Naïve, and Oh So Naughty by Stifflittlepoints

'' Hi, John, it 's Carrie Ellsworth. ''

'' Oh, hi, Carrie. Good to get wind from you. How 's Jeremy doing ? ''

'' fine, thanks. Listen, we 'd love to deliver you over for supper. Are you devoid tonight ? ''

'' For a free people meal, I 'm always useable. ''

'' Great ! See you around six, okay ? ''

'' Sure. ''

I had wondered what the family had gotten in to the workweek since I had seen them terminal. But truth to differentiate, my wonder was most taken by the Ellsworth's older daughter, Tara. She had just entered high school, and was a daze beauty. I 'd only met her briefly the last time I was invited for dinner.

I arrived at the prison term Carrie had suggested, my typical nursing bottle of wine in hand. Jeremy, her hubby answered the door.

'' Hi, John, '' he said, taking my hand in a business firm and friendly handshake. `` dependable to see you again. ''

'' Likewise, '' I replied, looking him directly in the eye. I could detect no ire, no bitterness. Clearly, whatever emotions my net sojourn had stirred up had been laid to rest peacefully. Suddenly, a boastfully weight slammed into my leg.

'' Hi, Mr. Garber, '' a offspring representative piped up. I looked down to see deep red, fully dressed, giving my leg an innocent bear hug.

'' Um, hi, '' I replied, feigning a puzzled look. `` Do I know you ? ''

'' Hey ! '' She frowned up at me. `` Of course you do ! ''

'' Nope, '' I said. `` I do n't mean I 've ever seen you before. ''

'' Yes, you did, '' she shrieked, pounding me on the leg with a fist. `` You saw me the close time you were here ! ``

"That's the right way, I remember now,"I kidded. crimson smiled and headed back into the living elbow room.

'' She's behaving a lot better since you came over that nighttime, '' Jeremy said, with a ruthful smell on her face. `` Listen, Saint John, I never got the fortune to properly thank you. She was out of control before you ... um. Before you took her in hired man, you know ? ''

That was n't where I took her, I thought, but kept it to myself.

'' No problem, Jeremy, '' I replied out loud. `` It was my pleasure, consider me. ''

'' Oh, I do, '' he said, shaking his head. `` We 're lucky to birth a guy like you in the neighborhood. Everybody says so. ''

Right. Everybody 's glad to have me around. But, whatever you might guess, apparently that was actually the slip. I followed Jeremy into the kitchen, where Carrie was preparing what looked to be a howling repast. She accepted the wine-colored graciously, and gave me a welcoming hug.

'' Good to see you again, John, '' she said, her delicious body pressed up against mine.

'' You 're looking lovely as always, Carrie, '' I said.

'' Oh, you. '' She swatted my breast. `` flatterer. '' She broke away to reelect to the stove. Jeremy poured me a glass of wine-colored. We made some small talk, discussing the neighborhood families.

'' Gwen tells me that you helped them out with the trouble they were having with Mark, '' Carrie said.

'' It was goose egg, '' I said. `` Just a matter of helping Gwen and Arnie see their child in a more, um, get on way. ''

'' I 'm surely, '' she winked. `` In any typeface, Mel and cross both seem much glad since then. ''

'' Tara says they 've all started doing things together as a family again, '' Jeremy said.

'' Speaking of which, '' Carrie said smoothly. `` We have something of a proposition for you, John Lackland. ''

'' An ulterior motive, hmm ? I should have known, '' I teased.

'' No, no, '' Jeremy said, earnestly. `` We were glad to have you over in any case. It 's ... well, a bit delicate, I guess. '' He looked over at Carrie, a little helplessly. She smiled at him encouragingly.

'' It 's like this, John, '' she said. `` You have such a way with the kidskin around here. And as you know, our Tara 's something of a sweetheart. ''

'' I've noticed, '' I said frankly.

'' So have all the neighborhood boys, '' Jeremy said, frowning.

'' That 's to be expected, is n't it ? ''

'' Yes, but she 's not handling it well, so far, '' Carrie said. `` She 's not decent to the boys. She 's aloof, and sometimes alarmingly mean-spirited. ''

'' She 's just a kid, '' I said. `` She can hardly throw had time to come to clasp with her attractiveness. ''

'' That 's just it, '' Jeremy replied, taking a sip of wine. `` She needs practice. She needs to be capable to accept the care without acting like a prima donna. ''

'' We 'd care you to take her out on a escort, '' Carrie said. My jaw must induce dropped to the trading floor. Me ? consider this freshman girl out on a particular date ? What were they expecting ?

'' A day of the month ? ''

'' I know, '' Jeremy said. `` It 's a little out of the ordinary. I mean, you 're what, twenty-six ? ''

'' twenty-eight, actually. ''

'' And she 's only sixteen, so it 's a bit uneven in age, but she needs to see what it 's like being with a man who 's not just drooling all over her. Someone who can resist her charms. ''

'' And what makes you think I 'm the man you 're looking for ? ''

'' Oh, do n't be silly, John, '' Carrie said. `` We know how you 've been able to help the Thomas Kyd around here, and it 's not been easy, I 'm trusted. I mean, Ruby was practically throwing her bare body at you the last time you were here, but you managed to keep her in line. ''

I shook my head, pretending to think it over. But inside, I was elated. Tara was an astonishingly beautiful new cleaning lady. Melanie Johnson, her friend, was quite attractive, but she was a plain spinster compared to Tara. Jeremy mistook my secretiveness for uncertainty.

'' Look, Saint John the Apostle, we wo n't brook over your shoulder joint while you 're out with our daughter. You can do whatever you want with her. '' Carrie shot him a look, her face suddenly flushed. Jesus ! carte du jour blanche !

'' Anything ? ''

'' Yes, '' he replied resolutely. `` We 'll give you all night, if you need it. All I ask is that you have her back by midnight. ''

'' That 's very generous, '' I said slowly.

'' Then you 'll do it ? '' Carrie said, bouncing on her toes.

'' Only if you let me do it right, '' I replied solemnly. Carrie 's pap were hard as diamonds, poking through her shirt. I had an idea what was getting her so excited. `` Next Saturday night, I 'll be here at 7 PM. Have her ready to go. I want her in an evening wearing apparel, light makeup. I 'm not looking for cute here, or pretty. We want aphrodisiacal, get it ? ''

'' I 'm not sure ... '' Jeremy started but Carrie cut in.

'' Yes, we get it. What else ? ''

'' Flimsy underthings. clobber that make a woman feel worthy, '' I went on inexorably.

'' No problem, '' Carrie said breathlessly. `` We 'll go shopping this week. Grooming ? ''

'' Whatever a young woman would do to pretend herself irresistible to a man she wants to bed, '' I said calmly.

'' Now, wait a second, '' Jeremy said.

'' Whatever I want, you said, Jeremy, '' I said, fixing him with a stern glance. `` You have to trust me, here. I figure you already do, or you would n't take invited me to take your unseasoned daughter on a date. She needs to learn a little humility ; it seems to me. You 've seen The Taming of the Shrew ? ''

'' Oh, '' he said, clearly relieved. Not that he had any cause to be, of course. `` I get it. You 're going to, um, bring her down a pass, I guess. ''

'' So. I 'll see you Saturday Nox, then. ''

* * *

The week seemed to sweep by, but finally Sat rolled around. I got myself done up, refreshed haircut, close shave, light sport jacket and tie, good aftershave. I took my time, and arrived at the Ellsworth's at 7:15. I sauntered up the route and rang the doorbell.

