16 comments/ 45363 views/ 22 favorites Little Lissa Ch. 01 By: FatBttmGrl This is my very first submission and I welcome positive/constructive critiques. I am trying to improve my writing and hope you enjoy the story. * "Are you sure you want to do this?" The car idled in the parking space of Avalon Apartments. The lights of the parking lot combined with the faint light from the dashboard served to illuminate the two young women in the front seat. "Only shot I've got. My parents are away for the weekend and I have two nights to make this happen." Jen looked at Melissa worriedly. "You didn't answer my question. Are you sure you want to do this?" Melissa peered through the car window and gazed at the light in the upper apartment. They had driven through the parking lot to make sure his car was here. He was in. She took a deep breath. "Yeah, I'm sure." "Can I ask why? I mean you have plenty of guys who would love to take you out. Why him?" Melissa looked at her and shrugged. "I don't know. There's something about him. He's always been there for us...for me." At her friend's raised eyebrows, she hurriedly continued. "He's funny and caring. Gentle and kind. And I don't know, when he looks at me I just want to melt into him. I know he's older than me." "Ya think?" "But he's not that much older. I mean he's my dad's friend but he's not old enough to be my dad. Well unless he knocked up my mom at age fifteen or so. It's not like he and my dad were old high school buddies or anything. They met at work and became friends...so it's not that big of a taboo right?" Jen just looked at her and said, "If you say so" and handed Melissa the cell phone. "Okay, moment of truth." Melissa looked at the small pink phone in her hand and took another steadying breath before dialing his number. She counted the rings while she waited for him to pick up. When she reached four she began to worry. What if he had gone out with friends and taken one of their cars. Or even worse what if he had gone out on a date and was currently with said date in the very apartment she was watching right now. Images of what he might be doing to some other woman leapt into her mind, making her jealous and aroused all at the same time. Melissa began to chew at her lower lip. By the time she got to ring number six she was about to hang up and cry in frustration, when she heard his voice. For a moment she thought she had reached his voicemail and so it took her a moment to realize that it was a live voice on the other end of the dial tone. "Hello...hello." His deep voice rumbled into the phone and caused Melissa to pause for just a moment. "Hello?" he said again impatiently. "U-Uncle Robert?" Meliisa stammered. She wished she weren't so nervous, but everything she wanted was on the line. She had been waiting for this opportunity for three months now. Longer if you counted the years she'd had a crush on him. But it was only three months ago that she had turned eighteen and decided that for her birthday she was going to get her own birthday present—that being in the form of her father's good friend Robert Sheehan. She had plotted and waited for the perfect time. That time was now. She just had to make this work! "Lissa?" She smiled at his childhood nickname for her and blew out the deep breath she didn't know she had been holding. "Yeah Uncle Robert, it's me." "Is everything okay?" "Oh yeah... yes. Everything's fine. Well kind of fine. See I'm in a bit of trouble—" "What's wrong? Where are you?" he interrupted. She could hear the anxiousness in his voice and couldn't help looking at Jen with a smile. "Wait, wait. I'm fine. But I have a problem." She crossed her fingers and began the rehearsed tale. "You know how Mom and Dad went out of town for the weekend for their anniversary? Well Jen and I decided to go out for a little while tonight and I wasn't thinking and left my keys inside the house. Which means I'm now locked out. I was hoping you might still have the spare set." "Um...yeah, they're right here. I assume you want to borrow them." Melissa gave Jen a thumbs up and continued on to the second part of the story. "Well, see there is one other little problem. Jen has to be home in like twenty minutes. There's no way she could get to your place, grab the keys, drop me off at home and still get home in time. But your apartment is on her way home. If she dropped me off, would you be willing to give me a lift back home?" The two girls traded worried looks in the fractured light. Melissa reached out for Jen's hand, needing the support as she waited for Robert's answer. She heard a sigh. "Yeah, I can do that. Where are you?" Melissa squeezed Jen's hand and smiled. "About five minutes away. See you then. Thanks Uncle Robert. You're the best!" She made a kissy noise into the phone and quickly disconnected the call. "Eeeeeee!" The two girls hugged over the console. "Omigod! Omigod! I can't believe that worked!" Jen pulled back and looked Melissa in the face. "So you are going to do this. You are seriously going to try to seduce your dad's friend?" Melissa again looked at the light in the upper apartment window and bit her lower lip. "Yep, I sure am." Then she clenched her thighs together as the mere thought caused her to pussy to pulse in anticipation. "Okay. Well, let's get this show on the road." Jen pulled out of the parking space, in order to circle the block. They had decided that it would be better for her to pull up to Robert's apartment, just in case he happened to be looking out the window for Melissa. ********** Robert set down the phone and shook his head. Man why did this shit always happen to him? Here he was ready to have a nice quiet night at home, and she had to fuck it up. She being little Lissa Grant. God if ever there was temptation in physical form it was Melissa. He had known her since she was a little nine year girl in pink ballet shoes doing pirouettes in the living room. He had gone to little girl ballet recitals, middle school softball games, and high school track meets. Everything had been fine until about a year ago, when one day he had looked at Little Lissa and seen not the daughter of his good friend, but