8 comments/ 80043 views/ 21 favorites Becky Was A Virgin By: VeryDirtyMind It's not easy to live next door to a teen-aged girl, but that's not to say that it isn't fun. Fun and frustrating, especially before they turn 18, and since I was ten years older than the mousy looking girl whose bedroom window faced mine across the driveway that separated our houses, I had to keep my hands to myself. That didn't stop me from looking though, and I had gotten many little peeks through the curtains over time, but things really heated up when I started showing her a little interest lately. It was after her 18th birthday party, and while of course I wasn't invited, when I ran into her out in the driveway soon after I congratulated Becky and told her that I had a present for her. "If you want to come over some night," I suggested while I checked Becky out, the white sleeveless top revealing a little more skin than usual for her. "I can give it to you and we can have a little party. Maybe tonight?" "Can't," she giggled, acting all coy and blushing while putting one foot around the other and rocking back and forth. "It's a school night." "Oh, you go to college?" I asked, and she blushed more after shaking her head no. "No, I'm still a senior," Becky confessed. "Stayed back in 5th grade." "Oh, well you must be the prettiest girl in high school then," I said with a straight face, because while I thought she was cute in her own way, there was no way that Becky would win any beauty contests unless the judges were people with my tastes, which are admittedly eclectic. "Stop," Becky giggled, and as she pulled her curly dark brown hair back away from her face, I took note of her underarms, which were shaved. "Your Mom let you start shaving, I see," I said as I pointed to Becky's exposed armpits, which had nothing but a dense 5 o'clock shadow in the hollows, a far cry from the thick tufts of hair they sported a few years back. "Oh - uh - yeah," she mumbled, turning even more crimson. That was what caught my attention back then, when I witnessed some of her friends teasing her about her armpit hair, and when I saw her later I told her that she shouldn't listen to them because they were immature. "Makes you look very womanly," I remember adding. "My Mom won't let me shave yet," Becky had said, clearly embarrassed. "She says that shaving makes the hair grow ever more." I had nodded at the nonsense, not only because it was silly but for the fact that I couldn't imagine the young lady managing to have underarms more hairy than they already were. That was then, but I was less interested in furry Becky's armpits than I was about whether that dense growth indicated that she had a big bush between her legs, one that grew all the way under and back. "You look nice like this, but I thought you looked nice back when you were natural too. Remember when I told you that?" I reminded Becky. "Yeah, but I thought you were kidding," Becky mumbled. "No. When I tell a woman she's sexy, I mean it," I assured Becky, who was definitely not used to hearing that from anybody. "And you're definitely a woman." "You know," I continued, looking around to make sure her mother wasn't anywhere near. "I bet you've got a lot of hair - down there. Am I right?" "Omigod," Becky giggled. "Nothing to be embarrassed about," I assured her. "Men - lots of men like that, you know. I know I do. Maybe if you come over to get your birthday present you can show me." "I can't go to your house, Mr. Perry," Becky said, and when I asked her why she said, "My Mom thinks you're a pervert. Says you're always looking at me and her." "Oh, I look at you alright," I replied, although I never recalled checked out her mother like I did her daughter. "No harm in looking, especially now that you're all grown up. You don't have to tell her where you're going. Just sneak out. I mean, you are 18." "I dunno." "Unless you have a boyfriend that is." "No," Becky said. "Well maybe I could be your boyfriend," I suggested. "You - you're an old man, Mr. Perry," Becky said with a nervous giggle. "Rick, and I'm only 25," I said. "You must go out with older guys sometimes, don't you?" Becky shook her head, and as I looked at the nervous girl with bushy eyebrows hidden behind her glasses, I noticed that she had braces, the almost clear kind. "You could come over, and I could give you your present," I suggested. "We could have a drink, and then we could take our clothes off and fool around." "Can't," Becky said as she took a step back. "I'm a virgin. Have to stay a virgin for when I get married." "Of course," I said. "Fooling around doesn't mean going all the way. I just thought we could have some fun. You don't know how tough it