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Hey Mister Pt. 01

By: LukeCoolhand



"Hey, mister..."

I stopped and turned to face the opposite door. The voice was unfamiliar and sounded a little hesitant.

I live in an apartment building where everyone kept to themselves. No reason why... it wasn't a bad neighborhood. It was just quiet. I guess everyone liked it that way. Which was why I was a little puzzled as to why my neighbor suddenly felt compelled to talk to me.

At least, I assumed it was me. There was nobody around at that hour. I'd come home early from work that day because I'd decided I'd had enough of dealing with idiot bosses and even more silly customers. When I'd walked up to my apartment, I'd been looking forward to a nice rest of the day, with no one to bother me.

"Hey," I said to the half-hidden face peering at me from behind the door jamb. "Sup?"

OK, I'm not exactly young anymore, but I knew who I was speaking to, and I knew enough from my interactions with young people (customers and bosses) that its best to speak their lingo. At the very least, it would make my own utterances comprehensible.

My neighbor's daughter pushed the door open a little more and stood straight. She was a plain girl, not given to wearing make-up. I'd hardly noticed her till now, but as she adjusted the black-rimmed spectacles to sit more comfortably on her snub nose, I realized she wasn't that bad looking. I guess the other young girls with all their make-up (false lashes and all) would put this one in the shade. A pity, that. She wasn't a looker, but she was still quite sweet looking, once you got past the huge spectacles and the occasional blemish on the skin.

I suppose I should've asked her name or something, but like I said, the people who lived in the same building kept to themselves. We never asked each other questions nor even showed an interest in the goings-on in any apartment, regardless of what we could hear through the walls. After all, the loud arguments, crashing tableware, crying or screaming would end soon enough. And they never did last too long, anyway.

Maybe I was too surprised by the fact that she was actually speaking to me to do or say anything other than to repeat myself: "Sup?"

She looked a little nervous, like a kid with her hand caught in the cookie jar, except that she was no kid. At least, I didn't think so. She was quite tall, almost as tall as I was, and she wore her hair in a short crop around her pixie face. Her eyes darted up and down, looking me in the eye and down again at the floor as she spoke to me.

"Can you... help me?" she stammered, her anxiety and embarrassment quite apparent in her speech and behavior. Her legs were crossed beneath her, like she needed to pee quite desperately, and her arms were held behind her back.

I thought the better of returning her request with a snappy reply. She looked so unsure it was almost painful to watch. Instead, I said to her quite gently: "What do you need my help with?"

"I... ummm... there's something wrong. With our water. No one's home and... and I wanna take a bath. I don't know what to do..."

Hmmm. OK. For a brief moment, I wondered if it was a prank of some sort. The things the young people get into these days, it wouldn't have surprised me if it was. I suppose it was really dumb of me to dismiss the thought so quickly, but... well, she did look quite pathetic. Ignoring my initial urge to tell her to wait for her father to get home (so that I could go about getting the half-day off that I had been so looking forward to), I slipped my keys back into my pocket and stepped towards her.

She shrank a little back into her apartment, and I thought she would've slammed the door shut in my face if I'd been nearer to her, but she stood up straight again and pushed the door open.

"Do you know where your water mains are?"

"It's not. I mean, the problem is with our heater."

"Oh I see. Well, I don't know if I can help. I'm not a plumber or electrician, but I know a good one..."

"No. No, that's not... it'll take too long," she shook her head determinedly, her tone and demeanor surprising me. Maybe my initial impression of her as a mouse wasn't as accurate as I'd thought.

"I'm really not sure if I can help you, then."

"Oh. OK. I guess. Never m..."

"Oh alright," I said, feeling sorry for her. She really looked... I don't know how to describe it. She looked as if she was relieved and as if she was about to cry at the same time. I really didn't think I could help the poor girl, but I thought I should give it a try, if only so she wouldn't look so miserable. "I'll take a look at your fusebox to see if anything's been tripped."

She looked surprised, then a little pleased. And, to be truthful, I thought she looked a little afraid at the same time. Good grief. I opened my mouth to say I wasn't going to do anything to her, but closed it again. Not exactly a smart thing to say to a girl who looked afraid of you... and who was also inviting you into her apartment. Damn, I must be really tired, I thought to myself. Where was I going with these thoughts? She was just a neighbor asking for help, that's all. Nothing else to it.

A key turned in the gate separating the girl and myself, and the door swung out towards me. She had stepped back out of sight, but the open gate was an invitation to enter, I guess. Oh well. Putting the nagging doubts to rest in my mind, I slipped off my shoes and stepped over the threshold and into the apartment.

I realized I had been mooned (however inadvertently) the moment I stepped into the apartment. The girl had been reaching up to put something on an upper shelf. Because she had been wearing the kind of dress/blouse that young women like today - you know, the type that looks too short to be a dress yet too long to be a blouse - I had thought she was wearing a pair of shorts under that, as was the fashion today, but no, she was most certainly not. She was completely commando underneath. I had a good view of her ass cheeks flexing as she stood on tiptoe to reach the shelf, then returning to their lovely roundness when she was done. Her backside was vanilla white, along with the rest of her legs... it looked like she wasn't one to go swimming much... and was enticingly luscious enough without being too heavy.

I took all that in, in the few moments I got a look at her naked ass. Then she turned around and I wondered if she knew I'd noticed she wasn't wearing any pants. She looked a little embarrassed, but then again, she had been a little shy to begin with, so I couldn't tell for sure why she was that way.

"Uh. Ummm... the heater's this way," she seemed to speak to the floor between my feet. Then she turned and swiftly walked into a room.

"Hey... you forgot... Here, I'll shut the door for you."

"OK," her reply was terse, but her tone was still tentative.

I shut the front door, pausing before I walked into the room after her. She was waiting for me in what looked like her bedroom. There were plush toys on the single bed, and framed photos of a much younger version of the girl who stood in front of me on the desk next to the window. The curtains fluttered slightly with the slight breeze, and a young woman's scent - don't ask me to describe it, I only know it when I smell it - permeated the room.

"Wow. Nice room," I said, hoping to allay any fears she might have had about my being in her room.

"Thanks. I... ummm... this is my room."

"Uh huh. It's nice. Very you."

"Thanks. Thanks for... you know, helping..."

"No prob. Actually, I haven't done anything yet. So where's the heater?"

"Oh. Yes, I... the bathroom is over here."

She waved towards a door at the end of the room. I started moving towards it, and was startled to hear her exclaim, then run past me to the door. What the..? Oh. I guess she must have left her underwear around or something like that. I could see how that idea would have spurred her into running into the bathroom first.

A few steps took me to the door of the bathroom, where I got mooned again. No, that's not quite right. I got flashed. She was bending down, picking something up from the floor. I could see that delectable ass again, but also got a good look at her pussy at the same time. The small pinkish slit was clearly visible, peeking out from under the curves of her buttocks. Even her anus was visible, the little puckered hole revealed by her ass cheeks spreading as she bent forward.

I was so engrossed by the sight of her pussy and asshole that I didn't really notice what she was picking up from the floor. Then she straightened up and turned to face me, her face flushed a deep red. She couldn't have not known what I'd seen, and I felt really bad for her. She must be feeling very embarrassed, poor thing. I decided to change the subject and save her from further embarrassment.

"So... what's the problem with the heater anyway?"

"Uh. Oh, yeah," she recovered a little composure, but her face was still flushed. She kept one hand behind her back. "It's... not hot. The water, I mean."

I wondered what it was she was holding behind her back, but thought the better of asking her about it. It was none of my business anyway.

"OK. Do you know if the fuse has tripped? Is everything else working in here?"

"No. I mean, you don't understand," she said, inching her way backwards, towards the sink. I could see a bit of the handle of what looked like a straight razor. So she shaves. No biggie. But I guess if you were a painfully shy girl, you wouldn't want anyone else to know. Then again... I remembered how her bare legs looked and my eyes flashed downwards before I could stop myself.

"It... the heater is a gas heater. Not an electric one," she explained, the flush on her face deepening. "I cooked dinner using the stove just now, so there's nothing wrong with the gas supply."

"So... does the gas light up in the heater?"

"No. That's it. It's not working."

"Wow. OK, given it's a gas heater, I'm not sure I should be knocking around trying to fix it when there's a chance it might blow up. I'm not a plumber, you know."

"Oh. So you won't..?"

"Not that I won't. I'm not sure I can do anything that wouldn't put you in danger."

"That's alright."

"No, it's not. I think it's best you get a hold of a plumber or something. When are your parents due home?"

"They... ah... should be back pretty soon. In an hour or so."

"Well, you'll only have to wait an hour..."

"You don't understand. Oh... never mind. Thanks anyway."

She seemed to be quite unhappy about having to wait, so I thought I should offer to take a look anyway.

"Alright. Tell you what... I'll take a look at it anyway, and if it's a simple enough problem, I'll fix it for you, OK?"

"Oh. OK," she replied, seeming a little surprised and a lot relieved. "I... you know, the gas pipe is that one over there..."

As she said this, she spun around and pointed up at one of the pipes near the ceiling. Her action gave me yet another glimpse of her butt, the hem of her blouse riding up to reveal the bottom halves of the lovely white globes. I was a little surprised. Surely, she couldn't be unaware..?

She turned around and further volunteered: "I can get a chair if you want."

"Uh, no. Thanks. I think I can get up there by standing on the tub."

"Do you need a tool? My dad has a toolbox in the storeroom."

"No, that's alright," I replied, stepping gingerly up onto the rim of the tub. It was a little damp, as if it had been used not too long ago. Hmmm. If she'd had her bath, what was the rush to get the heater fixed? "I'm just taking a look first anyway."

She didn't reply, but I didn't think any more about that. My eyes were fixed on the pipe, and what looked like a valve on top of the heater. Could that be the problem? I reached out towards it and managed to grasp the thin piece of metal. I turned it a little to the right but stopped myself from turning it all the way. Wait a minute. Why was this valve turned off? It didn't make sense. I decided to get some answers before proceeding further.

"Hey," I said out loud to the girl. No reply. I turned my head and saw that she had left the bathroom.

"Hey miss?" Boy, did I regret not asking for her name. "You there?"

Still no reply. Damn it. Where had she gone? I clambered down from the tub and made my way back into her room. I didn't see her at first, but just as I started walking towards the door to the living room, I saw her spectacles on the bedside table and realized she was lying in her bed, under the covers. Her dark hair made a noticeable splash of black on the white pillow.

"Hey, mister," she said from under the covers. Her voice was plaintive, almost like she was begging. She sounded like she didn't want to be heard, yet she must have wanted to get my attention... otherwise, why would she have spoken up?

"You alright? Sup?" I enquired. I was genuinely concerned by her behavior. "Are you unwell?"

"No. Yes. Maybe," she replied from under the covers. "I'm like... hot all over."

"Should I get a doctor in to see to you?"

"No. That's not what... I think... YOU should see this!" she said, flinging the covers off her body.

I was shocked to see that she was completely naked. She was pale all over, the small mounds of her breasts rising rising and falling rapidly as if she had been running for a bit. Or maybe she was excited. Her nipples were the size of dimes, and looked painfully hard. I let my eyes drift further down, past her quivering stomach and saw a small thatch of dark hair perched perilously on the edge of a high mound, accentuating and not covering the tiny slit dissecting the vee that marked where her legs met her hips. The split on her groin was so small it was almost unnoticeable. Then, as I stared, the vee disappeared and the deep pink slit became more prominent when she spread her legs wide apart. Almost immediately, she closed them again, as if she had had second thoughts about what she was doing. Although the two movements where almost instantaneous, I had seen enough to know that she was wet. Oh, she was excited alright.