a stunningly beautiful young woman. The years of first dance and then various sports had helped to shape a lithe, svelte, muscled body. Her hair had gone from the blonde of childhood to a darker, richly hued brunette of almost adulthood. He didn't know if she colored it or if it had darkened on its own, but whichever it was soft and beautiful and every now and then he caught its light citrus scent when he hugged her. Her eyes were still the most beautiful shade of blue-grey though, that had never changed. From the time she was little she had these eyes that would shift color depending on what she was wearing or feeling. You could always tell if she was angry because her eyes would become bluer, while in the winter her eyes became a weird almost grey color as if to complement the weather. Lately though he had begun to wonder what color her eyes would become if she were aroused. His cock began to stir at the thought. God, what would her father, and his friend, do to him if he ever figured out that Robert was having positively pornographic thoughts about his daughter? Robert scrubbed a hand over his face. He never wanted to find out the answer to that question. Better to just get the keys and take Lissa home. A quick in and out, he groaned at the ironic turn of phrase, and then he could get back to his plans for the night. Or to be more accurate his lack of plans for the evening. Figuring that the whole debacle would be over faster the sooner he had Melissa in the car and on the way home, Robert grabbed his car keys and the spare set of keys to her house and went outside to wait for her. He walked down the stairs and let the night chill cool him, hoping that it would have an effect on his thoughts and his body. Leaning railing at the foot of the stairs he waited for Melissa and her friend to show. ********** "Oh shit!" Melissa groaned as she spotted Robert lounging against the bottom of the stairs. His feet were crossed at the ankles and his hands were in his pockets. The cool breeze ruffled his hair and she had the urge to walk up and brush it back it place. "What? What's wrong?" Jen asked. "What's wrong? He's supposed to be upstairs in his apartment. How am I going to convince him to sleep with me if I can't even get him in a room with a bed?" Melissa moaned. Jen tried to answer helpfully, "Well there's always the backseat of his car." Melissa mock punched her friend in the arm. "I'm serious. What am I going to do? He looks like he's ready to just jump in the car and take me home. I need to get him somewhere where we can get, you know..." "Naked?"Jen supplied. "Horizontal," Melissa answered. Jen laughed, "Oh honey, horizontal is so not necessary!" Melissa giggled in reply and then sobered. Taking a deep breath she looked first at Robert waiting for her and then back at her best friend. "Wish me luck?" "Who needs luck when you have boobs?" Jen smiled and dragged Melissa into a hard hug. "Okay, luck." "Thanks." Melissa returned the hug. She grabbed her purse and climbed out of the car. With a quick wave, she turned toward Robert as Jen pulled away. Suddenly shy, she began to worry that she might not be able to pull this off. She watched as Robert pushed away from the stairs and started toward her. Frantically she tried to think of a way to get him to stay here. The night air carried his spicy scent to her and made her knees weaken. When he hugged her and his warmth enveloped her, she wanted to simply sink into him. She turned her face into his neck and was barely able to restrain herself from tasting him. She shivered with desire. Robert felt the tremor and leaned back. "Are you okay?" "Yeah...yes," she stammered, arousal making it difficult for her to think let alone answer. But finally she had a moment of inspiration. "Um...do you mind? Can I use your bathroom before we leave?" Robert hated the idea of being around her for longer than necessary. Hell, the hug had played havoc with his senses. And now she wanted him to take her back into his apartment? He eyed the stairs leading to his home and groaned inwardly. All he wanted to do was put her in his car, drive her to her house, drop her off, and come back home. But what could he do? "Sure, come on," he heard himself saying. She put an extra bit of bounce in her step, making sure to give her ass just a little jiggle as she mounted the stairs in front of Robert. She hoped he was paying attention, but didn't dare look over her shoulder to check. Meanwhile Robert couldn't take his eyes off of her round little ass as it bounced its way up the stairs. Swallowing he tried to look something else, please God anything else to take his mind off of her beautiful backside. Instead his eyes landed on her delicate hand gripping the railing. He began to imagine how her slim, petite hand would look gripping his cock. He groaned. Melissa heard the strangled sound behind her and turned. "Are you okay Uncle Robert?" Robert's mouth went dry due to the fact that because he was a few steps below her, when she turned he was now eye level with her breasts. He tried to swallow, tried to speak. "Yeah...yeah fine," was the gravelly response. He quickly stepped past her to unlock the door. And then knowing it was ungentlemanly but not able to think of anything else that would hide his erection he stepped through the door and continued on into the kitchen area of the apartment. "Bathroom's down the hall, first door on the left. I'm just going to get a quick drink," he called out over his shoulder. Melissa scurried down the hall and into the bathroom. She closed the door and leaned her forehead against it. This was so not going the way she had planned. Okay not like she had a completely formed plan. The idea had been to get him alone and then...and then, well let nature take its course. She looked at herself in the mirror critically. She knew she wasn't drop dead gorgeous, but she wasn't exactly ugly either. The boys had seemed to be interested, and she thought that Uncle Robert was somewhat interested too from the few times she had caught him looking at her. So what was going on here? He was acting like he couldn't wait to get rid of her. Oh God! What