>What a boring fuckin job >Book >Shelf >Cart >Sigh >Book >Shelf >Cart >Sigh- >Ding! >Ding? >Oh, right, ding >You head to the front of the store leaving your cart of unorganized books behind >Stepping around a bookshelf you see the young silver haired girl who had rung the bell for attendance standing in front of the check out desk >She was cute >Powder blue glasses, hair in a braid >Nice legs too, cute little butt in a skirt >Jesus would you stop thinking like that? She looks like she’s twelve or something >This is dick to brain, negative, we haven’t had a good stroke sesh in a few days now >”Excuse me? Could I get these two books please?” >Shit! “Yeah, sorry about that. Just the two?” >You make your way behind the desk as you speak while mentally reprimanding yourself >Sneak another glance at that butt tho >”Yes please...” >Her voice gives off a hint of embarrassmenot which you pay no mind to >Until you see the books that is >One is just a book on obscure and uncommon medical conditions but the other is from the adult romance section of the shop >You had stocked books a ton of times and had seen that particular book before >It was the third in the series >Kids are getting started early these days huh? >You put on your practiced, blank, customer service face and ring up the items “Alright, anything else I can do for you?” >You look up and the girl’s staring at you, red in the cheeks >Her eyes readjust and you can see a small amount of panic behind them >”No! Nope that’s it, thank you.” >She takes her books and dashes out the door >Weird >Oh well >Your eyes drift down to the open register >Wait! >Fuck! >She ran off before paying >You stand up and bolt out the store searching for her >Nothing >Fuuuuuck >You’re getting written up for sure for this shit... ... >Book >Shelf >Cart >Sigh >Whatever, fuck this shit, you can do it later >After paying for those books out of pocket to keep from getting yelled at yesterday you didnt really have the patience for stocking books in a tiny hole in the wall shop >Besides, the boss lady wouldn’t be in till closing to take the extra cash to the bank >You head behind the counter and open a tab on the computer you use as a register to watch something while the day passes by >Noon turns to evening as 5 pm rolls around >Just a few more hours... >At this rate you might actually get bored enough to read a book >Wouldn’t be the first time >Instead you opt to try spinning a pen around your hand >Instead of a sophisticated twirl you get a clumsy jerk and the pen meets the floor not long after >You curse while bending down to grab the pen >As you do so you hear the door to the shop creak open >Your blood runs cold >The boss wasn’t supposed to be in till tonight and you’d definitely get an earful for not stocking the books yet >You whip up but don’t see anyone there >What? >It takes you a second to notice the small head of silver hair barely poking above the counter >Oh >Right >Customers exist >This one in particular you were familiar with and not in the best way >You squint at her suspiciously with a slight frown “Can I help you?” >Your tone is curt and sharp but you keep a civil pretense for the moment >The girl shifts under your gaze uncomfortably before placing a hand on the counter >”Hi, I was in here the other day and I kind of ran out without paying. You probably knew that though...” >You arch an eyebrow and give a humorless breath of a laugh in response >The girl quickly rolls into her next sentence >”I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to run off like that but I was just in a rush and you asked if I needed anything else so I thought we were done and I just had a lot on my mind and I couldn’t think straight and- and-“ >Her mouth attempts to keep the excuses flowing but her brain seems to have run out of material >You roll your eyes and hold a hand up to stop her “Alright alright, I get it. Relax.” >Your words have at least some effect as the girl’s grip on the counter loosens >She looks up at you with worried eyes >”Did I get you in trouble?” >This time your chuckle does have some slight humor to it “Just my wallet. I put some of my own cash in the till so my boss wouldn’t notice. You know if you couldn’t afford to buy the books you could have just said so and I’ve have given you a discount. Hell you didn’t even have to buy them, we have a reading section in the back with some seats and a table.” >You jab a thumb over your shoulder indicating the lounge area >A pause hangs in the air for a second before you add “Although I don’t think you’d want to be looking through that particular novel outside of your own privacy. Aren’t you a bit young for that kind of thing?” >Her face goes beet red but she ignores the question >”Money isn’t a problem. I’m sorry if I caused you any trouble but here.” >She reaches into her purse before placing money in excess of what the books cost on the counter and slides it over to you >You grab the bill and open the register to get change but she stops you >”Wait, just keep the rest. For your trouble...” >You look at the bill and back to the girl >If she was telling the truth she’d be giving you close to a $30 tip “Are you sure?” >”Yes.” “Why?” >”Why would you have given me a discount?” >That makes you pause for a second since you don’t actually know why yourself “I don’t know. Sometimes shit happens and people need to catch a break. And I know what it’s like to be the one needing it.” >She lets out a chuckle of her own >”Do you really think you should be cursing when talking to customers?” “Do you really think a preteen girl should be reading smut novels?” >You fire back without thinking and regret the words as soon as they’re said >She half rolls her eyes but concedes the point anyway >”I guess you’re right. But now that our business here is done I think I’ll return home and enjoy said novel at length.” >She stares you up and down with a distant look for some time with her cheeks tinging a slight red despite her words “What is it?” >Her eyes lift up to meet yours and she comes out of her stupor with a start, any previous composure seemingly gone again >”Sorry, I just get a little flustered around cute boys.” >With that she turns and walks down the hall to the door >She stops and turns before leaving >”Thank you, I’m sorry again for the trouble.” >She turns to the door but doubles back around indecisively >”I’m fourteen by the way.” >Without another word she’s out the door >That... was weird >Something told you your business with her wasn’t quite over >Or was that just you hoping because it was the most interesting thing to happen in weeks? ... >The past few days had been more of the same monotony with the added exception of being able to think back on your interaction with the girl >An extra $30 was pretty nice on a college kids budget too so you had that to keep your spirits up a little >You’d seen no sign of little miss fourteen year old the past few days >Actually you’d barely seen anyone >At this rate you were worried you were going to get canned because there was no business coming in >Not a lot of bookworms nowadays >At least not many that had the money for physical copies anyway >Damn computers takin er jerbs >Stop acting like an old man, you’re only like 22 >You think... >It was honestly hard to keep track sometimes >Whatever >You shoot a breath out of your mouth and rise from your seat at the desk >Stretching with a groan you pop some joints in your fingers before making your way towards the back of the shop >If no one was gonna come in you may as well read something >Not like there was a lack of material for you to choose from >You stand staring at the fantasy section for a number of minutes indecisively until an idea crosses your mind >You snort out a small laugh before turning and heading to the romance section of the store >It doesn’t take you long to find what you’re looking for and you grab the book off the shelf >You take a second to soak in the cover and the title Extra Curricular: Hot for Teacher >A schoolgirl in a skimpy skirt pulled up way too high stood with her hands on a teacher’s desk arching her back to pronounce her decidedly voluminous backside >Pfft, no wonder that kid was embarrassed >The cover made it look like little more than a porno mag and you figured the others in the series were much the same >You take your selection and retreat to the reading lounge to see what about these books was so worthy of lengthy enjoyment >You opt for an armchair instead of the couch or a beanbag seat and kick your feet up on the coffee table to get comfortable >Primed and ready you dive right into your book for the next half an hour >Oh >Oh damn >You were only about 50 pages in and HOLY SHIT >You were expecting a slow burn steamy romance but as soon as the brief intro and exposition was finished it wasted no time getting where it was going >The female lead had already seduced her gym teacher and what followed was the most detailed depiction of an underage pussy getting destroyed you had seen since you watched that video of a kitten getting tossed in a blender >The type of stuff in there was enough to make a war vet blush >The more you read the tighter your pants got and you had to shift yourself several times to get comfortable >All of what you were reading made you think two things >For one, what the FUCK was your store doing carrying this kind of shit >It almost felt illegal just reading it >And two, what in the FUCK was that little girl doing reading this stuff >The more pages you turned the more fetishes sprung forth and the more perverse the story got >Even so you couldn’t help yourself but to keep reading, besides, not like you could crank one out here and get bored or sickened of it yet >You become engrossed in what you’re reading and continue on for quite some time >Shifting in your seat you adjust your junk one more time without looking up from the pages when the sound of a throat clearing from in front of you reaches your ears >You yell in surprise and almost throw the book at the noise but instead you just tear it away from your eyes and search for the source of the sound >Standing directly across the coffee table from you was the silver haired girl wearing one of the smuggest grins you had ever seen “Jesus christ don’t sneak up on people like that.” >She lets out a small giggle and adjusts her glasses >”Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt you having a good time.” >She finishes her sentence by pointing down at your crotch where your not so hidden erection was tenting up >You quickly slam the book down on top of yourself to cover your shame, wincing as you accidentally clock yourself in the dick >You sputter for a response but only succeed at making her giggle even harder into the back of her hand >This time the tables are turned as she holds up a hand to stop your own verbal flailing >”I didn’t realize reading on the job was allowed. Does your boss know?” “Well not exactly, what momma don’t know won’t hurt her though.” >Your voice ripples in high notes layered with panic, fear, embarrassment, and a little humor as you try to recoup from the disaster that was the start of this conversation >”You mean to tell me your mom owns this place and you’re jacking off in the back while on the clock?” >You throw your hands up hoping to somehow defend yourself from the accusations “It’s just an expression! And I-I-I was not- I wasn’t- you know-!” >You flail your arms in an exasperated motion pointing to the area around you “I wouldn’t do that kind of thing back here. I was just reading!” >Your complete lack of composure in the face of being caught with your metaphorical pants down does nothing but spur on the young girl’s amusement >You sit up and wave a hand at her “What is it? Can I help you? Do you need something?” >Her eyes drift over the book on your lap at your last question >You watch her vision wax over for a moment before snapping back into focus >Suddenly her demeanor’s a bit less cocksure than before but she answers your question with a smile >”Just here for the next book.” >She smiles while holding it up for you to see >She held number four and five in the seemingly ongoing tale of the lecherous school girl in her hand >You blink dumbly for a second before shaking your head “Wait over by the counter, I’ll be right there.” >The grin on her face spreads wider >”Got something to finish up back here?” >You rub your hand over your face before snapping back at her “No, just- just give me a second ok?” >She takes the hint and the sound of giggling trails off towards the counter >Once you’re sufficiently deflated you make your way to the counter after stashing the novel that had caused you so much trouble back on the shelf >You round the counter and grab the book off of it before stopping just short of ringing it up >Book >Singular “Where’s the other one?” >She looks up at you with big, innocent, eyes >”Oh, I put it back. I just enjoy coming here so much I figured I wouldn’t mind coming back for another visit when I need it.” >You hold the book in the air and stare down at her suspiciously >All that greets you is a sweet little smile that only a devil in disguise could be wearing >You keep your mouth shut and ring up the book before telling her the total >She hands you another large bill from out of her purse which you take >You shake your head as you’re making her change >You hand her the money and hold the book just out of her arm’s reach “Someone your age really shouldn’t be reading stuff like this.” >”What are you gonna do? Not give me the book I payed for? Besides, isn’t that a bit hypocritical given what I just caught you doing?” >You shrug noncommittally “I was just checking it out to see what was so good about it.” >You weren’t exactly lying but you both knew it had gone beyond that already >”It’s good right? Wait till you get to the second one when her little sister becomes a freshman.” >She punctuates her sentence with a wink before taking the book from your now slightly limp hand >Strolling to the door she stops and turns to you once again >She gives you a cute little wave and a smile before exiting the store >It shames you but your pants had gotten a little bit tighter than you cared to admit at the sight >You’re going to hell aren’t you? ... >Man, you knew you should have left earlier >Your work out had taken longer than expected and you had to go straight to work without showering >At least there probably wouldn’t be many people coming in >And it had only been a few days since the girl had come in so you weren’t worried about her seeing you like this >You would only be worried because she was a customer and it’s improper to be disheveled in the work place >You just don’t want to seem unprofessional >Right? >Right >You don’t smell that strong at least >You think >No reason to worry about that now though >You go through your routine of setting the shop up for business before retreating back to the reading lounge once again >It had become somewhat of a routine for you as you had little to do most days >You were almost to the end of the first book and were honestly a bit eager to start the second >So you sat and you read >You’d made sure to be a bit more attentive to your surroundings after getting caught that first time so you had your ears perked listening for the door >You have the better part of an hour completely alone and that was all it took you to finish the remainder of the already rather short publication >It had ended on a cliffhanger with the lead trying to work her magic on a different teacher for a better grade >She’d been rather taken aback to find out that he only really preferred younger women >Much younger >He was going to rat her out to the principal but instead she offered to let him have his way with her younger sister as much as he wanted the following fall when she was a freshman >It was just up to her to convince her sister to go along with it >And that’s where it ended >Writers are such cockteases >Both literally and figuratively in this case >You head over and replace the book and reach for the second one when you hear the jingle of the bell on the door signaling a customer >Oh boy, time to test out how funky you smell >You make your way to the front and find an older lady perusing the shelves >She notices you and you acknowledge her with a wave before going to sit behind the counter >You sit drumming your fingers against your thigh for the better part of 20 minutes as she wanders through the store >You had resorted to browsing the internet when the woman came up to the desk asking for help finding a specific book of poetry >You wracked your brain for a moment then led her down an isle >As you did so you heard the front door open again >Marking it in the back of your head you pick the book she was looking for off the shelf and led her back to the register >Ringing her up and completing the transaction you wave goodbye with a practiced smile and sit back down in your chair >That didn’t go too poorly >Didn’t seem like she could notice the smell >Although she might have been old enough that her senses had started to dull >You shrug to yourself internally before ending your useless musing >”Hello there.” [spoiler]General Kenobi[/spoiler] [spoiler]Shut up brain[/spoiler] >You start a little at the disembodied voice before peering over the computer to once again find a silver, braided, ponytail >A small flutter in your stomach makes itself known when you recognize her “You know you really need to stop doing that. Drink some milk or something so I can actually see you over the register.” >She shoots you a pouty glare >”Maybe you should just be more attentive.” “I was helping a customer. And just cause I didn’t see you doesn’t mean I didn’t hear the door open.” >You respond with a bit of a smirk and let it hang in the air for a second before continuing “So what’ll it be today? The usual? You sure go through those quickly don’t you?” >She shrugs feigning indifference >You see her sniff at the air directly afterwards, eyes darting around as if searching for the smell for a moment >You cringe inwardly but she doesn’t seem to make anything of it >”They’re a good read. Don’t you agree?” “I do actually. I just finished the first one before you got here.” >Her eyes light up at your words and she visibly perks up >”How did you like the ending?” >*sniff* >”Did you start the second book yet?” >*sniff* >”W-What do you think of the sister?” >*sniff* >”She’s uh- cute right? >*sniff* >”Younger girls are always cute- cuter aren’t they?” >The questions rapidly rattle out of her only slowed by her nose punctuating each question >You look at her and she seems to be in a dreamy state by the end of her prodding >Her eyes are looking at you but they’re not looking *at* you >It was as if she’d gone into a trance or something “You ok there?” >Her vision seems to refocus on you and her mouth opens as if to say something before closing again only to reopen it >”Yes, I-I’m fine. What-umm...” >She pinches the crease of her eyes behind her glasses between her thumb and index fingers with an intense look of focus >”What were we uh-“ >*sniff* >Aaaaand she’s gone again >What’s going on with her >At that moment she shakes her head quickly >”Talking about! Sorry, what were we talking about? >And we’re back [spoiler]With EA radio BIG[/spoiler] [spoiler]Shut UP brain[/spoiler] >You arch an eyebrow questioningly “The book, and how much cuter young girls are apparently. No I haven’t started the second one yet but I did like the ending. Cliffhangers always kind of bug me though.” >You think about leaving her last two questions lie but it gets the better of you “What exactly did you mean by the young girls thing?” >She gives you a small but knowing smile >”Oh you know, we’re more innocent.” >She gives you a cute smile >”We get to dress in cute little outfits.” >She places her purse on the counter and steps back >Raising her arms and does a twirl for you, her skirt lifting up as she does and- >OKAY THOSE ARE HER PANTIES >White with light blue lace and small intricate designs across the face of her backside >The panties molded to her shape as if they were a size too small and presented her more than modest posterior in full form >That was all you could glean in the span of about a second while they were exposed >Her skirt falls back into position as she faces you again seemingly oblivious or uncaring about the fact that she just put herself on display >Stepping back up to the counter she presses herself against it >It’s just high enough for her to rest her petite chest on it which she does before leaning towards you >”We’re very curious. Naive even.” >She breathes deeply through her nose and you pull back reflexively in a futile attempt at trying to keep your workout musk away from her >Her eyes flutter and she wobbles slightly on her tiptoes as the air fills her lungs >”You could probably convince us to do just about anything if you wanted to...” >She closes her eyes and takes another deep breath through her nose just inches away from you >She stands stock still for a moment enjoying whatever sensation was flooding her brain before her eyes snap open >She recoils backwards quickly and holds the back of her hand up to her nose >”Nnnh! What’s that s-smell? It- it smells so...” >Okay you knew you’d gotten sweaty while working out but you didn’t think you smelled that ba- >”...so good.” >What? >As she says the words her eyes lose focus again and her hand slowly drops from her nose >She leans forward once again visibly sniffing in your direction >”Nnnh! Hah!” >She shifts her legs underneath her seemingly rubbing them together >She looks close to drunk if you had to guess but you can’t tell why or how it happened >You start to feel slightly worried at the display playing out before you “You ok?” >She opens her eyes once again with a loud yelp and forcefully pushes herself away from the counter >A look of panic like someone waking out of a nightmare overtakes her and she throws her hand up to pinch her nostrils shut >In a nasally voice she hastily spits out a few words >”I’m sorry but I have to go!” >She dashes for the door and throws it open before running out onto the sidewalk >You stand stunned at what just happened for a second before your eyes drift down to the counter >Her purse still rested on the wooden surface completely forgotten by its owner >What the actual fuck ... >What a weird ass day >At least it’s over >The walk home had given you some time to sift through the events of the day and your mind kept coming back to the way the girl had been acting >The only word you could think of to describe it was bizarre >And she had left her purse >That makes twice now that she’s run off and forgot something important >Wonder if that’s a habit of hers... >Your thoughts slowed as you approached your front door >Turning the key in the lock you push the door open and are greeted by the smell of dinner >You walk through the kitchen to get to your room and are greeted as you round the corner >”Welcome back, how was work?” “Hey mom, it was ok. Kind of weird though.” >You proceed to your room to drop your stuff off with your mom calling down the hall to you >”Weird how? Did somebody actually come in for once?” >You chuckle softly at her remark before heading back to the dining room where she had set the table for dinner >You take the seat opposite hers and sit down “A few actually. One person left in a hurry and forgot their stuff. They seemed pretty distracted.” >”They leave any money? You deserve some extra cash for all the hard work you do.” >Her last sentence was dripping with sarcasm “I’m pretty sure i’m overpaid as it is compared to the amount of work I do. And I’m not gonna steal her cash, she’ll probably be back for it on Monday anyway.” >Your mom throws a stupid look at you and wiggles her eyebrows >You know where this is going >”Her? She? You got yourself a little girlfriend there anon?” >You sigh and slightly shake your hands at her in frustration “No mom, come on, not every girl I meet is girlfriend material.” >”Well is she cute? Does she have a nice pair of girls.” >She squishes her arms together emphasizing her chest before shaking it back and forth “No mom, no. Why do you do this shit to me?” >She just laughs in the face of your discomfort >”Because I know I’m still hot and it’s fun to mess with you.” >She smiles innocently at you before her face and tone goes sour >”Besides, you’d probably be just as good at it as any of the guys out there if I had to judge based on my past three dates. Don’t date when you’re middle aged son, it’s a disaster.” “Ok I really didn’t need any of those images in my head.” >She shrugs then points her fork at you in between bites >”You didn’t answer my question.” “What?” >”Is she cute?” >You pause caught between saying what you actually thought and what you should say >The latter wins out but not before your mom notices something’s up “Mom she’s like fourteen.” >This makes her stop her chewing for a second before rolling her eyes >”Figures.” >You take a bite of your food while she swallows her own >”But you do think she’s cute.” >Her eyes narrow and again her fork is jabbed accusingly at you >”At this rate you may as well start cradle robbing or you’ll be single till you die like me.” >You nearly choke on your food >You swallow and cough to clear your throat before showing your hand palm up to her “Mom what the fuck. She’s eight years younger than me.” >”It’s only weird because you’re young, if she were 30 and you were 38 no one would bat an eye.” “Has anyone ever told you that you’re a terrible influence?” >”Your father, but I’m not the one that got caught railing coke off my secretary’s ass now am I?” >You tilt your head in defference “Just because you haven’t been caught doing it doesn’t make me think you haven’t done it before. Knowing you it’s more likely than not.” >She smirks >”Hey I was single ok? And it was his dick not his ass.” “Okie dokie time to change the subject. How was work for you today?” >She doesn’t skip a beat and starts rattling on about her job until the end of dinner >Woman sure loved to talk when she got the chance >You finish your meal and place the dishes in the dishwasher before retiring to your room >Jesus your family is so fucked up >At least your mom loves you >Your dad... >Well it’d be kind of hard to ask with him living halfway across the country and all >At this rate no one would really be surprised if you ended up a deadbeat >What with your mom smoking weed all the time and your dad being