Chapter 1

The voluptuous, dewy-lipped girl figured she was pretty well set up in life. She was happily employed as the mistress of a wealthy, powerful man, and she loved her work ... keeping his huge cock happy.

Life was fine for the sexy teenage girl. She had all the expensive clothing she could ever want, a hot little red Triumph Spitfire, and all the fucking and sucking she could handle.

She smoothed her stockings. As she leaned over, her short, gauzy dress hiked up on her thighs, revealing the long gorgeous expanse of tan legs. She wanted to make sure she looked good when Martin arrived. He was due any minute, having been out making an important contact.

Her tits pushed against the thin dress top. Even braless, her full tits stood erect and full and proud. She knew how good she looked, and she carried the knowledge with a smug pride.

She had the man she wanted, and that was Martin. She didn't have to do anything except suck him, and he gave her all she wanted. Ellen was proud of her man. She loved her work, and she felt lucky to have met him.

She thought back to her high school days, before she had met Martin, and she marveled at how lucky she had been. The whole story was bizarre, and she tried to remember every detail. It had started a few months ago, when she had met her first boyfriend, Ricky ...

She had been very young then, and was sexually inexperienced. She wanted to meet a boy, but she didn't know how to go about it.

School was out for the summer. Ellen's young mind was on beaches, parties, fun. She especially thought about Ricky, the new boy who had just entered school in the closing days of the semester. Great big lean Ricky.

He had taken a desk right in front of her, in her science class, only a month before. Ellen had spent hours staring at him, watching him arch his back in his seat, combing his hair. It had taken her weeks to get the courage to talk to him, and even her first shy contact had made her terribly nervous.

She had seen him in the cafeteria one day. He was, sitting by himself. He seemed to be staring out the window, and munching his cheese sandwich. Ellen remembered what had happened clearly.

She had walked up to his empty table. She was proud of the way she had looked that day. She had been wearing her new skirt, the Indian one, that was made out of gauzy, sheer material. Ellen knew that she was a good-looking girl, although it made her feel vain to admit it to herself. She checked her appearance in the window of the snack bar. She had been pleased.

She saw her long legs, encased in the tan nylon stockings. Her platform shoes made her ass high and proud, and her tight top clearly outlined her full breasts. Her nipples were hard and firm. Ellen felt just a touch of embarrassment. She hoped that he wouldn't notice how excited she was. She gave the reflection of herself one more quick cheek. She looked perfect. Her pouty lips had just the right touch of glossy lipstick. She licked her lips with her slick tongue, making them shine even more.

Summoning all of her courage, Ellen boldly took the chair that was right next to Ricky. At first the handsome boy took no notice of her arrival. Ellen busied herself with her lunch bag. She took out her cookies, her Baggie-wrapped sandwich, her Thermos, and her carton of milk. She busily arranged her meal in a square pattern in front of her. All the while, Ellen kept giving shy glances at Ricky. She hoped to catch him looking her way, but he didn't turn his head.

Ellen used all of her courage. She tapped Ricky on the arm. The electric feel of the contact with his warm flesh shocked her. She hadn't expected him to feel so warm.

Ricky turned, as if he had been dreaming. His eyes widened when he saw the beautiful face of the girl. Her long blonde hair framed her wide-open green eyes, and brilliantly contrasted her red, parted lips.

"Excuse me," said Ellen. In spite of herself, she felt herself blushing.

"Yes!" answered Ricky quickly. He seemed to be shy of eye contact. He looked at her for another instant, then be turned his head away, and once more stared out of the window.

Ellen was flustered. She thought that Ricky would carry the ball of conversation. She had already run out of things to say. She summoned her wits in an effort to say something else.

Ellen had never done anything like that before. Usually, the boys flocked to her. She was real good at avoiding conversation, but never before had she been driven to force herself on someone else. This time was different. She didn't know why, but she really wanted to talk to Ricky. She had been attracted to him from the start She made a decision, and dove back into the conversation with inspiration. This was her only chance, and she didn't want to blow it. She was afraid he would think she was an idiot.

"I was just wondering about your sandwich," she said with a monumental effort.

"My sandwich?"

