I fund myself sizing the young girl up from head to toe like a nervous school boy. To this day, I still don't know who first initiated it but two seconds later Belinda and I were kissing each other with tentative and cautious passion. I swooned under the feel of Belinda's soft lips as they hungrily started to caress mine.
Working my hands down to her waist, I gently dug my fingers into the top of her blue jeans, desperately wanting to let me hands slip down a little further so that I could squeeze Belinda's firm, voluptuous hips. I could taste the tart residue of alcohol on Belinda's breath as I kissed her, a result evidentially left over from the party she was at before the cops busted in. Working my tongue over her lips and slowly seeping it into her mouth, my heart fluttered the moment my tongue and Belinda's collided inside of her mouth. Clenching my hands into tighter fists as I kneaded the young girl's waist, I felt my blood start to boil as it raced through my veins. Unable to resist any longer, I purposefully tried shifting Belinda's body around to lead her towards the bed. She took a willing step or two following my lead, but then gently put her hand on my chest to stop me. Pulling her lips away from mine for just a moment, Belinda stared up into my awestruck face, then through the darkness, down at the bed.
“I want my first time to be…I don't know…special Dave…a little…different,” Belinda whispered, trying in vain to find the right words to describe her mixed up feelings. “First time,” I said to myself, suddenly lost in my own personal perverse longings. I could feel my dick hardening like steel between my legs, pressing out the front of my sweatpants like a rock solid banana as a flood of lustful cravings swirled majestically in my libido. I had to fight my own cock's need to cum right then and there. Even though no one was actually touching my dick, I tried desperately to hold my breath to keep it from shooting everywhere as Belinda's wavered in front of me. “What do you mean?” I asked. “I don't know,” she replied. “My life is in such chaos right now…this is just to easy…too romantic…too normal…I don't know…” As Belinda searched for the words to define her angst, she cast a wayward glance back out the window behind her. I stood there impatiently watching her, sensing the gears inside of her head formulating an idea.
6.
Less than five minutes later, after I had clumsily put my tennis shoes back on, I found myself following Belinda Nye through the overgrown weeds and honeysuckle that served as our apartment complex's backyard. “Where are we going?” I asked trying to conceal the fact that the brisk jog was making me short of breath. I had a pretty good idea as to her intentions as we scampered through the night and the implication of where she was headed made me more than a little nervous. For the fleeting chance to sleep with her however I would have danced through a minefield. As Belinda disappeared into the tree line that served as cover for the train tracks that cut through the rental property, I jumped into the bushes behind her, following her scent in the darkness like a lovelorn retriever.
When both of us emerged from the thicket, the quiet stillness of the surrounding night beat like a drum in my head as my heart thudded in my chest. “You want to do it there…on the tracks…why?” I asked her. “Why not,” Belinda said playfully, swinging her body side to side to a rhythmic beat only she could hear. “So let me get this straight, “ I said. “With all the shit you've gone through, after a couple of serious boyfriends and after that party for your birthday you had…you still haven't gone all the way?”
“Nooooooooo,” Belinda said sarcastically. “I've had my chances…anybody could've the other night…I got so drunk I lost count after guy number five that I promised myself to that night.
Ended up giving a few of the guys a blowjob but once they were done…they were so drunk and so high they just kinda drifted away leaving me there…Heck of a birthday, huh…after they started passing out one by one…I don't know if it was the liquor or the pot I kind of tuned out too.” The sheer thought of her on her knees, going down on all those boys while they drunkenly sat there enjoying it caused my eyes to water slightly from my depraved lust. The mental picture of Belinda kneeling down performing fellatio was superimposed with the real time vision of the 18 year old girl unbuttoning her jeans and sliding them down her waist right in front of me.