if he had plans? What if she had interrupted an evening that just had gotten started yet? Chewing worriedly on her lower lip, she began to think. Okay. Well, he would just have to change his plans! She knew what she wanted, and she wanted him, damnit! Squaring her shoulders she cleaned up and left the bathroom. She found him standing in front of the sink with his back to her, he was guzzling a glass of ice water and staring out the window. She paused at the threshold to the kitchen. "Uncle Robert?" she said his name softly. "Hmmm?" he answered, not even turning around. "Uncle Robert," she repeated."Have I done something wrong? Did I interrupt something?" His shoulders slumped. "No," he sighed. "I'm just tired and was looking for a quiet night in and an early night. That's all. I'm sorry. Here let me get my keys and we'll go." He set the glass in the sink and turned. It was the sight of her standing there chewing on her lower lip that about did him in. That little gesture of vulnerability and uncertainty shot an arrow of longing to his gut. He wanted to take her into his arms and soothe her, but he knew that way lay destruction. He watched as she shifted on her feet, her uncertainty more and more apparent. "Is something wrong, Lissa?" "Well, umm...I don't want to put you out. I have a couple dollars. If you want, I can take the keys and grab a cab home." Her voice quivered a little at the suggestion and he could tell that she didn't really want to do that. "I mean I didn't mean to ruin anything," she continued. Melissa wanted to cry. Nothing was going the way she had thought it would. God she was so stupid she thought. He didn't want her here. Maybe she should just go home and forget all about this. She hung her head and tried to get her emotions under control. When she finally raised her head and met Robert's gaze, it was to find him narrowly assessing her. "All right, out with it. What's going on here?" he asked gruffly. Somehow he knew this was about more than just being locked out of her house. The tension in the room was palpable and he was lost as to the cause. He took a stab at what might be bothering her. "Is this about your parents being gone? Are you afraid to stay in the house by yourself?" Melissa blinked. Save she thought. "Well, I am a little nervous to be there alone." She thought quickly about how to use this to her advantage. "I mean the house is so big and without Mom and Dad it just seems so empty, ya know? I guess I didn't..." she let her voice trail off, hoping he would fill in the blanks and not ask her to explain a feeling that didn't exist. Instead she just blinked and tried to look frightened and miserable. Robert shifted and cleared his throat. Christ what the hell was he going to do now he thought. He looked at her standing there miserably and realized that he was in deep trouble. Before he could stop himself, He heard the damn words coming out of his mouth. "Okay. Look you can stay here for tonight." Melissa squealed and launched herself at him. "Oh thank you, Uncle Robert!" The next thing he knew his arms were full of lush teenage body and he was again hard as stone. Setting her back, he tried to give himself some space to gain control. "Yes, well. It's only for tonight. Maybe tomorrow you can stay with a friend or something," he said gruffly, his sudden arousal making his voice ragged and deep. She nodded. "Of course," she said. She would worry about tomorrow when it came. All that mattered right now was that for tonight she had him all to herself. "Have you eaten?" he asked, turning again to hide his erection. He opened the refrigerator and looked inside. The cool air felt good against the raging heat of his body. "I don't know if I have anything, but I might be able to scrounge something up." It was Melissa's turn to eye him critically, and she could have sworn she saw a lump forming in the loose fitting trousers he was wearing. "Um, Jen and I had a pizza earlier. But don't let me stop you, if you're hungry." He stood for a minute longer in the chill air. "No, I'm good." He shut the door and turned to face her. He hoped that he had his body under control, at least so that she didn't notice. Please God don't let her notice. An awkward silence filled the room. "So, umm..." they both started. He paused and she giggled. He clenched at the sound. "So," he started again. "There's a spare bedroom down the hall where you can put your...Ah hell, you don't have any things, do you?" he asked. She looked down and shook her head. He took a deep breath and thought for a minute. "Okay," he finally began. "You can borrow one of my shirts to sleep in. It should be big enough. It's only for one night after all, right?" Melissa gave him a small smile and nodded. Not if I can help it she thought to herself, but she let him think what he would. Again there was an awkward silence. Finally Melissa couldn't take it anymore. "I don't want to cause any trouble. Are you sure you didn't have any plans for tonight?" she asked. "Nope, just a movie and a cold beer," he responded. "Well don't let me stop you," she teased. "What were you planning on watching?" There was no way he was going to tell her the type of movie he was probably going to end up watching, so he prevaricated. "Uh...some action flick. I guess." "You guess?" Melissa laughed. "You mean you didn't have one picked out?" "Nah, I was just going to look at Pay-Per-View and see if anything caught my attention." "That sounds great!" she said as she walked into the living room of his small apartment. "So, let's see what's available." Every fiber of her being wanted to scream I'm available! I'm available! Instead she plopped down on the sofa and picked up the remote. Robert turned to grab a beer out of the fridge and joined her. After a few minutes of bickering back and forth, they finally settled on a light-hearted comedy and settled in to watch. As the movie played he found himself beginning to relax. Melissa sat next to him seemingly absorbed in the movie, laughing and giggling at the appropriate parts. He didn't know if he could get that relaxed but as he continued to drink his beer, he could at least begin to