This is a fictional story. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, scinarios or persons, is entirely coincidental. Bit of a slow burn setup. Some ages have been intentionally kept a little vague, though if you pay attention and are even somewhat remedial at math, you'll get within the ballpark. If age differences aren't your thing, go ahead and hit that 'back' button now.
I moved here over ten years ago with my then girlfriend. I’d been taking care of my Grandmother when she suddenly passed. Soon after I discovered she’d left me her house as a “thank you”. I’d always loved her house. Quiet, somewhat secluded. A small neighborhood deep in the woods on the outskirts of a small town. The kind of place where you read the national news and are both shocked and relieved that you don’t live near any of that shit.
It would be hard to make a living there, opposed to where I’d been living, three states away in a major city, but I’d find a way to make it work. A chance to get away from the noise, pollution, crime, and traffic. What did I have to lose? I didn’t have a job since I’d dropped everything to take care of my Grandmother. Didn’t have but a few friends. Family was gone, save for my Dad whom I’d been on the outs with for the last few years. My Grandmother left me some money, her life insurance and survivor’s benefits which could keep me afloat for a couple years. Plenty of time to acclimate and find a job. Two months later my girlfriend and I moved into my Grandmother’s old house.
Fast forward just over a decade, the girlfriend is gone. My Father passed shortly after and left behind a considerable amount of valuable things that brought a staggering amount at auction. A few lucky investments later and I’m basically retired, living alone, and loving it.
Who am I? For the purpose of this story you can call me Brian. Gen Xer who just turned 50, but as typical of my generation, I don’t look it. I work out regularly, eat right, have a full head of hair, look better than most guys half my age, and aside from a little gray in my neatly trimmed goatee, you could easily mistake me for being in my 30s. You’d think I’d have women flying at me crotch-first from every direction, but I’ve become quite reclusive as I’ve gotten older. More-so after my girlfriend moved out. I actually enjoy the solitude. I can do whatever I want, keep whatever schedule I want, and the only person I need to please is myself. I can order pretty much everything I need and have it delivered to my door and never have to see another person for months at a time. Except for the neighbors.
As I mentioned, it’s a small, isolated neighborhood on the outskirts of a small town. I’m surrounded by thick forest, and you can even see a lake from the front yard. Half the houses in the neighborhood are vacant, and there’s no rush for anyone to move here since hardly anyone knows this place exists. Most of my neighbors keep to themselves except for one.
A few months after I moved here, one of the empty houses near the end of the street picked up a new resident too. A younger couple and their three small children. They were loud, obnoxious, trashy, and a blight on the neighborhood. The Mom moved out not long after the youngest child was in kindergarten, leaving the kids and their Dad, who wasted no time with the revolving-door of moving trashy women into the house and them leaving not long after. He drank heavily, and didn’t ever seem to care where his kids were or what they were doing. They’d sometimes end up at my house wanting to pet the girlfriend’s cats or generally displaying bored, unsupervised, adolescent behavior. Not bad, just lacking in proper parenting.
That pretty much ended not long after the boys hit their teens, and I was actually relieved to see it. By the time my ex moved out they’d not visited in a few years, which worked out great for me. Single guy, living alone, last thing I needed was the neighborhood kids coming around. That’s how ugly rumors get started.
About a year after my ex left I did some remodeling on the house. It was long past time for me to update the place and I wanted to officially make it mine. One of my favorite updates was converting the large patio porch on the front of the house into something of a semi-outdoor den. Two solid walls on the sides with a couple windows and a door, screens and blackout curtains along the front, carpet, a few comfortable pieces of furniture, and a hot tub. I love spending time out there. Spectacular view of the forest and lake, nice breeze in Autumn and Spring, and total privacy when I draw the curtains closed. No one bothers me, so I can relax and enjoy nature without the rain and bugs. That is until one fateful night.
You see, I haven’t talked about the third neighbor child. The youngest; the daughter. Long blond hair, hypnotic blue eyes, and cute as can be. My ex often said, “that little girl is going to break a lot of hearts someday”. And she was right. Lisa had all the makings of an absolute knockout when she got older. Thing is, Lisa always kind of weirded me out. Even as a young child she seemed...different. Far more mature than she should be at that age. Far more mature than her older brothers. While the rest of her family seemed like they’d be right at home clubbing each-other over the head with banjos in the front yard, Lisa never came across like that at all. Some around here call that a person with an ‘old soul’. However, all that paled in comparison to the way she would look at me. It was the kind of look that if it came from an adult woman I’d be thinking, “Oh damn, this chick wants my nuts in her mouth”. Only that look; that piercing blue bedroom eyes stare accompanied by a wry, almost mischievous, smile, was coming from my neighbor’s kid. It always made me feel uncomfortable when she’d smile at me like that.
Oh, right, the night in question… It was late Summer. That evening it turned unusually cool for August. Following a very long hot spell, this was a welcomed precursor to the Autumn to come. After being cooped up inside for the last several weeks, I was eager to draw the curtains closed on the porch and slip into the hot tub. I switched on the jets, turned on the ambient lighting and had been relaxing in there for about thirty minutes when I thought I heard a gentle rap at the door. I switched off the jets and listened closely, and the knock came again. I though, “Who in the fuck could be at my door? It’s after midnight.” I eased out of the hot tub, grabbed the robe I keep hanging on the wall next to it, fastened it around me and glided quietly toward the door. The knock came once again. I ask who it was and the voice on the other said said, “Lisa. I wanted to ask you something”. Completely befuddled by this late visit from the now teenage girl down the street, I dropped all caution and opened the door.
“Lisa”, I said, with an obvious confused tone, “What are you doing here?” I could barely make out her features, but the street light down the way silhouetted her outline almost perfectly. I’d only ever seen glimpses of her in recent years. I knew she’d grown up, but didn’t realize just how much. Her jeans shorts and under-sized t-shirt hugged tightly against her hourglass frame. Her long blond hair cascaded over her shoulders, and despite the darkness, the ambient lighting from porch was just bright enough that I could see that smile of hers. The same smile that always made me feel uncomfortable, but now seemed a little less eerie plastered across a more mature face. Still, I couldn’t get past the idea that this was the same girl whom I’d basically watched grow up.
