Roger froze, unable to think clearly through the blinding haze of his lust and the shock of that kiss. Leslie had caught him so off his guard that he didn't know what to think any more. What did that kiss mean? Did she think of him like he thought of her? Was this really the girl who had been staying at Roger's house for the past hour? Was this his house? Was he Roger Gardner?
Before he could collect his thoughts, she broke the kiss and dashed down the hall to the washroom, leaving him standing there dumbfounded.
The first thought that managed to enter his addled brain was that he should go and talk to her. That thought seemed to take control of his legs, and he found himself following her.
When he entered the room, he gasped. She had unfastened the sash of her robe and was in the process of slipping it off of her shoulders. Fortunately she faced away from him, so he didn't see anything he shouldn't, but as soon as she discovered him standing there, she quickly covered herself again.
"I'm sorry," she said meekly, still facing away. "I just thought... since you were kicking me out of the house... that this would be my last chance."
"Leslie," he told her in as soothing a tone as he could muster. Unfortunately, he still couldn't think straight, so had trouble coming up with anything to tell her. "Leslie," he repeated.
She turned around then, and wiped her eyes on the back of her sleeve.
"I..." he said. "That is... Well..."
She laughed then, a little weakly perhaps but it was a laugh all the same. "It's okay," she said. "I understand. It wasn't right for me to kiss you because you don't have any feelings like that for me. I'm only thirteen. How could you possibly be interested in me like that?"
Was that what she thought? Roger had a hard time believing what he was hearing. Leslie Weaver thought he wasn't interested in her? But then he realized, he had been trying his hardest to make her believe just that. It had worked only too well.
"Leslie," he said again, feeling foolish to keep getting stuck on her name. Somehow he managed to get beyond that this time. "I... I do like you," he told her.
"I know," she sighed. "Like a daughter. A little girl."
"No!" he exclaimed. "I... well, maybe I shouldn't say this."
"Well, first you have to tell me something. Why did you kiss me?"
"I already told you. Because I'm never going to get the chance again."
"No, I mean, why did you want to kiss me?"
Her face turned red then, and Roger was surprised to see that she was embarrassed. She actually blushed at the question!
"Please, Leslie," he insisted gently. "I have to know."
"Because..." she mumbled. "Because I think... I think you're..."
"You think I'm what?" he asked.
"I think you're handsome," she said, turning an even deeper shade of crimson.
"You do?" he asked, shocked.
"And are you attracted to me?"
She nodded again.
"Oh my god!" he breathed. "How could I have been so stupid?"
"You're not stupid!" she exclaimed. "You didn't do anything wrong. I was the one who kissed you, remember?"
He sighed. It was time to come clean. "You've been honest with me," he told her, "so it's only fair that I be honest with you. You deserve to know the truth, whatever it may cost me. I did do something wrong."
"It happened while you were asleep. I... I touched you."
"Touched me?" she gasped.
"I opened up your robe and... well..."
Her eyes opened wide. "Why?" she asked.
"Because I think you're..."
"You think I'm what?" she grinned.
"I think you're sexy."
Leslie burst out laughing at that, a reaction he had never expected. It wasn't condescending or mocking, but it sounded more like a laugh of relief.
He had meant to apologize to her, and despite her strange reaction, he felt he needed to go through with it.
"I'm sorry," he said. "The truth is that I'm kind of a pervert. I'm attracted to young girls like you. Until now, I've never done anything like that before. I thought I was incapable of doing anything to hurt a girl."
Leslie laughed even harder at that. He couldn't figure out what she meant by that. It was hard to apologize to a girl that didn't seem to be bothered in the least by what he had done to her.
It took her a couple of minutes to calm down, but finally a few deep breaths got her laughter under control. He waited patiently, deciding that he had said enough, and now it was her turn to say what was on her mind.
"Roger," she smiled. "It's okay."
"It is?" he asked, astonished. How could she forgive him just like that?
"You didn't hurt me," she said. "The only thing that bothers me is that I wasn't awake when it happened."
He blinked, his confusion returning. He didn't know what she meant. Did she mean that if she was awake she could have stopped him from doing it?
"I can see I'm not getting through to you," she grinned. "Let me put it another way. Do you know why I came over to your house? I mean, aside from the rain. I could have picked any other house on the block, but I chose yours."
