I’ll start by introducing myself. My name is Joe (not really) and I am 28 years old. I live in a nice neighborhood in a house with my wife. At all started when we moved in about a year ago, and my neighbors came over to say hello. I opened the door and was immediately drawn to their beautiful young daughter, Katie. Her parents, Tom and Mary, introduced themselves, along with their 14 year old daughter, and welcomed us to the neighborhood. After they left, the number 14 was all that I remembered about their short visit. That and her name of course. I’ve always been attracted to young girls and Katie was certainly no exception. She was gorgeous. Five foot nothing with an slim, athletic body. The kind of body you can only get from being 14 years old. If you had asked me at the time how young is too young, I probably would have said 14 is way too young. I knew it was wrong, and knew no one could ever know, but being with that girl was often all I could think about.

It is now a little more than a year later, and I still try and sneak looks of Katie whenever I get the chance. Having never really talked to her, I didn’t know much about her. It’s not exactly socially acceptable for a 28 year old man to spark up a conversation with a 14 year old girl. The only thing I had was whatever my head could imagine about her. That is, until the day I was asked to stay over at their house. Allow me to explain…..

A few months ago Tom and Mary had another baby. I got a phone call from Mary at around 2pm on a Friday night. She frantically told me that she and Tom had a family emergency, and asked if my wife and I could come over to their house and watch their baby for the night, as they could not take him with them. I apologetically informed her that my wife was out of town for the week on a business trip. I was a little surprised to hear her ask me if I could still come over. I didn’t have much experience taking care of a baby, but from the sound of it, she had no other options. She said I could come over right away and she would go over a few things with me before they left. Although not pleased with the idea, I agreed to help them out in the emergency.

I arrived at their house at around 3pm. After receiving ridiculously thorough instructions on what to do with the baby, Mary told me something that completely changed my attitude about the night.

“Katie should be home around 7, but could be later.”

I was caught a little off guard. I guess I had just assumed that Katie would be going with them. And if not, I thought she would be able to care for the baby.

“You still want me to stay the night, even with Katie here?”, I asked.

Mary replied, “Like I said, she won’t be home till 7, and isn’t comfortable being responsible for such a young baby.”

The idea of being alone in the house with Katie had my head spinning. I could actually talk to her without feeling like a creep. I knew nothing would ever happen with her, but just the thought of seeing her in her house was exciting. Would she want to hang out with me at all and keep me company? What will she be wearing? These and many other questions were racing through my head. My mood had greatly improved.

“Ok, thanks you so much for doing this and please call me if you need anything”, Mary said as she was leaving. Four hours of following written directions quickly passed, and 7:00 was now fast approaching. Having my hands full with the child, I didn’t have a lot of time to prepare for what I would do or say once Katie got home. After setting him down for some sleep, I heard the door shut.

“Hello?”, Katie yelled.

My eyes widened, and before even seeing her, I was starting to get aroused. I turned the corned from the hallway, and standing in the foyer was the sexiest little girl I had ever seen. My jaw fell to the floor. She was wearing jeans and a tight long-sleeved shirt. Her body was incredible, and this was the closest I had been to it in a long time.

“Hey Katie”, I said as I reached out to shake her hand. I wanted to touch her so bad, even if just her hand. She reached her hand out and grabbed mine. Her touch was so soft. I held her hand as long as I could. Her first reaction was the moment of truth I was waiting for. Would she be the happy, cheery, friendly type that would actually want to talk to me, or would she be the stuck-up, bitchy type that would say hi and go lock herself in her room.

As we shook hands, she had on the biggest, most beautiful smile I could have imagined.
“Hi Joe! Thank you so much for staying over tonight! I would have been so scared being here all alone. I’m glad I have you to protect me!”

Holy shit, was that the hottest thing I’ve ever heard anyone say. Even though it wasn’t implying anything and was completely harmless, the thought of protecting this scared little teenage girl had me extremely aroused.

“Oh no problem at all. I’m happy to do it! I’ll be sure to keep you safe.”