“I wanted to ask you something”, came her reply. By now I know I was looking even more confused as a barrage of questions fell out of my mouth. “Do you realize how late it is? Why aren’t you in bed? Where’s your Dad? Where’s your Brothers?” Lisa seemed to shrink a bit at my questioning. She bent one knee so that just her toes were touching the ground while balanced on the other foot, she twiddled her fingers and dropped her head a bit. “I couldn’t sleep so I went outside, then decided to go for a walk, that’s when I heard your hot tub running and I knew you were out here so I figured I would come talk to you. My Brothers are in bed, I think, and my Dad was drinking all day and passed out on the couch. I’m bored, and don’t have anyone to talk to, so I thought I’d come talk to you. Ask you a question. Hey, do you still have the cats? I want to pet them.”
“No, Brenda took the cats when she moved out. You shouldn’t be here, Lisa. Don’t you have friends online you could be talking to if you’re lonely?” I ask.
“Nah. Dad changed the password on the internet after he caught Wesley looking up stuff he shouldn’t be.” Lisa looked past me as if she didn’t hear anything else I said, and ask, “Can I see your hot tub? I’ve never seen one up close before.” I didn’t even have time to muster up a response, she ascended the last couple steps, pushed by me, and strode across the porch. “Ew, you’re wet”, she giggled. She walked up to the hot tub, paused a moment, then spun to face me. Her figure was much more visible to me now in the pale blue ambient lighting of my porch. She had a relatively small stature. I seem to recall her Mother being short as well. Her legs were tone and slightly tanned, teetering on sunburned from the late Summer sun. Her womanly figure was much more obvious now, from the curve of her hips, to her narrow waist, and her chest accented by breasts that appeared slightly larger than what someone her age should be sporting. They certainly weren’t building them like that when I was that age.
“Lisa”, I repeated, “You shouldn’t be here.”
Lisa then took on a bit of a coy look and ask why.
“Because, it’s late, I’m a single old man living alone, and you’re a teenage girl standing next to my hot tub after midnight. You should be at home, asleep”.
Lisa made a dismissive gesture with her hand and let out an equally dismissive ‘pish’ sound. “You’re not that old, bro. Besides, no one knows I’m here. You said it yourself, it’s after midnight. Everyone in the neighborhood is asleep or passed out.”
I then gestured toward the door. “I am that old, and you being here could leave me with a lot of explaining to do.”
Lisa turned and swished her hand around in the water. “Bro, everyone is asleep but us. Hey, can I swim in your hot tub?”
I stood there dumbfounded by the sudden change in tone and outright arrogance of this girl. “First off, I’m not your bro. Secondly, you don’t swim in a hot tub, you lay in it and relax. Thirdly, you don’t have a swimsuit, and finally, you should not be here without another adult”.
Lisa spun back to face me, “Okay, Brian. I won’t call you ‘bro’ anymore. And for your information, I’m wearing my bikini under my clothes from being at the lake earlier.” She tucked a thumb into her shorts pulling them down low enough to expose the tied waist-strap of what appeared to be bikini shorts, as if to prove it to me.
I furrowed my brow in confusion. “Well...that’s a little convenient. But it doesn’t take away from the fact that you shouldn’t be here alone, at night, with me, asking to get into my hot tub.”
“Bro, chill. I just want to try it out. I’ve never been in a hot tub before”. Came her curt response.
With that, Lisa unbuttoned her jeans shorts and pushed them to her feet, then peeled off her shirt. The shirt fit her so snugly that it pulled at her bikini top exposing the bottom curvature of her breasts. They bounced slightly as the bottom of the shirt tugged at them, then jiggled once more as she tossed her shirt to the side. She then adjusted her top to cover her breasts, and proceeded to kick one foot over into the hot tub.
I stood there dumbfounded by the sight before me. My left hand waved around behind me searching for the open door in order to close it. Last thing I needed was for the super Karen next door to come out unexpectedly and see this defiant teenager climbing into my hot tub.
“Bro, that’s fucking hot!” Lisa exclaimed.
I stormed over to her as she was swinging her other foot into the tub and was now sitting on the edge. “Yeah, it’s hot, that’s why it’s called a hot tub. A hot tub you shouldn’t be in. Now keep your voice down and stop calling me ‘bro’."
Lisa rolled her eyes. “Fine, Brian. That’s just how I talk, br...o.”
I buried my face in my hands. “Look, you said you wanted to ask me something. You can sit there with your feet in the hot tub long enough to ask me whatever it is you want to ask me, but then you have to go.”
Once again, in a show of defiance and totally ignoring my statement, Lisa then lowered herself into the hot tub. “Turn on the bubbles, I want to feel them, she said in a low tone”
Well, at least she lowered her voice. That’s something. Right?
I pressed the button to activate the jets and the moment they came on she squealed then quickly covered her mouth and gave me a wide-eyed stare. After a moment she moved her hands long enough to mouth the word, “Sorry”.
“Lisa, look, you have to go. If someone heard you, I’m going to run inside and claim you broke in.”
Lisa then gave me that smile. No, a much more devilish one. “But Brian, you said I could ask you a question. Besides, I distinctly recall you inviting me over.”
My jaw hit the floor. “Young lady, are you trying to blackmail me?” I ask.
Lisa then sat back in the tub, her smile never faded. “Not if I don’t have to. Now, get in the hot tub and let me ask you my questions.”
“Wait...questions? Plural? You said ‘question’, singular, as in one question. No, forget it. You need to go.” I demanded. Lisa sat up quickly, grabbed my wrist and looked me dead in the eye. “Brian, I’m wet, and smell like your hot tub. I can go home like this, crying, and tell my Dad you lured me over here.” She then released my wrist and sat back again. “Or, you can get in here with me and answer my questions. Then I’ll go home, take a shower, climb into bed, and this will be our little secret.”
“Who the fuck are you?” I ask incredulously.
Lisa smiled once more and responded by saying, “Get in”.
I don’t know if it was because I felt like she had me over a barrel, or if it was me being hypnotized by her slightly buoyant breasts swaying in the turbulent water, but my brain shut down at that moment. I slid my robe off and stepped into the hot tub. I’m not sure due to the sound of the water jets blasting, but I swear I heard her let out a quick, tiny moan as I exposed my bare chest. I sat across from her and her smiled changed to the one that always made me so uncomfortable. Like that of a craven housewife at a Chippendale’s.