"Yeah. I mean my mother always gives me American cheese sandwiches. She never buys anything else. I saw you eating your sandwich, and I just wondered what kind of cheese it was. I might want to go out and buy some," she said. The words seemed to spill out. She knew she Wasn't making much sense, but at least it was a start.

A smile slowly appeared on the boy's face. He seemed to grasp at last what was going on. With a renewed sense of courage, be boldly looked at the teenage girl who had appeared next to him.

As he gazed at her, he found that his cock was beginning to stiffen. He could smell her perfume. It was a sweet, head shop kind of scent, and coupled with the view of her hard nipples, it made him feel a quick thrill of instant sexual attraction.

Ricky let his eyes wander all over her body. The next thing he saw was her wide expanse of silky thighs. Her short skirt was hiked up all the way. She had her legs crossed under the table, and he tried to imagine what it would feel like to rub his, hand all of the way up her leg, until he reached the furry pussy that was tantalizingly hidden beneath the wisp of cotton fabric.

"It's Brie cheese," he said.

"What's that?" said Ellen.

"It's a kind of French cheese. Most people wouldn't put it on a sandwich, but I like it that way," he said. He kept his gaze on her heavy tits. He could see them moving up and down as she breathed. They were so close, only inches away. He fought the impulse to lean forward and let his arm brush against them, to feel his skin sink into her soft warmth.

Instead, Ellen provided the action for him. She lightly touched his arm with her hand. The warmth of her flesh contrasted oddly with the coldness of the metal of the rings on her fingers. Ricky could feel the two sensations clearly. He seemed to be in a heightened state of perception, perhaps induced by the sudden closeness of this new girl.

Holding her hand steady on his arm, she leaned forward toward his body, trying to give the appearance of wanting to casually sniff his sandwich.

By this time, Ricky was on to the ploy. As she neared his hand, he pulled the sandwich away, almost making her topple forward against his chest. He nudged his arm out to steady her, and the balancing point was her firm, braless fits.

They looked into each other's eyes for a moment. Ricky grinned, then so did Ellen. Instead of pulling back, she remained close to him, pressing her fits against his body.

Ricky was teasing her now.

"Want a bite?" he asked.

"Um-hum," giggled Ellen.

He held the sandwich out to her. Ellen held her hair out of her eyes with one band, and opened her mouth. She let Ricky bring the sandwich up to her lips, and she took a delicate, suggestive bite. Ellen surprised herself. She had never acted this way with another boy. Ricky watched her chew. The sight of her moving, glossy lips was driving him crazy. He wondered what those lips would feel like on his hot, erect cock.

He felt a little guilty for thinking such a thing, but that was the only image that came into his head. He was still dizzy from the feel of her pliant young body against his. His cock grew harder. It pressed uncomfortably against his underwear. He looked down quickly. He hoped that the huge bulge in his crotch was not too evident.

Ellen had seen it all right. She tried to keep her eyes off of the hefty lump, but she `found her eyes drawn toward it almost against her will.

Both of the teenagers were swimming in confusion. Neither of them had experienced anything quite like this before. The attraction between them had been instant and chemical. They were responding to their emotions like fully sexual adults, for the first time in their lives. Neither really understood the emotions, but they were happy to follow them all the way.

Ellen blushed. She realized how brazenly she had forced herself on Ricky. She hoped that he didn't think she was slut or anything like that.

Ricky stared at her. It had all happened in a matter of moments They looked at each other, a bit shyly perhaps, but with strong, evident sexual emotion.

"Hey, what's your Name!" asked Ricky.

"Ellen," she said. "You're Ricky."

"How did you know?" he asked in surprise.

"I found out," said Ellen boldly. She was a little ashamed. She was practically admitting to him that she really dug him. She hoped he would understand.

"I don't usually do this," she said.

"Do what?"

"You know, force myself on boys," she said. She looked at the floor and felt her face turn red.

"Oh, I didn't think you did. You know, I'm really glad you came over to me. I had nobody to talk to all this time. You know, I think you really look good," he said.

"I do?" answered Ellen quickly Her vanity had been appealed to.

"Yeah, really good," he said in a lower voice.

He submitted to his impulse, and smoothed his hand along her stocking-covered thigh. Ellen felt him touch, her. She didn't resist. Instead, she smiled at Ricky, and placed her hand over his. He flushed for a moment, then met' her smile with his black, deep eyes.

