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Scott's Women - 9
by Aquarius (no address provided)

***

Another young girl comes onto Scott but she has to 
wait two years until he returns from Kuwait to carry 
out her plan. In the meantime, the internet is her 
means to carry out her plan to entice Scott to take 
her virginity. (Mf-teen, ped, 1st, rom)

***

PART 9: Vickie

I

I was first aware of Vickie at our church when her 
family joined the year before. I knew her father 
especially; he worked in the county's ADP department, 
a real dyed-in-the-wool computer geek. How he ever got 
married is beyond me. Got a question on computers, 
hardware or software, he had an answer. His wife who 
worked for one of the big avionics outfits in the city 
was an absolute doll. Vickie and Mom, Tracy could have 
been twins. Blonde, blue eyed, petit figures – well, 
just let your imagination go from there. However, 
Vickie wore glasses that to me gave her a sexy 
appearance that I liked.

Vickie had a younger brother Todd who was her 
opposite. If it didn't have something to do with 
sports or computer games he was bored out of his mind.

How I became involved with Vickie – Victoria (her 
mother was an avid Victorian historian) was through 
church and she was in the pre-confirmation class I 
taught (ever since Pastor Kenneth Cooper, Rachel's 
husband). Vickie's father Mat (Matthew) was Sunday 
school director at this time and was well aware of my 
hard core concepts of how the teens should be taught 
confirmation. As was my late grandfather a hard core 
German Protestant minister and I was taught by his 
methods. 

Matt talked me (more like arm twisted) in to 
continuing my teaching the class again that year. That 
was how I became acquainted with Vickie. The girl was 
sharp she was on top of most subjects, also Vickie was 
the only girl in the class and she put the boys to 
shame. 

Also, at this time the church had gotten a new 
minister in after Reverend Cooper was accepted at 
another church and I lost Rachel who was his wife and 
my mistress, if you will. 

At the end of the year, the Sunday prior to Palm 
Sunday, she asked: "Mr. Harrison, are you going to 
teach again next year?"

Vickie waited until the boys had all gleefully left 
the class pushing down the narrow corridor to the 
front door and the parking lot.

For a moment I did not know how to answer. Around 
Christmas I'd had a few go-arounds with parents and 
people who thought – or their opinion was my teaching 
was too "hard core" for little Junior. I won't go 
there. On the other hand, Vickie saw it all as a 
challenge and enjoyed the classes. Needless to say, 
however no amount of cajoling or begging – short of 
outright bribery was going to get me back into the 
Sunday School class room after that year.

I finally replied as I packed my books and class notes 
in to the attachι case: "No, honey ..." a Freudian 
slip to say the least, "seems there are some real – 
pardon my French here – wimps in the congregation and 
the feely-fuzzy crowd who think I am too hard-core on 
most subjects for young teens."

"Oh." She was definitely, disappointed but it took a 
while for her saddened reaction to sink in. "I didn't 
think it was so hard. So what are you going to do 
then?"

Picking up the hand bags I casually started out the 
door to the narthex and to the parking lot. She 
quickly followed me out to the corridor and the 
narthex where people stood around talking before the 
second service started.

Vickie looked up at me as we walked, those blue eyes 
framed by gold framed glasses held a pleading that I 
somehow knew I was going to be missed. I stopped near 
the front door to the church. I briefly looked around 
at the crowd milling around the entrance wondering if 
anyone was close enough to hear. I looked back at her 
meeting her up turned face, the sad expression that 
was finally clicking with me. She knew I was walking 
out at that moment. I'd had enough of the church wimps 
and feely-fuzzy crowd there; I could write a 
psychology text book on the subject. Most of this 
feeling, if you will started when Rachel and I had our 
affair and I was becoming down right fed up with the 
whole scene.

I said in a low tone despite the noise and people 
around us: "I won't be here anymore, Vickie. My 
company is sending me on a job to the Middle East next 
week."

It took a moment for my remark to make sense to her; 
her face changed from a serious thoughtful expression 
to sudden concern.
	
"Oh – no, isn't there a war going on now?" She lifted 
her gaze to mine; I could not help but read the look 
of concern in her very blue eyes behind the glasses.

"Yes." I answered as softly as I could. "This will 
make my fourth war and first as a civilian. I'll be 
gone for two years at the most."

Vickie was silent as she followed me through the press 
of people out to my truck, a few bidding me good 
morning. I glanced down to see the sad look in her 
eyes, her down cast expression there was something she 
wanted to say to me but held back. Her body seemed to 
shake with her fears that I was not going to be there 
anymore. 

I think Vickie could have handled my just leaving the 
church, but leaving town and out of the country for a 
couple years that seemed a bit much for her to deal 
with just then. Opening the front then the back door 
of the big Suburban I tossed the bags of books on to 
the backseat. We were standing between the open doors 
which shielded us from any passers-by. I turned as 
Vickie reached up to me, her small delicate hands on 
my shoulders; she pulled me down to her. There were 
tears in her eyes. 
 
"I – I'm going to miss you ...Scott," she said the 
tears finally getting the best of her spilling down 
her face as she began crying. "I'll write to you – you 
know."

She sniffed back the tears as she took out a piece of 
paper and pen from her purse to write her cousin 
Sophie's address on it then pressed it in to my hand. 
She grasped my arms with her small delicate hands 
stood on her toes to give me a kiss.

I was taken back as she gave me a kiss, not just a 
peck or quick kiss, but one that was passionate -- a 
lover's open mouth kiss. With more than a bit of 
hesitation I leaned down to meet her inviting lips. 
She opened her mouth just enough allowing me to slip 
my tongue in to meet hers. Vickie pressed her small 
slight body against mine, the feel of her small 
teenage breasts pressed against my chest almost made 
me lose it there; there was the desire within me to 
see if she'd want to go home with me for the 
afternoon. I am almost sure she would have. 

Our mouths finally parting she said in a tone that was 
strained with her mixed emotions: "I'm going to miss 
you, Scott ... and – and I love you! I do, I do!"

That was the last I saw Vickie until two years later. 
However in the meantime we exchanged a couple letters 
via her cousin then we began exchanging e-mail on a 
regular basis. I had access to the internet where I 
worked on the Coalition base and my laptop for the 
apartment which I had taken with me mostly for 
entertainment. How it came about that she got a hold 
of my e-mail address was nothing short of a desperate 
young girl who wasn't going to be put off. Her father 
and I exchanged e-mails a few times; it was somewhere 
in there that she got in to her father's on-line 
address book and got my e-mail address. So much for 
on-line e-mail security.

Also, Vickie, as I recalled over hearing a 
conversation with a friend of hers at church, she had 
her own personal computer and e-mail account. So she 
could e-mail or surf the net without her parents 
monitoring her activities too much. The latter I 
doubted, but then she had her ways of doing what she 
wanted at times.

Vickie's first e-mail I was surprised to hear from 
her. Then after that her e-mail was pretty routine: 
school, family, community, very little mention of 
church and general chit-chat about her friends. But 
after a few months the girl's e-mails became more 
intimate, and the tone was one of a girl yearning for 
an older man's love and attention.

I tried to keep my e-mails back to her as neutral as 
possible incase her father and mother were checking on 
her internet activities. Forget it. That made it all 
the more enticing for her: The proverbial forbidden 
fruit of love and passion. I was no stranger to that 
concept.

During that time she had acquired – maybe Christmas – 
a digital camera. Now the situation changed. She began 
sending me pictures of herself, and I wondered who was 
taking them of her – I surmised it had to be her 
cousin Sophie. The pictures, though provocative, were 
in some of her favorite dresses and skirts, which I 
recalled from church; frilly blouses, some sheer 
enough to make out the color of the bras she wore, 
then there were a few of her in various phases of 
undress, a couple that included only panty, no bra, 
laying on the bed or standing beside a full length 
mirror, or lying on the floor in front of the mirrors. 