She then hopped up and moved to the seat beside me. She leaned in closer to my ear and said, “I can’t hear you from over there, and you want me to be quiet.”
I nodded, “Ask your question so you can get home”.
“I want to ask you about sex.” came her abrupt reply.
I stood up quickly. “No, absolutely not. You can ask your Dad, your teachers, your Brothers, someone other than me. I cannot have this conversation with you.”
Lisa grabbed my wrist again. “Brian. I smell like your hot tub. Sit down.”
“No.” It was my turn to be defiant. “I’ll call the police and tell them I think someone broke into my porch and was in my hot tub.”
Lisa gripped my wrist tighter digging her fingernails in. “I’ll scream. I’ll scratch you. Right now. The neighbor lady will hear me. Who do you think she’ll believe? Me, a scared little girl who was lured here, or the guy with scratches on his arm? Sit. Down."
Who the fuck was this girl? How did she even learn to be like this?
I eased back down into the warm current of the hot tub and Lisa eased her grip on my wrist, then patted my knee. “Anyway. To answer your question. I can’t ask my Dad because he’s a drunk and a monster. You know that. I’m embarrassed to talk to my teachers, and my Brothers are pervs. I can ask you because you don’t ever go anywhere or talk to anyone. It’ll be like asking AI, but it’ll be our secret.
“Wait...how do you know I don’t talk to anyone? And why not ask AI?"
Lisa rolled her eyes, “Dad changed the WiFi password; remember, dummy? And...I’ve sort of been watching you. I knew Brenda left, I knew she took the cats, I knew you’ve been living here alone ever since, I knew you got a hot tub because I watched it being delivered, and I know you’re always up late at night. I wasn’t expecting you’d be in the hot tub tonight, but when it got chilly this evening and I head you turn on the hot tub, I figured I’d come over.”
I must have looked completely gobsmacked at this point. “You’ve been watching me? That closely? Why? Lisa, we haven’t talked in years. Why now? Why me?”
Lisa sat back and crossed her arms over her chest, a stern look came across her face. “Because…” She looked around as if searching for her next words. “I kind of have a crush on you. I always have.”
My upper lip curled into a disbelieving snarl. “I’m old enough to be your Dad. I’m older than your Dad. I’m nearly old enough to be your grandfather. There are boys your age.”
Lisa huffed. “The boys at my school are stupid. They talk about stupid stuff, and act stupid. Besides...you don’t look that old. You’re actually kind of hot. I guess I always thought so, I just didn’t fully realize it until Brenda moved out. I just always thought you seemed cool. Like...what’s the word? Stow...stoic? Like cool and mysterious. You look like a WWE wrestler. Dad is scared of you. But you were always nice to us whenever my Brothers and I came over to play with the cats, and you never really talked much. I always wanted to talk to you. To get to know you better. After Brenda moved out Dad told us to stay away from your house. That kind of made you seem even more mysterious. Like, what’s everyone trying to hide? Including you. Why do you hide in your house all the time?”
This all hit me like a ton of bricks. Several tons. One right after another. “Lisa...your Dad is right. You should stay away from me. It’s not right for a grown man like me to be alone with someone like you. Even just talking. People will get the wrong idea and I could get in trouble. You know that, which is why you tried to blackmail me just now. You didn’t come over here to ask me about sex; did you?”
Lisa looked down, took a deep breath and said, “Yeah...I’m sorry about that. I just didn’t want you to make me leave, that’s all. I wanted to talk to you. But...I did also want to ask you about sex too. I wasn’t lying about that. What do they call it? Killing two birds with one stone?
I nodded. “Yeah, that’s what it’s called. Still, you shouldn’t be here with me.”
Lisa wrinkled her cute little nose like she was thinking for a moment, then ask, “So are you going to tell me about sex or do I have to go home smelling like your hot tub?”
This caused me to laugh. “Okay. Fine. What do you want to know? I have a feeling you already know more than you let on.”
Lisa blushed. “Well, some. I know about a guy putting his penis in a woman's vagina. I know people do it to have babies, but not always. Dad has women over to have sex but they don’t ever have babies. So why do it?”
I stammered a bit hearing this. Was their Father so brazen and reckless that he’s over there fucking women to the point that his kids know about it? I knew this guy was a piece of shit, but god damn. I tried to be as delicate with the subject as I could. “So, yes, people do it to have babies, but they also do it as a way to show that they love each other.”
“Then why is Dad always so mean to the women he has sex with? He’s always getting arrested for hitting them. That’s not how you treat someone you love.”
Oh shit. How do I approach this? “Lisa, I don’t know your Dad that well, and I don’t know any of the people he...dates. Sometimes people who love each other get into fights. They’re not supposed to hit each other though. That’s why your Dad got arrested."
Lisa thought hard for a moment then ask, “Why did Brenda move out? Did you guys get into a fight?”
Oh fuck. I really don’t like discussing personal things...with anyone. “Brenda and I grew apart. We just...stopped being friends. Not really a fight...more of a disagreement. We just realized we didn’t love each other anymore.”
Without missing a beat, Lisa ask, “Did you guys have sex?”
Now it was my turn to blush. “Yes, we had sex, though, not as much toward the end.”
Lisa was obviously trying to rationalize everything. “But you didn’t have babies?”
I could hear myself stammering again. “W...well...n...no. We didn’t have babies. We weren’t ready for that.”
“Then did you have sex to show her you love her?” She ask.
“I mean, yeah.” I responded. “But people also have sex because it’s fun and it feels good” Maybe I shouldn’t have said that because Lisa perked up with all new interest.
“So people have sex to have fun? And it feels good? How? Like, in what way?"
I thought for a moment on how to deal with this can of worms I just opened. “Um...yes, it can be fun. As for how It feels good...that’s something you’ll have to figure out yourself when you get older.”
Lisa looked puzzled. “So how do you know who to have sex with?”
I exhaled trying to think of the best way to word this response. “Well, I guess you’ll know if you’re attracted to someone, you enjoy being around them, and your body will just let you know.”
Lisa frowned at me looking somewhat confused. “I enjoy being around you, and I did tell you I’ve had a crush on you since I was little.”
“Whoa, whoa, hold on.” I quickly interrupted. “You’re way too young to be having sex, and I’m way too old for you to consider any such thing with me. You need to be thinking about the...”