"Because I wanted you to seduce me."
"You what?" he gasped, his eyes growing wide. Was this a dream? Was she really offering himself to him? How could a girl like Leslie Weaver, the gorgeous and utterly unattainable Leslie Weaver, want to seduce him?
"And now that I know how you feel about me," she said, "I still do." Without warning, she opened the robe and let it slip from her body, leaving her standing there completely naked.
Whatever his fantasies had been, however he had dreamed of her, it could not even compare to seeing her in the flesh. And what flesh it was! She was still mostly undeveloped, with perky little breasts and dark, nickel-sized nipples. His brief glimpse of her lying on the couch had been of her breasts flattened against her chest, but now with her standing before him in all her glory, he could truly appreciate this marvelous creature. Her arms and legs were just a little darker than the rest of her body, though she had no tan line to speak of. She had a little flat tummy and cute navel surrounded by gently curved hips that were surprisingly well developed for a girl her age. They were what gave her that swing to her walk that he loved watching whenever he got a chance. The V between her legs framed a pretty little pussy with only a limited amount of hair on it, just enough to show that she was no longer a child.
"Oh god!" he groaned. "Leslie, I..."
"Tell me truthfully," she said. "Do you want this as much as I do?"
Finally his resolve broke, and he moved forward to wrap his arms around her and draw her body in to his own. Through the fabric of his robe he could sense the warmth and softness of her teen body, so smooth and beautiful. He kissed her deeply, savoring everything about her.
"I've wanted it for a long time," he told her after he drew back. "I've watched you in the mornings, standing out front waiting for the school bus. I've been a secret admirer of yours for a year now, ever since you started growing up. Don't think of me as some kind of stalker, but I've been watching you from the shadows and wishing I could have you."
"You dummy!" she grinned. "Why didn't you say anything?"
"Because I was afraid of hurting you. I've always had a fascination with girls your age. That's why my wife left me, because I told her and she couldn't handle it. But I've never done anything before now because I don't want to become a monster."
"Well then, I'm glad you waited until I came to you, because now I know I can trust you. I know that you'll be gentle and kind and sweet and caring, everything I've ever wanted in a man."
"But Leslie..." he said.
"Before you say anything, let me put all of your fears to rest," she told him. "First, I know that this has to be a secret. We can never tell anyone, and I'm fine with that. Second, I don't want you to feel any kind of obligation to me just because you slept with me. Let's just agree up front that if either of us feels uncomfortable with it afterward, we'll just pretend it never happened. But if we both want to continue..."
"Now you're the dummy," he told her. "How could I possibly not want to continue a relationship with the girl of my dreams?"
"You mean it?" she asked delightedly.
"I want you to come over here every day after school."
"Well then, shut up and fuck me already!" she grinned.
Roger leaned down and lifted her into his arms, causing her to giggle. He turned and carried her out of the room and down the hall to his bedroom. He deposited her gently on the bed, then stood over her. Like before, he trembled with nervousness, but the tightness in his pants reassured him that there would be no chance that he wouldn't be able to perform. Not with the gorgeous young Leslie Weaver to motivate him.
"I want to see you," she whispered, smiling up at him. He immediately knew what she meant. He unfastened the knot in the sash of his robe, then smiling, spread the two sides and let the garment drop from his shoulder.
"Oh wow!" Leslie gasped, her eyes fastening on his cock. He had never considered it particularly big; quite average really. But it was likely that Leslie had never seen one before, so it probably looked huge to her eyes. Then she let her gaze roam up his body to his chest. That was one thing he was particularly proud of. Although he didn't get much exercise and therefore his muscles weren't as toned as they could be, he was actually shaped rather well, with broad shoulders and narrow hips. It had been a long time since a girl had been able to truly appreciate his form though.
"Mr. Gardner--" she began.
"Considering we're about to become more than just friends," he smiled, "don't you think you ought to call me Roger?"
She gave a slightly embarrassed laugh. "Sorry," she said. "I just wasn't thinking. I had... other things on my mind."
"Are you nervous?"
"A little," she admitted.
"Don't worry. I want to make it special for you. So special that you'll want to come back to my house again and again."
"That's not even in question," she giggled. "Unless you really screw up."