However, for the next several months Vickie's e-mails 
and digital images of her in sexy dresses, skirts, 
sheer nylon nighties; black and red, and pastel 
colored bras and panties were enough to keep me horny 
and wanting to jack-off at night – or whenever I was 
at the apartment alone. Needless to say, the girl was 
doing little for my sense of proprietary toward the 
fact she was only thirteen going on fourteen at the 
time, and definitely underage, and all the things that 
would get us in to no end of legal trouble. But no one 
ever found out what she was doing and that I was more 
than willing to respond to her small tide of e-mail 
and attached digital images.

After two years and some months in the Middle East, as 
it would go, I had become fed up with the idiots who 
were running – or so they thought – things over there: 
military and civilian and their ideas about what to do 
with Iraq. I was headed home, but not without a few 
dozen floppies and CD's with Vickie's pictures. A 
friend of mine in the Air Force scrubbed the hard 
drive for me before packing to leave – seems Kuwait 
customs doesn't have a sense of humor over that sort 
of stuff. Nevertheless, the girl was ecstatic I was 
coming home. A happy fifteen year old girl was waiting 
for me at the local airport that evening.

Vickie's birthday was the week before I returned to 
the states. I told her since I wasn't able to be back 
for her birthday, I'd bring her something special from 
the gold sauk in Kuwait City. The next e-mail back she 
was all thrilled. She'd make my home coming special. I 
missed that sign by a country mile.

The day I finally arrived Stateside and arrived home 
Vickie met me at the airport with another girl whom 
she introduced as her cousin Sophie. That quickly 
answered several questions; I now knew who helped her 
with those pictures and some of the outfits she wore, 
or didn't wear, one which included a sheer black 
halter top baby doll nightie. I knew for sure that she 
was making it quite clear that she was willing to give 
herself to me, that I was to be the one she wanted to 
take her virginity. I'd had no end of erotic fantasies 
about the girl and what I'd do or like to do to her 
and what it was going to feel like taking her 
virginity.

Vickie and Sophie met me at the gate as I exited the 
long tube to the main area. I managed to arrive 
stateside on a Thursday evening. I stopped in the 
middle of the stream of people still exiting from the 
plane. My eyes immediately took in a young blue eyed 
girl in a rapid sweep. Vickie was wearing a soft 
lavender nylon halter mini-dress with matching belt 
and white strappy high heels and gold necklace with 
paste diamond studded locket. My gaze shifted back to 
her face. No glasses. She was wearing contact lens. 

Standing just behind her was her cousin Sophie. I 
shifted my gaze to Sophie taking her in in a quick 
sweep: long brunette hair, dark eyes and smile that 
stiffened my already hard cock. Sophie was in a soft 
sleeveless blue and white cotton mini-summer dress 
that buttoned down the front. The top four buttons 
were open exposing a generous amount of her small full 
firm breasts. But for hair color, the two girls could 
have been twins. 

As I separated from the crowd clearing the tunnel, 
Vickie threw herself in to my arms. I just had a 
second to set my hand bag down to catch her. I got a 
big passionate kiss. The feel of her young body in my 
arms, the scent of the exotic perfume she wore filled 
my senses. But it was the feel of her nice petit full 
firm breasts pressed against my chest as I held her 
that caused me to nearly lose it right there.

Looking over Vickie's shoulder as she cried with 
happiness at seeing me again, Sophie turned giving me 
an even nicer view of her breasts and dark colored 
lace French cut demi-bra the bottom four buttons were 
undone leaving only three at her waist and a narrow 
white vinyl belt. The sight of both girls made my 
already hard cock ache with lust which was near 
impossible under the circumstances to conceal: I just 
had to manage. 

Vickie was sobbing that she was happy to see me. I 
looked around to see if her parents were there. At 
that moment I also received a more than passionate 
kiss from Sophie. I didn't see either Matt nor Tracy. 
At this point an alarm should have been sounding in my 
head. 

"Come on, let's go get your bags, Scott," said Sophie, 
laughing at her cousin as she hung on to me amid the 
crowd. Vickie quickly grasped my hand giving it a 
squeeze.

Vickie said in a quiet aside that was filled with her 
happiness to see me again: "I have a nice welcome home 
planned for you."

Again, alarms should have been ringing in my head, 
loud enough for people around us to hear. But I was 
still deaf and dumb to all this.

However, as we walked along the promenade to the 
escalator to the baggage claim area the mixed boutique 
of Vickie's perfume and Sophie's was giving me ideas 
that would have to wait until we got to the house. 
Shifting a glance toward Sophie once more I was able 
to get a nice glimpse of her breasts and the nice 
little dark lace bra; Vickie was just as enticing, 
which was easy to see that she was not wearing a bra; 
the nice round little nubs of her nipples were hard, 
tenting the soft fabric of the halter top.

"Oh I 'm going to make you so happy, Scott," she said 
to me in a soft tone pressing herself against my side. 
"I just know you'll enjoy this home coming..."

Once again that remark alone should have been a red 
flag but I was too distracted by the young girls to 
realize I was walking in to a real setup here. 

We gathered up my bags at the baggage claim area and 
made our way out to the parking lot where Sophie's car 
a compact Nissan was parked; definitely a real 
compact. We stuffed the bags and laptop in the trunk, 
Vickie got in front with Sophie, I squeezed in the 
back. I noticed sitting on the back seat a familiar 
bag of Vickie's that she carried either books or other 
things in. The top was open and I could make out a 
black nylon outfit, and some lingerie, a skirt or 
dress and shoes. My mind quickly went in to overdrive. 
Now the alarm was sounding again.

This was the kind of home coming I could only dream 
about years ago.

"So how're your parents, Vickie?" I asked, "I didn't 
hear back from your Dad after a month or two."

Vickie turned in the seat and from the position I had 
in the backseat I could see down the front of the 
dress the beautiful form of her nice small full firm 
breasts, the hem of the dress had ridden up her 
slender thighs nearly to her hips. I shifted myself 
and my gaze toward Sophie and the top of her dress was 
open enough for me to look down at the pleasing sight 
of the full form of her breasts and the nice dark 
colored lace demi-cup bra. I casually lowered my gaze 
to her legs; the dress was parted nearly to her waist 
showing off her beautifully slender legs and the mere 
hint of her dark lace panty. 

Oh, go-ddd, I moaned to myself. How many guys get this 
kind of home coming?

I could barely suppress my thoughts of lust and desire 
for both of them – one was as gorgeous as the other. 
Nice dilemma. 

"Okay." Was Vickie's non-committal reply looking back 
at me as I shifted my gaze back to her and the nice 
view of her breasts: "They're out of town at some MLM 
convention this weekend. They got hooked in to some 
MLM outfit last year where they're supposed to make 
lots of money at selling some health stuff." 

Another alarm went off in my mind. How convenient. I 
arrive Stateside the same weekend her parents are away 
at some convention. Now it was becoming all too clear 
to me what Vickie had said: She had notions of staying 
with me this weekend. And Sophie? Where did Sophie fit 
in to the scheme? And Vickie's brother Todd? I was 
more worried about him and his big mouth screwing 
things up for us.

Sophie suggested we stop at the supermarket to pick up 
some groceries, probably knowing I didn't have 
anything at the house. The house had been closed up 
for the past two years and looked after, so I had 
hoped by a property management company that I paid a 
small fortune to take care of it. Supposedly 
everything would be turned back on this week. The key 
word here is: supposedly. 

Sophie stopped at the supermarket so I could buy some 
groceries. A few men in the store, to include a couple 
male clerks turned to check the girls out. A couple 
men collided with each other; we could hear the 
commotion as we walked down an aisle, the two girls 
giggling with glee knowing the scene they were 
causing. Vickie picked out what she decided we would 
need for the weekend: Thursday night through Sunday 
night: Her parents returning on Monday morning – 
wonderful.

We arrived at the house a short time later, Sophie 
assuring Vickie she'd pick her up Sunday evening to 
have her home before her parents arrived from 
wherever. Vickie was supposed to be staying with 
Sophie for the weekend, Sophie was covering for her. 
Nice setup. This is when it hit me that Vickie was 
serious about spending the weekend with me. Somewhere 
I must have missed all the signs. What was I thinking? 
This situation was making me more than a bit nervous. 