Lisa leaned forward, covered my mouth with her hand and looked me right in the eye. “Stop. Don’t mention guys my own age again. I told you. They’re stupid.”
I reached up with two fingers and gently pushed her hand away from my mouth. “Okay. But I don’t want you getting confused or thinking someone my age is appropriate either. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to date older guys, but there’s a point where it becomes gross.”
Lisa’s eyes fell to my chest, then my arms, then back up. “I don’t think you’re gross.”
I sighed deeply. “Lisa, you’re kind of missing the point.”
Again, as if she was ignoring me, Lisa sat back against the seat of the hot tub and pushed her chest up so her developing, yet ample breasts were poking out of the water. She poked one with her index finger and watched it wobble back into place. Admittedly, I was unable to tear my eyes away from the spectacle. “So...guys like boobs? Right? Boobs are considered attractive?"
Once more her directness stammered me. “Uh...yeah...breasts can be considered attractive, and most guys like them.” I admitted.
Lisa poked her breast once more and watched it warble. “Brenda had big boobs. Did you like her boobs?”
This question really stunned me, but, I swallowed hard and responded. “Brenda had big boobs...ah...breasts, because she had put on a lot of weight after we moved here.”
Lisa looked up at me, her index finger still poking into her breast. “But did you like them?”
“Ah, well, yeah. I suppose I did.” I finally admitted.
Lisa looked back down at her chest. “Her boobs were way bigger than mine.”
“Well...Lisa...you’re still growing. You just recently started developing...breasts...and they’re going to continue to grow and get bigger. Probably until your mid-20s. They may continue to grow if you gain weight, or if you have a baby someday. You’re pretty much just getting started, and you need to stop directing my attention to your chest, young lady."
Lisa looked up at me and ask, “Do you not like my boobs? Why don’t you want to look at them?
“Young lady, I am not going to answer that.”
Lisa then slipped her fingertips into the cups of her bikini top and pulled them to either side, putting her bare breasts on full display. “You can look at them. My Brothers are all the time trying to see them. I won’t let them because they’re pervs, but you can look at them. See. Do you like them?”
I was in complete shock at her brazen action. There they were. Those newly formed creamy white mounds. They had to be at least a B-cup. Fairly large for someone of her overall build and developmental stage. Her areolas were were puffy and bright pink, probably from being in the hot water. Each was topped with a pointy slim nipple of the same hue. I couldn’t stop looking even if I wanted to. Even if I needed to, which I really should have, I still couldn’t avert my gaze. I immediately felt my dick beginning to swell. This needed to stop. Now.
“L-Lisa…you need to cover them up. You should not be showing me your breasts like that. You shouldn’t show anyone your breasts like that.”
Lisa smiled that smile again. “But you like them. I can see that you like them. You keep looking at them, so I figured I’d let you see them.” She then reached behind her, and untied her bikini top, pulled it from her chest and tossed it over the side. I heard it hit the floor with a wet slap.
“Lisa” I exclaimed. “What are you doing? You shouldn’t do that.”
Lisa just continued to smile and made no move to retrieve her errant top or to even cover up. She just arched her back pushing her chest further out of the water and toward me. She then cupped each breast in her hands and looked down at them. “So when do I start making milk?” She then began jiggling her breasts in her palms.
My eyes were locked onto her chest with no way to break free. “Ah...milk. When you’re getting ready to have a baby. You make milk to feed a baby. Please stop doing that, and please cover up.”
Lisa’s smile just widened. “Nope. You liiiiiike them.” She said in a mocking sing-songy manner. “So if boobs make milk to feed babies, why have them until then?” She ask.
I was stuck. Stuck staring, stuck on the question. Just stuck. “Uh...well...breasts are part of what makes guys attracted to you, so that you can have sex and have a baby. They’re part of the ‘fun’ part of sex, I guess. A means to an end, so to speak.”
I could see Lisa’s mind churning with this new information. “So if I like you enough to show you my boobs, and you like them, then that means we can have sex...for fun. How do we have fun sex?"
That broke the spell for me. “Wait, what? No. No. We can’t have sex. Not fun sex, not any kind of sex. You really should go home, Lisa. This has gone way too far.”
Again, as though she didn’t hear me. “What if we have fun sex and baby sex? My boobs would get bigger, I’d make milk, and I could be your wife. Can only babies drink the milk or can anyone have it?”
As if I couldn’t be any more stunned by what was happening. “Lisa, no, no sex. Not fun sex, not baby sex, and you’re not going to be my wife.”
Lisa then looked up at me, completely ignoring everything I just said. “So, your penis would need to go into my vagina for us to have sex. Right? How do my boobs play into this? Does seeing my boobs make you want to have sex? What if you touch them? Would you want to have sex more? Touch my boobs. Wait...what does your penis look like? Can I see it? I want to see it. Touch my boobs so I can see your penis and we can have sex.” Lisa then reached out grabbing my wrists and trying to pull my hands toward her chest.
I resisted. “Lisa, stop. I’m not touching your boobs, you’re not seeing my penis, and we are not going to have sex. Now stop, put your top on, and go home."
Lisa stopped pulling at my wrists and just froze in place. Her blue-eyed gaze turned cold, and her fingernails began digging into my wrists. “I’ll scream.” Was all she said.
We stared at each other for a long moment. Silence, save for only the water jets. Her eyes cutting into my soul, her fingernails cutting into my skin. She then pulled at my arms again...and I gave in.
She pressed my hands against her soft warm tits. Almost instantly I felt her nipples harden and poke into my palms. She released my wrists and placed her hands atop mine and began working them against her pillowy mounds. Her eyes closed and she cocked her head to one side and visibly melted into the sensation.
For my part, it was a massive mix of emotion. Okay, yes. I had been looking at them before she removed her top. Yes, I wanted to see them. Yes, I wanted to touch them. Hell, I want to kiss and suckle them and give them a proper greeting into the world. But it’s wrong. I know it’s wrong. For so many reasons, on so many levels. I have got to figure out how to get her to leave. Wait...what am I doing? She’s not guiding my hands anymore. I’ve taken control...and I can’t stop. I realized in that moment that I was massaging her breasts and tweaking her nipples. Lisa had turned to face me, granting me full access to her developing chest. Her hands were now gliding up my arms, stroking them, encouraging me to keep going. She moaned and leaned in close to my ear. “It never feels this good when I touch them. You really do like my boobs.”