I hadn't realized my mouth was hanging open, but when I looked up at her face and saw the tears gleaming at the corners of her eyes, I immediately shut it. What was going on?

"You don't like that, do you, mister? I'm real ugly, aren't I?" She pulled the covers back over herself, obscuring her nakedness and allowing my brain to finally engage. What the..? Empathy mode kicked in. She was still quite young after all, not more than 19 or 20. Perhaps she had some self-confidence issues. Or something like that. I thought I should say something to make her feel better about herself... even though the situation was really weird, and I was getting a monster boner from her persistent flashing.

"No. No, not at all. That's very nice," I said. I wasn't lying too. She wasn't anything like the skinny model type - she had the curves where a woman's curves should be - but I could understand where she was coming from. The modern girl had so much to contend with - have big breasts, a flat tummy, a perky ass - that it was really quite impossible for any girl to fulfill the image of feminine perfection other than to starve AND go for cosmetic surgery. I'm all for the natural woman, to be frank... I appreciate the feminine form in all its variations. Skinny girls are fine by me as long as they don't have to go to extreme measures to get that way. Ditto the curiver ladies.

"You're lying just to make me feel better," she said. All this time, her head had been turned away so I couldn't see her face. But I could tell from her voice that she was close to sobbing. Poor thing.

"No, no. I mean it," I responded, moving to the bed to sit beside her. A risky move, I know, but I didn't think I could be very convincing standing away from her. She might take it to mean she repulsed me. "It is very nice. I mean, YOU are very nice to look at. I guess I was kind of surprised... I don't get that happening to me a lot, you know."

She turned to look into my eyes for the first time. I could see the mistrust and confusion in them. Poor thing. "You... don't like to look at me. Nobody does."

"Who says so? Why do you say that?"

She turned away again without replying. Then, she slowly drew the covers away again, exposing her naked body to me once more. Her long legs spread slightly, trembling as they did. This time, she didn't close them. She held them apart so I could see her slit. It was quite a pretty pussy too, the thick pinkish outer lips puffy at the top and dipping down into a small darker pink depression that marked the entrance to her vagina. Just below that, on the narrow shelf between her pussy and her asshole, I could see her liquid excitement gleaming. It streaked the insides of her thighs, suggesting she had been wet for a while now. Holy shit.

Once more, the connection between my brain and my mouth had been completely disengaged by the sight of her nude body. Once more, she took it the wrong way.

"See? You don't like me. Or you wouldn't be just sitting there!"

The covers were drawn back across her body once more, and I recovered enough of my senses to reply.

"I... what do you expect me to do?"

"What any guy would do if he saw a naked girl!"

"You mean..? But... you know, I'm not into rape..."

"Well, it's not rape if I'm offering it to you, is it?"

"Yes, well, you're right. But..."

"But nothing. You're just not interested. You weren't interested just now when you saw my ass, and you're not interested now when you've seen me naked. I'm just not attractive to any guy..."

"Wait a minute, young lady," I interrupted her before her train of thought went off the cliff. "Listen to me, will you? Like I said, I was surprised. I mean, it's not everyday a sweet young thing like you makes me an offer like that."

"Sweet young thing. Right. Like I believe you." she said. Her head was still turned away, but I thought she sounded different. Perhaps a little relieved and... flattered?

"Yeah. Sweet young thing. I mean, you're sweet and young, and I'm... well, I'm not exactly a hunk now. So I didn't expect that you would... I mean, I didn't even get what you meant..."

The covers slid off her body again. She turned her head slowly and looked into my eyes once more. OK, the confusion was still there, but this time I was more certain there was also something else in her eyes. Lust, maybe? Or was I just getting the wrong idea?

"Now you know, mister. So... what are you waiting for?"

"Ah. Ummm. Nothing, I guess." I couldn't figure out any other answer, and didn't move away when her eager hands moved to my belt, undid pants and removed them.

"Nice boxers," she remarked, and slipped those off too. My erection sprang up at her face. "Oooh. Ummm. I didn't think it would be so... big. I'm not sure if I can..."

"Thank you," I said, in response to her latter comment more than to her former one. I'd not heard the compliment often. Truth be told, I'm not that long, but I'm wider than most. Some of my previous lovers have told me they prefer my dimensions, but I never could tell if they were just saying that to make me feel better during sex. This girl looked like she meant it. "I... ah... are you sure..? I mean, we don't have to if you don't want..."

"Geez. You really are a fuddy duddy aren't you?" she said, smiling at me for the first time. It was quite an engaging smile. It was the smile of a young woman who knew she was having an effect on a man. A really quite impressive effect.

"You really should smile more," I said, trying to remain cool while the blood rushed away from my brain. "You look really good when you smile."

"Really? Thanks, mister," she smiled again, then she tentatively tapped my erection with her finger and giggled as it bobbled in front of her face. Nobody's said anything that nice to me before."


Hey Mister Pt. 01



"Really. I like your smile."

"That the only thing you like? Nothing else?" Her right hand gestured downwards. "You mean this isn't nice too?"

"Uh. Of course. Can't you tell?" I said, waving my cock at her to emphasize my point.

"Maybe it'd be more convincing if you did something about it," she replied cheekily, pushing her hips up off the bed at me, bringing my attention back to her leaking slit.

"Uh. OK," I replied as the animal lust she had awakened in me took over and moved into position between her spread legs. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I wondered again about the slight tone of urgency I'd thought I'd heard in her voice, but the way her vulva squelched when I pressed my cock at her entrance was sufficient explanation for me. As the thick curtains of flesh parted before me releasing a small deluge that coated the tip of my prick, I paused. Her slit looked small in comparison to my dick and I suppose I might have been considering the wisdom of what I was about to do... but having seen her naked, wet and so excited, I think my brain had been just about short-circuited by my hormones. God damn.

She gasped when my cockhead sank into the small indentation in her groin. Her slit was so small her labia had been pressed apart by my entry, and i could see into her secret pink valley... and her obviously erect clitoris. "Oh god. Oh god. It IS big," she gasped. "Is it already in yet? I don't know if..."

"I can stop if you want," I teased, knowing that she was further down the road of lust than I was. I pulled my cock out slightly, so that the head was pressed up against her labia but not inside her.

"Shit. No. Fucking. Way. Mister," she growled when she realized what had happened. She surprised me by swearing, and again when she pushed her hips upwards, spearing herself on my erection.

"Owwww god," she groaned as my cock plunged halfway into her vagina. She was very slippery and wet, and I wasn't sure if I was hurting her or not because she was so smooth and soft inside. "Owwwwww man..."

I decidied to give her time to get used to my dimensions, so I let her make the next move. She didn't move for quite a while (I didn't know how long - who looks at the time in the middle of such an activity?) and I spent the time running my hands up and down her sides, gently tickling her tits when I got to them, and rubbing her tummy when my hands came down. She was breathing quickly, her rib cage rising and falling rapidly as she adjusted to the sensation of my intrusion into her body.

Then, she looked at down at where our bodies were joined. "Is that it?" she enquired, which I thought was quite funny. "Is that all?"

"Not quite, my dear," I replied with a chuckle. For someone who I thought was experienced in the ways of sex, she certainly knew how to play the innocent. "There's more to come."

I pressed forward gingerly, mindful of her initial reaction. I wanted her to enjoy it, after all... I could take my time and draw it out for the both of us. Her insides parted easily enough, squishing as her vagina swallowed the rest of my cock. 

She gasped and groaned loudly as her sex was plundered fully. Her vulva gaped around the stem of my prick before it was obscured by my own belly. Our joining was complete, our pubises pressed up hard against each other's.

"Oh god. Oh god. Oh god," she groaned. "I can't... believe.. it's all the way in..."

"Does it hurt?" I asked, concerned about the tears I saw leaking from her eyes. She nodded her head, biting her lower lip. Her eyes were shut tight.

"Do you want me to stop then?" I pullied out a little, noting how her fluids were spilling down my thighs.

She shook her head, her tears flying and hitting me in the chest. "N... no. It just... give me a little time..."

"Oh, OK," I said, pushing inwards and stretching her out inside once more.

"Ooooh godddd!" she groaned, pulling her legs as far apart as they would go. "That's... that's... nice..."

"What? This?" I teased, pulling out and pushing back in again in a slow, sawing motion.

"Oh god. Yessss," she moaned as her nether regions squelched approval. "Ooooh. Do... that..."

I started slowly fucking her, pausing between strokes to let her enjoy each stroke. Her groans provided loud accompaniment to my movements. Then she suddenly quivered, her belly shuddering as she had a small peak of sensations. It seemed to surprise her, and I wondered for a moment if she had ever had an orgasm before. It was just a momentary thought, you know... not enough to distract me from the lovely sensations of her velvety vagina softly massaging my cock.

"Oh. OH!" she exclaimed as she clutched at the bed with her hands. As her shuddering tapered off, she wondered aloud: "What... what was that? Oh my god."

"Haven't you had one before?" I grinned at her as I thrust inwards again. She shook her head.

Oh well. There's a first time for everything. I thought no further about it and began increasing my tempo. I didn't immediately go at it full tilt, but gave her time to get used to the rhythm I was establishing before upping it more. For her part, she seemed to get into it after a while... her pubis rose to meet mine with each inward thrust, and dropping as I pulled out. It became a game of catch-up, with me changing the tempo and she catching on quickly enough to meet me halfway.

All this while, her eyes remained half-closed while she mewled and growled her increasing excitement. After a while, I knew she was close and kept the same rhythm to bring her over the edge. Her eyes suddenly flew open, her mouth articulating her arrival at her peak. "Oh. My. God. I'm dying. I'm dying!"

At that point, I reached down and scooped up her legs, draping them around my waist so she could control the depth of my penetration. I pushed forward hard, meeting her open vulva with my pubis.

"AHHH GODDDDDD!" she screamed as she soared over her climax, her thighs convulsing around me while her heels hammered at the small of my back. I left myself within her as much as possible, resorting to shallow, strong thrusts while I felt the hot buttery-soft walls of her vagina suddenly turn to rock.

Her screams went on for a while, tapering to soft whimpers when she was done, and it took all of my willpower to stop myself from coming into her. Because, just before she had her climax, it suddenly occurred to me that she might get pregnant from this episode, and I couldn't see myself explaining how that had happened to her father. 

I have to say I managed it quite well too. Until I drew myself out, that is. That's when she had a mini one, and the pulling sensation as I exited her now thoroughly soaked sex put me over the edge. I violently pulled it out and jammed my cock between our bodies, pressing the stem up against her twitching clit. That must have given her yet another peak, because she shivered violently as I hugged her close to me.

She exclaimed as she realized what had happened - some of my spunk actually splattered her in the area just below her breasts - and cooed softly into my ear. "Ooooooohhh... that's... nice..."

I was quite exhausted when we were done, but I made sure to keep caressing her sides and neck, to bring her down gently from her highs. When I finally pushed myself off her, she made no move to cover herself. She simply lay there on her bed, her legs spread from the way they had fallen off my waist. Her pubic hair was plastered flat on top of her mound, the reddened split of her groin still puffy with excitement, and the insides of her thighs gleamed wetly. Between her legs and under her buttocks, there was a large melon-sized stain on the sheets. She didn't seem too bothered about her nakedness nor the moisture still leaking from within, however; she was busy stirring the thick white liquid that had pooled in the hollow of her navel with her fingertips, rubbing the semen into her skin higher up, over her gently rising breasts. She seemed to like the sensation of the cooling spunk on her skin.