not be so aware of her presence next to him. Melissa was barely paying attention to what was happening on screen. It took everything she had to giggle and act like she wasn't affected by his nearness. God he smelled so good. She noticed that he had finished his beer and jumped up to get him another one. She took a sip before handing it to him. She just smiled at his raised eyebrow and sat down next to him, this time a little closer than before. Robert could feel the warm curves of her body pressed against his side. She had taken off her shoes and curled her feet up on the couch, a move that pushed her into his side. He lifted his arm across the back of the sofa in an effort to get comfortable. Melissa took it as an invitation to snuggle closer. The scent of her hair wafted over him and he felt himself getting hard. He took a sip of beer and lifted his ankle onto his other knee to try to hard the evidence of his arousal. With calculated nonchalance Melissa reached across him for his beer. "Just what do you think you are doing, young lady?" he asked. Melissa turned her head to give him a coy smile. "Oh come on Uncle Robert. It's just a sip of beer," she pouted. "Please?" She reached across him again, but he held the cold bottle just out of her reach. Little Lissa Ch. 01 "Last time I checked you were eighteen, not twenty-one," he responded sternly, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Coming to her knees, she continued to reach for the drink, while he continued to hold it just out of her reach. The gesture caused her to place one hand on his thigh while straining for the beer. She overreached and fell against him. His arm slipped off the back of the couch and landed on her backside. Both of them froze. Melissa turned her head and was mere inches from his face. She felt his harsh breath against her face and her gaze focused on his mouth. Just a few inches she thought. Just a few inches and we would be kissing. Robert felt the warm curve of her ass and saw the darkening of her eyes. Without thought his hand clutched at her butt and she moaned. That was all it took to snap his control. He closed the few inches separating their lips and kissed her. He set the beer down and used his other hand to cradle her face while he plundered the warm moist heat of her mouth. He continued to clutch at her ass while they kissed. Her arms stole up around his neck and she turned until she was sitting in his lap, moaning into his mouth. His arm traveled from her ass to caress up the side of her rib cage. It came to rest just under her breast and she squirmed at the sensation. She could feel the growing ridge of his erection beneath her and she wanted to shout at the evidence of his desire for her. His thumb found the puckered tip of her nipple through her t-shirt and he grazed the tip while he began to trail wet scorching kisses from her mouth to her throat. "Yes," she groaned. "Oh God yes! Robert, please." The feel of his hands on her and the wild open mouth kisses he was pressing to her throat were driving her crazy. The sound of her voice snapped him out the lust-filled fog that had engulfed him. "Oh God, Melissa!" He quickly stood up, almost dumping her on the floor in the process. "Oh God, I'm so sorry!" She scrambled for purchase on the sofa, her hair was mussed and her lips swollen from his kisses. She looked at him, her eyes glazed and unfocused. "Robert? What's wrong?" she asked, her breathing heavy and labored. "Did I do something wrong?" "Did you do something wrong?" he barked. "This whole thing is wrong! God!" He turned and tunneled his hand through his hand. Spying his beer he picked it up and took a long pull of the ice cold liquid. He turned back. "Jesus Lissa. I'm sorry...I never should have...I took advantage..." his voice trailed off as he looked at her. She looked like she was about to cry, her eyes were downcast and she was chewing at her lower lip again. Robert sat down next to her and took her hands. "Please..." his voice caught as she finally looked him in the eye. "Was it really that awful? Kissing me, I mean?" Something about the way she asked the question had him really looking at her. He began to think over the night and suddenly he had a sinking sensation in his stomach. He sat back and held her gaze. "Melissa. Did you set this up?" Her sudden look down answered his question. "Damnit!" he cursed and stood up. "That's it get your stuff. You're going home. Now!" She jumped up as well. "Please don't," she pleaded. "Please. I just—" "Just what?" he sneered. "Wanted to see if your charms could work on good old Uncle Robert? Goddamnit! Is that this is about? Damn, the shaking your ass as you go up the stairs in front of me. All of it was some kind of what? Some kind of test?" He paced back and forth while he vented his frustration. Melissa just sat there, at first scared but gradually enthralled by his temper. He wouldn't be this upset over nothing would he? Or would he, doubts began to creep in and she again began to chew on her lower lip. "So answer me," he demanded after he had wound down. Melissa looked at him blankly. She had been so caught up in her own thoughts and misgivings that she hadn't really been paying attention to what he was saying. At her look, Robert could feel the anger begin to brew again. "Have you heard a single thing I've said?" At her mute expression he lost his temper. "Answer me, young lady!" That did it. Melissa jumped up off the couch. "You ass!" That got his attention. "You know, most men would be flattered to have a young woman interested in them. Most men would get down on their knees and thank God to have what you have right in front of you!" "Damnit Melissa, your father is my friend. I'm fifteen years older than you. You're...you're—" "I'm what?" "A child!" he yelled. The stunned look on her face stopped him. "I'm sorry Lissa—" "Don't call me that," she snapped. "I'm not a child. I'm eighteen. That makes me an adult, Robert Sheehan. Old enough to do whatever I chose. Old enough to do whomever I chose," she added for emphasis. "Don't push me Melissa," he warned. "Or what? Are you gonna run and tell me parents on me?" she sneered. "I