legitimately addicted to drugs >It’s hard to ignore the flaws in your mom sometimes but you do it because you love her even if those flaws will probably end up killing her one day >You’ll be better >You’ll get a good job and a good wife and you’ll be a good father >A good role model >You hope >Whatever, you’re already working on the job part, the wife and kids thing can come later >You let your mind drift off the subject in favor of playing videogames >You have the weekend to yourself and all of your homework was already done so there isn’t much for you to worry about >Taking all online classes this semester had been a good decision you think to yourself for the umpteenth time >The night drags on and your mom goes to bed leaving you and the cat the only two conscious things in the house >At least you think the cat’s conscious >Or alive for that matter >Thing was getting way up there in age >Good lap cat though >You sit letting youtube autoplay itself into obscurity as you watch the algorithm propose weirder videos each time you click a different tangential suggestion >It was reaching that time of night though and you decided to switch over to a more adult oriented video playing website >You browse the categories and nothing really piques your interest for a while >Then you spot the teen section >Not your usual but hey maybe tonight it will be >You browse the videos before clicking on one >It doesn’t take long before you’re bored of it and you click off to a different one with a girl with glasses >It’s a bit more to your liking but the video in particular wasn’t doing it for you >You type up “teen, glasses” in the search bar >Once again you don’t really find anything too great >”teen, glasses, skirt” >You look through the videos and again find nothing to scratch the itch >You look at the mass of different selections on your screen >Buxom women in revealing or no clothing abound >None of them even look like teenagers >Your eyes flick up to your search bar and its contents >You stare at it for a moment >Then back down to the videos >Up >Down >Up >You sigh >You click off of the sight and close your eyes >Drawing up a picture in your mind’s eye you begin to rub yourself >The clearer the image you muster the faster you go >Glasses >Skirt >Schoolgirl >Small innocent smile >... >...panties >White with blue lace >It doesn’t take long for you to climax into a waiting tissue >As soon as you come down from your peak you toss it in the trash >Close the browser >Go through your nightly wash routine >Lay in bed >Stare at the ceiling >... >Stare at the ceiling >... >Stare at the ceiling >... >Yeah, you’re going to hell ... >The weekend goes by quickly >You’re left with little to do outside of playing games >At least you would be if you hadn’t brought the second book home with you on Friday... >You had already started it and gotten far enough in for things to get interesting >That’s where you had stopped though >Every time you think about reading on and seeing how the younger sister gets used you can’t help but feel a little bit sickened on top of your arousal >It hadn’t clicked with you until you were on the verge of the first sex scene that you had subconsciously been imagining the freshman as a girl with silver hair and blue glasses >You don’t think it even mentioned her having glasses now that you think about it... >This was going a bit too far and you began to think you had better stop yourself >So you discard the book into your bag and opt for something else to pass the time >Games? >That’ll take your mind off stuff right? >But it didn’t >Aaaaalright >TV? >You turn on a random movie but halfway through you realize that you’re just daydreaming about lewd things instead of paying attention >You think about jerking off >The shame comes back at the thought of what you’d done last time however >You’re not going to stop thinking with your dick unless you do it though >You sit at your computer and pull up a doujin site >”anal, skirt” >Schoolgirls >Schoolgirls >Oh look, more schoolgirls >Why do japs always draw chicks to look like they’re so young? >Bunch of pedos... >You weren’t like them >You wouldn’t actually do anything with a kid >You’re better than that >But it’s just a comic right? >It’s not the same as actually doing it so it’s fine >Right? >Right >That was the logic you put forth in your head as you clicked on a story with a loli on the cover >There was a gnawing at the back of your mind but you push it down and enjoy yourself >Right up until you finish >You sit staring at the screen >At the picture of a young girl getting her pert little butt impaled on a dick as cum sloshes out >Your mouth dries up a little and you click off the page quickly before cleaning up >The rest of the day you find it hard to focus on much of anything >You end up laying in bed around nine willing yourself to sleep >Tomorrow’s Monday and work will keep you busy >Take your mind off of things >You fall asleep with the lies hanging in your mind ... >The next day dawns and you head out to work in the morning >You walk quickly as your mind is still occupied by thoughts of your loosening grip on morality >Ok anon, just treat her like any other customer, all business >Hell, she probably won’t even come in today, the store closes at 5 and she’s got school till like 3 doesn’t she? >Is that when highschool kids get out of class? >Whatever it’ll be fine >Your mom was wrong >You didn’t think she was cute like that >She was just nice and kinda fun to mess with >A friend >No >No Anon >An acquaintance >You don’t even know her name >Wonder what it is... >No >You don’t care what it is >She’s just a customer >Like that old lady looking for the poetry book >You just happened to see her panties one time... >And rubbed one out to the thought of it... >But that was a one time thing >You were just horny and it was the first real thing you’d seen in a while >Yeah >That’s all it was >Definitely not because- >Oh hey you’re at work >The door’s locked >Duh >Keys >Keys? >In your pockets? >Nope >Uhhhhhhh >Backpack? >Yeah they’re in the backpack >You turn the key in the lock and set about going through your routine of opening the store >Setting your bag down once you’re finished you set up to do your homework on the computer while you have the time >Much of the day drags on as you work with a nagging worry eating away at your mind >A few customers come in and every time you hear the door jingle your brain hitches for a second >And every time you watch with baited breath to see who comes through it >No familiar faces though >Good >That’s good >The hours pass as you slog through your homework >At this rate you’d get most of the week’s work done before it had even started >Every few problems you finish you check the clock >Each time it had ticked later and later into the day >Maybe she just won’t come in today >It’s already like 3:30 and she hasn’t shown up yet >Maybe she doesn’t know where she left her purse >She probably doesn’t even need her old purse with how much money she was throwing around each time she was here >Probably forgot all about it >Just bought a new one and moved on >Why were you worrying about seeing her? >She wasn’t coming in today >And by the time she came in for the next book you’ll have your thoughts cleared and your resolve hardened >You’re a good man >You won’t do something horrible >No >Everything was gonna be fine >Just get through today, jerk off again to get it out of your system and you’ll be good >No problem >You feel a bit better about your situation as you finish your assignment and check the clock >It’s a quarter past 4 >You stand up and stretch before moving around to the front of the counter >May as well start closing up shop, no one else is gonna come in today anyway >*Ding-ling* >You turn your head slowly towards the door, your thoughts completely derailed >Something in your gut tells you who it is before you even see her >She approaches you at the desk and smoothes her skirt out as she looks up at you >You see her tentatively sniff the air before coming closer seemingly satisfied with what she did or didn’t smell >Having her right in front of you really throws the height difference into perspective as the top of her head only reaches halfway up your torso >”Hello.” “Hey there.” >An awkward pause hangs in the air >”Did I leave my purse here when I...” “Sprinted off after flipping between seemingly drunk and... I don’t know, frustrated, angry? >Her eyes shift around the room avoiding yours >”Uh, yeah. After that...” >You reach behind the counter to where you had stashed the handbag and pull it out “This what you’re looking for?” >You see relief pass over her face as she takes it from you >”Thank you. I haven’t really been myself lately. I’ve been so distracted and I can hardly focus on anything and it’s...” >She sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose >”It’s just been a lot to deal with.” >Her voice is quiet and wavers as she speaks >She pinches her nose harder and squeezes her eyes shut for a moment before opening them and blinking back the wetness >”I’m sorry, this isn’t like me usually.” >Should you... hug her? >No >That’d be weird >She’s just a customer >But still, you can’t just do nothing “Listen, it probably isn’t my place to say this and you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to but are you alright? I don’t mean to sound rude but you’ve been acting kind of...” >You think of the best word to use for a second “...strange.” >Her eyes fall down to the ground and you see a look of... >Shame? >”I just-“ >She pauses and shakes her head still looking at the floor >”-need something. I need it so badly and it’s all I can think about. All. The time.” >She pauses again and wipes her eyes under her glasses >Taking a shaky breath she continues >”It’s gotten so bad that I’ve started thinking of these horrible ways to get it and half the time I can’t believe I’d even consider it but the other half- the other half of the time my body just moves on its own no matter what my brain is screaming at it and I feel like I can’t stop myself.” >She’s shaking with ragged breaths halfway between crying and suppressing her emotion >Every time a tear begins to fall she wipes it away in angry obstinance >You don’t really have much you can think to say but you clearly need to >That being the case you say the first thing that comes to mind “What is it that you need?” >She shakes her head as she raises her bloodshot eyes to meet yours with a melancholy smile >”I can’t tell you. I’m sorry.” >Well that doesn’t fuckin help “Ok, but is there anything I can do for you? What can I do to help you?” >She stares at you with a look of shame and suspicion >”Why do you care?” >You look around as if searching for the right words to say “Does it matter? Maybe I just don’t like seeing you like this. Maybe it’s because I enjoy talking to you. Maybe I’m just nosey.” >You pause and look right at her >You shrug and lighten your tone hoping to lighten the mood along with it “And besides, it’s not every day that I meet someone I can actually banter with instead of just someone I can banter at.” >She looks at you blankly >You raise an eyebrow and throw a goofy face her way which succeeds in eliciting a small giggle >”You can’t banter *at* someone, you have to do it *with* someone. That’s what bantering means.” >You let out a snort of a laugh “I don’t know, there are plenty of other things you can do without the other person getting into it. It’s just more fun when they do.” >”Like what?” >Her voice feigns cute innocence as she crosses her arms over her chest “Nothing that you should be worried about at your age.” >She rolls her eyes at you >”Please, you read the first book so you know what kind of stuff I’ve seen already.” >The two of you share a laugh >You look down at her and she returns the gaze >She lowers her eyes to your torso and swiftly moves forward wrapping her arms around your waist >You tense up at the sudden contact but ease into the hug and pat her back gently relishing the contact >The two of you stand like that for a few long moments as she breathes deeply through her nose calming herself >Letting her arms fall she steps back and smoothes her skirt again >”Thank you.” >You smile at her “No problem.” >Another silent pause fills the air as you stand facing each other >Deciding things had gone at least somewhat back to normal you try to redirect the conversation “So you gonna pick up that book today too or did you just come in for your stuff?” >She thinks and comes to a conclusion before hesitantly speaking >”Do you- um, would you mind if I just kind of hung out for a bit? I know you’re close to closing and I’ll leave whenever you need me to but I just don’t really feel like going home yet.” >You suck air in through your teeth and put a false tone of indecision in your voice “I dunno about that. You’re a real trouble maker.” >She rolls her eyes at you again with a slight smile >You smile back “Yeah it’s fine, you can chill in the lounge if you want. You sure you won’t get bored though?” >She adjusts her glasses before speaking >”I don’t want to bother you if you’re busy but some company would be nice.” >You wave a hand in the air indicating the empty shop “Yeah, real busy. Come on.” >You motion for her to follow you as you turn on your heel and head towards the back >Picking one of the bean bag chairs you flop down and pull out your phone >You notice that instead of sitting she begins to survey the area taking it in >Her eyes roam over the arm chairs, then the couch, and then the bean bags >All of the seats were arranged in a misshapen semi-circle >Following that she scans the bookshelves surrounding the enclosure >”I’ll be right back.” >She walks off between the shelves with you watching her backside as she goes >You mentally berate yourself and pull ip an app on your phone as a distraction >A minute goes by before she returns with a book in her hands >You don’t have to look to know what it is >Walking forward she sits in an armchair opposite your beanbag and crosses one leg over the other and reclines slightly getting comfortable >The two of you sit in quiet company occupied by your respective interests for quite some time >Every few minutes she shifts her legs swapping which one rested on top of the other and each time it drew your attention >Your eyes would catch glimpses of the gray material resting nestled between her thighs in the small period of time that it was visible >Each time it happened seemed to last longer and you’d get a better look at her each time before once again chastising yourself only to have your eyes return the next time >You feel yourself begin to grow within your pants >You adjust your crotch and cross your own legs to hide the sight >Not long afterwards she closes her book and gets up from her seat >You see her pull her skirt up higher to the point that most of her upper thigh is exposed coming dangerously close to revealing her butt >Walking around she goes up to a bookshelf and scans it quickly before turning around to face you and the chairs >She stares for a moment, pondering something before moving on to the next shelf >She looks back at you and the seats again, studying something >She moves to the next shelf >Looks back at you >Looks at the seats >Next shelf >Looks at you >Checks the chairs >She moves about the room in this fashion only pausing to fidget with something on one of the shelves >She seemingly finds interest in something on the shelf opposite your seat and stays there >Scanning the shelves she bends at the waist the further down she goes until you force yourself to avert your gaze before her skirt rides up too high >Just the sight of her legs and the thought of what lay just a little higher has you nearly at full mast and you’re forced to adjust yourself again >Just focus on your phone >”Excuse me?” >Your eyes jerk up at her words only to find her bent fully at the waist looking at the bottom row of books >Her skirt had ridden nearly all the way up and her panty clad ass was presented in all of its glory for you to stare at >These ones were a plain gray but had a similar purple lacy pattern around the hem >They molded around her cheeks seamlessly and in the small gap between her thighs you could see the outline of her mound pressed into the fabric >You felt your manhood solidify as your eyes drank in the sight before you >Her butt shakes back and forth slightly as her head shifts to and fro scanning the bottom shelf >Then she swings her head around to look back at you whilst still being bent over >Your eyes widen and you stammer over yourself trying to find your words “Uh y-yeah what’s up?” >She stands up straight and begins to walk over towards where you were sitting >”Were you staring at me?” >You shake your head “No no, I just looked up because you asked me a question. Wha-What was it you were going to ask?” >She inches closer until she’s standing directly over you and the bean bag >”I was going to ask why you’ve been so nice to me when you barely even know me.” >She places a hand on your foot and pulls it off your knee before letting it fall to the floor >Your shaft was resting along the side of your leg so it wasn’t explicitly obvious >”Do you treat all of your customers this well or just the ones you like?” >You look her in the eyes trying to think of something to say but cotton dominates your mouth >That’s when you see it in her eyes >They’re dreamy >Spacey >You’d seen that look before when she spaced out on Friday >You don’t think she’s in her right mind right now >She places a hand on each of your knees and pushes them apart >Anon you should stop this >She then kneels down on the bean bag between your legs and crawls her way up your chest until she’s a foot away from your face >Anon >”You do like me right? I know you’ve been looking.” >She places a hand on your leg and you see her eyes widen slightly at what she finds >She must not have been expecting you to be hard >”I like you a lot too. You’re handsome, kind...” >She gives you a light squeeze through your pants and you let out a low groan >Her eyes light up at the sound like she had just struck gold then flutter back into a haze >Anon, stop her “We really shouldn’t be doing this. It isn’t right, I don’t want you to do something you might regret.” >She smiles cutely at you >”And you’re so considerate, you’re worried about me even though you’re so pent up like this.” >She gives you another squeeze and you let out another groan >It was as if every sound you made was transferring some of the sensation to her because she cooed along with you >She’s just a kid Anon >Don’t do this >She leans forward further, closer to your face >You inch backwards just a fraction but it’s enough to halt her progress >Your cock is throbbing underneath her grip as she lightly massages it up and down >”Do you want me to stop? Just tell me to stop and I will.” >You look at her lips and then at her hand on your manhood >Your heart is beating fast enough to feel like it’s going to explode and your head is faint >But you don’t say anything >She starts to move closer again “Wait.” >She freezes “I don’t. Even know. Your name.” >You stagger the words to emphasize the situation >”My name is Silver Spoon.” >You stare into her eyes >All you see is desire >Don’t do this Anon >You’re a good man >Right? “I’m Anon.” >You are weak >She plants her lips directly on yours and falls forward onto your chest >Your lips mingle and slide over each other in a small dance of flesh as the two of you go back and forth in the kiss >Her lips are soft and you can smell a faint scent of perfume about her wafting up to you >Her hand continues to work your length and your own hands begin to wander >You leave one around the small of her back and move the other down past her skirt >You flip it up and grab one of the mounds of pert flesh underneath rubbing it under your fingers >She stops her lips for a second and moans into you while her body tenses >Her hands find their way under your jaw and pull you back into the kiss once again >You roll her tight cheek in your hand before letting your finger dip down to her mound >You can feel a large damp patch in the cloth underneath your touch >Another moan escapes her mouth into yours and she lowers one of her hands back to your member to resume her groping >You moan in turn back into her mouth as she does so >Something is gnawing at your mind though >As much as you’re enjoying everything that’s happening you can feel it eating away at you >Your grip on her ass lightens >The intensity of your kissing fades >You can taste bile in your mouth >Or maybe it’s just in your mind >Either way this can’t go on >You raise your hand from her butt and place it on her shoulder pushing her off of you >She stares at you with her eyes darting back and forth between the two of yours unsure of which to focus on >A mixture of wild lust and panicked fear adorn her visage >You’re both breathing heavily from your coupling and she’s still rubbing her hand along your length “Stop, please. If you don’t then I won’t be able to control myself. You’re too young for this and I shouldn’t have let it get this far. So please, stop.” >You watch her face fall in horror at your words >”Wha-But-But don’t you like it? Don’t you like me? Please, please don’t make me stop.” >She looks like she’s on the verge of hysterics as the panic in her eyes grows >You look away “I... I love it and I like you and I want it so much but we can’t. It’s not right. We have to stop...” >You turn back to her and see a cocktail of emotions on her face >Pain, panic, fear, anger, desire >They all fight for dominance but frustration tops all of them >For a second you think she’ll dive back into your mouth >You hope she does >You silently beg in your mind for her to ignore your words >But she removes her hand from your member and places it on your chest >She pushes herself off of you and sits back on her knees >You can see the frustration giving way to panic >”I’m sorry, I just can’t- I-I can’t- “ >She fails to get a sentence out before pushing herself up >”I need this. I need, I need something. I have to-“ >She pinches the bridge of her nose hard and closes her eyes in concentration >You can see a small trickle of blood form under her nails “Woah! Hey, don’t hurt yourself.” >You stand up, having now begun to deflate and lightly grab her shoulder >Opening her eyes she sees the blood on her fingers >She recoils in surprise before digging a handkerchief out of her purse and wiping the blood off both her fingers and her nose >She stands taking large, deep breaths to steady herself >Her eyes snap onto the previously discarded book >She snatches it up along with her purse >”I need something, please. Can I buy this? I need to buy this and then I need to go. I’m sorry.” >You nod numbly and follow her to the desk after she grabs something off of the shelf across from your bean bag >She slaps a 50 dollar bill on the counter >”Just keep the change. I have to go. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” >She continues to chant the words as she jogs to the door >She throws it open and runs outside leaving you alone in the shop with a storm of tumultuous feelings boiling inside of your gut >It’s almost enough to make you sick >You feel disgusted with yourself >You’re a good man >You had to stop it >So why did it feel like you were a monster? ... >Finally, you’re home >You have to get upstairs >You have to get to your room >The fire between your legs is burning fiercely and you need to relieve it >It’s getting hard to... to think >Focus Silver >Deep breathes >Take a deep breath >You pinch the bridge of your nose tenderly to avoid drawing more blood and steadily inhale and exhale >It helps to clear your head if only enough to not seem like a nervous wreck >You unlock the door and step inside >Just get to the stairs and- >”Hello Silver, how was school today?” >You wince minutely at the question but turn to answer ”Hi daddy, school was ok today.” >”Are your grades doing any better?” >You wince slightly “Yes daddy I’ve been working on them. It’s just been really hard to focus lately.” >”That’s good, all that time you spend studying at the library after school seems to be paying off.” “Well, it’s more of a bookstore, but yes it has been.” >”Whatever lets you focus on your work.” >The older man shrugs in his recliner >”Are you still doing that sleepover with Diamond when she gets back?” “If that’s alright with you, yes.” >”Just make sure you get all your homework done beforehand.” >Please just let this conversation end “I will.” >”Alright then.” >You wait for him to continue but when he doesn’t you B-line for the stairs >You ascend them two at a time and throw your door open when you reach it only to close and lock it as soon as you’re inside >You throw your purse down after extricating the book and begin stripping hurriedly leaving most of your clothes scattered on the floor >Peeling your wet panties off of the skin they were sticking to and throw them across the room where they crumple against the wall >You scramble onto your bed to lay on your back in the middle of the pile of pillows adorning it >Your legs rub together of their own volition doing anything they can to ease the roaring fire that had started emanating from your slit >Light moans and squeaks of frustration sneak out of you as you flip frantically through the book in your hands >You search desperately for something, anything that could help you >Your hands shake almost too much for you to control them as your flip through page after page scanning each >Your mind hazes over more deeply as you search >You wish Diamond were here >You wish she hadn’t gone on that trip with her family for two weeks >She’s always able to help you calm down when you get like this >When she does it the urge stays away for a little longer than when it’s just your own hands >But she’s not here >She can’t help you >Your mind tosses and turns with a torrent of thoughts as you flip through the pages >It gets to the point where you realize you can’t even understand what you’re reading and you throw the book down in frustration >There was only one thing occupying your mind now and it dominated it completely as you began to frantically rub at your clit >Him >His smell >His taste >His moans >The throbbing of his cock in your hand as you pleasured him >Oh god >Oh my god >Your legs clench tightly over your hand as it’s coated in a light covering of cum >Your eyes squeeze shut and you hold your breath riding out the orgasm that rapidly hit with full force >You’re not even able to moan as every muscle in your body tenses at once >You shudder and shake in place before releasing and gasping for air >Convulsing on the bed you ride out the waves of sensation from the aftershocks >Some semblance of control returns to you not long after and your hand begins to rub against your clit once again >More >You needed more >The feel of his lips on yours was still vivid in your mind >The feeling of his hand groping your butt >God he made you feel so small as you laid on his chest >You loved it >You wanted him to rip your panties off right there and take you like a wild animal >You imagined him ravaging your tiny frame like a monster descending on its prey >Pounding into your tight pussy with every ounce of strength he had >Pumping in and out of you until he swelled within you and exploded deep inside >You moan out as your hand furiously rubs you into your second peak >You quickly grab a pillow and shove it into your mouth to quiet the rippling moans erupting from your mouth >Clenching the pillow tightly between your teeth and holding it to your chest the aftershocks of your second orgasm tear through your shivering body >You lay panting for air as your brain reboots a second time >A high pitched whine escapes your lips, the fire hadn’t been quelled yet >You start rubbing again instinctually but stop as the sensitive nubs sends off too much sensation bordering on pain >Instead you dip a finger inside of yourself and begin to gyrate it in a circular motion >You alternate between small circles and a beckoning curl of the finger that grazes across your sensitive g-spot >With your free hand you begin to grope and massage at your small breasts >Pinching the nipple you softly roll it between your fingers sending small shocks through the budding nubs >You build yourself up slowly this time >With the panicked desperation for release somewhat abated you are able to enjoy the process rather than just the ending >Images of him float through your brain as you steadily increase your pace >Soft moans escape your lips at the thought of him pushing you to your knees in front of him >His pants drop and he’s already hard >Placing a hand on his shaft you can feel the warmth in your mind’s eye >His member pulses in time with his heartbeat and twitches with every small motion you make with your hand >He sits in a chair letting you place your arms on his thighs for support as you begin bobbing up and down on his shaft >You bathe it thoroughly tasting the salty sweat mixing with your saliva >Diving down you let his musk drift into your nostrils as your nose rests on his sac >You continue your ministrations lapping at his balls while stroking his shaft with a free hand >Back in reality your other hand had begun pistoning in and out of your shallow cavern >You could feel the build up getting closer and closer to completion with each passing second >You dream of him putting his hands on your head and gently fucking your throat as his own orgasm approached >He lets you know that he’s there and you dive down with all your might to take in as much of him as you can >He pulses sending thick, heady, globs of cum down your throat and into your mouth which you swallow greedily >The thought sends you over the edge for the third time >You tighten to the point that you can’t even move your finger inside yourself >You sit, curled, and locked within yourself as the waves of pleasure wrack your body >You can feel the trickle of juices leaking out past your finger and onto the bed ruining the clean sheets >You shake and writhe letting the sensation run its course as you cum for the third time >As soon as you loosen enough to release your finger you spread out on the bed panting and sweating profusely >You lay as the sweat begins to mat your hair and chills run along your exposed body >Lifting your hand you find your finger pruned and shriveled from your own juices >You let it flop back onto the bed lifelessly >You hope no one had heard you >The haze over your thoughts had cleared >You prop yourself up and stare at the full length mirror on your closet door >It reflected a disheveled, sweaty, and sticky mess of a girl into your eyes >She looks pathetic >Desperate >Like she has no control >You shuffle off the bed and put on your robe >Heading to the bathroom you run a hot bath and take your glasses off >The water is scalding >More than enough to hurt >You dip your whole body in and curl your knees into your chest >Wrapping your arms around them you hold yourself in the burning water >Your body starts to quake, slowly at first >Over time it grows as quiet sobs ripple through both you and the water alike >You sit, fetal >Letting your salty tears mix and mingle with the cleansing bath water below ... >”Anon?” >You look up from your food at your mother “Sorry, what?” >”You’ve been walking around like a zombie for the past two days. What’s wrong with you?” >Your eyes fall back to your plate and you poke the food there with your fork >Your mind is far too jumbled to make sense of the thoughts there let alone put them into words >Remaining silent doesn’t seem to be an option though >”Are you going to talk to me or just stare at the food I made you like it fucked your girlfriend?” >Looking up at her you work your mouth in vain trying to find a way to vocalize >Your mom stares at you for a moment before getting fed up >She spins her hand in a circle egging you on >”Spit it out, what is it?” >You take a deep breath and stare at the table “I did something I shouldn’t have. And then I think I fucked up even worse.” >”What did you do Anon?” “I don’t think I should tell you.” >”Okay I’m gonna say this again since you never seem to get it. I won’t be mad if you did something stupid and you tell me. I will, however, be furious if I find out that you fucked up something fierce and wouldn’t tell me so I could help you. Understood?” >Why’s she always like this? >Can never just let stuff slide she’s always gotta push you for details and- >”Anon, don’t make me repeat myself again. I’m getting tired of it.” >You put your fork down and meet her gaze >You motion with your hands uncertainly as you speak “I kind of... made out with this girl and it got kind of weird...” >She seems surprised but doesn’t let it show much >”Is that all?” >Her tone of indifference hid a slight worry that you could only pick out by having lived with her your entire life “Well, yes and no. Things started getting kind of... heated. I put a stop to it before anything happened though and she kind of freaked out.” >”Freaked out? Cause you didn’t dick her?” “Do you have to say it like that?” >”Sorry, just a habit.” >She is way too sexual for a woman approaching her 50s “I mean, kind of? She’s been acting really weird, especially the last few times I saw her. She’d be fine and proper and normal one second and then it’d be like a switch was flipped and she’d get all dopey and just kind of, I don’t know. The only word I can think of to describe it is ‘horny’” >”Sounds like my little man’s a hit with the ladies.” >She raises an eyebrow at you in jest “Yeah yeah, funny. We were kissing and uh, you know, touching each other. I felt like we were going a bit fast and like she might regret it if we kept going so I stopped it there. She snapped out of it and kind of flipped then she bolted. I haven’t seen her since and I think I hurt her feelings or something. I feel like an ass and I don’t know. Did I do the right thing?” >Chewing her food slowly she seems to weigh your words in her head before swallowing >”All you did was kiss?” >You nod >”And she wanted it?” >Again you nod “Yeah.” >”Then what’s the problem? There’s nothing wrong with some kissing. You did good by stopping it there. When you see her next time just let her know that’s as far as you want to let it go.” “Next time?” >She rolls her eyes >”It’s pretty obvious you like this girl or else you wouldn’t be so worried about her flipping her shit on you. Just keep it civil. Be a gentleman. Don’t do anything stupid.” >You sit in thought for some time before speaking up again “I don’t know. It seems like a disaster waiting to happen with this girl. And I don’t know how I feel about all this yet.” >”So think about it. You spend so much time in your own head and don’t actually get anything done. Sometimes I wonder if you’re even capable of deeper thought.” “Love you too mom.” >She blows a kiss at you before returning to her food with you following suit >The conversation had helped to alleviate some of your worries but there was a lingering unease gnawing at the back of your conscience >You finish your dinner and wash the dishes before retiring to your room >Passing the time in the usual ways helps keep you occupied until it reached that time of night again >You look at the box of tissues nearby >It had laid there untouched since before Monday >Every time you went to get yourself off you could only think about her, the feel of her ass under your fingers, the smell of her hair, her soft lips and taste pressing into you >It made you feel sick to know that you were fantasizing about her like that >That you had done those things to someone barely more than a child >Yet another night goes by in which you leave the tissues unmolested and lay yourself in bed without release >It takes you a long time to fall asleep that night and it is anything but restful when you do ... >Thursday passes mostly uneventfully as you manage the store >A few patrons come in and you help them as needed but nothing of interest comes to pass until later in the day towards closing time >You’re washing the front windows when you hear footsteps approaching from your side >You look up from your crouched position to see a familiar face “I was starting to think you wouldn’t be coming around here anymore.” >”Believe me, I wasn’t eager to show my face after how I acted last time.” >Turning back to the window you continue scrubbing “I feel like maybe we should talk about it.” >”I was hoping you’d just let that go actually...” >You hum in your throat and shake your head “Yeah I don’t think that’s gonna fly this time. I need to know what’s going on with you if we’re gonna keep this up.” >”Keep this up?” >Her tone questioned your authenticity with hope lingering in the fringe “Well unless you were just coming on to me to try and have sex with me. Cause I’m not really into that especially if I’m liable to end up in jail for it.” >”I-No- I mean kind of but that’s not really... Look, I wasn’t myself and I don’t know. I don’t know what’s wrong with me but I just get... like that sometimes and it’s like everything but what my body’s feeling goes out the window so I’m sorry.” >You stop washing the window to look at her >You stare unflinching until her own gaze wavers “Why me?” >Her gaze returns to you >”I meant what I said even if I wasn’t all there. I do think you’re handsome and very nice and I like that you worry about how I feel instead of just getting what you want. You’re sweet.” “Couldn’t have just found someone your age?” >”I’ve always liked older boys. I only ever get to hang out with adults and Diamond so I tend to gravitate towards more mature people.” “Diamond? And I’m a man, not a boy, that’s something you seem to be forgetting. Maybe you should wait till you’re eighteen before looking for a sugar daddy.” >Her head cocks slightly and her eyes narrow sharply >Guess you poked at the wrong spot >”I am no common hussie and I am not looking for a ‘sugar daddy’. I have neither the need nor the desire and if I did which I never would or will I would certainly set my sights higher than someone working the counter of a bookstore!” >She huffs to cap off her statement and turns her head away from you defiantly >You laugh >It starts as breathy air until you’re chuckling in your throat >”What?” “So you are from a rich family then? I kind of figured but thanks for confirming it.” >”What do you mean?” >The sharp edge in her tone had only slightly abated under curiosity “Well the way you talk, dress, all the money you’re throwing around every time you’re here. The fact that you seem to be friends with someone named Diamond and the only type people who would name their kid that are the most trashy of trailer park folk or someone who is actually well off enough to wear high end jewelry and not just dream about it. And you don’t really seem like you’d run with the former crowd.” >”Yes, what of it? You could have just asked me.” “Honestly I don’t know if I can trust you since for one I barely know you. And for two you’ve basically been bipolar ever since we did meet.” >”There... is some truth to that. Can we talk inside please?” “What’s wrong with out here?” >”I’d just like some privacy is all.” >Finding nothing of suspect in her voice you agree and quickly finish the task at hand >You lead her indoors and leave her in the common area as you put away the cleaning supplies >As you return you find her sitting in an armchair with her hands folded over her skirt which you notice had been smoothed meticulously >Back straight and eyes forward she follows your movements until you sit on the couch and turn towards her “So, we barely know each other. But we still like each other at least somewhat. And there’s obviously more going on with you than is normal. So why don’t you start by actually telling me what’s up with you?” >”I told you before, I just feel like I can’t control myself sometimes. It’s-“ “No, I mean tell me exactly what’s wrong with you. Why you get all weird and what makes you like that. Why were you smelling me the other day? Why are you so eager to jump my bones? All of it, spill it.” >Her eyes roll slightly as they narrow in annoyance >One hand rises up and adjusts her glasses before returning to her lap >She speaks suddenly and concisely >”Fine. When I hit puberty my body went through the usual changes. I got taller, my body become more feminine. Acne, periods, and everything normal. Something else started too though and I don’t know why it’s happening to me. People get ‘horny’ when they go through adolescence but for me it’s incredibly strong. If something triggers it then it dominates every thought I have until I can...” >She pauses to clear her throat sheepishly >”...relieve myself. Usually it takes multiple times for me to calm down once I’m like that though. My mind gets hazy, fuzzy, I can’t think very well and I just move on instinct a lot of the time. I’ve gotten a little better about keeping it under control but as you may have noticed it takes a lot of effort to keep myself focused when it hits.” >Guess that explains a few things >You think for a moment “What ‘triggers’ it?” >”Many things. Seeing someone I find overly attractive. Being touched in an intimate way, stray thoughts even, certain scents.” “So what did you smell the other day?” >”I’m not sure. It was... musky, heady, whatever it was it was coming from you. And it smelled so... so...-“ >She shakes her head and pinches the bridge of her nose >”It smelled good.” >She finishes plainly and bluntly with her eyes closed “Got it, I think. So basically you’re a nympho?” >Her hands clench her dress and the previously smooth fabric crumples within her fists >”No. Do not call me that.” “Oookay, didn’t mean to rile you up.” >”I am not some sexual deviant. I won’t let this define who I am.” “That’s good to hear, I guess? So answer me this. Were you making out with me and groping me because you wanted to or because I was the nearest thing around and you just wanted to get your hands on something?” >She looks down for a spell before looking back up to you tinged with embarrassment >”To be honest, It’s hard to stop thinking about you even when I’m not in one of my bouts. I had wanted to kiss you for a while, and you may have been my first...” >Ah for fucks sake “You’re telling me that that was your first kiss?” >Her head lowers somewhat and her hands twist at her skirt nervously >Is she blushing? >”Well, yes.” >Guess you’d stolen away something important >Or rather had it thrust upon you in the moment >The knowledge bugs you and you can’t quite place why >It just kind of felt wrong that that’s how it went down “I don’t think that was a very good way for you to get introduced to macking.” >”And what would have been better? It was with someone I trusted and it was on my terms. I enjoyed it, thoroughly, actually.” “I mean that’s good and all but it was all passion. There was no romance in it. Isn’t that what girls like?” >”It would have been nice... but it was my choosing that lead it to be the way it was. I can’t really change that now can I?” “I guess not.” >You say the words but they still feel hollow and sour as they hang in the air >You can’t help but feel like you’re responsible for things turning out this way even though what she’d said was true >It was her choice to do it the way she did >And there was no going back and changing that >But still... “Can I do something for you please?” >She looks at you quizzically >”What do you mean?” “I- look, just answer me. Can I?” >She tosses the posed question in her mind before slowly nodding out of curiosity “Stand up.” >You rise, followed soon after by the hesitant girl >Motioning for her to come over to you you stand towering over her short stature >Reaching out a hand to her waist you stop “May I?” >She nods and you let your hand wrap around the back of her waist >The other hand raises to her cheek and brushes the hair away from her ear >Your fingers rest on the back of her neck with your thumb landing in front of her ear near the temple >You can feel her heartbeat steadily increasing and her breath quickening >”Anon, what-“ “Relax, just close your eyes.” >She does as you instruct and after a second you bend down connecting your lips to hers >A small ‘eep’ escapes her at the sudden contact >You softly let your lips roll over hers in a slow and sensual dance >You hold her in your arms and sway as the two of your mouths intertwine together >The kiss is delicate and sweet just like you wanted it to be >A gentle caress holds you both in place for a brief moment before you pull your head back and open your eyes >She opens her own soon after to look up at you >A deep crimson blazes underneath her pale skin threatening to boil over should it get any more intense >Her eyes are half glazed you notice “That’s what a first kiss should be like, sorry it had to be your second though.” >She looks star struck by your act and works her mouth in a futile attempt to talk >”I-I, uh, I um- oh my gosh.” >You see a small smile spread across her lips which she raises a hand to cover as she turns her head away from you >You release your hold on her waist and step back from her >As discretely as you can you adjust your pants >She turns back to you as if waiting for something >You know that what you’re about to do is a terrible idea but it’s not like you haven’t already been rolling with those up to this point “I like you ok? But like I said we still don’t really know each other. If we’re gonna do this then I think we should do it right. That being said, do you want to like, go get dinner or something sometime?” >It looks like your words don’t fully register for a few seconds until her eyes light up and her mouth opens >”Yes! I mean. Yes, I’d love to. When did you have in mind?” “Tomorrow? Could see a movie then go eat or something like that.” >”That sounds wonderful.” >Just then the old clock in the back of the store chimes letting you know that it was past five in the evening >The sound seems to bring her back to attention as she checks her phone >”I don’t mean to be rude but I really do need to be heading home. My parents might be wondering where I am by now.” >You nod “Yeah I should be closing up. So should I come pick you up or...?” >She taps through her phone for a few moments then hands it to you >”Just put your number in and I can text you my address. How does nine sound?” >You type in the numbers talking as you do “Won’t your parents be kind of a problem at that time of night? I kinda doubt they’d be cool with this.” >”Don’t worry, they won’t be a problem. Just make sure you’re not too early ok?” >You hand the phone back to her “If you say so.” >She turns to look back down the hallway then shifts back to you >She closes the distance between the two of you and looks up at you from below >She stares for a second then curls a finger in a come hither motion >”Come down here.” >You bend at her words and find her lips pressed lightly into yours for a second before releasing >You stand up straight as she backs off and looks at you with bubbling glee only being lightly suppressed by her practiced, calm, demeanor >”Okay, um, I’ll see you tomorrow?” “Yeah, see you tomorrow.” >She gives a cute little wave before using her hand to cover her smile again >”Bye.” “See ya.” >She walks down the hall turning to give one last wave before rounding the corner and heading for the door >The door jingles in the distance before closing and leaving you in a happy silence >Your mom’s gonna have a field day with this shit ... >”Anon, where are you going?” “Uh, out?” >”Where, it’s late.” “I’m just gonna hang with some friends. A friend.” >”And what’s this friend’s name? Last I checked you were kind of short on those.” >Ouch “Spoon.” >”What like Meth Spoon? People name their kids the weirdest shit nowadays.” >You raise a finger in question, then curl it in confusion, finally you splay your hand out palm up in bewilderment “Ok, firstly, Silver Spoon. Second, people have been naming their kids weird shit at least since your parents had you miss ‘Storm Kicker’. And third, you LITERALLY named me Anonymous. You cursed me from birth to be forgettable.” >”Hey, it’s a neat name, nice nickname too. Just imagine your cute little gay friend cooing your name as you pile drive him. ‘Oh Anon, mmmph Anon deeper, harder Anon.” >She places her hands on the table taking fake thrusts from some unseen force as she acts out getting railed, presumably by her own son >A few blinks bring it to your attention that you did in fact just witness that “What the fuck is wrong with you? He’s not- he’s not even a he!” >Her giggles stop dead as she hears your words >Oh god now you did it >”Waitwaitwait. So you’re telling me. That you’re leaving this house. At this time of night. To meet a friend. Who. Is. A. Girl?! Hold on, I’ll be right back.” >She turns on heel and heads deeper into the house >Leg it! Run! It’s your only chance! >Yeah thanks brain I’m on it >”Don’t you dare leave!” >God damn it it’s like she was in your fucking head sometimes >You groan and wipe a hand over your face >At least whatever it was couldn’t be as bad as the image of you raw dogging your mom’s ass that was still stuck in your mind >Dick, don’t you even fucking dare twitch I am not into that >Your why boner has no time to respond as your mom returns post haste carrying a box of condoms “Oh my god mom, what the fuck!” >She plucks out a string of condoms and tears one off before pocketing it and shoving the rest of the box in your hands >”I just want you to be safe.” >You look at the box then at her “Wha- I’m not a fuck machine! Why do you even have these?” >”Because *I* just want to be safe.” She sticks her tongue between her teeth in a sassy grin as she winks at you >She pushes you around by the shoulder and shoves you to the door >”I won’t keep you any longer. Go have fun!” >The door shuts behind you and you stand in astonishment for a few moments >You turn around and knock three times “I still need my keys!” ... >Jesus >The houses here were huge >Guess you were wrong about the rich thing, wealthy was more like it >You check your phone to see that you’re headed to the right place >When she texted you she’d told you to park a few houses down >This one’s about as good as any you guess >You’re across the street and a ways off from the actual destination but you wait as requested >You sit for nearly 15 minutes as time passes beyond 9 and you begin to worry >Was that little minx actually standing you up? >She didn’t seem like she was fucking with you when she said yes... >Maybe you’re just a total loser who has become so out of touch that you can’t even read social cues anymore >Oh wait no, there she is >Your thoughts abate as you watch her stroll along the opposite sidewalk as she spots your car >She crosses the street and as she does you see her wearing a fine dark blue dress that drops to just above her knees >It looks beautiful and the black embroidery accentuates her smaller bust to make it seem more apparent without being slutty >Elegant seems like too light a word >You immediately panic as you remember the clothes that you’re wearing are nothing more than a flannel and jeans >A sudden self consciousness rises up in you at the realization that you were taking a presumably wealthy girl in a fancy dress to get chili’s and watch the newest slaughter-sphere movie >Slaughter-Sphere 7: The Re-Sphereening >Maybe you should have taken her dancing instead... >You don’t know how to dance >Shut up brain >*Thunk* >”Uh, hi.” >You turn to see her climb up into your car before plopping down in the overly large seat and clicking the seatbelt into place “Sup, I didn’t realize it was formal wear for this. Sorry.” >She looks at you and then down at herself >”Sorry, I’d have worn something nicer if I didn’t have to jump out the window.” >*That* isn’t nice to her? How fucking loaded is she >Wait >What? “Jump out the window?” >She smoothes her dress out >”To get out of the house. I had to get out without my parents knowing. They think I’m asleep though so don’t worry.” >You start the car and head towards the street “Oh so your room’s on the first floor?” >”Second actually. The roof slopes down to the first floor though and I can jump from there.” “So you’re telling me you jumped off your roof?” >She nods >”Yeah.” “Just kinda jumped? Off your roof?” >”Well I have to roll when I hit the ground. I do a lot of gymnastics so I’m used to it.” >You reach a stop light and turn to look at her >Now that you’re inspecting closely you can actually see some grass fiber hanging off her dress in places >You’re starting to think she actually jumped off her roof >You shake your head ever so slightly >Are all woman crazy or just the ones you know? >”So what’s for dinner.” >Uhhhhhh “Chili’s?” >”Ooo I’ve never been there. Is it good?” >Maybe to budget living middle class peasants like yourself “I mean, I like it. And I can afford it.” >You laugh nervously waiting to see her reaction >”If you wanted to go somewhere else I could just pay.” >You