He climbed onto the bed then, and lay down next to her. He reached out and stroked her cheek with his knuckles, sensing the tremor in her own body. That knowledge actually relieved him; she had always been a teenage goddess to him. Now feeling her vulnerability made her human, even a frightened child.
"You know what?" he said lightheartedly. "It looks like we're both really nervous about this. My heart's pounding in my chest right now. If you listen carefully, you might even be able to hear it."
He had meant it as a joke, but she scooted in next to him and pressed her head against his chest. He had never felt anything so exquisite in his life.
"Yep," she giggled. "And I thought I was the nervous one."
"Sounds like we both need to relax a little. I think we both have our expectations way too high. Let's just forget about trying to do everything right, and just have fun with it."
"But I... I mean... I've never... well..."
"This is your first time?" he asked.
She nodded. "I mean, I don't have my... my cherry anymore. I accidentally--"
"It's all right," he reassured her. "I'm actually glad, because that means I don't have to hurt you like that. Otherwise I might not be able to go through with it. I want to make it special for you, and anything that would get in the way of your enjoyment would ruin it for me too. Besides, this is a first for me too. I've never made love to a teenage girl before. So let's not judge each other, okay?"
"Okay," she smiled.
"Good," he grinned. "Because I was really scared that I wouldn't live up to your expectations."
"Thanks, Roger. I feel better now knowing that you're just as nervous as I am."
Roger leaned over and kissed her on the lips again. He reached out and slipped one of his hands onto her stomach, gently massaging her to help calm her nerves. It seemed to help, because her trembling gradually diminished until it ceased entirely.
After a couple of minutes, he let his hands wander higher, up toward her chest. He wanted to feel her cute little breasts again, this time without worrying about her waking up and feeling betrayed. She gazed up at him with an adoring look that told him that it was okay to continue. Gently he let his hand cup one of her tiny little tits, and she sighed in pleasure, closing her eyes and smiling as she basked in the sensation.
Roger gently rubbed her nipple between his thumb and forefinger until it hardened under his ministrations. Then he let his hand move to the other breast for the same treatment. He watched her face as he stimulated her like that, loving the sweet openmouthed smile on her lips and the look of pure ecstasy that covered her face. It was hard to believe that he, Roger Gardner, was giving such pleasure to the girl of his dreams.
He kissed her again, this time on the chin. Then he lowered her head and kissed her on the neck. She had such a sweet, gorgeous neck, and he felt a sudden empathy for vampires. While he had no inclination to bite her, he did want to kiss her all over it. So he proceeded to do just that, running his lips all over her neck and shoulders.
She made little mewling sounds as he kissed her, little high-pitched whimpers that told him that he was having a positive effect on her. He loved those sounds; it had been a long time since any woman had made them for him, and at that moment he thought that no musical composition in the world had ever sounded so beautiful.
He felt if he could just lie here forever kissing her neck like that, he would be a happy man. But there was plenty more of her that he hadn't yet explored. He wanted all of her; inside and out. Lowering his hand, he slid it slowly along her body, down past her ribs, down past her stomach, and right to the heart of her sex. She was already dripping wet, so there was no need for more lubrication. He let his middle finger trace her slit from the base all the way to the top. Perhaps as an unconscious reaction to the stimulation, she spread her legs, and with them, her outer lips.
He rubbed her again, this time letting his finger press gently into her. Her moans intensified at this new sensation, and she began to rock her hips forward. Her body was reacting on its own now, already at the stage where she had lost conscious control.
In the mean time, he wasn't neglecting the rest of her. With his hand occupied, he replaced it with his lips on her breasts. When he sucked one of her perky little nipples into her mouth, she squealed at the contact.
"Oh, Roger!" she exclaimed. "I never knew it could feel that good!"
"I'm going to make you feel better than you ever felt before," he murmured.
"Of course you are," said Leslie. "That's why I came over here in the first place."
He chuckled at that little reminder of just how much she wanted him. He wanted her too, and now he was going to take her. Damn the law, damn the police, and damn everyone who said this was wrong. The two lovers needed it so badly that the bigger crime would be to torture each other by denying themselves this passion.