may not have tons of experience at this, but that was my choice. Believe me I've had plenty of offers—" He growled at the implication of her words. She held up her hands and continued. "But I held out because I knew what I wanted. I knew who I wanted—" "Please God, don't tell me you came here wanting to lose your virginity to me," he interrupted. Melissa smiled softly. "No. I'm not claiming to be a virgin. Please Robert, listen to me. I tried dating boys my age. But they just don't...I don't know—measure up." She shrugged. "I mean, I looked at them and they just never quite lived up to my idea of the perfect guy." "And who's that?" he scoffed. "Brad Pitt?" "No. You." The words were so softly spoken that it took him a moment to realize what she had said. When the words finally did register, he could only stare at her in stunned silence. "I want you, Robert Sheehan." Robert shook his head as if to clear his thoughts. "No." And again with more emphasis. "No. We can't do this. Your father is one of my good friends. I can't do this to him." "Well I hope you don't do this to him. I want you to do it to me," Melissa stated in an exasperated tone. He couldn't help but chuckle at her statement. It was followed by a groan as she stepped up to him. She wound her arms around his neck and brought his face down to hers. "Please Robert, don't send me away. Let me stay with you. Just for tonight. Let me be with you." He knew he should say No. Not only no but Hell No. He thought of her father, his friend. He thought of the years he had spent watching her grow from child to young adult and knew that what she was proposing was just plain wrong. She was Little Lissa. No, she was now a young woman and he could feel her lush body pressed against his. His defenses, already weak to begin with, began to crumble. Her lips were again mere inches from his own and he felt their pull. Of their own volition, his hands came up to cradle the back of her head, to tangle in the scented tresses of her hair. "God help me," he breathed out moments before he kissed her. It was everything she had imagined, everything she had glimpsed at earlier. His tongue swept into her mouth and laid claim. He slanted his lips across hers and devoured her like a man deprived of sustenance. He feasted on her mouth and all she could do was hold on to him and moan her response. Yes! Her mind and body screamed. Yes! Finally! Little Lissa Ch. 02 I want to thank everyone for the positive comments and encouragements. I especially want to thank aussie_101 for all his time spent editing and talking me through this process. All mistakes within this work are mine and mine alone. And a big 'thank you' sleeplessgurl for introducing us. I owe you guys! Anyway here is Chapter Two, I hope you enjoy it! For those of you new to the story or cursed with a really bad memory like mine, Melissa has manufactured an excuse to come to "Uncle" Robert's apartment the weekend while her parents, Peter & Evelyn, are out of town. She has come with the clear intention of seducing him. She is 18 to his 32 years and while he is trying to resist, she is not going to make it easy for him. (Or you could quickly go and read Little Lissa Ch. 01—just sayin') Little Lissa Ch. 03 Okay for those of you who haven't read Chapters 1 & 2 (shame shame shame), Melissa has come to her father's friend Robert with seduction in mind while her parents, Peter & Evelyn, are away for the weekend. Lissa has decided that Robert is the one she wants and, despite interruption after interruption, Little Lissa is determined to get him. Once again I owe a huge debt to aussie_101 for all of his help and especially for his patience. As always I appreciate any and all positive/constructive criticism. Little Lissa Ch. 03 Melissa shifted her legs, allowing him to remove the last of her clothing. Finally she was completely naked before him. He licked his lips, his eyes taking in her body before settling between her legs. This was the feast he had been craving. He could smell the sweet, honeyed scent of her clearly now. Savoring the moment, he slowly teased the plump lips of her sex. He nuzzled them and gave just the lightest swipe of his tongue to the outer edges, never parting the labia but causing her to squirm and moan just the same. He nibbled on the lips of her sex, the teasing scrape of his teeth gathering the sweet nectar that was beginning to overflow. She gasped his name and he could feel the blood rushing through his body, could hear it pounding in his ears. God, she was sweet and tart and tangy. All the wonderful tastes he had imagined were there before him. He brought his finger up to part her folds and wanted to weep at her beauty. There nestled in the hooded top of her cleft peeked a rounded little pebble of desire. He kissed it and she lifted herself to his mouth. Laying the flat of his tongue against the bottom of her sex he began to try to capture every drop of her that he could. Melissa was frantic with need. This was a completely new experience, a thrilling and frightening one. She wanted to push him away and draw him closer. He lay between her weak, trembling thighs as if this alone was the sexual act. As if this was the height of sexual gratification. And with each slick of his tongue over her, she writhed and moaned her want. Her hands clenching in the air, unsure of what to do. Robert's tongue encircled and softly sucked her small, delicious clit. A keening wail filled his bedroom. Slowly he eased a finger into the tight, moistened tunnel and the cry become louder. "Oh my God," she cried out at the unfamiliar sensation. The feeling of his mouth on her, his finger beginning a slow and torturous rhythm, only served to wring her senses to a new level. All she could do was feel. The room was gone, the bed beneath her disappeared, as she began to float on the sensations he was coaxing from her body. She could feel a tightening in the pit of her stomach, could feel a flush stealing over her body and trembled at the uncertainty of what would happen next. He alternated between the light suction, light teasing nips and slow laps of his tongue. He added a second finger and continued