is, living next to you while you grew up. Now you're grown up and so well developed that I would love to see you without clothes." My eyes had drifted down to her breasts, and while Becky's breasts were still small, she definitely had big nipples, judging by the way the fat pegs were evident through the blouse and bra. She was blushing and she was embarrassed, but she was also turned on by the move I was making on her. "Can't," Becky said. "Give me your phone number and I'll call you after dinner tonight." That was no problem, so after I jotted down the number I watched her walk back into her house. I'm not saying I waited breathlessly by the phone, but I was looking forward to what she had in mind. *** "Mr. Perry?" the meek voice at the other end of the line whispered. "Hi Becky. It's Rick, remember?" "Sorry. I'm supposed to call adults Mr. and Mrs. or I get yelled at." "I'm not that adult Becky." "Okay, Rick. I'll probably forget though." "So are you going to come over?" "Can't. It's a school night." "Tomorrow night is Friday. How about then?" "I dunno." "Well, what do you know Becky?" I asked, getting the feeling I was being screwed around with. "I'm in my bedroom. You know - the window you look in sometimes?" "You've seen me looking?" "Couple times," Becky replied. "Can't see very well though, on account of the glass and screen," I explained. "I know," Becky said. "Can't see into your bedroom that good either." "You telling me that you peek over at me?" "Yeah. Are you mad?" "Hell no. Did you see anything good?" "One time," Becky admitted in a voice with a nervous titter. "I saw you with that red-headed lady with the big boobies. Couldn't see good but I did see your butt going up and down." "Did you wish that you were the one underneath me?" I asked, the thought of Becky having watched me having sex very erotic. "Told you that I'm a virgin," Becky said and then giggled, adding, "You do have a cute butt though." "Glad you like it," I said. "Did you see anything else of mine? Did you see my cock?" "No." "You like big dicks?" I asked, but then threw in, "That's right. You're a virgin and have never seen guys naked." "I've seen dicks." "Well, do you like them big? If you do, I think you might like mine." "All the boys say that," Becky countered. "I'm not a boy though. So what are you doing in bed besides talking naughty to me?" "Come to your bedroom window and see," Becky cooed. "I'm at my window, and I opened the window and pulled up the screen so you can see better." I was already on my way there, and when I got there and opened the curtains Becky was standing there right across the way, wearing what looked like a nightshirt with a cartoon mouse on the front. "Hello there," I said, and it was funny to be talking on the phone when we were only about 15 feet apart, but talking across the driveway was not a good idea given the nature of this conversation. "Hi." "You look nice," I said. "Are you wearing anything under the mouse shirt?" "No," Becky chirped. "Gonna take it off for me?" "No. I'll lift it up though, if you promise not to laugh." "Laugh? Why would I laugh?" "Because I'm - you know." "No, I don't know," I said. "What you said this afternoon," Becky said. "Oh. You mean about me guessing that you have a lot of hair between your legs?" "Yeah." "Show me." "Gotta promise not to laugh though," Becky said, and after I swore that I wouldn't she put the phone between her ear and shoulder and lifted up her nightshirt and dropped it back down. "C'mon Becky. I couldn't see. Lift it up and keep it up," I said, and as I spoke Becky's hands lifted the nightshirt up to just under her breasts. "That's beautiful," I sighed as my eyes took in the wide triangle of dark hair that filled the delta. "You're not THAT Hairy down there honey. It looks perfect to me." It was true. I had seen girls with more hair down there, but Becky did have a very lush thicket around her sex, and when I asked her if the hair was as thick as it looked she whispered yes. "Run your fingers through it," I said softly. "That's it. I'll bet the hair is really soft too. Are you wet down there?" "Mr. Perry!" Becky whined. "I mean Rick." "Nothing to be ashamed of," I said. "You're excited about showing off your beautiful body to me. I'm excited too." "Show me." "What?" "Show me your dick." "Come over here and you can do more than look at it." "Can't." "Tomorrow night?" "I dunno. You're probably not excited. I think you're just making fun of me," Becky said as she dropped down her night shirt. "No I'm not," I said as I got up and undid my jeans and let them fall to the floor. "Can't see. Turn on a light," Becky said. "How's that?" I asked after clicking it on, making sure