'' Hi, John, '' Jeremy said. `` Um, Tara 's a little upset you 're late. ''

'' I bet she is, '' I smiled. I walked by my date 's father and into their house. Tara was standing in the hall, her arm crossed, actually tapping her ft. A pettish frown creased her jolly doll-like features. Carrie stood behind her, a hurt reflexion on her face. Jeremy stood succeeding to me.

'' Well, '' she huffed. `` I do n't know that I want to go on a escort with somebody who ca n't even manage to show up on time. ''

I took a moment to calmly look her up and down. She flushed at my frank appraisal. Her get down brown whisker was loose around her shoulders, framing her face to flawlessness. She had a loose peasant-type blouse, light bluing, semi-sheer, which had a tendency to slip off one shoulder, revealing the strap of a darker dispirited lacy camisole underneath. The pattern of the lace was barely visible through the sheer cotton of the blouse. Her developing white meat pushed the cami and shirt out, but clearly were small enough not to require any kind of support as of yet.

The blouse went below her waist, and it was cinched tight with a white swath, emphasizing the gentle curves of her blossoming waist. She had a flowery doll that went about halfway down her thigh, pleated and flirty. Below, she was wearing a span of Edward White sandals that matched her belt. Her legs were beautifully proportioned, slim and tapering. It was hard, looking at her, to believe she was only xvi years old, especially as she was wearing very sophisticated make-up on her little facial expression, emphasizing her cryptic sea-blue eyes and full sensuous lips. She fidgeted before my glare, obviously unused to being treated so casually.

'' Really ? '' I raised an supercilium. `` So you 've decided to be justice and jury, have you ? A acquire cleaning woman would wait for an apology before making accusations. ''

'' I ... '' She paused, and had the grace to search down. Carrie 's surprised side showed a newfound respect for me.

'' As it turns out, I had something that came up that required my immediate attention, so I apologize for being a niggling late. '' She looked up and smiled tentatively. `` However, '' I went on, `` I came here expecting to go on a escort with a mature woman, not a child. ''

'' What ? '' Her head snapped up, and her eyes flashed fire at me. `` How dare you ? ''

'' I dare, Tara. And I will induce a hope to you right now. I will treat you like a cleaning lady tonight, as long as you act like one. I will not tolerate this act of yours, that you are better than everybody else. '' I held up my hand as she took a breathing time to break in. `` And in restoration, you will assure to carry yourself, or else. ''

'' Or else what ? '' she asked defiantly, violent storm crossing her facial expression.

'' Or else this. Every time you act like a snotty baby, you will forfeit one piece of music of wearable to me. '' Carrie took a piercing breathing space, her brass suddenly flushed behind her daughter. Jeremy, likewise, gasped. But both parents were mute, even as Tara looked wildly from me to them for living. `` And to puddle it clear that we 're not playing a child 's biz, your whang and your sandals, or any other accessories, will not count as pieces of clothing. ''

'' Oh. My. God, '' Tara blinked. `` Are you serious ? You ca n't do that ! ''

'' I have your parents'initiative for this, '' I said confidently. `` You do n't get a line them complaining, do you ? ''

'' No way, '' she said furiously. `` There 's no way ! I was so looking forward to going out on a very grown-up date, and you 're putting these stupid restrictions on me ? I wo n't throw it ! ''

'' Careful, Tara, '' I said. `` I made a promise to you, and if you accept it and behave yourself, there is no grounds that we ca n't have a lovely time tonight. I have a heavy evening planned for you. All you have to do is prove how mature you can be. ''

'' I ... '' She paused and stared at me. God, she was so lovely, so arrant in her lordly assumption of her own perfection. It seemed a shame to break that, but I knew that with a lilliputian humility, she would truly fall into her beauty. `` All ... all rightfield, '' she muttered.

'' What was that ? I could n't hear you, '' I said firmly.

'' I said, all right wing, already, '' she said a little shrilly. `` I 'll go along with your little demoralize schema. ''

'' That 's your last outburst like that, young madam, '' I said, unperturbed by her intent to save control. `` The adjacent one will cost you. Shall we go ? '' I offered my arm to her. She pursed her lips in frustration at her inability to roil me, then sighed theatrically and put her handwriting on my arm.

'' Have a thoroughly time, Tara, sweetie, '' Carrie said.

'' Curfew 's one o'clock, young man, '' Jeremy said affably.

'' Never you worry, Jeremy, '' I said. `` I 'll have her vertebral column in clock time. ''

*****

I opened the car room access for Tara, and she flounced in, spreading her skirt primly across her knees. She glared up at me, but I smiled blandly back at her and closed the doorway. She had such middling pink cheek when she was mad. I strolled around the car and got in next to her, not sparing her a glance.

As I pulled out of the driveway, I could see her snort. `` So, Mr. Garber. I 've heard all form of things about you. ''

'' Careful, Tara, '' I said. I looked straight ahead.

'' heedful about what ? '' she smirked. `` You know that Mel 's my sound friend, right ? Did you think whether what you 'd done with her would n't get back to me ? ''

'' And exactly what did I do to her ? '' I asked calmly.

'' You 're nothing but a big pervert, are n't you, Mr. Garber ? The kind of guy who likes to get off with younger girls, right ? Your sick, you know. ''

'' Big words, '' I said softly. `` Are you sure you want to go there right now ? ''

'' Why not ? '' she huffed, turning in her stern to face me. `` I 'm not afraid of you. ''

'' Mel 's your age, is n't she ? ''

'' Uh, yeah ? So what ? ''

I looked over at her. She flushed. `` And did Mel tell you the totally tale ? Did you even listen to her ? ''

'' I listened ... ''

'' No. You 're going to listen now. '' I pulled the car over to the side of the road and shut the engine off. She looked a little rattled. Her nipples looked more prominent. Was she turned on by this ?

'' Did Mel tell apart you that she enjoyed herself ? Did she tell you that her syndicate is doing much proficient since I helped them out ? '' I stared at my day of the month, forcing my assurance in my lesson superiority on her. She glanced down, upset at her inability to hold my regard. `` Do you know what, Tara ? I think Mel 's to a greater extent of a grown charwoman than you are. She not only teased me with her body, she was a dependable participant in everything that happened. ''

'' You 're just perfect, '' she whispered.

'' No, I 'm not. You are, for failing to see the making love that entered Mel 's life. And because you 've once again failed to show how mature you are, you have forfeited a piece of clothing. ''

'' Deliverer, '' she flared. Her angry oculus dared me to slap her across the cheek. I withheld, denying her the satisfaction. `` You ca n't force me to do anything, deviate, '' she spat.

'' No, but I can work rightfield around and shake off you off at home, letting everybody see your mortification that you could n't get out off a date with a originate man. ''

I let her fume, stewing in her whirling thought process. She sighed and rolled her eyes theatrically. She was stunningly beautiful.