How do I even respond to that? Do I dare even acknowledge her? I need to stop this. Suddenly I head myself saying, “I love your boobs.” Wait! Where did that come form? Did that come from me? No, Brian! You have to stop….but I can’t. Without realizing it, I could feel Lisa’s hands on top of mine once more. She was pressing my hands hard against her breasts, then she stood and straddled my lap. She release her grip on my hands and cupped my face, pulling it toward her chest while arching her back to meet me half-way. “If you love them, kiss them, Brian. Kiss my boobs.” And kiss them I did. I couldn’t stop myself. I buried my face into those tender orbs and kissed every centimeter of them. And when my lips grazed those puffy areolas, I honed in on her nipples like a tracking hound, taking the whole thing, nipple, areola, and some surrounding tit flesh into my mouth and I suckled like a starving infant. Lisa went form soft coos and moans to a sharp, “Oh my god!” She gripped the back of my head and pressed my face hard against her breast, as if encouraging me to take more of her into my mouth.
“Oh Brian”, she moaned. "God I wish I had milk to give you. Let’s just pretend. Pretend I have milk. Don’t stop. Do the other one.” I followed her instructions to the letter, taking the other nipple and nearly half her tit with it into my mouth and sucked for all I was worth. Lisa bit down on her hand so as not to scream. She was into this just as much as I was. She gripped the back of my head, digging her nails in, every couple minutes she would pull back and shift her chest from side to side, guiding me from her left breast to the right, then back again. After the sixth or seventh shift...maybe the tenth...I lost count and didn’t care, Lisa’s body began to tremble. She full on had a fist full of my hair and was shoving my face so hard into her breast that my nose was feeling crushed. Her body jerked, hard. Then again, followed by a third. Then she began to quake. I held onto her tightly and she lunged forward grabbing my robe that had been draped over the edge of the hot tub and buried her face into it and let out a thankfully muffled scream. Her trembling slowed to a series of jerks, and then she went limp, finally releasing her grip on my hair.
Lisa melted into my arms and I held her there. Her saliva-covered breasts now pressing into my chest. After a few moments her eyelids fluttered, and I was looking into those piercing blue eyes. “What was that?” She ask.
I smiled. “You, young lady, just had an orgasm”.
Her brow furrowed. “What’s an orgasm?”
I thought for a moment. “Think of it as your body experiencing so much pleasure that you sort of explode inside, but in a really, really good way.”
Lisa then looked concerned. “So was that sex? You never put your penis in my vagina. I didn’t even get to see it yet”.
I laughed softly. “Not really. That was called foreplay. It’s part of fun sex. You can have have an orgasm during foreplay, just like you can with sex.”
Lisa’s eyes grew wide. “You mean that amazing feeling I just had is what fun sex feels like?”
I thought for a moment. “That can be part of it, but fun sex can also feel better leading up to that really good explosion feeling.”
Lisa’s eyes got even wider. “Really?” She said surprisingly. “Now I really want to have fun sex so I can know what it feels like.” She then pulls back and looks down between us. “I want to see your penis now.”
Before I could even protest, Lisa plunged her hands into the water and grabbed at the front of my trunks. As I reached to stop her, I froze in place as I felt both of her hands gripping my fully engorged cock. Lisa froze as well once she realized what she was holding. She looked up at me in stunned silence and quietly ask, “Is that…?” Her words trailed off and I only nodded in response.
I could feel her squeezing and slightly readjusting her grip, “It’s so hard.” She whispered.
I attempted to insert myself, to finally put a stop to this madness. I gently took hold of her wrists and pulled, but her grip on my dick only tightened.
“Lisa” I said sternly. “This has gone way, way too far already. We need to stop this right now.”
“No.” She protested.
“Lisa, we can’t do this.” I said.
She then gave me that cold stare again and I could feel what was coming next. “Brian, I’m topless in your hot tub. Your mouth has been all over my boobs. If you don’t show me your penis, I’m going to scream, and you’ll get in trouble. Now let go of my arms, and let me see it.” There was an evil in her eyes, the likes of which I have rarely ever seen in another person. She was serious. I could tell. There was some dark, repressed energy in this teen and she was going to get her way.
I slowly let go of her wrists and her hands went back to exploring my shaft.”Stand up.” She insisted.
With some hesitation, I stood. As my waist came above water she finally let got of my cock and just stared at the bulge that was now eye-level to her. After what felt like several minutes, but was likely only thirty seconds, she said, “Show me. I want to see it.” Her eyes flicked up to meet mine, as if to emphasize the seriousness of her words.
I exhaled long and deep. Deep down I knew I really wanted this. I wanted her to see my fully engorged dick. I wanted her to marvel at it. Even deeper down I wanted to take control of this situation, to bend her in half and shove my raging cock all the way inside her. I wanted to take this gorgeous young woman and make her mine. To not only be her first, but to ruin her for anyone else who might come along after me. It had been well over a year since anyone had even seen my dick, and I needed something like this, but I wanted it to be on my, or at least mutual terms. That’s not what’s happening. I’m being manipulated by a teen girl whom I don't know is even old enough to drive. This mastermind of manipulation has been playing me since before I even opened my porch door this evening. Now she’s in control.
I hooked my thumbs into the sides of my wet shorts. As I did, her gaze fell back down to my bulge which was clearly outlined by the sopping fabric clinging to it. Lisa leaned back into the seat across from me, and as if instinctively, cupped one oh her breasts into her hand and began tugging at her nipple. I noticed her wince slightly, suggesting that her nipples were tender from being sucked so hard just moments ago, but she was undeterred by the soreness.
I pressed down on the waistband of my shorts, feeling the resistance of being stuck to my body as it slowly peeled away. My pubes came into view, followed by the base of my cock. More of the shaft became exposed the more I pushed. Lisa’s eyes were fixed hard to the emerging fleshy pipe. I bent slightly at the waist and continued pushing down my shorts. Now the rim was exposed, then the bulbous head came into view. Once the waistline of my shorts cleared the tip, my dampened dick sprung upward and slapped against my abdomen.
Lisa stared in awe, mouth agape. After a moment she whispered, “Oh my god”. Her eyes flitted up to mine, back to my cock, then to my eyes once more. “How is that supposed to go in my vagina?”
