the appropriate polite noises to her mother at the other end of the line. Finally, though, her mother started to wind down, and gave me her phone and room number at the hotel.
When I'd written them down, she said she wanted to talk to Robyn for a bit, so I held the phone out, called out Robyn's name, and gestured to her to wait a few moments – as though she had to come to the phone from farther away than my now-hard dick. She understood, and after a few seconds, took the phone from me, and sat down to talk with her mother. I figured that if Robyn could do it, I could, too, and kneeled down in front of her, put her legs over my shoulders, and started licking her damp crotch. The first time I got to her clitoris, her breath caught in her throat, and she had to tell her mother that it was just a hiccup from the pizza, making me smile at her before resuming my ministrations.
After only a few minutes, I heard her telling her mother goodbye.
I stopped sticking my tongue in her vagina for a little bit, so that she could hang up the phone, and when she was settled again, started up on her clitoris.
She let me continue for a little bit, then said "that feels wonderful, but I want more – I want it*all*". I told her "You know, we can finish this off this way, and there won't be any harm done"; Robyn responded by saying "I chickened out on you the first time; don't chicken out on me, now". I smiled at her, nodded my head, and stood up, so that she could get up, too. I bowed to her, and swept my arm toward the bedroom, indicating that I would follow her (all the better to watch her cute little ass move). She smiled back, and fairly flounced her way into the bedroom, almost giving me eyestrain watching her tight buns dance around.
When we got into the bedroom, she hesitated a little, as though she wasn't sure what to do, but quickly recovered, and laid down on the bed. I stood there, looking at her, for several seconds – enjoyed the way she looked. I finally gave in to temptation, and got up onto the bed with her, laying next to her. She looked a little worried for a bit, and asked me "So what do we do now?".
I told her that the best to go at it (she smiled at the pun) would be if I stretched the inside of her vagina a bit first, so that my penis wouldn't seem quite as large. After she was stretched a little more inside, I'd stop so that she could relax a little bit from it, and then whenever she was ready, we could get my penis in her. She asked me how we'd do that, and I explained to her that it would be easiest for her if I laid on my back, and she could get over me, and lower herself down onto it – that way, if she started to feel any pain or discomfort, she could stop or pause for as long as she needed. That seemed to calm her a little, so I kissed her, and when she started to kiss me back, opened my mouth and started licking her lips. She quickly opened her mouth in return, and we started French-kissing as our hands roamed over each other's bodies. It wasn't long before she was starting to moan, so I gently separated us, and moved down to where I could reach her crotch more easily. She knew what I was going to do, and brought her feet up and spread her legs, giving me the best access to her vagina.
I slowly worked a finger into her with one hand, while I softly rubbed and circled her clitoris with my other hand, to help make sure she was as lubricated as possible. It didn't take long before I could get my whole finger in her; when she was a little wetter, I started working a second finger in – again, starting by just entering her, getting my fingers lubricated, and withdrawing again. I alternated that with putting just one finger all the way inside her, so that the one finger was always well-lubricated. Gradually, as she relaxed, I was able to get two fingers into her further and further – until I finally got both fingers all the way inside her. With that done, I slowly withdrew them nearly all the way, and then slid them back in again – getting her used to the size of them. While I was doing all this, I continued to rub and circle her clitoris with the fingers of my other hand – and she used her hands to squeeze her breasts and tweak her nipples. When I was finally able to get both fingers into her fairly easily, I went to the next step: turning them around in her, so that instead of being stretched in just one direction, it would stretch her out all the way. I again went through the process of going a little way, then backing off, then going a little further, then backing off, always going a little further than before. Finally, I was able to move my fingers around in her freely – she was still smaller inside than my penis, but now the difference wasn't so great; and she was starting to enjoy the sensation.
When I slid my fingers out of her for the last time, they came free with a barely-audible 'pop'; she looked down at me as though she was both relieved to be not so filled again, and anxious to go on to the next step.
I moved back up next to her, and told her "Now, while you're recovering from that, and getting ready for the final part, we find something to do to keep ourselves occupied". She smiled at me, said "I think I know what we can do", moved herself down so that her face was in my crotch, and swung her leg over my head, putting us in '69' position. I told her "whenever you feel like you're ready, we can go on to the next step. If you change you mind, we just continue like this". She mumbled her agreement and understanding from around my erect penis, and I started kissing the insides of her thighs while softly stroking her from her clitoris to her anus.