She looked right at my eyes and smiled, as she walked over to her bedroom. She was so freaking cute. If she had any idea what I wanted to do to her, she would probably be on the phone with the police. All I could do now was go sit on the couch and wait for her to come out of her room (fingers crossed). I sat down, turned on the tv, and waited.

It must have been all of five minutes before she walked into the living room, having changed into short shorts and a pink tshirt.

“So what do you plan to do all night?”, she asked.

Although I would have loved to answer that question truthfully, I figured I should come up with more suitable answer.

“I don’t really have anything to do. I’ve actually been pretty bored the last few hours. I have no one to hang out with”

I tried to make a sort of sad face while I said that, trying to provoke a reaction from her.

“Aww, poor you! Haha! I’ll hang out with you if you want. Do you want to watch some tv or a movie or something?”

“That sounds great”, I replied.

She walked over and directly in front of me, leaned over to grab the remote control. I had a direct view of her perfect little ass, and smooth, sexy little teen legs. I had to fight the urge to lean forward, and lick her from the ankles all the way up. It was all I could think about. I wanted to taste her so bad. Any way I could.
“Here come sit down on the couch”, I said as I patted the couch cushion next to me.

“Thanks!”

As she sat down, she let out a groan as if she was uncomfortable.

“Uggh, I’m so sore.”

“What from?”, I quickly asked. (From getting fucked all day you little slut? – That’s the rest of the question that ran through my head before she had a chance to speak)

“Cheerleading practice was a bitch today…my feet are killing me!”

Oh you gotta be kidding me. I had no idea. Just when I thought she tiny little girl couldn’t get any sexier, she has me imagine her in a tight cheerleading outfit. It makes sense now why she was home so late.
“Oh that sucks. Do you want me to give you a foot massage? It might make your feet feel better faster.”

A bold move. But it was all I could think of, and seemed like a great opportunity to make physical contact with her.

“Oh my god, that would be amazing!”, she said as she turned to the side, lifter her legs off the ground, and threw her feet onto my lap. I was in heaven. I had this teenage beauty’s feet in my lap, with permission to touch and rub them all I wanted. The rest of her legs just inches away. I wondered how high up I could go without scaring her away. As I grabbed and squeezed her sexy little feet, she let out a long, soft moan.

“Mmmmm, that feels so good”, she said as she closed her eyes and bent her head back. I just started at her amazingly toned 15 year old body. I thought about just jumping on top of her and trying to kiss her. I mean, what’s the worst that could happen? I didn’t want to risk it though….yet.

I started rubbing her ankles, and it didn’t seem like she would be stopping me any time soon. She was enjoying it. I didn’t know if it was just because her feet were hurting, or because she actually liked being touched in the sexual way I was trying to touch her. Every now and then one of my hands would move a few inches up her calf, give a light squeeze, and return to her feet. Still no objection or reaction at all. She was still lying back with a smile on her face, giving an occasional moan. It was time to get bolder.

I picked legs up a little, and slid closer to her. The bottom of her legs now on my lap, and her feet hanging off the side of me. I was now exclusively rubbing her legs, almost all the way up to her knees. I’d never been so turned on and it was starting to show. I had to reposition her legs a few times to prevent her from feeling my erection. She was still enjoying what I was doing to her. Her head still back, eyes closed. As I continued to caress her legs, I stared directly at her crotch. Wanting so badly to reach out and touch it. Wanting so badly to lean over and kiss it. I wanted to taste this young girl more than anything in the world.

I eventually built up the courage, and put a hand on her knee, and slid it just a little onto her thigh. I thought maybe I had gone too far.

“Mmmmm…..I thought you were giving me a foot massage? Hehe.”

“Oh sorry. I guess I got a little carried away.” (Oops)

“Oh no, you don’t have to apologize. My legs are sore too. It felt good.” “Sooo, what do you mean you got carried away? Carried away with what?”