that Becky's parents weren't watching this silliness. "Can you see? "Yeah," Becky said, and after I pulled down my boxers my cock sprang out wildly, and as it did I heard Becky giggle. "Told you I was excited," I said as I made my erection bob around in front of me. "What's so funny?" "Nothing," Becky said nervously. "You got a really big dick, don't you Mister - I mean Rick?" "So you've really seen some before?" I said, but she couldn't have seen too many because while I'm a bigger than average guy, I'm not THAT huge. "Couple." "You ever do anything with them?" "Yeah. I did this to them," Becky admitted as she made a jerking motion with her hand. "Like this?" I asked while stroking my cock in my fist, and the gasp that I heard sent a chill down my back. "Yeah, and one I put in my - you know." "Your mouth? You sucked on one of the guys?" "Don't tell on me." "Of course not. You like watching me do this?" I asked as I kept stroking my cock. "Yeah. You can probably use both hands when you do it, can't you?" Becky asked, and when I started using both fists I heard Becky moan a little. "Like this?" I asked as I wrapped my other hand around my cock while holding the phone between my ear and shoulder. "Wish these were your hands though. You like watching, don't you Becky? Just like I do." "I gotta go," Becky said, her voice sounding odd.. "You're going to play with yourself after you hang up, aren't you?" I asked. "Really got to go." "Do one thing for me though," I said. "Turn around and bend over. Pull up your night shirt for me. I want to see your ass. That's it." Amazingly enough, Becky did as I asked, and while it only lasted about 10 or 15 seconds it was long enough. "Okay?" Becky asked as she turned around, while I knelt down and finished cumming all over the floor. "Great, Becky," I said while my dick was still twitching. "You're gorgeous. Will you come over tomorrow night?" "I dunno. Maybe." "Great. Sleep tight." I slept tight too, although only after I jerked off, the memory of seeing that furry ass crack inspiring another knee rattling orgasm, and when I dropped off my mind was filled with the vision of seeing Becky at my door tomorrow. *** This was something that I would have done when I was Becky's age, but seeing what Becky was going through to get out of the house without being caught surprised me. After climbing out of her window and onto the roof of the back porch, she walked over to the side where she had left a ladder there earlier. "Clever girl," I said to myself as Becky came down the ladder and across her yard, glancing over to make sure that her parents weren't looking before climbing over the drooping fence that separated our yards and scurrying up my back steps where I was waiting. "Can't believe I'm doing this," Becky said after I let her in. "Happy birthday - belated," I said before wrapping my arms around her to give her a kiss, and while she was startled at first, she started to relax a little and the actually kissed me back a little, letting our tongues duel for a second under my hands went under her baggy t-shirt. "Hey!" "Just trying to find out whether you were wearing anything underneath," I said. "I liked your mouse shirt last night better." "I thought you send you were going to give me a birthday present," Becky said as she squirmed away from me. "It's on the table next to your drink," I said, escorting her over where the little box with the necklace I had bought an ex-girlfriend a while back but never gave to her because we broke up before her birthday. "Open it up right after we have your birthday toast." "What is it?" she asked when she saw the amber fluid in the rocks glass. "Southern Comfort," I said as I raised my glass and encouraged Becky to do the same. "And don't tell me you never drank before. Happy birthday! Drink it right down." I watched as Becky bravely took a deep swallow and then go into a coughing jag as a result. "Good girl," I said, and then after she finished the drink Becky grabbed the box. "Wow!" Becky said after she unwrapped the necklace, and after she fumbled with it while trying to put it on, I offered to help. "Sit on my lap, Becky," I said, and although she gave me a funny look she did sit on me knee so I could clasp, taking my time so I could inhale her cheap teenybopper perfume. There. Think how nice it will look when you were something sexy. Something low-cut so everybody can see it hang between your titties." "I wanna see what it looks like on me," Becky said as she got off my lap and went over to the mirror, and it was obvious that she wasn't used to wearing jewelry that didn't come from Walmart. "Looks nice, doesn't it," I said when Becky came back over toward