I had only met Karen one time since she, her siblings and her mom had moved in and that was only in passing. She was a cute girl, with straight long brown hair. She told me she was a senior in high school and that after high school she hoped to go to nursing school. Beyond that casual encounter, I didn’t know anything else about Karen or her family, although I did see them walking to and from school.
I was finishing up the yard work one day, not too long ago, and fixing to get in the shower when there was a tapping sound at our front door. My wife was at work, so I figured that perhaps she had gotten off work early and forgotten her key.
I was surprised to find Karen standing at my front door. She was still dressed in her school uniform, which consisted of a plaid skirt, white bobby socks and a button-down white shirt.
“Hey,” Karen said as I opened the door.
“What’s up?” I casually asked.
“I just got home early and I’m afraid someone has been in the house,” Karen remarked.
“So where are your sisters and your brother?” I asked.
“Mom had them picked up by some friends and they won’t be home until after six,” Karen replied.
“So you’re home alone?” I inquired.
“Yeah,” Karen responded, “I guess so. Could you please come check the house?”
“Sure,” I replied. I followed her next door. She had the cutest ass I had ever seen in a plaid skirt.
Karen opened the door and I stepped into the two story house. I was pretty familiar with the layout of the house since I had been in the house many times before, prior to the change in neighbors. Karen was right behind me. She closed the front door and latched it.
“Can you check the closets?” Karen asked.
“Sure,” I replied. I opened the down stairs closet. Nothing.
“Do you want me to check the guest bedroom?” I asked.
“That’s Ian’s room,” Karen replied, “Yes.”
Karen was right behind me. I opened the closet door. I ducked and yelled “Look out!”
Karen instinctively ducked and fell to the floor. I laughed.
“What is it?” she asked.
“I was testing your reflexes,” I replied, offering my hand to help her back to her feet.
“That wasn’t funny,” she remarked as she placed her hand into mine and I helped her back to her feet.
“Come on,” I said as I stepped on to the first step of the stair case. “Let’s check the rest of the house.”
“That’s my mother’s room,” Karen pointed out as we reached the top of the stairs. I stepped into the room. The bed was unmade. The closet was in the master bathroom. A bra hung off the door. I glanced at it only for a second.
“I know,” Karen whispered, “mom was in a hurry.”
I turned on the closet light and peeked in. Nothing.
We made our way to another bedroom. We checked the closet and found it empty as well. The final bedroom was Karen’s. I checked the closet and found everything in order. As I exited the room, Karen snatched a bra that was hanging on the door and held it behind her back.
“Like mother like daughter,” I said.
“Sorry,” Karen replied.
I started down the stairs.
“Can you stick around a little bit?” Karen asked.
“I don’t know if that would be a good idea,” I replied.
“Please,” she pleaded. “I’d feel a lot better.”
“OK, “I replied. I continuing down the stairs.
“Can you just hang out up here?” Karen inquired.
“Up here?” I asked.
“Yes,” Karen replied, walking back into her bedroom.
I turned and followed her back into her bedroom. The bedroom shared an adjoining bathroom with another bedroom, where her two sisters slept. Karen apparently had the bedroom to herself. I sat down on her canopied bed and looked around.
“Nice room,” I remarked as Karen disappeared into the bathroom, leaving the door open.
“Thanks,” Karen replied. “It’s hard to keep my sisters out. They’re always getting into my stuff.”
“I know how that feels,” I replied. I had three brothers and one sister.
As we spoke, being separated only by an open door, Karen changed out of her school uniform. What a trusting girl, I thought to myself.
“Do you have a boyfriend?” I asked.
“No,” Karen replied. “Not yet.”
She was an attractive girl, so I found it hard to believe she didn’t have a boyfriend.
“I’m kind of a nerd,” Karen remarked from behind the half-closed bathroom door. She stepped out of the bathroom wearing an over-sized t-shirt and nothing else. She plopped down on to her bed, on her stomach, her long legs extending out across the bed.
She propped her head up with her hand and smiled as she looked at me.
“Do you think I’m a nerd?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” I replied. “This is the first time we have ever talked.”
“Do you think I am pretty?” she asked.
“Yes,” I replied.
“No, really,” Karen shot back.
“Yes,” I replied. “You’re pretty.”
Karen repositioned herself on the bed, sliding on to her side, her shirt inching up to reveal more of her thigh.
“Do you think I am sexy?” she asked.
“Yes,” I instinctively answered.
“Really?” she pressed.
“Yes,” I replied.