Hmmm, I basically just told her that I enjoyed rubbing her legs, and she is curious instead of scared. I’m now as hard as I’ve ever been.

“Oh….I just mean with giving you the massage. You have very nice, soft legs…and I kinda didn’t realize what i was doing.”

Smiling and blushing, she asks “You think I have nice legs?”

I foolishly blurted out “Yah you have nice everything. You’re a very pretty girl.”

There was brief moment of silence, and what felt like sudden sexual tension. I was looking straight ahead, but could see her smiling out of the corner of my eye.

“I’m sorry. That was inappropriate. I was just trying to be nice.”

“I don’t think it was inappropriate……and thanks”

“So you’re 15 now, right?”

“I’ll be 16 in 4 months.”

Hmmm, was she trying to sound older? We continued making small talk for 30 minutes or so. I asked her about her hobbies and favorite movies, and all that boring shit. On the surface, she came across as somewhat of a “good” girl, and I was desperate to know if she had ever had a boyfriend or ever been with a guy in any way. I suddenly realized that during our conversation, we had slowly inched closer to each other on the couch. When I shifted one more time in her direction, our knees touched. I held it there, staring at the connection, before looking up into her young innocent eyes.

“So, you must have a lot of boys chasing you at school.”

She smiled, “I don’t really know..maybe.”

“You don’t have a boyfriend?”

“No, I never have”

I knew it was a bit forward, but I had to know if she had ever been touched. Besides, she actually seemed to be enjoying our talk. Maybe she would open up a little to me, which would then make us closer. Any chance I could get to get closer to this gorgeous young girl I was going to take.

“Have you ever kissed a boy before?”

She laughed and hit me on the leg. Not really a hit, but pressed her hand on my leg and pushed it away playfully. Of course, my leg came right back, this time close to her yet. Our legs were now pressed up against each other.

“No! I wouldn’t even know how…”

Perfect.

“Oh, I’m sure you know how, even if you don’t know it. “You’ve never practiced with anyone?”

“No. I’ve thought about bringing it up with my friends, but I’m always too scared to suggest it.”

Well at least if all else fails, I now have the image of this sexy 15 year old girl practicing kissing with her hot cheerleader friends. My mind would just have to assume that they practice fingering each other too.
“I really don’t think I know how to.”, she continued.

“Oh, it’s so easy. There really isn’t a wrong way to do it. I could show you how.”

Woah. What did I just say?

“Oh my god! Really? You would do that?”

I was having a hard time grasping that fact that my neighbor’s underage daughter just agreed to let me kiss her. Not only that, she wanted me to “show” her how.

“Sure, you could use me to practice if you want.”

“So how do we do it?”

I figured actions spoke louder than words. I didn’t hesitate. I just leaned over and pressed my lips against hers. I held them there for a few seconds. Both of our eyes were wide open. I can’t even describe the sensation of feeling of her soft young lips on mine. It was amazing. I was so turned on. My dick was at full attention in my jeans. I had to touch her. I reached out a hand to her waist and pulled her closer to me. We broke the kiss, looked at each other, and smiled. I leaned back in and kissed her again. This time she was a little more aggressive in kissing me back. She pressed her lips harder on mine, and let out a soft moan. Whether she knew it or not, she was getting turned on.

Keeping my hand on her waist, I said “See, I knew you would know how to kiss.”

“That was amazing.”

Without saying anything, I kissed her again. Not by leaning forward, but by pulling her to me. She instinctively wrapped both arms around me as we kissed again and again while moaning into each others mouths. I fiercely caressed her her slim waist and up and down her back. We broke a kiss and I instantly moved from her mouth to her cheek and all the way down to her neck. She was so soft. So young. And tasted so good. I couldn’t stop kissing her. I don’t think this counted as teaching her how to kiss, but I didn’t care. I was so turned on it was hard to control myself. I pulled her in tighter, not realizing I was pressing my hard dick into this little girl through our clothes. She must have noticed how hard I was. I wondered if she even knew what it meant.

She pulled back a little, and looking down said “I think I just felt your….thing.”