There were shades of another young girl just before I 
got tagged by the company to go overseas. But I also 
read in to the signs that Vickie was determined to 
have her way and stay the weekend. Then the remark: 
"Oh I'm going to make you so happy, Scott," came back 
to me like an echo from the bottom of Grand Canyon.

We carried the bags of groceries and the suitcases and 
laptop to the door; I fumbled for the keys to unlock 
the door which until now had been locked for the past 
twenty four months.

The inside of the house was musty smelling and needed 
airing out. I first plugged the refrigerator back in – 
wasn't plugged in when it was supposed to be, then I 
opened windows and the back door as Vickie put the few 
groceries away in the kitchen. I was somewhat 
satisfied that everything appeared okay on first 
examination, the property manager left a four page 
inventory I was to fill out and send to her office by 
Monday the following week. 

Sophie made her polite good-byes and turning with a 
knowing wink and smile to her young cousin. I was 
still puzzled about their plans for brother Todd. I 
decided I had more important things on my hands to 
concern myself with -- a precious fifteen year old 
girl. Her birthday was last week. In my suit case was 
a gold and ruby necklace and bracelet and earring set. 
Stateside it'd have been worth over $500.00 plus – 
Kuwait, less than $85.00! 

Vickie read the memo over my shoulder placing a hand 
on my side: "Everything okay?"

The girl's closeness and the perfume she wore about 
sent me over the edge. I replied: "I suppose. I'll 
mess with this tomorrow. Let me get a shower – 
eighteen hours airborne with an hour and a half stuck 
in Amsterdam International isn't my idea of fun."

She kissed me again. The girl was a damned good kisser 
to say the least!

I went to take a shower and change in to some fresh 
clothes for the evening.

Once in the shower I was able to tend to the raging 
hard-on I had that I knew Vickie was more than aware 
of. I stroked my cock fantasying about peeling that 
dress off her later until I finally lost my load of 
cream all over the shower walls. Taking a few more 
minutes to get myself done I quickly dressed.

I walked back to the kitchen where Vickie was busy 
getting ready to prepare a supper for us. I stood in 
the door of the kitchen watching Vickie as she started 
the steaks we'd gotten; a white silk kerchief held her 
long beautiful hair back. She just looked so darn sexy 
that I couldn't help but feel the desire for her 
despite knowing she really was not of age. What the 
hell... Neither was Marla when I took her two years 
ago, though I should be lucky, nothing ever came of it 
despite the affair lasting nearly six months. I hated 
breaking it off, but fortunately the girl understood 
and her father was transferred to Washington State, 
plus a couple nosey people in the neighborhood would 
have caught on to our affair.

I decided to see if there was still a bottle of wine 
left – that the property manager hadn't helped herself 
to the wine during periodic visits: Still in the 
cupboard where I left it two years ago. I wished then 
I'd thought of getting a bag of ice at the 
supermarket. The freezer would have to do on short 
notice; it still hadn't reached temperature yet. I put 
it in there until we were ready to eat.

I finally spoke up getting her attention: "You look 
great, Vickie!" I said, letting her know that I liked 
her choice of dress and shoes. "And..." 

I stopped as she turned to look back at me, a shy 
smile stealing at the corners of her heart shaped 
mouth. 

My mind had been imagining what she wore under the 
dress. From the moment I first saw her at the airport 
it was very obvious she was not wearing a bra, her 
pert nipples were erect and hard as little pebbles 
tenting the soft fabric of the dress; and I wouldn't 
doubt a sheer matching bikini panty.

"You think so?" She asked pirouetting around for my 
inspection the skirt swirling out showing a generous 
amount of her slender thighs -- and no stockings.

"Think so? Yes. Yes I do." My eyes traveled up and 
down her lithe young body taking it all in again, 
every detail of the dress, her full firm young breasts 
and her long silken blonde hair that had been 
carefully styled, the soft lavender nylon halter mini-
dress contrasted nicely with her very blue eyes.

Vickie blushed at my compliment and returned to her 
work on preparing the supper.

To restrain myself from wanting to do something to her 
then, I helped Vickie find what she needed; the girl 
was having too much fun preparing the supper. While we 
were at the store I noticed she had a shopping list of 
sorts, her cousin was making suggestions, I was just 
along for the ride and to pay for it all. I finally 
trapped Vickie at the counter. She was cutting up the 
French bread that was to go with the salad she had 
just fixed. I quickly stepped up behind her slipping 
my arms about her slender waist. I knew she had been 
waiting for this moment and me to do something to her.

"Thanks, sweetheart." I drew the locks of long silken 
hair aside to kiss her neck and shoulder.

Vickie sighed as she turned in my arms to look up at 
me, the sparkle of her very blue eyes conveyed more 
than words could. She spoke in a soft tone filled an 
unspoken fear of what she was getting herself into. 
She asked in halting words: "Do I please you, Scott? 
Am I as beautiful as you said I was in your e-mails?"

For the space of a breath the question took me by 
surprise, but at the same time it was one that I 
should have expected. She was still unsure of herself 
and needed my approval of what she was doing there 
now.

"Yes, very much. This is what I was looking forward to 
for the past two years you know."

God if she only knew what those e-mailed pictures did 
to me...

That seemed to give her the pleasure and the 
compliments from a man that she wanted to hear. She 
was a young girl in love – over her head.

Holding Vickie's petit young body in my arms, I kissed 
her again, touching the sweetness of her lips with my 
tongue; she opened her mouth, sighing at the touch of 
our mouths for the first time since that morning in 
the church parking lot. A soft moan of excitement 
escaped her lips as I worked my tongue in to her 
mouth: touching, caressing; fondling her tongue as she 
pressed the petit form of her young body against mine. 
The feel of her full firm young breasts made my 
already stiff cock all the more sore; I wanted to cum 
again so bad that it ached all the more.

I brought the presents I'd bought for her out of the 
bags in to the living room. A gold bracelet and gold 
necklace inlaid with rubies.

Vickie squealed with delight at the necklace and 
rubies. She turned so I could put the necklace on her 
and the bracelet. She literally threw herself on me. 
"Oh, Scott thank you, thank you..."

I held Vickie close, my raging hard-on pressed against 
her middle, she drew in a shallow breath at the feel 
of my growing lust for her; the feeling of her breasts 
against my chest sent a warmth through me as I slipped 
my hands along her slender waist pressing the soft 
nylon against her feeling the distinct outline of her 
little bikini panty.

Vickie moaned again as I held onto her tightly 
caressing the sensuous curves of her hips and waist, 
she pressed herself to me, we finally parted the kiss 
then she whispered: "Scott, I missed you – I love 
you...darling, and please make me yours tonight, I–
I... want to be your girl – oh please make me yours 
forever."

Again her plea took me a bit by surprise. But I 
managed to say: "I love you too, Vickie – and I missed 
you too," I assured her. "Yes, of course I will, you 
know that, honey... whatever you want... But, sweet 
heart, we do have to be very careful that the wrong 
people do not learn about our love affair. They'll 
make serious trouble for us – you know."

She nodded her head. "I know, Scott. I know. I–I... 
know that those things happen. And it's – it's 
nobody's business," she added all the more firmer.

Despite the misgivings, I knew what she wanted, she 
had hinted at it in her e-mails several times, then a 
couple open remarks that were hard to overlook – she 
wanted me to be her first and to take her virginity. 
Once more she confirmed this much to me this evening. 
I kissed her along the side of her neck down to her 
chest and the shallow cleavage of her nice small petit 
breasts. God, gazing down at the full firm form of 
Vickie's young breasts, the hard nubs of her little 
nipples pressing against the soft fabric of the dress 
I nearly lost my cream then.

Vickie sighed lightly with my trail of deep adoring 
kisses: "Ooo... yes, darling... yes, this is what I 
want tonight."

The pictures she sent over the two years had a lot to 
do with that situation; especially the ones of her in 
sheer nylon or silk baby-dolls, teddies, or panty and 
bra.
 