"Oooooo... so that's what it's like," she sighed.

I was surprised. Did that mean she was..? I looked down at my deflated cock and saw streaks of dark red on it. Oh shit. No fucking way.

"Hey... I didn't know you were a virg.."

"Shit. What time is it?" she interrupted me. "Fuck! My parents will be back any time now."

Holy shit. I couldn't believe it. "What? Are you sure?"

"Yes I'm sure! You'd better get out before they come back. Unless you wanna explain to them just what we've been doing here."

"OK, OK!" I said, struggling to pull my boxers and pants on and almost falling over in the process. The situation would've been comical were it not so rife with dire consequences.

I managed to make it to her front door without further mishap, and she saw me out, having slipped on the same blouse/dress she had had on earlier. And just like she had earlier, she didn't bother to put on anything else.

As I stepped out, she surprised me one more time by pulling me back and kissing me on the lips. Hard, like she meant it.

"Thank you," she breathed in my ear and licked my earlobe. "That was awesome!"

I turned to look back at her while she closed the door and saw her rubbing at her stomach, under her clothes as she closed and bolted the door after me.

I took the few steps to my apartment and opened the door just as the lift doors opened on our level. I quickly stepped in and closed my door in time to hear her parents open the door to their apartment.



Hey Mister Pt. 02



"Psst...Hey. Hey mister!"

I'd neither seen nor heard from the neighbour's daughter for four weeks, and truth be told, I was both worried and a little glad for the lack of contact. When I heard the familiar voice behind me, my heart kind of sank. It was something I'd probably been expecting ever since I went back to my apartment after our encounter.

I guess I was feeling a fair amount of guilt and anxiety over whether or not I had taken advantage of a young woman when she was feeling emotionally vulnerable, and further, over whether or not I'd gotten her pregnant. I know of course that early withdrawal is hardly a safe method of contraception, and I had no way of knowing if I'd gotten her at the wrong time of the month. Fact is, I was living in a state of anxious anticipation this past month, when I imagined the worst each time someone came knocking on the door. I was expecting an irate father, no less, so maybe this wasn't so bad. 

"Hey mister... can you come over? I need to tell you something."

OK, that statement got me. Needed to tell me something? Shit in a bag.

I turned round to look at her. She was standing at the doorway to her unit, dressed in a robe that came down to her knees... much longer than the outfit I had first seen her in. She was smiling at me, so I grinned at her warily and replied: "Sup?"

"I need to tell you something," she replied, opening the gate to her apartment. Her meaning was clear. She wanted me to enter her apartment. Oh well. No running away from this, I guess.

"Sure," I said, stepping across the corridor and removing my shoes before stepping in.

She closed the door behind me, then turned around to face me.

"Ummm... so what have you been doing?" I thought to start with light banter. "You look... different."

I wasn't being facetious too. Her complexion was ruddier, quite different from the pale vanilla color she had had when I first saw her. Idly, I wondered if her tan was really all over.

"You noticed?" she said, smiling and spinning around to show me her new tan. The hem of her robe fluttered upwards, but did not rise above mid-thigh. I wasn't sure if I should be glad or not, that she wasn't trying to do the same thing she did the first time out. "I went tanning at the pool. Do you like it?"

"I don't know," I said. "This is nice, I guess, but I already liked you the way you were."

When in doubt, try a little charm. I thought it a safe option, but what do I know about young women today? It didn't work. She began to pout.

"So you don't like me like this?" Her pout became more pronounced and she looked down the the floor between my feet. Shit. I was upsetting her again.

"Hey, what was it you wanted to tell me?" I thought to try changing the topic before she had another emotional outburst. "Tell me."

She seemed to brighten up and looked me in the eyes. "Do you remember what happened the last time you came in? What you did to me?"

Did I ever. I nodded, hoping that she wouldn't notice I was beginning to panic. Damn. I was in deep shit. Where was this going? "Yup."

"Well, you do remember how my parents came back after... you know..? And how you had to leave so quickly?"

I nodded, swallowing my anxiety and not trusting my own voice. Double damn. What were her parents going to do? Visions of an irate father banging on the door and bars on the window floated through my distracted mind, so much so I didn't hear what she said next.

"Sorry... what was that again?"

"I said, my parents aren't coming back tonight," she beamed at me. "You know what that means? You can stay here tonight. And we can... ummm... do that again."

I looked at her without replying. It took a few moments for the idea to sink in that she was NOT pregnant and I was not in trouble, with her parents or with her. Geez, all that worry over nothing.

Uh oh. The pout had returned to her face. I realized I hadn't responded as she'd hoped I would, and she would likely take it to mean I wasn't too keen on the idea of "doing that again" with her. I grinned at her, but it was too late... her eyes had returned to the spot on the floor beneath me.

"You don't like me. This way." 

"Hey, wait a minute. I didn't say that," I tried to assure her. "I just wanted you to know that you were fine just the way you were."

She looked up into my eyes as if she was trying to read my mind. "You didn't seem very keen on staying over."

"Well, that's 'cause I was wondering if I should pop back home to take a shower first. I've just finished my run. I stink." I thought that one up on the spur of the moment. Not bad, if I may say so myself.

She wrinkled her nose and giggled. "A little. But... you really don't like me tanned like this huh?"

"No. Not at all. I'm used to seeing you without that tan, so this will take some getting used to," I explained. "You don't seem the sort to go tanning. At least, I didn't think you were."

"Ummm... I'm not," she admitted, her face flushing just a little. She looked a little bit like she had just before she came. "I... thought you might like it."

Her eyes flew back down, and her right foot began making in small circles on the floor. Oh man. Did she have a crush on me? Why? Because of the sex?

"I do like it," I said. "It's still you, tanned or not." 

She looked up at me once more. "But you prefer me without..?"

"I guess I don't see the point in trying to be different from who you really are," I explained further. "You're you. You'll always be sweet."

She blushed a little harder. Yup, that really looked a lot like when she was coming.

"If you'd not tanned before, it must have hurt quite a bit," I thought to change the subject again to save her from further embarrassment.

"Yeah, it did," she replied. "It hurt so much I couldn't... you know, wear stuff..."

"You mean, like your undies?"

"Uh. Yeah," she blushed even harder.

"Both your bra and panties?" I teased and she looked away as she nodded. Her neck was flaming red, but I was enjoying the turn of conversation.

"You still look quite red. Does it still hurt?" I probed further. That would mean that under the robe, she was...

"Yeah," she replied as she turned her head slightly. Her face was still partly turned away from me, but from what I could see of her eyes, she was getting into the conversation topic too. "It hurts especially at the edges."

As she said this, she slid her right shoulder out of her robe and I saw that she wasn't lying. There were red lines marking the straps of her swimsuit, from the top of her shoulder down to the slight slope of her breast. Her nipple was still covered, but I could see from the rise and fall of her chest that she was getting excited again.

"Ouch. That looks painful," I said, stepping forward. She didn't flinch or move away, she just stood her ground even when I touched the raw area between her shoulder blade and her collarbone. "Have you put any cream on that?"

"Uh. No," she winced a little at the contact, but otherwise let me continue to caress her burnt skin.

"Poor thing. Here, let me kiss it better."

I heard her breath catch in her throat as I lowered my mouth to her shoulder and licked the area. She moved her shoulder away, but pushed her breast up towards my mouth as I continued licking down the line of reddened flesh on her chest.

"Oooooo. Nice," she cooed. "I should've... come to you for help sooner."

She had tanned in a rather demure swimsuit, because the red line that marked the scoop neck of the suit didn't go too far down between her breasts. That didn't stop me from spreading her robe further apart though, until the pale tops of her breasts were exposed. Only her nipples remained hidden, but they were visibly hard under the cloth.

I looked up at her and saw that she was looking at me, that same look of lust in her eyes that I'd seen during our earlier encounter.

"May I?" I asked politely as I picked at the edge of her robe at her left breast.

She nodded her assent. She seemed to be very intent on watching what I was doing. I brushed aside the robe, exposing her nipple. It was hard as a button. As I exposed her other teat, I heard her take in a sharp breath.

"Oops. These look really painful too," I smiled at her. "I think I should give them some tender loving care too."

Her eyes widened and she sighed as I took one nipple into my mouth, licked and sucked gently on it, then let my tongue trail over to the other nipple where I repeated the same actions. As I did so, I captured her free tit with my hand and palpated it gently, letting the nipple scrape the inside of my palm, then lightly squeezing and flicking at it with my fingers. Her chest was heaving now, and she was sighing and cooing as I moved my mouth and hand from one bobbing breast to the other.

"Ooooo... I like... you sucking... on me like that..." she said breathlessly. "Feels like... ooooh... you're drinking... from me..."

I continued suckling at and playing with her breasts for a while. Then I stopped and asked: "Are they better now? Do you have any other areas you want me to soothe?"

She gave a low moan of frustration, then seemed to realize what I was asking her.

"Oh. Oh yes," she said, taking my hand off her breast. "On my... my legs."

She pushed her right leg forward, making the browned limb stick out from the folds of her robe. I could see how the tan extended all the way up her leg to where it met her torso. A line marked her groin, a red border between her brown upper thigh and the stark white of her pubic region. Her pussy wasn't exposed by her posture - the robe still hung over her sex, obscuring it from my view - but I could see the side of her pubic mound and a bit of her pubic thatch peeking out at me. She didn't seem aware of this, though... if she was, she didn't seem too intent on keeping herself properly covered.

"Oh boy. That looks worse," I said, dropping to my knees in front of her. She flinched as if surprised by my move, but didn't move away or indicate any discomfort with what I was intending to do.

"I should do something about it," I smiled up at her and saw her draw in a quick breath before nodding. She seemed to be having trouble speaking. But her right hand plucked at the edge of her robe, drawing it further apart to show her tan reaching up to her hip... and subsequently exposing more of her pubis. Just about the right half of her pussy could be seen now, the little pink split on her groin peeking out from under the robe. Nope, she didn't seem to mind at all now that I was looking at her vulva.

I started at the top of her hip, running my tongue down the groove of her groin. As I moved nearer to her pubis, she cocked her leg, opening her thigh up for my exploration. I took my time, drawing lazy circles with my tongue on her inner thigh, tasting and smelling her excitement while listening to her ragged breathing accelerating as I approached where she wanted me to go. She had clearly been wet for some time, because her inner thigh reeked of her musk and was streaked with lubricant. As I licked at the valley between her inner thigh and the side of her vulval folds, I could feel her thighs trembling uncontrollably.

"Mmmmm... hey," I murmured to her from beneath her crotch. "You wanna lie down before you collapse or something?"

"Oh. Yes. I should," was her breathless reply. "It'll be... easier... for you to... to..."

She didn't finish her sentence before she staggered to the protruding arm of the L-shaped sofa in the living room and lay down on it. Her hands swept the bottom edges of her robe apart, fully exposing her pussy to my gaze. It was just as I remembered it - the patch of hair high on her mound, leaving the small slitted entrance to her body bare, apart from a few wispy strands of hair. The dark pink of her secret valley was a clear contrast to the snow-white of her thick labia, and as she draped her legs on either side of the seat, the lips opened slightly, as if to deliberately invite attention.

I thought I should tease her a bit more, also because I didn't think she'd had anyone perform cunnilingus on her before, so I moved to her left leg and started licking up and down the join between her thigh and torso.