“I’m sorry. It’s not really in my control. That’s what happens when you kiss a beautiful girl. You’re turning me on.”

She smiled and blushed. “It’s ok. I’m flattered. But doesn’t it like hurt…I mean, it looks a little uncomfortable.”

It’s funny how both of us had ignored the fact that we were supposed to be practicing kissing. She didn’t comment on why I was kissing her neck and groping her with my dick about to bust out of my jeans.
“Yah, it’s not ideal. But there’s not much I can do about it.”

I leaned forward to get back to kissing, and she pulled back. The next thing out of her mouth almost made me blow my load right then and there.

“Can I see it?”

If you could find me one man in the world that would say “no” to this girl’s question, I’d love to meet him. Me, I didn’t have choice.

“Yah, if you want to.”

Her face lit up with excitement. I leaned forward to kiss her again. This time, I put my hand on the side of her face, and put a finger into her mouth, motioning for her to open it as I kissed her. I inserted my tongue into her mouth and licked the inside of her lips. She followed my lead and pressed her tongue into mine. The moment out tongues touched, we went over board. We pressed our mouths together and explored each other with our tongues. Her hands were rubbing all over my body, until she made contact with the bulge in my pants. I don’t think she knew what to do. While keeping my tongue as deep into the teenager’s mouth as I could, I undid my belt and unzipped my pants. She heard this, and the kissing stopped.

I looked down, reached into my boxers, and pulled out my rock hard dick. She stared at it. She appeared mesmerized by it.

“Wow, it’s so big”, she said.

“You can touch it if you want to.”

She reached out a hand, and wrapped it around my throbbing dick. Her touch was amazing. Her hands were so soft and gentle. She couldn’t take her eyes off it. She had leaned her head down slightly to get a closer look while running her hand along the length of it. I had to fight the urge to grab the back of her head, and pry her hot warm mouth open with my dick. But I had to let her go at her own pace. A fee moments felt like an eternity. I wanted to move forward so bad, and was desperate to speed things up. Her head was now bent further down, maybe a foot away from my dick.

“You look like you want to put it in your mouth.”

She smiled and looked up at me.

“I don’t know. I think I do but I don’t think I should.”, she said as she continued to rub my dick with her hand.

‘It’s totally up to you.”

“Do you want me to?”, she asked.

“It would feel really good for me, but I don’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

She did not respond. I felt like she needed a little push.

“Why don’t you just kiss it like you kissed my mouth, and see if you like it.”

She smiled and leaned in closer until her mouth was just inches from my tip of my dick. She puckered her lips as if to kiss my tip of my dick, but when her lips touched she opened them just enough to let the tip past her lips and enter her mouth. She held her head down for a few seconds. It wasn’t a kiss as much as it was her letting the tip of my dick sit inside her warm mouth. I thought I was going to fill her mouth up without warning.

She picked her head up, looked at me and said “Can I kiss it again?”

I didn’t answer with words. Instead I leaned forward and parted her lips with my tounge, swirled it around her mouth, pulled back, and shook my head yes.

She bent her head back down with more confidence. This time she kissed the tip, then started kissing the side all the way down and back up again. When she returned to the tip she parted her lips and took several inches of me into her mouth. I let out a groan. Her wet young mouth felt incredible. She picked her head up, look at me an giggled.

“That was cool”, she said.

Yah, cool. I guess that’s one way to put it. If you like experiencing the greatest thing you’ve ever felt, just to have to stop just seconds in.

Her stopping and the sudden moment of silence sent a lot of thoughts running through my head. Part of me was thinking about how I just statutory raped this little girl, while the other part was tryign to come up with a plan to return the favor, and finally get to taste this gorgeous young girl.

After a few moments, she got up and walked to her room, telling me she would be right back. What would it be like when she returned? Would it be awkward? Would she sit at the other end of the couch not knowing what to do, or would she run over to me, jump on my lap, and kiss me some more. God please let it be the latter…..

– To be continued

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