Author's Note: This is the second part of the ongoing Lauren and Gary story as requested by those who were kind enough to submit constructive comments and suggestions. I sincerely hope that this story fulfills your expectations.
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As I have said earlier, some relationships are like a souffle. They are difficult to make in that the ingredients must be blended just right to achieve the desired flavor balance; must be baked at the correct temperature and time; and require a certain degree of luck to produce an end-product that is delicate and extremely delightful. Such is the case with my relationship with Lauren Yamazaki.
She was a mere innocent slip of girl (or so I thought) on the cusp of puberty when I first met her. While cute with large arresting almond-shaped eyes, it was her confounded maturity, assertiveness, and determination to achieve her desired goal of becoming a swimming champion that made her unique for her age. What I did not know or even suspected was that after amply demonstrating her aquatic prowess and achievements, she would focus on the seduction of me.
Shit, in retrospect, I never stood a chance. From the time I returned from college to Hawaii, Lauren, my five-foot Japanese-American leprechaun took charge of my life. It didn't matter to her that I was six years older and that she was only a sophomore in high school -- Lauren simply expressed her love for me and assumed that I felt the same for her (something that I couldn't or more so, wouldn't deny). Ironically, an objective observer would say that by her actions, Lauren had been "grooming" me over the previous five years. Yet, it didn't matter for when it came down to it, she took to charting out "our" future.
Lauren decided all by herself that we needed to avoid any display of affection and possibly compromising situations (somehow conveniently forgetting that she was the aggressor) until she reached the age of eighteen which was several weeks before her high school graduation, She did this (and rightly so) since if people would think that I, a grown man, was taking advantage of and having sex with an innocent high school girl (despite her repeated assertions that she was legally at the age of consent). Lauren knew that rumors of our affair would jeopardize my reputation and new job. And so, she adamantly insisted that we should appear to others to be nothing more than "good friends."
Yeah, right! As the two years passed, Lauren's bold pronouncement began to fade more and more. Whenever she wasn't training with her school's swim team or club, my Japanese pixie was always "visiting" me at the local YMCA pool. It got to the point that her noticeable presence around the pool finally forced me to give her a part-time assistant swimming instructor position (like I had held at her age). What I didn't know was that this decision would be the proverbial "jumping from the frying pan into the fire."
I did not anticipate that Lauren would continue to develop from a good-looking teenager into an extremely attractive young Japanese woman. She constantly (and quite loudly whenever we were alone) bemoaned her inability to grow beyond her diminutive five-foot height and about how unfair it was that I towered over her by a foot. Yet, such complaints were offset by her amazed and excited updates about the continuous growth of her breasts.
"You know, Gary, I had full 32-A breasts when you returned home from college" Lauren shared one late afternoon as we lounged in my pool office after classes. "Being in love with you must be stimulating because my boobs kept growing until I had to get bras in the next bra cup size by the time I hit seventeen. Do you realize that because I'm rather petite, my tits look rather large on me and draw a lot of unwanted masculine attention... ahem... except for the present company that is?
"However, since I started taking contraceptive pills before my eighteenth birthday... don't give me that 'What?' look 'cuz you knew that that was part of 'our' plan (or rather, Lauren's plan)...can you believe it that they are still growing? God, if they become full C-cup tits, I am liable to fall over with the mass and weight of my boobs pulling me forward? The girls on the swim team keep teasing me that I won't be as fast as I used to be because of the drag of my developing boobs...the guys of course just drool as they openly ogle my developing tits. Hmmph!"
"Lauren, I'm sure that any increase in breast size is only temporary because the pill tricks your body into thinking that you are pregnant.."
"What? You mean when I become pregnant, I'll have 'udders'... oh, no, am I going to look like a baby cow.
"Well, I'm sure that if you do have udders, your babies...your little infant and the big one at heart...will enjoy milking you. Hmmm, the thought of that makes my mouth water. Ummm."
