"Hello my Angel, why are you crying so? Come here and tell me what's wrong. That's right; let me put my arms around you. Come closer now". (I feel your gorgeous firm, eighteen year old body so close to me that I can smell the heat of your womanhood. Your rock hard tits are crushed against my ribs. My cock is rising but I hold it away from you. Not yet, not yet) "That's better princess. Now put your head against me, that's the way. I'm your friend and you know that you can tell me anything at all. We have no secrets do we? Now my Angel, tell me what's wrong and I will try to make it better."
"Is he cheating on you again? Your best friend this time? That is so sad for you. I don't know why they would do that to you. I agree, he does deserve to lose you this time for good. He has no idea how lucky he is to have someone as beautiful as you. Of course you are beautiful. How could you doubt it? Just look at you, five foot eight with a lovely figure. Most girls would give anything to look like you with your blond hair and your green eyes. Did you know that your eyes are even greener and prettier when you are crying? You are my very own beautiful angel and I am the luckiest person in the world".
(I know you have a body to die for, because many times I have watched you through the bathroom window. I am waiting there, all excited with anticipation, when you walk into the bathroom and put on the light. The window is chest height and open just three inches with a fly screen which hides my face from view. I have seen you undress so slowly that it has almost driven me to insanity.
You always take your top off first to reveal your lovely bra covered tits. You then slide your jeans down those long, long legs to reveal a tiny par of panties. Sometimes I am extra lucky and you are wearing a black thong which accentuates your beautiful, tight little ass and only just covers your gorgeous mound.
You stand there for a short while looking at your self in the mirror and you then undo your bra strap from the back and your bra slides off. I then get to look at a pair of exquisite, small breasts that point straight out like bullets. The puffy nipples are so pink and shiny that it is all that I can do not to reach out and pull them and suck them and fondle them.
You then stand looking in the mirror again and sometimes you squeeze your yummy little titties together to give yourself cleavage. You have told me before that you wish you had bigger breasts than you have, but I tell you that you have a perfect body and you just wiggle your hips at me and laugh. If you only knew what that does to me! Your back is long and lean until it reaches your ass, which flares into a classic peach shape. I have longed to pull those cheeks apart and put my nose and tongue in there. I have sniffed and licked your panties many times, so I already know what you smell and taste like. You have no dimples or blemishes, just smooth, firm, young flesh.
Next come your panties. You always use two open hands to slide your panties down over your hips and down to your ankles to reveal a blond furry mound that just fails to hide that tight, round little pussy. The fat lips poke out under the flat tummy with the clit just showing between the lips. It's a pussy that is still fresh and full, fat and succulent and made in heaven.
I watch you shower behind the glass screen, which somehow is always clean with never a soap smear on it. Funny about that! You use a safety razor to shave your legs and under your arms. Once when I saw you trimming your pussy lips between your legs, I blew all over the wall outside and had to hose it off later before your mother got home.
Another time I watched you run a bath, which is directly under the window. You undressed in the same slow manner as you always do and then you stretched one long leg into the bath, giving me a breathtaking view of your juicy, fat pussy. You then lay down in the bath and put one leg up on either side. I had to get a chair to stand on so that I could look down to see what you were doing. I nearly fell off the chair when you started rubbing your clit under the water and pulling your nipples at the same time. You rubbed your clit with first one hand and then the other, getting faster and faster until finally you curled up into a ball with an orgasm. I blew all over the windowsill and fly screen this time and had to hose it off again later.
Watching you get dressed after a shower, when you are going out for the evening is so exciting. Wondering whether you are going to put on a thong with a mini skirt or tiny red panties with a pair of jeans just blows my mind. Sometimes you go out without a bra and I wonder who is going to play with those gorgeous little titties tonight or maybe pull those panties to one side to finger fuck you).
Your sobbing has intensified as you tell me what a bastard he is and how he lets you down so often. I kiss your eyes gently and taste the salty tears whilst telling you that you are my Angel, my Princess and my special person. You tell me that your mother is never there for you and does not care or understand and that I am her only real friend. She tells me that I am the only one who truly understands her and the only one who makes her feel safe. She tells me that boys are hateful and only want one thing. I don't bother asking what that one thing might be.
She cuddles closer and talks to me through her sobs, reminding me of the time when she was sick and I was so kind to her. I changed the sheets for her and helped her change her pajamas without looking at her body. This wonderful memory does nothing to relieve my throbbing member especially when I think of persuading her to change her panties under the sheet. It was quite by accident that the sheet slipped at the crucial moment and I made a joke of it and said that it was lucky that I was looking the other way at that precise time. I know that she believed me. She tells me that I am wonderful and that I am the only person that she truly trusts.
I stroke her beautiful ass very gently and she visibly relaxes "I feel that I have known you all my life" I tell her. "You are so special to me and when you hurt, so do I. We are kindred spirits. All I want to do is to protect you, be your special friend and make you feel safe. You know that you can come to me at any time of the day or night with your troubles and that there is absolutely nothing that you cannot tell me". (Hopefully not when your mother is around of course. I think she is already suspicious of my motives. I don't know why).