side eye her as you drive “No.” >”Why not?” “Because the guy’s supposed to pay, at least on the first date. It’s like the thing you’re supposed to do, chivalry and all that.” >”But if I have plenty of money then why shouldn’t I just pay?” “Because you shouldnt? It’s like you’ve never been on a date or something.” >”I haven’t.” >You look at her for a moment before turning back to the road “I keep forgetting how young you are.” >”Good, forget it when we’re sitting in the back of the movie theatre too.” >The words are half mumbled out and under her breath but you hear them nonetheless >You see her eyes shoot open and a hand fly up to her mouth in shock >”I didn’t say that out loud did I?” >You nod with a stupid grin “Oh you totally did.” >She covers her face with her hand and slides down in her seat making it appear even more comically large than it already did with her in it >”I’m already messing this up.” >She whispers to herself but you pick it up “No you’re not. That’s one thing I want to get out of the way though. I’m not really comfortable with all this so we’re not doing anything scandalous ok? Just going out for a nice dinner, on my dime by the way. Seeing a movie. And maybe you’ll get a goodnight kiss if you behave.” >”Isn’t the girl the one that decides that last part?” “Yeah but unlike you I’m not the one who seems desperate here.” >She opens her mouth and swivels her head at you to retort before shutting it and looking straight ahead >”I can usually handle myself ok? It’s just... did you have to put so much cologne on?” >You sniff yourself “But I only put on one spray...” >Truth be told you can barely smell it >Maybe it’s just because you’ve been sitting in the car so long “Sorry, I just won’t put any on next time.” >”It’s fine, can we have the windows open a little though?” >You comply and crack the windows to vent the car >The brisk night air permeates the cabin as you drive towards the restaurant >A bit of an unnerving silence fills the car with only the wind to provide noise in the background “Do you have a movie you wanted to see or...? Cause I’ve got one in mind but I’m not sure you’d be into it.” >She quickly nods >”Mmhmm. Slaughter Sphere 7” >You raise in eyebrow at her in question “Slaughter Sphere?” >She smiles cutely at you >”Yeah Diamond and I watch the old ones all the time together.” “Aren’t you a bit young to watch that stuff?” >”No.” >To the point you see “And how does little underage you expect to get in to that?” >”You’re 22. You can buy R-rated tickets for those who happen to be age challenged but are still mature.” “Not just using me to get in are you?” >She scoffs in mock offense at your jest >”Of course not. If you don’t want to see it then what was your suggestion?” >You bark with laughter at her question and shake your head >”What?” “It was Slaughter Sphere.” >Her accusatory stare dissolves into a bubbly giggle at the revelation >”Hypocrite.” >You shrug and you both share a laugh as you pull into the parking lot of the restaurant >The lot was still relatively full as many people were enjoying their night out >You find a space and ease into it then unbuckle yourself >Getting out of the car you make your way around the side and wait for Silver to do the same >She remains where she is however, moving only to unbuckle her belt >You stand by her door until she looks up at you >Then she looks down at the door handle and back at you >Oh >You grab the handle and pull it open with an exaggerated flourish “Pardon me miss, I didn’t realize I was on butler duty tonight as well.” >Her eyes are facing forward when she closes them but they open in a glare at you >You offer a hand while you’re there and pull her out of the seat >”A gentleman helps his lady out of a car. A driver holds the door for a lady as well. You are fulfilling both roles tonight so I would think that it would be hard to forget that.” “See I just wanted to exceed your expectations and fail utterly rather than only partially. Thereby making you reconsider this ridiculous coupling.” >”You’re the one who asked me out.” She states pointedly “I did, because I wanted to act like your date and not your butler.” >”A butler doesn’t leave the household. They remain on the property unless otherwise accommodated nearby where they can be called upon at any time.” “Sounds like a slave.” >”We pay them.” “Sounds like a happy slave.” >”Just because someone chooses to live a well compensated life as a domestic servant doesn’t make them a wage slave. Maybe they enjoy their work. Maybe they’re just not overstepping their capabilities.” >That last statement hit a bit hard on you “So you’re saying they’re not good enough to be a fancy rich person like you? They weren’t born into luxury unlike you ya know.” >”No, they were not. Because of that fact they have a choice. A choice that *I* was not given the luxury of having.” >She throws the word back at you >”I am held in high regard and I am expected to be at the top of whatever it is I do by my family. The expectations are... steep, to put it lightly. I can choose to be whatever I want so long as it’s prestigious, distinguished, and profitable. Can you say that you have those standards weighing down on your shoulders?” “I can’t say I do, guess that’s a good thing since it didn’t stunt my growth like it did yours.” >The two of you arrive at the front door and you hold it open for her >She gives you a slightly exaggerated curtsey for your trouble >”I still have time to grow. I’m still young.” “Really? I hadn’t noticed.” >You smirk at your own humor >A hostess spots you and confirms your group number as she grabs the menus >Following her through the restaurant you make it to your seat and place a drink order “Ok, look, so it seems like you’ve got a lot on your plate family wise. I don’t want that to be how you view this,” You motion with a hand indicating both of you. “Just treat me like a normal dude and I’ll treat you like any other girl. Just leave the pretense of high society at the door alright?” >”It gives a sense of order and security. Maybe I enjoy all that pretense.” “Do you?” >”Ye-“ >The word never actually leaves her mouth and she stares through you in thought for a second >It looked like she’d never even considered the idea that maybe she didn’t enjoy all the pomp >”It’s what’s right. It’s how things should be and I’m ok with that.” >You shrug “I’m not trying to give you an existential crisis. I just want to know more about you.” >”Perhaps I should be a bit more forthcoming about myself. My name is Silver Spoon, I am the sole heir of my family’s estate and I am-“ >She stops and corrects herself in annoyance >”I *was* a national level gymnast. I could have gone to the olympics...” >Her voice trails off as her mind dwells on something >You speak up to bring her back out of herself “Sounds like you’re not too happy with how that turned out. What happened?” >”Puberty happened... it seems like it’s been the cause of all my problems for the past year or more. Ever since I started getting these urges I have I haven’t been able to focus in class and as a result my grades have become somewhat... less than satisfactory. My parents deigned it counterproductive to allow me to continue my athletic pursuits while my academics suffered so they forbid me from competing until my grades were up to par again and I showed that I could maintain them.” “Sounds rough, you get a D in a class or something?” >”I have a B+ in one of my classes, the rest are A’s.” “Oh, so they’re pretty strict then.” >”Yes, you could say that...” “Do you hold it against them that they won’t let you do your circus routine?” >She glares at you “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that, just making a joke.” >Her eyes soften and she returns to a more relaxed posture >”I- I do and I don’t. I know that they have my best interest in mind. A person can only be an athlete for so long before their body gives out, especially in gymnastics... But if I don’t do it now then I’ll never be able to. Sometimes it seems like it’s the only thing they let me have that’s actually mine but now I don’t even have that.” >A small pause lets your own brain churn with thought “At least you have parents you can count on to give guidance.” >”Do you not?” >You shift in your seat thinking of how to phrase your response “My relationship with my mom is... well it’s interesting. A lot of the time she feels more like a friend or a roommate than a mom which can be good; don’t get me wrong. Sometimes I need my mom though and not some chick in her 50s who likes to act like she’s still in college.” >”That doesn’t sound so bad. Does she care about you?” “Yeah she does but it’s still weird every time she offers me a joint or gives me vivid details about her sex life, both past and present. I’m of the opinion that a man’s knowledge about his mom’s vagina should be limited, her opinion differs.” >Disgust crosses her face >”Your mom smokes?” “Yeah.” >”Do you?” “It’s not like a habit or anything but I have. I stick to edibles mostly.” >”You realize that’s bad for you right?” “So? Lots of things are bad for you but that doesn’t stop me from doing them.” >”Like what?” “Drinking mainly, eating junk food, hanging out with people liable to get me thrown in jail for statutory.” >She rolls her eyes with a slight shake of her head >”You shouldn’t be drinking either.” “And why not?” >”Because it’s a bad habit to have.” “You mean just like every other adult on the planet?” >”But you’re not-“ “Not what? An adult? Legally I’ve been one for four years and I’ve actually felt like one for the past two. I know this may be hard to fathom but the age difference between us is more than half of your life. I was in third grade learning how to write in cursive when you were *born*.” >Her eyes shoot up at an angle in annoyance as she adjusts her glasses >”I get it. You’re a dirty old man taking advantage of a nubile little girl like myself to satisfy all your perverse and degenerate sexual kinks. You don’t have to remind me of it every few minutes.” >You go through a range of expressions >First you squint with your mouth open formulating a retort >Following that your eyes open slightly and your brow curls in on itself in question >Finally your mouth collapses shut and you sigh slightly >Maybe she was right and you needed to find something else to talk about >The more you thought about how old you were comparatively made you feel even more like a pedo “Point taken.” >The conversation lulls for a moment when the server comes by to take your orders >You expected her to get something on the pricey side but she opts to just have a salad for her entree >You get chicken with chipotle sauce >It’d been a favorite of yours ever since you tried it the first time and you got it pretty regularly ever since >With the orders taken the server departs leaving you in silence once again >Try as you might you fail to think of a conversation piece and sit quietly for a moment >You take a sip of your drink and let your eyes wander only to be brought back to your date who was looking at you with an uncertain look on her face >You tilt your head up and hum at her inquisitively in a bid to start the conversation again >Apparently that was all the prompting she needed >”Do you really get high often?” “Still on that huh? Well I am a bit of a bad boy if you didn’t know.” >You let an overly fake, grizzled, tone creep into your throat >She lets out a small giggle >”Dangerous are you?” >You nod “Every time I get high I end up destroying something. Usually it’s just a bag of chips but you know, I destroy them.” >This time you get a bit more of a throaty chuckle from her >”Are you ever serious?” >You shrug “Not very often it would seem.” >”What’s it like?” “Getting high?” >She nods with an affirming hum “Well your brain gets sluggish, it helps me relax a lot. If you have enough then a lot of the sensations your body experiences are enhanced. You get really spacey and kind of zone in and out. You get hungry a lot, that and horny.” >Her brow furrows “What’s wrong?” >”I was thinking it sounded fun until that last bit.” “Yeah, might not be the best idea with your uh, situation.” >Your food arrives and you thank the waitress before tucking in to your meal >A moment passes in what you assume to be a comfortable silence >You’re chewing a bite of the chipotle laden chicken when she speaks up >”Can I try some of yours? It looks good.” “Huh? Sure, here.” >You cut a piece off and make sure to get it lathered in the sauce before handing your loaded fork to her >She takes it and opens her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out to accommodate the food >The sight spurs something within you and you avert your eyes awkwardly >When you look back you see that she has a drop of the sauce on her chin which she scoops up with a finger >Sticking the finger in her mouth she sucks it clean before taking her napkin and wiping both her finger and her chin >You shift in your seat to move your loins into a different position >Jesus, even when she wasn’t trying... >She chews slowly, savoring the taste >Finally swallowing, she looks at you happily >”Mmm, I love spicy food. It’s a shame I barely ever get to have it.” “Why is that?” >”I tend to not handle it well... it still tastes so good though.” >As she speaks she takes a fry off your plate and dips it in the sauce >It’s quickly brought to her lips which open and snap shut around the morsel to let her jaw work at it’s treat >A content hum reverberates from her chest as she lets the taste sit before swallowing >She looks at you bashfully >”Sorry, is it ok if I have some more?” >You breath out a laugh “Sure.” >You push your plate to the middle of the table and let her pick at it as she pleases while you eat the main portion >You watch her slowly lose interest in her own food for the most part as she takes fry after fry one after the other >You notice a light sheen of sweat forming at her brow and on her cheeks as she goes >Before long she had to stop and nurse her drink heavily before going back to her own food >Panting slightly, she breathes with her mouth ajar in an attempt to ventilate the burning pit that it had transformed into >The sight was quite amusing especially given her prior formality “I think I see what you mean by ‘not handling it well’ now.” >She fans at her face with one of her hands and shrugs slightly >”It’s worth it.” >As you get close to finishing your food the conversation slows >You start to worry once again about trying to come up with a topic but you’re saved the trouble >”Do you masturbate?” >You choke on the piece of food you’re chewing when you process the words >You take a moment to clear your throat and take a sip of your drink “What?” >”You know, do you masturbate?” >She adds the accompanying hand motion as if she thought she needed to clarify “Why do you want to know?” >”I don’t have many guy friends, well, I don’t have any actually. I’m just curious.” “How many friends *do* you have?” >She thinks for a moment >”Just Diamond really. Stop trying to avoid the question.” >Your eyes wander uncomfortably, searching for anywhere to look but at her “I’m a single guy in my twenties, what do you think?” >”Single?” “One date doesn’t make us official.” >”What if I want us to be official?” “Putting aside the fact that we only just started getting to know each other? I can’t say I’m eager to parade around the fact that I’m dating a kid.” >”Is it really that big of a deal?” “You tell me, I’m not the one that had to sneak out of my house tonight.” >”Ok but that’s different. I’d have to do that with any boy I was dating.” “That doesn’t help to ease my misgivings about this you know.” >”I’m not asking you to put it on facebook or something. I just want you to call me your girlfriend.” “Is that what you are?” >”I can’t answer that for you.” “I’m not really partial to dating more than one person at once. So I guess that means you are.” >She smiles softly >”Good. I can’t wait to tell Diamond that I got a boyfriend before her >The smile transforms into a devilish smirk “Competition or something?” >”More like I finally beat her to something. She’s always the one doing things first. It doesn’t help that she’s a year older than me.” “So is she a grade above you?” >”No, she started school late and I started it early so we’re both freshman.” “Must be nice to have a friend nearby.” >”Do you not have any friends?” >You squint at her >”I didn’t mean-“ “I have friends. A couple anyway, problem is they live about half a state away from here so I don’t see them very often.” >”Oh, I’m sorry, did they move away for college?” “I did actually. I’m not from here originally but my mom was looking to move anyway and I mentioned wanting to go to college around here. We don’t really have the money for me to stay in a dorm so she just decided to move with me and here we are.” >”Oh, I didn’t know, has it been tough being somewhere different?” “It can be at times but it’s also good, the main problem is my campus is like an hour away from here so I don’t really get to hang out with anyone from school. I mainly just talk to my friends from back home on my computer and play games with them.” >”It’s good that you still keep in touch with them at least. Your mom decided to just uproot herself though?” “Yeah, after her and my dad got divorced she wasn’t too keen on hanging around that area. Can’t say I really blame her either. Plus we keep each other company so I can’t complain.” >”I’m sorry, that must be hard having your parents separated like that. What happened?” “My dad cheated on her. Multiple times. It’s been a few years now so I’m mostly over it, I worry about her sometimes though...” >Memories of past events swim through your head as you recall the process nearly four years prior >You had just turned 18 and thus had the choice of who you’d stay with rather than being stuck in the middle of a custody battle >You had looked up to your father, thought he was cool >You thought he was a good man and he taught you so much about what it meant to be a gentleman >It hurt that much more when you heard what he’d been doing behind your mom’s back >You took it hard >You’re not sure but you think that’s when you vowed to be better than him >To be a good man >To be what he couldn’t be for you and your mom >It wasn’t a hard decision to live with your mom after that >You knew that you’d have to get a job to keep the two of you afloat with her own pay check after the divorce went through but you didn’t mind >She’d always been there for you and you were going to be there for her >Because you’re a good man >Right? >Your fourteen year old girlfriend across the table cuts through your mental turmoil >”Is that why she smokes?” “What? Sorry” >”Your mom.” “Oh, yeah probably. She was always a bit loose when it came to that kind of thing but she started doing it more regularly after the split. She always kind of assumed I had done stuff too so I wasn’t too surprised when she offered to let me join her that first night. I think that was the first night she really opened up to me and let me help her talk through how she was feeling. Lots of crying that night from both of us...” >You take a sip of your drink as your mouth had suddenly found itself arid and numb “Might have overshared a little there, sorry.” >”No, it’s ok, you should feel like you can talk to me about these things.” “You my therapist now?” >Before she responds the waitress returns to take your now empty plates >”Will you guys be having anything for dessert tonight?” >Silver motions to pipe up but you cut her off “Can we just get the check actually? Thanks.” >She deflates with dejection at your words “Don’t worry, we can go and get ice cream or something after the movie.” >The words put the smile back on her face >It doesn’t take the waitress long to return with the check which you make sure to take from her hands when you notice Silver beginning to dig into her purse >You hand the check back and flash an innocent smile across the table as she huffs in annoyance “I told you, first date’s on me.” >”After you just got finished telling me about your financial troubles?” >You wave a hand dismissively “More like financial concerns really. Trust me, I’ll be fine.” >Your card is returned to you and you look at your date “Ready to go?” >She nods and you scoot out of your seat to offer her a hand >She takes it delicately and rises from her own seat >She put so little pressure on your hand that you’re almost certain the only thing requiring it to be there was the formality of it all >Regardless you hold the door for her on the way out and begin walking back towards your car with her at your side >You grab the door handle and pull it open for her to climb up into the seat >You close it and make your way to the driver side of the car >Your fire it up and turn the radio on to one of the usual stations before angling off towards the shopping center where the theatre resided ... “Well, shit.” >”That’s unfortunate.” >The two of you stare up at the movie listings on the cineplex sign >There was your intended movie’s title with the times it was showing along with a bold font sign reading “SOLD OUT” next to it >The massive line outside didn’t help either “Anything else look interesting to you?” >You let your eyes roam over the movie titles >Nothing particularly jumped out at you as you did >A slight tug on your arm brings your attention downwards >Silver points at the board and you follow her finger >Moonlighter >You didn’t recognize the title but it seemed interesting enough >Wonder why it’s rated R “What’s it about?” >”I’m not sure, I think I remember hearing something about it being good though.” “Guess it won’t hurt to try. Come on.” >You get in line and slowly sift forward >It would seem that at least half the people didn’t look up and read the sign only to notice that the movie they were trying to see was sold out when they got to the booth >It didn’t take long to get to the front with how many windows were open and how many people ended up bailing on finding another movie altogether >When it’s your turn you walk up to the counter and place your card on the surface >Bending down you speak into the intercom “Hi, two for Moonlighter please.” >The woman at the window looks from you to Silver and back again uncertainly but takes your card >What’s that about >”Here you are sir. Enjoy your movie.” >You thank her and head inside making sure to hold the door for your date >You offer to buy something from the concession stand but neither of you are particularly hungry yet >Shit’s overpriced anyway >The two of you use the restroom before making your way to the screen room >Silver leads you to the top row of seats even though the place is mostly empty save for a few couples here and there spread throughout the room >You take your seat next to her and lean over to speak quietly “Those glasses have a zoom lens or something? I’d think someone with bad eyesight would want to sit up front.” >”I like my privacy.” >That was the end of that as you sat through the boring run up ad placement that always played before the trailers >Most of the trailers themselves were pretty dull >Generic spy thriller >Jump scare horror movie >Sappy romance shit >The umpteenth superhero flick in the past decade >While the ads played on you felt Silver lifting the arm rest between you >You lift your arm to let her raise the divider >She leans into you and you wrap your arm around her shoulders to get more comfortable >Both of you recline with her head on your chest as the opening of the movie begins to roll on screen >You’re not sure what you expected this movie to be about but you instantly realize what the ticket girl’s weird look was about as the film cold opens on a montage of the main character getting fucked in several different motel rooms >Each scene had a different guy and at the end of each was a cut of a cash hand off >You look down at Silver and she up at you, both with confused looks “Is this about prostitutes?” You whisper >She shrugs and shakes her head, unsure >You turn your attention back to the movie >Much of the plot revolved around the contrast between the female lead’s “job” and her personal life where she had started a relationship and was trying to sort her life out by going straight and narrow >There were several instances of her falling back into prostitution for easy money and each time it seemed like she lost a little bit of herself >Conversely, every time she made love to her new man she seemed to gain back her vigor >By nature this meant that there were numerous scenes with both raw lust and passionate lovemaking >You were only roughly halfway through the flick when Silver started to squirm underneath your arm >It was only little shifts at first but it quickly escalated to much more noticeable wriggling >You could hear her breath laboring under her body’s desire >This probably wasn’t the best choice of movie... >Her hands work at her dress, clenching and unclenching wrinkling the fabric underneath >Her legs rub against themselves in a vain attempt to cool the nestled fire “You ok?” >She releases a small *eep* as if she had forgotten you were even there and was startled to hear your voice >”Yes, y-yes I’m fine. Thank you.” “We can leave if you want.” >”I don’t want this to get in the way of tonight.” “Are you sure?” >She simply nods in response >Placing one hand on your thigh and the other on your chest next to her head she resumes laying on you >There’s a calm between the frequent sex as some actual plot develops in the story >You get another 20 or so minutes into the movie when her conviction begins to falter again >It starts when the female lead and the main man have an intimate moment that snowballs into something more >This scene was a bit more graphic than the others in that it wasn’t just a quick and dirty series of cuts >Instead it focused on the act itself and presented it as the main attraction rather than what it represented >Silver’s legs resume their squirming and her hands paw at both your chest and your leg >Her face slowly rubs into your shirt as she breathes deeply of the exalted scent permeating your presence >Tiny pants and puffs drift up to you from the writhing mass underneath your arm >You feel awkward and unsure of what to do >You mostly feel bad that she has to sit through this being how she is but you offered to leave and she refused >If this is what it gets like a lot of the time you can imagine how hard it would be for her to focus on things like class work >You want to do something >But