Then of course, around midnight the drunken horn kicks in a bit and I turn on the phone. 7 txts, increasingly annoying attention seeking shit. I delete them, and then 5 minutes later I send something along the lines of �had a lot of fun, will have to do it again soon xx�. Cue a series of txts about how she wants to meet again and I pass out after a quick wank remembering her wet cunt and soft lips.
I spend Thursday at work kicking myself for getting into this situation, letting my mind draw up some pretty horrific scenarios of getting busted and fucking up the company and losing friends and family and ending up in jail and on the sex offenders register. If I just cut all contact, there�s a strong chance she tells everyone she can about the mean guy who seduced her, and if I keep in contact every txt or call or meeting represents another chance of getting busted. A colleague notices I seem off, and I play it off as coming down with a flu, and leave at lunchtime. I sat round my flat trying to figure out a solution, but instead settled for my bong and some cartoons. The weed manages to calm me down a fair bit, and I feel better, until I get another txt of �we should talk come pick me up from school xx�.
Wild fantasises of picking up my passport and just fucking off somewhere hot are tempered by a next to non existent bank account. Feeling suddenly sober again I get in the van and arrange a place to pick her up, but deep within the fear is a sense of excitement and warmth around the crotch. I roll up to the bus stop where she is waiting with a smile, and she hops in and kisses me right away. I pull back, a little too quick as I remember we are out in public and she looks pretty hurt. �I think..� and then I trail off and pull into the traffic and let the car stereo fill the silence for a bit. I drive away a bit, down an old farm road I know will be nice and quiet. I apologise, and tell her up front that I�m scared, and that I have everything to lose. She seems to get this, and if anything is reassured by it. She talks a lot about her school and how her dad is a shit and while I�m nodding along I realise she is really lonely, but then I realise I�m looking down her shirt as much as I can while I�m at it and start internally beating myself up for being such a pervert. She falls quiet for a moment, and then we are kissing again and the morals of the situation don�t seem to matter as much. She smells pretty sweet and her mouth tastes like bubblegum as we get off with each other, but there isn�t much room in the front of the van and as the back is full of broken computers, stuff I have stolen from sites and tools, the next thing I know I am walking her through the front door of the flat.
I think even if it had been a literal pigsty it would have impressed her that I have my own place, but she wandered around being amazed, and I got us both a drink. I walk back into the lounge and she isn�t there, she is laying on my bed with the teenage attempt at a coy smile. Again for a few moments the rational, sensible, moral guy in me sticks up and protests, then the arsehole of me joins in by pointing out she�s fat and not really a looker. My cock steamrolls them all, and I hand her the rum and coke with the insane amount of rum, and settle in next to her. She talks again about stuff, about how she hadn�t had a boyfriend but has wanted to so bad, about how the other girls at school are always talking about what they get up to. Another drink is fixed for her, and as I come back she has found my bong. The room gets smoky fast, and she starts kissing me again, stripping off her shirt, bra and skirt before whispering �I really want to fuck�.
I ask her if she is sure, and I feel so excited, scared and nervous I was scared I was going to throw up. In a blur she has me stripped, and gives me cock a lick and quick suck. She seems pretty sure. I get her straddled over me. She slips off her white panties and starts to grind her crotch against mine and she is soaking wet, we kiss and I grope at her tits as she continues to grind for awhile, then I got her to lift up a bit and my cock ran down her slit and positioned itself perfectly at her hole.
She looked a bit nervous but forced herself down a bit and the tip of my cock was in her pussy and the rest of me was in heaven, she was tight but very, very wet too and the sensation was amazing as she started to bob up and down, taking just a little more each time. I slip a hand down to her clit and she starts to moan as her pussy quivers around my cock, she stops riding up and down and just leans down and keeps kissing me while I rub her off, and she cums hard in my ear and I love the sound. She gets off me and lays beside me for a moment before saying �your turn�. I start rifling through my drawer for a condom but she pulls me away and said �it doesn�t matter�. I slip into her wetness and she feels super tight again, but I am so pent up by this point I start fucking her hard, and her moans are halfway between pain and pleasure, I grab my hands around her arse to hold her still and force my cock in as deep as it will go before I cum in her.
We laid there, sweaty and stoned for some time before she told me she was on the pill. I went and got another drink and came back to her cleaning up a creampie. She refused the drink, saying it was about time she got back home, and reality came flooding back with all the guilt and worry, but she cleaned herself up and got dressed all the same. I offered her a lift but refused, saying a friends house was close by, and she could get back home from there.
Will post some more tonight, due to see her again