I stopped short of pulling the top of the dress open. 
I glanced back at the stove and the pans she had 
found: "Um, what do you say we have something to eat? 
Airline food is okay but not the greatest."

Vickie was a bit flustered as I stopped, but I could 
sense that her childhood juices were seeping, wetting 
her. If I'd kept going, she would have had her first 
male induced orgasm right there in the kitchen and I 
would more than likely have raped her right there on 
the floor: cancel supper tonight I am too busy with 
more pressing business.

She said, getting her breath back a timid smile lifted 
the corners of her mouth: "Oh, yeah."

Vickie was a bit disappointed I did not have any 
candles handy. She wanted to do the romantic candle 
light supper my first night Stateside. 

"Would you settle for tomorrow night?" I asked placing 
dishes and silverware on the table. "Maybe even go out 
somewhere – say a formal affair?"

Vickie's expression brightened at the idea. "Yes! Oh, 
yes... I'd love that!"

The supper was finally served, but it was during the 
interim of preparing it that it was all we could do to 
keep our hands off each other, especially me keeping 
my hands off her. I'd probably have laid her right 
there on the floor and raped her otherwise.

I served Vickie her first real wine that evening. I 
watched her as she sipped the wine: "Easy does it. 
There is an art to drinking wine which most kids do 
not understand."

"I know. They enjoy getting drunk and making fools of 
themselves."

The girl had some common sense there at least. We 
finished our dinner in as leisurely a manner as we 
could. However, it was while we were eating that 
Vickie surprised me with another of her tricks which 
much later I learned Sophie taught her: She slipped a 
shoe off and began to lightly slide her foot up my 
leg. I attempted to remain as nonchalant as possible, 
which was hard under the circumstances. I looked up at 
the girl and the knowing smile on her pretty young 
face, the bedroom eyes that I first noticed but 
attempted to ignore when she was but thirteen. 

As we ate I entertained Vickie with stories of the 
Middle East, people I had gotten to know, leaving out 
two lonely ladies I had especially gotten to know in a 
very intimate way; the history, the culture, the land. 
Then Vickie brought me up to date, as she often did in 
her e-mails, who was doing what, school, church (not 
much of interest there anymore), family and friends. 
The one person I was especially concerned about was 
her brother running his mouth next week. Apparently 
Sophie had him well in hand. Talk about a conspiracy 
... this was it in spades.
	
I later learned that Sophie had set up Todd the night 
I got back home to make it appear as if he had seduced 
her and forced her in to putting out for him. 
Actually, it was done so if he opened his big mouth, 
she could blackmail him that he raped her that night. 
Rather, she had the boy tightly wrapped around her 
little finger and he was having the time of his life 
screwing his older girl cousin every chance she let 
him. Looking back I wouldn't have minded taking a shot 
at getting Sophie into bed myself.

There was still half a bottle left which was starting 
to get warm since it had been in the cupboard. 

We cleared the dishes off the table in to the dish 
washer. I turned back to Vickie taking her in my arms. 
Holding her against the counter again I placed my 
fingertips under her chin titling her head to kiss 
her. Vickie eagerly sought my mouth as I slid my hand 
down her side again to her waist and hips. Again I 
slid my hand along her hips feeling the outline of the 
French cut bikini panty.

"Let's take this to the living room," I suggested 
inclining my head toward the sofa in the other room.

I put my arm about her slender waist, grabbed the 
glasses and bottle off the table, turned out the 
kitchen lights, and led her to the living room and the 
sofa. The back of the sofa was to the front windows, 
it was still light out, the early evening sun light 
filtered through the drapes.

Setting the glasses and bottle on the coffee table I 
held Vickie's hand as I lowered her to the seat. I sat 
beside her. I recalled two years ago how she looked 
with glasses. I first took a wine glass for Vickie and 
with a bit of flair I poured her another glass of wine 
then one for me.

I lowered my gaze for a mere second to look at 
Vickie's legs, bared from under the short skirt she 
was wearing, and when seated, the skirt allowed more 
than three-fourths of her legs to be uncovered. 
Looking into my face, Vickie determined in her young 
mind, that her legs were catching my attention, the 
love her young heart wanted. Vickie kicked off her 
shoes then turned and moved her right leg under her, 
and in doing so, knew she was letting me see her 
pretty little lavender and black bikini panty.

I passed her the glass we clicked glasses in toast to 
our weekend together then sipped the wine for a 
moment. As we sipped the wine we stared in to each 
other's eyes waiting for the other to make the first 
move. I moved first moving closer to her. She smiled 
as we moved another inch closer to each other. 

As we sipped the wine I slipped my arm about her 
shoulders drawing her closer, which she wanted, 
resting her head on my shoulder. The third glass of 
wine was beginning to have its desired effect relaxing 
her. I set the glasses on the table then enveloped 
Vickie's petit body in my embrace. She lifted her 
adoring gaze to meet mine as I watched her search my 
face, and only as her lips approached mine did my eyes 
close but for the space of a breath. I felt her lips 
drinking softly from my mouth. I made my kiss slow and 
soft against her lips sweet with the taste of the wine 
not wanting to rush her. I carefully probed her tender 
mouth with my tongue, seeking access. She submitted 
immediately running her fingers through my hair as our 
lips embraced.

I cupped her face in my hand drawing her closer, yet, 
to my body. 

She whispered in to my mouth, "I love you, Scott" as 
my tongue touched her lips parting them her mouth 
opening allowing me to slip it in bringing a soft sigh 
from her.

I could feel her warm and alive against me; I knew 
without a doubt she could feel the bulge of my 
erection against her side, as I pushed it against her 
softly. I too felt the change in her body. Her 
movements were fluid now, and her legs were even 
beginning to spread open in willing submissiveness 
inviting me in to her precious young virgin childhood. 
She could no longer wait as I took my time with her, 
enjoying the pleasure of her virgin body. 

With smooth motion Vickie moved on to my lap as we 
kissed and caressed each other, Vickie slipped her 
fingers inside my shirt to feel my chest. She knew 
from my e-mails I did not wear a T-shirt having 
disdained them after retiring from the Army. I watched 
Vickie's expression as the warmth of her arousal began 
between her legs as she slid her small delicate hand 
over my chest; it was obvious she felt the familiar 
warm moistness of her childhood juices seeping. The 
girl made soft purring sounds as she rested her head 
against my shoulder pressing her hand against my 
chest. This is what she yearned for these past years; 
to have me as her lover.

I touched her neck with my fingertips, the scent of 
her perfume filling my senses; my malehood ached as I 
struggled to control my longing for the little girl. 
With a soft moan of satisfaction, I slid a hand down 
her chest between her breasts until I cupped her small 
delicate breast, fondling the erect nub of the nipple 
through the nylon. Vickie opened her mouth inviting my 
tongue once more to make love to the inside of her 
mouth. I kissed the sweetness of her mouth my hand 
sliding between her breasts to firmly cup its form. 
Tentatively I slipped my fingers underneath the front 
of her dress, sliding my fingers over the hard, erect 
little nubs of her nipples. I caressed the firmness of 
the little breast cupping the small full form as I 
kneaded the little nipple between thumb and 
forefinger. Fondling the firmness of the breast and 
fingering the rigid nub of the little nipple I brought 
a sigh and whimper of desire from the little girl.

Vickie sucked in her breath as I slowly massaged them, 
feeling her nipples standing out even through the 
halter. I ran my thumbs over them and felt her body 
jerk. For a moment I forgot that I was trying to be 
careful. The little rose bud nipples were hard and 
stiff with her desire and arousal. Again, I took them 
into my hands, this time lightly pinching each little 
firm nipple. Vickie's breathing quickened again as I 
began kissing her along her neck, slowly setting her 
body on fire as I reached her breasts again. 

Fire shot through Vickie's body when she felt my mouth 
cover the erect nipple, my tongue circling and 
stabbing at the sensitive little nub. Incredible waves 
of sensation whirled through her body, electrifying 
her nerves, and signaling the beginning of her want of 
the love we had for each other. When I sucked gently, 
first one nipple, then the other, I knew she could 
feel wetness start to soak her panty, her clit 
swelling up and aching. 