“It’s not” I sighed. “It’s too big. It would hurt. Look, you’ve seen it. You’ve even had an orgasm. You got what you wanted, let’s call it a night.”
Lisa returned to staring at my dick and slowly shook her head from side to side. “No.” She said in a low voice. “I’m not done yet.”
Lisa move forward and reached out, taking hold of my dick and examined it closely. She then looked up at me and ask, “Do guys orgasm too?”
I scoffed at the question. "Yes, of course they do. When a guy orgasms, semen squirts out of that hole on the top, and if that happens inside a woman’s vagina, she may get pregnant.”
Lisa looked astonished. She poked at the hole at the peak of my cock and ask, “From there?”
I nodded.
“So is that the only time...semen...comes out, when it’s in a vagina?”
Her hands were still probing around my cock and balls. “Well, no, it can happen outside the vagina too. In fact, fun sex sometimes involves wearing a condom so the semen doesn’t make it into the vagina, or pulling out just before the guy ejaculates, or squirts his semen.”
Without taking her eyes off the head of my cock, she ask, “Where would you squirt it then when you’re having fun sex?”
I shrugged. “I guess wherever. Into a napkin, a rag, onto the bed or floor. Some women like having it squirted on them. Their thigh, stomach, breasts, face, and some women even like to drink it.
Lisa’s eyes shot up at me. “Drink it?”
I nodded.
“What does it taste like?” She ask.
“I’ve never tasted it, but from what I’ve been told it’s salty. Some women really like it, others say they lean to like it after trying it a few times.” I said matter of factly.
Lisa went back to studying my dick again. “I want to see it squirt. Show me”.
“Is this the part where you threaten to scream if I don’t?” I inquired.
Lisa flashed that devilish grin at me and nodded.
“Thought so.” I responded with a defeated sigh.
I gently pushed her hand away from my dick and replaced it with my own. Lisa shot me an angry look. “You can keep touching it if you want, but If you want to watch me to squirt semen you need to let me handle this.”
I then began stroking my cock as the teen watched on. She leaned back into the seat across from me and focused intently on my actions
The sad fact is that I nearly blew my load while sucking her tits. I almost blew it when she had an orgasm from me sucking her tits. I probably could have blown it a couple times while she was examining my dick...but I held back. It took everything I had, but I held back. I could probably let go now and hopefully put an end to this...but part of me now wanted to give her a show.
So I stroked. Slowly. Prolonging the inevitable.
Lisa looked almost mesmerized at the sight of a man jerking off in front of her. Her lips pursed, her nipples became erect, knees slowly spread apart and her hand drifted to her crotch. She lifted herself from the seat and sat on the edge of the hot tub. Her fingertips traced the outline of her puffy labia through her bikini bottoms. She began running her knuckles up and down over her clit, flinching with each pass. Then she reached over to her hip and untied the strap. The front of her bottoms fell away to one side and before me was a relatively untamed mat of pubic hair. Lisa slid her fingertips along her pink flowery folds. The whole time her eyes were focused on my cock and the hand rubbing it. Her breathing quickened and so did mine. A few more strokes and I could feel my balls begin to tighten. “I’m going to cum, Lisa”, I huffed. She stopped fondling herself and gave me a curious look. “Squirt my semen.” I clarified.
“Where?” She ask.
“Where do you want to see me squirt it? Hurry, tell me, once it starts I can’t stop”
“My boobs.” She announced. “Squirt it on my boobs so I can see it up close.”
I shimmied toward her and she hopped off the edge of the tub to meet me in the middle. As if she somehow knew what she was doing, she dropped to her knees and lined her chest up even with my dick.
“Push your boobs together, quickly” I was holding back with everything I had waiting to make sure she was in the proper position.
Once she pressed her breasts as tightly together as she could, there was just enough cleavage there for me to press my shaft into the crevice and feel the tender-soft resistance, and the moment I felt that, I blew my load. The first shot explored out of my dick and shot cum right on Lisa’s chin, with some splattering her lower lip. She flinched, but mostly held her position. The second blast hit her across her throat. The third, on her chest just below. I repositioned the head of my cock to point at her chest where it disappeared between her breasts and dumped the remainder of my load right between her tits.
Lisa looked to be in shock.
I staggered back and braced myself against the seat of the tub, still holding onto my dick.
I was breathing heavily. This had to be the hardest I’ve cum in years.
Lisa’s was still kneeling almost motionless save for her heaving chest. Finally, she let out a, “Wooooooah”.
Then the tip of her tongue flicked out and swiped at the cum on her lower lip, Just as quickly it darted back into her mouth and Lisa made an odd face as she tasted cum for the first time. My cum.
“That is salty.” She remarked. Then her finger reached up wiping the cum from her chin and slid that into her mouth. Again she made a face. She wiped up the cum from her neck and tasted that. She made less of a face this time. Her eyes drifted back and forth as her lips smacked. She was savoring it this time. She used her fingers to wipe up the cum from her breasts and chest and licked that from her fingers and appeared to be savoring that as well. This time, no strange taste face. “Okay.” She said. “I get it now with having to taste it a few times. It’s definitely salty, but I can see where some women would like it. Sort of like sucking the salt off of a potato chip and not eating the chip...but with a creamy, sort of sticky texture. Everything about it should be gross, but, somehow….it’s not.”
Lisa looked at me still holding my dick, the last bit of cum dribbling from the tip and down my knuckles. “Can I try that too?” She ask. Before I could acknowledge her, she closed the distance between us, I started to offer my hand, but she gently pushed it back down to my cock, and leaned in. First licking the remaining cum from my knuckles. Then I felt her tongue slide across the tip of my cock, lapping up the remainder of what was left. “Ohh.” She exclaimed. “That last bit had an odd sweetness to it.” She then went back to attempt licking more from the head of my cock. Her lips closed around it and I could feel a gentle sucking, like she was trying to get more from inside. “Oh God, Lisa.” I moaned out.
Lisa pulled back. “What?” She ask.
“That felt incredible.” I responded.
“What? This?” She ask, before leaning back down and sucking the end of my cock again.
“Yeah...that.” I stammered.
Normally I’d be half deflated by now, but this...this kept me rock hard. I let go of my cock and grabbed her hand and placed it on the shaft where mine was.
“Okay sweetie, I’m going to teach you how to give a blowjob.” I huffed.
