I can't wait to see you tonight," my girlfriend, Gina, said to me over the phone.
"Me too," I sighed. I had been idly pressing my pussy against the kitchen counter the whole time that she had been talking to me.
"Did you get a babysitter for Eve lined up?" she asked.
"Yeah," I said, "The girl across the street."
"How old is she?" Gina giggled.
"She's only JUST turned eighteen you big dyke!" I said. "Besides, its so handy to have Becky so close and not to have to worry about using someone I don't know, especially after hearing all those babysitter horror stories!"
"Yeah but is she cute?" Gina continued to kid me.
"She's very pretty," I said. At first I had be taken aback by Gina's teasing, but as I answered I suddenly had a vision of my short-haired butch girlfriend fucking the little high school girl next door with a strap-on. Just then there was a knock on the door and Becky entered the front vestibule.
"Gina, she's here. I gotta go," I said as I quickly leaned away from the counter and straightened my dress.
"Okay, baby. I'll see you when you get here. Love ya."
"Okay see you, sweetie." I said and hung up the phone. I was just turning to say hello to Becky when all at once she burst into tears. Surprised, I stopped in mid sentence and went over to hold the now sobbing teenager.
With my arm around her shoulder, I led Becky over to the large sofa and asked her what was wrong. "Everything," she cried, "My boy friend wants to dump cuz' I won't let him---you know, let him....."
"You mean go all the way," I asked, still kind of thinking about what I had pictured Gina doing to her.
Becky only nodded and cried even harder. "Boys can be such pigs," she said.
As I held Becky close, I could feel her cheek up against my chest. I was wearing a thin silk dress, and the feel of the teenager's face against my firm breasts was starting to make my nipples hard.
Over the last two years Becky had blossomed into a very pretty young girl. She had piercing green eyes and dark hair that was usually in a simple pony tail. Although not entirely filled out, she had a lean and lanky frame with just enough curves to let you know she was definitely female. She had narrow hips and was a bit knock-kneed. An adult man could have palmed her round little butt in one hand. Her breasts could best be described as perky, and while they weren't big, they looked just perfect on her youthful body.
Earlier that summer, while Becky was over using the pool, I had noticed that she looked wholesome yet very sexy in her tiny white bikini. I will never forget how the thin material of her suit clung to her body when she crawled out of the pool. The funny thing was that she had no idea of the affect she had on not only boys, but anyone who saw her dressed so skimpily. She had met Mick that day, and they had started dating.
I almost was pissed off as I realized how that little bastard must have hurt her. Fucking men are all the same. Now it was up to me to calm the girl down and maybe help her through her problem. After a few minutes Becky relaxed, and she started to tell me what had happened.
"We were at my house yesterday while my parents were still at work," she said ,"and he asked me if he could kiss me..."
I wiped a tear away from the corner of her eye as she continued. "I thought it was so sweet how he asked me...so we started kissing...and it was real nice...but then he started touching my butt but it tickled....I didn't want him to stop kissing me, I just wanted him to stop tickling me..."
"It's okay," I told her.
"I told him to stop, but he took it wrong and started to get all mad...and he called me a tease, said he was tired of messing with me, and left."
"Don't you worry, sweetie," I said. "Its not your fault. Mick was way out of line trying to push you into something you didn't want to do."
"But I want too, I just don't know how!" she sighed.
"What do you mean, Becky?" I asked.
"Well..." she stammered, "...I just...I mean...I've never done anything like that, and I don't know...I'm scared.Could you help me Miss Andrews? I really need help with this"
I didn't really know what kind of help she was looking for. I knew what kind of help I WANTED to give her, but surely I could never get away with that. Not knowing where the situation was going, I looked into Becky's eyes and nodded in the affirmative. "What is it you would like to know dear? " I asked.
"I don't know..." Becky said as she shyly pulled away from my embrace. As she shifted around looking at the tips of her shoes, I had my first chance of the evening to notice how she was dressed. She had on a demure white button shirt that looked like it was about three sizes to big for her and very baggy khaki shorts. The only skin showing was her skinny knees between the hem of her shorts and her white knee socks.