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Subject: Kristen - One - mf,nc 

WARNING !!!  The following story contains descriptions of sexual
encounters of an adult nature including, but not limited to
non-consensual acts.  If you are under 18, or if descriptions of acts
of this nature offend you, then READ NO FURTHER!  This is a work of
fiction.  Any relation to real or imagined incidents or to people
still alive or now dead is purely coincidental.

Kristen - One

I had known Kristen and her family for a long time.  I had watched her
grow from a sweet little girl to a gonky pre-teen and then to a truly
lovely sixteen year old.  When she was young Kris had had a big crush
on me.  I used to love it when her parents would bring her over.  She
would always give me big hugs and nice wet little girl kisses.  There
came a time one summer when I got to "know" little Kris a lot better.
It happened one warm June evening when she had spent the night with my
then thirteen year old sister in law, Lauren.  But that is another
story.  Kris had always been a "looker."  She was about 5'-5".  She
had a nice trim figure even as a little girl and as she grew older her
curves filled out into one of the nicest bodies I have ever seen.  By
the time she was sixteen, Kris wore her beautiful long blond hair in a
pony tail most of the time that hung to her waist.  She had sparkling
blue eyes and a pouty little mouth.  Unfortunately, as some good
looking girls often do, Kristen became rather enamored with herself as
she aged.  By the time of this story, she had become one of those
"untouchable" beauties that one can only dream about.  "I wonder who
gets to fuck them?"  She was now a junior in high school and very
popular.  Everyone knew her by name.  She was the head cheerleader on
the varsity squad; the only junior in the history of the school to
ever achieve this rank.  She was very much in the running for Class
President.  She was expected by all to graduate with honors.  She was
dating a guy named Rick who was a sophomore at the University of
Virginia.  She was simply magnificent and she knew it!

Kristen lived with her mother Lyle in a little old house out in the
county after her father's untimely death.  The two women had a
difficult time dealing with minor problems such as broken plumbing and
the like.  After Lyle's husband died I would often go over to fix
little things around the house for her.  Occasionally I would run into
Kristen when she came home after school.  I would always try to strike
up a conversation with her but was usually not so politely snubbed by
the young beauty.  This really hurt my feelings, but what the hell.
She was a busy girl with young friends of her own and really didn't
have time for an "old" guy like me.  I must admit, though, after
awhile I began to get angry.  One afternoon I had some spare time and
decided to run by Lyle and Kristen's house to fix a downstairs sink
that need some attention.  Lyle had given me the key to their house
months ago since I had become their kind of "handy man".  I let myself
in at around 2:45.  I was working on the P-Trap trying to get it loose
when I heard the back door slam.  I looked at my watch.  It was 3:30;
must be Kris getting home after school.  I gave the wrench one more
big push and the trap bolt finally let go.  I got up from under the
vanity to go outside for some Teflon tape.  As I strolled into the
kitchen, Kris was there eating an apple and looking really great as
usual.  Hi, Kris, I said cheerily.  "Hello," she said not even looking
at me in her snotty way.  I was beginning to seethe as I went out of
the door.  When I returned, Kris was gone.  I heard a stereo turned up
loud upstairs.  I went back to work on the sink.  It only took me
another 15 minutes to put everything back together.  When I was
finished, I washed my hands in the kitchen and was preparing to leave
when out of nowhere a thought struck me.  I remembered as clearly as
if it were yesterday leaning down a licking Kris' tiny wet cunt all
those years ago.