"Oooh, yes, darling..." Vickie sighed with 
contentment, her arousal becoming apparent as she 
moved herself, her weight resting on my aching erect 
malehood.

"Nice, Vickie..." I whispered to her as I nuzzled the 
sensitive spots of her neck running the fingers of my 
other hand through her long silken hair. "...Very 
nice, honey. This is what you've been waiting for 
isn't it?"

"Yes..."

She shivered as I caressed the soft skin of her neck 
with just the tip of my tongue.

"Yes," she sighed as I moved my hand to her back. 
"Yes, darling this is what I've wanted... I've wanted 
you – I don't think I could have waited much longer."

My hand found her bare back. I slowly caressed her 
there sliding my fingertips down to the small of her 
back. I moved my hand back to her face. I traced a 
finger along the contours of her face down the side of 
her neck touching the sensitive spots bringing a soft 
moan of delight from the girl. I kissed her face to 
her shoulders my hand feeling the satin smoothness of 
her skin. Vickie sighed at the touch, our mouths 
parted but for a moment, she opened her eyes to gaze 
into mine.

The little girl's face was flushed with her excitement 
and the unknown of what I was about to do to her. I 
kissed her assuring her that she was all right and I 
would be gentle with her that first night.

Vickie pleaded: "I'm yours now, darling. Oh be gentle, 
Scott – please. "
	
"Always," I said softly in to her lips as I moved my 
hand from the full firm mound of her breast to her 
waist and then slowly to her legs. I drew my hand back 
along the slender form of her right leg slipping my 
hand under the hem of the dress. The feel of her 
slender legs was arousing me even more to the point my 
malehood was aching for relief.

Sliding her hand inside my shirt, Vickie purred like a 
contented kitten. I know she was feeling the heat of 
her own desire for me—I was her Lover as she moved her 
hand smoothly over my chest, the thick mat of hair 
aroused her yearning for me even more. The young 
girl's soft delicate hands on my bare chest turned me 
on even more as I kissed her chest and then the full 
ripeness of her breasts. I gently sucked and kissed 
the rigid nub of the nipple as I casually moved my 
hand along the satin smoothness of her thigh to her 
hips and the firm form of her childhood as she 
willingly spread her legs for me, inviting me to 
caress her virginity.

I looked down at the little sheer lavender and black 
bikini panty and, to the dusky shadow of her downy 
soft hair and her small warm wet virgin cherry. Vickie 
shifted herself on my lap, spreading her legs enough 
as I moved my hand under the dress to her hips, and 
the feel of the silken panty that was moist with her 
virgin childhood juices took my breath away. The girl 
sighed with the feel of my hand pressed against her 
virgin childhood. As I kissed her along her neck and 
chest and breasts, I caressed her childhood pushing 
the nylon against her pulsing cherry clit, her hips 
slowly moving with the rhythm of my stroking her 
childhood.
	
The girl was purring like a kitten as I stroked her 
throbbing childhood; Vickie's breathing intensified as 
I brought her close to her first virgin orgasm her 
hips moving in fluid motion with my fingers. I slowed 
my caressing of her childhood until she whimpered, her 
young body trembled as I stopped, just holding my hand 
between her legs pushing the panty into her pussy. She 
whimpered again as tears trickled down her cheeks with 
the stress of wanting to have an orgasm. 

I asked her: "You like this, don't you?"

"Yes," she said in a soft voice. "Oh yes ... darling. 
I-I've never felt anything so – good before."
	
I comforted her, assuring her it would be okay as I 
slipped my fingers under the waistband of the little 
panty and down to her wet childhood, even in the dim 
light I could make out the shadow of her little thatch 
of downy blonde hair was wet with her desire. Slowly I 
pulled the wisp of lavender nylon down her legs, 
slipping my hand between her legs, the sheer nylon of 
her little panty made my already aching cock hurt even 
more as I strained to keep from losing my load of 
juices. 

Vickie's juices seemed to flow with her excitement and 
arousal as I caressed the erect nub of her virgin 
clit. She moaned with the pleasure as she moved her 
slender hips in rhythm to my caressing her cherry 
clit. I slid my fingers across the tender nub bringing 
a trembling moan from the girl: "Ahhh, oooo 
yes...darling, yes...!"

The mere touch of my finger on her clit brought a gasp 
from the girl. Then I began to gently probe her pussy 
slipping my middle finger in to her caressing and 
stroking her nice and tight love hole she made a soft 
cry of delight. Vickie felt the first pleasing release 
of her girlhood juices. "OH!" Vickie lost her virgin 
juices."Ohhh, Scott...! Ahhh, yes!" Her body stiffened 
as she cried out with the release of her first orgasm 
with a man. "Aaah, ughhh...!"

Vickie's juices seemed to flow in a steady stream as I 
fingered her, her juices wetting her, making it easier 
for me to slip my finger in to her, penetrating her 
nice and tight little pussy for the first time. 
 
I gently thrust my finger in and out of her nice tight 
little pussy finger fucking her cherry clit touching 
that gossamer thin membrane that kept the girl virgin 
until that moment, then within short period Vickie 
reached another climax bringing tears to her eyes and 
a moan of pleasure that she had not known before.

I briefly pulled away from her and within seconds had 
relieved her of her panty. As I pulled Vickie's little 
panty off, it was like opening a prize; I gazed down 
on her virgin childhood; her virginity was vulnerable 
to me. When I slid the little wisp of nylon down her 
legs, Vickie moaned, feeling her dripping mound 
exposed to me for the first time for my own pleasure 
and satisfaction.
	 
"Ahhh, yes darling ... yes!" The heat of Vickie desire 
took her over the edge she moved her hips in earnest 
begging me for more. 

"Ahhh! Ooooo... yessss."

I finally lowered Vickie back to the cushions her head 
resting on the big black velvet pillow, her long 
silken blonde hair spread in a fine golden fan over 
the pillows.

Vickie sighed with her arousal: "Oh yes, Scott... 
yes!" Her chest rose and fell with her nervous moans 
of pleasure as I kissed and fondled her breasts. 
Vickie trembled with excitement as I kissed her down 
her chest and back up to her neck finding those 
sensitive spots turning her on. "Have your way with me 
tonight... just don't hurt me, please."

"Scott, do I please you?" Vickie asked me again, the 
words held a pleading sound that she needed the 
assurance that I was attracted to her that this would 
not be just a onetime affair. Her voice quivering with 
nervousness, Vickie watched me as I kissed the little 
nubs of her nipples, caressing her body with kisses as 
I struggled with my raging hard-on that was so hard it 
ached with the intensity of a tooth ache.

"Yes," I replied softly, kissing her inviting mouth 
then said in an almost quiet tone. "I love you, 
Vickie... very much. And I will make love to you 
tonight."

"I–I... love you too, Scott," she sighed, the words 
sealing us now, almost forever. "Oh, yes! Yes, Scott, 
I'm yours... always."

Submitting to me, willingly spreading her legs, Vickie 
sighed with satisfaction as I slipped my hand between 
her legs drawing my hand up her childhood cherry, a 
shivering moan of pleasure erupted from her. "Ahh, 
yes!" 
 
Vickie moved her hips in rhythm to my caressing of the 
firm mound of her cherry pussy. Vickie's moans of 
passionate satisfaction increased as I brought her 
near to a third orgasm. The blood was pounding at my 
ears as I continued molesting her, and then I stopped. 
I did this a couple times; she begged me not to stop: 
"Oh noooo, darling, please nooo, don't stop – not 
now...!" She was enjoying the excitement my finger 
fucking her clit and the slightest penetration of my 
finger in to her virgin pussy gave her; her virgin 
pussy was so nice and tight.
 
"Oh oooo... that's sooo good... yes!"