me, and when I patted my knee and told her to come back where she was before she made a face but did it. "There," I said. "I would really like to see what the gold looks like against your skin though." "Mr. Perry," Becky giggled as I tried to lift up her t-shirt, and although she didn't help much she didn't really stop me as I lifted the shirt over her head. I held the t-shirt wrapped aup round her wrists I leaned forward under her upraised arm a kissed her armpit, the feel of my lips against the dense peach fuzz making Becky giggle and squirm even more before I tossed the shirt aside. "There, doesn't that look beautiful?" I said while looking at the necklace nestled in the modest cleavage formed by Becky's ill-fitting bra. The harness looked like a training bra, and while Becky's breasts weren't very large they had certainly outgrown the old bra, and I told her so. "Should have bought you some nice bras instead," I said while wrapped my arm around Becky's waist. "Something from Victoria's Secret. Maybe next time I'm up at the mall I'll get a a couple. What are you? I'd guess around a 34B or so. Maybe 36. What do you think?" "I dunno," Becky said, who was blushing but seemed happy that I was exaggerating her bust size by a cup size and a couple of inches at least. "That bra looks so uncomfortable," I said as I played with the strap that cut into Becky's shoulder. "Why don't we take this off?" "I can't, Mr. Perry," Becky said, but my hand had already slipped up Becky's back and with a flick of my wrist I undid the hooks in back, forcing Becky to grab the cups and press them to her chest. "You don't have anything to be ashamed of, Becky," I said as I stroked the back of Becky's hand that was clamped to her chest. "Unless you've got falsies up under the bra." "Falsies?" "You know, tissues or padding," I said, and Becky shook her head no emphatically. "Let me see, Becky," I said while trying to coax her hands away from the dangling bra, and as the straps slipped off of her shoulders I managed to coax it off which left me with only her hands to contend with. "Wow, I remember when you were as flat as a boy, and now look at you," I gushed when her hands came down, exposing breasts that were only about the size of tennis balls, although her nipples were large and rested on puffy aureoles. Becky sucked air through her teeth when I reached up and grabbed a firm titty that fit in my hand perfectly, and I felt the already plump nipple blossom even more. "Nice," I sighed while gently kneading her breasts while Becky looked down at the necklace and my busy hand. "So tell me, did you play with yourself last night?" "Mr. Perry, how come you always try to embarrass me?" Becky whined as my other hand rested on her knee. "I'm not, baby. Nothing to be ashamed of - playing with yourself. After we hung up last night I jerked myself off. Came real good while remembering how sweet your ass looked." "You did?" "Of course I did. I'm not ashamed of that. Give me your hand." I took Becky's hand and put it on the bulge in my jeans without waiting for her to decide whether to do it on her own or not, and I enjoyed the look on Becky's face as I pressed her hand down on it. "Why don't we take your shorts off?" I asked, and although she started to whine that she couldn't, after a minute Becky was standing up in front of me while I was pulling her shorts down to the floor. "Look at you," I sighed as I put my hands on her hips and looked at Becky's blue panties and the dark brown hairs that were peeking out from the sides. Becky's bush was pressing against the fabric of the panties, the hair outlined clearly through the cotton, and there was even a little treasure trail that went from above the elastic top of her panties up to her belly button. "That's pretty," I said as I let my fingers slide along the tail of hairs before sliding down to the front of her panties, and the teen's body shook as I did that. "And you're wet already." "I can't," Becky was saying, but she didn't stop me as I peeled her panties down, exposing her lush bush, and as the undies came down the aroma of her sex nearly knocked me over. "You're as horny as I am," I said as my fingers raked through the thicket of hair that was as soft as I had expected. "You're hairy and horny." "Please," Becky whimpered as my finger slipped into the dripping wet fold, but I told her that I just wanted to play. "You taste so good," I said after taking my finger out of Becky and putting it in my mouth. "You want to take my jeans off? Here, get down on your knees and take them off." "No," Becky said, resisting the helpful hand I was putting on her bare shoulder in an attempt to coax her down, but she did fumble with