She reached one of her hands behind his head and pulled it down again to her chest. He suckled on her nipple, savoring the wonderful taste of her body and the feel of it in his mouth. His tongue teased it, causing more of those cute little sounds that she had made earlier. If kissing her neck had been wonderful, sucking her boobs was heavenly.
His fingers sought out her moist opening, plunging at first shallowly and gently inside, but then diving in more deeply as her body loosened up. She was so tight, even around his fingers, that he just knew it would be the most exquisite feeling to thrust his cock in there.
But he wanted to make this special for her, so he planned to do everything he could to make her enjoy it. He removed his lips from her breast, causing her to groan in frustration. However, as soon as he began kissing down her body, she gasped in excitement as she realized where he was headed.
"Oh my god!" she exclaimed. "Are you really going to..."
"Absolutely," he replied. "You don't think I would pass up an opportunity to taste that sweet pussy of yours, do you?"
"Oh god!" she cried out. "Oh god oh god oh god oh god!"
He knew that at this rate she wouldn't last long, and he wanted to make sure she didn't climax before he even reached his destination, so he hurried kissing down her body. He adjusted his position on the bed so that he could place his head between her legs, then lowered his face and stuck out his tongue.
"Aiyeeeeeeee!" she squealed as soon as he pressed it against her slit. He ran it from the base up to the hard bud at the top, then licked around that bud as she squirmed in ecstasy. Her wails were even more beautiful to his ears than her moans had been. There was a danger that the neighbors might hear, but right now he didn't care. He wasn't going to stop until she screamed in orgasmic bliss.
He plunged his tongue as far into that warm, moist opening as he could, wriggling it around inside of her like a snake. Her hips rode up to meet him as if trying to force him even deeper inside. Unfortunately, there was only so far he could go. He intended to make the most of it, though, so he kept his tongue there inside of her, curling and uncurling it to lap at the walls of her pussy. At the same time, he reached up with one of his hands and ran her clit through his fingers like he had done with her nipples earlier.
The effect was dramatic. "Oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god!" she cried again, the pitch increasing with each repetition until she screamed it out. Her hips lifted completely off of the bed and her thighs clamped down tight on his head, her legs trembling as she exploded into orgasm. Just the knowledge that she was in such complete ecstasy like that was nearly enough to set him off, but he managed to hold on, riding out her own orgasm with his face still between her legs and nearly getting smothered in the process. Had he been inexperienced, he might have pulled back in alarm to avoid being suffocated, but he knew that it could only last a few seconds at most, so he continued to stimulate her right through until her body finally relaxed and her hips collapsed once more on the bed. She let her knees fall open again, releasing him from his temporary prison.
Her breaths came in jerky gasps as she lay there with her mouth open in a smile and her eyes half-closed, the aftershocks of her orgasm still sending thrills through her body with the slightest motion. Roger rose up and crawled over to lie down next to her, slipping a hand once more onto her hips and gently stroking her. He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek as she continued to come down from her high.
Finally, she turned to smile weakly yet adoringly at him. "That was... I don't know. I came over here because I wanted... I mean... But I never expected it to feel that good!"
"Oh, we're not through yet," he told her with a grin. "You're not going to get off with just a little oral sex."
"Oh god, yes!" she groaned. "I want it! I want to feel you inside of me!"
When he had woken up that afternoon, he had never expected that in just a couple of short hours, he would have a beautiful young girl begging him to fuck her. Especially not Leslie! It was hard to believe that this was real, that it wasn't just another one of his dreams. But he had already gone further with her than any of his dream girls, and she was so much warmer and softer than those ephemeral phantoms.
He rose up and kissed her on the lips again, and this time she slipped her tongue between his lips, as if searching for a lingering taste of her own juices. He retaliated with his own tongue, penetrating her lips like he had penetrated her pussy. As they kissed like that, he climbed over on top of her, pressing his body gently against hers. She was so much smaller than him that he had to put his arms down and support most of his weight on his elbows to keep from crushing her.
He removed his mouth from hers and placed it beside her ear. "Are you ready?" he whispered tenderly.