For her part, she started licking me – the insides of my thighs, my balls, and my penis. As I changed from simply kissing her thighs and pubis to licking them, and 'biting' them with my lips, she started repeating my actions – mouthing my erect penis and testicles, nibbling the insides of my thighs. I 'upped the ante' when I started taking her vaginal lips in my mouth, and softly 'chewing' on them, and gently sucking on her clitoris. She responded by taking each of my balls into her mouth and rolling them around with her tongue, and gently sucking on my penis – not just the head of it, but from the side and bottom and any other way she could get part of it in her mouth.
After several minutes of this, she was pressing her clitoris against my tongue; and her juices were flowing out of her in a steady stream. Her vaginal lips were fully extended, and separated, clearly exposing the entrance to her vagina. Finally, she released my erection from her mouth, and said "Oh,*god*. I think- I KNOW I'm ready…". With that, I stopped what I was doing, and helped her get her leg back over my head without hurting me. She turned around, and swung her leg over me, so that she was straddling my hips. She reached down, and started caressing my penis with one hand, and rubbing her clitoris and the outside of her vagina with the other. She looked at me with what can only be described as unbridled lust, and asked "What now?".
I told her that if my penis were wet and slippery, whether from her saliva or vaginal lubrication, it would make things a lot easier. She promptly lowered herself, so that my erection was pressed against the outside of her vagina, and started sliding herself back and forth on it, both spreading her wetness around on me, and stimulating herself even more. As she was doing that, I put my hands on her breasts, and started kneading them, and pulling on her nipples. Then I told her that in just a little bit, when my penis was completely lubricated, she should raise herself up, grasp my penis, and position it so that she could simply 'sit' on it. She nodded her understanding, raised herself up, allowing my penis to rise up from my body, and pivoted her hips so that now the top of my penis was pressing against her vaginal lips, getting my erection thoroughly soaked in her secretions. A bit later, she raised herself up yet again, and when my penis came back up toward my belly, she took hold of it, moved herself forward a bit, and lowered herself so that I was slightly penetrating her. She paused for a bit, which I was grateful for – I needed the time to get control of myself, and not blow my load too early.
When she had gotten herself ready again, she started lowering herself some more. At first, she had trouble making any progress, until I told her "Relax. Take your time. I'm here, and there's no hurry". That seemed to help her, because I could feel the entrance to her vagina relax some; when she started lowering herself again, I could feel that she had relaxed enough that my penis was started to slide into her – though slowly. She kept lowering herself, allowing my erection to press harder and harder against the entrance to her vagina, until finally, with a slight 'pop', the head of it slid inside the entrance to her vagina. She gave a little yelp, and stopped; I had to reassure her that I wasn't going to do anything to hurt her, and that we would go only as fast as she wanted. Then I told her to just wait a bit, and let herself get used to the feeling and relax, before she tried to go any farther. She bit her lip, nodded, and held herself still.
While she was getting herself ready to continue, I did my part by caressing her, squeezing her breasts, softly pulling on her nipples, and even rubbing her clitoris in little circles – I could see it peeking out at me from where her vagina was wrapped around the end of my penis. After a minute or so, she had composed herself, began lowering herself farther onto my penis. When she'd gotten another inch of it inside, she stopped; and I suggested to her that she raise herself up a little, to make sure that her wetness kept us both properly lubricated – reminding her of how I had put my finger inside her. She nodded again, raised herself up a little, letting my penis slid out of her about half an inch, and then lowered herself some more – this time an additional half inch, or so. She paused for several seconds – again, giving me some time to get more control of myself – raised herself a bit, and lowered herself another inch or so before I could feel the head of my penis hitting the obstruction of her hymen. She gave a little gasp, and I told her "That's your hymen – your 'cherry'. You've got a couple of choices, now – you can go ahead and 'push' yourself past it at one time; or you can use the progress you've made so far, and let my penis bump into it each time you come back down, and simply wear it out. Pushing now will make it hurt more but have me all the way inside you sooner; wearing it out will hurt less, but take longer. We've got plenty of time, so you can do whichever one you want – I'll be right here". She smiled at that last bit, and I could feel her starting to relax more, though every time she moved – or even breathed – I could feel her vagina tighten around my erection. The stimulation from that was enough to keep me hard, and the lack of real movement gave me a good chance to keep control of myself and not fill her young snatch with my cum. I needed the control, because her vagina was incredibly tight (even with the loosening I'd given it with my fingers), hot, and wet. It was even better than my own first sexual experience!