Having already ascended the gravel mound that the train tracks were set on top of, I looked up at Belinda high above me, like she was a goddess on a pedestal, as she playfully kicked off her shoes so she could take her pants completely off. “Are you coming up?” Belinda said coyly. “Right behind you,” I replied, feeling my erect dick swing like a led pipe between my legs as I tried climbing up the gravelly hill to join Belinda between the tracks. By the time I had reached the summit of the mound, I took a deep breath and looked around to gain my bearings. Concentrating my gaze down onto Belinda in front of me, I watched her intently as she guided her jeans over her ankles and cast them aside. Standing there now in only her jacket, a tee-shirt and a pair of white panties in the dim fluorescence, I told myself I'd never seen a prettier picture in my life. Kicking my shoes off, I stole a glance down both ends of the empty tracks to see how much of a warning we might have if a train were to come. Guessing we would have about a half mile warning each way, I turned my attention back to Belinda and crept closer. “Soooo…you've wanted to fuck me for a while?” All I could do was gulp, still embarrassed from my earlier admission. “Yeah,” was all I could managed as I stuttered the answer. “Tell me, Dave,” Belinda continued in a serious tone, “have you ever…touched yourself late at night thinking about me?” I rolled my eyes, drowning in my own shame.
Thankfully it was dark enough out there that she couldn't see me blushing from the question or the fact that my cock was starting to jut out the front of my black sweatpants. Still I felt an obligation to give her the answer she wanted, the truth. “Yes,” I admitted softly, “Yes, I have.” “How many times?” Belinda followed up immediately, like a lawyer with a witness on the run.” How many times have you touched yourself…right here… late at night picturing me Dave?” Belinda implored as she reached out and grazed her hand across my throbbing erection. “A lot,” I said, feeling my weak knees on the verge of giving out. “And all these times you thought about fucking me late at night, Dave…did you cum all over yourself?”
Belinda brazenly continued her interrogation. “Yes,” I replied.
“You would lay there and cum all over yourself…thinking about fucking me, Dave?” Belinda asked again, a little louder. “Yes,” I replied again, this time compelled to reply louder also. “Just like your gonna do right now if I don't take my hand off your dick,”
Belinda said arrogantly, knowing she was in total control for the moment. “You better hurry up and fuck me Dave before you waste it…are you man enough to fuck this little tight pussy of mine?”
“lease let me fuck you,” I said pleadingly, praying my actions would somehow speak louder than my words. Taking off my jacket and helping Belinda off with hers, I sat both garments down between the tracks so that she could lay down and have some buffer between her back and the gravel and wooden railroad ties underneath her. As Belinda knelt down flatly and took her place between the tracks, I took a few steps forward, towering above the young girl as I tried committing the luscious vision before me to an eternal place in my memory bank. “Come on, Dave…you've wanted to fuck me all this time…come on and take my cherry…right here under the stars…shove that cock of yours into my cunt and fill me up Baby,” Belinda ordered in a voice that strangely didn't sound like hers. My head was swirling as I anxiously knelt down in front of her, sizing up my options while Belinda's blue words echoed through the night around us.
I inherently knew that a lot of the things Belinda was saying were probably coming from the way she had heard her Mother talk around men all those years of being cooped up in the same place with her and the trash she would bring home. Reaching my hands out, I took Belinda's lead and helped her slip her silky white panties down her legs, my head immediately filling with the unmistakable scent of her youthful arousal the moment her well manicured pussy was stripped bare. Letting the glorious aroma of Belinda's womanhood fill my lungs, I dutifully leaned forward in hopes of getting a filling taste of the sweet young pussy that dribbled with arousal directly in front of me. Just as the startling heat of Belinda's vagina started to caress my descending face, the distant sound of a train whistle caused us both to moan… “Get up here Dave and fuck me,” Belinda ordered me. “You can lick my cunt anytime you want…geez… lick it out after you finish with it…Just hurry up and fuck me before we get killed…my pussy is juiced enough!” With the crystal clear realization that a freight train was speeding our way, when I removed my head from between her parted legs, I cast a questioning glance into Belinda's eyes to see if her resolve to go through with this was still there. All I saw when I stared into her enchanting dark orbs was lustful purpose and certainty. Pushing forward, dropping my body weight on top of the beautiful teenager's pelvic bone, I could feel my cock bluntly press into the tender inner flesh of Belinda's thigh. A deep gurgling quiver lurched from my mouth as my dick rubbed against Belinda's baby smooth skin. Repositioning my hips so that I'd have a better
