All characters are over the age of 18.
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My friend Levi and I were picking up our daughters, Jennifer and Abigail, from their Wednesday night dance lessons this week, and were waiting for them out by our cars, chatting pleasantly, when a couple of adorable girls walked out of the coffee shop next door and headed for their own vehicles.
Levi had just recently moved to Stonewall from Canada with his family, and he was still getting used to the many advantages (and responsibilities) he now enjoyed as an eligible man here; and he gave me a subtle elbow and a discreet nod.
'Sheesh--check out that little pair over there,' he said with a gentlemanly chuckle. 'How nice are those legs on the blonde, eh?'
I couldn't help but laugh at the habitual hint of unrequitable longing in his tone, and I realized he'd still not yet fully grasped what it meant to be an eligible man; and his eyebrows rose in surprise as I addressed the young girls.
'Hey cuties,' I called out, causing their heads to raise in unison from their conversation like two startled young does. 'Come over here, please.'
'Yes, sir,' they said in unison, and came immediately to heel like two very well-trained girls, as Levi looked from them to me, and back again, utterly intrigued as he watched to see what I was doing.
They came abreast of us, halting together with their hands behind their backs in the basic greeting position, standing tall and straight to allow us to look their lithesome bodies up and down, and looking us politely in the eye to let us know they were ready to be good girls.
'My friend, Mr. Miller, noticed your companion has some very nice legs, and he wanted to take a closer look,' I said to the delightfully curvaceous brunette, gesturing to her friend.
The blonde blushed deeply, and bit her lip in a shy attempt to maintain her composure, evidently finding Levi's slim build, dark hair, and kind-eyed smile (which betrayed that he was far more nervous at the moment than the she was) quite appealing for her own part.
'And I happened to take quite a fancy to your impressive behind in that little skirt, dear girl, so I called you both over for a quick inspection,' I continued to the brunette. 'Levi and I both have training appointments later this evening already with other girls, so this won't take long, and you'll soon be on your way. I'm Mr. Stevenson. Have you both celebrated your Festivals?'
The girls nodded and quickly produced their ID cards, complete with the green border indicating that they were of age, and eligible for sexual lessons at nearly any time, in any place, from eligible men.
I took them both, and handed the blonde's to Levi.
She was named Mandy, and was five-foot-two and one hundred-and-ten pounds in her little white chucks, with what appeared to some very pointy nipples poking through her soft gray tummy tank where it lay snugly over her puffy, braless A-cups.
Erica, the brunette, was a few inches taller than her friend, and about twenty pounds curvier, slim-waisted with flashing dark eyes and a generous pair of breasts just barely contained in her ruffly pink cami.
Both girls had just turned eighteen, and had celebrated their Festivals only a few months ago.
'Good girls,' I said, handing back their IDs. 'Turn around, lay over the hood of Mr. Miller's car, and pull your skirts up for us, please. Show us everything you've got going on back there.'
Levi couldn't help but look at me with amazed delight as both girls, with a singular 'yes, sir,' did immediately as I'd instructed, stretching up onto their tiptoes to lengthen their legs and haunches attractively (which further hinted at the excellent training they'd undergone) and tugging their skirts up over their behinds, revealing a glorious brace of young, unpantied female hindquarters luminous beneath the dusk mall parking lot lights.
Nodding to Levi to follow my lead, I stepped to Erica's exposed bottom and crouched down, running my hands up and down the backs of her fulsome legs and her round, firm buttocks, pulling her cheeks apart with a growl to peer between them at the treasures she hid there.
Her nethers were shaven clean, and her vulva was full and puffy, her outer lips closing tightly in what would have been a perfect slit, were it not for her frilly inner labia, which ruffled their dainty way along most of the length of her external genitalia.
I gave her cunny a few gentle pats to accustom her to my touch, then spread her open and took a look at her glistening, dark pink insides as she whimpered quietly at my hand's familiar contact to her private parts, but she remained still, obediently giving me total access to her fertile young body, as was my right, and her duty.
Mandy moaned outright, and Levi groaned, as he fingered her fuzzy blonde slit and then thrust into her, shaking his head wonderingly as she reflexively clamped down on his buried index finger with her unimaginably tight, wet young vagina.
'Jesus Christ, she's so frikking cute,' he exclaimed, rising behind her and taking her bare little cheeks in his big hands.