After several seconds, she started moving again – slowly raising herself until just the head of my erection was in her, then lowering herself until I hit her maidenhead again; this time without gasping from the contact. She repeated this several more times, each time a little faster, both from getting used to having that much of me inside her, and from her vaginal lubrications being spread around better. Finally, she raised herself up, and when she lowered herself, surprising me when she didn't stop when I hit her maidenhead; instead, she kept going until all but an inch or so of my penis was inside her. She gave a little yelp when her hymen broke, but didn't cry out or make any other loud noises. When she stopped, I could see her start to cry a bit, and I started talking to her again – reassuring her we would wait until the pain went away, and that I was sorry that she was hurt, but that it would only hurt this first time. She bit her lip again, and nodded her head, understanding what I was telling her, and in just a little bit, she had stopped crying. She continued to hold still, though, and I could tell that the pain was going away only slowly. Her vagina continued to clench around me, so I was able to stay hard but not have to move inside her. All during this time, I continued my efforts to keep her aroused – caressing her, tickling her buttocks, softly pinching her nipples, and so on.
Gradually, as the pain left, and what I was doing to her started to take more and more effect, she relaxed enough that she started to raise herself up, sliding my penis out a couple of inches (but not past where her hymen had been). She paused, then lowered herself again; repeating the process a few more times, until with her final effort, she had managed to get my erect penis all the way inside her vagina. The sight of her vaginal lips wrapped around my penis, and her soft bush merging into my pubic hair, was almost more than I could stand – it took everything I had to pull myself back from shooting my wad inside her tight young snatch; I could feel the head of my penis pressing against the deepest part of her vagina, and knowing how far I was inside her almost made it more than I could bear.
We stayed there like that for a couple of minutes, letting her get used to having me so far inside her before she started moving again – experimenting with how it felt with my penis inside her when she moved in different ways: pivoting her hips back and forth and from side to side, making little circles with them, and so on. She finally worked up the nerve to raise herself up again, until only the head of my penis was inside her, and lower herself back down – finding out that the pain was all but gone, and that she could feel pleasure from what she was doing.
With that, she started gradually started moving herself over me more and more quickly as her juices were better distributed, making it easier for her to move my erection in and out of her. When she started to get a little tired, she leaned forward, putting her hands on the bed near my shoulders, and continued to slide herself up and down my penis while I tilted my head forward and started licking her breasts and sucking on her nipples. She was quickly as excited as she'd ever been before with me, and I could hear the squishing noises as her hot, wet pussy slid up and down my throbbing erection.
After a few more minutes, though, she was starting to get tired again, and I asked her if she wanted me to take over the action. She smiled at me, and gasped out a "yes!". Rather than withdraw from her, I pulled her down so that I was holding her against my chest, told her to put her legs inside mine, and rolled us over, so that I was on my elbows above her. Then I had her to move her legs apart, and moved my legs back between hers, so that we were in the classic missionary position. I held still in her for several seconds while I kissed her shoulders, and gently bit her neck (not enough for any hickies- I didn't need that kind of trouble!). She started moaning under me, and moving her pelvis, sliding her vagina up and down on my penis again. I whispered to her "my turn, now", and started making love to her: withdrawing almost completely, then making little fluttering in-and-out motions at the entrance to her vagina – which made her gasp and moan in response – and slowly sliding myself back into her. As my activity speeded up, I could feel her starting to spread her legs even more, and bringing her feet up, so that as I entered her each time, my penetration would be a little more – and I was already 'hitting bottom'!
As I made love to her, I raised myself up on my arms, and we both looked down to where we were joined – and we could see how her juices made my cock glisten, and how her vaginal lips seemed to want to hang on to my penis as it withdrew from her each time. Her small muff was completely drenched in her secretions, and I could feel them soaking my balls each time they bounced against her buttocks when I entered her. I could see that her breasts were incredibly tight, and her areolas had puckered up into hard little nubbins while her nipples stuck out like dark pencil erasers. I couldn't resist the sight, and arched down so that I could lick and suck on her nipples for a few seconds while I continued to move inside her; she responded by arching her back to make her breasts easier for me to reach, and raising her legs and putting her feet behind me, so that I could enter her as deeply as possible.
