Training Mandy
"Do you have any babies yet?"
Mandy stood on the bottom rail to look over the fence, and called to her next door neighbour's 25 year old son.
Steel paused in the doorway to the shed and studied her speculatively. At five feet two and chubby, she was a socially inept loner, with few friends, if any, thanks to the constant put downs of her social butterfly parents. Especially her father, who was clearly disappointed that his wife had produced a dumpy, and in his eyes, not very attractive daughter, rather than a svelte, self assured beauty he could parade in front of their friends like a trophy.
'I'd like to give you a baby,' Steel thought, and nodded.
"Yeah, they started hatching this morning. Come and see."
It was more of a command than an invitation, but she didn't notice in her eagerness to scramble over. As she dropped down the other side, her skirt caught momentarily on the fence, revealing her plump thighs and panty covered bottom, and he turned his back to hide the sudden stirring in his pants.
She followed him into the shed, which housed an aviary with a tier of nesting boxes at one end, and he lifted the front flap of one to show her three newly hatched cockatiels.
"Oooh, aren't they cute?" she gushed, staring at the chicks with their huge unopened eyes and outsize hooked beaks. "I wish I could have one."
He gave her a brief calculating glance. He wasn't sure what, but there was something about this short dumpy girl that really pushed his buttons. Definitely ripe for the picking.
"Well - if you're nice to me , maybe I'll think about it."
"Nice how?"
He grinned and looked her up and down. "For a start you could let me feel your tits, then if you like it we can see where it goes from there."
Shaken by his bluntness, she looked at him dubiously. No boy had ever made even the slightest suggestion of a move on her, and she wasn't sure how she should respond. "I dunno about that," she said nervously. "The nuns at school are always telling us we're not supposed to."
"We all do things we're not supposed to, that's what makes it so exciting." he laughed.
Mandy thought of the time - so long ago now, it seemed - she had sneaked into the classroom during recess, and scrawled "FUCK SCHOOL" across the white board. When class resumed, the teacher had studied each student intently, and her heart had been in her mouth as he looked at her, certain she would be called to account, but he turned his back and erased the offending words without comment.
"I guess so," she replied.
He grinned again. "Does that mean you will let me?"
She thought hard before answering. From what she had heard from school gossip, she seemed to be about the only girl in her school who had never been groped, and also from gossip, she was missing out on a lot.
"OK," she nodded apprehensively. "But just for a moment."
She tensed as he cupped her firm young breast, then relaxed as he began to squeeze and stroke. It really wasn't so bad, although it was little more than a firm pressure through her school blouse and bra.
He pinched her nipple, sending a delicious sensation through her whole body, and for a moment she almost hoped he would put his hand inside her clothing. Instead she backed away. "That's enough."
Sensing that it would be a mistake to push her too hard he dropped his hand. "That was nice, thank you," he said, adding as she turned to leave. "My birds are all pedigree prize winners. Worth too much money to just give away for nothing."
He walked with her to the fence, squeezing her breast again on the pretext of helping her climb over. "I might see you tomorrow."
Back in her room, she thought about what had happened. Part of her regretted stopping him so soon, because his hand on her boobs had certainly been pleasant. Impulsively she stripped off her blouse and bra, and studied her reflection in the mirror, pleased and a little surprised at how hard her nipples were. 'If he tries again maybe I should give him a little more time,' she whispered.
The next day couldn't pass quickly enough, and as soon as the bell sounded at the end of the final lesson she bolted for the door.
Steel was waiting by his gate when Mandy arrived home breathless. He held up a hand, fingers spread. "Five more, are you coming?"
Pleased at not having to climb the fence, she followed him to the aviary. He smiled with amusement as she crooned over the latest hatchlings, then after a short while he turned her to face him. "I've wanted to do this for the longest time," he whispered, pressing his lips to hers.
She was so excited at being kissed for the very first time, that it didn't occur to her to object when he unbuttoned her blouse.
"I hate bras," he grumbled, pushing hers up to expose her firm plump breasts. To her totally inexperienced mind, it seemed to make sense for him to fondle her bare tits when he kissed her, so again she raised no objection.
He lowered his head to take her stiffened nipple between his lips, sucking gently and sending shivers of pleasure through her, including - strangely, she thought - between her thighs, and it took her a moment to realise his hand was under her skirt, caressing her pussy through her briefs.
"NO!" she gasped, pressing her legs together and trying to push him away. "Not there!"
Undeterred, he stroked more firmly, pressing the fabric into her slit. "Relax babe," he cajoled. "If I give you a bird you will need a cage for it, won't you? They cost too much to just give away without getting anything in return."
She hesitated, uncertain. "I'm not sure my folks will let me have one anyway," she protested, trying to put him off.
"That's OK," he said stroking more firmly. "The cage is there if they agree, otherwise you can keep it here and visit whenever you want."
Although she knew he was right, she couldn't help feeling she was being manipulated. On the other hand, each stroke of her pussy felt better than the last, and with a sigh of resignation she parted her thighs.
