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Introduction:

All actors appearing in this story are of legal age

“That man called me sexy…” Kathy murmured. Her face was bright red, her cheeks felt like they were burning. She was so embarrassed... and a little excited, too, though she wasn't prepared to admit that, even to herself.

Some women stand out, even in a crowd. Everyone else becomes a hazy shadow; only she is there. Kathy had seen women like that, but she knew she could never be one of them. Women who stop your heart at first sight; you can't breathe, your brain captures her image instantly, and you think about her for the rest of your life. She envied them, women like that.

She was just a normal, average, plain looking girl; pale skin, skinny legs, boyish face, thick eyebrows, boring brown hair always in a ponytail. Nothing to draw a boy's attention. She was the ordinary girl next door, the kind you'd see in your neighborhood wearing denim mini shorts, a tank top, and sneakers, skateboarding or riding her bike. The kind you'd hardly even notice, and would certainly never give a second glance.

But that afternoon, Kathy had left her bike in front of the comic book store's window and gone inside just like always, her face lit up with a satisfied smile as she wandered among the shelves, surrounded by the familiar, comforting scent of new magazines, and found the latest issue of her favorite superhero, Sluggirl.

On the cover, Sluggirl was kicking her arch-enemy Dr. Kimbalo. The artist had drawn her with one leg spread wide, mid-kick, her bikini top, mini skirt, and sky-high stiletto boots revealing her ample breasts, her tiny white panties completely exposed. Sluggirl's superpower was to render her enemies helpless, by spitting mucus at them. A disgusting power, if you just heard it stated like that... but that was without seeing the way she was drawn! Kathy's eyes travelled every inch of the cover, over and over, absorbing every detail. What she wouldn't have given to be like her! So tall, and busty, and blonde, with such powerful, muscular thighs, and such a big, curvy bottom, like all the boys at school were always slavering all over!

“So sexy...” someone said.

Kathy turned around to see the man who agreed with her. In his fifties she guessed, tall, slightly potbellied, wearing glasses. Smiling at her.

“Right?” chirped Kathy, delighted to have found another fan of Sluggirl. “I think she's very sexy too...”

“Ah... No, sweetie... I mean you... You're very sexy...” said the man, looking Kathy up and down as he said it.

Kathy stared at him, stunned, not knowing what to do. Sexy? Her? The man eeds a new pair of glasses.! Nobody ever thought she was sexy. Cute, maybe... But sexy? No, sir, you're looking at the wrong girl...

She looked around to see who the compliment was really meant for, but she was the only girl in the bookstore.

“Okay, calm down,” Kathy thought, and without giving the man a chance to say anything else, she walked away from him, paid for the comic book, hurried out of the bookstore, got on her bike, and pedaled furiously.

As she sped through the street traffic, the man's deep voice echoed in her head... sexy... so sexy... I mean you... you're very sexy... sweetie... ah Kathy, you're so sexy baby, I want to fuck you... no, he didn't say that... but if a man says a girl is sexy, he wants to fuck her... right?... yes, he called me sexy... He wanted to fuck me… Ouff! This is awful… A man wants to fuck me… Am I really that sexy?

That evening after dinner she hurried quietly to her room, her heart was pounding as she stared at herself in the mirror. Under her short tank top, her small, bra-less little boobs looked like soft mounds. Her nipples had been hard ever since the comic store, stubbornly refusing to go flat again, and they were really starting to ache. Is this what sexy is? she murmured. Mine are so small... other girls my age already have huge, juicy tits, boys go crazy for them, but mine are like two halves of an orange. She took off her tank top and threw it on the floor. She cupped herself in her hands, squeezing them together, trying to make them look bigger as she leaned closer to the mirror, pursing her lips. “You're so sexy, baby...” she said in a deep voice, trying to see herself through the eyes of the man in the bookstore. She didn't understand what he found sexy about her.

“Is it because of my shorts?” she muttered. They were just her normal, every-day mini shorts, her favorites; they were just so comfortable, she'd been wearing the same pair every summer for three years straight. Well... she had grown a bit over that time, and they were now maybe a little too small for her this year, even she had to admit, especially around the curves of her tight, round little butt. The denim had worn thin with age, faded, and the hems were now little more than loose collections of white threads. Now that she was really looking, they were tight enough to show a noticeable camel toe in the front, and there were a few small holes in the back, revealing glimpses of soft, bare skin... the positioning of the holes proving she wasn't wearing any panties underneath, not even a thong. That was embarrassing, she hadn't realized that before now! But they were just so comfy, and Kathy loved her shorts...