“What’s my sexiest attribute?” she pressed.
“Your eyes,” I said.
“You are so full of bullshit!” Karen shot back.
“What about my ass?” she pressed.
“I guess so,” I replied. “I haven’t really paid much attention, to be honest.”
Karen smiled.
“Do you want to feel it?” she asked.
“How old are you?” I asked.
“I turn eighteen next week,” she replied.
“I should probably go,” I replied.
“No, no, no,” Karen shot back, reaching out and grabbing my arm. “I’m sorry.”
“That’s OK,” I replied. “I just don’t want to get into any trouble.”
“Look,” Karen said, “I don’t have a boyfriend. Mom watches everything that I do. I am so frustrated!”
“I understand,” I replied.
Karen rolled on to her back and looked up at me. Her shirt barely covered her long legs. She pulled her knees into an arch, her shirt slipping even farther up her thighs.
“You’re a cool dude,” Karen remarked.
I didn’t know what to say.
Karen stretched her hands out over her head and rested then on the upper portion of my thigh. She rolled back on to her stomach and looked at me. As she did, she inched closer to me.
“You know I haven’t even had a guy kiss me?” she remarked.
“It will come,” I replied.
Karen stayed quiet for a second. I could see her thinking.
“Would you kiss me?” she asked.
“I don’t know if that would be a good idea,” I replied. “I an old enough I could be your dad.”
“Oh come on,” Karen pleaded. “Just one kiss. I want an experienced guy, not some immature high school kid to show me what life is about.”
I leaned forward and planted a quick kiss on her forehead.
“There,” I said.
“No,” Karen replied, “Not like that! On my lips.”
I could tell she was not going to let me go. She puckered up her lips and closed her eyes.
“Fine,” I said.
Karen swung her legs around and sat next to where I was seated with my feet hanging off the side of the bed. Again, she closed her eyes and puckered up her lips.
I chuckled.
She opened her eyes and looked at me.
“What?” she asked.
“You really haven’t been kissed before, have you?” I asked.
“No,” she replied.
“OK,” I replied. I slipped my hand on to her bare thigh above her knee.
“Here is how it works,” I said. “I am going to put my lips up to yours and you’re going to just try and relax a little bit, OK?”
“OK,” she replied. I rubbed my hand back and forth on her bare thigh.
“Just relax,” I said. “The first thing is the warm up kiss.”
“Warm up kiss?” she repeated.
“Yes,” I replied, as I leaned in closer to her. “It starts on your neck, right about here.”
I gently kissed her neck, right below her left ear as she raised her chin to accommodate my advance.
“On wow!” she remarked. I slipped my hand on to her jaw line and turned her head slightly. I planted a second light kiss on her neck again. She trembled as I kissed her, balling up her fists and holding them to her side.
“Relax,” I whispered.
I planted a light kiss on her cheek and took her hand in mine. She let out a soft moan and I saw her shoulders dip down. I brushed her long hair back and slid my tongue up near the bottom of her ear. She squeezed my hand in hers.
“You are so sexy,” I whispered into her ear.
Karen giggled.
I slipped my fingers on to the inside of her thigh, just inches away from her sweet spot. She parted her legs slightly to accommodate my touch.
“OK,” I whispered, “Now the lips.”
I gently touched my lips to hers.
“Open your mouth,” I whispered. She opened her mouth and I pressed mine on to hers, thrusting my tongue into her oral cavity. Nature took over at this point. Karen thrust her tongue deep into my mouth and I did the same to her. As we kissed, I gently and slowly worked my fingers ever closer to her vagina.
“Oh! My! Gawd” Karen whispered. “I am getting wet down there.”
“That is the natural consequence of passion,” I said.
I placed her hand on to my growing erection.
“So is this,” I added, as I pressed her hand on to my manhood.
“Oh my gawd!” Karen responded, “Can I see it?”
“I don’t know if that is a good idea,” I replied.
“Please,” Karen pleaded, clasping her hands in a prayer-like manner.
I leaned back on the bed and unfastened my jeans. Karen lowered my zipper and I fished my tool out for her to inspect.
“Oh my Gawd!” she exclaimed as she saw my fully erect cock.
I pushed my jeans and my underwear down, fully exposing ole Jose to her. She clasped her hands in front of her mouth, her fingers interlocked.
“Can I touch it?” she asked.
“Sure,” I replied. “it’s not going to bite you.”
She put a lone finger on to my shaft and moved it back and forth. I wrapped my hand around my manhood and pointed it at her.