“Open your mouth a little more. Careful not to let your teeth touch my penis. Take more of it into your mouth and suck, just like you would with a Pop-cycle, then slowly pull it back from your mouth while still sucking, but not all the way out. Let the tip stay in.” She did exactly as instructed.
“Good girl. Now suck it back into your mouth. Careful of your teeth. Good. Now back out. Very good”
“Okay, now take this hand and stroke my penis while you keep sucking it in and out. Just like you're trying to suck all the flavor out of a Pop-cycle.”
“In. Oh god, yeah.”
“Out. Just like that.”
“Oh Lisa, that feels amazing.”
Lisa continued a decent rhythm for a first time blowjob for a good couple minutes.
Certainly not the best I’ve ever had, but with some practice, she could be really good in no time.
Lisa released her oral grip from my fully recovered dick and ask, “When are you going to put your penis in my vagina and teach me about sex?
“Lisa…” I slid back down into the hot tub to face her. “Haven’t you learned enough tonight? It’s after 2AM. You really should go home."
Defiant as ever, Lisa crossed her arms over her chest and gave me the death stare. “I wanted you to teach me about sex.” She huffed.
“If you think about it, I kind of did though.” I attempted to reason with her. “We did lots of foreplay, you had an orgasm, I had an orgasm, you got to see how semen squirts out, and even got to taste it. You got your nipples sucked and pretended to be making milk, I showed you how to give a blowjob. What more could you need to know?”
Lisa still stared daggers at me. “You didn’t teach me about real sex. Where you put your penis in my vagina and have fun sex.”
You know what? Fuck it. We’re in too deep at this point. If word gets out about what already happened here tonight I’m fucked anyway. May as well go for broke, pop this hot little teen’s cherry.
“Okay. I’m not even going to make you waste your breath on threatening me again. You obviously planned and orchestrated this whole thing out. If this is what you really want…”
Lisa’s eyes lit up. “Really? You really mean it? You’re going to teach me about real sex?”
I adopted a more serious tone. “You need to understand something. When I put my penis in your vagina it’s going to hurt at first. After that it’ll feel better, but you need to be prepared for the pain."
Lisa nodded solemnly.
“I’m going to need to prepare you first so it won’t be as bad. I’m going to start by sticking my fingers in your vagina. Have you ever done that before?"
Lisa blushed and nodded again.
"My fingers are bigger, and I’m probably going to try to get a couple fingers in you to loosen up your vagina. You ask how my penis is going to fit in there, this is how we do it."
Lisa nodded once more.
"We should probably go inside the house for this. So we don’t make too much noise."
I climbed out of the hot tub and began toweling off. Lisa followed right after. While she was wiping the water off her body, I reached down to her hip and tugged at the remaining side of her bikini bottom strap. It unfurled and splatted to the floor. I then scoped both halves of her bikini up and walked them into the house to toss them in the dryer. “I don’t want you going home in a wet bikini. You’re going to have your hands full as it is covering all this up on your end.” I then grabbed a short stack of towels from the bathroom, gave Lisa a playful swat on her bare butt, and pointed her toward my bedroom.
After lining the bed with towels, making sure to keep the darkest colored ones in the middle, I instructed Lisa to lay on the bed on her back. If my dick had deflated at all it was back at full attention knowing what was coming.
“Okay, spread your legs.” I instructed.
I grabbed a small bottle of water-based lube leftover from when my ex was still here and squirted a generous amount on my index finger.
“You’re going to feel my finger going into you. There’s going to be some pressure, and you may feel your vagina stretching a little, but mostly, this is going to feel really good. Okay?”
I could tell she was nervous. This was probably the first time I’d seen any sign of vulnerability in her all night. Though, that may have a lot to do with the fact that she’s no longer in charge. I am.
I moved in between her legs and slid a folded towel under her butt to elevate her hips, then I pressed my lubed index finger against her sweet little opening.
“Okay, here we go.” I cautioned.
With that I pressed my finger into her. It went in surprisingly easily. She’s obviously been practicing more than she let on. I worked my finger in and out and Lisa began moaning and gripping at the bed.
After a few minutes I grabbed the bottle of lube and lubed up my middle finger as well as reapplying it to the index. “Now it’s time for the second finger. This may be a little more uncomfortable at first.” I warned.
After a dozen or so strokes I could feel her hymen stretching and her vaginal walls release a bit and Lisa began getting into the sensation. She moaned louder, swinging her head back and forth while squeezing her breasts. I took the opportunity to lean in and gently kiss each budding peak, swirling my tongue around her areolas and giving each nipple a little nibble. This seemed to really light her up. She’s definitely one of those with extremely sensitive breasts. My favorite kind.
“Okay” I said gently. “Final stage before I teach you about sex. One more finger, and I’m going to also do something you’re really going to like. I’m going to lick your vagina to get you really lubed up and ready for me." Lisa’s head popped up as soon as I said that. “Lick...my...vagina?” She managed to eek out between heavy pants.
“Yes. Trust me, you’ll love this”. I replied.
After a quick lube application that now included my ring finger, I worked all three digits into the opening of her hot pussy and then leaned in to allow the tip of my tongue to explore her patch of curly pubes. It didn’t take long to find that slightly copper taste of her opening. The instant I did Lisa moaned out loud. I traced her slit up until the tip of my tongue found her clit. She moaned louder still. I glanced up to see Lisa tugging and twisting her nipples.
My palm pressed against her mons as my fingers worked at massaging and widening her entrance. My fingertips pressing against her unbroken hymen. It would have been so easy to just get it over with, but I wanted her to experience having her virginity taken by a steel-hard cock. Meanwhile I was feverishly encircling her hooded clit with the tip of my tongue. Lisa was somewhere between bliss and madness. Then I felt it. The first jerk of her body. Followed by trembles and another wild jerk. A third uncontrolled jerk caused her hips to buck, followed by a forth, fifth, and then her whole body started to quake. A small hand gripped the back of my head and seconds later her whole body went completely stiff. Her hot cum oozed between my fingers and splashed against my palm.
Lisa sat up, threw her head back and cried out. “Brian! Oh fuck, Brian! God don’t stop!”
I didn’t stop until her body relaxed.
I’m pretty sure if my dick could talk it would be screaming, “My turn, my turn, my turn!”
My ex never turned me on like this.
At this point, I don’t even care that this little bitch blackmailed her way into my bed. You are forgiven. I’m still going to make you pay by fucking you like I’m trying to win something, but you’re forgiven.