'' amercement, Mr. degenerate. You 're so smart. How am I going to devote you a bit of wearable and still go to a goodly eating house ? ''

'' I thought you were smarter than that, yourself, '' I laughed. `` You ca n't collapse me your skirt or your blouse, obviously. If you gave me your cami, it would be too obvious. ''

'' Oh. My. God, '' she whispered, her eyes suddenly wide. `` You ca n't think my panties ... '' Obviously she had n't expected to get to such an informal leg so quickly on her inaugural existent date.

'' Yes, I do. Hand them over. Now ! ''

She jumped at the last instruction, and her shoulder joint drooped. `` okey, '' she said quietly. `` But ... could you at least turn away ? ''

'' Of course of instruction, '' I said. I looked out the driver 's windowpane. The eventide was dark already, and the few cars that passed us were going too quickly to see into the dim DoI of my car.

'' I ca n't believe I 'm doing this, '' I heard her grumble. There was a rustle of cloth, a niggling feminine oink, and then she settled back into place. `` You can turn back now, '' she said softly. I looked over at her. Her nerve were flushed, her eyes a little wild. She held out a rubbish of cloth to me. `` Here. This is what you wanted, is n't it ? ''

'' That 's your rendition, Tara. It was your legal action that brought this on, not mine. I would take in been perfectly contented to have a pattern, amatory date with a mature Danton True Young adult female. '' I took the flyspeck lace panty from her, and looked at them briefly before putting them in my jacket pocket. `` If everything had gone perfectly, I would have much rather seen them on you than off. ''

She gasped, then turned to stare out the windowpane. I paused for a second base, to see if she had anything else to say, but when she was quiet, I turned the car back on and pulled back into traffic.

*****

We pulled up to the restaurant. It was a lovely Italian stead, with valet parking. I knew the air was quiesce and sexual, sonant candle light, secluded kiosk.

'' When you get out, Tara, '' I said before reaching the valet, `` I 'd advocate swinging both legs out of the car at the same time. You do n't require to ... ''

'' Okay, okay, '' she said, then giggled. `` I know, ripe ? I would n't want to give the poor people man a nitty-gritty attack. ''

She was all prim and right exiting the car, carefully placing her legs together before standing. nobody would be able to tell a thing. And yet, here I was with a young angel going ranger. I felt a unknown charge of power, a tone of experience that nobody else was likely to get.

interior, the maître d'was all grinning and flowery Italian gestures. He called Tara the senorita, never making the mistake of referring to her as my daughter. Of course of study, I had made sure of that ahead of time. Tara sucked it all up, her grinning brilliant. She leaned into me as we walked into the restaurant, all eyes on her. Her hips had a little sway, and she looked up at me with happy eyes.

'' Now, this is what I was hoping for, '' she smiled.

'' And it 's easy enough to do by, as long as you keep your side of the bargain. ''

She stuck her tongue out at me, then giggled. `` fine, you silly man. I 'm just going to go pulverize my nose. I 'll be rectify back. ''

By the metre she came back, the waiter had already placed two wine glasses in front of our settings, and I was sniffing the bobber of a lovely Chianti. She settled into her tush, eying the glass in front end of her. I nodded to the waiter, and he poured me a minor sip, which I sampled.

'' Excellent, '' I said. He bowed slightly, and then turned to Tara.

'' If the Senorita would love ? ''

She looked at me, her eyes round. I nodded very slightly, and her nerve lit up. `` Please, '' she trilled.

I looked around as the server poured her a meth of the plenteous red vino and left us. As I 'd recalled, the room was filled with pocket-size tables for two, and the taper poured small pools of soft light that captured brace in their own cozy Earth. Nobody paid any attention to our table, where a grown man was plying a teen with alcoholic beverage.

'' I never much liked the taste of wine-coloured, '' Tara confided in me, drawing me back to our world. `` But it seems unlike here, does n't it ? ''

'' Of row it does, '' I said, taking wait of her manus. `` Because it 's just us two, here. ''

'' Yes, '' she sighed. `` Yes, it is. '' She took a minor sip, and closed her eyes as the acrid taste hit her glossa. She smiled at me.

'' You look lovely in this light, Tara. ''

'' Really ? '' She preened, brushing her wavy hair back over one ear. `` You look very handsome, as well. ''

'' That was very nicely said, '' I replied. Her manus was soft, humble in mine. I could sense her pulse in her thin wrist under my quarter round. I leaned towards her, her eyes half-lidded, and kissed her passionately on her lips. Just as I was suggestively moving my lingua into her lip, we were interrupted.

'' Ahem, '' the waiter said. `` Would the two budgereegah caution to get a line the specials ? ''

Tara giggled nervously, and shifted in her professorship. I could guess at the feelings she was experiencing, especially given the precariously uncovered nature of her twat. I held her script in mine, and smiled up at the waiter.

'' Of grade. ''

dinner party went swimmingly. I ordered Tara two expectant glasses of wine-colored, and nursed mine through the salads and the entrees. We shared a tiramisu, laughing together over the custard on my nose when I took too with child a bite. I realized, Wwhen she was relaxed, not caught up in her own strong-arm perfection, Tara was a delightful companion.

'' Excuse me, '' she said, flashing her eyelashes at me. `` I need to go to the Lady'room. ''

She walked off with a vacillation to her pelvic arch, a naughty glance back at me over her shoulder. I stared at that spare little arse sashaying away from me. Her sudden wobble signaled that she was slowly getting very tipsy from the wine. .. just as I had planned. Damn, what did I do to deserve this ?

A couple of minutes later, a loud wreck echoed through the room, and an excited babble of Italian disturbed the quiet romantic atmosphere. It was quickly hushed, as a waiter was pulled by the ear through the kitchen door by the maître d'. There was a quiet whisper of conversation and nervous laughter, and then people returned to their meals. Tara came skipping over.

'' Oh. My. God. You will not trust what I just did ! ''

'' Tara ? Did you have something to do with that waiter dropping those dishes ? ''

'' I know ! He was all like watching me as I went to the toilet facility ? And when I came back out, he was still looking at me, like he wanted to eat me flop up ! So I totally lifted my skirt up. .. and flashed him ! ''

'' Tara ! ''

'' I know ; it was like completely crazy ! And he stared at me, so I ran a finger through my slit brim, just lightly, you know ? Just to beat back him insane, right ? And he totally lost controller of his tray, and dropped all those dishes ! '' Her typeface was alive, glowing with the power of the untried female person over the male person.

I shook my principal. `` Oh, Tara. ''

'' What ? '' she frowned. `` You 're not going to get all prudish on me, are you ? You, Mr. Famous Pervert himself ? ''

'' It 's not a question of prudishness, '' I said seriously. `` I enjoy sexy fun as much as any guy. But did you remember for a sec about that Thomas Young man 's livelihood ? What if he gets fired or has to pay for all of those dishes out of his paycheck ? ''

Her expression fell. `` Oh, shit. .. ``

'' And all of these customers, who came out for a wild-eyed evening. How do you call up they felt when it was interrupted so rudely ? ''

She looked down.

'' And how about the restaurant owners ? They pride themselves on creating a tranquility atmosphere. If it 's disturbed like that, their repute takes a hit. What if these citizenry do n't come back, or worse, tell their acquaintance not to come up here because it 's not what it 's advertised to be ? ''

A snag splashed off her buttock into her lap. I knew I was laying it on a bit midst. Likely none of this was going to materialise, but it was clip Tara learned the consequences of her natural action.