"Mmmm... oooo..." she moaned in obvious delight, and perhaps with a little frustration too, because she was waving her pubis up at my face, willing me to explore her leaking privates as I continued licking at the area just beside where she wanted my tongue to go.

"Wow," I said when I finally raised my face to look at the open juncture between her thighs. "Now this... this looks like it's hurt real bad."

"What... what do you m..? Ohhh. Ummm..." she stammered as she propped herself up to see what had taken my attention. When she saw me looking intently at her uncovered pussy, she quickly lay back down again, as if she couldn't bear to see me looking at her privates. "Mmmm... I, uh... Do you mean you'll..? Oooo... that's... nasty!"

"So, is this hurting too?" I teased, ducking my head and bringing my mouth close to her leaking slit.

"I... ummm... it... it's tingling real bad," she gasped as I breathed on her bare pubis. "You... you're too... ooooh!"

She squealed as I reached forward to press lightly against the lips of her vulva, the pale, fleshy curtains parting to reveal her ruddy fragile inner folds. The soft roseate veils gaped slightly and slid apart without resistance as I used my fingertips to gently pull at them, revealing her erect clitoris and beneath, the slightly open mouth of her vagina. The entire area between her labia glistened with thick liquid, some of which spilled out when the secret valley of her sex was revealed..

"Ooooooooo..." she cooed. "It's so... oooo... I can't stand it... Oh my god... I'm so... bad..."

I looked up and saw that she was covering her eyes with her right forearm, her head turned to the side. Was she feeling embarrassed again?

"Tell you what," I whispered conspiratorially to her. "I won't look."

I didn't wait to find out if she heard me, I simply lowered my mouth to her privates and started licking at the area between her outer and inner lips. I took care not to get too close to her clitoris, knowing that direct contact was almost painful for some women, and instead, lavished my attention on the area around her vagina. Which she seemed to appreciate, from the way she was waving her hips up and down, trying to rub my face against her sodden crotch. My hands left her pubis and crawled up her sides, capturing her breasts and flicking and rubbing at her nipples while her body undulated. Her moans increased in intensity as I slid my tongue into the deeper, darker valley where her clitoris and vagina waited. She tasted a little salty and her musk filled my nose as her movements became more frantic, so I tried touching her clit, curling the tip of my tongue up to press lightly against the tiny button.

Her reaction was as dramatic as it was immediate. Her thighs clamped on my face, slapping hard on my ears as she squeaked her surprise. I let my tongue drop down and wash up against her vagina, working it lightly at her entrance as she calmed a little, then brought it up again. She jerked strongly again, and relaxed when I licked downwards once more. Each time I did so, I pushed my tongue into her a little, and she would thrust herself forward, willing and wanting me to probe deeper into her. 

When her reactions to being licked became less violent, I decided to lavish more attention to the little trembling bud. I began pressing the blade of my tongue up against it, maintaining but not increasing contact. I kept up a steady rhythm, my hands similarly tweaking and rubbing at her breasts while she voiced her increasing excitement. When I felt her thighs tightening around my head, I knew she was close to orgasm, so I released one of her tits and reached down with one hand to delve between her ass cheeks. She exclaimed her surprise, then shrieked as I scraped lightly at her clitoris with my teeth and scratched at her anus with my fingernail to bring her to completion.

The result was explosive, to say the least. She arched her back until she had lifted herself up off the sofa, the action pressing her pubis so hard up against me it felt like she was trying to push my face into her. I knew she had come when I felt her fluids spurting out of her spasming vagina, spattering on my chin and neck. She convulsed for a few moments, as if she was having a fit, before collapsing back onto the seat, her body limp with exhaustion.

Because her thighs had fallen off my ears, I could hear her panting and gasping for breath as she recovered from her orgasm. I moved to the right of her and saw how she was trying to move aside to make space for me, so I joined her on the sofa. She had pulled her right leg onto the seat, but her left remained draped over the side. The sash of her robe had come undone, the cloth had fallen open, completely revealing her nude body. She made no effort to cover up at all... instead, she slipped her arms out of the sleeves and turned to snuggle up naked against my body. I could feel her breath against my neck as she hooked her leg over my torso and buried her face in the hollow of my neck. 

After her breathing had slowed sufficiently, she tilted her head up to look at me. There were tears at the corners of her eyes.

"Oh. My. God," she exclaimed. "That was... awesome!"

"Really?" I smiled at her. "Better this time than the last?"

"No. I mean, yes. Actually no," she said as she gathered her thoughts. "I mean, it's different. Last time you were... inside. Today, you weren't."

"So which do you prefer?"

"I don't... it's different. I can't explain why..."

"Come on. Tell me. Do you prefer being licked, or..?"

"Actually," she blushed again, but less furiously than before. "I kind of prefer... you know."

"No, I don't."

"I mean, I like it when it's... inside. It's big and it hurts but when... when I... ummm..."

"Come?"

"Uh. Yeah. It's more intense."

I grinned at her. "How do you mean, intense?"

"You!" she feigned irritation, then nuzzled my neck again. "You really made me... mmmm... thank you."

I didn't reply and held her in a tight hug for a bit, which she seemed to like because she reciprocated by nibbling at my neck. Her left leg slid lower down my thigh, and we heard her private parts squelch as it came into contact with my skin.

From my neck, she murmured her question: "Do you think I'm bad?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"You know. For letting you see me. Like that. And letting you... ummm..."

"Fuck you?"

"Yeah," her voice was smaller than before, almost as if she was afraid of my answer. "Am I bad?"

I let go of her, pushing her away from me a little so I could look in her brown eyes.

"No. No, I don't think you're bad at all," I said, watching for her reaction.

Her eyes teared over a little. "But... you know... good girls don't. You know, do that."

"Hey, who says so?"

"Mother," her voice quavered a little as her eyes drifted from mine. "She would... my parents would kill me..."

"Why would they do that?"

"Because... I'm not a... I mean, I'm bad..."

"Listen," I said to her firmly, catching her by her chin so she couldn't turn away from me. "You're not bad. It doesn't matter what anyone says. You're not bad. You don't become bad just because someone says so."

She looked at me silently, a tear escaping the corner of her eye. I couldn't tell if she believed me or not, so I reached out to brush it away, then kissed the wet trail on her face.

"I... you don't know..." she stammered after a few moments.

"Then tell me," I urged gently. "I'll listen. I don't believe I'll start thinking you're bad, but I'd like to listen anyway."

"Mmmm... you wouldn't... understand," she whispered, her eyes dropping down to my chest. She didn't turn away from me though, and pushed her face into my neck again. I could feel her tears and her breasts shuddering as she sobbed silently for a bit.




Hey Mister Pt. 02



I kept my own counsel and simply held her while she clutched at me and cried.

She took a while to stop, and when she finally did, she was silent for a bit more before she spoke again.

"Thank you,"she kissed my neck.

"You know, that's twice you've thanked me, and I still don't know what for," I responded, holding her close. I didn't try to look into her eyes again because I thought I should let her decide whether or not she wanted to tell me anything.

"Thank you for... being so nice to me," she spoke from my shoulder. "You're the nicest to me."

I wanted to say I found that kind of sad, but kept quiet, caressing her back and shoulder instead.

"Thank you... for saving me," she began, then stopped as if she wasn't sure if she should continue.

After a long while, I murmured gently into her hair: "How... did I do that?"

"Because... you know, when I asked you for help the other day? I was planning something. Something I thought I had to do."

"You had to do?" I urged her softly. "What did you have to do?"

She kept quiet for another long while, then replied in an almost inaudible whisper: "I was going to kill myself."

I suppose the revelation should have provoked an immediate reaction, but perhaps the tone of our conversation had mellowed me to the extent that I didn't react at all. I hugged her tighter, pressing her body up hard against mine, and didn't say anything. I waited for her to be ready to explain herself.

She didn't speak further, so I spoke up: "Well, I'm glad you didn't."

"Why not?"

"Because... well, it would have been such a waste."

She was quiet again, then she propped herself up on me and looked into my eyes. "What do you mean?" she inquired. Her eyes were still red and her face streaked with tears, but her eyes were intensely focused.

"I mean, you're such a sweet and pretty young thing. It would be such a waste if you had."

"You don't know," she began, then clammed up once more.

"Tell me what I don't know, then," I stroked her hair, pushing a few strands away from her face. "I really want to know."

"I... don't know," she said, her eyes reflecting her confusion. "If I should..."

I smiled gently at her, stroking the line of her jaw. "It's alright if you don't want to tell me, you know. You don't have to."

She dropped her head to my chest for a bit, then seemed to make up her mind. She didn't raise her head again, and spoke to me from the hollow of my neck.

"I was... having a hard time in school," she began, her voice a little shaky. "There's this group. You know, the popular girls?"

I nodded. This sounded like a familiar story. The outsider trying to be part of the popular girls. Popular mean girls.

"Well, they... ummm... you know, I never did have any intention of being one of them. I'm not exactly pretty, you know."

I touched her lips with my finger. "Hey, I don't agree with that," I said and she smiled gratefully at me.

"You're the only one who thinks that. Anyway, they... one of them's real pretty. And she's popular with the boys. She... well, she took a photo one day. In the changing room. I was changing and she... anyway, she sort of showed it to one of the guys."

Uh oh. I think I knew where this was heading.

"And he... you know, he waited for me after school. He said he had, you know, the photo. And he was going to show it to all the guys if I... If I didn't go with him."

I didn't say anything, although I began to feel a little angry. What an asshole.

"I... what could I do, right? I went with him. To one of the sheds in the field. You know, on campus. He... he made me... take off my clothes for him..."

"He sounds like a real creep," I opined, then regretted the utterance. I didn't want to interrupt her account.

"He... well, he's one of the cute guys in school, you know," she continued as if she hadn't heard me. "Lots of girls like him."

She sounded embarrassed and I thought she might have been one of those girls who fancied the little twerp.

"Anyway, the shed, you know... it's not locked or anything and... and the girl... the one who took the picture... she came in and... and started, you know, screaming."

"I was kind of, you know, naked and she... she was yelling so loud I thought everyone would hear. He was her boyfriend, you see... and she knew... I mean, the shed was his favorite place and all that, so she..."

She stopped for a few moments, and i wondered if I should respond. Good thing I didn't, because she didn't need further prompting to continue her story.

"Anyway, she sort of like accused me of seducing him. And he... you know, he said to her... 'I couldn't ever like an ugly duckling.' He was talking about me, of course. And he... he said some nasty things. About my boobs. My body. About how I wouldn't be interesting to anyone but a blind man."

I hugged her tightly again, and let her continue.

"So... anyway, they... she made me... pose for... you know. More pictures. And she said... she said she would show them to everyone if I didn't... you know, didn't do stuff for her. Like her homework. And give her money. And he... he was laughing all the time. At me. And telling me how he would sell me to the janitor if I... if I didn't do what she said."

I shook my head. How vicious the young people were today!

"That's why I... thought I should, you know, kill myself. I mean... I couldn't go to anyone, right? Who would... how could I face anyone after... you know? I was getting ready when I thought... I haven't, you know, done it. Ever. And I thought I should... you know, at least find out what it's like before I... before I..."

I kept stroking her hair, holding her face close to my neck.

"Anyway, that's how you... why I asked you. To help me. I had everything ready and then I thought I should... do it with someone first. When I saw you come home, I thought I should ask for your help and then... and..."

"You weren't afraid I might rape you if I saw you naked?" I asked her gently.

"It didn't matter if you did. Anyway, you didn't! You were... I thought you weren't even interested."

"Oh yes, I was. Remember?"

"OK, yeah, you were."

