that although her mother had told her a little 'about the birds and bees – UGH!', she really didn't understand what it was all about. I asked her what she meant, and she said that she understood the physical part of it about how babies were made and so on, but didn't really know what to think about 'well, the rest of it – you know!'. I asked her if there was something she was bothered about, or wanted to know, and after a few seconds of 'um' and 'uh', she finally came out and told me that one of the boys at school 'he's SOOOOOO cute!' was trying to get her to go out with him, and be his girlfriend – and that he was pressuring her to have sex with him. I asked her what about his other girlfriends, and she said that he'd had several different girlfriends, but that he'd broken up with all of them. I asked her why he'd broken up with so many girlfriends, and she said that she didn't really know. I suggested that she find out, and then decide. She asked me why, and I told her that it sounded to me as though all he was really after was to have sex with her – that it sounded as though he was 'collecting cherries'. She asked what I meant, and I told her that there were some boys that enjoyed making out with a lot of different girls, and even being the one to have sex with them the first time, but that once they'd gotten a girl in bed, they'd lose interest in her, and go out to find another one. Then, Robyn admitted that she'd heard some rumors that some of the other girls had gone to bed with this boy, too, but that others had refused. So I told her that it might be interesting to find out when he'd broken up with the girls that were rumored to have gone to bed with him. She thought about that for a minute, and said 'Yeah – you're right.' Then she asked me if I thought she was wrong for thinking about having sex with the boy. I told her that I only thought it was wrong to have sex with someone because you thought you HAD to, not because you WANTED to. She asked what I meant, and I simply said 'If you make love or have sex with someone because you think you HAVE to for some reason, then yes, I think that's bad. Not because sex is bad, but because the REASONS are bad. If you're doing it because you WANT to, then enjoy yourself, and be smart enough not to get pregnant.' She admitted that she did want to experience sex, but that she wasn't sure that she wanted it to be with this particular boy, and that she was also a little afraid because she'd heard that it would hurt the first time – hurt a LOT. I told her that if she was the least bit unsure about whether she wanted to have sex or make love with someone, then it was a pretty good indication that she probably shouldn't; and that depending on the girl, the first sexual experience didn't have to hurt at all, and certainly didn't have to hurt a LOT. She asked me why, and I explained to her that if the boy and girl were careful and gentle with each other, then the girl wouldn't be so afraid, and that going slowly and carefully with each other would mean that the amount of pain would be kept to a minimum. I asked her if she'd ever gotten shots at the doctor's; she said of course she had, and asked why. In reply, I asked if all the shots had hurt. She said 'No'. I asked her if the shots that she'd heard would hurt were the ones that seemed to hurt the most, and after she thought about it for a moment, agreed that was so. She thought about it a little more, and said 'I understand – being afraid of something makes it harder to do, and if you have a chance to think about it, and do it when you're ready, it's easier.' I told her that was right, and that seemed to relieve some of her fears. We chatted a couple more minutes, and then she went back to her apartment.
A couple days later, it was raining cats and dogs again, and Robyn came to my apartment again – thoroughly drenched from her trip home from school. I gave her a towel, and sent her into the bathroom, as usual.
When she came out, she kind of pranced over to me (her tits jiggling under her T-shirt), and surprised me by handing me her bra and panties, asking me if I could put them someplace where they'd dry. I looked at her, raised an eyebrow to let her know I knew she was up to something, and put her things on a towel rack in the bathroom. When I got back to the living room, she asked me if I was busy – I wasn't, so I told her so, and sat down on the couch across from the chair she was in.
She asked me 'You remember that boy I told you about before?', and when I said that I did, the told me that she'd asked some of his former girlfriends, and found out that he'd broken up with them shortly after getting them to have sex with him. She also said that he'd broken up with the girls that had refused to make out or have sex with him when they had made it clear that they*wouldn't* do what he wanted. I said 'Well, it sounds like you made a pretty good choice, then', and she blushed a bit, and said that I had helped by talking to her about what she was thinking and feeling, and getting it straight in her mind. I told her I was glad to be able to help, and she said that she was really grateful that I hadn't told her mother about any of the things that she'd said to me – she just KNEW that her mother would never understand.