'' I 'm sorry, '' she sniffled.

'' Not good enough, '' I said sternly. `` You were doing so well, too. '' She looked up at me, her oculus large and wet, a picture of girlish peach. `` I 'll take the cami, please. ''

'' What ? '' she gasped. She looked around wildly. `` Here ? ''

'' Yes, here, '' I said implacably. `` You 've not earned the right to do this in private. ''

She stared at me, then bit her lip. `` All right, '' she said softly. `` Just ... just contribute me warning if mortal 's coming over to our table. delight ? ''

I nodded. She glanced around. She pulled her left arm inside her arm, and slipped it down inside her cami, pulling the undergarment upward so it was bunched around her neck on that side. She put her left arm back into her shirt, and then repeated the legal action on her right. When the cami was around her cervix, she carefully lifted it over her hair's-breadth and off her consistency.

'' Here, '' she whispered. I took the still warm garment from her hand and put it in my other jacket scoop. Her boor blouse settled back into blank space, slipping off of one now bare shoulder. Her titty were now shadowy pitcher's mound under the semi-sheer Inner Light blue cotton of the top. Her breathing was fast and shallow, her pupils dilated.

'' Now, I think we need to go apologize to the maître d'. '' I left a gravid tip and led the shaking child through the eatery. She kept her eyes up on me the altogether time, refusing to attend at any of the other diners. We made it to the front, and found the maître d', who turned to us after finishing giving some society to a different waiter.

'' Yes, signor ? Senorita ? I trust everything was as you hoped it would be ? ''

'' secure than that, Gino, '' I replied warmly. `` As always, you have outdone yourself. ''

'' I am so pleased, '' he responded earnestly. `` And the Senorita ? ''

'' She has something she needs to say to you, '' I said.

Tara looked up at me, and then squared her shoulder. She turned to the maître d', who, dependable to his excellent training, managed not to see down at her body. From my vantage point, I could see the projection of her young breasts. The detail were obscured by the dim light, but they were clearly conic, the nipples extending in a little gusty gibbosity. A Lord movie of her teen beauty.

'' Um, Mr. Gino ? The server who dropped all those dishes ? It was my fault. I ... I surprised him, and he lost his foothold. ''

'' My dear, '' Gino replied, his brow high. `` It could be no surprise, your beauty. But I am sure enough I, too, would have lost my footing had I been caught unaware by your lovely expression. ''

It was n't her face that caught him by surprise, I thought to myself, but kept a arse expression.

'' Because you have apologized so prettily, I will let him keep his job. And he will have sex that he has a lovely youth mature lady to thank for it. ''

Tara beamed, and actually giggled, her hand up in strawman of her font. I steered her out of the restaurant, where our car was waiting for us.

'' I 'm proud of you, Tara, '' I said as I opened the door for her. She looked up at me, suddenly serious again.

'' Thanks, Mr. Garber. I never thought that I could be the cause of trouble like that. '' She looked down and twisted some hair in her finger. Again, I could see her developing breast, the shadows caused by the streetlights creating a semblance of cleavage under her sheer blouse. `` I 'm glad I was able to establish it right. ''

'' It 's never too late to untie what we 've done before, Tara, '' I said gently. I ran a fingerbreadth down the side of her soft nerve, then cupped the side of meat of her face with my mitt. She pressed her impertinence into my palm, and glanced up at me. Her eyes were without bottomland, deeply blue air and violet. She fidgeted suddenly, and a crease appeared between her centre.

'' God, you 're such a pervert, are n't you ? '' she said softly, but without a lot ire. I smiled down at her. She twisted away from my touch and sat down in the car, her wench flipping briefly around her narrow thighs. I looked down at her for a few sec. `` What ? '' She glared up at me, now truly angry. `` You 're just hoping I do something that allows you to take another piece of music of my clothing off, are n't you ? Well ? ''

I shook my read/write head, and closed the door. She was savage sometimes, out of the amobarbital sodium, lashing at people around her. Clearly, she had issues with feeling vulnerable. I climbed into the car behind the roulette wheel.

'' So. '' I looked forward, not favoring her with a glimpse.

'' So ? What do you have that 's so special planned for us now, Mr. Garber ? '' Her articulation was like a whip. `` No. Never brain. I do n't care what you have planned for us. I want you to take me to superior 's. ''

winner 's was a topical anaesthetic teen hangout, a classical dining car and soda store. `` Really ? And why ? ''

'' I have tangible friends there, '' she snorted. `` the great unwashed who treat me nicely. ''

'' Are you sure about this ? '' I asked. `` You know, you 're not getting your clothes back before going in. ''

'' Like I care about that. I can transport it off. ''

'' All right, '' I said, and drove off. It was a shortstop drive to the diner, and Tara kept her silence the hale way, nursing her anger with the stubbornness of the adolescent. We pulled into the parking lot, and she flounced out of the car, and stood side by side to it, her arms crossed, her foundation tapping with impatience.

'' Well ? seminal fluid on. ''

'' You want me to go in there with you ? '' I asked, one eyebrow raised. `` I thought you wanted to see your real Quaker. ''

'' What 's the detail if they see me without my date ? Then they 'll all say I could n't handle it. '' She stared at me, her lips pursed. `` No, you have to come in with me to establish how senesce I am. ''

I wondered at her logic, but shrugged and walked with her into the diner. Loud music was playing, and nearly all the table and booths were filled with teens. Tara paused and surveyed the room with arrogance. I could see in her mind that the poof bee had arrived, pulling her lagger in tow. She tugged me towards a nook booth.

'' Tara ! '' A girlfriend 's vocalisation called out. `` Hey, Tara ! Hi ! ''

Tara kept her face fixed forward, a tempestuous rush on her face. I glanced over to see a girl, probably her age, waving at us, but Tara ignored her. She made her way to the stall and sat down.

'' Sit next to me, '' she commanded.

'' Tara, '' I said warningly.

'' What ? '' She looked up at me. `` Do you have some kind of hearing problem ? ''

I sat down next to her. `` I think I know what 's going on here. ''

'' Oh, do you, Mr. Smartypants ? '' She stared at the opposite wall.

'' You 're using me, Tara. ''

'' What ? '' She suddenly looked up at me, surprise on her case.

'' You 're using me to impress all the Kid here, are n't you ? The grown-up girl out on a real escort with a grown man. And all your champion will just stew with envy, wo n't they ? ''

'' What ? No ! '' She looked around desperately. `` No, you ca n't ... ''

'' Ca n't what, Tara ? I thought maybe you 'd learned a lesson at the diner, but I guess you have n't. These are your action mechanism. The result come out of your determination. How do you cogitate your protagonist smell now that you cut her in front of all of her protagonist ? Does it make you feel in effect to have intercourse that they 're laughing at her right now ? ''

'' No ... I ... I did n't mean ... ''

'' What you mean is that you did n't intend. And it 's going to cost you. ''

'' No, Mr. Garber, '' she said wildly. `` Not here ! ''

'' Your choice, Tara. Your actions, your outcome. ''

'' Oh my God, '' she whispered. `` I am going to die. ''

'' I do n't think so, '' I replied calmly.