Each time I entered her, my pelvis would bump against her clitoris, and it wasn't but a few more minutes before she finally started to climax, panting heavily and almost screaming. When she started, she pushed against my buttocks with her feet, to push me completely inside her, where I could feel her vagina start to spasm around my erection. The sensations of that, combined with the additional lubrication she produced as she climaxed, was enough to trigger my own climax, as well. I could feel my balls tighten up, and how the first wad of my jism started the trip out my penis and into her hot little womb. She seemed to be able to feel it as I emptied my balls inside her, moaning with each spurt of my semen, and clamping down on my penis with her vagina – which only made my ejaculations that much stronger, and last even longer, forcing my cum out of the limited space in her vagina, soaking both of us with our combined juices. Finally, though, I simply didn't have any more cum to give her, and stopped filling her with my seed – though still-hard penis continued to twinge in time with her spasms.
As her climax started to taper off, I rested on my elbows above her, and again started kissing her shoulders and softly biting her neck – making her moan and grind her pelvis against me. Finally, though, her climax ended, and she was able to open her eyes and look at me, smiling.
I smiled back at her, and leaned my head down to give her a long, gentle kiss, then softly kissing her eyes and cheeks and nose before tasting her lips again.
We rested like that for several minutes, as my penis softened inside her. I started to withdraw and get up once, but she wrapped her legs around me again, and said "Wait. I want to feel you in me as long as I can", so I held myself there over her until my penis had softened so much that it finally popped free of her – releasing another mini-flood of our mixed secretions. I slid sideways, and rolled over onto my side; she raised her legs, and I curled mine under then, so that we looked as though she were sitting on my lap. I reached behind me, and pulled the bedspread over the two of us, so that she wouldn't get cold, and under the cover of it, went back to caressing her, from her breasts to her crotch. I told her "I'm sorry that you had to be hurt; I hope that it wasn't too bad for you". She smiled at me, kissed me, and said "I knew that it might hurt a little – and that's all that it hurt: a little. I think it would have been a lot worse if I'd done it with another boy. Thank you for not rushing me, and letting me wait when I needed to". After a moment, she continued with "I didn't realize before just how big you are – I'm glad that you 'loosened me up' first". I answered her by saying "Believe it or not, I'm only average there – about 6 inches. There are men out there a lot larger, but most are going to be pretty close to the same size I am.
When you get a little older, the size won't matter so much, and if you don't make love for a while, you'll simply start to shrink inside again, just like you would after you had a baby". She looked at me skeptically, but didn't say any more – she just closed her eyes, captured my hand, and brought it up to hold her breast as we both drifted off for a little nap.
We woke up a little while later, kind of stuck together from our dried juices – which she found almost hysterically funny – and had to almost pry ourselves apart to go into the bathroom and clean up.
True to her word, she was hungry again when we got out of the bathroom, and the two of us headed in to finish up the pizza – I had another slice, and she had two, claiming that she'd 'worked up an appetite" – making us both laugh. We sat there in the living room for another couple of hours, laying on the couch holding each other with a blanket over us, watching TV. When the late news came on, I pulled the blanket off of us, and teased her by saying "Well, it's time for bed – I supposed I'd better get out of here so you can go to sleep". I couldn't help but laugh at the look she got on her face, before she realized that I'd been joking with her, telling me "You rat!". Still chuckling to myself, I asked her if she wanted to sleep with me that night – and she tried to tease me back by saying "If you have to ask, maybe I shouldn't!", but quickly gave in when I answered her by saying "Okay – you've got blankets and such right here…".
I turned the TV and lights off, and held her next to me as we went in to go to bed. We pulled back the covers, slid in, and pulled them back up before getting ourselves set up in 'spoon' position with me behind her, her head resting partly on my arm, and my arm curled around her, cupping her breast in my hand. She wiggled her cute butt in my 'lap', and when I started to get hard, she started pressing herself back against me. I had to remind her that she still had to get up and go to school the next day, before she relented; and even then, I had to plead inability to old age (she snickered at that) before she gave up completely. We fell asleep that way, my holding her breast in my hand, and my penis tucked up against her butt and crotch.