Vickie's breaths came in shallow gasps, her face 
flushed with the excitement of her first time 
experience. Vickie quietly begged me to be gentle with 
her that first time. As I caressed and fondled her 
nice and tight little pussy she moved her hips in a 
sensual rhythm to my moving my hard malehood against 
her wet throbbing childhood pussy. 

My temples throbbed with my nervousness as I gazed 
down at her face; my throbbing cock was hard as a 
steel rod as I slid my hand between her legs caressing 
the firmness of her childhood, her face red with her 
arousal and excitement; tears trickling down her 
cheeks, her breath rasping with her pleasure her hips 
thrusting against my hand as I fingered her virgin 
pussy.
 
"Yes, Scott yes -- there..." Vickie softly sighed as I 
would just touch the hard nub of her virgin clit 
finger-fucking her little cherry for the first time 
caressing the sensitive little bit of flesh that was 
keeping her aroused. She was thrusting her hips with 
slow sensuous moves as I molested her pulsing little 
clit. 

When I did, Vickie moaned, savoring the thrill of her 
dripping mound exposed to me for the first time. She 
moaned each time with the erotic pleasure of being 
finger fucked as I slid my finger into her small tight 
cherry love nest. Ah god she was so nice and tight, 
her virgin maidenhood still intact. 
 
"Oooh, Scott, yes ahhhh," Vickie moaned with her first 
pleasures the sensation sending waves of tingling fire 
through her young body her girlhood juices seeping 
from her virgin pussy wetting her pussy for me. "I–
I... like that... what you're doing."

As I continued to caress her, Vickie cried out with 
the third release of her virgin juices, her hips rose 
and stiffened as I kept up the slow caressing action 
of her virgin clit. Her tangy-sweet childhood juices 
surged from her little pussy into my fingers.

Vickie looked up at me with a mixture of fear and 
wonder as I lowered myself to the sofa beside her. She 
drew in a breath as I slid my hand up her body to 
gently fondle her small full firm breasts, the little 
rose bud nipples were firm and hard as I fondled each 
one; our mouths met again in a kiss of full firm 
passion. Vickie was willing to surrender herself in 
heated lust as I gently caressed her young body, 
starting back at her shoulders down her chest to the 
gentle rise of her full firm breasts. I slid my hand 
down her side to her hips again then between her legs 
to the firm mound of her virgin childhood.

"Be gentle, I want to feel you inside me..." she 
pleaded her breath rasping with feel of my hands 
molesting her body as I kissed her breasts and back 
along her neck. "Be gentle, my lover. I am yours 
tonight, do whatever you want with me..."

"Always," I assured her, taking my time with her, 
wanting her to enjoy what I was doing, and I enjoying 
the pleasures of her virginity.

I quickly moved over her again, placing my hands on 
her shoulders continuing to explore her young body. 
Lightly, I touched her throat, her upper chest, and 
slowly, sensually, covering a breast with my hand. 

She made small noises of desire, and I was sure she 
was not even aware that she made them. I ran my hand 
over her exposed breasts again, loving the softness of 
her skin; the little rose bud nipples were hard and 
sensitive. Then I moved up until my face was only 
inches from hers. 

I stared into her eyes and my blood began to sing. Her 
eyes shone. She wanted me. There was no longer any 
doubt about that, and we both knew it. 

"Vickie," I said softly, and when her lips parted to 
answer, I swiftly took them with my own. Hesitantly I 
slipped my tongue back into her mouth. Vickie sucked 
on my tongue, making me moan and deepen the kiss. I 
tasted the sweetness of her mouth hungrily, and her 
response was becoming more passionate, making me slide 
my arms under her and pull her closer to me. 

I pushed the thick bulge of my groin against hers; 
wanting her to feel the thick raging hardness between 
my legs and know what she was doing to me. She had a 
power here too, and was not completely helpless. 
Vickie raised her hips to meet mine, and a jolt of 
sweet pain shot through me as my cock nearly lost its 
load of male cream. Shifting myself I shed my shirt 
and met her naked breasts with my chest, shivering at 
the feel of her hard nipples crushed against my skin. 

I trailed a kiss from her mouth down the side of her 
face, moving back to the tenderness of her slender 
neck. 

To my surprise, Vickie turned as if resisting unsure 
of herself now; she turned her head and exposing the 
sensuous spot of her neck to me. In a flash I realized 
I had discovered her sexual weakness I had missed 
before. With the heated passion of a lover, I drove my 
teeth into her neck, pressing my hot tongue against 
the soft, fragrant flesh. She cried out as I nibbled 
at her neck and fondled the tender swell of her 
breasts.

"Oh, God!" Vickie cried, and as I ravaged the 
tenderness of her neck, she finally gave up the 
struggle, and felt immense relief at doing so as her 
juices seeped. "I'm scared, Scott... Be gentle with 
me... please... don't hurt me!" 

The young girl's surrender to me was final; I let my 
own animal passion flow free. I ran my hands down her 
body, hard, until one palm was pressed against the 
firm mound of her virgin childhood savoring her 
wetness. Even through the thin nylon her heat below 
was intensely felt. Vickie jerked beneath me as I 
caressed her throbbing clit, and I took her earlobe 
into my mouth, distracting her from my pulling her 
panty down. 

With soft moans that turned to delight, Vickie let me 
have my way with her. I laid Vickie down on the sofa, 
lifting the little dress; I gazed at the pretty little 
sheer lavender nylon bikini panty sighing huskily with 
male lust I gazed down at her throbbing virgin 
childhood that was wet with her juices. She gazed up 
at me in wonder; the feel of her panty being taken off 
of her sent a thrill of ecstasy through her. 

Tossing the wisp of lavender nylon aside I gazed at 
the expression of awe and wonder on her young face; 
Vickie drew in a nervous breath as I made her spread 
her legs for me; the expression of wonder on the 
girl's face I knew she felt the seeping of her 
girlhood juices wetting her virgin pussy. 

Gazing at the wetness of her virginity I wanted to 
taste her childhood juices; the tangy sweetness of a 
young girl's virginity before taking her and ravaging 
her childhood for my own pleasure and satisfaction was 
the prelude to the pleasure of taking the girl's 
cherry childhood. I don't know why, but I had visions 
of a young girl I'd seduced three or four years ago, 
taking her virginity but before that I'd sucked and 
licked on her pussy bringing her off twice before 
finally taking her and popping her cherry. Shifting 
myself I kissed Vickie's waist and hips slowly working 
my way down to the downy tuft of blonde hair between 
her legs.

Licking and kissing her thighs and around her 
throbbing little pussy, I teased her enough that she 
was whimpering with anticipation what I was going to 
do to her. I lifted my gaze that I could see she was 
watching me as I touched her virgin clit with the tip 
of my tongue. The touch sent a mild shock through her 
as she moaned with the surprise of the effect of 
having her pussy licked for the first time. Her 
childhood juices seeped wetting her as I lapped at the 
stream of tangy sweetness.	

Reaching down to the waist band of my pants I quickly 
loosened my pants fumbling with the clasp then the 
zipper of my slacks freeing my engorged raging 
malehood; my malehood was thick and hard hanging 
straight out; Vickie gasped with surprise as I made 
her spread her legs for me, her virgin childhood 
vulnerable to my male lust for her precious 
virginhood.

Vickie couldn't help but feel the cold chill of fear 
as she lifted her gaze back to me meeting my look of 
unbridled longing for her virginity. She was 
transfixed by my gaze of male lust for her.

"Ssh baby, just relax. You'll be all right," I assured 
her as I positioned myself to take her my cock 
touching the wetness of her childhood I lowered myself 
onto her shifting myself until my steel spike hard 
cock touched her wet throbbing childhood; I eased my 
hips forward forcing the first penetration of her 
virgin childhood. 

She moaned with fear and the excitement of her first 
time, lifting her hips slightly giving herself to me 
now.

"OOOH! Scott it's – it's soo big! Be – be gentle, 
Scott... please... I–I... don't know what to do 
now..."

"Just relax, Vickie – no use being scared now. Just 
give in and enjoy it is all you need to do. Just enjoy 
it, honey."