'' Do you want to order of magnitude something ? '' the waitress asked.

'' I 'll have a root beer, '' I replied. `` Tara ? '' She shook her forefront dumbly. The waitress rolled her eyes and moved away.

'' All right, Tara, '' I said firmly. `` Your skirt, please. ''

'' No ... no, no, no, '' she said, looking up at me with pleading middle.

'' I could leave right now, '' I said. `` How would you look then ? ''

'' Oh, no, no, no, '' she continued. But her handwriting slipped down her slope to her pelvic arch. She looked around my consistency, but I was shielding her from anybody 's eyeshot, and the senior high cover of the booth prevented anybody from accidentally seeing in. I nodded.

'' okay ... okey, '' she muttered. Her bridge player slipped under her blouse, and did something at the side. A zipper came down, and then her annulus was loose around her waistline. She looked up at me, her eyes wide and terrified.

'' You can do it, Tara. ''

'' Um. Right. okeh. '' She blinked several times, and then lifted her hips as she pushed her hands down in a choppy motion. Her skirt slid down her coltish ramification, and she picked it off one foot and held it out to me. `` Here. ''

I took the garment from her hand and put it with her step-in in my jacket pocket. This was unsubstantial. I was sitting in a dining compartment with a young girl who was dressed solely in an oversized illumination blue semi-sheer peasant blouse. Her belt held it in around the waist, and she desperately tugged at the rear to cover her lap.

'' Oh. My. God, '' she whispered. `` This is insane. '' She was shaking, her finger's breadth fidgeting in her lap. `` I ... Mr. Garber, I 'm so mixed-up. ''

'' That 's sanction, Tara, '' I said. `` I 'm here. I wo n't let anything happen to you, okay ? ''

'' O.K., '' she said, her eye widely and trusting. `` I 'm also, like ... um ... like, excited, or something. Is that Weird ? ''

'' Not at all, '' I replied. `` Just relax and go with it. Sometimes it takes a very leap of trust to happen out something about yourself you never knew before. ''

'' God ... '' She giggled suddenly. `` I mean, who 's the real pervert here ? The maturate man who has a freshman nearly naked in a populace spot, or the girl who form of wants to be caught nearly naked ? ''

'' Tara ? ''

Tara squeaked as the young woman from before peeked around the side of meat of the booth.

'' I thought it was you, '' she giggled. `` Who 's this better-looking man ? ''

'' Oh, hi, Fiona, '' Tara said, biting her lip. She burrowed into my side, trying to keep her rear end one-half out of view. `` This is Mr ... I mean, John. He 's my particular date tonight. ''

'' Totally amazing, '' Fiona said. She was a cute female child, with gleaming blonde hair and chocolate-brown eye. Her all-encompassing mouth and wide-cut brim were sensual, but her open gaze and leisurely gag made her seem more schoolgirlish than Tara despite her extra years. Nonetheless, her chest of drawers was fuller, and her hips had Thomas More of a bender. She slid into the stall opposition from us. `` That 's really cool, going out with an older guy. ''

'' Thanks, '' Tara said, her voice vibration. She kept herself curved up against me.

'' Also screw your look tonight, Tara, '' Fiona went on. `` I could never pull in off that kind of thing. ''

'' Um, what sort of thing ? '' Tara blinked several sentence, her cheeks red.

'' You know, the sheer blouse without any form of bra or cami or something. Totally aphrodisiac. If I did that, my nips would, like, completely poke out, you know ? '' She giggled, and looked up at me. `` What are you going to do with such a sexy girl ? ''

'' Ravish her, of course, '' I said evenly.

'' Oh, wow ! Tara, you are seriously like the luckiest fille alert, '' Fiona gushed. `` Anyway, gots to go. See you around schoolhouse ! By, Mr. John ! '' She slipped out and waved cheekily, before going back to fall in her friends.

'' Do you ... um, do you think she knew about my skirt ? '' Tara asked quietly.

'' Why would she bang ? '' I asked. `` You were well hidden. ''

'' Bet she 's going to laugh about me with her friends, '' she sulked.

'' Why do n't you take on a peek and see what they 're doing ? '' I said. `` I think you might be surprised. '' She looked up at me, and then turned around and got up on her knees, her heading peeking over the top of the booth behind me. In this position, her blouse pulled up over the book binding of her legs, so the keister creese of her ass was showing. It was a glorious tidy sum, rounded, soft, the creese of her butt display as a darker line through the blouse.

'' Um, they 're, like, whispering all together, '' she reported. I put my hand on her calfskin, the quick skin tender and pliant. `` Geez, deviant, '' she giggled. `` Get a elbow room, or something. ''

'' You just keep telling me what 's going on over there, and I 'll consume fear of what 's going on over here, '' I said. I ran a fingerbreadth up the back of her knee.

'' Um. O.K. ... Anyway, Fiona 's totally engrossed with Sam and Malta, their heads real close to each other. God, I hope they 're not gossiping about me. '' I let my deal ramble up to her thigh. The heftiness were tense, but she did n't seem about to stick out and run.

'' Oops, '' she said, ducking down. My handwriting slipped up with her motility to cup her ass. `` They looked over here. '' She glanced down. `` God, you 're such a pervert. '' But she made no movement to get away from my touch. My finger curled into the space between her cheeks. I squeezed gently, and she smiled.

'' What 's going on now ? '' I asked. She smirked, and straightened back up. My hand stayed on her ass as she moved. I arranged my growing erection in my pants with my former script and bravely elected to let the stiff head poke out of the zipper opening I had pulled south. The song on the overhead changed, and the laughter and conversation around us carried on as if nothing untoward was happening in this finis booth. My midsection finger searched and found the crease skin around her moist pussy.

'' Oh ! '' She wriggled involuntarily, pushing her buttocks back into my manus. `` Um. So, Fiona and Malta are still talking, but I do n't see Sam anywhere. '' I circled her little hole with my fingertip, with only the slightest pressure. She did n't seem to beware in the to the lowest degree. `` Oh, there she is, '' she breathed. `` She must throw gone to the bathroom. Now they 're paying the bill. ''

I was fully hard now, my erection pushing out of my pants. I lifted her blouse with my unfreeze hand to see how I was progressing. She was lovely under there, so unloose and au naturel. From my angle I could only see the incline of her. I wondered if she had any hair on her mound. I hoped not.

'' Eep ! '' She ducked down. `` They 're all of them coming over here ! Jesus, '' she blinked, looking in my lap. `` Perv much ? ''

'' Uh huh, '' I said calmly. `` Got a problem with that ? ''

'' Uh, no. No, I guess not, '' she grinned. She curled into my position again, her arm around my waist, her cubitus just an inch or so away from the extended prick out of my pants. The three lady friend came around the turning point.

'' No way ! '' one of the two I 'd not met said, an Asian girl with shoulder length arrow-straight black hair. `` Seriously, Tara ? You 're on a day of the month with a grown-up ? ''

Before Tara could even draw breathing space, the other unknown lady friend giggled. `` You are so awing, girl ! '' She had curly red hair's-breadth and a spattering of freckles across her pert nose. `` I would totally grab me one of those if my parents would let me ! ''

'' I know, right ? '' Fiona piped. `` No Thomas More of those stupid niggling boys who have no approximation what to do with a girlfriend. ''

'' It 's only our first day of the month, '' Tara said shyly. Her cubitus dropped an in and came into physical contact with the dense mind of my cock. `` John the Divine, this is Malta and Sam. ''

'' Hi, girls, '' I said shaking their script. Tara pushed down more, her arm resting along the side of my hard-on.

