A few months ago he had met a girl online. Not just any girl, one half his age. He was interested. She had just turned 18 and they started messaging. He was planning on dinner, maybe a movie. Apparently her teenage hormones were raging.
She dropped a hint one night that she was horny. REALLY horny. He watched amusedly as what she was typing appeared on his computer screen. She detailed a story—one in which she would show up at his house, walk in, and straddle him without saying anything—not even a hello. She wanted it—bad. He wasn't opposed to giving it to her.
She warned him that she was a heavy girl and not terribly attractive. He didn't care. He was going to get some barely legal pussy that would be, by default, tighter than any he had had lately.
The weekend came and she set out on her way. They hadn't spoken on the phone before and he had only seen a couple pictures of her face on the computer. She was supposed to be there soon. He was waiting in his bed for her.
She called him a bit later. It should have taken an hour to get from her house to his and, apparently, she had gotten lost. He wasn't surprised—the turn she should have made was easy to miss if you didn't know where it was.
He got her straightened out and she continued to his house. He was watching out the window for the teenager to arrive. She finally did, wearing jeans and a polo shirt.
Once she finally found the house she got out of the car, leaving everything in the vehicle. She almost decided not to come. She kept envisioning herself being murdered by some random guy she met on the internet. Then she had a bad day and just said "FUCK YOU!" to the entire world. A few hours later she was standing in his driveway, between his motorcycle and his house. She knew he was waiting upstairs. She walked up to the door and tried it—it was open. She looked around and found the stairs and climbed them.
She knew she wouldn't be brave enough to do what she had planned on doing...he probably thought she was thinner than she actually was and she didn't want to force herself on him. Once she reached the top of the stairs she opened the door and peeked around the corner. She saw him, laid out on his back, watching TV on an enormous bed. She walked over and sat on the corner of it, the opposite side from him, with her back to the wall.
After a few minutes he spoke to her and they started to talk during the commercial breaks. Nothing happened for a few hours, but she did lay down near the wall instead of just sitting in the corner.
A while later something was said and he turned on his side, facing her. He said "Kiss me," and she giggled, turned red, and said "no, you kiss me." So he did.
He let her get under one of the blankets on his bed and said she could take her clothes off. She did, but she remained covered so that he couldn't see anything "indecent." He slid his hand between her legs and inserted a finger inside of her pussy and played with her for a few minutes.
She became brave enough to straddle him and kiss him, her blonde hair falling down around his face.
"So, do you like having a high school girl on top of you?"
He smiled and nodded his head, his hands running over her impossibly long legs.
"What are you thinking?"
He moved her down a bit so she could feel his hard cock between her hot thighs.
"You're a naughty man, aren't you?"
He nodded again.