you shouldn’t >You want to help her >But what could you do? >You told yourself you’d treat her right >Be a gentleman >But what’s the right thing to do in a situation like this? >She’s in a lot of discomfort >But she’s too young Anon >Your mind chases itself in circles for minutes until a slight whimper from underneath your arm halts your tumultuous thoughts >The hand on your thigh is working itself open and closed on repeat while the hand that was on your chest in now firmly lodged between Silver’s teeth >She’s biting it >Hard >Her eyes look frenzied and swirl every which way in a desperate attempt to find something >You don’t know what’s right but the time for debate has passed in your mind >You whisper once more “Silver.” >She looks straight up at you with panic and worry “I’m gonna ask you this one more time. Are you ok?” >Her eyes bounce from you to the screen to your chest and back to your own eyes >With her hand still in her mouth and a small trickle of tears on either cheek she shakes her head weakly >You steel yourself internally against your own moral quandaries “Here.” >You reach past her and lift the arm rest on the opposite side >Then you shift yourself at an angle towards her and sit up straighter “Lay down.” >She lifts her legs onto the seat and reclines against your chest >You hold her up with the arm not draped over her still and hold her in what is hopefully a comfortable position >Her legs are bent at an angle with her feet on the face of the seat next to her >You place a hand on her knee and gently massage it >You hesitate but move further down the inside of her thigh as her legs spread open at your touch >You squeeze and knead at the flesh of her petite thighs rolling the muscle beneath your fingers >You get halfway down her leg but stop and trace back up >You repeat the process several times unable to get yourself to go further down >This goes on for a minute or two until your hand stops dead at her mid thigh >You try to force yourself to go lower >You tell yourself it’s for her >To help her >Not because you want to >But because it’ll help her >The half truth gnaws at your conscience >You’re saved the mental debate as Silver grips your arm and pulls your hand further down >All of your rubbing is probably teasing her and pushing her further into desperate desire >You feel a pang of guilt at your inadvertent exacerbation of the situation >You take a deep breath and set aside your worries >You made this bed now lie in it >You resume your massaging as you move further south towards her honey pot >When your fingers first brush against her panties you’re more than surprised at how damp the cloth is >Rubbing your fingers along the outside of the material elicits a soft moan from the girl beneath you and your mind starts to panic thinking someone had heard >You stop your ministrations and look around >No one in the seats below yours seems to have noticed at least “You have to stay quiet if I’m gonna do this. We can’t get caught.” >She nods and wraps a hand over her mouth >Using her free hand she pushes your own back into action >She then wraps her arm around the upper part of yours with a fierce grip >Each slight poke and prod of your fingers is welcomed with a twitch of her legs or the tightening of her grip on you >Occasionally small moans and squeaks leak out from behind her hand but not loud enough to garner attention >You had only been with a few girls but she was by far the wettest you’d ever felt >Wondering if it has to do with her condition, you save the thought for later and focus on your muse >Finding her entrance beneath the fabric you gently push into it from outside her panties >Your finger doesn’t go far but you feel a stifling warmth present just beyond your reach >Pulling your hand back you begin to pull her panties to the side >Once she realizes what you’re doing Silver lifts her hips up to give you easier access before letting them fall back onto the seat >Short stubbles of hair meet your fingertips as you run your hand along her pelvis and down towards her sensitive nub >Usually you would have to wet your finger before beginning but it would seem that wouldn’t be a concern here >As your finger begins making slow circles around her clit a low, guttural, moan reverberates from within Silver’s chest > You bring your other hand up and gently knead at her small bust through the beautiful dress producing further pleasureful exclamations >Your hand at her clit slowly ramps into a quick back and forth oscillation >You haven’t been going for more than a minute before her hips begin to buck >She shoves her mound into your hand desperately >In seconds her deceivingly small thighs snap shut over your hand as her orgasm wracks her body >You can feel the muscles both in her legs and the space between spasming as a torrent of nectar leaks out of her opening and down the crevasse formed by her cheeks >You hold her gently as she rides out the last waves of ecstasy before settling into a deeply breathing heap upon your chest >That’s without a doubt the fastest you’ve ever made a girl cum and you’re not entirely sure that you believe it actually happened >You begin to retract your arm but are stopped as instead it’s pulled further down to align your fingers with her winking passage >She removes her hand shakily from her mouth >Tilting her head she looks up at you, upside down, and pleads in a quiet whimper >”More, please, I need more.” >You couldn’t lie about the fact that you were getting turned on by all the cute little noises she was making but her words sent a veritable flood of life to your member >Your hand moves unburdened with paltry thoughts of morality >Rational thought falls by the wayside and you let your finger circle her entrance greedily >Slickness spills from her recesses as your lust guides your hand in slow, rhythmic, motions >Your free hand adjusts your length within your pants as progressively more frequent and heady moans emanate from the depths of her licentious confines >Placing the pad of your finger on her opening you give her a moment of bated breath before plunging into her depths >”Ah! Mmnnh!” >You shush her again as her exclamations begin to rise along with her pleasure >”Sorry, please keep going. It- ah! Your finger’s so warm.” >Your finger curls, rubbing it’s tip along the soft inner wall in it’s search for a target >Darting from one direction to another it pokes and prods at each sensitive patch within the small girl >Slowly, you trace the wet velvety walls >Taking your time you playfully prolong your exploration knowing all too well that it was both aggravating and alleviating her raging coils of knotted lust >One you hit a space not far inside of her and towards her navel you hear her breath hitch heavily and her arms tighten like a vice around your own >You had found what you were looking for >You start by slowly circling the space lightly >Then you apply some pressure >Further still you press into it while you rub your finger up and down, left and right >Each time you make sure to take stock of her reaction to each >Finding that the last method produced the greatest reaction with her legs rubbing against your arm and her grip tightening around your finger, you focus your efforts >Maintaining a steady pace you oscillate your finger within her to an ever growing choir of pleasurable noises >You steadily up your speed over the course of a minute or two as Silver begins to buck her hips in an attempt to drive your finger against her erogenous zone even harder >”Nnh! An-non! I’m close!” >She’s getting pretty loud but you weren’t going to stop now >You escalate your movements to a blur and you feel your hand starting to cramp from the effort >”You’re gonna- You’re gonna make me-!” >It seems she’s forgotten her inside voice let alone her getting-fingered-in-the-back-of-a movie-theatre voice >”Aahh!” >A deluge of her essence coats your hand as well as the seat she resided on as a second orgasm rips through her as though it were lightning >Your finger is forced out as her muscles constrict forcefully and her hips buck at air >You hold her once again, inadvertently, as her own tiny arms pin you across her chest >It takes a minute for her to settle most of the way down >Hopefully no one- >*click!* >A beam of light shines across the rows of seats searching upward towards the back “Shit!” >You immediately enter panic mode and shake Silver “We have to go!” >Your hushed whisper rouses her and she bolts upright into a standing position only to collapse when she tries to move her legs for the exit on the opposite side of the theatre from where the guard came in >Without stopping to think you scoop her up and sling her onto your back >Supporting her with your left arm you use your right to stabilize yourself on seat backs as you dart in a hunched position towards the stairs >You get halfway down when the light hits the two of you >”Hey! Stop!” >Haha no thanks buddy >You take the steps two at a time and almost trip over your own legs when you hit the landing >You slam into the back exit door and rush inside >Following the signs you run down a corridor and finally reach a door with another exit sign over it >You burst through this one as well and find yourself under cover of darkness >Parking lot >It’s the parking lot >Car? >You swivel your head back and forth >You hadn’t paid much attention when you were parking >A hand taps your head and you see a finger pointing off in a direction >”It’s that way!” >Silver’s own hushed whisper sets your feet on fire as you bound through the maze of parked cars towards your own >When you find it you let Silver down and extract your keys >The two of you jump in and without looking back you fire it up and speed off into the night >You take twists and turns, back streets and an indirect route until you’re sure no one’s following you >Both of you have been quiet the entire time as the tension took the voice out of your throats >You pull up to a red light and your nerves are finally allowed to settle for a second >You look over to Silver who looks as worried as you feel but with some hope and relief on her face as well >You both take a deep breath and exhale shakily “I’d hate to be the guy that had to clean that seat...” >Silver turns to look at you blankly >You turn to her and do the same >You crack first as a gout of air shoots through your teeth >Silver follows directly after with her own maniacal laugh bordering on hysterical >The light turns green but you sit there with no one else in sight as the two of you reel at the absurdity of the situation >”Oh my gosh.” “Hooooly shit.” >”That was too close.” “Way too fuckin close.” >The two of you blabber over each other and back and forth until you finally settle down >Sitting in silence once again you drive off >You steer aimlessly until you remember that you had promised something else before the night was over “Soooo, ice cream?” >Silver looks at you and beams as she too remembers your earlier promise >Nodding vigorously she smiles as she adjusts herself in her seat >At last you have a goal in mind and waste no time angling off towards the nearest parlor ... >You arrive at a small local shop that you’d been to before >The prices were pretty high but at least the stuff they sold was good >Parking a small walk away you shut the engine off “Ready to go?” >You expect an energetic response but Silver just stares down at her hands sheepishly “What’s wrong?” >”I don’t think I should go in. The back of my dress is kind of... wet.” >Oh “Right, how about I go in and we can eat it in the car?” >She nods >”Sorry.” “Don’t worry about it. Know what flavor you want?” >”Raspberry please, or strawberry if they don’t have it.” “Coming right up.” >You leave the keys with Silver and head inside the shop ... >Your eyes trail Anon’s back until he’s through the door of the shop >Reaching down into your purse you dig out your phone and finally read the message you’d felt go off during the movie >Diamond, as expected >”How’s the date with hot stuff going?” >You type out a quick reply “I feel like I’ve been a nervous wreck all night but I’m having so much fun!” >You wait a minute before she replies >”He hasnt tried to make a move on you has he? Ill kill him if he touches you without your permission.” “Oh my gosh Diamond he wouldn’t hurt me. No, he hasn’t touched me without my permission.” >”But he has touched you hasnt he?” >You stare at the phone uncertainly >You decide to throw away pretense in favor of brevity “I had one of my episodes and he... helped me take care of it.” >”Did he make you do anything?” “No, he’s been such a gentleman even if he likes to think he’s all aloof and nonchalant. He’s been so sweet and understanding and caring.” >”It almost sounds like you’re in love ;P” “Oh my gosh shut UP Diamond. It hasn’t even been one whole date yet.” >Your peripherals catch Anon walking out of the parlor “I have to go, tell me how the trip is going later tonight ok?” >”Only if you let me in on the juicy details. Love you Sil.” “Love you Di.” >You stash the phone just as Anon gets to the car >You reach over to push open the driver side door for him ... “Thanks. Weren’t too bored I hope?” >Silver shakes her head with a slight smile >You hand her the choice scoop of raspberry you had been given along with a plastic spoon and take your seat >”Thank you.” “No prob. So, how’s your first date stacking up against your imagination?” >”Well it isn’t exactly what I had envisioned and it isn’t the most normal of circumstances, at least I doubt it is... but I’m having a great time. Thank you for all of this.” “Normal is boring anyway. What we have is much more interesting.” >”Much more dangerous you mean?” “Potato patato.” >She giggles >”You’re such a child.” “I really hope you don’t fail to see the irony in that statement.” >You share yet another laugh >Bits and pieces of conversation crop up between bites as you enjoy yourselves >”What’s it like working at a book store?” “What kind of classes are you taking?” >”Did you play any sports?” >Most of the questions are inconsequential but a few interesting ones appear >”How many girlfriends have you had?” “Uhh, why?” >”I’m curious.” “I feel like that’s a weird topic for discussion.” >”This whole situation is weird anyway, what does it matter?” >You actuate your eyebrows in deference “I guess you have a point. A few.” >”How many?” >You roll your eyes at her insistence “Three, funnily enough each relationship lasted for less time than the previous one.” >”What happened?” >You take a moment to reflect “Well the first girl broke it off with me because she got bored of me or something, ended up shacking up with some dude like the next week so I always wondered if she was cheating on me or not. The second chick was kind of a mess, she had a lot of issues at home which took a pretty heavy toll on our relationship and I kind of realized I didn’t actually like her that much so I broke it off. The third one was this girl I met on a dating app. We hung out for a while and dated for a few weeks but we kind of just stopped talking after a while, neither of us were really that invested I guess.” >”Sounds like you’re better off with me.” >You hear the smirk before you turn to see it “Confident little shit aren’t you?” >”It helps me get what I want sometimes.” “Your parents teach you that?” >”Diamond actually.” >You hum in your throat “And what is it that you want?” >Her eyes snap down to your lap before revisiting your gaze >”Information.” >You cock an eyebrow “What kind exactly?” >”Are you a virgin?” >You clear your throat with some exaggeration “I’m sorry, what?” >”A virgin, it means you haven’t had-“ “I know what a virgin is, thanks.” >Your interruption forces a smile to spread across her lips >Oh so that’s how it is? She just likes fucking with you it would seem “Does it matter?” >”I just want to know. It’s fine if you are, I’m a virgin.” >She states matter of factly “You’re fourteen and this is your first ever date, I’d hope you’re a virgin.” >”Why? Want to ruin my innocence yourself? Make me all yours?” >You can see the haze creeping into her eyes again “Let me stop you right there. No, I’m not a virgin.” >Clarity reveals itself as she takes a bite of her ice cream and focuses on your voice >”With who?” “My third girlfriend, if you could even call her that. It was more of a fling honestly.” >”Did you enjoy it?” >You start to think that this really isn’t a conversation you should be having “It was ok, I didn’t put much value in who I lost my virginity to. Something I would advise you to do differently.” >You point your spoon at her to emphasize your point >Finishing the remainder of your treat you wait for her to do the same >When both bowls are empty you get out and discard them in a nearby bin >Returning to the car you fire it up again “As much fun as this has been I should probably be getting you home don’t you think?” >Silver sighs >”Do you have to?” >Chuckling slightly you nod “Yeah, I don’t think my mom would take kindly to me having you over for the night without even meeting you beforehand.” >”I wouldn’t mind meeting her. Or am I not the kind of girl you take home to meet your mother?” >You know she’s joking but it still makes you think of how your mom would react “More like *she’s* the kind of girl you wouldn’t take home. I think maybe we should wait on that though ‘cause even she has her limits. I’ll try and ease her into the whole thing rather than just rolling up with someone I should be baby sitting rather than finger-blasting in the back of a movie theatre.” >She nods in agreement as you angle out of the parking lot >”Probably a wise idea. Also, ‘finger-blasting’?” “Oh, sorry, should I use a more formal term? How about extra-deep tissue massage?” >Your fingers air quote your last sentence >You should probably start counting how many times you make her eyes roll >The drive back seems shorter than on the way there since your nerves weren’t forcing you to over analyze every little detail >Before long you’re where you were at the beginning of your little outing parked a few houses down from Silver’s >Sitting in silence for a moment makes it all the harder to say what you must >When you do however you’re surprised at just how reluctant you actually are to do so “I’d love to sit here all night and do nothing with you but unfortunately my mom would probably start getting worried if I did.” >She lowers her head and looks up at you sheepishly >”Do you have to go?” >You shrug “Nah, let’s just call my mom and tell her I’ll be sleeping here then barge into your place to tell your parents that A. You’re dating a guy who’s 22 and B. You snuck out of the house to do so. Oh, not to mention C. I’ll be staying the night and knowing your level of self control I’ll probably end up plowing you till the sun rises regardless of my own hang-ups because, as they say, ‘Dick don’t care.’,” >”Well I mean that last part sounds nice...” >You shake your head “Yeah, not happening though. Besides, I told you to value your virginity so don’t let the downstairs do the thinking. Got it?” >She nods >”Yes, I know, Dad.” “Just be lucky I’m not old enough to actually be your father.” >Another sigh >”Have I been good enough to get a goodnight kiss at least?” “Pfft. I’m not sure I’d use the word ‘good’,” >You lean across the seat all the same and she turns to face you >With a hand on her arm you pull her into another kiss and let your lips mingle >She feels so small and delicate under your touch and the warmth radiating off of her is savory in its own right >You break the kiss before things escalate further and pull back into your seat >You watch her open her eyes and smile coyly at you >”Thank you.” She whispers “I can’t say I don’t enjoy it too...” >Getting one last giggle from her you smile in reply >”Goodnight Anon.” “Goodnight Sil.” >With that she grabs her purse and opens the door >With one last wave she turns and you watch as she heads to her house seemingly engrossed in her phone until she reaches the lattice work covered in vines >You think to yourself as you watch her deftly scale the outside of her home until she reaches the perch of her window >Maybe delicate isn’t the right way to view her... >In another moment she’s gone and has disappeared within >Turning the engine on you happily hum along to the radio as you make your way home ... >Placing your purse down on the bed you check your phone one last time >No messages from Anon and none from Di about the date >Should be ok if your dad asks to look through your phone again >You can’t believe he still does that, it’s not like you’re a little kid anymore >Although you guess he probably has a point considering what you’ve been up to... >Whatever, you’re a teenager, you should be allowed to act like one >At least you’re not out getting drunk or doing drugs >Like Anon... >Okay so maybe he isn’t the best influence >But he hasn’t tried to get you to do anything and he’s so nice and he seems like he really cares >He’s not like all those jerks your parents told you most boys are like >Right...? >He wouldn’t hurt you >He wouldn’t use you >He’s better than that >They just don’t know what they’re talking about >And Di hasn’t even had a boyfriend so how would she know? >And what’s Anon worried about? There’s no way you were going to get c- >*Click* >You jump as the lights flick on >”Would you mind telling me where you’ve been for the past few hours Silver?” ... >You awake on Sunday to a bad feeling in your gut >Friday had gone pretty well but when you had sent Silver a message the next morning she never responded >So you waited a few hours then sent another >No response >You tried to keep from worrying but by Saturday night your thoughts had bounced from her losing her phone to her getting in an accident or something >Maybe she didn’t even want to see you again >Did you get played? >No >Why would she do that? >Girls can be cunts sometimes... >Then again so can guys >Maybe- >Two rapt knocks sever your mental thread >”Breakfast is ready, eat it soon or else I’ll do it for you.” >Food might do you some good >You get out of bed and throw on some pajamas over your boxers as well as a shirt >Heading into the dining room you take your seat which had already been set for you >”It lives” >You grumble a “Good morning” at her in response >”So, you never told me about your date on Friday. Details.” >Rolling your eyes you fix your gaze on her “I thought people weren’t supposed to kiss and tell?” >She smirks >”Half the fun is in the telling. Come on. Spill it.” >Between her passing out before you got home on Friday and then working at the hospital most of yesterday the two of you hadn’t really been able to chat “What is there to tell? We met up, went to a movie, then got ice cream and I dropped her off.” >Your mom fixes you with an incredulous look >”Like I believe that. First base?” >You roll your eyes again “No, mom.” >She raises an eyebrow with a smirk >”Second? Third?” >You widen your eyes and furrow your brow in annoyance “No. And before you ask, no, not a home run either.” >You see her deflate a little at your words and shrugs >”Sorry honey, I guess you just don’t have your mother’s charm.” >You pinch the bridge of your nose and rub the pits of your eyes >With a sigh you pause before you confess “Mom, do you remember that girl that forgot her purse at the bookstore last week?” >”The young cute one? Yeah, why?” “It was her.” >She looks at you puzzled for a moment >”Wha-...” >Her voice trails off then her eyes snap a little wider and she bores into you with an intense stare >”No.” >You physically cringe and nod “Yeeeaaah...” >”I was kidding about the cradle robbing thing! Oh my god, please tell me you’re joking.” >She stares at you for a moment waiting with a mix of anxiety and hope >You shake your head >”Jesus Anon, at least tell me you didn’t touch her or anything. You didn’t let her touch you did you?” >Her hand lays palm up pointed at you as if waiting for you to place some good news in her hand “We didn’t do anything.” >A small bit of relief washed over her until something creeps through her head >”Do her parents know? You were out really late, were they ok with that?” “Well, uh, she kind of... snuck out...” >”Oh my god Anon are you retarded? Did you get an extra chromosome on accident?” >Now it’s her turn to pinch the bridge of her nose >You sit in awkward silence as she thinks >She finally removes her fingers and looks at you again >”You didn’t touch her?” “No.” >Your face doesn’t falter but your soul winces >”How long has this been going on?” “We started talking once she came back for her purse. We kind of hit it off. She’s really mature for her age and she was dropping hints and stuff and she’s, uh... she’s really... cute.” >You find it even harder to admit it openly than you had in your own head >Your mom nods >”Okay, it’s bad but we can still fix this. You’ll just have to let her down easy and make sure she knows it was a one time thing okay?” >You wince “Uh, that’s the thing. I asked her if she’d want to go do something and it kind of turned into a full on date. When I dropped her off I may have kind of sort of asked her to be my girlfriend... she said yes.” >Your mom stops for a long moment just staring at you >She’s silent >You’ve seen this before and you’re terrified of what’s going on behind her eyes >To your surprise she picks up her fork and knife and continues eating >You just watch her uncertain of what to think for a moment “...Mom?” >She stops chewing, swallows and looks up to you >She looks you dead in the eyes for a long time >You hold her gaze right back >The two of you face off for so long that the sound of her voice startles you a good bit >”I know you’re lying.” >You dry swallow >”You know what people will say about you if anyone finds out right?” “I-“ >”And what her parents will do to you if they know you’re messing with their daughter?” >You nod >”I really hope you’re not thinking with your dick on this one.” “I’m not, I swear. It’s just a... complicated situation.” >”You can’t treat her like any other girl your age, she’s probably naive and stupid and you Can. Not. Take advantage of her. Do you understand?” “I’m going to treat her right mom.” >You can see a light, watery, sheen creeping into her eyes >”Please don’t get yourself thrown in jail.” “I won’t.” >She stands and walks to your side of the table >She wraps her arms around your head and pulls you into a light hug against her chest >In a voice just loud enough to hear she whispers >”I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you