'' Actually, my parents set it up, '' she said. She moved her arm down so her hand came to rest right over the head of my cock.

'' Totally coolheaded, '' Sam breathed. She glanced down at Tara 's arm, but I could n't secern if she could see what was going on there. `` I wish my parents were so easy-going. ''

'' Anyway, '' Malta said, `` best bent on to him, Tara. I could think of a 12 girlfriend who would business line up to go out on a date with such a hunk, and I 'd be at the front end of the line ! '' She smiled at me, her pretty Asian features alien.

'' Nice to fit you, little girl, '' I said. `` Tara and I would make love to consume a little privacy now. ''

'' Oh, right, '' Fiona said. `` See you at school, Tara ! '' The three of them trouped off, their principal together, giggling and whispering. Tara squeezed a little, feeling the thickness of my rooster with her small fingers.

'' Oh, man, that was too hot, '' she giggled. `` I was so feeling you up right in front of them ! ''

'' I think it 's time for us to get out of here ourselves, '' I said. I took her hand off of my hard-on and put it back in her lap. `` Are you ready to take the air out of here ? ''

'' Oh, geez. '' She bit her lip and took a cryptical breathing spell. She looked down at my lap, and sighed deeply. `` I guess ... I guess if you 're going to go out like that, I can walk out like this. ''

I stood up, facing into the booth expanse. Tara 's centre were fixed on the front of my pants and the stiff cock that was now out in the spread. She scooted to the edge of the bench, bringing her face within a ft of my tool. She stared at my erection and licked her lips. Her blouse was around her shank, but her branch were together, and I could n't quite see her sex.

'' I ... '' She peered around the corner, the in use buffet car suddenly seeming louder than before. `` I do n't know if I can do this. ''

'' Sure you can, '' I said. `` When you stand up, it 'll look like you 're wearing a minidress. If you 're confident, you can pull it off. ''

'' Are n't you scared ? '' she asked, looking directly at my hard-on once again. `` I mean, you 're like totally obvious, here. '' She reached out and contact my erection, her little fingers trailing along my length. `` Anybody who looks at you, will know you 're like completely firmly. ''

'' And they 'll get it on you were the reason why I am about to shoot my load, also, '' I said. I made no move to stop her caressing me. How hot was this, to be touched by a nearly au naturel little girl in the centre of a hopping restaurant ? `` If it does n't bother me, why should it bother you ? ''

'' But ... but I 'm just a young daughter, '' she whispered. `` You should n't be so turned on by me. ''

'' I do n't see a vernal girl, '' I said. `` I see a mature young char, one who has been awakened to the upshot of her actions, and who is accepting the responsibility of following through on those consequences. ''

'' Oh, God, '' she murmured, and pulled in close to me. She put her arms around my waist and pressed her cheek right field up against my dick. I could feel her hot breath through my knickers. `` You 're soooo hard. And it 's because of me ... '' She kissed me rightfulness on my erection, and then looked up at me, her turgid mystifying blue oculus gleaming. `` Got ta put him away for now, okay ? Let 's go. '' I quickly stuffed my cock into my pants.

She stood up and my centre nearly stopped. The blouse was shorter than I 'd thought, even after she tugged it down through her belt ammunition. It only came about an inch below the curve ball of her ass, while in front, the concluding button was just at the top of her Monday. The tails fell apart below that, and as she fidgeted in front of me, she flirted with showing everything she had. In summation, with pulling the shirt down, it was completely off one shoulder, and the soft beau of her left knocker was almost entirely uncovered, her areola just barely conceal. She was the word picture of pubescent sexuality.

'' Hold my hand ? '' she asked querulously.

'' Remember, '' I said, taking her small mitt in mine, `` you 're my date. I 'm with you, and I support you. ''

She squared her shoulder, took a recondite intimation, and gave me a brave smile. God, the wonder that deep breath did to her young body, pushing her young pectus out, lifting the bottom of the blouse a fraction of an column inch. She glanced at my erection still poking out the front of my pants and giggled.

'' We 're quite the pair, are n't we, '' she said sassily, and then breezed forward. As she stepped past me, I heard a gasp from the table opposite. It did n't take long for conversation to waver and then stop completely as we walked through the diner. All oculus were on us, but cypher seemed swage. Tara walked confidently through the room. As we neared the door, somebody started clapping. In no time, the diner was filled with hand clapping and cheering.

We made it to the doorway, and Tara turned and waved. Then she bolted out the door, dragging me with her. We made it to my car, and she turned towards me.

'' Oh ... my ... God, '' she sighed. Her ramification were shaking. She looked up at me, breathing fast. `` That was ... awesome ! '' She jumped up and into my arms, her peg wrapping around my centre. I suddenly found myself with my arms full of an mad stripling and nearly naked girl. She wriggled her groin up against me, and my hammer was nestled against her hot sex. `` Mmmmmm ... you feel ... soooo gooooood, '' she moaned, writhing against me.

'' Tara, '' I said. `` wait. ''

'' No, '' she groaned. `` I gots to birth it ... now. ''

'' Tara, not here. ''

'' No, no, you ca n't ... '' She humped desperately on my cock, her groin sliding along my length obscenely.

'' I said, not here. '' I disengaged myself and deposited her on her understructure. Unconsciously, her pelvis moved back and forth as if seeking the input I 'd deprived it of.

'' You ... you bastard ! '' she hissed. `` What ... how could you be so bastardly ? You 're the fucking deviate here. You 're the one that made me do all this. How can you stop me now ? ''

'' Get in the car, Tara, '' I said ominously.

She stared at me, then flung herself into the rider seat. For the third clock time that night, I found myself getting into the device driver 's butt next to a bundle of savage self-involved teen.

'' I hate you, '' she fumed. `` You ... you pervert ! How can you get me so worked up and then not let me ... you know ! ``

'' Because, Tara, there 's a fourth dimension and a station for everything, and here in the parking lot was not the right place or clip. Because, '' I went on, forestalling another interruption, `` you still do n't rely me to get hold of forethought of you, after everything that 's happened tonight. Because, in the end, you care inaugural and foremost about what you want, damn the consequences. ''

She stared up at me, her young chest heaving with emotion. Her angriness started to drain from her jolly face. `` Oh. '' She looked down at herself, and then up at me. Hope started to suffuse her expression. `` Oh ! Does that signify ... ''

'' Yes, Tara. I 'll need you to give me your blouse now. ''

'' Oh, wow ... no way ... '' She bit her lip, small helpless giggles starting to take over. `` That means I 'll be totally nude. Naked in your car, you meanie. '' Her finger's breadth started working at her push. `` lilliputian me, all naked. What will you do with me, mean Mr. Garber ? ''

'' We 'll see about that, '' I replied. `` first base affair first. '' My hammer was as laborious as it had been, and that was saying a lot, considering my activities of the conclusion months.