Ellen felt: a thrill like she had never experienced before. Now that she had gotten him going, Ricky was starting to make the moves.

"You sit near me in science," he said to her.

"Urn-hum."

"I wouldn't have normally told you this, but I've been staring at you for a few days," he told her.

"Me too," said Ellen.

Ricky looked at her and grinned. He shook his long hair.

"Do you believe in fantasies?" he asked suddenly.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, do you think people should live out their fantasies? People are always dreaming about what they'd like to do, but nobody ever really goes through with it. That's what I was thinking about when you came over," he said.

"You mean when you were staring out the window before?"

"Yeah," he giggled. "I didn't know you had noticed."

"I did," she said.

"I was sort of dreaming just then. I was thinking about some of the things that I'd do if I weren't so shy," he said.

As he spoke, he rubbed his hand once again up her thigh. This time he moved his hand higher, going almost to the top of her stocking, the spot where the coarse nylon ended, and her smooth naked flesh began. Ellen squirmed, allowing him to touch where he wanted.

"What would you do?" she asked.

"Lots of things. For one, I'd ask you out tonight. I'd ask you to take a long walk with me, and for you to tell me all the things you always thought about secretly..."

"Sure," she said. "That's not such a strange fantasy."

"You mean you will?"

"Go Out with you tonight? I'd like that," bubbled Ellen.

He squeezed her upper thigh. His touch was firm, yet pleasant. Ellen felt a warmth in her young cunt. She was getting really excited. She hadn't thought that he would have really been interested in her. She felt a pride of accomplishment. She had gone after a boy for the first time, and here be was asking her out already.

"That really makes me feel good," he said.

"Me too," she said.

"How about after supper? I mean about seven or eight o'clock."

"That's good. I have to go home first. If 1 left right after school my mother would worry."

Ricky caressed her legs with his warm, masculine hand. Ellen felt like she was really in the presence of an intelligent man. Ricky was really different. She felt like the other boys she had known were just that - boys. Ricky seemed to be deeper than a boy. She liked that. He was a dreamer. He had something on his mind other than talking about rock groups or sports.

Ellen couldn't help noticing how big Ricky's cock was getting. She had a fantasy too. She wanted to reach down and touch him there. She wanted to feel his male hardness. She'd love to stroke his cock firmly, and feel his prick twitch under her tender manipulations.

Just then, the bell rang. Ricky looked up. She had the feeling that he was snapping back to reality. He gave her thigh a final squeeze, as if to reassure her. She smiled at him, letting him know that she approved.

"I have to go," he said.

"So do I," she answered.

"I really enjoyed talking to you," he said in a husky voice. He was horny, terribly horny. She could tell from looking at his bulging pants front.

With the same impulse that had driven her to sit next to him, Ellen let her hand drop to Ricky's lap. She brushed the back of her hand quickly across his warm, tight, cock-bulge.

For an instant, Ricky looked startled. Surprise after surprise came with this pretty, sexy girl. He arched up, letting her feel the positive pressure of his pelvis.

He reached for her hand and held it tightly, then he brought his lips to hers and gave her a tentative, exploratory kiss.

Ellen's first reaction was to pull back, but she stifled the impulse and opened her warm lips for him. She gave him a lush taste of her hot tongue. He felt her teeth, and her wet, delicious mouth with his probing tongue. She yielded to him readily.

The girl tasted sweet, ripe, sexy. Ricky's mind clouded. He could feel her hand grip his cock tightly. She closed her fingers around the head of his cock, feeling it spasm in quick little jerks. Ellen moved her hand up and down the shaft, feeling him as though there were no doth to hamper her sense of touch.

Finally, flooded with the awareness that they were still in the cafeteria of the school, the two youthful lovers released each other. Ellen looked around, hoping that no one had seen them.

Ricky was in a stupor. He couldn't believe that this was really happening. Ellen smiled, once again assuming her outward show of normalcy.

"Will you really?" he asked. "1 mean see me tonight?"

"Of course," said Ellen, not really hearing herself speak.

`Where do you live?" he asked.

"On Liberty Street. Number twelve. It's a big red house," she told him.

"I'll be there. At eight," he said.

Ellen got up quickly and raced to the hail, not turning around.