“You’re already cuming!” she exclaimed as she saw the clear pre-cum seeping from the head of my cut phalanx.
“No,” I replied. “That pre-cum. The real stuff is gooy and white.”
I took Karen’s hand and slipped her fingers around the base of my tool.
“Work you hand back and forth,” I instructed.
She did as I instructed.
“Oh wow!” She exclaimed as my cock continued to grow.
“Are you on birth control?” I asked.
“Oh yes!” Karen replied. “If I miss one day, my mother has a cow!”
“Do you want me to teach you how to give a blow job?” I asked.
“A what?”
Karen really was that naïve.
“It’s where you suck on my cock,” I replied.
“You won’t pee in my mouth, will you?” she asked.
“No,” I replied. I explained the physics of the male anatomy and how things work. She looked at my cock and then looked up at me.
Karen reached out and wrapped her fingers around my cock. She slipped my phalanx into her mouth. As she did, she looked up for my approval.
“Don’t bite down,” I said. “Breathe through your nose and relax.”
Karen slipped my cock father and father into her oral cavity.
“Salty,” she whispered as she used her saliva to wet my cock.
I grabbed a hold of her long brown hair and gripped it in my fingers as she worked her head back and forth, going up and down on the shaft of my cock. I thought for sure I would explode.
I had to stop her.
“What is it?” Karen asked.
“Do you want to fuck?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” Karen demurely replied. “I want to, but I’m afraid.”
“Don’t worry,” I replied. “We can just fool around, if you want to,”
Karen silently laid back on the bed, looking up at the ceiling.
“Are you OK?” I asked.
I slid my hand on to her bare thigh and inched my fingers towards her love box. I slipped my finger under the elastic band of her underwear and into her moist pussy. She closed her eyes. She opened her legs to welcome my advances. I slowly fingered her clit until she was trembling, her hands balled up into fists.
I pulled at the elastic of her thong, slipping it past her thighs and off of her legs. I lowered my head and gently planted a light kiss on the inside of her thigh, as she spread her legs even wider. I slipped my finger back into her vagina and she softly moaned.
“That feels sooooo gooood!” Karen remarked.
“Scoot up,” I instructed. She slid father up on the bed, her legs spread open, her long t-shirt bunched up around her waist.
I re-positioned myself between her legs, pressing my body against hers, as I reached up under her shirt and teased her rock hard nipples with my fingers. She slipped her t-shirt over her head and I slipped my mouth on to her right breast, biting down ever so lightly with my lips.
“Oh my gawd!” she exclaimed, her breathing becoming deep and labored.
My tip of my cock was now at the very entrance to her womanhood. I reached between her legs and pushed the tip end of my manhood into the opening of her pussy. I pushed until I met the resistance de force.
“Take a deep breath,” I said. As I pushed past her hymen and as it tore, she let out a little whelp.
“Are you OK?” I asked, as my pelvic bone crashed into hers, my cock burying deep inside of her pussy.
“Oh yeah!” she replied, wrapping her long legs around my waist. I began to rhythmically thrust my hips back and forth as I propped myself up with my hands on either side of her torso. It didn’t take much and she was digging her nails into my shoulders, her mouth open, taking in copious gulps of air.
“Oh gawd!” she exclaimed. “I can feel you inside of me!”
I couldn’t hold back and I let it fly. As I did, Karen trembled and shook, her fists balling up beside her and beating on the bed.
My cum and her love juices ran out of her vagina and on to the white cotton sheets. The entire room filled with the aroma of sweat, cum and a womanly discharge. I looked down into her dark green eyes. We kissed, deeply and passionately.
After a few minutes, I rolled off of Karen and looked up at the top of her canopied bed. She lay still, next to me, on her back.
“Oh my gawd!” she exclaimed, “I can still feel you in me!”
I sat up and looked at her. She was a mess, but a hot mess. I couldn’t believe I had just deflowered her.
I got dressed as she lay on her bed, smiling.
“Are you sure you’re OK?” I asked.
“Oh yes!” she responded.
“I have to go,” I replied.
“I know,” Karen responded. As I slipped on my jeans, Karen offered a simple “thank you.”
I leaned over and proffered a kiss on her forehead. Karen smiled.
“Now,” she said, “I am a woman.”
“Yes,” I replied, “You are very much a woman…and…”
I smiled.
“and what”? she asked.
“ . .and there isn’t anyone in your closet,” I replied. “But if you ever think there is, just let me know!”