to slowly plunge into her wet heat. Her walls pulled at his finger and he had to make himself think of something other than how it would feel sheathing other parts of his body. Her hips began to jerk. Her thighs began to tremble. All the air left her lungs and she had to take short gasping breaths. She had never before felt this out of body, out of control feeling. Groping young boys with their short attention spans and lack of inspiration never led her to this place. She was bereft, completely lost to the hot coiling within her. "Robert!" she cried suddenly afraid of what was happening. "That's it," he crooned. "Relax. Let go." Her head thrashed from side to side at the unfamiliar and frightening feeling that was enveloping her. Her breathing became shallow. Closing her eyes, she tried to focus on his words. "That's it darling," he murmured his hands still magically winding her higher and higher. "Come for me Lissa. That's it." Once more he put his mouth to the erect little bud of her sex and the sensation was too much. With his mouth on her and his fingers stretching her, she tensed and came apart. She hung in that moment, feeling the exquisite unraveling of her body. A sun exploded within her, sending little stars scattering throughout her body. Little pinpricks of pulsating atoms burrowed into the crevices of her body. She could feel them lifting her, urging her to rise up and float within the celestial bodies he had created for her. Every nerve crackled with charged energy. She held the power caged within her body and it bit at her with its fearsome jaws. Every nip sending another jolt to her system. Robert stilled, letting her body contract around him. Her high pitched scream ricocheted around the small room. He leaned forward again to soothe, to kiss the pulsing flesh. But she jerked at his touch. He moved his fingers. She cried out and jackknifed away from him. Shaking and trembling, she curled up in a ball away from him. Confused he reached for her. "Lissa?" Her small gasps roughly filled the room and worried him. "Lissa?" He touched her leg not knowing what to do. She pulled away from him with a sharp, "Don't!" Sitting back he furrowed his brow. Was she upset? Had he hurt her somehow? "Lissa, please talk to me." This time he grabbed her leg and a squeal escaped her lungs. She was giggling and shaking. "Don't," she gasped. "Please. Stop!" Awareness dawned on him. "You're ticklish!" he exclaimed. Robert grinned as he watched her. Every now and then, out of sheer perversity, he reached out to touch her just to see her giggle and shift away from him. His own need was temporarily forgotten in the knowledge that he had done this, had created this. He smiled and trailed a finger across her stomach. "Stop," she gasped rolling away from him. He caged her body and began to nibble along her spine, making her moan in response. She tried to calm herself, tried taking deep breaths but the tingling sensation continued. His mouth touched every little live wire that was dancing around inside her body. Soon his hands began to take long smoothing sweeps along her body. She began to relax, began to feel the pulsating bits of energy die out and a drowsy kind of weightlessness take their place. "Is it always like that?" she asked, her voice muffled by the bedcovering. Robert paused and rolled her over to look in her eyes. "Sweetie, it's never been like that. But shouldn't you know? Haven't you ever—" Melissa shook her head. "Not like that! I mean I thought I'd had one before but maybe not." She shrugged and flicked her eyes away, feeling suddenly vulnerable with the admission of her ignorance. He propped himself up alongside her and grinned. "Then you should say 'Thank you, Robert'." He affected a high falsetto. "Oh thank you Robert for showing me the wonders of – uumph!" Her elbow caught him in the ribs. Flopping onto his back, he spoke to the ceiling. "After everything I have just done for her and this is the thanks I get." Delighting in his uncharacteristic display of goofiness, Melissa clambered on top of him. "Oh Robert, thank you," she laughingly mimicked. "Thank you for taking me to heights never before seen. Oh Robert without you—" Her laughter quickly became a moan as his hand cupped her breast. Arching into his touch, she shuddered. She felt him lazily trace the curve of her breasts and sweep his thumb across the pebbled tip. Catching her lower lip in her teeth, Melissa squirmed above him. Putting her hands on his chest for balance, she could feel the crinkle of his chest hair beneath her palms. His muscles shifted at her touch and she smiled a slow, tantalizingly wicked smile. Up until this moment sex had been fumbled hurried actions, but now, she realized happily, now she had all the time in the world. Robert's hands smoothed down her front and rested on her hips. He had seen the look in her eyes, seen the daring grin. He knew that he should be in control of this experience. It was what she had come to him for. But for now he was willing to cede the moment to Melissa, to let her explore his body. "You like it when I touch you," she breathed, not asking a question, not even wanting a response. She began to trace shapes in the coarse hair, following the muscles of his chest down to the smooth solid surface of his abdomen. Her hands flared out to take in the jut of his hipbones and then swept back up to his chest. His hands gripped her hips and he had to force himself to relax. Her touch was driving him crazy, but when he looked at her face he realized that this was completely unintentional. She was not teasing him or trying to seduce him. She was simply exploring him. So he kept his hands in place and tried to think of other things. Things other than her small delicate hand skimming over his naked flesh and the way she was worrying her lip in concentration or the way she was looking at his body like it was some sort of Christmas present. The pressure of his grip had her looking up to his face. His hot heavy lidded gaze made her wicked. She thought of everything he had done to her tonight and knew exactly what she wanted. Her hair curtained her face as she leaned down to