"See, I always knew that you were a perverted bastard! Still...don't you think my boobies look...nice...especially when I'm wearing my string-bikini on our weekends at the beach?"
While I wouldn't admit it, but Lauren was smoking hot especially when her petite body was clad in her teeny bikini that abundantly displayed her outstanding breasts, literally and figuratively. Throw in the hint of her camel-toed pussy in her snug small bikini bottom and her firm rounded buns...well...I took a lot of dips in the chilly ocean water.
"Oh, please stop, Lauren! Stopping trying to tempt me and test the extent of my self-control. Don't act so innocent. You know you're always flaunting your sizzling body, shamelessly rubbing yourself against me when you think no one's watching, sneaking a quick kiss or easy feel, and constantly talking about your rather outstanding tits. Hell, there are only so many pool laps I can do...only so many cold showers that I can take...and only so many times I can jerk off, you know."
"You jerk off? Fantasizing about me? I want to see..."
"Lauren! Don't you remember what you said when you were sixteen? 'You' said that we wouldn't have any sex or romantic displays until you graduated from high school? Here I am trying desperately to control my wild little dickhead and uncontrollable erections... and keep to the plan that 'you' devised for our future. Abstinence is hard enough with you around. You don't have to actively try to arouse my body into open rebellion against my efforts."
A contrite Lauren hung her head under my scolding, and then she lifted her remorseful eyes and rendered me speechless. "I am so sorry, Gary. You're absolutely right. It was my plan that was set out two years ago...and it was for our good.
"It's just that...I don't seem to be able to control myself. Maybe it is my coming-of-age so to say...or maybe it is the added pill hormones in my system. I don't know...but the closer I get to my graduation, the hornier I get. If you think you're struggling to rein in your sexual urges, you don't know how many nights I have to shove my face into my pillow to muffle my dirty talking and moans so I don't wake up Emily, my sister, when I finger my little clit raw. I always fantasize what it would be like having my legs wrapped around your her hips while you fuck (excuse the language) me silly.
"Oh, Gary, I was so sure of myself when I was sixteen...so damn cocky (excuse the pun)...when it came to us and our future. Now, all I can think about is wanting you... making love with you...and making a future for the two of us. Graduation is but a month and a half off, but I am struggling to make it...'cuz I want...no, need...you so goddamn badly."
Holding an obviously frustrated Lauren to me, I calmly whispered, "Baby-gurl, we're both competitive swimmers who know how to train, pace the race, and focus on the end goal. We have about ninety days remaining to achieve 'our' goal. Let's plan for that eventuality.
"And when you graduate, you will spend that night...and as many more days and nights as you want with me. Let's plan on coming out as a committed couple. I know my folks love you, but I can't say the same how your folks will react...and especially your dad. I mean not many dads take kindly to their just-graduated daughter jumping into bed with an older man."
"Yeah, my father would be kind of bent out of shape when I tell him that I plan on celebrating my high school graduation by losing my virginity to you. Yet, he was the one who hired you to coach his eleven-year-old daughter. It was a good thing you weren't a 'real' pedophile or I might have lost my innocence at an extremely young age to a handsome and muscular high school senior...sigh.
"And if my father gets really upset, however, I will tell him that it was I who chased you and shamelessly tried to seduce you ever since you returned from college. I'll tell him of how long we've refrained from having sex even though we legally could have done it. Hmmph, And I'll let him know that I plan to live with you while I go to college on my swimming scholarship and work part-time at the YMCA pool as an instructor. I wish I could tell you more, but that's as far as I am focusing..."
"Baby-gurl, as I said when I became your swimming coach, you're so damn cute when you're upset. While you still don't have any hair between your inner thighs...cuz you waxed them off...you now have outstanding breasts...nice hips...tight buns...and one hell of an enticing pussy as hinted by that little indent between your shapely legs. Oh, I better stop talking like this because the crotch of my shorts just got extremely tight and uncomfortable."
