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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Jesse (M/f-teen, inc, ped) by Gungadick (yataala@aol.com) *** A young girl is sent to live with a relative; for her own good. The best laid plans.... This story is based in truth. The names, ages, places, heck even the hair color was changed to protect the guilty. *** I checked my watch again. It must have been for the hundredth time. I hate airports. Almost as much as hospitals. I sat at gate B14 waiting for Jesse to arrive. I shared my seat with a two-foot, stuffed panda. If I heard one more old lady say, "oh, how cute!" I was going to punch someone. It had been a last minute purchase at one of the overpriced stores in the concourse. I'd seen a young girl with tears in her eyes, hugging a stuffed animal and had decided at that moment that I would get one. I tried to remember how long it had been since I'd seen my niece. Two, no three years. I pictured the little urchin I remembered. She had a shock of flaming red hair; a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose; and piercing grey eyes. All of those traits came from her hot-blooded Irish mother. My brother was a small mousy brown haired man, and luckily, had apparently not contributed any of his genetic material to his children. Jesse was the youngest. She had been a late child. My brother and his wife had been into their forties when she was born. She was twelve years younger than her next older sibling and twenty years younger than her oldest. I knew how she felt. I had been the late child in my family. My father had been fifty when I was born, and my mother in her mid forties. I had a nephew, my older brother's son, who was actually older than I. It made for weird conversation. I had been in high school when Jesse was born. And I had live with my brother and his family while I went to Boston College. I had traded baby-sitting for room and board. I had found a job at the Boston Herald upon graduation and had lived in the old neighborhood. My apartment had been two houses down from my brother's house and I had spent a lot of time with him and his family; watching the Bruins and the Celtics on television; drinking beer and arguing loudly. We were the average Irish Catholic family. Jesse had been my little treasure. I had doted on her every time I saw her. I guess we had something in common, being the youngest in our respective families and both being late children. She had adored me, and when I had taken the job in LA. She had cried and cried. That had been three years ago. I couldn't remember how old she was and cursed myself for it. The call from my brother had taken me by surprise. I had just settled down to watch the Red Sox play the Angels when he had called to ask a favor. He wanted to know if I would be willing to take Jesse for the summer. I was going to say no, but there was something desperate in his voice. It had taken a lot of prompting, but he had finally told me that they had wanted to get her away from the neighborhood for a while. It seemed that a lot of bad things were happening and they thought some time away might help. I told him that being single wouldn't allow me to supervise her as much as she probably needed, but he practically begged and so I had agreed. Now, I sat at LAX awaiting her late arrival. I had begun to doze off when a garbled voice announced the arrival of United flight 2201 direct from Boston by way of Chicago's O'hare International. I've never understood how they can call a flight direct if it stops on the way. Just because you don't get off the plane doesn't mean it's direct. I reminded myself to write an article about that. I knew that Wally, my editor would grouse about it, but eventually he would relent. I stood and joined the milling crowd at the door to the jetway. We all tried to make it as hard as possible for people to disembark. I watched the first creased and ruffled passengers rush out of the jetway. These were mostly businessmen who appeared to have only five minutes to reach somewhere before it blew up. After them came the tow headed surfers. Those blonde haired guys who wear shorts at all times of the year and look like they really didn't need the plane to fly. The people around me started peeling away as their long awaited friends and family appeared. There were screeches, and embraces, and a lot of back slapping. The passengers all had dopey eyed grins and looked like the first thing they wanted to do was brush their teeth. I waited patiently for my little niece to appear. I thought she probably would be escorted by a flight attendant as I'd seen many times before. The number of passengers flowing out of the gate began to dwindle and I felt a slight twinge in my stomach. I double checked my note to make sure I had the correct flight, as I'd done several times before. Another clot of people emerged and I looked up to check them out. As my head worked its way from person to person it stopped to admire the jeans clad ass of the young woman who had just disembarked. She was talking to a tall young man with movie star looks. I took my time as I ogled her butt and her narrow waist. I noticed that she had long flaming red hair that came to the middle of her back. It was thick and wavy. I craned my neck sideways a bit so that I could get a look at her face. I wanted to know if she looked as good from the front as from the rear. Her hair prevented me from getting a look at her face, but I got a glance at the swell of youthful breasts. I tore my gaze away as more people disembarked, but found no niece among them. I decided to do something other than just stand there. I walked over to the small carousel where the airline employees assigned seating and grudgingly provided other assistance. I told an attendant that I was expecting my young niece to be arriving on that flight and wondered if the children needing assistance were the last to disembark. The attendant clacked a few computer keys and then ran his finger down the screen. He looked up and in a condescending voice informed me there were no unaccompanied children listed on the manifest. I furrowed my brow and tried to think of another question to ask when a voice behind me said: "Uncle Bob?" I turned around and was struck speechless. I was looking at the young woman that I had been scoping out earlier. There was no mistaking those piercing grey eyes and that dusting of freckles, but the rest of her was alien to me. How could she have grown up so quickly. Certainly, it had only been three years since I'd last seen her. I was in such shock that the first words out of my mouth were, "Where in the hell did you get that body?" Jesse's face crinkled up into a big grin and she came and wrapped her arms around me. I returned the hug, but felt awkward. I hadn't adjusted to her looking that way yet. She moved back to arms length and looked at me. "God! You're still as handsome as I remember you. You must be having a wild time in LA?" She finally noticed the stuffed animal which hung by my side and she looked up at me and laughed. "I have a feeling this isn't what you expected?" She asked me. "Hell no!" I told her. "The last time I saw you. You were just a little skinny redheaded tomboy. I can not believe it's been that long since I last saw you. God, you look like you should be in college and I didn't even think you were in high school yet." "Gee, uncle Bob. I'm fourteen now. Of course I'm in high school." "Fourteen! You look like you're twenty!" I blustered. Things that my brother had said began to make sense now. The reasons why he had wanted to get her away from Boston. To get her away from trouble. Unfortunately, he hadn't told me that she was the trouble. No wonder all the bad boys were hanging around. A myriad of thoughts ran through my mind. All the cute things I'd planned for her this summer just flew out the window. I'd have to call my buddy Frank up and tell him to cancel those play dates with his daughter. I wondered if they still sold chastity belts. I laughed to myself and put my arm around Jesse's shoulders. "Come on niece. Let's go get your luggage." I stayed back from the throng of people at the luggage carousel and watched Jesse as she hopped from foot to foot as she waited for her luggage to make its way around to her. She kept looking back at me and smiling. I noticed the attention that the young men, and some of the older, paid her. I found it hard not to ogle her