“Lisa? How are you feeling?” I ask.
“Oh shit, Brian” She said in a winded but somewhat recovering husky voice. “I’ve never felt anything like that.” She took a minute to catch her breath again. “I can’t even imagine how sex is better than that”.
“Just let me know when you’re ready.” I said gently.
“I’m ready. I want to have sex. I want to feel your dick inside me, Brian.” First time she’d used such a crude term in my presence, but that just made it all the hotter for me.
I moved in between her legs and lifter her hips, resting her legs against my thighs and arched her pelvis up toward my crotch. I paused to rub my hands up her flat stomach and caress each breast, then slid my hand back down to graze over her clit. Lisa jumped ever so slightly, obviously still sensitive from her orgasm just moments ago. I gripped onto her waist just above her hip with my right hand, then used my left hand to place the tip of my cock to her hungry opening. I ask one final time, “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Fuck me, Brian. Fuck me right now.” Came her curt response. I'm starting to think her whole 'innocent' act was just that. An act. She definitely knows more than she lets on. After tonight she's going to know a whole lot more.
So with that, I pushed the head of my cock into her.
I paused, looking for a reaction. Any sort of hesitation or resistance. Instead what I got was her pushing herself onto my dick, so I pushed back. It was tight. Tighter than anything I’d ever felt around the head of my dick before. It almost felt like her vagina was fighting against me, trying to push me back out, but I resisted and pushed just a little more in maintaining the forward progress.
Lisa moaned loudly.
A couple more slight, gentle pushes and I found myself choked off by her hymen.
“Last chance to stop” I said.
Lisa responded by reaching up placing her hands against the headboard and shoving herself toward me. I met her action with equal force and ‘POP’ my cock had just blasted through her barrier. Lisa cried out, her body went tense, she sat forward quickly, wrapping her arms around me burying her face in my shoulder and sobbed. I could feel a little warm blood mixed with lube and the remnants of her last orgasm oozing around my dick and seeping out of her onto the towel under her butt. Lisa trembled. I could feel her tightened jaw clenching against my shoulder, fingernails dug into my back. I didn’t dare move.
A few moments later I felt her begin to relax. She slowly withdrew her nails from my back, the tension in her jaw eased.
I slipped my hands under her butt and pulled her onto my lap. In that moment I felt my dick move deeper into her, but she didn’t react in a way that made it seem more painful to her. I slowly pulled my hips back and then forward again. No adverse reaction. I repeated the movement, then again, and again. I then pushed deeper into her. She moaned. I stroked in deeper, another moan. I think we’re okay.
I pulled her toward me while pressing into her until our hips met. I was now buried all the way in her tight little pussy. She was so tight I could barely feel anything because she was nearly cutting off the circulation. Great. I’ll last longer this way.
I pumped into her still being gentle but also while finding a rhythm. Her moans increased. No more sounds of pain, only pleasure.
No more need to be gentle. I pushed her forward off my lap and laid her flat to the bed, careful to stay in her the whole time. I then repositioned her so that her hips were off the bed and her legs were now over my shoulders. Then I hammered my hips into hers, over and over again. Lisa’s moans turned to exacerbated whines as I pounded into her. It’s time to fuck. This teen pussy is mine now. You wanted this, you wanted to threaten your way into my bed, now you belong to me.
Each time I pummeled into Lisa she responded with a high-pitched, “Oh, god, oh, god, oh, fuck!”
Then I felt it. Her body began jerking each time I slammed my dick into her. Fingernails dug into my sides. Then came the trembles and the quakes. No breaks for you little Lisa. Not this time. I fucked her pussy harder and faster. Spitefully. Lisa cried out, “Ohohohohohohohooooo Fuuuuuuuuuck, Brian!” Her hot cum coated the head of my cock but had nowhere to go. Her walls were clinched so tight and my dick was filling her up. The dam was holding, and so was I. I fought hard not to cum, slamming into her a few dozen more times, than yanked my cock out and exploded all over her stomach, with some even splattering her right tit.
I came so hard it actually hurt.
Lisa’s belly was coated in both of our cum, sweat, blood, and lube. I flopped down beside her, completely out of breath, drenched like I’d just gotten out of the hot tub again.
Lisa just stared at the ceiling, breathing heavily.
“Okay,” I said. “I taught you about sex. Are you satisfied with my answers?”
Lisa just laid there mouth agape for a long time, then finally uttered, “That was the greatest thing I have ever experienced in my life. Yes, I’m satisfied.”
I looked at my bedside clock. “Great. It’s after 3AM. Go take a shower, I’ll grab your clothes from the dryer, and if there’s nothing else, you need to get home."
Lisa just nodded, rolled off the bed and crawled toward the bathroom.
Twenty minutes later Lisa was dressed and standing at the door looking somewhat like she did when she arrived. Her hair was a mess, and she had this womanly glow about her.
She turned from the door, wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into a deep kiss. Wasn’t really expecting that.
She broke from the kiss and whispered in my ear, “Can I be your secret girlfriend?”
I pulled her back to look into her enchanting blue eyes. “Lisa...that might not be a good idea right now. Maybe in a few years if you haven’t found someone better.”
Lisa looked completely dejected, and said, “Okay...but can I maybe come by and get another lesson sometime?”
The following weekend I was in the hot tub, and just after midnight there was a gentle knock at the door. No sooner did I get it unlocked, Lisa pushed in and said, “You never finished teaching me about blowjobs. I want to ask you something.”
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Epilogue: Lisa’s late night visits continued somewhat infrequently. Mostly around holiday breaks and Summer vacation. I don’t think she ever dated the whole time she was in school.
Her Brothers graduated and moved out of the house. Her Dad got arrested again for beating up and threatening one of his skanky girlfriends and was sentenced to prison this time. The house fell into foreclosure and Lisa ended up having to move in with her Aunt a couple towns over. I didn’t see much of her during that period, though she did secretly spend Prom night in my bed.
The day she graduated she showed up at my door, still in her cap and gown. Hair still golden blond, eyes radiant blue as ever. Beneath it she wore a party dress that accentuated just how much more shapely she was now.
The following month she moved in with me. Her family was livid. They disowned her, but honestly, that was probably for the best. We married in the Fall, and that tight little pussy is still mine.