I kissed the top of her head. "I'm glad it was me and not some other guy you asked for help, though."

"Me too," she responded, lifting her head to smile at me. "It... you were very nice. You are very nice. I thought... you know, afterwards, I could do it... kill myself, but I... you know, when we were... doing..."

"Fucking," I corrected her again.

"When we were fucking," she smiled at me. "There was this point... I mean, I thought I was dying while we were f... and then there was... it was spectacular, you know? Like fireworks in my body, going off in different places at the same time. Especially... down there... I couldn't believe there could be such a feeling."

"And when I felt your stuff come out... your thing was jerking and... and it was like, spitting hot liquid on me. On my tummy. It felt weird, you know. Weird but good. And I... I'm bad aren't I? I'm a slut just like she said."

"No, no," I assured her. "You didn't know what it was like. And there's nothing bad about liking sex. It doesn't make you a bad girl."

"Anyway, we took so long there was no time before my parents came back, you know? So I couldn't do it. Kill myself, I mean."

She paused and nuzzled at my neck some more, before continuing: "The other thing was... I kind of like, you know, after we did... fucked, I mean, I couldn't stop thinking about it. About how it felt. And so, I didn't. I couldn't because... I wanted it again. I wanted to feel the fireworks inside me. So I had to wait. You know, until my parents went out of town. So I can ask you to come over. So we can... you know. Does that make me a slut?"

Her last question came out in a rush, as if she was unsure of my likely response. She raised her head slightly to look at me.

I smiled at her. "I know. And no, it doesn't make you a bad girl or a slut. It makes you normal. Normal women have desires, just like you."

She smiled at me. "You're so sweet."

"I'm not just saying that, you know."

"I know." She lay back down on me, seeming to be content to listen to my breathing.

After a few moments passed, I spoke up once more.

"Are you doing that bitch's homework for her?"

She nodded against my chest.

"And giving her money?"

Another nod.

"You know, you really ought to do something about that bitch and her asshole boyfriend."

She lifted her head and looked at me. "What? What should I..?"

"You should go talk to her. Tell her that what she did is against the law. And that if she persists, you'll report her to the police."

"What? No, I couldn't."

"You should. Or there'll be no end to this. Tell her that she and her loser boyfriend will get arrested and charged for distributing pornographic materials, for criminal intimidation, and a whole lot of other stuff. Tell her you've spoken to a friend who's a lawyer, and he's advised you to file criminal charges. So if she doesn't want to end up in jail and blow her own future out of the water, she'd better get rid of all the photos she's taken of you. Ditto her boyfriend."

"Wait. Are you a lawyer?"

"No," I laughed at the suggestion. "But I've had enough dealings with lawyers to know how to strong arm someone."

"Will it work?"

"Yeah. She's probably clueless about the law anyway. Here's the clincher: Tell her that if any photo of yourself is ever found, you'll file the charges and sue her ass so fast she won't even know what hit her. Tell her to tell her stupid loser boyfriend that if they ever harass you again, or if anyone else ever tries to harass you because of those photos, they'll pay for it with jail time. Their respective futures will end right there and then."

"Ummm... really? You think they'll believe that?"

"Yeah. Hearing your story makes me so angry I feel like going over and doing the same thing to those two idiots. But the best way to get your life back is to make sure they'll never use those photos again."

She giggled. "You're cute when you're angry."

"I'm even cuter when I'm horny."

"Oooo. Naughty," she laughed, smacking my chest with one hand while the other descended to the bulge in my shorts. "Ummm... can I... look at it?"

I nodded, grinning at her, and she quickly sneaked her hand into the leg of my shorts and removed my cock from its cloth prison.

"Oooo... it's so... I don't remember it being so big," she cooed as she turned her attention to my erection. "I... how did it fit..? Oh my god."

I laughed. "I'm sorry if it scares you," I said, but she didn't respond to my words. Instead, she ran her fingers down the stem and dug out my balls, then giggled.

"These are big too," she declared. "God, I can't... oooo... remembering it is making me all... squishy inside."

"Really?" I replied. "I should check that out."

"Later," she said, her other hand joining the first one in exploring my prick. "Oooo... it... it's leaking."

"That's 'cause of you," I told her.

"Oh? I... ummm..." she seemed distracted by the sensation of my lubricant on her fingers and I watched as she sniffed, then licked at her fingers.

"Mmmm..." her nose wrinkled as she tasted the clear liquid.

"You don't like it?" I grinned at her.

She responded by darting her face down to my groin, attaching her mouth to the tip of my cock and jabbing her tongue at the little slit at the top. Then she raised her face to look at me.

"Hey, you don't have to if you don't like it," I said as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "That's optional."

She stuck her tongue out to rub it against her lips a few times, then said: "I thought... you know, fair's fair. I mean, you licked me... down there, so I should... do the same."

I smiled at her. "The difference is I enjoying drinking your juices. I like the smell and taste of you."

She grinned back. "I guess... it's not that bad. It just... tastes weird. It feels and tastes like nothing I know. But... there's your smell. That's nice."

"Ouch," I said. "I really better go get showered so I'm not so stinky."

"Hey, no. I don't mean that," she said, her eyes wide with worry. "I mean, you're not. I don't mind at all."

"But I do," I replied. "I'm not used to smelling like this. Give me an hour or so. I'll be back."

"Wait. You're leaving?"

"Yeah. But only to take a shower and do some stuff. I'll be right back."

"Why can't you shower here?"

"Because... all my stuff is in my apartment. Besides, you don't want me smelling like you, do you?"

"I don't want you to go," she pouted. "Please stay. Please."

"Hey, listen," I said firmly to her. "I WILL be back. You can count on it. Just give me one hour. OK?"

"I... what if..?"

"No what ifs about it," I told her. "You have to trust me. I like the idea of staying over with you. And... as you can see... I'm not quite done yet," I gestured at my groin and she giggled, then looked anxiously at me.

"One hour?" she enquired plaintively.

"One hour," I confirmed.

Of course, I took less than that time to get showered, but I also took the time to make a phone call. I found myself pressing on the doorbell at her apartment just 45 minutes later.

She opened the door as if she were right beside it, and when I walked in, I realized that she hadn't gotten dressed or cleaned up at all. She was waiting for me in the apartment as naked as she had been when I left her. Her inner thighs were still streaked with her lubricant. The faint smell of her fluids still hung in the air, especially around the sofa.

"Wow. Nice outfit," I leered at her.

"Wore it specially for you," she replied, flinging her arms around my neck as soon as the door was closed behind me. She kissed me hard on the lips and I could feel the goosebumps on her skin.

"You shouldn't have... you'll catch a cold," I said, holding her close to keep her warm. "Here, put this on."

I shrugged off my t-shirt and slipped it over her head just as the doorbell rang.

"Why? Don't you like... who's that?" she sounded very nervous, so I put my finger on her lips to shush her and explained that I'd ordered some pizza for dinner.

I opened the door, collected the food and paid the delivery girl, and shut the door once more.

When I turned around, I saw her sitting on the sofa, her face a mix of emotions.

"I thought... I didn't think... you'd come back," she stood up as I approached. "I..."

"What, and miss this?" I said as I put the food down and reached round to cup her buttocks under the shirt. "Not a chance!"

She giggled then, the relief evident in her face. "Thank you," she said, kissing me again. "You're the best thing that's happened to me."

"Let's eat," I responded. "You must be hungry."

"Oh yes. I get hungry after... after..."

"Coming. You have to start using the proper terms, girl."

"OK. After coming. Let's eat."

As we ate, she told me about her life as a junior at the local university, her interests and even a little bit about her family. Her dad was out of town a lot, her mom busy with work and volunteering at the local shelter. As our dinner wound down, I thought to ask her for her name.

"Oh. I'm S..." she began, then paused. "You know... maybe it's better we don't know each other's names."

"Huh? But why?" I was a little perplexed.

"Because... you know... we didn't... start off with introductions anyway. And... it's fine now, isn't it? I can still call you mister..."

"But, I'd really like to know..."

"It's better this way, I think," she interjected. "We don't know each other's names, so... there's no complications. You know, in case..."

"What complications do you..?" I was surprised by her insistence. This wasn't quite like the nervous girl who was so insecure she didn't even think I would come back.

"Doesn't matter," she responded. "I... I can always call you mister."

"Ummm," I was doubtful. "I don't know..."

"Please?" she pleaded, showing me her puppy dog eyes.

"OK, OK," I thought I shouldn't belabor the point. If she wasn't comfortable telling me her name, I suppose I shouldn't press her.

"You wanna watch some TV?" she changed the subject as she started clearing up the dining table.

I got up and helped her throw out the pizza boxes while she washed the cutlery and glasses. When we were done, we adjourned to the same sofa I had licked her out on, where we watched TV for a bit.

We started kissing when she turned to me after watching a lovemaking scene and whispered: "Hey, mister..."

It didn't take us too long to make our way to her bed, where something fell onto the floor when I pushed the covers aside. The long plastic object felt a little slimy.

"Hey..." I began. I recognized it immediately.

She blushed furiously, then bent down to pick up the dildo and place it on the bedside table. It was one of those small, bean-shaped toys with a thin flexible stem linked to a wedge-shaped base.

"I... ummm... I kinda missed it... you know, and thought I could... mmmm... I bought that to, you know..."

"Play with?" I grinned at her.

"Uh. Yeah," she looked at me squarely in the eye, in spite of her embarrassment. "Do you think I'm..?"

"Nah, I don't think you're bad," I smiled, anticipating her question. "In fact, I think you're sexy and cute and everything else but."

"You... you're such a slick tongued..." she began.

"You want me to make it slick again?"

"No! Not now. Now, I want..." her eyes were clouded with lust. "Mmmm... your..."

"Cock? Sure!" I grinned as I pushed her down onto her bed and pushed down my shorts. Her legs flew apart immediately, opening her body up for penetration.

"Oooo... It... It's still biggggg!" she squealed as I slipped into her without hesitation. "Aaaauuuwww godddd! Fuckkkk!"

Her nether regions were still wet and slippery, her insides easily accommodating my throbbing erection in spite of her exclamations. It felt like I was sinking into thick, heated butter, soft and silky yet narrow enough that I could feel her sheath around my cock. She was ready for it alright - in spite of her exclamations about my size, her vagina offered no resistance, but kept a tight ring that passed down my stem as I probed deeper into her. Her legs reached round and wrapped themselves around my waist as I sank in right to the hilt, as if she wanted to pull me right into her. 

For a few moments, I remained still to let her get used to the sensation of my cock fully impaling her. Then, I pulled it out as far as she would let me - which wasn't very far, to be honest - before pushing it back into her again. Her insides squelched loudly as I moved within her, the wet noises clearly audible above her moaning.

"Ohhh fuck... oh fuckkk!" she moaned as I kept a steady rhythm within, and she responded by pushing her hips upwards with my inwards thrusts, trying her best to swallow my cock as deeply into her as she could. "Ohh goddd! That...s so... oooooh... I'm tingling... all over... oooo..."

I don't know how many mini-peaks she had had before she suddenly stopped moving her hips and looked me right in my eyes while I continued pumping into her.

"I want... you to... come... your stuff... inside... me!" she demanded as I smiled down at her.

"Hey... aren't you... worried?" I responded, not letting up on my rhythm. "About getting... pregnant..?"

"I'm... not! Silly!" she grunted as she gripped at the sheets on the bed. Clearly, she was having some trouble holding her body back from the responses it wanted to give. "I'm... safe. I want... you to... your stuff... I want... to... feel it... inside! Meeeeee!"