ass. It was round, and pert, and perfect. Those tight blue jeans and the body shirt she wore didn't hurt her appearances either. I couldn't believe my sister-in-law had allowed her to wear that. I watched as two strapping young men jumped to her aid as she struggled with a large suitcase. Her smile was like the sun as she thanked them both. She looked over at me and waggled her eyebrows. She knew the effect she had on men and she was using it quite well. Hell, I knew the effect she was having on me and she was my niece. We finally got her three pieces of luggage onto a cart and pushed it out to the loading zone. I told her to wait and jogged over to where I had parked my car. I thanked God for having bought an SUV, because those bags wouldn't have fit into anything smaller. I pulled around to the loading zone and glared back at the cop who was trying to get me to drive through. "No parking buddy!" He informed me. "How about loading? Is that allowed?" I retorted and he walked my way. I saw his eyes catch the Press Permit on my windshield and he muttered and turned away to make someone else's life miserable. I turned and found Jesse surrounded by three young men in sailor uniforms. She was giggling at something one of them said and was shaking her head no. I walked up and they scattered as they saw me approaching. I trundled her bags over to the hatch back and hoisted the equivalent of another car into the back of mine. Jesse settled into the passenger seat and we wended our way through the throng of cars, which were jockeying for a place to park. I saw my buddy the cop with his foot up on some hapless guy's bumper as he wrote up a summons. The guy was walking in a tight circle behind the cop as he raged about the ticket. "Real friendly town, uncle Bob," Jesse said and I noticed for the first time that she had a deep smoky quality to her voice. I felt a shiver run up my spine. "You talking about the cop or about the sailors?" I asked her. I saw her grinning out of the corner of my eye as she responded, "Both!" We drove on in silence for awhile as I headed for Anaheim and my condo. She started asking me about LA and where I lived exactly and finally I found some trace of the little girl I knew as she showed excitement over the fact that it wasn't far to Disney Land. She asked about my job and was happy to hear that I had made arrangements with my editor to do a lot of telecommuting this summer so that we could spend a lot of time together. She asked about beaches and I told her the nearest one was quite a ways away, but that we had a pool at the building and she could get some sun there. She grinned and said that being a red head didn't go too well with the sun, but that she liked to swim and would enjoy the pool. We chatted about nonsensical things. She told me about how things were changing back home. The neighborhood was being gentrified. There was even a Starbuck's on the corner now where the old grocery store had been. I told her I was surprised to hear it and that from what her father had told me the neighborhood had been going to hell in a hand basket. She smiled and told me that her parents didn't have a very good grasp on life. She said they spent all their time in the house like a couple of hermits. I finally got up the nerve to ask about the trouble she was supposedly in and she barked a laugh. "Mom caught me and Joey Delfonte making out in the parlor one night and she freaked out," Jesse said. "Big Joey Delfonte?" I asked her, picturing my high school buddy. "No, uncle Bob! Jeeze. Give me a little respect, " she said and gave me a look that didn't bode well for my mental hearth. "It was little Joey." "Little Joey!" I said in amazement. "I didn't realize he was old enough to 'make out'." "We're in the same class, uncle Bob. Jeeze, you have been away for awhile haven't you?" She said. "Yeah, I guess. Oh, and do me a favor," I told her. "Yeah?" she asked warily. "Stop saying 'Jeeze'. I hate that." "Okay," she laughed. I asked her if she was hungry and she told me she was famished. I told her it was too late to cook and offered to stop anyplace she wanted to. She said a burger would be fine and I pulled into a Carl's Jr, which was a dozen blocks from the condo. She asked me what a Carl's Jr. was and I told her to picture McDonald's or Burger King except with better burgers. We ordered a couple of specials and she opted for a chocolate shake. We sat and talked about family as she wolfed down her sandwich. I took smaller bites of mine and before I could finish she was poaching from my french fries. "Aren't you worried about getting fat?" I asked her and realized I'd have to brush up on things not to say to young girls. She didn't appear to take offense and told me she had good genes. I asked if they were Levis and she laughed at the inane joke. She must have been tired. She thrust her arms up into the air and stretched. It was then that I realized she wasn't wearing a bra. The cotton body shirt pressed into her breasts and I could make out the faint outline of her aureole and her large nipples. Her breasts were unbelievably round and I was amazed at their shape; especially now that I knew she wasn't wearing a bra. I felt the familiar tingle in my crotch that foretold the beginning of an erection and I quickly did some multiplication tables until it subsided. She blinked her eyes and I noticed they had taken on the bleary look of exhaustion. I hustled her out to the vehicle and drove the short distance to my condo building. We went through the security gate to the garage and I had to wake her after I turned off the engine. I lugged out two of her suitcases and she said nothing of importance was in the last so I said I'd come down to get it in the morning or after she'd gone to bed. She marveled at the elevator and was even more impressed that I lived on the top floor. The elevator doors opened onto a windowed wall and she oohed and aahed at the view. There were only two condos on the top floor and I led her off to the right. I unlocked the door and keyed off the alarm; then I gave her the nickel tour. The entryway was a short hallway with a sideboard and coat rack. A narrow archway on the right opened onto the dining room and a wider one on the left onto the living room. I pointed out a door in the far corner of the living room and told her that that was the den and where I did my work. I told her there was a computer in there if she was so inclined. The next door on the right opened up onto the kitchen and Jesse oohed at all the brushed aluminum. On the right again, the next door opened onto a full bathroom and I told her it was the one she would use. I apologized that she didn't have direct access from her bedroom, which was the last door on the right. I thought her eyes were going to pop out of her head as she looked at the guest bedroom. When I had learned of Jesse's coming, I had talked one of the woman who worked on the 'Living' section of the paper to help me furnish and decorate the room. I had wanted to go with pink frills and stuffed animals, but Joanne had looked at me in derision and had taken over. All the furniture was white birch. The dresser, vanity, night stands, four posted bed, and even the antique style hope chest at the foot of the bed. Joanne had found some old hand made loop rugs and scattered them about. There was a five foot cheval mirror next to the vanity and a small cabinet which contained a stereo system and supported a television set. The only part of the decorating she had condescended to letting me do was the bedclothes. I had chosen matching off white material for the canopy and the duvet. The bed sheets were a salmon color and the comforter was a watered silk material rendered in white also. Jesse walked over to the bed and passed her hand over the comforter. She turned towards me and a large grin lit up her face. She ran into my arms and gave me a big hug. I felt her lithe body press against mine and her breasts squashed against my chest. I felt a tremble work up my legs and then along my spine. Her impact on me was amazing. She released me and took another look around. "Oh! Uncle Bob, it's amazing. I love it. Did you do this for me? Wow! Wait until I tell the girls back home about this." "Well, I had a woman from work do it. You're lucky. I was going to decorate the room in pinks and with stuffed animals." She laughed and shook her head. "You really thought I was still a little girl didn't you?" "I wouldn't exactly