my belt, eventually getting it free. Without the belt my jeans came down easily, and when they did I saw the horrified look on Becky's face when she saw the bulge in my very crowded cotton boxer briefs. It looked like I had a snake stuffed in there, and I encouraged Becky to give it a feel. "It won't bite," I assured her while she shook her head, but I grabbed her wrist and brought her hand over to the front of my briefs. "Squeeze it." "It's not even hard yet," Becky mumbled, but I told her that in a few seconds it would be, and I was right. "Take it out for me, honey," I encouraged Becky, who seemed content to rub my dick through the cotton, but that wasn't enough for me so I yanked down my briefs, trying not to laugh when I saw Becky's flinch as my cock sprang around wildly in front of her. "Hold it for me." Becky Was A Virgin Becky was the kind of girl who needed coaxing, so I ended up grabbing her hand and putting it on my cock, practically wrapping her fingers around it for her. "There," I said. "Not so bad is it? Stroke it for me, Becky." "Can't get my hand around it," Becky complained, but I showed her how to spin her hand as she moved it up and down. "That's it honey, go right up over the head and back down," I said, and when I reached over her pussy was dripping wet. "You like my cock? Why don't you suck it for me?" "Can't," Becky said, shaking her head. "It's too big." "No it isn't," I said as I coaxed her down to her knees and cradled the back of her head while moving her face towards my swaying erection. "You said you did it before. Were you lying?" "No," Becky said, seeming to be hypnotized by my bobbing cock. "Then open wide, honey," I said while bringing my cock to her lips. After about 2 minutes of the worst head I ever had I helped Becky to her feet, which was just as well because I wanted something else. "Sorry," Becky said. "It's too big for me to suck good." "You're not with boys anymore now, Becky. You're a woman with a man," I said. "You'll get better in time and practice. Why don't we go down to my bedroom?" "Can't." "Then how about just into the living room?" I said while herding Becky over to the couch. "Gotta go home," Becky said. "Okay," I said, gesturing back to the door she came in before while stepping aside. "You don't want to go, do you?" I said with a smile as Becky stood there wearing only white socks in the soft lighting of the living room. "I can't do what you want me to do. I can't." "You don't know what I want," I said. "Yes I do." "No, I don't want to take your virginity. Not really, but there is something I want to do. Something I think you'll like, and you don't have to worry about getting pregnant or anything else." "What is it?" *** "Like this?" Becky asked as she draped her nubile body over the back of my couch. "Just like that." "I feel stupid," came Becky's voice from the other side of the couch. "But you look beautiful," I said while kneeling down and putting my hands on her ass cheeks, spreading the soft buttocks apart while asked her to spread her legs a little. I was in heaven as I kissed her butt while looking up Becky's crack at the balloon knot almost obscured by dark brown hair that ringed the orifice. "What's that?" Becky said as her body tensed. "It's my finger," I said, and she moaned while the digit that had been rubbing her anus suddenly spun inside. "Nobody ever did this to you before? "No." "Feels good, doesn't it?" i asked and when she said it was okay I spun it in deeper. "Oh geez!" Becky groaned as I worked the finger deep into her hot and pungent hole, and then when I squeezed another finger in she cried out that it hurt. "You'll get used to it, honey," I said as both fingers dipped into her virgin ass, and that was a condition that was about to change. "My cock won't hurt as much because it's all flesh and blood. No bone." "What?" Becky cried out, but I was in the process of pulling my fingers out and pushing my face into her ass crack. "Omigod! What's that?" I was too busy to reply, as I was in the process of licking Becky's anus like a rabid dog. Becky wasn't the most diligent woman that I had the pleasure of experiencing down there, but that only made me crazier, and I had to hold on to Becky's hips for fear she was going to tumble over to the other side. The kid was squealing so loud that I was glad the windows were closed so her parents didn't hear their daughter's reaction about getting rimmed for the first time. None of the screams mentioned anything about stopping, so while I kept licking I started to lube up my cock. I stood up and stuck a greased finger into Becky, who tried to turn around to find out what I was up to. Best for her not to know, I