Vickie sucked in a breath as I forced my cock into her 
penetrating her for the first time.

"O-o-oh no-oo, please! Scott... ughhh!"

"Ssssh, ah yes, baby, this how it's done..."	God she 
was so nice and tight...
			 
With quick deft move, my thick hard cock filled 
Vickie's nice and tight little childhood, her juices 
flowing with her excitement as I took her. I forced my 
cock into Vickie, thrusting in to her touching that 
sacred spot of a young girl that all grown men crave – 
her maidenhood. She cried out with the forceful 
taking. My cock touched her maidenhood; Vickie gasped 
as I pressed against it. 

"Oooh, please, Scott don't hurt me!"

I made a soft shushing sound reassuring her that I 
wouldn't hurt her as I pushed my cock against her 
maidenhood. 	
	
Slowly pulling back I slid in a bit more getting her 
used to a man's malehood being in her for the first 
time. Then I drew back again then thrusting forward I 
took the young girl's childhood cherry. Vickie cried 
out with the loss of her childhood: "Ahhh!" However, I 
knew from her e-mails and now she had been saving 
herself for me, now finally giving in to me willingly 
letting me take it from her. 

Her fears subsiding as she began to move her hips in 
rhythm with my slow steady thrusts. "Oooh, yes darling 
– yes... I'm sorry I'm just scared is all ... make 
love to me – make a woman of me – I want to be 
yours..."
 
Within moments Vickie was softly crying from the pain 
as she felt the first warm throes of an orgasm 
building toward her climax as I was wantonly fucking 
her little pussy. Yet, the girl was enjoying what I 
was doing to her. It seemed like a long time as I 
fucked Vickie my cock filled her nice and tight little 
pussy. I thrust in and out of her with the forceful 
effect of a ramrod, pushing deep in to her with each 
stroke. 

"Ahhh, go-ood, yess, my little Miss Nice and Tight! 
Damned you're so nice and sweet... Geezuze, you are 
sooo sweet..." I moaned as I fucked Vickie, enjoying 
the pleasure of two years of dreaming of this moment.

Vickie moaned with pleasure as the pain gave way to 
the delightful feeling of my cock thrusting deep into 
her, her hips rising and falling in rhythm with my 
cock until she finally cried out with the enjoyable 
release of her girlhood juices, savoring the thrill of 
her orgasm; then, within a moment no longer able to 
restrain myself I lost my load of male cream with a 
groan of gratification. The steady stream of thick 
male cream filled the little girl's pussy to over 
flowing.

"Ahhh, ooooh, yeah! Yes, baby, yeah that was good!"

After a moment I was able to get my breath back, my 
hard thick cock still buried deep in the little girl's 
pussy filled with my thick male cream. I began rocking 
myself back and forth in slow movements thrusting my 
still hard cock into her nice and tight little pussy 
savoring the feel of her tightness. It had been a few 
years since I was able to enjoy a young girl's 
tightness like this.

Moaning with the feeling of my cock still in her, 
thrusting in and out of her, Vickie could only be 
submissive to what I still wanted from her, letting me 
have my way. I thrust in to her taking her a second 
time. Vickie was more than willing to let me have my 
way with her. I slowly thrust my engorged cock in and 
out of her in slow motion letting her enjoy the 
feeling of her first fucking. Soon Vickie reached 
another electric climax: "Ahhhh, yes Scott yes!"

I didn't want to hurt her I slowly withdrew until I 
was out of her. Within moments we'd be at again: This 
is what she wanted. We lay beside each other 
recovering from our exertions. I boosted myself up on 
my left arm: "What do you say we get showered up 
before we go to sleep?"

Vickie smiled. "Yes. Lovers do that don't they?"

This would the best part of our lovemaking she would 
enjoy – showering with me after making passionate love 
that weekend.

Early Friday morning I was in the garage, a large 
double car garage, but just the right size for my old 
four-wheel drive monster, a 1978 GMC Suburban three-
quarter ton. The truck was backed in to the garage I 
already had the tires on, clean oil in the engine and 
was ready to start it assuring there no leaks 
anywhere. I had an exhaust tube running from the tail 
pipe out the door. When I started it, it sounded like 
a 1948 Peterbilt starting. Vickie knew about this from 
church, I would see her on Sundays standing nearby 
with the other girls watching as I would leave after 
Sunday School.

 I always recall the soft smile on her beautiful face 
as I'd pull out of the parking lot, we'd exchange 
waves and I'd be gone, not until before I left the 
states did I finally give it any serious thought she 
had a young girl's crush on me. 

Pushing the thoughts back I went on with another job 
while the engine idled I continued working on putting 
some of the equipment back on I'd taken off before 
leaving for the Middle East.

As I was working a hand touched my back. I nearly had 
Vickie on the floor before I realized it was her. 
"Good, god girl don't ever do that again!"

"I'm sorry, Scott, I didn't know," she cried in sudden 
fear. I'd never before seen fear in her eyes as she 
backed away holding her arm. I left a dark smudge on 
her arm where I'd grabbed her.

I quickly took her in my arms despite the dirt on my 
hands. "Sorry babe. Oh, geeze honey I am sorry. I'm 
still jumpy. War zones do that to you."

We hugged and kissed. I was just as scared I'd hurt 
her; in my mind she was as delicate as the finest 
china-doll; my own china-doll to love and cherish.

"I didn't know." The fear in her voice was still 
there. She watched me for a moment rubbing her arm. 
"It never goes away does it? I mean the nervousness."

"No it doesn't and that technically was my fourth 
combat tour – first as a civilian."

I turned back to the large sink that was in the garage 
to wash my hands. I turned wiping my hands on the 
towel I was going to clean the smudges off Vickie. 

She wrapped her arms about my waist as I washed my 
hands and arms. Her breasts pressed against my back. 
Within seconds I had a raging hard-on.

"I'll remember. I–I'm sorry."

Looking back her I said: "No, I am sorry and I won't 
hurt you – you're too precious."

She smiled then boosted herself up on to the back of 
the truck; the doors had been open as I was going to 
start reloading tool boxes and off-roading equipment I 
carried. In the meantime I'd laid out a large old 
quilted blanket in the back; Vickie sat back a look of 
sensuous pleasure in her young eyes despite what had 
just happened. Something about that moment must have 
given her ideas. What I wasn't sure.

Vickie was wearing a white sleeveless girl's cotton 
shirt tied in a loose knot below her nice small full 
firm breasts, the buttons were left undone; with light 
blue cotton short-shorts and white cork soled wedge 
shoes. I stopped short as I finally took in this image 
of pure girl.

My gaze swept over her young body taking in the full 
firm form of her breasts down to her slender waist and 
the smooth lines of her legs, then back to her hips 
and waist and the tender vee formed between her 
thighs. In an instant my cock was hard as a ratchet 
handle. God, this girl would make it hard for me to 
get anything done this weekend.

I stepped over to her to clean the smudges off her 
arms, I also checked to make sure I hadn't bruised 
her.

"You okay?"
 
I kissed her; her mouth opened slightly inviting me to 
go further in my kiss.

"Yes." She said in a quiet tone. "I'm sorry I 
surprised you."

I hushed her with another passionate kiss telling her: 
"As I just said: keep in mind little darling, this was 
my fourth combat tour and first as a civilian and 
working with a bunch of paranoid fools."

Vickie's smile widened across her face. "I'll 
remember. You usually reminded me of that in your e-
mails how you couldn't stand them."

"mmm, yeah." I kissed her again laying her back on the 
blanket. "Ah yeah, you're so damned good, Vickie, god 
I love you so much..."

That's what she wanted to hear that weekend and I said 
it every opportunity I had...

We kissed, the truck's engine muffling the sounds we 
were making as I slid my hands over her body still not 
getting over the fact I'd made love to this little 
beauty three times last night and once early this 
morning before getting up leaving her to sleep like a 
princess.

I had the shirt undone and open. I drew in a quick 
breath of pleasure that told her I liked what I saw. 
She wore a sheer white lace Bali bra, her little 
nipples now erect and hard as small pebbles as I 
fondled her breasts and kissed them, her soft sighs 
and moans making up for the near mishap we had.