say that fourteen is all grown up. No matter what the outside looks like." "Oh my God! Uncle Bob, you're blushing. That's so cool. My uncle is blushing," she teased. "So you think I look hot huhn?" "That's a hell of a question to ask your uncle," I told her and suppressed a smile. "Where do you want these?" I asked her indicating the two bags I'd shlepped up the elevator. I had dropped them next to the chest of drawers and she told me that that was fine. "What about the rest of the tour?" She asked me. "Well, there's only my room left, but if you want to see it it's the last door on the left." We trooped down to my room. Half of it was bedroom and the other half exercise room. I had a large brass bed and dark mahogany furniture. My floor was carpeted in a beige Berber. At the other end of the room there was an exercise bike, a Stairmaster, a universal gym, and some free weights. "Not bad," Jesse said, "except for the whole gym decor. Not very romantic, uncle Bob." I showed her how a couple of unfolding panels could be used to separate the work out area from the rest of the room and she accepted that. She yawned and said she would be getting ready for bed. It was almost ten and that made it about one a.m. her time. I told her I would go down and get the last suitcase now while I still had energy left. I rode down the elevator and thought about the last couple of hours. There was a nagging thought at the back of my mind that said this would be an adventurous summer. I had a feeling I would be playing chaperon more than I would uncle. Jesse was an amazing looking girl. No! She was beyond amazing. She was one in a million. I saw amazing women everyday as I roamed the streets of LA, and its surroundings. Hundreds of gorgeous young women who came to LA in search of fame and fortune. But, few of them had the natural qualities that Jesse had. I bet she could crook a finger at any man and have him eating out of her hand in moments. God! That ripe figure and that long full mane of hair. Those beguiling grey eyes and those luscious lips. I shook my head as I realized I was drooling over my fourteen year old niece. I got the bag out of the vehicle and went back up to the condo. I let myself in and huffed and puffed down to her room. The door was ajar and I pushed it open. My mouth opened and I dropped the suitcase onto the floor. Jesse had been in the act of bending over to get something out of another of the bags and her back was to me. At first I thought she had nothing on, but I realized then that she was wearing thong underwear. Nevertheless, I was faced with the perky ass which I'd been ogling all night. Jesse stood up and whipped around to see me standing there with mouth agape. "Uncle Bob," she chastised me lightly, "we're going to have to learn to knock aren't we." "Uh.. I'm, uh... sorry, Jesse. I'm not used to having anyone staying with me," I stuttered. My eyes were riveted on her body. She was wearing only bra and panties. The bra was a lacy see through affair and I could easily discern her large pink nipples and aureole. Her panties were a mere whisp of material and I could plainly see the curls of ruddy hair pressed inside. I tore my eyes away finally and looked up to see a smiling Jesse. "Seen enough?" She asked and approached me. I backed up as she came nearer and then the door swung shut in my face. I heard a soft chuckle from the other side of it. I turned and walked into the living room. I walked over to the wet bar and poured myself a scotch neat. I dropped down onto the sofa and took a healthy swig. The image of her was burned into my memory. I was a lost man and I knew it. How many times had I seen a woman and felt the desire to see her naked. Not to touch or to make love to, but just to enjoy what must have been an incredible sight. There was nothing like the naked female form. The soft contours, the glowing skin that you just knew would feel like silk, and the long legs. I shuddered at the yearning that passed through my body. And now, I told myself, I would have such a woman in my home. No, not a woman, I reminded myself, but a girl. A fourteen year old girl with the body that God had intended for a grown woman. I knew that I would be watching her every move. Her every twist and turn. Her every fold and tuck. The toss of her hair. I raised my glass and drained it. I felt the whiskey burn down my throat and explode into my stomach. I sighed. Sleep would not come easily this night. I awoke the next morning and realized I was still on the sofa. I stretched and listened for what had awoken me. I knew my waking wasn't natural and suddenly the clink of a glass enforced the thought. I stood and stretched. I went over the west wall of the living room, which was made entirely of smoked glass and looked out over downtown Anaheim and out towards the Pacific. It was still very early and the shadows were long. I watched as the glass in the taller buildings exploded with reflected light from the rising sun. The buildings seemed to catch on fire as their windows glowed in whites and burnished copper. I hadn't lived here long enough to become jaded about the view and I drank it in. "Wow!" Came a comment from behind me and I turned to find Jesse a few steps away. She held a glass of juice in her hand which she proffered to me. I mumbled my thanks and took it. She stood next to me and we watched the effects of the rising sun. It looked as though the iridescent light was leaping from building to building like a living thing. In a matter of minutes the sun had risen high enough that the effect was dispelled. Jesse sighed and turned away. I watched her retreating back. She wore a long sweat shirt that came down to mid thigh and rendered her formless. She had pulled her amazing mop of hair to the back of her head and tied it into a pony tail high up in back, which caused it to swoop up and then cascade down. It reminded me of the old song that the 'Big Bopper' used to sing - Chantilly Lace. I followed her into the kitchen and saw that she had found everything she needed. She sat at the small table and ate a bowl of cereal. I noticed the coffee maker was finishing its cycle and I grabbed a cup. I hesitated before grabbing another and I looked over at her. She read my mind and shook her head no. I poured myself a cup and then sweetened and lightened it. I sat across from her and joined her in companionable silence. She raised her left leg and tucked it in under the right one. I watched the girlish maneuver and then tore my eyes away. I was sure I'd seen the coppery curls of pubic hair. Was it wishful thinking or had I actually seen it. I felt my cock stir and could do nothing about it. "I'm uh.. going to go and get the paper," I told her and spun around quickly to hide my arousal. I went down to the lobby and found my copy of the Times. I opened it as I took the elevator back up and looked at the local section to see which of my columns had been resurrected during my absence. A small blurb at the top of my column explained that I was taking a short vacation and that I would be back the following week. Below that was an old piece I had done on people who built their homes on the sides of hills and then crossed their fingers whenever it rained. I had taken a lot of flack on that one and expected the paper was hoping to resurrect the antagonism. Whatever sold papers was their motto. I wandered back into the kitchen and sat down again. I offered part of the paper to Jesse and she took the entertainment section. I reached for my cup of coffee and stopped with my hand in mid air. She had unfolded the section and was holding it between us. She had brought both legs up and was now sitting in one of those impossible yoga positions that only women can do. Her sweat shirt was stretched across her thighs and everything underneath it was visible. And I mean everything. She wore no panties and her cunt was sitting there like an orange waiting to be peeled. She had a small mass of hair above her slit, and I couldn't tell if it had been trimmed or was just sparse. Her outer lips were fat and pouty. I was amazed that her legs being spread like that didn't cause her cunt to gape open, but it appeared tightly sealed. Even so, I felt my cock stiffen once again and I tore my eyes away. "I uh.. better take a shower," I mumbled as I rose and held the paper in front of my evident tumescence. Jesse looked up from her section with a look of innocence on her face and said she would