I felt her vagina wrench as she hit her first big climax. It felt as if a fist had suddenly gripped at my cock, and it took all my willpower to stop myself from responding in kind. I tried hard to keep myself from speeding up, and I think she might have noticed this. I don't know how - she was screaming blue murder at the time - but she must have known somehow that I was holding back, because her hands had moved from my chest to my butt. At the time, I'd thought she was getting so much into it that she was trying to pull me deeper into her, but I found out moments later that she'd had other ideas.




Hey Mister Pt. 02



Just one other idea, actually. As I sped up and felt the tingling rise from my balls, I prepared to pull myself out of her, only to feel something cool and hard press up against my asshole. It was inside me before I could even wonder about it, and the vibrations I felt against my rectal walls made me lose control. I felt an irresistible surge rise up from my balls, rushing through my cock and bursting out in long, hot gushes while I was was still embedded deep inside her.

Her reaction was almost immediate. "Oh my god. It... You're... oooooh!" she squealed as her vagina gripped at my cock once more, far more strongly than it had before. "I... I'm... cominggggg!"

I couldn't move at all, so strongly was my prick being held within her spasming sheath. It felt like my erection was encased in a pulsing, wet stone wall. All I could do... all that I was, was a throbbing, spurting tool whose only purpose was to spew the entire contents of my testicles into her shuddering body. My movements were limited to following the movements of her hips, which were bucking and rolling, her back arching so high off the bed while her pubic bone ground roughly against mine.

I'm not sure, but I think I sort of blacked out a bit. At least, I don't seem to have a memory of when or how I stopped ejaculating into her vagina, nor when it was her insides turned back into melted butter. I found myself lying on top of her, my cockhead still embedded between her nether lips, and feeling her breasts moving gently against my chest. She was breathing softly, like she was sleeping, and for a few moments, I thought she had fainted, but then she stirred and pushed gently at my upper arms.

I slumped to the bed beside her, still breathing hard from my exertions. Her privates squelched noisily as my flaccid cock slipped out of her, spilling copious amounts of our combined fluids onto the bed.

"Oh god," she gasped when she finally spoke. "I... that was... incredible! I didn't know... that was way better than... than the last..."

I nodded dumbly, unable to reply. She was right. It was incredible. And my pubis was sore. Man, she really rode me hard.

"Are you OK?" she grinned at me. "You look absolutely wasted."

"Yeah," I responded after licking my lips to lubricate my dry mouth. "I am. You absolutely wasted me."

She grinned up at me. "Did you like that? What I did?"

"Where did you get that idea? Naughty girl!"I smiled so she knew I wasn't serious about scolding her.

"I read a lot," she said proudly. "There's this thing inside you called a prostate..."

"Yeah, I know," I said. "It's a man's 'magic button'. But hey, you could've told me you were going to..."

"And spoil the surprise?" she smirked mischievously. "I wanted you, you know, to come. Inside. I wanted to know what it feels like to have your stuff come out inside me. And it felt... oh, it was heavenly. I felt you grow bigger and then... it was like so much. And hot too."

"Still, a warning would've..."

"Aww... you're not upset with me, are you?" she began to look upset.

"No, no... it's just... well, that's not something a lot of guys are into, you know? Having something shoved in their butt?"

"I'm sorry," she pouted a little. "I'll ask you properly the next time."

"Next time, it'll be your turn," I growled at her, trying and failing to be fierce. I started laughing instead. "Only... I won't be needing your little toy to do that to your butt."

"Oooh. Promises, promises," she grinned. "Make sure you keep them."

"You bet," I responded. "That's one I intend to keep."

"So... do you think am I bad?" her smile widened even more, so I knew she wasn't asking me to assure her.

"Way bad," I said. "I've never been so wasted before."

"Flatterer!" she giggled, throwing her leg over my hip and moving herself so she lay half on top of me. I felt some liquid spill onto my upper thigh. "I'm glad you liked it though."

"Liked it? That's an understatement if I ever heard one."

She giggled some more, and snuggled her face into the nape of my neck. That's about all I remember about what happened during the night. The next thing I know, I felt a hand on my cock, gently pulling at my morning erection. My little buddy was none the worse for wear, and most certainly raring to go.

I can't say I was immediately aware of what was happening because I was still half-asleep, but I was certainly enjoying the attention being lavished on my cock. Then I felt my erection being engulfed in a hot, wet and tight sheath and cracked open an eye to see her on top of me, slowly sliding herself down on my prick. The early morning sun was shining behind her, giving her a slightly ethereal look, and for a few moments, I thought I was still dreaming.

Her eyes had been shut while she impaled herself on my cock. When her pubis pressed against mine, she opened them and realized that I was awake. She gave a slow, slightly embarrassed smile.

"Oh. I didn't know you were... did I wake you?" she queried while she rotated her hips gently, moving my cock slowly within her body. When she lifted her hips a little I could see her labia pouting slightly, the lower edges pulled out by my cock stem. "Sorry. I, uh, couldn't help myself..."

"It's alright," I smiled at her. "It's a really nice way to wake up."

"Oh, but this is just starting," she said as she increased her tempo and pressure on my pubis. She was taking her time, letting her body dictate the rhythm and I had no reasons to object. It felt like my cock was being used as a stirrer, agitating her soft liquid depths as she tried different ways of moving. It took her a while to settle on a rhythm and movement that she preferred, but that didn't stop her from vocalizing her increasing arousal. It was a damned erotic audio and visual treat for me, I tell you.

As she began to move rapidly towards her climax, she suddenly slowed and looked intently at me. "I want you to come. Inside me. Don't hold back."

"Yes, ma'am!" I said. Given our relative positions, it was practically impossible for me to pull out of her without her consent anyway, and I didn't think I would be able to hold back if she continued to ride me like she was doing.

"It's... about time," she continued as she picked up speed again. "My period. Should be. Due next. Week!"

I suppose she was trying to assure me that I wouldn't be putting a bun in her oven if I came into her. I smiled and put my hands on her hips but didn't try to dictate her movements. I let her take charge, and ran my hands up her sides to her shoulders and back down again. I didn't reach for her tits immediately, but took my time to explore as much of her body as our relative positions would allow. She seemed to appreciate this and tossed her head about, groaning even more loudly. She pulled my hands to her breasts as she neared her climax, pressing my palms up against her stiff nipples.

I started pulling at them gently when I felt her tempo increase, her squishing sex humping up and down on mine frantically as her climax neared. I flicked at her hardened nipples, worrying them into tiny knots on her heaving breasts as she began to squeak her excitement. I didn't try to drive upwards and simply lay there, willing to be her sex toy as she satisfied herself.

She shuddered violently as she suddenly came, her eyes screwed shut as she announced her orgasm with a gasping squeal. Then she collapsed onto me, her face buried into my neck once more as the climax lessened. I felt her vagina tighten like a vise, then shiver continuously as her peak passed.

"Oh god. You're still... you didn't come!" she exclaimed from my neck as she finally recovered her breath. "You! Why didn't you..?"

"I'm used be being in the driver's seat, my dear," I explained as I breathed in the fragrance of her hair. It was a heady bouquet of her shampoo along with a slight tinge of her body fragrance. I flexed my cock within her, making her gasp.

"You're... oooh. It's... that's nice. Ooooh," she cooed as her nether regions were stirred by the movements of my erection. "You'll kill me, you know."

"Oh? How?"

"Every... time I... come, it feels like... I'm dying. It's worse... no, better, when... when I'm coming harder..."

"Is that a complaint?"

"No! Of course not!" she sounded indignant. "I, ummm, couldn't forget, you know. I wanted to... to fuck, again. So I could... feel like that again..."

"Well, if you ever have any thoughts of wanting to die, you should come look for me," I said gently. I didn't mean anything salacious by that, to be honest... I really wanted to make sure she didn't continue to harbor any thoughts of suicide.

"Oh... only when I wanna kill myself?" she picked her head up and looked at me, mischief in her eyes. "Not any other time?"

"Oh? What other times would you be looking for me for, then?" I decided to pick up the banter.

"Oooh. You're so... naughty!" she giggled. "You KNOW when I'll be looking for you. When I want this!"

With that, she moved her hips slightly, her pussy suddenly gripping at the stem of my cock to make her intentions clear.

"OK, OK, I'll come around to help you, ummm, satisfy any sudden urges you have," I grinned at her.

She had begun moving her hips slowly again, although her position, with her body pressed up against mine, made the movements slight.

"You'd better," she said firmly as she lowered her head down to my chest again. "Else I'll... I'll... god, I don't know what I'll do..."

"Hey, believe me, I like this as much as you do," I assured her, stroking her hair with my left hand. "More, actually."

"Well, you'd better show it, then," she murmured, her movements becoming stronger. Her pussy was squelching a little more loudly. "I want to feel you come... inside me!"

"As you wish, my lady."

"But you'll have to do all the work now," she sighed. "I'm too... wasted now."

"OK, let's get you back on the bed, then."

She moaned in disappointment as I withdrew from her pussy to move her so she was lying on her back on the bed. She lay with her legs splayed, her vulva gaping as I hovered above her, teasing her to increase her anticipation. My cock, already shiny with her fluids, dipped lightly into the soft folds, threatening but remaining outside of her vagina.

"Fuck. Me!" she growled as she thrust her hips upwards, capturing my erection with her greedy cunt. It swallowed me with ease, the soft walls sliding apart to admit my cock. "Stop teasing me. I'm... I can't take any... more!"

I grinned down at her as I began to plow her depths, setting up an easy rhythm that was quite different from the frantic one the night before. Truth was, I wasn't sure I had any more "stuff" to shoot into her, so I thought I should take it easy, and the net effect was that she had had a number of climaxes before I finally felt the familiar tingling beginning the the base of my cock.

"I... uh... I'm... coming!" I announced as I sped up a little.

"Oh. Oh. G... good! Come! In... meeee!" she squealed as she felt me begin spurting inside her. "Fuckkkk!!"

I don't think I managed to bring up as much spunk as I'd had the night before, but apparently, the sensation of my semen rushing into her vagina was enough to spark yet another massive orgasm for her. I didn't black out this time, but I did close my eyes and let the sensation of my semen bursting into her quivering sheath take over me.

When we were done, I collapsed onto the bed next to her. She had really worn me out, but I wasn't one to just roll over and go to sleep. I reached around her to hug her and stroke her hair, and she responded by pushing her face into my neck - it seemed to be her favorite spot now.

After we'd stopped gasping for breath, I wondered what we should do for breakfast.

"Oh shit!" she exclaimed, sitting upright. "I forgot!"

Fuck. Were her parents due back early? Did I have to rush out again? I reached for my shorts, only to be stopped by her hands.

"Where do you think you're going?" she demanded.

"I... uh, thought your parents..."

"No, silly," she grinned. "I forgot about breakfast. Stay right here!"

With that, she got up and ran out of the room, giving me a good view of her luscious buttocks flexing... as well as the trails of wet and dry fluid coating the insides of her thighs.

"Awww no!" I heard her wail in the kitchen, and sat up, preparing to go see what had happened. She reappeared before I could get out of bed however, a frying pan in her hands. It looked like she had been cooking bacon, but the strips were pretty much overdone. She was still naked, of course, and the way she looked, holding that pan in front of her, was really quite endearing. The expression on her face was of disappointment, though, so I decided to assure her that I wasn't upset about it at all.

"But... I wanted you to have a nice breakfast!" she wailed, looking stricken.

"I will," I said firmly to her. "Let's work on it together."