The whole time we were talking, she kept wiggling around in the chair, and pulling on the hem of her T-shirt, pressing it against her breasts, and making her nipples show through it even more clearly. I knew she was up to something, but it still took me by surprise when she blurted out 'Do you think I have nice tits?'. I had always been honest with her, so I didn't figure I could do anything else except to answer her by saying 'Yes, I do.', and teasing her a little, adding 'You've shown them to me through your wet shirts enough!' She giggled a little, and said 'I think they're too small, though. And my nipples are always so HARD! What do you think?', and pulled her T-shirt even tighter, pressing her breasts against her chest, making her nipples show even better through the wet material. I responded by saying 'From where I sit, they look just fine – they're the right size for YOU, and most men think hard nipples are sexy.'
With that, she stood up, walked over to me, and said 'From where you sit isn't a very good view – ', and pulled her T-shirt completely off – leaving me with a close-up look at a pair of the smoothest, firmest, most nicely- shaped tits I'd seen in a LONG time. I started to get hard (again), and she asked me 'Do you like the view now?', and I had to admit to her that I sure did! She asked me 'Do you want to touch them and play with them?', and I had to tell her 'I sure do – but I can get into a LOT of BIG-TIME trouble for it; hell, I could go to jail just for
She pouted a bit, and said 'I'm not going to tell anybody – I*want* you to touch them!'. I told her that if her mother ever found out about what she was doing there with me, she'd never get within a hundred feet of another boy, and that I'd be put in jail so fast it would be 3 weeks before I found out where I was. After I said that, she just replied 'then we'd better be careful then, huh?', and moved even closer, so that her breasts were right in front of me. She leaned over a bit, and swung her leg over, so that she was sitting on my lap, facing me; then leaned forward so that her breasts were right in my face, teasing my lips with her nipples. Right then and there, what little bit of restraint I had left turned to so much dust, and I gently sucked one of her nipples into my mouth as I brought my hands up and started caressing and squeezing her breasts. She moaned deep in her throat, and reached behind me, pulling my head even closer. As I continued to lick and suck on her nipple, I gradually moved my hands, so that I was caressing not only her breasts, but her sides and belly and hips, too. By this time, I was as hard as stone, and she had to be able to feel my penis pressing against her crotch – but she didn't move away. After a minute or two, she twisted a little, so that I would repeat what I'd been doing on her other breast; and when I'd given that one equal time, I started switching back and forth between them – first one breast and nipple, then the other, all the while continuing to caress her sides and belly and hips. As she got more and more aroused, I could start to smell her juices, and she started rubbing her crotch against my erection, making both of us even hornier. Just when I thought I was going to explode, she suddenly pulled away from me, and stood up. She quickly undid her jeans, and pulled them down, leaving me with a view of her crotch. It was sparsely covered with fine, black hair, so that it looked like her slit was hiding behind a dark fog – enough to make things interesting, but not enough to hide the view of her wet, puffy vaginal lips and erect clitoris. She stood there for a few moments, letting me look at her, knowing that I was getting even more excited by it, and she enjoying the fact that I found her so sexy.
Finally, though, she stepped forward again, and dropped to her knees, so that she could reach forward and start to undo my pants.
She got as far as unfastening my belt buckle before Good Sense reared it's ugly head, and I grabbed her hands, saying 'We can stop here, and now, and there won't be any harm done to
In just a few moments, she had my pants unfastened, and the zipper down, and was trying to remove my pants. I stood up, and she quickly pulled my pants down around my ankles, leaving me standing there in my shirt and underwear, my obvious throbbing erection just inches from her face. She leaned forward a bit, and rubbed her face against my erection, sniffing deeply at the wet spot on the front of my underwear from my pre-cum. She raised one hand, and cupped my balls in it while she slid the other hand under the leg band of my shorts, and used her fingertips to brush through my pubic hair and slowly stroke my erection. After a few moments, she removed her hands, reached up, and pulled my shorts down to my ankles, too; as my erection sprang free, it grazed her cheek, and came to rest on her lips. With a mischievous look up at me, she stuck her tongue out, and ever so slowly licked the underside of my penis from my balls to the tip.
By the time she got to the tip, I thought I couldn't stand any more, and damn near blew my load all over her lovely face. She took the head of my penis in her mouth for a few seconds, as though to get the taste of it, then