wait until I was done. I walked away and felt her stare scorch me between the shoulders. I wondered if that had been on purpose or if she hadn't realized what she was doing. I knew very few women whose every move wasn't calculated. A thought started to form in my mind. I wondered if she was trying to seduce me. Had her show the previous evening been an accident or had it been planned? And what about this morning? I shook my head and told myself I was an idiot. She was only a fourteen year old girl after all. I didn't think she had learned to be that devious yet. I stripped and walked into my shower. I turned the water on and shuddered under the initial jets of cold water. I stood in the middle and let the three shower heads bombard me with pulses of warm water. I reached down and grabbed a hold of my swollen cock and started gently stroking back and forth. I watched the swollen head as it was revealed and then hidden again by the rolling of my foreskin. My hand began to move faster as my cock throbbed with pleasure. I thought of Jesse and of her body. I pictured her young cunt and the pleasure it might hold. I pictured myself probing her young cunt with my tongue and then my cock. I groaned loudly as jet after jet of cum flew out of my cock and splashed onto the shower floor. I placed a hand on the shower wall and leaned onto it as I milked the last drops out of my slowly deflating cock. I told myself I was a pervert and started to soap up my sponge. I came out of my room freshly scrubbed and casually dressed. I found Jesse in the kitchen putting the dishes into the washer. She told me she'd take her shower now and I sat down to a second cup of coffee. A few moments later I was called upon for assistance. I went into the large bathroom and found her standing in front of the shower. She told me she didn't know how to work it and wondered which shower head she was supposed to stand under. I showed her how to pull out the knob and turn it to the right to control the temperature. I told her the other knob would cause the stream to change from spray to massage and she looked at me in wonder. She asked why the shower and bath were separate and I chuckled. I told her the large bath tub was also a Jacuzzi and she practically drooled. I left her to her devices and as I turned to close the door I caught a glimpse of her terry cloth robe sliding off of her body and a swollen breast came into view. I closed the door and leaned my forehead onto it. Lord! I told myself. What was this young girl doing to me. Didn't she know I was only human. I also couldn't believe that my cock was rising once again. I nursed my coffee as I finished reading the morning news and then wandered into my den to work on a new column. I had promised Wally at least three columns for the next week and so far I hadn't even written one. I remembered the morning's blaze of glory and started a column on the possibility that the smog in LA.. was getting better. I called a friend at UCLA and got a promise from her for some hard data on the subject. It felt good to be working and I was happily concentrating when a shadow fell across my door and I looked up to find Jesse standing there. "I wondered where you'd gotten off to," she told me and came in and sat in the other chair. "So, this is where you work?" "Sometimes," I told her, "but mostly I work at the office. I do a lot of editing and research for some of the feature writers." She nodded her head, but I could tell she didn't really understand what I meant. I wrote a column for the local section of the Times and on Sundays my column was syndicated, which had meant a lot more money and a lot less work, but it hadn't made me rich just comfortable. So, I needed to continue doing some of the menial tasks that every journalist has to. A lot of footwork and research. Talking to people who all had better things to do than tell a brash reporter those mundane facts that added up to a good piece. I thought about explaining this to her, but figured I'd save her from the boring details. Jesse had dried and brushed her hair. She had pulled it all back and it hung down her back and was held together by one of those colorful elastic things. She wore a crop top which presented her breasts for everyone to ogle and also a pair of tight cut offs. I had wondered where to take her that day and her attire helped me decide. "How would you like to drive over to Venice Beach?" I asked her. "You mean that place you always see on TV with the girls in bikinis on roller blades and stuff?" She asked enthusiastically. "That's the one," I told her. "Give me a second to dress down and I'll be ready to go." "Should I bring anything?" She asked as she followed me to my room. "Like a swim suit or something?" "If you want. We could spend some time on the beach." She rushed out and I changed into shorts and a sleeveless tee shirt and sandals. I wore my swim suit under my shorts. I grabbed a couple of beach towels from within my closet and rummaged around for some sun block. I went out and found Jesse standing by the door. She had put on a ball cap and she was as cute as a button. Well actually, she was as hot as the sun, but I tried to focus away from those thoughts. I followed her tight little ass to the elevator and she vibrated with anticipation as we rode down to my vehicle. We piled in and drove away. Jesse was surprised at how long it took to get there. She ventured as how the movies always made it seem like Hollywood and Venice Beach and everything else were like side by side. It was a glorious day and I knew that she wouldn't be disappointed. I found a parking lot not far from the beach and mortgaged my home for an all day parking spot. I grabbed the beach towels and we headed out. We walked between a couple of buildings and came out onto the main causeway. There were already throngs of people milling about. Tourists who came to ogle the locals, and locals who came to be ogled. Rows of small boutiques lined the street and vendors hawked their wares. Jesse clutched my arm as she took in the sights and sounds. I looked at her and she looked back with a wide smile and a gleam in her eyes. We stopped at various boutiques so that she could look at swim suits and other colorful items. I bought her a pair of sandals to replace her sneakers and I carried the bag after she swapped shoes. I watched as boys and men craned their necks to look her up and down. I even saw one tourist get elbowed by his wife as he gave Jesse a going over. We stopped and watched a street performer juggle a pumpkin, a half gallon of milk, and a chain saw. I gave Jesse a dollar and she went over and dropped it into his hat after he had finished his performance. Amid all the tourists dropping coins into his hat he chose Jesse to thank. I watched as his eyes ate her up and I felt a twinge of jealousy. We stopped to watch an artist render Mona Lisa in chalk, then the ubiquitous mime who mimicked people as they walked past. I'm always surprised when no one punches these guys out, and it gave me an idea for another column. We finally made it to the beach and I spread out our beach towels. It wasn't noon yet and the beach wasn't too crowded. I slipped off my tee shirt and pants and lie back to do some baking. I watched as Jesse shimmied out of her cut offs to reveal a high cut bikini bottom, which should have been against the law. At least it wasn't a thong I told myself. I heard a crash and turned to see two bicyclists untangling their bikes. One guy was telling the other to watch where he was going, but he stopped his harangue as he looked over and saw what had distracted the first cyclist. They both grinned and one said, "Damnnnnn!" I turned to see Jesse peeling off her top to reveal the almost nonexistent bikini top. Now that had to be a sin, I told myself. "Does you mother know you wear things like that?" I asked her and she merely smiled at me. She grabbed the sun lotion and started spreading it along her long calves and thighs. I looked around and noticed that there seemed to be a lot more beach goers around us than before. She spread the lotion onto her midsection and I looked back to the bike path and noticed that the two cyclists had been joined by a handful of others. One was a girl, and she leered openly. When Jesse moved her oily hands up to rub lotion into her breasts there seemed to be a collective sigh from around us. "Here," Jesse said as he handed me the tube of lotion, "do my back." She