too...” >You wrap an arm around her >”I love you.” “I love you too mom.” >She ends the embrace and runs her fingers through your hair >You feel her fingers tighten around your locks and her mouth drops down to your ear >In one of the most serious tones you’ve ever heard she whispers >”But if you get her pregnant I will FUCKING CASTRATE YOU.” >With that she returns to her side of the table and continues eating >You take a second to mentally remind yourself to keep your condoms handy then slowly return to your meal as well >Finished with your meal, you sit letting it settle when your mother speaks again >”So.” “So?” >”When do I get to meet her?” >A puff of air escapes your nostrils “Not yet, that’s for sure.” >She feigns a pout “Oh grow up, you were calling me retarded a second ago because I got into this mess and now you’re whining that I’m not taking it further?” >”Hey, you’re already in deep so I may as well enjoy it. You may be a dumbass but you’re my dumbass and I’ll do whatever I can to help you. If you need my support I’m here.” >You pause “Thanks mom.” >She nods >”It’s why I’m here.” >You clean your plate and put it in the wash before heading back to your room >That went about as well as it could have you think to yourself >It’s probably better to just get it out in the open with her so it doesn’t turn into a bigger cluster-fuck later on >Sitting at your computer you take out your phone and stare at it >No messages >No calls >Nothing >Maybe you should send one more text >That doesn’t seem clingy right? >In a flash your words are off to her phone >Just gotta wait now >You boot up and pick a game >Your heart skips a beat when your phone buzzes only a few minutes later >Looking down you see a text from an unknown number >”Hey meathead, stop texting your girlfriend or youre gonna get her in trouble.” >What? “Who is this?” >”Wouldnt you like to know, just wait for Sil to text you.” >Your mind spins as you try to think who would even know about the two of you being together but you’re unable to come up with anything >You figure it can’t be a wrong number given the name drop >And you’ve only told your mom >Silver was going to have some explaining to do when you saw her next >You don’t send anything back to whoever messaged you >It may not have entirely eased your conscience but it helped >At least you know she isn’t just ignoring you >With that in mind you spend the rest of the day doing school work or lazing around the house until you get in bed and drift off eager for the next day ... >Monday >Book, meet shelf >Shelf, this is book >You spend most of your day going around the shop giving similar introductions to inanimate objects >Few people come in and even fewer actually buy something >There was an old man looking for something for his grandson >A lady looking for some flavor of the month murder mystery >A girl around Silver’s age with streaks of purple and white in her hair who eyed you a good bit before leaving >A young guy actually asked if you were hiring >The boss lady wasn’t really looking for more help though >You still found it weird that she was your boss technically considering she was only like a year or two older than you if you had to guess >She had told you once that the shop belonged to her family and she had to start looking after it or else they were going to sell it >She, being a total nerd, was having no part of that so she hired you to do most of the work around the place while she went off and did... whatever her real job was >She seemed to avoid the question whenever you brought it up >Whatever not your business >At least you got to pet her dog whenever she dropped by >Nice pup, but too small for your taste >The tail end of the day was dead and so you locked up early >The walk home isn’t bad and you have idle chit chat with your mom over dinner >Thankfully she doesn’t try to bring up Silver and it all feels pretty normal >Sitting down at your computer you stare at the box of tissues >It had been over a week since you had gotten off last and it was getting hard to ignore your body >You’re starting to think that desire is going to win out over guilt soon >Especially with how you’d been getting hard at the slightest provocation recently... >Even so you couldn’t bring yourself to do anything >You hate yourself >You hate yourself for fingering her >You hate yourself for jerking off to the thought of her >Most of all you hate yourself for wanting desperately to have her touch you, suck on you, ride your throbbing cock until you explode as far inside of her as you could get >You realize that you’re hard yet again >You grab the box of tissues and toss it across the room to get it away from you >You scowl at the bile in the back of your throat >Can’t even wallow in self pity without getting a rise out of yourself at this point >You get up and undress >Jumping in the shower you spin the knob letting a chilling stream of water flow over you >You jump at the sensation and shiver as your body reacts to the cold >When you can’t take it any longer you turn up the heat and wash yourself >It wasn’t a permanent solution but it would help at least... >You rinse, get out, and dry off before heading back into your room >You tap your phone to check the time and find a message waiting for you >Silver >”Hey, Anon. I’m sorry that I haven’t been responding. My mom was waiting for me when I got home on Friday and she grounded me for the weekend so I just got my phone back. She wanted me to come straight home after school so I couldn’t stop by either. She doesn’t know who I was out with and she just thinks I was at a party or something so don’t worry okay? How have you been?” “I’ve been fine, worried. I got a text last night from some random number that seemed to know you though. They seemed kind of bitchy.” >”That was Diamond. Yeah she can be like that sometimes... Most times actually. I called her with my home phone so she could let you know not to text me when my mom had my phone.” >Wait “Why didn’t you just call me?” >”Our phone keeps track of recent calls and my parents would think it suspicious if I called anyone except Diamond.” >Fair enough “When am I going to see you again? Tomorrow?” >”Yes I’ll come by tomorrow. I can’t wait to see you again <3” >Girls man >”I should go. My parents are still keeping a close eye on me so I have to be careful. Goodnight Anon :)” “Goodnight Sil.” >You feel a little flutter in your chest >It surprises you at how much you’re anticipating seeing her again >You feel pretty happy up until the thought that you only want to see her because of how ungodly horny you are crosses your mind >That just brings back the taste of bile in your mouth >You grab your phone to take your mind off things and add Diamond as a contact >You browse the web but it doesn’t do you much good >Your mind keeps drifting >Drifting to her >To how wet her panties were when you grabbed her >To how horny she was getting just from smelling you >How much she wanted you >How much she still wants you >How much you want to coat her glasses or her ass or her insides with your virility >Right now you feel like you could do all three without stopping >You’re hard as a rock and you reach down to stroke yourself some >You pump hard and fast until you’re on the edge but you don’t fall over into release >You look down at yourself and let go of your throbbing member >What’s gotten into you? >You throw some pajamas on in a hurry and get in bed >You toss and turn for an hour or two before sleep finally rears its head and drags you down into its depths ... >You’re nervous >Nervous? Is that the right word >Anxious? >Both? >Both >Both? >Neither? >Worry swirls in your brain as your leg thrums rhythmically against the ground >You can feel the sweat percolating into your clothes >God damn it you should have jerked off >Why are you so god damn horny? >Why the fuck are you so excited to see her? >It’s not like you’re hoping she’ll do anything >... >Just remember what mom said >Be a gentleman >Don’t do anything stupid >And for the love of god don’t let things go too far >The tension in your groin feels close to unbearable >You should just go in the bathroom and take care of it >Jesus, is this how she feels when she’s horny? >You already felt bad for her but now you think you’re finally able to understand what she’s going through >And it’s constant... she can’t control it >You had to blueball yourself for over a week to get this bad >It must be horrible... >*Ding-ling* >Your heart and mind jump in unison >It’s her >She’s wearing a miniskirt and a lacy shirt >The shirt was low cut but had a mesh that crawled up her neck and ended in a choker-like collar that hugged her throat >Jesus christ >You can’t do this right now >Just tell her you have to use the restroom or something >”Hey Anon!” >You smile at her “Hey Sil, been ok? Your parents give you a hard time? I’m sorry that I’m kind of the reason you got in trouble...” >”Oh don’t worry, my mom is usually pretty lenient and she was the one that caught me so it wasn’t that bad. Just no cell phone and no hanging out with friends for the weekend.” “That’s not too harsh, my mom... well, my mom wouldn’t give a shit but most moms would probably be harder on you if they caught you like yours did. We still need to be more careful though.” >She nods in agreement >”I have some ideas. For now we should probably only hang out here however.” >You nod a few times “Hey, so uh, my... mom. She kind of knows... about us...” >Her eyes widen and a bolt of fear arcs across her face >You hold your hand up in an attempt to calm her down “Relax, relax, she’s okay with it. More or less... she’s just worried about what might happen to me if someone else were to find out. Like I said before, she’s pretty lenient.” >Your words seem to connect and her posture eases >Then she smirks >”I guess maybe I’ll get to meet her sooner rather than later after all.” >She gives you an innocent smile followed by a devilish wink >What was she even implying? >Fuckin girls >You motion with a hand to the lounge area “You wanna sit down? Barely anyone has been in today and I doubt anyone else will be.” >She smiles and holds her hand out for you to take “Really? It’s like twenty feet.” >She simply smiles and nods again >You take her tiny hand in your own and lead her to the back of the store amidst bookshelves and furniture >Last time you were back here with her... >The memories flash through your mind >The sensations and the carnal desire >The soft, pert mounds of her ass >The lust radiating off of both of you >Maybe you shouldn’t think about it >You definitely shouldn’t think about it >Your lower self seems to disagree >Suddenly you realize something >You can’t let her see you even remotely horny or else it’ll probably set her off too >Just relax >You’re the adult here >With a young nubile girl who would probably do whatever you asked her to >God it sounds so fucked up in your head >It’s so fucked up that you want to abuse that fact >Use her >You shake your head >”Everything ok?” >You nod quickly “Yeah I’m fine. Just kind of tired is all.” >You motion to the couch and the two of you sit a little bit apart >You’re still not sure what limits there are between you or what they even should be >So you sit and hold hands >You seem to be the only one feeling weird as Silver launches into conversation >She speaks idly about school and how her sleepover with her friend was pushed back due to being grounded >The words are going in your head but you’re barely processing most of it >You were staring at her shirt >The choker that rested on her neck >Her lips and the sterling violet eyes behind her glasses >Your eyes snake down and trace her bare legs up to the skirt which ends barely before revealing what you were longing for >Trailing back up you watch her petite chest rise and fall with her breaths >Finally you return to the collar around her throat >It seemed too mature for her >Too adult >She was young, innocent >Innocent enough anyway >And that’s exactly why you liked it so much >It was so perverse >So wrong for her to be wearing something like that and to be riling you up >You wanted to watch it bulge along with her throat as your cock slid into her mouth >You’re hard but it’s laying along your leg due to an inconspicuous shift on your part >You feel like you’re in a trance and you can’t pull your eyes from her >”Anon? Are you sure you’re ok?” “Yeah, I just... really like your shirt. It’s cute.” >You want to tear it off “Looks good on you.” >It would look better on the floor >A little blush accompanies her smile and you smile back at her >She’s infectious >You wonder if this is how she normally is or if it’s just when she’s around you >”You look really nice too.” “Yeah I sort of doubt that. Thanks for being nice though.” >In truth you probably look like a mess from all the worrying and how poorly you slept last night >Maybe it just wasn’t showing too much “That skirt’s a bit short though isn’t it? It kind of shows off a lot.” >”Maybe that’s the point.” >Her words are coupled with an innocent giggle “Maybe I don’t want other guys looking at my girl.” >Her smile explodes across her face >”Your girl? Is that what I am?” “Yeah, is that a problem?” >”No, I just really like hearing you say it is all.” >She scoots a little closer >”Besides, maybe I’m doing it for you.” >A sweet smile beams up at you >You find it hard to return this time “Maybe that’s a bad idea Sil...” >”Come on, I’m just giving you something to think about when you’re home okay?” “I know, I shouldn’t be thinking of you like that though.” >”I want you to.” >What? “Why?” >”Because I’m supposed to be your girlfriend. Your “girl” as you put it. I don’t want to feel like this whole thing is all for me... I want to do everything a normal girlfriend would and that includes being cute and loving and maybe a little bit sexy for you...” “I know but...” >”But what?” >Your lack of response causes her to hang her head >”You don’t regret this do you? Us?” “What? No! I just, I don’t know...” >”Then what is it? You’ve been acting weird since I got here.” “Sil...” >She’s staring up at you with those big beautiful eyes of hers >”Kiss me.” “I don’t-“ >”Please, show me how you feel.” >You can’t >You know you can’t >But you do >You reach down and drag her the remaining distance to be at your side >You’re a good man Anon >At least you used to be >You pull her into a kiss and rest your hand on the back of her neck >Your other hand wraps around her waist >You try to keep your urges at bay but the hand at her waist creeps towards her thigh >Your fingers begin massaging into the flesh of her leg >At the same time your once tame kiss blossoms into something more as your tongue pushes into her mouth >She lets out a a small squeak of surprise at the gesture but soon begins intertwining her tongue with your own >Your hand slides under her skirt to paw at whatever skin you could get at >The soft silk of her panties glides smoothly under your fingers until you feel a hand on your wrist >You freeze >She releases your coupling but keeps her forehead pressed against yours as she pants >”A-Anon, what’s gotten into you?” “I’m sorry Sil.” >You scoop her into your arms and sit her straddling your lap >You don’t give her the time to say more as you pull her into another kiss >As you do you press down on the small of her back and grind her against your crotch >You push up into the motion trying to get every ounce of sensation you can out of it >She moans into your mouth while pressing herself down to meet your thrusts >You only pull back for air and when you do Silver places both of her hands on your chest holding you at arms length >Her hips continue a steady rhythm as they grind into your lap >You can see the haze in her eyes threatening to take over but she’s fighting it >It takes her a moment to formulate a thought while you catch your breath but she manages eventually >”Are you okay Anon? Do you want me to do something for you?” >You shift your eyes behind her, to the side, at her chest >Anywhere but at her gaze >”Anon, look at me.” >Slowly your eyes travel upward >”I-hah! Let me do this for you. Please. I want you to know that it’s-ah! It’s me that wants this. Not just my body. B-but I don’t... I w-won’t-nnh! I can’t think straight... Ah! Tell me you want it. Let me know before I can’t t-think. Ah! Please!” >... “J-just your hands.” >”Pants. Your pants.” >She stands up giving you space >You fumble with your belt as she frantically digs in her bag >You watch her head over to one of the shelves opposite the couch and place something there before returning to you >You have your pants around your ankles but your underwear are still on >All the same Silver drops to her knees in front of you unwilling to wait any longer >She lets a hand massage your girth underneath the fabric as she presses her nose into your groin softly >With a deep breath she inhales drawing in your scent >”W-why does it smell so good...” >She mumbles to herself almost incoherently >You feel like you’re threatening to explode out of your remaining clothes but Silver mercifully releases you from your confines >One tiny hand wraps around your base and softly pumps up and down as you release a long, drawn out moan >”How long has it been?” >You give her a meager reply “More than a week.” >She looks shocked at your revelation but doesn’t say another word >She pauses only to pull your underwear to your ankles >Pushing your legs further apart and with one hand still pumping your shaft she dives forward >Her tongue reaches out and caresses your balls in swirls and flicks “Sil, I said just your hands.” >Her eyes flick up to you with her lips firmly planted on your scrotum >She stares for a moment before sucking one of your balls into her mouth rather roughly “Ah! Hey, careful, careful!” >It takes a second but she restrains herself and gently nurses you in her mouth >She releases her lips and moans before going for the other one >You notice that her off hand had taken up residence between her own legs and was rubbing at a furious pace >Once she had thoroughly licked and suckled on your nuts she pulled back to stare at your shaft >She watched the skin move and mold beneath her fingers with each stroke >You flex your member and watch her fascinated gaze as she gives you a light squeeze >You groan in appreciation at her efforts >This gains you ever more rapid movements as her hand glides up and down your meat >Her own hand picks up the pace as well and you can hear her small moans gaining in pitch >In just a few more seconds she’s curling in on herself and barely holding onto you as her orgasm rips through her body >A few moments pass while she weakly rubs your shaft as she recovers from her climax >That’s all it takes however and soon she’s upright once more >Raising her off hand upward she sticks two coated fingers in her mouth and sucks them clean of any fluid >You twitch at the sight bringing her attention back to her new toy >Letting her hand return from whence it came she begins giving your full length a tongue bath >Streaks of warmth are followed by cool air as she moves up and down your cock >When she eventually reaches the tip she dives down shoving you all the way to the back of her throat >She gags and splutters at the intrusion and her teeth grind down into your head “Shit! Teeth, teeth, teeth. Ow!” >She pulls off and looks up at you ashamed and embarrassed >She looks about ready to cry “You don’t have to do this.” >”I want to. I n-need to. I want to taste it. I want to taste you.” >For a second you see lucidity in her eyes but it’s quickly snatched away as her thoughts stray >She aims herself to take you into her mouth again “Lips and tongue, just go slow.” >She does as instructed and slowly lowers her head onto you >You can feel her tongue lapping at the underside of your head and shaft and you moan out at the pleasure it elicits >She makes it halfway down before you reach the back of her throat and she starts bobbing up and down >You watch her head move in time with the sensations sprouting from your sex, each pass causing a moan or groan of some kind to escape you >The more you moan the faster you see Silver’s hand rub at her pussy “Silver, use your hand on the part that wont fit in your mouth.” >Without stopping she does as you instruct and soon her hand is stroking the exposed flesh of your cock that isn’t buried in her mouth >It had felt good before but now you’re beginning to think that you won’t be able to hold out much longer with her hand working you in tandem with her mouth >She’s so engrossed in the experience you bet that she’d do anything you asked “Sil.” >She seems to not notice your voice as she attempts to push you deeper into her throat “Silver.” >Again she either ignores you or doesn’t hear you >The hand between her legs is pumping faster and faster yet again >She wanted to do this for you but she seems so preoccupied with herself >With what she’s getting out of it >Any other time you wouldn’t care, you’d let it go >But not now, not when you’ve been beaten and broken and your morals lie dead in the gutter as this little girl pleasures you >It pisses you off >And you say something that you don’t really believe is coming out of your own mouth when you hear it “Silver, look me in the eye when you suck my cock or don’t do it at all.” >She grinds to a halt and slowly pulls her mouth off of you >Her hand is still gently massaging your stiffness and she peers up at you sheepishly >”Yes sir. I’m sorry sir.” >Your dick finds new life as her words send blood flooding into it >She quickly resumes her sucking but this time her eyes are glued to your own “Good girl.” >The simple praise makes her redouble her efforts and the pressure you’ve felt building in you grows to a head >You feel your balls tightening and you know it wont be long before you finish “Fuck, Sil, I’m gonna cum soon. You’re going to swallow all of it you understand?” >She mumbles a muffled *mmhmm* up at you >Another few moments pass as she works at your length >Your breath becomes shallow and the pressure builds to a boiling point that you can’t contain any longer “Sil! I’m gonna cum!” >She moans on your cock and pumps as fast she can >Lightening surges through your dick and you feel yourself explode into the warmth of her mouth >Your hips buck and writhe as she milks several thick ropes of cum out of you >Your hands clench and unclench on her shoulders as you force yourself to keep from grabbing her head and shoving your meat deep into her throat >Her cheeks are puffed out from the copious contents within giving her a comical look >It doesn’t last long however as you feel her begin to swallow >Once >Twice >And a third large gulp to finally empty her mouth >Removing her mouth from her treat she rubs it up and down squeezing out the last drop or two of spunk which she readily laps up as it slides down your shaft >When she’s done she opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue to show that not a drop remained >You recline into the couch panting as the flood of dopamine courses through your brain and body >You hear soft moans and looking down you see Silver finishing herself off one more time >Left in much the same state as you she climbs up on the couch and curls up against your chest >Both panting, you lay there together unspeaking >You look down at her and she up at you and without a spare thought you crane your neck down and plant a kiss on her lips >You let it linger just long enough before pulling back and relaxing once again >”Was it good?” >You nod even though her own head is tucked beneath your chin “Yeah, I really needed that. Thank you.” >You kiss her on the head and rub her shoulder affectionately >You check the clock >It’s close to closing time “Sil, I kind of have to clean up and close the store up.” >She lets out a small whine >”I guess I should go home and get cleaned up... I’ll text you tonight ok?” “Yeah that sounds good.” >You redress and say your goodbyes >Seeing her to the door you watch her walk off with a happy lightness to your mood >You go about cleaning the shop and locking up the doors but being alone with your thoughts takes it’s toll >You think about what you had just done >About what your mom had said to you about being a gentleman, a good man >Worst of all you think about your father >You always thought you could take the high ground with him >You always thought you were better than him >But here you are, lying to your mom and betraying her trust just like him >Taking advantage of this girl and her weird condition >Of Silver >Turning your back on the one thing you held onto that separated you from him >You’re no better than he is in your own way >The walk home feels long today >When you finally push through the door you hope she isn’t waiting there for you >You hope she’s asleep or so high that she barely notices you >But no, there she is at the dinner table with a plate waiting at your seat >She smiles at you when you come through the door >”Hey Anon, how was work today?” >You say it was fine >Try to brush it off >You sit down and eat mindlessly giving vague answers to any questions she has >You try to fake it but you know she’ll see through it >”What’s wrong Anon?” >As if on cue she levels a concerned question at you “It’s nothing mom.” >”If there’s something wrong then I want to know.” “Can we please just not do this right now?” >She is taken aback by your tone and reply’s curtly >”Fine.” >You get up and take your empty plate to the sink “Thanks for dinner.” >She doesn’t reply as you walk past her >You get to your room and undress >Stepping into the shower you spin the knobs until the water is scalding your skin >You stand there letting the burning heat beat down on you >The water catches in your hair and drips down your face masking any outliers >The deceit might have worked save for the fact that you can still feel your chest heaving as you’re wracked by quiet tremors >The fading sunlight illuminating the room dims as it’s source dips behind a cloud leaving you shrouded in the depths of the night’s shadows ... “Oh my gosh Diamond it was amazing. The way he smelled, the way he was groaning and moaning and the way his hips were bucking and- ah!” >”Oh my god Sil are you getting off right now? You horny little freak. I love it.” “Shu-ut up mmh! H-he was so hard and-and-and so thick and he felt huge in my hands and in my mouth and an- ah AH!” >”Your hands are as small as a toddlers, anyone would seem big to you.” “N-not like you w-would know.” >You barely pant out a response between