lick at the flat disc of his nipple. She heard him hiss and smiled. Determined to tease him as he had teased her, she swirled her tongue and sucked it into her mouth. She felt him jerk at the sensation. His hands came up to brush away her hair. Looking up, she met his gaze. Slowly she opened her mouth and let her tongue snake out to flick at him. Groaning, he closed his eyes. Her giggle slid over him. He felt her shift and lie flat atop of him. His cock nestled into the juncture of her legs. He groaned again as she began to slither down his body laying soft kisses along his torso, all the while shifting around his demanding erection. He felt her pause and opened his eyes in time to see her contemplating his manhood. Melissa stared at the large, imposing rod before her. She reached out to touch it, astonished at the soft, velvety texture so different from the rest of Robert's body. Her finger slid along the top and dipped into the liquid that was beginning to form. She licked her lips and slid her hand around the entire pulsing shaft. "That's it," he growled. One minute Melissa was leaning down to place a kiss and the next she was roughly pulled up and rolled over. "Robert," she gasped. "No, that's enough. You keep that up and I'll never last." He settled between her sprawled limbs and burrowed his head into her neck. He placed hot, wet kisses there before rising up to pant into her ear, "God! You are too much." She pouted at him. "No fair. You got to have your fun." Leaning up on his elbows, he brushed the hair from her face. His look was pure sin and she reveled in the heat of it. "Sweetie, I'm not done having my fun." With that he rocked his hips, sliding himself against the slick outer lips of her sex. Her legs widened to accommodate him, as he continued to rock against her. She tilted her hips, trying to draw him in, trying to complete their union. She was frantic to feel him within her. "Awww, Lissa," he teased. "You like it when I touch you." He circled his hips, nudging her with his cock, gathering her juices and teasing her with his words. She glared at him but he only grinned back. Lowering his head to hers he planted whisper soft kisses to her eyelids and cheeks, on the edges of her mouth. And then she felt him, there at her entrance slipping slowly into her, pushing past the swollen outer lips of her sex and into her. Stretching her and filling her. Dropping his head to her shoulder, he was consumed with the feel of her. Her smooth, slick channel welcoming him home. He shivered at the pure, exquisite clutch of her body around his cock. "Christ! You feel so good," he murmured into her neck—and she did. She felt made for him. Her gasp had him looking up into her wide eyes. "I can feel you," Melissa whispered, her arms coming up to wrap around his shoulders in an embrace. He nodded and was leaning in for a kiss when realization dawned. "Fuck!" She jerked at the curse. "Robert?" Her arms fell away as he pulled back. "Shhh. It's okay. Give me a minute." He levered himself up and she felt him begin to withdraw from her. "Robert!" she cried out. She grabbed at him, tried to hold him to her, tried to stop him from leaving. She wrapped her legs around him and succeeded in pulling him back. She heard him hiss and groan as he sank back into her. "Melissa, stop," he softly ordered. "I'm not leaving. I forgot the damn condom." Realizing that he wasn't going to leave, that he wasn't going to stop, she relaxed and let her legs fall. He gritted his teeth and withdrew from the warmth of her body. The cool air hit his hard moistened shaft and he swore. She heard him grumbling and cursing himself as he rolled over to the nightstand, jerked open the drawer and fumbled in the semi darkness for the condoms he kept there. She couldn't help the giggle that escaped her as she watched him rip open the foil wrapper and roll it on. The giggle had him turning a hot lust-filled glare at her. Never before had he been this flustered, this carried away. How was it that she did this to him? Turned him from a grown man to a fumbling boy who forgot the most important rule of sex—protection. She should have been cowed by the look he gave her. Instead it excited her. She had done this. Little Lissa, with demanding need but lack of experience, had seduced him into wanting her so badly he had temporarily forgotten himself. It was a heady realization and with it the coquette returned, stretching seductively before him. With her arms extended above her head and her legs rubbing together, she smiled invitingly at him. "Do you see what you do to me?" Robert growled. "Crawling across the bed, he stopped at her feet and sat back on his haunches. His erection jutting proudly from his body. Melissa continued to smile and slid her feet up his thighs, her legs falling gently to the side. She moaned at the feel of his hands closing around her ankles. Suddenly her legs were being drawn apart and she was sliding toward him. Her butt ended up resting on his thighs where moments ago her feet had teased. Robert smiled at the look of surprise on her face. Slipping his hands around to cup the firm globes of her ass, he lifted her and drew her near, aligning her body to his. Then he slowly lowered her onto his now covered cock. "Oh God!" she whimpered. From this position, with her shoulders on the bed and the lower half of her body supported by his hands, she couldn't do anything but feel the fullness of him. He was raising and lowering her onto him. She fought to take a breath at the sensation, her little hiccupping gasps of pleasure filling the room. Robert slid his hands up to beneath her shoulders and pulled her to him. With a graceful movement she arched off the bed and melded to him, her arms embracing him. In this position he was seated deeper within her, both of them moaning at the connection. Planting her feet on the bed, Melissa found she could control the movements of their bodies. She began to raise and lower herself. She concentrated on the feeling of sliding up and down on him, on feeling his legs tense and shift beneath her. She could feel a flush steal over her in the rising heat of the room. His hands