rolled over onto her stomach and I looked down at her luscious body. I poured lotion into my hand and I looked up to see the anticipation on peoples' faces. I reached down and smeared the lotion onto the back of her calves and worked up onto her thighs. I spread the lotion on liberally, remembering her statement about being a red head. I continued up her body and poured the cool lotion onto the small of her back. Jesse giggled as the cool lotion dripped onto her. I spread the lotion around and into the top of her ass. Then I worked it up and onto her shoulders. I took a breath as I finished and wondered how long I'd been holding it. I realized that my cock was hard as a rock and hoped that nobody noticed. The bicyclists seemed disappointed that the show was over and they slowly broke up and went their own ways. "I've never seen that before," I told Jesse. "What's that?" she mumbled from her position. "How a girl could gather a crowd by stripping down to a swimsuit. It's like something from a bad movie," I said and lie onto my stomach to hide my cock. Jesse turned her head my way and I looked into her grey eyes as she said, "Men are like lemmings, uncle Bob." I had a whole new understanding of my niece now. She was very aware of her power and I had a feeling that she didn't do anything without a reason. "So. Tell me?" I asked her, "That little show last night and this morning. Was that all for my benefit?" I saw her lips curve into a smile and she turned her head away without answering my question, but in doing so she gave me all the answer I needed. A sudden flash of anger washed over me and then I felt like laughing. With one look, I had been lumped together with all the other lemmings of my kind. And I knew she was right. I had looked at her with wanting and not as an uncle, but it had been inevitable. I told myself that I would try hard to protect her, because she was probably doomed to follow all the other women of her kind. They had the world in their hands, but they always seemed to lose their grips on it and it usually wound up crushing them. The rest of the day continued in this idyllic fashion. We sunned ourselves for awhile and then played in the water to cool off. We wandered the beach and watched life unfold around us. She was enraptured to find that there was actually a muscle beach and she laughed in my ear as she told me she thought they looked malformed. She was surprised to see that some of the men working out were celebrities. There was an actor from a popular lifeguard show; a football player whose name she actually knew; and a couple of guys she'd seen on professional wrestling. I'd done a piece on wrestling once and one of the big guys recognized me. He came over to say hello, but I knew it was to get a closer look at Jesse. He flirted shamelessly with her, but realized he was getting nowhere. We said our good byes and moved along. We rented some roller blades and laughed at our clumsy efforts as more experienced skaters zoomed by us. Some of them even going backwards. Jesse finally found some worthwhile competition among the long legged beauties who flitted about in their high cut bikinis. Jesse was accepted among them as though she was a member of their tribe. She stopped on occasion to pass the time of day with some of the centerfold like beauties. They talked and giggled like school girls. I was amazed to find out that not a single one of the girls we met was older than eighteen. I thought about how I could turn this into a column. At one point Jesse stood talking to four other girls and they all turned to look in my direction. The girls twittered and one of them waved at me. I waved back and felt like an exhibit at the zoo. I saw Jesse write something onto the palm of her hand and wondered where the pen had come from. A couple of strange images flashed through my head, but I pushed them aside. Jesse came back over to me after a while and she sat down and sipped at my soft drink. "What was that all about?" I asked her and she looked at me and smiled. "They wanted to know who the hunk was. I told them you were my rich boyfriend." "Thanks," I said and then realized there was no reason to feel cheapened. "The one who waved wants to know if she can jump your bones. She has a thing for older men," Jesse told me and I looked over to find the busty blonde looking my way. I smiled and she looked quickly away. "Old men, huhn?" I asked. "I said older men, uncle Bob. Gee! Don't get all complexed on me. You're not old yet," she chided. "No. But, being around you is making me feel like it," I told her with a grin. She giggled and looked at me for a moment before asking, "What about a girlfriend? You got one, uncle Bob." "No. No one that I see on a steady basis. I have a couple of women friends that I date occasionally," I told her and wondered where this was going. "Hmmm," she wondered aloud, "what about uh... you know, uh relief?" "Relief," I chuckled, "what kind of question is that for a fourteen year old to ask her thirty year old uncle?" "I was just wondering," she pouted. "Mom says she thinks you might be gay." "She does, does she?" I asked and frowned. "Why does she say that?" "Mostly because you've never been married and because you never had a steady girlfriend when you lived in Boston." I was about to tell her that I had been too busy fucking everything that moved to settle down with one girl, but thought better of it. Since moving out to LA, I'd settled down some and had a couple of women that I slept with fairly often and every now and then there would be the one night tryst, but no one had touched my I-want-to- settle-down-with-one-woman nerve. "Well, to answer your question, I have sex - with women - on occasion and every now and then I go to one of those Hollywood orgies." Jesse's eyes opened wide until she realized I was pulling her leg at which point she jabbed me in the ribs and skated away before I could retaliate. I caught up to her after a couple of blocks and she shrieked as I made a grab for her. We played around like a couple of kids for a while and then stopped to catch our breath. We made our way back to the rental shop and we ransomed our valuables with the return of our skates. It was mid afternoon by then and I told her she looked like she might have had too much sun, so we went back to the car and drove back to the condo. She stretched in her seat like some type of feline and said how much she'd enjoyed our outing. She asked if we could go again and I told her we could and we would. I notice the writing in her palm and asked about it. "It's that girl's phone number. She lives around here and told me to call her when I have a chance and we could get together. That's okay isn't it?" She asked and looked at me with concern. I took my eyes away from the road for a second and looked back at her. "I suppose we should sit down and have a talk about things when we get back. Sort of set up some ground rules and stuff." I noticed that her pouty lips took on and even more pronounced nature and I sighed. "Don't be like that," I told her, "your parents sent you out here for me to look after you. I'm not going to just stand back and let you go wild." She turned her head and glared at me. "You're as bad as my parents. You assume that I'm going to do something wrong. Why do you all do that?" "Jesse. You're fourteen years old. It's natural for people who love you to be concerned over your welfare. It's not that we don't trust you. It's just that there are some evil things out there. Evil people. We just want to set up boundaries so that you don't have to suffer what thousands of other kids have had to find out on their own." She sulked some more and then she sighed and finally replied. "I know. It's just that the way mom and dad did it; it was like I was being punished all the time." "I'm sorry," I told her, "I'll try not to make it seem like that. As long as you don't leave the condo and are in bed by ten. I'll be happy." Jesse's head whipped around and her mouth opened to say something before she realized I was once again teasing her. "Don't do that!" She cried out and punched me in the shoulder. "Hey!" I yelled back. "I'm driving here." "Sorry," she said and gave me a fake pout of her luscious lips, "but, you deserved that. And I'll give you some more if you keep it up." I saw her bunch a fist and threaten me with it and we laughed. We gathered our belongings and rode up the elevator. The doors opened at the lobby level