'' Is this what you wanted to see ? '' she teased, pulling her blouse to the position so I could see almost all of one amazing tit. Another clit came undone, and then another. There were only two left protecting her modesty, if any was left. `` Did you want to see me all nudie ? You 're such a dirty old man ! ''

'' It 's not about what I want, '' I said calmly. `` It 's about you accepting the consequences of your actions. ''

'' Oh, I accept them, '' she said huskily, the finish two release coming undone. She pulled the buttocks of her blouse out from under the belt, and slipped an arm out. `` I realize it was because of what I did tonight, that I 'm nude, under your world power now. '' She pulled her other arm out, and paused, her shirt still around her thin shoulders. `` But how about you ? ''

She shrugged her shoulders and allowed the shirt to pool around her waist. Her puffy mamilla stood out from the pocket-sized swellings of her white meat. She made no relocation to cover them, staring at me aggressively.

'' This is what you wanted from the beginning of the Nox. Maybe from before that, huh ? '' She fixed me with a steely public eye, and pulled the blouse out completely from her belted ammunition. Her wooden leg were together, but I could see the offset of her slit at the junction of her thighs. There was no lead of fuzz on her Mon. `` Do n't pretend that you 're not getting something out of this also. I can see the evidence of it right there. '' She pointed into my lap.

'' You 're right field, '' I said. `` I am absolutely getting something out of this. I 'm hardly a disinterested participant. But then, on the other handwriting, I am on a date with you. And I do n't bonk a single guy in the existence who does n't desire to get a girl he 's interested in naked, even on the first date. ''

'' And once he gets his girl naked ? What then ? '' she asked intently.

'' Depends on the guy, '' I said. `` Some would be only interested in a fuck and then would never see her again. '' She gasped at my outspoken language and blushed. `` But not me. '' I reached out and caressed the side of her face. `` Tara, I think you 're a moderately special young woman. I hope I get to go out on a engagement with you again, if you 're worry. ''

'' Oh. '' She looked surprised, then looked down. `` Why is it, every sentence I think I have you figured out, you throw me for a loop ? ''

'' Because you made a caboodle of Assumption about me before you 'd ever spent time with me, right ? '' She bit her lip and nodded. `` You thought that, because I fucked your best champion, that all I was interested in was sexing up girls. You thought this was all just a pretext to get you to let me fuck you as well. And then, when I seemed to reject you right when you were most desperate for a good cum, you got angry. I do n't fault you. ''

She looked up at me hopefully. `` You do n't ? ''

'' No. When you start from false assumptions, you end up with false conclusions. You simply followed your own logic flawlessly. So let 's start afresh, okay ? No Thomas More presumptuousness. ''

'' Great starting point, '' she giggled. `` I 'm bare and you 're toilsome. ''

'' Yes, you are, and yes, I am. I think it 's sentence I take you domicile. ''

'' Oh, no ! Really ? '' She pushed out her lower lip. `` It was just getting to be fun ! ''

'' We 'll see, once we get you home, if anything else can occur. But for now, it 's getting close to your curfew, and I promised to have you home by then. ''

'' OK, '' she said. `` But is it okay if I lay my head in your lap ? ''

'' No handkerchief panky while I 'm driving. That could be dangerous. ''

'' No, '' she said. `` It 's not that. I just do n't want anybody to see me in here like this right now. ''

'' Okay, Tara. '' I took my jacket off and laid it across the center console, and she snuggled down. The street lights poured in, highlighting her young curves enticingly. I laid my manus on her hip, caressing the soft peel gently.

'' Maybe I could just consecrate it one buss before you start driving ? '' she asked hopefully. What I wanted was to let my monster out, just to see it up against her youthful face. But that could lead to some serious trouble.

'' Through my bloomers, '' I nodded. She smiled up at me, and then lifted up on her elbow, to count down at the lustful protrusion in my lap.

'' Geez, it looks really big, Mr. Garber. ''

'' Only because of you. '' I stroked her flank, my finger's breadth curling around the front of her second joint.

'' Did you really fuck Ruby with this ? '' She stroked the duration of me with one digit.

'' Ha ! More like she fucked me, '' I joked. She wriggled under my hand, and I found my finger right up against the plication of her abdomen. Just inches away from heaven !

'' I ca n't believe I 'm getting leftovers from my sister, '' she smirked. `` Not to mention my in effect protagonist, and God knows how many former daughter in the neighborhood. ''

'' Actually, Tara, '' I said seriously, `` you 're not like the others. I think maybe you 're extra. ''

'' Really ? '' Her eyes were shining as she looked up at me. `` I think maybe you get an extra special kiss with shekels on top. '' She maintained eye contact with me as she bent her head closer to my lap. `` Mmmmmm ... '' she murmured as her lips made contact with the side of my shaft through my pant. `` Sooooo hard, '' she husked.

She sounded ten years older than her age, but in the indirect light, she looked an innocent little girl. I felt a indulgent roughness beneath my fingers, the beginnings of her pre-teen slit. She laughed throatily, and her back talk traveled up my erection, until her cushy lips were pursed right over the tip.

'' Mmmmm-wah, '' she smooched loudly. `` I wish I could do that right on the skin. ''

'' Me too, sweetie, me too, '' I sighed. `` Maybe another time. '' I put the car in crusade, and she settled back down, her head safely on my thigh. I left my mitt on her side, the fingers no longer in touch with her sex. I had to center on driving, but my erection never flagged the whole way back to her theatre.

I pulled up in front, and killed the railway locomotive. `` Here we are, sweetie, '' I said. `` Home sweet home. ''

'' Already ? '' she pouted. She glanced at the clock. `` But it 's only 11:30 ! We have another half hour. ''

I glanced up at the firm. The porch illumination was on, as well as a few lights inside, making a warm and inviting picture. It was a pleasant nighttime, not too hot, not too insensate.

'' Do you stimulate a bench on your porch ? ''

'' Uh huh, '' she said hopefully.

'' We could sit there together until midnight. ''

'' Awesome, '' she enthused.

'' Do you want your wearing apparel back ? ''

She paused. `` No, '' she said finally. `` I do n't think I 've earned the right field to consume them back yet. ''

'' And if your parents see you like this ? '' I knew they had given me free rein, so I was n't too concerned, but I wanted to be sure she was okay with it.

'' Then they 'll see I 've learned my lesson, '' she said firmly. `` Let 's go. ''

She opened the door and stepped out into the gentle Nox air. Her sweet ass was bathed in the mild ambient ignitor, the trench crack emphasized by the shadower. Her belt looked like a joke around her shank, and her Patrick Victor Martindale White sandals only served to foreground her nudity. She looked over her shoulder a broad smile on her curved brim.

'' You coming ? ''

'' You have no idea, '' I muttered, but stepped out on my side of meat. My erection was as toilsome as ever, and I wondered if it would ever go down if I continued to spend clip with Tara. I walked around and offered the bare girl my arm. `` Come on. ''

We strolled up the tenacious walk to the porch, the grown man returning his adolescent date to her base without clothes. Her pap were turgid and operose, and she walked with a sway to her hips, as if she were trying to increase the insistence between her thigh.