your heaving breaths as the endorphins flood your brain >”You’ve been so mouthy ever since you got a man you know that? I need one too...” “Well I’m not sharing so get your own.” >Diamond’s scoff rings through the phone’s speaker >”As if I’d ever want to take your charity dick anyway. I’m plenty woman enough to have my own stud. Although he *was* pretty hot when I went to check him out earlier...” “Mmnnh god, wait until you feel someone just *explode* in your mouth. There was so much of it. I felt so dirty and so slutty and so fucking *hot* and-Nnh!” >”Again? Jesus girl slow down. It must have been good if even you’re dropping f-bombs. Speaking of getting off, when are you going to send me the video? I want to see my little slut suck a nice juicy cock.” “Nnh d-don’t call me that Di.” >”What a slut? I thought you liked that. Always got you off quick when I was the one turning you to putty.” >You hear a slight wistful tone in Diamond’s voice “N-not your slut. I’m his now.” >”Oh god.” >You can almost hear the eye roll through the speaker but the faux disgust in her voice falls on deaf ears >You know she’s enjoying listening to your exploits just as much as you enjoyed living through them >”You’ve got it bad right now don’t you? Wait... how many are you on now?” “Uh? Mmf! Um, t-ten? Eleven?” >”Ugh, if you don’t chill out you’ll end up with roast beef puss just like all those pornstars you watch.” “Ju-just one mo- one more- ah! Shit, ow, ow!” >”Your hand finally cramp up?” “Muh-maybe... I-I uh, uh... hah...” >A content sigh is the last thing Diamond hears out of the speaker >”Sil, you there?” >Nothing >”Ugh, bitch. You’re lucky I love you so much.” >With that the call ends as you drift off into an orgasm induced coma ... >You wake up in a groggy haze >Your eyes are dry and the lids stick on every blink until some fresh moisture coats them >A content warmth permeates both your body and the room >You check your phone >No messages >Shit >You passed out before you texted Anon last night >You send him a quick good morning along with an apology >After that you grab your bath robe and skip across the hall to the restroom >You draw yourself a bath and relieve yourself while it fills >The steam from the water fills the air and clings to your skin like a fine mist >Stopping the tap you slowly dip a toe into the water and even slower still you submerge the rest of your body up to your nose >You release your hair from it’s knotted braid and dunk your head in the water >The next several minutes are spent with you running your fingers through the tangled mess that your hair had become >Seeing your hair splayed out in the water’s wake you reflect on how it’s always tied up in a braid >Does Anon like it like that? >What if he’d prefer if your hair was down? >Maybe in a ponytail? >Curled? >You’d never asked him >You resolve to do so as you set about washing away the grime from the previous nights activities >Shampoo and conditioner find their way to your head and scalp >Massaging the product into your hair you release a deep breath relaxing in the heat of the water >You wonder what Anon’s up to >The idea of him thinking back on the events of the previous day drifts through your mind >Maybe he was replaying them in his head >Getting all worked up over them again >Maybe touching himself... >The same way you had started doing underneath the cover of the water >You want to do that again >You want to do it for *him* again >Among other things >Your mind drifts off as you lazily toy with yourself in the bathtub, thoughts of your boyfriend floating through your head ... >A knock at your door brings you out of the light sleep you had finally managed to fall into “What?” >”Breakfast Anon.” “I’m comin’” >You lay staring at the ceiling for a few minutes >You barely slept last night and the toll on your sluggish mind is apparent >You already pissed your mom off last night and you don’t want to make it any worse >You’ve been down that path before and it isn’t pretty >With that in mind you drag yourself out of bed and throw some shorts over your boxers >Shuffling into the dining room you see your plate with some eggs and sausage on it along with some hash browns >Looks like she went the full 9 this morning >Taking your seat you don’t even pick up your fork but opt to meet your mother’s gaze “Look, I’m sorry I snapped at you last night. It’s just that sometimes I need to deal with my own stuff ok?” >She digests the words before nodding >”I know, I just hate knowing that something’s wrong and that you won’t tell me what it is. I know that ever since your father and I broke up I’ve kind of been a bit clingy. I’m sorry.” >That’s certainly not what you were expecting to hear “It’s ok, I know you just care about me. If you ever need to talk to me about your problems too you know you can right?” >She seems taken off guard by the gesture >Like she had never even thought of your proposal as a possibility >”I- I appreciate that Anon. But right now I think we should eat ok?” >You nod and begin to work your way through the food in front of you >You finish and put away your dishes then dress yourself and head off to work >Half of you hopes you don’t see Silver today >The other half... >Well, the lower half, has other ideas in mind >Speaking of, you never replied to that good morning text she’d sent you >You need some time to think and this was the best time to tell her “Hey, it’s fine, I was kind of preoccupied last night anyway. Listen, my boss is going to be in today so it probably wouldn’t be the best idea to stop by. Just wanted to give you a heads up.” >Ok so maybe “telling her” is more just you lying to her but it just seems easier this way >With that off your mind you set up the shop and go about your business >Silver replies around noon with a pouty face but she seems to understand >She also reminds you about the sleepover she’s planning to have with her friend this coming weekend lamenting about how she wished you could come too >You’re somewhat glad that you can’t >You’ve got some shit to sort out >For once you don’t seem to have the time to do that however >There came a steady stream of customers in batches of one and two people up to and through three in the afternoon >It was a nice change of pace and the busy work kept your mind from straying to less savory thoughts >Around an hour later four people had managed to make their way into the shop at once >Their presence gives the shop an unfamiliar feel to you >While they remained quiet there were still hints of disturbances >Shoes scuffing on the floor >The sound of a book being re-shelved >A cough >It felt foreign by all means and for some reason it felt as if they were intruding on you and your space >Your mind chews on the oddly conflicting feelings of both enjoying and resenting the presence of customers when a teenage girl walks up to the counter >”Hiii, so I was just wondering if your boss was here today. I was told to come in about my application.” >Her voice drawled like a valley girl and her disgustingly fake smile only made the tone less tactful in your eyes, or rather, ears >What was this about an application though? Your boss is hiring someone new? >If she was giving you the boot this was a pretty shit way to find out >The thought makes you size the girl up >A head of purple hair marked with a streak of white sat atop a rounded face that came to a slight point at her chin >She was wearing a skin tight black top that had no sleeves covered by a thin and flowing shawl of some kind, skinny jeans traveled down her slender legs to meet her shoes >Those same shoes being a sandal, high heel boot combo thing that you’d only ever seen sluts and hippies wearing >She really didn’t look the bookish type >Or even the customer service type for that matter “No the boss isn’t in right now, only comes in every other week. I hadn’t heard we were getting a new employee, what’s Twilight bringing you on for?” >The girl smiles devilishly >When she speaks you find she’s lost the ditsy posture and dropped the accent as well to have it replaced by one more knowing and implicative >”Twilight? Never heard of her, I must be looking for the place down the street. Thank you dear you’ve been *oh* so helpful. Have a nice day.” >With a wink and a wave she’s out the door >That... was weird >Something about her seemed familiar though >The hair? >You mentally shrug it off, you’ll have to ask the boss lady about that later >Outside of that, very little transpires >You lock up shop and head home >Once there you find your mom waiting with dinner as per usual >You eat and clean in your timely routine before getting to your room and finally picking up your phone >On the walk back you had received a text from Silver and you were loathe to open it >So much so that you don’t >You leave the message just as it had been on the walk home, unanswered >Leaving it like that you plug your phone in to charge and fall into a fast sleep on your bed >A twitch jolts across your sleeping face however, as your writhing subconscious comes to the surface ... >Looking at yourself in the mirror Thursday morning you take in the sight >Hair a mess >Eyelids crusted >Scraggly beard starting to sprout from your jaw >Most obvious though were the large dark splotches painted on underneath your eyes >You hadn’t noticed them growing yet here they were >As near back as a week or two ago you can’t seem to remember them being there >You shove off the thought and get to business >On your walk to work another message makes it’s way to your phone >You look at the sender finding nothing surprising to be found >You shove the phone back in your pocket and put the thought in the back of your mind >At the very least you try to do that anyway, it continuously flares up every other moment to berate you >By the time you get to work you’ve exasperated yourself into an irritable mess by chasing decisions through your head >Once everything was opened up and ready to go you sit at the counter, take out your phone, and stare at it >There’s no *real* reason you can give Silver as to why you didn’t respond the other night >So you don’t “Hey, sorry, I forgot my phone at work the other day. What’s up?” >”I just wanted to say good morning. I’m in class now though so I should go. Talk to you later :)” “Later Sil.” >You wipe your face >Of all the things you had planned for and been prepared to handle in this life this was not one of them >You can’t exactly say you like the way you’re ‘handling’ things either >Having some time to yourself you can at least sort through some things >You... you’ve done some bad things recently >Some illegal things >And you enjoyed them >You tell yourself time and again that you’re doing it to help her >But is that really the case? >You think that it is but that’s not the whole picture >It isn’t the kissing that bothers you >It’s everything beyond that >As much as you hate to admit it, it’s not because of how young she is >So what’s the deal? >It takes you nearly an hour of bouncing ideas through your hollow skull until one finally sticks >It feels like everything you’ve done together has been the result of her raging hormones >The two of you have been together just about a week and she’s already gone down on you >You’ve already fingered her >You need to pump the brakes before you end up knocking her up in the back of your car >Your mom made it very clear what would happen if you did that too >At the very least you resolve to take things slower >There isn’t much you haven’t done besides straight up fucking and that’s a hard no in your mind >But everything else... >She does need some way to get release and you don’t exactly hate doing it for her >Maybe just try and make things a bit more... sensual >Not just carnal like it has been >You don’t want to be worried about which head is the one doing the thinking for you in this relationship >Just don’t fuck her and maybe you can retain some semblance of dignity Anon >Yeah thanks brain, very encouraging >Just here to help bud >Fuck off >You shake your head to clear your thoughts >For what feels like the first time in a while you busy yourself with work >Shelves are restocked >Books are organized >Bathroom’s cleaned >Homework done >All before noon too >You had just started relaxing when your phone buzzed in your pocket >Curiosity and apprehension twist in on themselves as you reach for your phone >Surprise surprise, it’s your girlfriend >”Anon are you free? Can you please call me?” >What’s this about? “Yeah, one sec.” >You flip the sign out front from “open” to “back in 15” then go to the lounge >You bring up Silver’s contact and call her >The phone barely rings once before she picks up “Hey, what’s up?” >”Nngh Anon I need- can you please just- ungh- I have this t-test. Next period and I-. I just- can’t... think... please I need you.” “Wha- now? Aren’t you at school? There’s no way I can get over there.” >”No, n-no time, just- ah! Just please help me.” “Where even are you?” “Girl’s bathroom. I can do stuff to myself but please just- just, I don’t know, please help me somehow. Ah-!” >Well this is a fuckin shit show isn’t it “Is anyone else in there? You have to be quiet ok?” >”No! No one, just me. I’ll be quiet I swear but I have to pass this test.” >Rubbing your eyes with your thumb and index finger you quickly think of what you could do >Not like you could send her a video of you rubbing one out and even if you could there’s no way in hell you were risking that getting found by someone >Pictures were out of the question thanks to that too >Hopefully no one digs up your phone transcripts at some point... “Alright Sil close yours eye ok? And try to relax a little bit. I want you to picture some things for me >After a moment of pause she replies >”Ok, I think I’m ready.” “I want you to think back to the other day when we were together here at the book store. Think about laying down on my chest and feeling my lips brushing against yours. My hands running up and down your back groping at your ass as they pass by it.” >”Hahh..!” “Sil, either keep it down or I’ll stop.” >”’M sorry, please keep going.” “The feeling of my cock growing in my pants underneath your hand as you rub up and down my length. I’d shove my tongue in your mouth and drag you up into my lap. Make you grind down onto my cock while I groan into your ear. I’d slide your panties aside and get my pants off just enough to get my cock out and slowly slide you down my shaft until I was buried all the way-“ >”Nngh! Oh god!” >Jesus “Sil! Quiet!” >For a couple moments only panting breath comes through the speaker until she finally pants out >”S-sorry, I- oh gosh, that was good. Hah...” “Did anyone hear you?” >”No, no I don’t think so. Thank you so much Anon. I feel so much better. Thank you.” >You let out a slight sigh “You’re welcome Sil.” >”I should go, lunch is almost over. I lo-“ >She quickly backtracks and in a flustered voice ends by saying >”Uh- talk to you later Anon. Bye!” “Later Sil.” >Christ, this girl was going to be the end of you >That thought only lasts for a second as another leaps into your mind >Holy hell this girl’s a quick shot >You barely even got to the good part and she already came >You were already getting stiff just giving her some mental candy to chew on but that last thought solidified your member >Dick to brain, fueled and ready for launch >This is brain, negative dick, get back to your sector or this whole unit’s getting a cold shower >The rest of your body groans in unison at the thought which subdues your dick to some extent >You need a less active imagination >And a less active sex drive >Speaking of, it had been a couple days since Silver gave you the most enthusiastic blowjob you’ve ever gotten >It may have been a bit.. unrefined, but that hadn’t stopped you from thinking back on how good it felt to finally finish after like a week >Even all the guilt couldn’t stop that from being apparent >Even worse you can’t stop imagining what having her bounce on your cock would feel like >Probably warm, wet, and very tight >Especially if she was cumming at the slightest thing like she has been >Stop it man, you literally just told yourself you would never let yourself fuck her >Handjobs and blowjobs, that’s it >Maybe anal... >That might hurt her though >You shake your head and go back to some piled up work that you needed to get around to doing >The day rolls on slowly as the hours pass >After the unusual excitement of the phone call little of interest happens >1pm rolls around >You start reading through the second book in that smut novel series but find the arousal to be too distracting without any way of getting yourself off at work that didn’t involve you blowing a load in the public bathroom in the back >2pm ticks by >You watch some people streaming video games mindlessly until even spacing out loses your interest >By the time 3pm hits you’re honestly close to wishing some stupid shit will happen just to stave off the boredom >At least Sil will be there pretty soon >You’ve finished all your chores and you sit scrolling through shitty memes on your phone until the door finally jingles open >A smile spreads across your lips as you see Silver walk through the threshold >Just as you’re thinking to yourself about how nice it is to not feel apprehensive about seeing her you see the person who comes in behind her >Purple and white hair >Dressed in expensive “it girl” clothing >The part that worries you is that they’re talking, laughing, together >When they get to the desk Silver waves and smiles >”Hey Anon! This is Diamond, I’ve talked about her a few times.” >It takes your brain a second to process the connection but it definitely clicks and your gut does a backflip >She definitely wasn’t here about a job the other day >The girl extends her hand palm down and bent in a womanly fashion intending for you to take it which you do lightly >”It’s so good to finally meet you Anon. Silver’s been raving about you.” >Her toothy grin digs into your nerves as you shake her hand “Nice to meet you too.” >Silver looks around the store >”It doesn’t look like anyone’s here, want to go sit in the back?” >Diamond responds before you even have a chance >”I’d love to, let’s go.” >Grabbing Silver’s hand Diamond leads her to the back of the store without even waiting for you >A pang of jealousy and some slight anger rears up in you as you quickly pace after them >When you were hoping for something to happen this was definitely not what you had in mind >At the back Diamond is already sitting with Silver on the couch leaving no room for you so you take an arm chair across from them >The girls prattle on about their day as you sit back and browse through your phone >There really wasn’t much they were talking about that you could relate to given the age difference >Sitting there in a silent bout of awkwardness didn’t help either >The spell is only broken when Silver asks you where the restroom is >You point her down the hall even further back and she ambles off to relieve herself >You turned back to your phone but Diamond’s lingering eyes made her hard to ignore >You stare her down >She smiles a wicked, toothy, smile >”So Anon. What are your intentions with Silver?” >You raise an eyebrow “What are you? Her dad?” >”I’m her friend, and as her friend I just want to make sure you aren’t... taking advantage of her.” “Well I’m not so you don’t have to worry about it.” >She doesn’t let you brush the conversation aside >”Is that why you told her you couldn’t see her the other day? That your boss was in?” >You figured that would come up “I just needed time to get my thoughts straight. Besides, how well do you think she’d take it if she found out you were snooping around on her boyfriend without her knowing?” >The simmering grin perpetuating on Diamond’s face erupts once again into a knowing gleam of teeth >”What makes you think I haven’t already told her?” “If you did then we wouldn’t be having this conversation would we? What do you want?” >The girl stands and crosses halfway to you >With one finger she points at you and then at her own lips >”I want a kiss, a good one. Or I’ll tell her.” >Now both of your eyebrows are up “Excuse me?” >”You heard me, now hurry up before she gets back. You kiss her all the time so what’s the big deal?” >You shake your head in disbelief “What’s the big deal? That’s cheating, that’s the big deal. And it’s different, with her I’m just helping her out. I’m just trying to do what’s right for her.” >”Oh really? Is that why you told her to ‘look you in the eyes when she sucks your cock’?” >Your head instinctively lurches back a few inches “I- how do you know that?” >”It was all right there in the video she took. It’s a shame that you can’t see much but the back of her head though... good thing you can hear everything instead.” >Your nerves start snapping as she presses down harder on them >She leaves a leading silence, waiting for questions she knows are coming >You oblige in a serious but still even tone, you don’t want her to feel in control “What video? She never...” >You think back to the day that it had happened >She was wandering along the bookshelves >She put something on one of them >The one directly across from where you had been sitting >It all clicks in your mind at once >How could she be so stupid? >How could you? >You switch to an interrogative tone “What else has she done that I don’t know about?” >”Nothing that I know of. She stopped letting me do things with her once you two got together. Such a shame really.” >You do remember Silver saying that they’d fooled around before >Diamond ‘helping’ her out “Did she send the video to you?” >Diamond scoffs >”No, she’s a horny wreck but she isn’t stupid. Now are you going to kiss me or am I going to have to tell your girlfriend that you lied to her?” “If you tell her then I’ll let her know that you told me about the video.” >”I’ve been her best friend since we were little kids. I think she could take that. You two though. You’ve barely known each other for a few weeks. I don’t know if her little heart could take her *big* *strong* man lying to her so soon.” >She emphasizes the two words in a mockingly condescending tone >You’re caught between a rock and a hard place here >One thought dominates your mind regardless of your attempts to rationalize some solution out of this mess >Your dad keeps popping into your head >How much of a failure he was >You make up your mind quickly >Silver is going to be back soon so it’s not like you have a lot of time to think anyway “So tell her then. I’m not going to mack with some other chick just to cover my own ass. I shouldn’t have lied to her in the first place >Diamond’s smile erupts across her face more lively than ever before >”I think I might just like you lover boy. A little white lie doesn’t hurt once in a while but if I find out that you hurt her then you’re dead you understand?” >You’re a little confused by her sudden change of heart “So are you blackmailing me or not?” >She exhales sharply through her nose >”Blackmail *so* isn’t my style... anymore. I just wanted to get to know you a little better. Why don’t you just forget about this whole conversation and go on your merry way.” >You eye her suspiciously >She rolls her eyes >”What?” “You’re kind of a bitch, you know that?” >That grants you the first full, genuine, laugh you’ve heard out of her >”Oh I *do* like you. Here’s a little warning. Silver’s been talking about riding you into the sunset for the past few days and with how she gets I wouldn’t be surprised if she tried to get you between her legs soon-” >She raises a finger to her lips then points down the hall toward Silver’s approaching figure >You take the hint and quiet down >It doesn’t take long for Silver to fill the silence >”Oh! Anon, I wanted to ask you about my hair. Do you like it in a braid? Or do you like when it’s a different way?” >You look up at her hair which she has taken to fiddling with “I don’t think I’ve ever seen it out of that braid you always have. I think it’s fine how it is but if you wanted to try something else that’s fine too. Maybe in a ponytail or curled or something?” >”I don’t really know how to curl it. I’ve never tried before.” >Diamond interjects excitedly >”Ooo, I can help with that. How about the next time you two go on a date we have a little girl time first and I’ll teach you?” >Then in a whisper not quite quiet enough for you to mishear >”Give him something to pull on when you two are alone.” >You shoot her a look that she smiles at >Silver is too busy blushing and rubbing her legs together to notice >Diamond reeks of trouble but you can’t help liking her despite the fact >”Well I should be going. Mommy and Daddy won’t be happy if I’m out too late I’ll let you two have some alone time.” >Diamond winks at you then whispers something quietly to Silver >From what you see of Silver’s face it must have been none too innocent >That bitch is absolutely trying to rile her up >She gives Silver a kiss on the cheek and waves at you then promptly heads out >You can see Sil’s chest heaving and her glasses fogging over >You may as well cut the pretense >You call to her “Silver.” >Her eyes snap to yours >You spread your legs slightly presenting your lap to her “Want to take a seat?” >The anticipation of what you were planning on doing already had blood flowing south >Sil’s eyes latched onto the growing figure >Without an actual response she rises and slowly walks over to your seat >She turns around and slowly starts to lower herself onto you but you don’t let her >Grabbing her by the hips you drag her down into your lap and onto your covered manhood >A soft moan escapes her as you do and as soon as she makes contact her hips start grinding down mindlessly >Sitting up straight you wrap one arm around her small frame to grab her opposite shoulder >Your other hand brushes the hair from her ear and you move your lips in to replace it >Your now free hand drifts down to rest on her thigh gripping it tightly between your fingers >You massage the muscle and skin beneath your hand and when she begins to rub her legs together your forcefully pull them apart >You kiss at her neck sending shivers down her spine as you do >You go from the base up to her ear where you nibble on her soft lobe >This earns you a sharp intake of breath and the tensing of nearly ever muscle on her that you can feel >You take your hand off her shoulder and trace it across her chest up to her neck >You wrap your fingers around it firmly but delicately and lean in to whisper to her >You can