and old Mrs. Iverson got on. I introduced her to Jesse and told her she'd be staying for the summer. I told Jesse that Mrs. Iverson was the other person living on our floor. She and Jesse made small talk on the way up and Jesse promised she would go over and visit on some future occasion. We went into the condo and Jesse headed for the shower, as did I. I washed off the days accumulation of sun lotion and grit and then dried myself off. I stepped out of the bathroom and found Jesse standing in the open doorway. Her eyes went down to my cock and she sucked in her breath. Her eyes were wide as she looked up at my face. "I'm sorry, uncle Bob. I knocked, but I guess you didn't hear me," she said. I saw her blush and she turned and ran from my room. I pulled on some pants and a fresh shirt and went out to find her. Her door was closed and I thought I could hear sobbing from within. I knocked on her door, but she didn't respond so I knocked again. I heard some rustling from within and then the door opened slowly. I looked at my niece's tear stained face and her red eyes. "I'm sorry, uncle Bob," she repeated, "don't be mad at me." "Hey! Hey!" I said and wrapped her in my arms. "What's this all about? It wasn't that bad." "I know. I guess everything finally just crashed down on me. How come my parents don't love me any more?" She asked me and pressed her face into my chest as she sobbed. "Ah, honey. They love you. They're just worried about you that's all and they didn't know how to deal with your growing up." "But, they never made Mikey or Joey go away," she told me, referring to her grown up brothers. I remembered what a handful those two had been and suddenly I realized that my brother and his wife really didn't know how to deal with their children. "Well, I think dealing with a couple of hellions like your brothers was probably less of a problem for them than dealing with this, " I told her and held her at arms length and looked her up and down. Jesse smiled at me through her tears and hugged me once again. We stood there for a while until she finally let me go and wiped away the last of her tears. Her eyes were red and her lips were even puffier than usual if that were possible. "Now. What did you come looking for in my room?" I asked her. Jesse smiled and looked down at the floor. "I, uh.. I wanted to ask if you had something for sunburn. I think you were right about getting too much sun." "Well, let's go see what I've got. I think I remember a jar of Noxema that someone left here." We went back into my bathroom and I opened the medicine cabinet. There was a half used jar of the greasy ointment in there and I gave it to Jesse. She asked if I could put some onto her upper back and she turned and lowered her terry cloth robe and exposed her shoulders and upper back to me. For some reason this affected me more than anything else she'd done thus far and I felt my arousal surge into my loins. I gently spread the lotion onto her pink skin and she sighed as the cool ointment cooled it off. I spread down as far as her shoulder blades and up onto her neck. She moaned and told me how good it felt. I looked over her shoulder and could see the swell of her breasts. More than anything I'd ever wished for; I wanted that robe to open so that I could see her bounty. She must of felt my ardor as she pulled her robe up and thanked me for my assistance. I whispered hoarsely that it was no problem and she took the jar and left me with my swollen cock. As soon as my bedroom door closed, I unzipped my pants and pulled out my hard-on. I wondered if I was going to spend all summer trying to rub the skin off my cock and I pumped it until sperm splashed into the sink. I leaned on the sink for a while until I could think clearly again and then tucked away my penis and went to see about supper. I went into the kitchen and found Jesse there. She was wearing the top part of a two piece swim suit and I thanked God that it did a good job of covering her tits. She told me that this top was more comfortable with her sunburn. She helped me throw together a salad and she watched as I did a couple of steaks on the indoor grill. We both tore into our dinners. It had been a long day and we were both famished. We talked about school and she told me about her friends and which classes she liked and which teachers she hated. She was doing well in school and hoped to get a scholarship when the time came for her to go on to college. I finally built up the nerve and finally asked her the question that had been nagging at me since the previous day. "Jesse? Do you have any problems because of the way you uh... look?" She looked up from her steak and looked into my eyes. I read a book there and knew that this was a touchy subject. "I've.. I've only looked like this for about a year now," she told me. "When I left grammar school, I was just a skinny kid without boobs. But, like in a year, everything started growing and pushing out everywhere. For the longest time, I felt like a freak. I thought people were looking at me because I looked weird or something, but then I slowly realized that that's not why they were looking." I stayed quiet and only nodded. "Then people started doing weird things, you know. Like boys I'd known my whole life had a hard time talking to me and teachers would look at my boobs when they talked to me. Some of them even said things that I realized they shouldn't. You know like helping with my grades," Jesse waggled her eyebrows as she said the last. I nodded again and looked at her encouragingly. "And then all these hunky guys started asking me out. Gee, I was only thirteen and I'd never even been out on a date and these guys in high school were stopping to talk to me, and wanting me to go with them for a ride, or to the movies, or to the beach. It was really wild. I was a little scared at first, but I realized that I had this strange power. I could tell guys to leave me alone and they'd get all flustered and stuff. Or, I could look over at someone and they'd come running over and ask me if I needed anything." I had been right when I told myself that Jesse knew she had power over men. Here she was telling me about how she had discovered it. "Even my relatives, uncle Bob. My uncles and cousins, my brothers and even..." she hesitated for a second as she sought the courage to continue, "even... my dad started treating me differently. Dad keeps trying to see me naked, uncle Bob." "I'm sure it's just your imagination, Jesse," I told her, but it wasn't heartfelt. "No, it isn't. I had to put a lock on my bedroom door and started putting a chair under the knob of the bathroom. I even found a hole in my bedroom wall that opened into mom and dad's closet." I sat back stunned. I had a feeling that the real reason for her exile had finally surfaced. My own brother. Spying on his daughter. I shook my head and then realized that I was just as bad. I had felt the desire to see her naked and I still did. I hoped I wouldn't go to the lengths my brother had. "I, uh.. I, I don't know what to say, Jesse," I told her. She smiled weakly and pushed her salad around, "That's okay, uncle Bob. I know it's no one's fault. I'm only sorry that I've caused so much trouble." "Hey, it's not your fault. Nature was just a little too good to you that's all." Jesse looked up and grinned at me. "Yeah! Well she wasn't too bad to you either." I notice Jesse glimpse down at my crotch and I blushed. "Jesse!" "I'm sorry, uncle Bob, but turn about is fair play." "Turn about?" I asked her, not knowing which time she alluded to. "Oh, you already forgot about this morning at breakfast?" She asked. "This morning?" I replied and remembered her beaver shot. "Now, that's a little different than spying on someone. Somebody goes out of their way so that somebody can see their, uh... their genitalia. That's not at all like walking in on someone coming out of the shower." Jesse giggled. "That's the first time I've ever seen a naked man, uncle Bob. I hadn't even seen a grown man's uh.. penis before. Only in pictures." "You hadn't?" I was surprised somehow that this little vixen hadn't seen at least one guy's cock. "And what about that little show you put on this morning? Do you always display your goods like that?" "No," she said and looked away sheepishly. "I'd never done that before. I had this strange Idea that if I did that you would make love to me." You could have knocked me over with a feather when she said that. And, you