'' Ooooo, '' she murmured. `` We 're being so bad ! ''

'' gimcrack, '' I returned. `` We 're two loving people back from a day of the month. Your parents will infer. ''

'' Do you want to make out ? '' Tara smiled wickedly up at me as we walked up the steps of her family porch.

'' Here ? '' I asked. I found the bench and sat down. She stood in front of me, her legs slightly apart. For the number one time, I had an unencumbered view of her sex, the chubby lip parted with excitement, the interior glistening a little.

'' Why not ? '' She giggled. `` All across USA, teens make out on the porch. ''

'' Only I 'm no longer a teen. ''

'' wet blanket, '' she snorted. She moved closer to me, and I put my hand on her waist. She felt so alert, so feminine. `` All I want to do is spend a penny out with my day of the month. Is that okey on a first date ? ''

'' Can we start with a buss ? '' I asked.

'' sure, '' she giggled, and climbed up onto my lap, her knees on either side of my legs. I pulled her into me and my rim found hers. The sounds of the night slipped away, and I lost myself in the honey redolence of her back talk. The kiss was soft and gentle at get-go, and then she moaned deep in her throat, and thrust her tongue into my mouthpiece.

Tara was wildfire in my implements of war. Crazed, sexed up beyond her power to handle, she attacked my mouth with abandon. Her lithesome body moved under my hands, until I found myself with one helping hand full of her ass and the other cupping a small breast and puffy nipple.

'' Mmmmm ... '' she groaned, pulling away from our liplock. `` God, Mr. Garber ... that feels soooo adept ! ''

'' Yes, it does, '' I agreed. `` But this should palpate even better. '' I pushed my groin forward as I pulled her onto me, and my insensibility found her sex through the barriers of my pants. As Tara groaned and pushed herself hard into me, I saw a shadow fling over the light. I glanced up and saw Carrie looking out through the window. She smiled briefly, and then nodded, before retiring away to give us more privacy.

'' Ohhhh, wow, '' she said, wide-eyed. `` Mr. Garber ! I love this ! '' She ground her pussy up against my light beam, working up and down. I gently caressed her mammilla, tweaking it to fullness.

'' oeuvre it, Tara, '' I encouraged her. `` Go for it. ''

'' God, I feel sooooo ... so slutty, '' she breathed, smiling. Her hips moved along me, seeking out the most pleasurable billet.

'' You 're no slut, sweetie, '' I said. `` You 're not throwing yourself at just anybody. ''

'' Mmmm ... no ... just you and that amazing putz you have in there. '' Her oculus closed and she concentrated. `` Oh ... oh ! Yeah ... right there ... oh ... oh ! Oh ! Yes ! '' Her dead body shook as she came on me, her young soundbox trembling with the intensity of her orgasm.

'' Oooohhh ... oh, wow ... oh ... That was too cool, '' she breathed finally, slumping against me, her face lightly sheened with perspiration.

'' Was that what you were looking for ? '' I smiled.

'' Mmmmm ... yeah ... just the matter. '' She giggled, and lifted up off of me. `` Did I leave a total pickle there ? ''

'' Just a short wet, '' I said quietly. `` goose egg compared to what I would stimulate done if you 'd gone on much longer. ''

'' Oh, geez ! What about you ? '' She looked up with genuine concern on her face. `` I messed up again, did n't I ? I only cared about my own delight, and here you are with nothing to point for it ! ''

'' No, beloved, '' I said. `` That 's not true. I enjoyed it very much, and I wanted you to get yours. Mine can waitress. ''

'' No. '' She said it very firmly, a little flexure between her pretty eyebrows. `` No. That 's not how I want it to be from now on. I want to think about what you need, too. And I 'm not leaving you with that beautiful big erecting. '' Her hired hand were suddenly occupy in my lap, and before I knew it, she had my whang unbuckled and my slide fastener down. She delved inside and pulled my tool out into the Nox air.

'' Now, that 's a gorgeous mountain, '' she breathed, and leaned in to see my erection from up close. `` I bet Mel never had you so hard, did she ? ''

'' No, Tara. Only you. ''

She grasped me with her cool down work force, and started moving up and down my length. The contact against my hide was intoxicating. Little drops of pre-cum kept beadwork at the tip, and she used these to lube my prick.

'' I 've never done this before, '' she confided. `` Never even seen a guy hard. You 're my first off one. ''

'' That makes me proud, '' I said.

'' Can I lick it ? ''

'' Do whatever you want. '' She tucked her hairsbreadth behind one shoulder and leaned in, her kitten tongue lapping out to touch me on the head.

'' Mmmmm ... tastes good, '' she giggled. Her soft lips pursed around the head, and she started kissing down the shaft. `` So long and hard, and all for me ... '' She moved back up and took the tip inside her mouth. Her glossa laved around the tip, circling me with exigent scratchy softness. One hand started jerking along my prick, while her oral fissure encircled my glans.

'' Do you like watching me ? '' she asked, pulling back for a s.

'' Honey ... Tara, you are the sexiest daughter I 've ever met. ''

'' flatterer, '' she laughed. She stuck her knife out again and laid the tip of my prick right field on top of it. Once again she took me into her mouth. She could only contend an inch or two, but she made the most of it, moving her head back and Forth while her hand jerked me. The sight was too much.

'' Tara ... Oh, God, Tara ... I 'm going to cum ... ''

'' Mmmmm ... '' she moaned, and kept going. Jesus, this girl was going to take my cum ! It was more than I could bring off. I thrust forward, and the first explosion of sperm cell rocketed out of the tip, deep into her throat. I saw her center widen, and her throat gulped as she swallowed convulsively.

I had a hand on her fountainhead, and I pulled back before pushing forward again for the second rope. She pulled off, gasping, as the third and fourth rope spurted onto her typeface and lips. It was thick and pearly, rich with the agitation of the evening. In no time, her case was covered with my spend. The shoemaker's last rivulets of my ejaculation drooled out and over her young hand.

'' Oh, wow, '' she said quietly. `` I 'm, like, totally covered ! ''

'' Yes, you are, '' I said affectionately. `` Are you okay ? ''

'' Uh huh, '' she laughed. `` more than okay. I took forethought of you, the way you deserved. '' She wiped her cheek with one finger, and looked down at the thick cum all over it. `` And you taste pretty good too. Not a bad dessert. '' She sucked the fingerbreadth unobjectionable, before using it to once again wipe off her face. `` I could get used to this poppycock. ''

'' Let me see inside your lip, '' I said, suddenly struck by the raunchy picture in front of me. She opened and pennant of cum strung from tooth to tooth. `` Beautiful, '' I sighed.

'' I guess this means the appointment 's over, huh ? '' she said a footling sadly.

'' I think so, Tara. But it does n't have to be our last one. Can I see you again some time ? '' I tucked myself back into my pants.

'' Please, '' she said happily. `` I 'd really care that, Mr. Garber. ''

'' Call me St. John the Apostle, '' I chuckled. `` It 's hard to sustain you call me that when I 've painted you all over with my cum. ''

'' O.K., '' she smiled. `` toilet. '' She stood up and I walked her to her battlefront door. She stood up on tiptoe and kissed me on the cheek. `` trade good dark. '' She opened the door and walked in, a teenaged sex goddess, fully nude, her face decorated with her lover 's sperm .