"Not me…" she murmured sadly… "just my shorts are sexy…"

She unzipped them, slipping her thumbs under the waist, pushing them down. Wiggling her butt from side to side as she worked them down her legs, kicking them aside with a flick of her toes. She ran her fingers through the soft, sparse, light brown hair on her mound. She always enjoyed caressing her pubic hair; it made her feel so ticklish, in a way nothing else ever did! “I mean you...” she murmured, trying to imitate his voice, looking at her pussy in the mirror, “You're so sexy...” “Aww, nno, siiir, you're wrong, I'm not sexy...” she replied as herself. “Oh, baby, believe me, you are sexy...” she said, shaking her head. One finger had already found her pussy. “I'm not...” she moaned, trembling... “I want to fuck you, baby...” she said, in a determined tone... “Oh, me?” her finger was wet with her pussy juice, her eyes going blurry now, no longer able to focus on the mirror, her breathing quickening as she threw herself back on the bed and spread her legs wide. “You really want to fuck me?” she closed her eyes and imagined the man from the bookstore. “Yes,” the man said, wiping the fog off his glasses. “Yes, Kathy, you're a very sexy slut, and I want to fuck you...” she put two fingers together and slid them into her wet pussy, pumping quickly. “Mmhh, yes, I'm sexy, ahh, fuck me, old man from the comic book store, fuck me, mmph...”

The next day, she woke up with an inexplicable joy. She looked at her naked skin under the sheets, biting her lip. It was the same body as it ever had been... but maybe her eyes were different. Her skin was still pale, still stubbornly reluctant to tan, no matter how much time she spent out in the sun... but she noticed now how smooth it was, how flushed, and lively it looked, with not a blemish to be found. Her legs were still distressingly skinny... but she saw now how they gave her a noticeable thigh gap. Her boobs may have been small, but they were firm, and round, and the perfect size for a man who liked small-titted girls. “My tummy is flat,” she murmured, almost reluctantly, as she admitted it to herself. She turned on her side and cupped her buttocks. My ass is small... but round, and firm, and it has a nice curve. She slipped her hand between her butt cheeks. Closing her eyes, she imagined a dick. That man's dick, the one from the comic book store. She squeezed it between her butt cheeks, imagined it rubbing up and down. Mmhh, mister from the comic book store, your dick is so hard...

In the afternoon, she rode her bike back to the bookstore. She loved the feeling she got when she sat on the bike seat. It felt like sitting on a thick cock that was crushing her pussy. “Sexy,” she murmured and giggled.

She ignored the honking horns as she crossed the street, disrupting traffic. She giggled louder, thinking of all the drivers looking at her, and calling her sexy. She pedaled quicker, lifting her ass and swaying it from side to side, imagining them staring, leaving them with an unforgettable view of her beautiful little butt as she rode away.

She slammed on the brakes in front of the comic book store, screeching to a halt. She dropped her bike and ran inside. A few customers inside turned to look at her, startled by the sound of the little bell above the door. She was out of breath. Then they went back to the pages of the magazines in their hands.

With excitement sparkling in her green eyes, she searched for yesterday's man. Confident now, she strode between the bookshelves and finally saw him. He was standing at the very back, among the adult magazines.

Kathy had never looked at those shelves before, never more than a glance, which had been more than enough. The images of women with huge boobs, their thick, erect nipples and juicy pussies fully out on display, surrounded by men with such enormous, proud cocks... those images had always intimidated her, and had made her feel so inferior when she'd seen them. But that had been before. Before the man had called her sexy...

Trying to suppress her excitement, she approached him as slowly as she could. They made eye contact as he turned the pages of his Young Flowers magazine.

They stared at each other without moving for a few seconds. Kathy's curious eyes were wide open, and she looked impatiently, as if waiting for the conversation that had started yesterday to continue. The man looked her up and down once more and said, “ Hi, sexy…” Kathy's heart nearly flew out of her chest.

“Me... me?” she began, but the words were no longer under her control. She smiled with a huge gulp.