could have hit me with a two by four and I wouldn't have felt it. I was stunned. No, I was in shock. I couldn't feel my body anymore. "What?" squeaked out of my throat. "I've... I've never made love," she told me without looking up, "and I've been having all of these feelings lately. I just want to know what it feels like." "Jesse!" I coughed. "You're just fourteen for pete's sake. You've got a lifetime to find out what sex is all about. Why rush into it now?" "Uncle Bob," Jesse said as she looked up at me with a determined fire in her eyes, "if I don't get fucked soon. I'm going to go find a complete stranger and let him do it to me." I looked into her eyes and saw that she meant it. I was at a loss. What was I supposed to do. Jump up and drag her into the bedroom. Tell her that I was volunteering for the job. This was insanity and I had no clue as to how to proceed. "Well. You think you can hold off for a while?" I asked her. Jesse broke into tearful laughter. "I'm not going to rush out and do it right this minute, silly." "Thank God," I mumbled and she laughed at my disconcertedness. "I'm too tired to talk about this now. How about we continue this conversation tomorrow?" I asked her. "Sure," she said and got up and started clearing the table. We cleared and washed and then went to our separate rooms. The sun and skating had taken its toll on me and I felt the sandman calling my name. I stripped out of my clothes and fell into bed. If I dreamed I didn't remember. I awoke the next morning to a strange humming sound. It seemed familiar, but I couldn't grasp it. hen I realized that it was my exercycle. I sat up in bed and looked over to see Jesse peddling madly away. She caught the movement of my waking and she looked over and grinned at me. She was wearing a walkman and when she talked she spoke loudly as though talking to someone who was hearing impaired. "Good morning, sleepy head," she grinned. I looked at the bedside table and saw that it was already nine a.m.. I hadn't slept that late in ages. I looked back at Jesse and watched her work out. She wore lycra shorts and a tube top. Her hair was thrust up onto her head and stuck out like a plant that had been neglected. There was a fine sheen of sweat on her face and she seemed to glow. I tapped my ear and she nodded and pulled her headset off. "How long have you been on there?" I asked her. She looked down for a second and then looked back at me, "For about twelve miles!" I fell back onto my pillow and groused to myself about youthful energy. I heard Jesse laugh and I looked down the length of my body to see what she found so humorous. There was something between her and I, and that was a morning hard-on. I felt the sudden urge to urinate and also to hide my tumescence from leering eyes. "Does that mean you're happy to see me?" Jesse lampooned. "It means I have to use the john. Don't flatter yourself. Not everyone is overwhelmed by your womanly charms, " I lied as I watched her breasts move under her top. She threw her head back and barked a laugh and then looked at me and pouted. Damn she was magnificent. I was starting to feel like I never wanted her to go away. I slid to the edge of the bed and without thinking pulled the sheet off and sat up. I was rubbing the sleep out of my eyes when I heard the exercycle falter and I looked over to see Jesse's eyes as big as saucers. She was staring at me. I looked down and saw my swollen cock staring back. I quickly grabbed a pillow and blushed deeply. "Damn, uncle Bob. How big does that thing get?" She asked me. "Never mind how big it gets. Throw me that robe will you," I asked her and pointed to a colorful affair which hung on my closet door. She shook her head no. "What do you mean no?" I asked. "Uh un! I want to see more," she said and giggled. I looked at her for a moment and then shrugged my shoulders. Two could play this game. I stood up and stretched my arms over my head. My erect cock stuck out and bobbed around like a compass needle. I turned and walked towards my bathroom. This took me within a couple feet of her and I watched her stare at my cock. I felt a sudden surge of arousal and my cock bounced up as I came near. Her eyes got even bigger and her mouth hung open. I walked into the bathroom and closed the door. I hoped her youthful curiosity had been satisfied. I wondered if I had done the right thing. I hoped I hadn't just added gas to the fire. I stood over the toilet and sighed as I relieved my bladder. I shook off the last drops and flushed. Then I turned to the shower and turned it on. I got in and put my head under one of the sprays. I left the water on cold for a few moments and let it run across the back of my neck. I felt revived and adjusted the water to a warmer temperature. I grabbed the soap and started sudsing my chest. I had my back to the door and I suddenly heard the rattle of the shower door. I turned and found Jesse stepping inside. I backed away from her and my back slammed into the shower wall. She stood still and just looked at me with saucer sized eyes. I couldn't tell if she was waiting for me to yell at her for doing this or if she was waiting for me to voice my approval of her body. Her hands fidgeted by her side. I looked at her and my breath came in ragged gasps. Her breast were the size of large grapefruits. Her waist was impossibly narrow and her hips were boyish. I felt my cock rise until it pointed at her. I stepped forward and pulled her into my arms. My mouth crushed into hers and I felt her melt into my arms. She returned the kiss with fervor. I felt her tongue press against my lips and I opened mine to let her in. The touch of her tongue on mine was electrifying. I felt her breath catch in her throat. I slid a hand down her back and onto her ass. I cupped one of her cheeks and drew her into me. I felt my cock pressed in between us and I shuddered. I pulled my mouth away and looked into her eyes. There was pleading there and I surrendered all common sense. I turned off the water and grabbed her hand. I pulled her along and pushed her down onto my bed. I looked down at the vision that was my niece and I felt an animal arousal that was akin to blood lust. You would have needed ten strong men to stop me from doing this. I lowered myself onto her and brought my lips to hers once again. I brought a hand up and cupped one of her breasts. Her body jerked in response. I pulled my tongue from her mouth and lowered it to her turgid nipple. She sucked in a breath as I sucked in her nipple. My hand squeezed and caressed her breast and I felt her move in excitement. I moved my mouth to the other breast and worshiped that one as well. I looked up into her eyes as I pushed myself down her body. Her eyes got bigger as my mouth neared her cunt. My chin brushed her clit and she closed her eyes and moaned. Her cunt was swollen and her outer lips had furled like a flower. I dragged my tongue along the length of her slit and she moved her hips as the pleasure moved up her body. I pushed my tongue past her meaty lips and opened her up. I felt a gush of moisture wash over my tongue and I savored it. I extended my tongue and pushed it into her. I did this for a while and she reached down and ran her fingers through my hair. I had a feeling that if I stopped she would grab hold and push my face back into her. I studied her cunt and saw that her clitoris had swelled and was peaking out from under its little hood. I was impressed by its size. It was as wide as a dime and it stuck out like the tip of a small finger. I swept my tongue up and took a swipe at it. Jesse let out a squeal and her hands tangled roughly in my hair. I stopped and looked up at her. Her eyes stared back with a wild intensity. She pushed down on my head and I chuckled at her insistence. I hoped I would be left some hair before this was done. I poked and licked her clit and she moaned and tried to buck me off. I held on to her hips and did my best to stay on target. I felt her thighs open and close and her stomach muscles tightened. I knew she was nearing her orgasm and I pulled away. She stared at me wildly and her mouth worked silently. I pulled myself up and placed my cock at her opening. Her mouth opened and she dragged in a breath. I pushed my cock into her slowly and lowered my mouth to hers. My cock head hadn't even slipped in all the way when it came up against a barrier. It was her maidenhead. My first thought was how I had missed it when I was down