I could hear the stereo blaring as crept up the back stairs.  I
followed the sounds of Led Zeppelin as I finally approached the closed
door.  "Hmmm," I thought.  "Now there's a familiar smell."  Being a
burnout from the sixties I immediately recognized the smell of burning
marijuana.  Kris was in the process of taking a big hit off the joint
when I opened her door.  "What's that funny smell," I asked as I
grinned knowingly at the startled young girl on the bed?  Kristen was
caught and she knew it.  She had nowhere to run.  "Uh.... Hi," she
said, immediately turning on the manipulative charm.  "It's just some
Turkish tobacco that my boy friend gave me."  "Yeah, right," I said as
I walked into her room uninvited.  I closed the door behind me.  As I
approached the bed, I also noticed an open can of Budweiser on the
night stand.  As I eyed first the can then Kris, she looked at me
guiltily.  "Does your Mom know that you are smoking pot and drinking,"
I asked the worried teen?  "Well, no, but..."  "But what," I prompted.
"Well... she doesn't have to know, does she?"  "I don't know,
Kristen," I said.  "Please don't tell Mom," she pleaded.  I only do
this once in awhile."  She looked so vulnerable at that moment.  I
thought for a moment; letting the minutes drag by.  Finally I said,
"Tell you what, I don't know why I should do you any favors after the
way you have been treating me the past couple of years, but I'll let
this go on one provision.  I want you to start treating me a LOT
better.  You owe me for this, Kristen."  "What exactly do you mean,"
she asked, a hauty tone returning to her voice?  "I mean," I went on,
"I don't want to hear that kind of a tone in your voice when you speak
to me.  I want you to be sweet and nice."  I sat on the bed beside the
young blond.  She moved away apprehensively.  "Hey, take it easy," I
said.  "You can start by offering me a hit off that joint."  Relief
visibly washed over her as she held out the smoking number.  Instead
of taking it from her I leaned over and took a long pull, allowing my
lips to brush against her fingers.  Her hand shook as I sucked on the
joint.  When I sat back up, she jerked her hand away.  "Mmmm.., that's
nice," I grunted trying, to hold my breath.  I slid over closer to the
young girl so that my hip was almost touching hers.  She was already
at the end of the bed and although she had nowhere to retreat to, she
still tried to move away form me.  I put my arm around her and pulled
her to me.  Her whole body stiffened.  "Noooooo.." she whined, as she
began to squirm.  "What's wrong," I said as I nuzzled my nose to her
lovely white neck beneath her sweet smelling blond hair.  I breathed
in a long deep breath of her scent.  The memories flooded back again.
"Stop it," she almost shouted, as she wiggled from under my arm and
jumped up from the bed.  "Don't do that," she spat venomously!
"Kristen," I said, sternly.  "I am willing to let this one instance
go, but from this point on, I expect you to behave.  Unless you want
me to tell your mother right now about your drug and alcohol use, you
are going to have to get used to doing what I tell you."  The young
girl glared at me in shocked disbelief.  "But you promised you
wouldn't tell," she whined.  "Everything has its price and the price
for my silence is your full cooperation," I told the bewildered young
blond.  "Yeah but...," she started.  "No but's," I almost shouted as
she shrank back.  "I expect you to do as I say starting right now.  Go
downstairs and get me a beer.  I'll be waiting right here."  The young
girl was looking back at me pensively as she left the room.  "This was
going to work out really well," I thought to myself.  I glanced around
Kris' room noticing that most of the pictures on the walls were of
herself.  There were one of two group pictures of her cheering squad
and one on the bedside table of a young dark haired guy.  Rick, I
assumed.  "Well, Rick old buddy, you are just going to have learn to
share," I said to the picture as I grinned.

When Kristen returned with my cold Budweiser, we drank for a moment in
silence.  Kris would not sit on the bed but just stood there in front
of me wondering what this evil man would ask of her next.  I didn't
let her wait long.  I set the beer on the night stand and said, "come
over here Kristen."  She hesitated.  "I said come here.  Stand right
here in front of me.," I commanded.  Slowly she moved toward me.  As
she got within reach I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her close
so that she was standing between my thighs.  She squeaked in fear.
"Relax," I told her.  I was already getting dizzy from the sweet smell
of the young teen, or maybe it was the pot.  Who knows.  "Kiss me," I
said point blank.  "No," she said.  "I won't!"  "Oh but you will,
Kristen.  Your mother will be home any minute.  I am sure that being
grounded for the rest of the school year won't help your relationship
with old Rick here," I said nodding toward the picture on the
nightstand.  "How did you...?" she began.  "Never mind how I know his
name.  I said kiss me on the lips right now young lady."  Ever so
slowly the beautiful young girl bent toward me.  I didn't move one
inch, but rather I let her come the whole way to me.  She scrunched
her eyes closed as her tender lips touched mine.  An electric shock
ran through me as the memories of her talented mouth filled my head.
Quickly she drew back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Again," I said.  I thought she was going to cry as she once more was
forced to bend down to me.  This time, as our lips met, I placed a
hand behind her neck and held her mouth to mine.  "Mmm..mmm..mmm," she
moaned through her nose.  I did not french her just yet.  When I at
last released her, she jumped back.  Tears sprang to the corners of
her eyes and she again wiped her pouty lips with her hand.  "That was
real nice, Kris.  Rick is a lucky man.  I'll just wager you have a
very talented mouth."  The young girl flushed red before me.  "Is that
all," she said angrily?  "Will you please leave me alone now and just
go," she shouted, that hauty tone was back.  "Yep," I said.  "I'll
leave right now."  She sighed with relief as I got up off the bed to
leave.  "But," I said as I looked back at her.  "I want you at my
house tomorrow afternoon promptly at 4:00."  "What," Kristen gasped, a
shocked look on her pretty face?  "No way," she said!  I went right on
as if I hadn't heard her at all, "We are going to have a little party.
My girlfriend will be there.  Her name is Lynn.  You will really like
her.  You will be there Kris, or else...  If 4:00 rolls around and
your smiling face is not at my door, your mother gets a phone call.
Do we understand each other?"  For a minute she just stared at me in
wide eyed disbelief.  "DO WE UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER?" I shouted moving
back toward her.  "Yes..yes..OK," she cried shrinking away from me and
falling onto her bed.  "Good... 4:00... Be there!"  I left quickly as
she began to sob, slamming the door behind me.  "We'll just have to
see what tomorrow brings," I thought to myself as I got into my truck
and drove away.

Continued...