She looked like the kind of girl that could be pressured into doing almost anything. You know the type. Really insecure and maybe a little confused. She wasn't drop dead gorgeous or anything, but she was attractive nonetheless, and there was something about her that turned me on.
I was attending a gig at which a friend of mine was performing with his band at a local community center. The place was full of teenagers just hanging around checking out the music. There was your basic purple haired, eyebrow pierced freaky kids that usually attend the shows, but there were also a few "normals" and more than a couple decent looking girls. As the band onstage broke into thier first song I glanced through the swarm of moshing teens and caught a glimpse of nice pair of legs. After a small change in positioning I saw the owner of the legs. She was around eighteen or nineteen years old and wearing the shortest little mini skirt I have ever seen. At first I wondered if she was cold, due to the fact that it was still winter, but soon my mind was drifting to more deviant thoughts.
Sometimes when a girl wears revealing clothing she carries herself with confidence and poise. This girl was not one of those. She looked insecure and uncomfortable, always trying in vain to pull her little black skirt a little lower down her legs. I wondered if her choice in dress for the evening had not been influenced by some horny boyfriend. She did not seem like the kind of girl to wear revealing clothing to attract guys. As I studied her a young man walked over to the girl and kissed her on the cheek. They continued to be quite close and I realized that this was the "horny boyfriend".
He was about the same age as her, and dripping in sweat from the mosh pit. Poor kid. Didn't even realize his girlfriend was about to get fucked.
As he once again joined the sweaty, evergrowing pit of wild thrashing teens, his date appeared to be growing annoyed at his unattentiveness. As she sat alone, I studied her young face. She looked like the kind of girl that would have turned me down in high school, with her blonde hair, and pretty face. The kind of girl that I now lusted after as a mature college student. I don't think anyone would refer to her a being "hot", but she was certainly doable in my books. Maybe it was the legs. I have always been attracted to legs, even if the girl attached to them was perhaps not the finest specimen of a female. She did not look very athletic, but her legs certainly were shapely for a girl of her age. On the other hand it could have been the fact that she was wearing a pair of black 3 inch heeled shoes and the shortest skirt known to man. Bottom line: I had a hard on the size of a fence post and was determined to do something about it at the expense of this insecure high school girl.
Then it happend. I got caught. Every guy knows the horror of the dreaded eye contact made while drooling over a girl. Our eyes met and I quickly turned away silently cursing. The last thing I needed was to look like a creepy pervert. After a few seconds I looked back. She was looking at me. I smiled at her then pretended to turn my attention back to the band onstage. Over the next few minutes I'd frequently steal glimpses of the girl. I even thought I saw her smile once or twice. When she turned to go to the lobby I saw my chance and quickly pursued like a tiger in search of prey. The blaring music was muffled as the doors swung shut behind me and I walked into the lobby.
She was sitting on a bench occupied with the impossible task of keeping her upper thighs hidden from view. She looked nervous as I approached.
"Not enjoying the show?", I asked.
"It's okay", she replied. "I'm just a little tired".
I smiled. "Well that's no good. You're boyfriend seems to be enjoying himself".
"Yeah", she said looking down to the floor.
There was a moment of silence before I broke the tension.
"I'm Damon", I said extending my hand.
"Kari", she replied as she shook my hand, looking a little uncomfortable.
She was pretty unresponsive and I was beginning to lose hope.
"Well I guess you'll be wanting to get back to your boyfriend...".
"No, I'm okay out here", she answered abruptly cutting me off.
My confidence was starting to fly so I asked her to come for a walk with me around the center. She agreed and nervously came along. We weren't really allowed to wander around but there was no security so we strolled through the darkend hallways. I made smalltalk and she soon began to open up a little. I was also sure to mention the fact that I was in college as younger girls seem to like that for some reason. As we walked Kari's skirt would ride and she would have to stop and pull it down every few steps
"I should never have worn a skirt", she said as she started to get frustrated.
"Don't be ridiculous", I replied. "You look great".
Kari started to blush. "Thanks". She leaned up against the wall. "I feel kind of stupid wearing it though".
I put my confused, sincere face on. "Why would you feel stupid?"
"Well, not so much stupid as..." She paused. "Slutty".
I leaned up against the wall beside her. "Believe me you don't look slutty at all". I moved a little closer. "You look like a very attractive girl with a great pair of legs making all the other girls jealous. That's what you look like".
She blushed more but remained silent. I leaned over and kissed her gently on the cheek. At first she seemed startled and jerked away but I moved around to face her and started to kiss her neck. She raised her hands to my chest as if to stop me but her arms soon went limp as my lips traced their way across her soft skin. My mouth found hers and soon we were locked in a deep kiss as my tongue explored her sweet little mouth. As my wandering hands found her pert little tennage tits she broke away.