there eating her out. My second thought was that I couldn't go through with this. I pulled my cock away and rolled off of her. "No!" Jesse screeched at me and pulled on my arm, trying to get me back into the saddle. "Don't leave me like this!" She pleaded. I moved down her body again and brought my mouth to her cunt again. I did my best to tease and prolong her cumming. I licked and prodded all of her sensitive parts and reached up and played with her breasts as I tongued her. In less than a minute, she reached down and slammed my face into her cunt as she shouted, "Ohhhhhhhh!" Her body flailed about and I held on for dear life. Her back arched and her fingers clutched my hair even harder. I felt her body give off a few more shudders as she took in a long gasping breath and her fingers loosened and finally released their death grip on my brown locks. I rose up on my knees and rubbed my scalp. I gave her an accusatory glance and she broke into laughter. She curled up into a fetal position. "Don't make me laugh," she stated. "My stomach muscles are sore enough." I looked down at my niece and felt guilt wash over me. I hadn't been man enough to resist her charms. I didn't know if I could ever look at myself in the mirror again. I walked back to the shower like an automaton. I stepped in and turned on the water. I began to wash in a mindless haze. I felt her arms come around me as she crushed her breasts into my back. "It's okay, uncle Bob," she said as though reading my mind. "I'm sorry," I told her, but I don't know if she knew what I was sorry for. "Why didn't you do it?" She asked me and I felt her hand move down and across my stomach. My body shuddered as her hand reached my still hard cock. I was like a teenage boy having his first sexual encounter. My mind shouted at me to stop her. It said that things had gone too far. I had almost deflowered my fourteen year old niece. My goddess of a niece. "I.. I just couldn't. You should have told me." "I told you I'd never even seen a grown man's penis before," she reminded me and squeezed mine as she said it. I felt her lips press into my back near my shoulder blades and then again a few inches lower. The next kiss made me realize she was moving down my body and I trembled again. I told myself to stop her, but my will was so weak. Her lips were like fire as they worked down my back and then around to my hip. I looked down as she pulled on my hip and made me turn to face her. The shower spray was moistening her hair and as it straightened it appeared to flow from her head like molten lava. The effect was surreal and my breath caught in my throat. I felt like I was being seduced by a goddess from mythology. She grasped my cock again and stroked her hand back and forth. She watched as the foreskin rolled part way up and then back again. Her hand was tight and I winced as she pulled back too far. "Sorry," she smiled and loosened her grip, "tell me if I do something wrong." "Just handle it gently," I told her, "it means a lot to me." She smiled as she looked up into my eyes. She returned her gaze to my cock and I watched as her tongue came out to moisten her lips. The anticipation was almost unbearable. I wanted to shout, "suck it for God's sake" but I let her go at her own speed. I only hoped there was enough hot water to last that long. She studied my cock some more and opened her mouth. She looked like a young woman about to try her first piece of sushi. Her tongue brushed across the bottom of the head and my legs shook as though I'd just run the Boston marathon. She looked up at me again and smiled. Her tongue went back to its work with more determination this time as it played about the head and shaft. Every time she touched me it was like an electric shock. It was as if it was my first time also. Looking up at me with her large eyes she bent forward and finally slid the head of my cock into her mouth. I groaned loudly; as much for the feeling as for the lascivious sight. I saw her smile around my cock and then I felt her tongue play along the bottom of my glans as she closed her mouth around my cock and sucked. Her cheeks hollowed and it became slightly uncomfortable. "Not so hard," I told her and reached down to put a hand on her head. The pressured lessened, but she still didn't take more of me in. I took the lead and pushed on her head with my hand. Her eyes looked up questioningly and then she realized what I wanted and she took in another three inches of my cock. I pushed her head back and her mouth slid back until only the head was still in her mouth. Then she took me in again without my prompting. "Oh yeah!" I said without thinking and she moaned along with me. Her head started moving a little faster as she licked and slurped on my aching cock. I knew I would explode in a matter of moments. She developed a rhythm as her mouth moved up and down my cock and she closed her eyes as she worked on me. She had a look of contentment on her face as though she enjoyed what she was doing. I felt her tongue circle the head of my cock as she experimented with different things. She pulled off after a few more strokes and licked along the shaft. "Am I doing it right?" She asked and looked up at me seeking affirmation. "Baby, you're doing just great," I told her and watched as she smiled and then engulfed my cock once again. Her mouth moved up and down relentlessly now and her hand squeezed and released the exposed part of my cock in rhythm with her sucking. Her head started to roll from side to side as she bobbed up and down and she suddenly joined the corps of expert cock suckers. I was in ecstasy. I realized that my balls were tight up against my body and knew that I'd be spraying the inside of her mouth in moments. I debated whether I should warn her and chastised myself for being selfish. "I'm going to cum, baby," I told her. Jesse's eyes opened and she looked up at me with a frown on her face. It was as though she hadn't thought about it and she probably hadn't. She had never seen a man ejaculate before and didn't know what to expect. Her mouth faltered and she slowed. I put a hand back on her head and encouraged her to continue. "You can pull off when I start to cum, sweety. Just stroke with your hand okay? Please?" "Umm hmm," came the muffled reply. I watched her eyes widen as she felt my cock swell in her mouth. I felt the surge of cum rush up the length of my cock and knew it had jetted into her mouth. She pulled off with a gasp and another jet hit her on the upper lip. I put my hand on hers and helped her stroke my cock. The next spurt splashed against her throat and she watched my cock intently. She was fascinated and she picked up the stroking on her own. She squeezed as she stroked as though she were milking a cow. Another weaker jet shot out and landed onto her forearm and then another only dribbled out and laced her hand. A few more weak bubbles of cum were squeezed out as she milked me and then she surprised me as she leaned forward and sucked the head into her mouth once again. I leaned back against the shower wall as though I had no power over my body. I watched as she sucked and licked my cock as though she were cleaning it. She pulled off my cock and looked at it as it began to shrink. She giggled at the sight. She noticed the gobs of cum on her hand and I watched as she licked one off. I could see her roll it around in her mouth as she tried to decide if it was bad or not. She gave a small shrug of her shoulders and then she rose up to a standing position. She wrapped her arms around me and laid her head on my chest. "Did you like?" She murmured. My only reply was a loud sigh. She smiled and snuggled in deeper. I reached over and turned the valve to increase the water temperature. We stood there for a while as the steam rose around us. I felt my head droop and realized I was falling asleep. I pushed her back and reached for the soap. She looked at me and smiled as she raised her arms above her head and offered me her body. I brought the soap to her chest and started to work up a lather. She closed her eyes and moaned as I worked the soap into her breasts. I wondered if I was going to survive the summer, and I wondered also, if I were going to be brave enough to take her virginity. I felt a wave of guilt pass over me, but I ignored it. I might be damned I told myself, but I'd be the only man in hell with a smile on his face. The End ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 23