Penelope Scott's music lesson
By: Alan Smithee
If you don't know who Penelope Scott is, she is worth a google. Not only for her music, but her pictures too. She's hot now, but she was even hotter when I knew her. I was a family friend. We all shared an interest in music, but Penelope was the only one with talent. She was a dorky teen, smart, sensitive and funny in a nerdy way. We were friendly but I never paid much attention to her, until her 18
th
birthday.
Penny always invited me to her birthday, more out of habit then anything else. She looked beautiful. It was hot out and she worse a pink tank-top with a lacy ring around her ample cleavage. She had green eyes, freckles and a cat like smile.
"Harvey!" She shouted before she ran up to me, hugging me tight. I felt her big tits press against my chest and it took every ounce of restraint not to let my hands drop to the big round ass.
"Hey birthday girl. I said.
"I am so glad you came."
"I am glad I came too." I said.
"You look good." She said smiling up at me.
"You look good too." I said back. My heart beating a little faster.
We looked into each others' eyes for a little too long.
"What you got there?" her dad asked.
"It's a gift." I said handing it to her.
Penelope smiled and took the package his hesitated for a moment.
"Can I open it now?" she asked smiling.
I nodded.
She opened it up and squealed after seeing what was inside. It was a copy of Pro Tools.
"I know you can download it, but a piece of paper with a Key written on it didn't seem like a good present."
She reached up grabbed my cheeks, pulling me down. She pressed her lips to mine; sending a tingle down my spine.
It ended much too quickly. Her little hand resting on my chest, she turned to her dad.
"This is the best software for music editing." She said before hugging me again her head resting against my chest.
"I know." Her dad mumbled.
"This is really expensive Harvey; I don't really know how to use it."
"I got a deal and if you run into problems, you can text me."
She nodded and smiled.
I had a good time. I caught up with everyone, but I couldn't keep my eyes off of her and more than once, I caught her looking back at me.
Once the sun started going down some of her friend came to take her to a club. She invited me to go with her, but it seemed strange, I was almost a decade older. so, I turned her down but I regrated it as I watched her big ass walk away.
After her birthday, I didn't hear from her for a while. I did see some photos she posted, and I had been jacking it like crazy to them.
A couple weeks later, Penelope started texting me asking for advice on the software. I gave her some tips and we sent texts back and forth.
We chatted more, wholesome at first, just talking about our days, music, tech and politics. She would send me cute selfies most days. and I would send them back. We straddled the line between flirty and friendly, it was exciting.
When she called me, it came as a surprise, I didn't know teenagers still made calls.
When I answered she asked to come over. Apparently, she was having issues with the software, and it was stressing her out. I tried to help her over the phone, but she insisted on coming over.
I didn't have any plans, so I told her to come by in an hour. I lived in a basement apartment, and it was getting a bit musty. I opened the windows, showered and put on some clean clothes. Cleaned up my shit and tried to make it look presentable.
She arrived a few minutes late.
I took a deep breath before I opened the door. My heart was racing. I had never been alone with her before.
I my heart skipped a beat when I saw her. Her hair was up in space buns. Showing off her freckled face. She wore a tight red dress and an open knit brown cardigan over it, the dress hugged her cleavage, and I caught myself staring.
"Can I come in?" She asked.
"Yeah, of course." I said.
She looked around checking my apartment out nodding her head approvingly.