stroked her back, his tongue licking at her salt slick skin. Melissa squirmed on top of him, increasing her pace. Again he let her dictate their coupling, content to caress and stroke her. The need to feel the euphoria of her earlier climax had her sliding onto him harder and faster, rocking and grinding into him. Breathy groans hung in the tight space between their bodies. Frantically she arched and writhed on him. Twisting and gyrating. Her frustration mounted as the pounding need continued to drive her. Robert's hands settled at her waist and stilled her movements. He waited for her to calm before her laid a delicate kiss against her neck. Letting his hands trace the long line of her back, he trailed kisses along her jaw and down her neck across her collarbone. Her moan filled his ears, while his fingertips lightly skimmed along the smooth expanse of her skin. Her hands came up to rub against his bristled cheeks, framing his face. Softly her fingers traced the contours of his face. He closed his eyes as her fingertips fluttered over his cheekbones, trailing higher across his brow. Her thumb smoothing over the delicate skin of his eyelid. He felt the ends of her hair brush against his shoulder moments before her lips touched his. He felt her tentatively run her tongue along his lip. The sweetness of the gesture, the softness of the moment, had him groaning. With the sound she swept in and laid claim. Slowly and tenderly, she teased him with her mouth. She left his mouth to kiss at his cheek, loving the feel of his unshaven jaw against her soft lips. She nuzzled his neck and licked at his ear lobe, catching it between her teeth. He hissed and couldn't stop himself from rocking up into her. He lifted her hips, urging her to resume riding him. Straightening she slowly lifted and lowered herself, this time ignoring the clawing need to rush. She fought the urge to go faster and harder, to race to the finish. Instead she held his gaze, trembling at the touch of his hands on her body. She mewed as he shifted forward and followed her gently down to the bed. He continued to kiss and lick at her while he took over their lovemaking. His body screamed at him to plunge into her, to take and take and take. He wanted to howl and fall upon her. Instead he gritted his teeth and kept a slow, torturous pace, while she writhed and moaned beneath him. Slowly he slid in and rocked against her before sliding out. He circled his hips before sliding back into her soft, wet heat. He shuddered at the feeling of her fingernails lightly scoring his back. Her high pitched gasps and hiccups were driving him over the edge until he leaned down to silence them with a demanding kiss, his tongue duplicating the movements of their lower bodies. Her hands gripped his hair and she bit at his lip, urging him on. She could feel a warm tensing throughout her body, a new sensation welling within her and she cried out as the feeling built and spread. Robert could feel her tensing. He saw her reaching the precipice of her desire, and so he slowed his movements. Seating himself fully, he rocked against her. He knew that he shouldn't, knew that he should let her fly over the edge, but he held back. Leaning down onto his elbow he whispered to her, "Is this what you wanted, Lissa?" She gasped and nodded. Jerking her hips, she tried to get him to move. "Say it," he rumbled in her ear. "Y-yes..." she moaned. Her head thrashed from side to side, her hands raked his back, while her body clutched at him. He felt her squeezing him but still he continued to tease her. Slowly he slid out, circled his hips and slid all the way back in. With his jaw set, he taunted her again. He shifted and had his hand sliding between them to circle and tease the engorged nub of her sex. "This is about sex. Right, Melissa? You wanted to see what sex with a man was like. You were going to go to someone else if I said 'no'. Remember?" She shook her head, lost to the sensation of his body filling her, circling, bumping, colliding with her. His finger stroking her clit. "No," she wailed. He stilled. "No?" She wanted to punch at him, wanted to make him move, wanted the release she could feel crawling just under her skin. "Then what do you want, Melissa?" "You," she sobbed. "Just you!" Her admission sent him over the edge and he let go. Rising up, he continued to circle and press on her clit while he drove into her. Her arms fell out to grab at the bed while he pressed her down with his demanding thrusts. She felt herself tense up and then she was flying. She could feel herself being carried away in an orgasmic haze so different from the one earlier. The throbbing within her lifted her on swirling winds and currents, higher and higher to touch the sun. Only instead of exploding, she absorbed the heat and was made powerful. She cried out, the heat rushing through her and scorching her body. Little Lissa Ch. 03 Robert felt her body tense and convulse around him. The tremors of her body uncaged the beast within him. With a roar, he came into her one final time. He felt the pulsing of his own body as he came with her. His legs tensed. He felt tiny rivulets of sweat course down his arched back, each clench of her body drawing more of him, milking every drop from his cock. Spent, he collapsed upon her. Her arms drifted around him to lazily stroke his gleaming back. Eyes closed, Melissa smiled at the weight of him. Turning her head, she licked at his ear. "What?" she laughed when he mumbled against her shoulder. Raising himself on shaky arms, he looked at her. "I said 'I think you almost killed me tonight'." Giggling, she brought his lips to hers. The kiss was sweet, just the faintest rubbing of lips and tongues. Groaning Robert drew away from her and rolled onto his back. The cool air misted across their heated bodies. But before he could be chilled, Melissa rolled to his side. She folded her hands on his chest and waited for him to look at her. When he did, she propped her chin on her hands and smiled. "You can't die yet," she said as innocently as she could. "We still have the rest of the weekend." Robert threw his arm over his eyes with a muttered, "Christ."