The Game Ch 04 2

Chapter 4: The visit

Perhaps a month goes by and Baby and I are having great sex and getting along well. I can't seem to get her ex off my mind. Why? I'm just not sure I understand, but I watch the tape occasionally. She seemed so excited, so hungry, I guess size really doesn't matter.

So she calls today, asks me to pick-up something from her co-worker/friend's house, but to hurry. She's jealous of this girl because I told a friend of mine that she was hot and she overheard me. I was just introducing him to the idea that he might drop by their work and meet her, but Baby misunderstood and thinks that I want her.

I agree to run over to her house, her mom's actually, and I drive over. I knock at the door and a young redhead answers the door. No shoes, tiny shorts, white T-shirt, and no bra. She is cute, sexy, firm, and a little sweaty from cleaning up the house. She says that her sister is in the shower and leads me back to a bedroom where she says I can wait for her sister.

It's a big house, but the bedroom is small. I sit on the bed and gaze around at the posters and such on the walls, laundry in a basket, topped with sexy, pink panties, Stephen King books, and a few other interesting articles. I hear the shower stop and soon she walks in and goes directly to the closet, taking no notice of me. I'm about to speak up when the towel hits the floor; she is stunning, with long, blonde hair to her waist and a trim, hot little butt. I'm not sure what to say, so I just clear my throat.

She jumps a little and turns to face me in a flash of, not so blonde, bush and large, swelling breasts, she freezes, as do I, mouth agape, and then she snatches up her towel, though only to hold it to her chest. I begin to stutter my apologies and get up to leave the room, which puts us face to face, but she just laughs and pushes me back onto the bed, drops the towel, and turns back to the closet. Bending, straight-legged, to pick-up a pair of translucent panties she exposes to me a full, and perfect set of lips and a rather large clitoris.

She turns and smiles, places a knee on the bed and leans over me, one erect nipple brushing my lips, as she picks up a bra from the other side of the bed and, with a wicked grin, slips it on and asks me to hook it. I oblige, my face turning bright red, my excitement obvious in my tight jeans. She continues to dress, saying nothing.

After an uncomfortable silence, she produces what I came for, and had long forgotten, and I stumble through thanks. She kisses me softly and tells me to drop by again, anytime.

I follow her out to the living room, where her sister is bent over the coffee table, her sexy ass in the air, a small tuft of fur peaking out from between her legs. Smack! The girl slaps her sister's butt as she walks by and chastises her for a lack of panties, then smiles at me as her sister, embarrassed, leaves the room. She picks up her keys, grabs her uniform from the closet, and we depart. A short goodbye and she drives away.

I decided, on my next day off, to drop by this girl's house, just for kicks. Her sister again answers the door, in tiny pajamas, and explains to me that her sister isn't home, but she invites me in anyway. I follow her back to a different bedroom and we sit and smoke a joint. I try to apologize for the last time I was here while she explains that it was just her sister showing off.

She lays back against the headboard, her legs falling to either side, and I see that this old pair of pajamas has a rip in the crotch, which, while she sits thus, allows me a splendid view of her tender parts. I try to act as if I don't notice and stammer on about nothing when she asks if I find her attractive. I answer yes, I do, and she closes her eyes and runs a finger gently between her legs. I manage to stay cool, though I am very surprised, and ask her if she is offering. She giggles and slips the finger inside herself.

I don't even bother to remove the jammies; I simply roll onto her and begin kissing tight circles around her neck and chest. Her nipples are tiny; standing rigid and proving her interest as I slowly begin to kiss her soft, red lips. I yank the buttons on my jeans loose and pull myself out, sliding quickly into her warmth. She is wild, a fire-cracker, scratching and moaning loudly as I steadily plunge into her, her tiny body quaking beneath me as we move into each other, meeting in the middle, pounding, pulling, and aching in out intensity.

It lasts only a few magnificent minutes, but what a few they were. I lay on top of her, still kissing her passionately for a time, then, saying an awkward goodbye; I get up and promise to return soon as I leave. What a dreamy, creamy, little girl, I am overwhelmed at my luck.