“Oh baby, you're... sweet... sexy... fuckable...” the man was saying something, but Kathy couldn't hear him, her blood pressure was pounding in her ears, she could only smile at the words that flashed momentarily within the man's long sentences.

Before she could comprehend what was happening, she found her little hand in the man's large palm. It was like watching a movie where scenes were skipped. Nervously, they hurried out of the bookstore, got into a taxi, and in the next jump, the man's hand was on her leg, the scene skipped again, to a roadside motel, as she nervously handed her ID to the woman behind the reception desk, saying something she couldn't quite remember. A room key jingled, a door opened, the light came on overhead. She saw a small motel room, a large bed with white sheets. She giggled, somehow her tank top and mini shorts were on the floor next to the bed. The man grabbed her and threw her onto the sheets. Kathy was still trying to make out what the man was saying and get the ringing in her ears to stop when she felt a pain. She looked down and saw the man's throbbing cock, below his belly, thrusting into her. He began pumping, rapidly. Then it was over, within barely half a minute. He pulled out and away, and lay down beside her. It was then that the ringing in her ears subsided.

“Yeah, you really are sexy...” said the man.

“Thank you...” Kathy said. She was in shock, sorting through the still-flashes of her memory, trying to piece together how she'd gotten here. The man had been there, in the bookstore. That much she was sure of. He'd been in the back, looking at... looking at the porno books. And not just that... he'd been looking at the young/old section. She remembered that now. Remembered the sudden heat between her thighs, when she'd seen. “Do you really think I'm sexy?” That was what she'd asked him, she could remember now. He'd startled, caught off guard. But then he'd smiled at her. “You are,” he'd said, but that answer hadn't been enough. “What do you mean by that? Am I just cute? Or fuckable?” she had insisted, and the man had said, "You're quite fuckable, sweetie. A truly hot little piece of ass, there's no question about that!” That answer was better, but she had wanted to know more. “So... do you want to, then?” she asked, giggling. “Fuck me, I mean?” and the man grinned, sadly shaking his head. “Oh, I would love to fuck you... Nothing would make me happier, pet! But no pussy, no matter how tight, is worth prison!” And she'd smiled, shyly biting her lip. “Well you're in luck then, because I'm legal...” He'd raised his eyebrows, clearly not believing her. “Not much more than legal, I know I don't look it...” she'd admitted then. “But I am! I have my ID and everything, I can prove it!” She'd reached out, her small, delicate hand taking hold of the man's much larger one. “Why don't you take me somewhere private, and I can prove it to you?”

When they got into the taxi, she didn't behave herself, putting one leg over the man's. “Are my legs sexy too? I think they're skinny...” she'd teased. “Your legs are long and sexy, baby...” said the man, caressing her with one hand. After a few minutes of making out in the back seat, they'd arrived at the motel. Kathy ran ahead, leaning over the reception desk on her elbows, and said with a giggle, “We need a room! Right away!” with a wetness spreading like a dark shadow in the middle of her shorts. The woman behind the desk had scowled disapprovingly, knowing what it meant when a girl her age arrived with a man who was his. But scowl as she may, she'd given her the key just the same. She grabbed the key while the man was paying cash for the room, bouncing on her toes with excitement, then taking his hand again and tugging him along behind her as she hurried to the room. She'd stepped inside, starting to undress before the door had even swung shut behind him. “Say it again. Do you really think I'm sexy...” she said, and as the man picked her up and threw her onto the bed, he said, “Yes, slut... you're so, so sexy! Let me show you how sexy you are...”

Ah, now she remembered everything, but she still couldn't believe it. She lifted her head while licking and sucking the man's limp cock, and asked again.

“Am I really sexy?...”

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Special thanks to Loupy... English isn't my first language, so dear Loupy put in a lot of effort to correct the spelling mistakes and awkward phrasing in my story. This is harder than it sounds. The nonsense in a text can sometimes be eye-blooding. If you had tried to read this story in its original form, I'm sure you would have hated me. Thankfully, Loupy did that for you. If you enjoyed reading this story, most of the credit goes to Loupy. In fact, we could say this story is a Funnyway-Loupy production. So, let's take a look at Loupy's stories now and reward his helpfulness by giving them high ratings.

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