She brightened up at my suggestion, then squealed as I lightly pinched her bottom when I reached her at the door to the room.

We had a pretty decent breakfast that morning, and spent a bit of time cleaning up before I headed out. We made sure we left enough time so we could snuggle a bit more and we didn't have to rush to beat her parents coming home.



Hey Mister Pt. 03



"Hey... mister?" 

I looked up from tying my shoelaces when I heard the familiar voice. It was someone I'd been expecting to hear from for a few weeks now, after all.

You know how it is that you never notice someone until you get to know them, and suddenly, you keep seeing them? Yeah, well, that's pretty much what happened in the weeks after my second 'episode' with the neighbor's daughter. 

Damn, I really should have gotten her name... it sounds weird referring to her like that, but what could I do? She had flat out refused to tell me and I didn't think I should force her. She'd probably tell me in good time.

Anyway, the week after we'd done the deed in her apartment, I bumped into her on campus - I was there on business and had just finished my meeting with the librarian when I just about walked into her. The recognition on our faces was instantaneous, and strangely, there was no awkwardness. After exchanging a few pleasantries we chatted a bit and I gently reminded her of our scheme to rid her of the erstwhile bullies who were tormenting her. I could tell she was pleased I remembered, and then realized that she looked markedly different from the first time I'd seen her at the door to her apartment. She was much more vivacious and confident now, and for that, I was glad... I'd spent a few days after our last tryst trying to figure out if she was really going to do herself in.

A couple of weeks later, I walked out of my apartment just in time to see her getting into the elevator. I couldn't see who she was with, but I knew she'd seen me because she flipped up the back of her skirt and showed me her panties before stepping into the elevator.

Now, I suppose that could have been wishful thinking on my part, except that she did it again the next time I saw her. This time, I'd stepped out of the elevator while she was getting into her apartment. I think her parents might have gone in before her because I saw her turn to look at me and heard her say something to someone in the apartment, before she bent down, pulling down her pants and flashed her bare ass at me. No kidding, she did it right there, at the door to her apartment, and I could see it as clear as I can see my hand before my face... that round, luscious backside peeking at me between the hem of her blouse and the waist of her tights. Then she quickly pulled it up and was inside the apartment, the door closing just as I reached the door to my flat. I shook my head and grinned at the door. The little imp!

That was why I was quite surprised to hear how flat her voice sounded when she called out to me as I was leaving my apartment. It had been some 4 weeks since I'd last spoken to her at the university, and about 2 weeks since I saw her bare ass. She had seemed quite chipper then, so this change in tone was really quite confounding. I looked across the corridor at the face peeking around the door jamb of the apartment opposite, and saw that she really did look quite miserable. What had happened? Had the little scheme I'd suggested to her backfired?

"Sup?" I said brightly to her, trying to hide my concern. "You OK?"

"No," her lips were turned down, her forehead crinkled with a little frown. She was sans make-up or glasses, and In spite of her unhappiness, she DID look quite cute. "I'm not."

"You wanna talk?"

"Uh. Sure," she said, swinging the door open to invite me in. I took the action to mean that her parents weren't in town, which she confirmed seconds later when she closed the door: "My parents are away this weekend."

"OK, that's not a bad thing, right?"

"Ummm... no, I guess not. Except..."

"'Cept what?"

"Ummm... my... uh, my period's here..."

"Oh? Is it that bad? I can get you some..."

"No, no. Not that," she shook her head. "It's just... you know... they're away and... and we can't do it..."

Oh. So she was upset because we couldn't fuck. I smiled at her eagerness and changed the subject: "So tell me, did you try that thing I suggested with that bitch and her creep of a boyfriend?"

The change in topic did seem to distract her from her unhappiness for a bit.

"Oh yeah," she smiled. "That worked a treat! She's now extra nice to me, and he's staying far away from me."

"That's good," I smiled. Much of what the young people think they know is gleaned from the Internet and TV... not a lot of youngsters actually read today. That was what I was certain could be counted upon for my 'ruse' to work. "I'm glad."

"But I'm not," she began pouting again. "Because..."

"I know," I grinned. "I'm flattered, actually. But since you're alone in this apartment this weekend, why don't I stay over with you? Do you have any plans?"

"Huh?"

"You know, plans to have your friends over, stuff like that..."

"Uh. No. You mean you'd... you wanna stay over..?"

"Sure, why not?"

"But... we can't.. do it. You know. Because of my period."

"So what? We could always do other stuff. Like talk, watch cable. You know, stuff."

"Really? You wanna do that?" she looked at me with disbelief in her eyes.

"Yeah," I grinned at her. "I was going out for dinner but what the heck... why don't we go grab something to eat together?"

"OK," she beamed. "I thought..."

"... that I'd only be interested in sex? And nothing else?" I gave a mock pout. "You really know how to insult a guy!"

"I'm sorry... that's what I read..." she began, then she saw through my ploy and giggled. "You're terrible, you know?"

"In a nice way," I said confidently. "Shall we go out as we are, or do you need to get dressed?"

"Give me five," she said and bounced into her room. The door remained open as she changed, then she came out in a cute little top paired with a long skirt. Her belly peeked out from under the hem of the top, but otherwise, she was covered up quite nicely. 

"Nice," I complimented her. "Anyone ever tell you that?"

"No," she grinned with pleasure. "No one's ever said that about me or anything I wear."

"Oh dear... you've got to stop going out with blind guys!"

"Haha," she responded. "But thanks for the compliment."

We went out for dinner, to a place that was rather farther away from our apartment block. Just in case, you know, any of the other neighbors notice. Not that anyone would go running to tell her parents, of course, but... we thought it better to keep ourselves safe from questioning eyes.

It was pretty late by the time we were done with the meal and chatting, and made our way back to the block. We didn't come across anybody in the lobby, but took the elevator up to our floor separately just in case. She was waiting for me when the elevator doors opened, and kissed me full on the mouth when the doors closed behind me.

"Mmmmm," she murmured when we broke our kiss and started walking to her apartment. "I've missed that."

"Me too," I opined. "But we'd better get inside before the neighbors start talking."

She giggled, then asked: "So... are you gonna take an hour to get back to me?"

"Hell, no. I'll just go grab my toothbrush and pajamas and..."

"No need for that. I've got spares. Just for you." She turned away from me to open the door to her apartment, so I couldn't see the look on her face, but she sounded a little anxious to me.

She turned back to face me as the door swung open.

"Do you think I'm too forward? I know guys like to do the chasing but I thought..."

"No, I don't think you are," I kissed her on her forehead to assure her. "What did you think?"

"I thought... you know, when my parents are away, I could... you could come over... you know, and it would be nice, you know..."

"It is nice," I assured her as we stepped into her apartment and closed the door. "I'm flattered. Again."

"You don't think I'm..?"

"No, I don't," I said firmly, drawing her into a hug. "I just think you are a nice girl. And I think you need to know that. You need to believe that."

She nuzzled my neck and murmured her thanks before going to the fridge to grab us a couple of beers.

We spent the rest of the night watching cable TV, and made our way to her bed when she began snoring lightly against my chest.

We didn't do anything that night, so I thought I was still dreaming when I felt a hot, wet sheath encasing my engorged cock. It was moving up and down ever so slightly, and for a few moments, I thought I was five weeks back, reliving our early morning fuck. Then I realized I could feel teeth scraping against my skin and cracked open an eye.

It was early morning, and she wasn't on top of me like she had been the last time. No, what I saw was her hair on my pubis, her head bobbing slightly up and down while she tried to give me a blowjob.

"Hey, what're you doing?" I said as she tired, her movements slowing.

She looked up at me, her mouth still on my cock. "Mmmph..."

I reached down and cupped her chin, pulling her off my erection. Her mouth released me with a loud slurp, and she gave me a lascivious grin.

"Mmmm... I thought you didn't like the taste?"I enquired as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, breaking the thin string of fluid that linked my throbbing cock to her lips.

'I... ummm... I thought, you know, I sh... I mean, I read that guys like..." she stammered, looking slightly embarrassed.

"What I'd really like is for you to lie here next to me," I said, pulling at her upper arms and hauling her upwards to lie on top of me.

She shook her head and I saw the slight flush on her face as I drew her nearer to me.

"I... I really want it," she explained. "When I woke up this morning and saw your... your cock... I felt... I mean, I was tingling, like last time. And I wanted to... you know..."

"Oh, why didn't you say so?"

"But... I'm having my period..."

"OK, so it'll be messy. You have any towels you don't want anymore?"

"Eeeew," she made a face. "No, I couldn't..."

"Well, why'd you start the engine if you weren't gonna drive anywhere?"

"What do y..? Oh. No, I just thought... you know, at least one of us can enjoy..."

"You know what I'd enjoy most? I'd enjoy hearing you scream again like you did the last time."

Her face colored even more deeply when I mentioned our last session. Clearly, she had no trouble remembering that.

"But... but you won't... I mean, you can't..."

"Shush," I cut in. "I don't have to. I enjoy your company, so YOU don't have to do anything you don't want to. Or don't like."

"Are you sure..? I mean, I heard the girls say that guys really like..."

"I don't dislike it," I admitted. "But I really prefer it when we can enjoy it together."

"You really are a nice man, you know," she smiled and hugged me. "I can't believe anyone would wanna give you up."

Well, I know at least one person who'd disagree with that. I told her about my divorce and how my ex took me to the cleaners. How it had taken me years to get out of my funk and how I'd had so many women pass judgment on me just because I was divorced - they always thought I was completely at fault even though they hadn't even taken the time to know me yet. Yeah, I know... pretty common story.

"Sad thing is, I know now I wasn't ready to be married, you know?" I ended off my story as she hugged me tight. "I think we were both too young, too immature and much too ignorant about love to even begin being married."

She sighed and kept quiet for a bit, then murmured something.

"What?"

"I said, I'm sorry it happened that way... but I'm glad it did too, because if none of that happened, I wouldn't be here today." Her voice was soft and small. "I... I'm sorry..."

"I'm not," I replied into her hair. "I'm glad too. Because you shouldn't be thinking about dying now. You should be happy to be alive. To have your whole life ahead of you."

She lifted her head and I saw the tears in her eyes.

"I have that only because you came along," she said, smiling. "You're my guardian angel."

"I've been called lots of things, but never a guardian angel," I responded, pulling her up further. Her breasts were now at the level of my mouth.

"Ooooo... fuck, that's... ohhh..." she moaned as I drew one nipple into my mouth and began suckling gently at it. It tightened into a hard knot, in tandem with her other nipple, which I'd started rubbing with my fingers. She began humping my leg, and although I could feel her pad pressing on my thigh, I knew she was enjoying the sensation. 

I sucked on and played with her breasts and nipples until she came... apparently unexpectedly.

"Oh. Oh. OHHH!" she yelped, then collapsed onto me, panting heavily. "Oh god..."

I kept silent and hugged her until she got her breath back.

"I... that was good," she proclaimed after a while.

"ONLY good?" I teased.

"It... you know, it's different."

"No, I don't know. In what way was it different?"

"It felt good, but... it wasn't like the fireworks the last time."

"So you didn't like it?"

"Yes, of course I did... but I... it makes me want... it more..."

I grinned at her. "So what are you gonna do about it?"

"I... don't know. Maybe..."

"You wanna fuck anyway?"

"Uh. Mmmm. No. I still think it's... eeewwww..."

"OK, so what would you want to do then?"

She sighed sadly. "I guess... we should wait. Until the next time."