"Yes... ah yes, darling," she sighed.

I kissed her down to her waist and back up as I slid 
my hand from her breasts over her flat abs and between 
her legs; she willingly spread her legs as I cupped 
the firmness of her pussy. I could feel the start of 
the wetness seeping from her aroused pussy. I slowly 
drew the hand back up to the waist band of the shorts. 
I opened the catch of the waist band then pulled the 
small zipper down. I shifted my glance to the sheer 
white lace bikini panty she wore. I drew in a breath 
again, imaging peeling her out of the shorts and panty 
and fucking her right there in the garage. The idling 
engine would mask any noise we made while fucking.

I moved my hand to the waist band of her lace panty 
then slipped my fingers under the band and down to the 
moistness of her thatch of blonde childhood hair and 
the little hard nub of her clit still tender from a 
night of passionate love making and fucking.

"Ah yes, darling... yes!" Vickie cried as I fingered 
her clit sliding the finger into her throbbing wet 
pussy. Within minutes she came, her hips thrusting 
with her orgasm: "Take me, Scott, take me again ... 
Please I want to have you inside me again."

Vickie spread her legs for me as I opened my pants and 
quickly mounted her. She cried out as I penetrated her 
pussy again. Almost as soon as I drove my hard cock 
into her, she came again. I fucked Vickie again there 
in the garage in the back of the truck.

Of course the problem now was, we couldn't keep our 
hands off each other. Late that afternoon, almost 3 
pm, Vickie dressed in a light yellow and white floral 
cotton summer dress with thin spaghetti straps, no bra 
of course, and the white wedgies; me in a black slacks 
and beige sports jacket we went out for supper as I 
promised her, but early before the maddening crowds 
hit the restaurants, as they call fast food 
restaurants these days. 

Needless to say, I was struggling, as usual that day 
with a raging hard-on knowing what that girl wore and 
did not wear under that dress. She was all smiles 
knowing she had my full attention and I was anxious to 
get her either back to the house or somewhere alone so 
I could fuck her again.
 
After we ate, neither of us felt much like going back 
to the house even though we both craved the idea of 
hopping on either the sofa or bed, which ever we 
reached first and fucking again. I decided a drive up 
in to the mountains and a remote place only reached by 
truck – forget even the so-called SUV's, you'd be 
calling long distance for a wreaker. I stopped at a 
liquor store for a couple six-packs of cold beer and 
bag of ice. Next I stopped at another small store to 
buy a Styrofoam cooler to put it all in, then we were 
on our way.

Once on the highway and out of town Vickie slid across 
the seat to sit beside me. As I negotiated the curves 
up to a point where I knew the turn off was to an old 
logging road, I slid my hand up under Vickie's dress; 
she opened her legs enough allowing me to touch and 
caress the firm smooth form of her pulsing young 
pussy.

Turning off the highway I stopped long enough to put 
the truck into four-wheel drive. I turned on the off-
road lights across the top of the cab, then followed 
the rutted, rock strewn road for nearly a mile, the 
truck jouncing and bouncing, down shifting for hills 
and steep grades. Vickie was having a great time as I 
raced to the top of a hill, the hood of the truck, 
nearly an acre of sheet metal and the four lights 
across the roof were pointing nearly straight up at 
the evening sky and the first stars of the night.

"Oh my god...!" she squealed as the front end suddenly 
dropped, the lights showing what appeared a bottomless 
pit bordered by stately pines a surreal effect in the 
near twilight. We went down the other side, the trail 
angling off to the east along the north slope of the 
mountain. I finally found the access road to the 
reservoir after another quarter mile. As I followed 
first one road then the other, Vickie's excitement of 
adventure and being out here alone with me had her 
thrilled that I would make love to her out here – in 
the open with no one around. 

After another mile or so of rutted trail we broke into 
a clearing and the trail stopped at a steel gate 
that'd take det cord and an M1 tank to bust through. I 
turned the truck around in the clearing and backed up 
to the bordering tree stand. Turning the lights and 
engine off we sat there for a moment taking in the 
sight of the placid water and the golden orange 
afterglow of the setting sun.

"And here we are," I announced.

Vickie looked around in awe at the stark isolation of 
the place. "It's – it's so quiet," she finally said. 
"There's nothing here."

I took the moment to reach over to turn her face 
toward mine. "Just us sweet heart."

"Just us," she repeated as we embraced and kissed.

Soon the moon was rising taking the place of the sun 
as its light gave way to twilight.

We sat in silence just holding on to each other, 
although I had the strong urge to make love to her 
there and then, I knew I'd have that chance very soon. 

I reached in the back to find what was left of the ice 
chest. It seems it was broken open in the drive in to 
the area, one of the large tools I keep in the back 
landed on it. I salvaged a couple cold beers, opened 
the door to open the cans – Yhew! No problem. I gave 
one to Vickie and I drank deeply of the other. Not bad 
after two years of being dry in the Middle East. 

After we drank the beers, Vickie giggling about the 
taste of beer, I got out and opened her door helping 
her out. She walked toward the perimeter fence to gaze 
at the water and the white light of the moon 
reflecting from its surface.

I opened the tail gate and swore a moment. I took out 
what was left of the ice chest and beer; I forgot the 
styrofoam would not stand up to the pounding of off-
roading in the back of my monster. I had to shrug it 
off. I pulled out the blanket, spread it on the ground 
and then took out a De-Walt Construction Site radio 
and cassette player I kept in the truck. I found the 
tapes I kept in a box and put one in the player 
started it, the music soft and sensuous. 

I walked over to where she stood by the fence stopping 
beside her slipping my arm about her slender waist. 
The cassette, an old one hundred and twenty minute one 
played soft instrumental music as a background to this 
moment of exotic romance.

She said in a soft tone with wonder: "What would it be 
like to live out here?"

"First – great. No neighbors to bother you. Second, 
far from the mess of town. Third, it'd get a bit 
lonely. And I guess all of the above."

Vickie thought a moment then said: "The first two I 
would like, but I think the third, you're right, it'd 
get a bit lonely after a while."

I shifted myself to stand behind her, drawing her back 
against me, the small of her back resting against my 
waist and now hard cock that was hard as a steel 
spike. Vickie began to move her back against my hard 
malehood, a soft purring of delight as she pressed 
herself against me. 

Brushing her hair aside I leaned down to kiss her 
neck, I moved a hand up to the full firm form of her 
breast and the other down to lift the hem of the dress 
drawing it back up to the firm tender vee of her 
pussy. She moaned with the pleasure and delight of the 
feel of my hand caressing her throbbing pussy. Her 
panty was wet with the seeping of her girlhood juices.

"Ohhh, yes, Scott darling you know what I like..."

"And you do too, my little sweet heart," I told her as 
I slipped my fingers under the waist band of her panty 
feeling the moistness of her pussy juices on the downy 
thatch of her pussy. I touched the tender nub of her 
clit. Vickie moaned as I brought her to the edge of an 
orgasm, her body shuddered with erotic thrill of what 
I was doing to her there – the exotic scene of placid 
waters, the moon light shimmering over its surface; no 
one but us as I nuzzled her neck with my mouth, 
fondled her breasts, the nipples nice and erect, her 
girlhood juices suddenly flowing on to my fingers.

With a gasp Vickie begged me: "Take me, Scott, take 
me, please I want to feel you inside me again..."

The weekend seemed to be gone before we really had 
time to explore each other with pleasure and delight. 

Vickie was packed and ready to go when Sophie arrived 
to pick her up at the appointed time -- with Todd in 
tow. When I opened the door, Sophie had a worn look 
like she'd been through a rough weekend, on the other 
hand, Todd had a real shit eating look on his face 
that you could read like a porn story – that's when I 
began to understand, to keep the kid from running his 
mouth, for the last three days she let him fuck the 
hell out of her.

With a bit of imagination, that'd be another story, a 
nice sequel to this one no-less.
 
END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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