I pace back and forth in the dim halls of the school building. Where was Maria? I was supposed to have picked her up after gymnastics. I had come early, and saw her practice.
I can’t lie, though. My eyes had been glued to another. Her lithe body and blonde hair. The way the unitard hugged her tight body. There was one point when she did a handstand and spread her legs. At that moment, I was spellbound.
‘Practice is over, where are you?’ I text. Waiting, not so patiently, I watch the little bubble drop down to notify my message being read.
‘Oh no! I meant to tell you Brandy was giving me a ride. I’m so sorry, Daddy,’ I read. Ok, well, this has been a waste of time. Turning, I make to leave. A door down the hall opens and shuts.
Out steps the little blonde. She is still in her unitard. She watches the floor as she walks. I watch her.
She approaches, unseeming to have noticed me. Then, right as she is upon me, her head jerks up. She freezes. I am frozen.
“Oh, excuse me. I thought I was the last one here,” she says softly.
“I think, Miss, that we are. Why are you not changed?” I inquire. She looks at herself as if to see what I mean.
“I wanted to practice just a little more,” she confesses. “I know the school is supposed to close, but no one ever notices if I stay late. Plus, I’m eighteen, so I can remain unsupervised.” I smile at her and wink.
“Our little secret,” I whisper, holding a finger over my lips. She blushes and smiles. Walking past me, I catch her looking over her shoulder. Again, I make to leave. I stop. Desire and her spell stop me.
I wait in the dark hall. Once enough time has passed, I sneak to the gym. I watch her bend and flip. She moves with strength and grace. I feel like a voyeur.
I realize I am fully aroused. Ok, I am a dirty old man. This girl is my daughter’s age. My daughter it is not, though. She shines with sweat. I burn with heat.
She does a flip and lands on the bar. I slip into the near-empty space. I let the bleachers hide me. She stretches back and bends in an arc. Her breasts are so tight in her uniform that I can see the outline of her nipples.
She sees me and shrieks. As she tumbles off the bar, I realize I am moving. Dashing forward, I reach out. Her tiny body tumbles into my arms.
We both freeze. I am holding her. I notice my left hand is cupping her firm ass. Our eyes are locked.
“You can set me down now, Mr. Jones,” she says, her voice still in shock. I do not move. Does she know my name? “Sir.”
“Oh,” I stammer and set her on her feet. She looks around. My eyes follow hers. We are entirely alone.
“I thought you left,” she confides. I shake my head.
“I meant to,” I confess. “Then I saw you.”
Her blush is surprising. My eyes rove her body. As if on their own, my hands move to her shoulders. She jerks hesitatingly but freezes. Her phone rings, and we both jump.
“Hello,” she answers. “I am still in the gym. No, don’t come here. No, I won’t open the door for you. You know why! Last time we, we could have gotten caught.” She growls this last bit and eyes me. I step back silently. The one-sided conversation continues.
“No, no one is here. That is not the point. Jake, the answer is no. I’ll come see you when I am done.” She finishes and hangs up. “My boyfriend.”
“Almost got caught? May I ask?” My eyebrows raise. The thought of her fucking on the mat overtakes all other thoughts. She does not answer besides a crimson blush.
I step toward her. She steps back. I step, and she steps. Then her back hits a balance bar. I step right in front of her. I see desire and fear in her eyes. I lean closer, and she draws a deep breath in.
She is intoxicating. I am ensorcelled. I am not the average, loving guy I usually am. I feel a beast has been awoken within — a ravenous beast.
A primal growl echoes off of the wall. I look around. Then, realizing it came from me, I step back. She exhales slowly. The beast reacts.
I step forward, and my mouth covers hers. My kiss is hard and aggressive. She starts to kiss me back on instinct and then stops. It is too late.
She is thrown to the padded floor. I am on top of her. She yelps and crawls backward, eyes on mine, challenging me. I stop her with the weight of my body and pin her to the mats. One hand explores her breasts. I cup them roughly. The other wedges between her tightly held closed legs. She moans. My fingers come away wet.
The elixir of her excitement fuels the beast’s hunger. I kiss her again. This time, I take control of her mouth. My tongue pushes past quivering lips and explores her more.
My finger pushes aside the thin fabric, restricting access to her delicate folds. They slide into her. Her body welcomes me even as she squirms. Her moans ignite hot fires inside me. I am lit within by desire.
My other hand tears away the top of her unitard, exposing firm breasts. Nipples meet my fingers as hard diamonds. I pinch and tease them.
My mouth breaks from hers. She is gasping and moaning. My lips travel down and find a nipple. I suck hard. The tender flesh slides across teeth, and her moans grow louder. I suck and bite. I give each tit and nipple attention.
My fingers are deep inside her. They are moving in and out. Each thrust is accompanied by my fingers curling. Her soft inner walls tighten around my fingers. The beast knows he has found her g-spot when her hips rock up. Her legs spread, and she welcomes the torture. His back arches, and she cries and moans.
“Fuck, I am coming so hard,” she screams, and I feel her spasm on my hand. Wetness engulfs my hands. The beast moves faster and harder. Her climax builds into a tsunami of pleasure. Her screams echo off the walls. She fights me and begs for more. She orders me not to stop. She champions the orgasm and rides into the next.
She is strong and flexible. I am not sure what happened, but I am on my back. She tears open my pants, freeing the beast from his cage. She mounts me and slides my cock between her legs.
She moves with grace and need. She slides up and down. Her nails dig into my chest. She is so fucking petite and lithe. Her tightness is a power I can not contend with. She fights me, trying to slow her. She has not stopped coming.
I feel myself bursting with pleasure. She does not stop. I fill her tiny pussy with jet after jet of come. Finally, she slows. She slides off of me and takes my cock in her mouth. She sucks every drop of frothy cum from the shaft and head.
Suddenly, she stands. I follow her up. I catch her hand across my cheek. There is a burning impact. Then another.
“You owe me a new leotard,” she says like an assault. Then she storms off. I pull up my pants. Guilt floods me. The beast rests happy, and I am left with the consequences. I do not know what to do. Panicked, I count all the cash, some two hundred plus dollars, from my wallet. What does a unitard cost? I push it into her gum bag and flee.
Later that night, I get a friend request. I accept, and receive one message.
‘I’m not your whore.’ The beast inside me reawakens.