feel her whole body quivering as you do so “Sil, I know you’re probably horny out of your mind right now but I want you to enjoy this. Not just the sex but *us*. I want you to get everything you can out of this even if that means I have to tease you by taking it slow ok?” >You wait for a response for several moments >You start to wonder if she’s even lucid since you can’t see her face >You feel her swallow hard beneath your hand and then she nods in a jerky jitter of movement >Guess that’s the green light >Your fingers dip down between her thighs and slowly stroke over the top of her panties >As expected she was already fairly wet >Her legs try to twitch together a few times before relaxing into the sensation >You take your time >Kissing, poking, rubbing, and biting all over her body until you can feel the heat radiating from her whole self >You ease your advance and rise to your feet with her in your arms >She gives little resistance as you place her back on the seat you had previously inhabited >You push her shoulder and force her to lie back into the chair >When she does you grab her thighs and pull her to the edge of the seat which she takes with a squeak >You start by kissing along her thighs then trace your lips around her mound in a methodical fashion >Every few moments you would sink your teeth into the flesh of her legs forcing her back to arch instinctively >By the time you decide to take a moment to rest Sil’s underwear has been thoroughly soaked >You grab a piece of the garment in each hand and pull it off of it’s resting place >You take in the sight of her body >It was the first time you had really gotten to see it after all >Her mound was neatly trimmed and only the outermost parts of her sex were visible >You don’t ask for permission or even see if she’s ready, instead you push your tongue out and drag it from the bottom of her opening all the way up to her clit which you flick with your tongue to finish the motion >Her initial gasp is drowned out by a conglomerate of moans, hisses, and coos as your tongue pokes and prods at her being >As you do so you let your hands drift up her small body to grope at her petite breasts >Your fingers find her nipples and pinch them softly as you work your tongue as deep inside of her as you can >It doesn’t take long for you to feel her body quivering under your ministrations >You rub your tongue along her clit in a slow but forceful fashion >You hear her moans escalate in volume with each pass along with her writhing body >”Anon! I-I’m hah-!” >You stop >And you wait >Her breathing goes back down a little and she relaxes back into the couch a bit >”Anon? I... I didn’t-“ >You resume your tongue lashing with vigor which silence’s Silver immediately >You go at her with abandon and bring her back to where she was previously >And you stop >Realizing that you’re not going to get her off again Silver tries to sot up but you hold her down with your hands >You shake your head at her and go back to pleasuring her once she’s calmed down sufficiently again >You repeat this process several more times until she’s writhing and wriggling in place at just the slightest touch >You pull back and find her pussy to be swollen and red seemingly aching for release >Silver looks down at you with pleading eyes >”Nnnh Anon! Please let me cum. I need it, this is torture! Just make me cum! Please! I’ll do anything!” >That was all you were waiting for >You immediately launch into an assault on her clit with a mixture of licking, sucking, and flicking >It only takes about ten seconds for you to feel her legs begin to twitch erratically and you hear a hiss of pleasure emanate from above >”AAH! Fu-!” >Her legs snap shut on your head and lock you in place as you feel strong convulsions rip through her entire body >Her hands grip at two tufts of your hair so hard you’re worried she’ll give you some bald spots >You sit like this for several long moments as a stream of juices wash into your mouth >You swallow and redouble your efforts on her sex with your tongue >You can’t tell but you think you feel a second orgasm wrack her body as you do and another, smaller, wash of her essence hits your chin >It takes nearly a minute for the whole affair to occur but eventually she lets go of your head and her thighs fall limply off of your cheeks >You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and prop yourself up >Sil is lying back back almost flat on the seat of the chair with her legs and her abs twitching every so often >Her eyes are open but they definitely aren’t seeing anything as they’re completely glazed over >Looking down at the seat you find it soaked just like at the movie theatre >You should start bringing fabric cleaner with you on dates... >Eventually Silver raises one trembling hand and curls her finger asking you ti come up to her face >You do and she weakly wraps and arm around your neck pulling you down into a kiss >When you release the embrace she giggles softly “What is it?” >”You just taste like me.” >You chuckle a little and pull her into a sitting position >Scooping her up you take her over to the couch and lay down in a spooning position with her >You relax and enjoy the little after glow together while you twirl strands of her hair between your fingers >The silence gives you time to think and it brings you back to Diamond talking to Silver >You may as well ask “Hey, what did Diamond whisper to you right before she left?” >Silver tenses up slightly at the question >She gives a few non committal remarks before you cut in “Come on, you can tell me can’t you?” >”I mean, she didn’t tell me not to...” >She reaches back and grabs your crotch sending a rush of blood to it >You hadn’t exactly gotten off in a while and you were quick to react >Turning her head to face you Silver relents >”She said how she’d love to eat your cum out of my pussy sometime.” ... >You wake up with a hard on and give yourself a few tugs >Sometime after you gave Silver a tongue lashing you had stopped keeping track of how long you’d gone without getting off >Taking a moment to think, you realize it must have been when Sil had taken you into her mouth >The thought of the experience makes your loins ache with desire >You ignore them yet again >You’ve started to find it hard to remember the reason why you’ve been abstaining from touching yourself >Somewhere in the past few weeks the negative connotation had solidified in your mind >You doubt you’d even let yourself do it to normal porn >It doesn’t help that Silver has been more and more needy since your encounter with Diamond >She had come to the store every day and each time within minutes was dragging you back to the lounge for relief >It had started to feel routine >Mechanical >Every other day you were graced with a phone call from the mewling lust driven girl as she whimpered and gasped her way through more climaxes in the girl’s restroom >It had actually happened twice on Thursday >Outside of those interactions you didn’t see her much >You didn’t really talk to her aside from the sex calls either >It all felt superficial at times >Whatever, you had a date planned for the coming weekend and hopefully you’d actually get to spend some non-sexual time with her >You roll out of bed and make yourself a bowl of cereal >Your mom’s passed out from work and you can’t help feeling a little relieved she’s not up to pick your brain >It doesn’t take you long to eat and dress before heading out the door for work ... >Hours later you walk back through your front door >Silver had texted you saying she couldn’t come by the store today >You were equally surprised and relieved that you didn’t end up seeing her >Maybe her libido is calming down a bit >Maybe tomorrow will just be a nice normal date between the two of you >The notion toils in your mind all evening until you fall asleep that night ... >You wake up to your phone buzzing >You see several messages from Silver and reach over to unlock the device >You’re immediately bombarded with a series of pictures of exposed flesh >The first was cropped just below her nose with her tongue sticking out >Beneath the display you saw her small, pert breasts with their rosy nubs sticking out toward the camera >The second photo showed her backside reflected in a mirror >Her slit seemed to shine with a coating of her essence and just above it you could see her other entrance on full display >The last image was of her small chest being pushed up from beneath by her folded arms >A simple message was tagged on the end of the grouping >”I can’t wait to see you tonight :)” >Your cock had inflated as soon as your brain realized what you were looking at and now it stands at full mast within your sleep wear >You quickly send her a reply “Sil! I can’t have this stuff on my phone and you can’t be sending it to me. It’s too risky.” >Your fingers immediately move to delete the photos but stop just before finalizing the action >Silver was typing a message out >”Oh don’t worry so much. Just enjoy the eye candy and think about the surprise I’ve got waiting for you tonight.” >Your thumb hovers over the trash can icon and slowly drifts down to the “cancel” option “Surprise?” >”You’ll just have to wait and see. Have some fun with those pictures in the mean time, especially the second one ;)” >You hesitate but eventually open the photos again >Scanning each you begin fantasizing while your hand begins massaging up and down your shaft >You think about stroking out a thick load onto her waiting tongue >About sucking her little breasts into your mouth and hearing her squeal with pleasure >Most of all you think about her ass arched towards you and how much you want to grab her hips and buck into her until you dumb a hot sticky load as far inside of her as you can get >You think and shoving your face in her ass and licking whatever your tongue can reach >You feel your groin tightening >You’re getting close- *Thud Thud Thud* >”Anon? Breakfast is ready!” >The shock of the noise alone rips you out of your thoughts and the panic does a good job of reducing your stiffness >Jesus christ really? “Be there in a sec mom!” >You wait for her footsteps to recede and attempt to get yourself going again >To your dismay you find it impossible to get back into your thoughts and eventually with a frustrated grunt you close your phone and get out of bed ... “So am I just picking you up at your place again?” >”Not quite, meet me a few houses down from this address and I’ll come get you ok?” >She sends the address over promptly and you put it into your phone >The place seems to be in the same neighborhood as Sil’s so you won’t have much trouble finding it >You start the navigator and send one last text out indicating that you were on the way >The drive over starts a knot forming in your gut about what this surprise could be >You know it’s something devious and while half of you wants a normal date the other half wants nothing more than another grope session with your girl >The thoughts chase themselves over again until you arrive at your destination >Pulling in you shut off your car and wait >Before too long you notice a small figure approaching your car and identify it as the person you had intended on meeting >She waves to you from outside and beckons to you with the same hand >Stepping out you rest an arm on the top edge of the door and the other on the roof of the car “Hey, aren’t we going out?” >She smiles and shakes her head >”No, Diamond’s parents are gone for the weekend and we’re going to hang out at her place tonight!” >Silver beams a nefarious smile at you as if she were the cleverest little minx in the world “Diamond go with ‘em?” >”Nope! Come on, let’s get inside” >Curiosity does away with any misgivings about the situation and you lock your car before following the bouncing figure >It was at this point you noticed the tiny skirt that barely fell over the bottom of her rounded posterior >Her movements did nothing to hide the tight panties underneath digging lines into her cheeks which seemingly overflowed from the garment >You knew that her butt was probably average in size but compared to her small frame it looked like more than enough for your dick to get lost it and never find its way out >In seconds you’re walking funny as you attempt to rearrange your member discretely >If this was going to be a normal night you didn’t want to ruin it because you couldn’t keep your package under wraps >You pass by a number of houses before Silver angles down a path between a particularly large abode and what looked like a mansion >As she turns toward the latter you figure it to be your destination >Approaching the back door Silver knocks >Not long after you hear the lock turning and the door swings open to reveal Diamond in its frame >Silver greets her with a hug and they both turn to face you >Even while standing on the step leading into the house the two of them have to look up a decent ways to meet your eye >Diamond less so than Silver >In the light of the house you can clearly see a red flush plastered over Silver’s alabaster skin >With smirking eyes Diamond speaks >”Took you long enough. Let’s get the show started shall we?” >Diamond’s arm shifts behind Silver and the smaller girl’s breath hitches as she tenses up >Quickly afterward Silver swats at Diamond >”S-stop Di, not yet.” >You simply raise an eyebrow at all of this and ask “So are you two going to explain what we’re doing or...?” >The two girls look at each other and back to you >”No.” >The two ring out in unison, Silver’s voice panicked and Diamond’s devilish >”Uh, what we mean is that we’re going to watch a movie and hang out a bit. Does that sound ok?” >Silver was quick to re-establish her practiced steady tone and turned to lead your trio into the house >The room you had entered into was an enormous kitchen of sorts with what looked to be two fridges and a swinging double door leading into an equally huge pantry >Despite all that there were two boxes laid on the island in the center of the area “All this and you two got pizza?” >”Are you a pizza prude or something?” >Diamond points an accusatory finger at you with her words >Seems to be a thing for her “No, I just figured since... “ >You motion at the two fridges and the pantry “...You know what? Never mind, pizza’s fine by me.” >Diamond smiles then grabs the boxes and some utensils that came with the delivery while quietly reveling over the food >”Pizzaaaa.” >You’re led through an equally grandiose dining room with a beautiful crystal chandelier >The chairs were stained wood of some type that you guessed was expensive and impressive to any who knew what they were talking about unlike yourself >You found the whole display to be beautiful but cold and alien >More thoughts spring to mind but before they formulate you’re in the next room >White walls and dark hard wood flooring covered by a pristine white fur rug >The rug was laid between a tv as wide as you were tall and a couch of spotless white leather >You imagine for a moment growing up in a home like this >Surrounded by wealth at every step >You feel like it would be awkward to sit on that rug with the enormous television looming over you >Nothing like the late nights you spent as a kid with the lights of your small CRT lighting the room as you played through Spiderman or Crash Bandicoot for the nth time on your playstation >It would be hard to be a kid here >Looking at Diamond it occurs to you that she’s barely older than Silver and that both of them are barely older than kids themselves >You haven’t known her long but you’ve always been pretty good at figuring people out and Diamond’s personality has started falling into place if only a little >By all rights she should be a spoiled brat but you don’t get that impression >Not entirely anyway >She’s just... disconnected >You think it would be easy for someone who doesn’t read into things to think that she was an unrequited bitch >Like she was talking down to them ”Hey Diamond, how many friends do you have?” >She briefly looks over her shoulder at you >She keeps walking and for a second you don’t think she’ll respond but then in that same confident tone she’s had before proclaims >”Two.” >You look at Silver who’d been watching this conversation with quiet apprehension >The answer seems to have surprised if not hurt her >You think you know why Diamond had paused though >”Silver and you.” >There it was >Looking at Silver’s easing face you reflect back on the first few times you talked >She was reclusive aside from her hormones forcing her to be more flirtatious >Apart from those decidedly common spikes her demeanor had been reticent, calculated, professional >She’d been cold >You nudge Silver with your elbow and ask “Does your house look like this?” >Silver nods >”It’s not quite as large as Diamond’s home but yes It looks quite similar.” >She doesn’t seem to pick up on your underlying interest >You raise your voice and address the two as a pair “Were... were you two homeschooled ever?” >”Up until middle school.” >Diamond responds immediately leaving Silver to level a questioning look at you >Her eyes bounce between your unwavering ones as the gears turn in your head >Middle school is rough on anyone let alone two kids who just joined the public school system >They already knew each other from what Silver had told you and had been friends for years >You have a feeling that the two of them being in the same year was done with a little string pulling >Something dawns on you that makes you feel stupid when you realize it >Silver hasn’t been avoiding being an actual couple with you >Your relationship had been more inclined towards the sexual for obvious reasons but not strictly because of those reasons >She just has no idea how she’s supposed to act around anyone outside of the people she’s known since she was a little kid >She probably doesn’t talk to anyone at school >Reads books all the time >That’s probably where she’s gotten most of her “personality” from >She’s been trying to be what you wanted her, expected her to be, this whole time >A normal girl >And that just isn’t the case >Fuck >You’re an idiot and an asshole >You suddenly feel a wash of regret and distain for yourself at the memory of ignoring her texts the week prior >She just wanted to talk, and you shut her out >Just like everyone else probably has since she came out of homeschooling >That’s if she’d ever gotten the courage to talk to anyone besides Diamond in the first place >Excluding you anyway, and even that was only due to circumstance >Going back to your only other official date you think about how business like she was when she divulged her past >There were only a few times you felt like she was truly letting her guard down around you that night >Since then things haven’t really gone anywhere and you now know why >She’s scared of letting you in >Reaching a door Diamond throws it open while balancing the pizza on one hand >”Casa de Diamantes.” >Whatever this night was going to be about originally has been shoved to the back of your mind >You’ve got some work to do >The room you enter into is equal in size to any master bedroom you’ve seen and as opposed to the rest of the house had a light carpet covering the floor >The walls were a light pink with posters of bands and movies plastered along their length >A door at the far end of the room sat ajar and inside you could see a messy bathroom counter >Beside the bathroom was a cabinet filled with trophies of different kinds >Several of them seemed to be for singing or acting you guessed based on their design but a few appeared to be athletics related >All were for first place from what you could tell >A walk in closet rested along the right hand wall along with a queen sized bed >The bed was covered with a white and pink comforter and a few stuffed animals rested up by the pillows seemingly tucked in under the blanket >At the foot of the bed was a small love seat with a pink blanket draped over it and a short coffee table in front of that >Along the left side of the room were a television roughly the size of the one you had at home and to your surprise a myriad of game consoles >The three that you could see were of the current generation >Beyond that was a desk and a desktop computer >The desk was covered in papers and writing utensils with a dirty plate for good measure >A clothes hamper next to the closet sat overflowing with a few articles of clothing resting on the floor beneath >All in all it matches what you’d think of a teenager’s room a lot more than what you had been expecting for some reason >You guess riches don’t change everything >Diamond sets the pizza’s down and flops onto the love seat and points at your shoes >”Those, take them off and put them over by the door.” >Doing as instructed you follow Silver and remove your shoes >Once you’re done Diamond pats the seat next to her >”C’mere lover boy.” >You roll your eyes “What about Sil?” >”You have a lap don’t you?” >You look at Silver >Her face is ablaze with anticipation “I suppose I do.” >You take a seat and beckon Silver over to sit with you >She closes the distance and you pull her onto your lap >You immediately regret your decision to wear casual work out shorts tonight as you feel her backside rubbing against your groin >By some miracle you manage to avoid having your member immediately spring to life but the warmth and the soft pressure of Silver’s behind isn’t making it easy >Wrapping your arms around her waist you pull her into your chest and rest your head on her shoulder >As soon as you’re settled Diamond springs back up >”Ah! I almost forgot. You two get comfortable.” >Diamond’s tone is reminiscent of the one she had when she had dropped her ditzy act back in the book store >With a none too holy grin she disappears out the door leaving you and Silver to yourselves for the moment >The girl twists in your arms and leans into you >Looking up at you she looks to be on the edge of speaking >You want to tell her to say whatever she has in her mind but you opt to wait >It doesn’t take too much longer before she decides to forgo words and launches towards your lips >She manages to plant a few sloppy kisses on your face before you’re able to pull away “Sil- hey, stop.” >You push her away slightly and guilt wracks you as you see her deflated expression >You take a hand and brush the hair from her face “I-...” >You sigh lacking the words you need to speak your own mind “Do you remember when I kissed you before I asked you out?” >She nods sheepishly “Close your eyes.” >She does as you instruct and you lean down placing your lips on hers >You let your mouths dance over each other at a slow and steady pace >Despite your best efforts you begin to grow within your shorts but there are no moans or squeaks from Silver to your surprise >Instead she leans deeper into the kiss drawing everything she can from the act >When you’ve put every ounce of passion you can into the kiss you draw back and pull away from her to stare into her eyes >You find that she’s unable to meet your gaze for more than a second >She turns away and stares at the ground for a moment before turning back >She clutches your shirt with a fist leaving her other hand resting on your chest and refuses to meet your eyes >”I’m sorry Anon... I’m ruining it.” “No you’re not. It’s just... just don’t be afraid to be yourself with me ok? Try to relax and just enjoy the night.” >”I-“ >The clatter of glass stops her words and moments later Diamond reappears in the room carrying numerous bottles and glasses >”Party time!” >You could pick out a bottle of tequila, shot glasses, and a case of beers >She sets the assortment down and arranges the shot glasses >One of the two that she placed in front of you was much larger than the others which you figured was for you “Should I even bother trying to scold you for this or should I just skip to the part where we’re all drinking?” >Diamond giggles and responds >”Ooo I like that second idea. What do you think Sil?” >Silver nods to Diamond >In a fraction of a second you see Diamond’s demeanor shift to serious as she see’s Silver’s eyes >Taking Silver by the hand Diamond pulls her off your lap >She takes her just on the other side of the table and whispers to her >Silver nods at whatever Diamond had said and that seems to be enough for the older girl >Peaking over Silver’s shoulder she addresses you >”Be a good boy and pour us some drinks will you? We’ll be back in a few minutes. And don’t wait up for us, feel free to get started!” >At an angle behind Silver’s back you see Diamond point at you and mime drinking a seemingly copious amount >The two retreat into the bathroom leaving you to set up the glasses >As soon as you have theirs filled you down a double of tequila and pour yourself another >You reach for the beer but stop and reconsider >If they want you drunk then drunk you will get >Your hand reaches back for the shot glass and downs your second drink >You pour for a third time and finally grab one of the beers >Cracking open the seal you recline in the love seat and relax >You can hear giggling and other sounds emanating from the bathroom for some time as you make your way through your drink >It doesn’t take long for the alcohol to go to your head >Warmth spreads throughout your body and you feel the familiar buzz settling into your system >Just as you reach the bottom of your bottle the bathroom door opens and Silver steps out with Diamond trailing behind her >You sit up and place the empty bottle on the table as you motion to the glasses “Care for a drink? What took you two so lo- oh.” >It was then that you noticed Silver had removed the light sweater she was wearing to reveal a sleeveless form fitting shirt that ended in a choker like collar around her neck >Following the sight upward you see that her hair had gone from it’s usual tight braid to a more traditional ponytail with some bangs hanging off the front >She shakes her head from side to side revealing the rings of curls decorating the tail itself >You couldn’t tell if she was wearing makeup or not but you’re taken aback by the natural beauty of the sight >She had always been cute and attractive but the sight before you evoked the maturity of a woman >You feel your gut flutter for a second and your heart’s pace quickens >The alcohol probably isn’t helping >She’s staring at you waiting for a reaction >You smile childishly “I like your hair.” >The Shakespeare of your time you are not >Silver’s beaming smile indicates that your words were more than enough to get the message across