figured, so after sticking another finger into her ass I bent her over the back of the couch and moved up next to her. "Mr. - what are you..." That was the only part of the sentence I was able to back out as I pushed the head of my cock into what felt like the eye of a needle, and it took a lot of effort to get the ridge of the crown into her ass, but I was too inflamed to stop then. "It hurts!" Becky screamed. "Your dick is in my bottom!" At least she was able to figure that out, I remember thinking as I tried not to laugh while I leaned into the skinny kid and slowly worked more of my cock into Becky's virgin ass. "Relax Becky," I hissed. "Just relax." "It hurts Mr. Perry," Becky sobbed. "I promise it won't hurt for long, Becky," I assured her. "I'll take my time and be gentle. You're doing fine." "It's not all in?" Becky asked, swiveling her head back to reveal a beet-red complexion. "No honey, just the head so far," I explained. "OMIGOD!" "Here you go," I said while gently rocking back and forth and working myself into her slowly. "Hurts - can't - going to the bathroom," Becky said, and while I didn't know at first what she meant, I think she peed on the couch a little, but that didn't bother me because that couch had experienced a whole lot. "That's my girl," I said as I looked down and saw that I had half of my cock into her ass, and then I started to move in and out a little harder. "I knew you would love it." A few minutes later I had a fist full of Becky's hair in my fist as I pulled her head back while impaling her with just about everything I had while our bodies slammed together, and only after I let a bellow while filling Becky's bowels with my seed did I feel a little guilty. Pulling my deflating cock out of Becky's previously virgin orifice, I looked at the gaping hole that remained, and I held her ass cheeks apart as it slowly contracted back to normal. "Good girl," I said as I helped Becky to an upright position and held her in my arms. "You liked it didn't you?" "It hurt," Becky sobbed as I wrapped my hands around her wet body. Becky was a soggy mess, with her cheeks damp with tears, her back moist with my sweat and her own perspiration rolling down her sides from her armpits, and while she was still sobbing gently she was hugging me back a little. "Did I do it good?" Becky asked. "You were great, Becky and you know what? I'll bet that you'll be knocking at my door asking me to fuck you in the ass again before long." "Don't think so. It still hurts." "Let me do something to make you feel better," I said as I ushered Becky over to the proper side of the couch and had her sit on the edge and lean back while I knelt in front of her, spreading her skinny legs and putting them over my shoulders while I lowered my head into her delta. Her anus might have still stung, but after I lapped her sweet pungent pussy for a while the sobbing stopped and the squealing and squirming began. Becky came hard and fast, but I didn't stop eating her out until I had coaxed a second orgasm out of her. Eventually we stood up and I helped Becky get dressed, even helping her get over the fence to her house and made sure she got up the ladder safely before heading back home, reminding her that she was always welcome to come over for some more. I hoped that Becky would come back over, but I never expected that the next night there would be a tapping at the back door, and while it was a bit of an awkward moment there was no way that I was going to turn her away. "Oh!" Becky said when she saw that I had company. "I'm sorry." "No, nothing to be sorry about Becky," I said while keeping her from exiting. "Karen, this is Becky." "Oh, this is your little virgin neighbor with the hairy pussy," my busty occasional girlfriend said as she got up from the couch. "Yes, and Becky's seen you too. She saw us in the bedroom from her own bedroom. You remember the redheaded lady with the big boobies, don't you?" I asked Becky, reminding her of what she had said about the woman she had seen me with during her peeping. "Nice to meet you Becky," Karen said with a smile as Becky stared at Karen's breasts which were as naked as the rest of her. "You like these, Becky?" Karen asked as she hefted her big jugs playfully. "I think Becky likes a lot of things," I said while contemplating the possibilities. "I think I better leave," Becky said as she took a step backward. "If you want," I said as I watched for her to make up her mind. "But I think you probably want to stay, don't you Becky?" "I guess for a little while," Becky said with a shrug of her shoulders. "Great," I said, licking my lips while bringing Becky and Karen together. "That's great." *** thanks for reading