*Author's Note*
The seventh part. It's a bit long, as I am trying to get through this a bit faster.
Thanks to all readers who are sticking with me through this -- most appreciated!
Remember,
all
comments, graciously accepted!
Enjoy!
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It's Saturday morning.
It's been two weeks since my encounter with Reggie, and yeah, I think about it constantly. I also realize I have to wait for her to come to me - if this is to continue.
The scary thing here is, I haven't heard a peep out of Polly. Yeah, I'm definitely concerned. Maybe she changed her mind?
Yeah, right.
I'm sitting in the kitchen, drinking coffee when, at 7:00 am, I hear the doorbell. I get this very weird feeling that actually makes my hair stand on end, and gives me goosebumps. I make my way to the door and, when I open it, find Polly standing on the porch. Apparently, she intends to
make
me deal with her drama.
"Good morning," she says, smiling at me. She's clad in a pair of fairly short cut-off jeans, that her little ass more than sufficiently fills, a pair of white Nike running shoes, and t-shirt that is at least a size too small for her. My imagination is immediately drawn to her perky little nipples, as they make their presence known, against the thin material of the shirt.
"Good God, kid..."
"Oh hush," she replies, cutting me off and pushing past me, as she comes into the house. She stops between the dining room and living room, turns to face me, puts her hands on her hips, and glares at me.
"I know about you and Regina..."
Uh oh...
She sees the reaction on my face, and laughs - loudly.
"She was right, you did panic for a second!"
Yeah... I'm confused.
"I'm not mad Lucas, just kinda jealous. I was hoping you'd
want
to be the first guy to have me. But..."
"Polly..."
"No, it's..."
"
HUSH
, and let me talk, damn it!"
She giggles, shrugs at me, and crosses her arms in front of her.
"Your virginity is an important thing. You shouldn't be in such a damn rush to give it up."
"I'm not. I've been patiently waiting for you to take it," she replies, offhandedly.
"Why?"
"Because you are the most amazing guy I have ever met in my short life, and I know that my virginity will always be safe with you. Besides, you know what you are doing - you are way past high school boys, who are just going to shove it in, get themselves off, and then ask me how great it was. That's why."
"Damn..."
"Are we still waiting?" she asks, grinning at me.
The longer she stands there with that damn 'cute' smile covering her face, and most of her taut little body exposed, the more I feel the pressure. It gets harder and harder to resist...
"I'm patient. I can wait... if you want me to."
That's it. The look in her big blue eyes, makes me cave - I simply can't help it.
"Okay, Miss Polly Patterson, if it's that damn important to you, have it your way..." comes out of my mouth.
I turn and walk into the dining room, pull out one of the heavy chairs at the table, then turn to face her. I unbuckle my belt and let my jeans drop to the floor, then let my boxers follow them. I step back, and take a seat.
Although I'm kind of hoping to shock Polly with my behavior, she once again outplays me. Not surprisingly, she gives me that same damn 'innocent' smile of hers, then crosses the room, and stops right in front of me. I watch her unbutton her shorts, then carefully, and diligently wiggle out of them, letting them drop to the floor once they pass her thighs. The moment I see her exquisitely smooth, fresh, untouched little pussy, my cock simply springs to life. No way can I stop it. Then, without any invitation, she straddles me, sits down, and pushes herself forward until my now raging hard-on, pushes back against her warm, smooth slit.
"Looks like this kinda backfired on you," she says, doing her best to play the sweet and innocent card.
"I dunno. Depends on what happens next, I would think," I reply, trying my damnedest to be calm and collected.
We sit staring at each other, neither speaking. The glowing warmth from her pussy is now beginning to do what it's supposed to. I want her... I, honest to God, want to explore every inch of her unbelievably petite little body - inside and out. My raging male hormones have completely overridden my heart and my brain. Lust has taken over.
When I was here with Reggie, it was different. I can look at her and see a 'young woman' - which is amplified with exposure to her. Unfortunately, Polly can't let me get there - all I can see is a 'sweet, innocent kid'. Truth is, I suddenly feel like I'm back to having no moral standards again. Maybe it's her cute red pigtails, or the implied innocence I see in her hypnotic blue eyes, or maybe, just the magic I find in her big, infectious smile.
Damn it
... to my eyes, and my heart, she simply doesn't seem old enough to be doing this! Unfortunately, my lust has taken control, and my mental battle begins almost instantly.
Am I really taking advantage of her? Not hardly, and if I even suggested I was, she'd kick my ass. Where she is, at this exact moment, is her doing. Not mine. I'm simply conceding to her wishes. And maybe... just maybe, she is right. Doing this with me is safer... (
a sad attempt at justification?
)
Then, without any warning, she stands up, steps forward, and tries to lower herself onto my fully engorged, hot, throbbing cock. When it doesn't work, she tries again, and I see her wince.
"Can't get there without some lubrication, young lady."
"I'm a virgin, remember? I have no idea what I am doing," she says, rolling her eyes, and laughing.
This is the moment when I realize that, to her, this is just a game - like the first time you smoke pot, or smoke a cigarette behind the shed, or take your first illegal drink. She's simply curious and experimenting - like a lot of her friends have already done. For some reason, she feels safe experimenting with me...
"Top left drawer of that cabinet," I say, pointing across the dining room. She stands up, and as she struts across the dining room, I can't take my eyes off her taut, perfectly shaped ass. It's even more delectable, without the bikini bottom. She opens the drawer she wants, and gets the small bottle of lube I keep there. Then she comes back, and again straddles me, this time sitting on my knees.
I take the bottle, smile, and say "You first." She grins, and spreads her legs as far as she can, giving me full view of her spotlessly smooth, exactingly pink, and quite unused pussy. I even notice the crinkled edges of her inner labia peeking out of her vaginal entrance. I squirt a bit of lube on my first two fingers and then gently apply it where it needs to go. The kid sucks in deep breath, and actually shudders violently, the moment I slip a finger slightly inside her. I apply a liberal amount to the head of my cock, then look at her and nod. She reaches down and spreads it all over the head, and a little way down my shaft. Then... I put the bottle on the table, and smile at her.
She doesn't even hesitate - not even for a micro-second. Her excitement is clearly visible on her cute little face. She's up, and after a fair amount of effort, slides herself down onto my cock. Just watching her facial expressions, as she slowly fills herself with my now lust-filled cock, is an amazing experience all by itself. Eventually, she is sitting on my lap, the full length of my manhood, filling her flawless, and extremely tight, little pussy, entirely. It's definitely the tightest pussy I have ever experienced - even tighter than Vanessa had been - and comparable to some asses I've been in.
She sits, an interesting little smirk covering her face, doing nothing more than staring at me. After a few seconds, I see the first tears.
"Was it what you expected?"