"OK, sure," I smiled at her. My finger slipped under the waistband of her panties, into the groove of her buttocks.

Her eyes widened as I played with her anus, probing lightly at the puckered entrance. Every now and then, I pushed inwards a little, then pulled it out, feeling her muscular entrance gripping strongly at my finger. She didn't protest at all, and let me play with her asshole for a bit before saying: "You're washing that before breakfast."

I laughed and replied: "So... you didn't like that?"

"Ummm," she hesitated, blushing a little. "I was thinking... you know, it might be interesting..."

"To do in in your ass?"

She nodded and turned away so I couldn't see her face. "Uhhh... yeah. But not now. You're washing your finger because it's icky. With my period."

"And other stuff."

"What other stuff?"

"You know. Your stuff. That came out just now when you came."

"You!" she turned back to look at me and smacked me on my chest. "Owww."

"You should stop hurting yourself like that," I said mischievously. "Hitting me isn't gonna do you much good."

"Yeah. I just gotta grab hold of that... dildo. You know, and shove it up YOUR ass..."

"Hey, no fair," I feigned indignation. God, the girl may have been an innocent before this, but she was certainly more than willing to experiment now that she had had a taste of sex. It looked like I'd created a monstrous desire in her. "Not before I've done it to you."

She giggled. "Remember to keep your promise the next time."

"Sure. With an ass like that, I'd have to be senile to forget!"

"Words. Just words. You'd better back them up with actions."

"Like this?" I slipped my finger into her ass again and she moaned softly.

"Stop it," she pleaded. "It's driving me nuts that we can't do it."

"OK, OK," I said, withdrawing my finger from her clutching anus.

"You want me to cook breakfast again?" she asked, pushing herself up off me. "Ohhh... shit. I don't wanna leave this."

"Me neither," I agreed. "But we do need to get something to eat. Before I faint from hunger."

"Oh, OK," she said, rolling back onto her side of the bed. "Go wash your finger first."

I laughed as I made my way to her bathroom, then went to the kitchen to find her getting the bacon out from the fridge.

"Hey, better let me do that," I said. "Remember what happened the last time you tried to cook that?"

"OK. Uh. No, I think I should do this," she changed her mind about letting me cook for her. "I know where that finger's been."

"Only to a very nice, accommodating place," I grinned at her, waving my hand under her nose. "Washed and clean now."

"Well, if you insist," she sighed in mock disappointment. "I'll get the eggs and juice then."

As we went about preparing breakfast I asked her about her friends, and about studying at the university. She revealed that she had had very few friends at the university because she had moved into town just a couple of years before. She hadn't had time to make many friends at school before she graduated high school, so her friends were even fewer at the university.

"You know, I thought it was nice of you," she suddenly said when the bacon was done and I was plating the strips with sunny side ups and some grilled tomatoes.

"What?"

"Coming over to the university the other day like that."

"Oh? Why?"

"Because... you know, that girl? She saw me talking to you. And then when I... told her what you taught me to say, she believed me. She looked really scared."

I thought to tell her that I had been on campus that day because I was on a business call, but decided against it. It didn't matter anyway. The result was the more important thing.

"How scared was she?"

"Fucking scared," she giggled. "She was so scared she apologized again and again. And then she... she offered to let me fuck her boyfriend."

I looked at her. "Wow. That's... quite a back down."

"Yeah. You know what? A couple of months ago, I think I might have considered that. But..."

"But what?"

She looked at me, grinning. "You jealous?"

"Whaaat? Me? Nawww," I said.

"No?" she had a weird look on her face and I wondered if she was joking.

I looked away. To be honest, I didn't know how I felt about it when I heard it. It was more like a factoid, a bit of news than anything else. But I didn't want her to think I didn't care if it mattered to her.

"Hey, don't," she said behind me. "I wasn't even the least bit interested."

I turned back to look at her. "No? Why not? I thought you said..."

"That's because... OK yeah, he's one of the cool guys on campus, but after what happened... I guess I kinda feel differently now. Cos he's really just an asshole."

I laughed. "Wow, you're learning fast."

"Besides, I don't think it would be as good."

"What wouldn't be as good?"

"Sex. You know. I told you, I couldn't stop thinking about it after we first, you know, did it. And the next time... it was even better. And I heard... you know how girls talk..."

"Uh. No, I don't. I don't know how girls talk," I responded. I honestly didn't. I wasn't in the habit of listening in when women talk to other women.

"Oh. Heh. Mmmm... you know his girlfriend? She told her friends how he was a stud and how he made her feel. And you know, it didn't sound half as exciting as how you make me feel."

"Flatterer," I said again. "But thanks for the compliment."

"Worse," she continued, grinning. "She talked about how he managed to 'do her' for all of 5 minutes. And I was thinking, 'Wow, 5 minutes. My mister can do way better than that.'"

"Uh oh. Pressure," I joked. "Now I've gotta live up to your expectations."

She hit me with her palm, albeit lightly. "You don't even have to try," she said, her eyes shining. "You're just... oooh. Thinking about it is making me... mmmm..."

"Horny?"

"Yeah," she smiled. "I just wanna jump on top of you and fuck again. And again."

"Good girl!" I said. "You've said the 'F' word. Without hesitation too."

"Fuck you," she said without rancor.

"Gotta keep your promises, you know," I teased.

"I will. Just you wait," she promised. "I still think it's icky doing it now, but... well, my dad and mom leave town quite a bit, so you'll get yours."

"Oooooh. Is that a threat? Scary!" I laughed. "Should I be worried?"

"Oh, you should be," she bantered as we sat down for our meal. "You should be."

I showed my furrowed brow and she laughed. "You're cute, you know that?"

"So are you," I smiled. And I really meant it too. She was really quite a nice young woman. Maybe she was a little too overawed by her parents, but she was clearly someone who enjoyed life.




Hey Mister Pt. 03



"Better polish this off and clean up," she said as she began cutting into her bacon strips. "Else I'll have to explain to my parents why the place is so messy."

"Hell, yeah," I responded. I have to say I enjoyed having breakfast with her. It'd been a while since I'd had breakfast with a woman after sharing a bed with her.

"You know, it's kind of sad," she said after we had finished breakfast and cleaned up.

"What is?"

"You know, your... thing..."

"Penis."

"OK, penis."

"Are you saying it's not good enough now? Gee, that was pretty quick."

"No, no, I didn't mean that," she giggled. "I meant that it's kind of sad that it... that you didn't... you know..."

"Get off?"

"Yeah," she smiled. "Isn't there anything we can do?"

"Well, I could jerk off."

"Ooooh. Can I see that?"

"What? Why would you wanna see that?"

"Because... you know, the first time, it was on my belly, and I could only feel it. When you came. And then, you were inside, and... that was nice, but I didn't... I mean, I couldn't see it..."

I sighed. "OK, so you'd rather I take it out when we do it next time..?"

"No, I wanna feel you coming inside me," she said firmly. "But... you know, since we can't do it this weekend, and... well, this time I get to see you coming..."

"Alright, I suppose I could do that," I smiled at her. God, the girl was really in a hurry to learn about sex.

"Do you want me to help?"

"Have you done this before?" I asked the question even though I knew the answer.

She shook her head. "I... uh... hey, you..! I told you..."

"Yeah, I know, I know," I said. "Don't get your panties in a bunch. I was just making the point that you hadn't ever given a guy a hand job before."

"My panties ARE in a bunch because of this damned period."

"Well, since you haven't done this before, it would be kind of... difficult for you to get the required result."

"Oh? Is it hard?"

I waved at my erection. We hadn't bothered with clothes since we came in after dinner the previous night. "Yup. It doesn't get soft when you're around."

"Oooh. That's so... nice..." she cooed, and suddenly dropped to her knees in front of me. I could see how her nipples had become hard little knots and her boobs rising and falling rapidly, so I knew she was getting excited again.

I began slowly, rubbing my cock with my right hand while I reached out and fiddled with her breast with my left hand.

"Oh. That's so... rough! Doesn't it hurt?" she enquired as I jerked off more vigorously, getting into the idea that I was masturbating while this young woman was watching me.

I shook my head, my eyes half-closed as I worked my cock with my hand. I felt her hand reaching out and grasping part of my cock behind my hand as she mimicked my actions. She was clearly a keen student, and as I continued wanking off, she edged closer to my erection. Clearly, she wanted a front row seat to witness my ejaculation.

"Oh. Mister. That's so... hot," she moaned as she stared at my cock bobbing furiously in front of her face. I could feel her heart racing as I grasped her breast, and realized a moment later that her free hand had moved down to the crotch of her panties and was rubbing urgently at the thick padded material.

I was getting close. It wasn't really that difficult, given how she had moved so close to my cock, to the extent that she was almost touching the tip. I could feel her breath on my dick as I pulled on it even more rapidly. Then she surprised me by taking the entire glans into her mouth and sucking on it.

She didn't suck too hard on my dick - I think her move was more experimental than anything else - but seeing her sweet mouth encircling my cock, and feeling her teeth scraping on my glans did it for me. Before I could even warn her about what was about to happen, I came into her mouth.

"Ohghh!" she exclaimed as the first spurts hit the back of her throat and she jerked backwards in surprise. My come splashed onto her chin, dripping onto the slopes of her breasts. She didn't take more than a moment to decide what to do next... she surprised me again by sucking me back into her mouth while I was still ejaculating. I could see her throat moving as she did so. She was drinking my spunk!

"Ohhh god!" I groaned as I emptied the contents of my balls into her mouth, watching her struggle to swallow the thick liquid and then giving up and letting the excess amounts leak out of the sides of her mouth, to add to the slippery mess on her boobs.

"Uhhh... I'm sorry... I should've..." I began to apologize for not telling her I was coming, but she cut me off.

"Mmmmphhh!" she shook her head as she moved back and away from my deflating cock while she swallowed the last dregs of my come. I could see a thick white clot of semen slide down between her breasts while a drop quivered at her left nipple for a good few moments before dripping onto the floor. Her torso, down to the waistband of her panties, was gleaming with spit and seminal fluid, and there was a wet stain down the front of her underwear. Between her legs was a small puddle of goo. God, that was gonna need some cleaning up.

"You shouldn't..." she gasped as she finally found the breath to speak. "I wanted to."

"I thought..."

"I wanted to," she insisted. "It was real exciting. And I think I like the taste."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I think it may have also been the way your thi... your cock was jerking around in my mouth. It reminded me so much of what it felt like inside... down there..."

Her face flushed red and I knew she was getting horny again.

"So... you still got that thing about not doing it during your period?"

"I... uh... I don't know. I mean..." her flush deepened, and I knew she was really considering it.

"If you're changing your mind, you'll need to give me some time to recover," I reminded her. "I'm not as resilient as your dildo."

"Time? Oh fuck," she glanced at the clock on the wall and swore, suddenly getting onto her feet. "We'd better..."

"Get things cleaned up. I know," I grinned. "Story of our lives."

"Sorry."

"For what? I enjoyed myself. I should be the one apologizing."

"For not fucking. I mean..."

"Hey, you haven't been listening," I gently reminded her. "I enjoy your company. If we don't do anything else, I'd still enjoy myself with you."

"Thanks, mister," she smiled gratefully. "Now... can you help me clean up? We don't have a lot of time."

"Story of my life," I grumbled in jest, and she looked at me uncertainly before she realized I was joking and giggled.

"Next time, mister," she promised. "You should start eating more oysters because the next time I'm gonna tire you out so much you'll be crawling back to your apartment."

"Promises, promises," I said. "Make sure you keep them."

"Oh, I will."