In response, she reached down between them and took hold of his cock. The sensation sent a jolt of excitement through him, causing him to groan this time. She giggled at his reaction, then placed the tip of his cock against her waiting hole. He pressed in gently, letting the dampness of her juices and his saliva coat the tip of his cock. Then he pressed deeper, feeling himself slide in between her lips, into the tight little tunnel of her sex. They both gasped at the wonderful feeling as he filled her up, stretching her as he penetrated further and further inside of her. He could feel her shuddering again and the walls of her pussy flexing as micro-orgasms ripped through her body. She wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly as he reached the end of his journey, buried right to the base inside of her.
He pulled back a couple of inches, then thrust in again, and they both groaned once more. He drew back a second time and pressed forward, then a third and a fourth. As he settled into a rhythm, he reveled in the thought that he was actually having sex with Leslie Weaver! The wonderful feel of her body against his, her tight pussy squeezing his cock, and the beauty of her face filling his view made this undeniably the best moment of his entire life. He couldn't get enough of this feeling, so powerful and overwhelming.
Despite wanting to just pound her as hard as he could, he fucked her gently, some part of his mind that remained rational still telling him that he wanted this to be special for her. While the physical sensation might be slightly better for him if he made it rough, the thought that she enjoyed it as much as he did more than made up for it.
She didn't just lie there, but thrust back with her own hips just as hard. They matched each other's tempo, moving together as one person like experienced lovers. As he bathed her face with kisses and held her body to his own, he felt like this had always been meant to be, that it was their destiny to be together. They were so right for each other.
In a few minutes, he felt his body heading toward the peak. The sensation began building in his loins, slowly rising, the waves reaching higher with every thrust. He heard himself howling in pleasure and didn't try to stop it. The pleasure reached an intensity that he hadn't felt in a very long time, and he suddenly erupted inside of her.
"Oh my god, I can feel it!" Leslie cried out. "I can feel you cumming inside of me! Oh yes! Oh yes!"
Her legs tightened around him again, and her pussy squeezed his throbbing cock, and he realized that she was having another orgasm too. Together they held each other in ecstatic bliss as their bodies crossed that threshold together.
Then they reached the peak and began the gradual descent on the other side. Sometimes his orgasms left him unsatisfied, not wanting it to end. This time though, even the waning pleasure could not dampen the joy of holding Leslie in his arms. He knew then that there would be other times, other opportunities to feel this way again with her. He would never give her up, and somehow he knew that she felt the same way.
After it ended, he rolled over onto his back, and she lay down next to him, pressing her cheek against his chest like she had before. She threw one arm over his chest and held his shoulder, clutching him like she never wanted to let him get away. He wrapped his arms around her and held her just as tightly, because he never wanted to let her get away either.
Eventually they had to end it though, so they climbed out of bed and headed into the bathroom for a shower, this time together. They spent most of the time hugging and kissing under the water, and washing each other's bodies, focusing especially on the more pleasurable parts. Leslie just couldn't keep her hands off of him, to his delight. He was more than happy to return the favor, so in the end his cock, and her pussy and breasts ended up probably cleaner than they had ever been.
Unfortunately, it was getting late. Leslie's mother was due home shortly, and Roger had to finish getting ready for work. He wanted so much to just stay home in bed with her, but neither of them could afford to do that. They had to hide their relationship from the rest of the world, at least for now.
They returned to the wash room, where Leslie pulled her clothes out of the dryer. She rummaged through them until she found her panties. With a sly grin, she tossed them to him.
"A present, to remind you of me until the next time," she said. Then she put on her skirt and did a little pirouette on the spot. Although he had just been gazing at her completely nude body a moment ago and she was still topless, the little peeks of her unclad pussy and bottom as her skirt flared excited him.
"That feels nice," she commented. "Nice and refreshing. Maybe I'll go without panties every day." Then she proceeded to dress the rest of the way. After she finished, they returned to his bedroom, where he slipped her panties under his pillow to her amusement, and he got dressed himself in his uniform. They headed back out to the front room, where Leslie pulled the curtain aside and peeked out. "Mom's car's in the driveway," she said, "so it looks like she's home. I'd better go."
She gave him one last kiss, letting this one linger for a full thirty seconds. Then he opened the front door for her, and she skipped out.
"I think I'll forget my house key again tomorrow," she grinned, then headed across the street.
Roger watched her until she disappeared into her house, then closed the door and collapsed on the couch, exhausted yet happy, and for the first time in his life glad that he preferred teenage girls.