by Ray Gordon
Belinda felt her stomach churn as she feared the worst. ‘Are you going to finish your work?’ she asked.
‘No, I’m not in the mood. I’ll do it tomorrow.’
‘Are you coming downstairs? There’s a film on in about ten minutes.’
‘I might come down later.’
‘All right.’
Closing the door and making her way to the kitchen, Belinda hoped that she was wrong about her daughter’s feelings. But she could see the signs and instinctively knew that the girl had a crush on Tony. This had to be stopped before it got out of hand, she thought, gazing out of the kitchen window. Tony was almost twice Desiree’s age. And he was only a few years younger than Belinda. Old enough to be the girl’s father? Deciding that this wasn’t going to become a nightmare situation, she wondered whether to talk to Tony.
Again recalling her own teenage years, she knew that she’d have gone mad if her mother had intervened. In later years, she’d wished that her mother had said something. If she’d tried to tell her where she was going wrong and what the future would hold if she didn’t bother with her studies…Belinda knew that she wouldn’t have listened to her mother. If anything, she’d have rebelled. To now find herself in the position of the worried mother was ironic. She knew how teenage girls thought, how her daughter felt. She’d been there. But what could she do to save Desiree from her inevitable fate?
Belinda noticed Tony dumping some boxes in his back garden. She stepped out onto the patio and wandered across the lawn. The sun was sinking behind the trees; it was a beautiful summer evening. Normally, she’d be pottering in the garden with Desiree or enjoying a walk in the local park. If her husband was home, they’d probably be having a barbecue. He would be in Tokyo just when she needed him, she thought dolefully, as Tony leaned on the fence and remarked on the weather. Desiree would probably listen to her father, take his advice and forget about the boy next door. Boy? He was a grown man.
‘Is Desiree around?’ Tony asked, glancing at the open back door.
‘No, she’s…she’s studying,’ Belinda replied, doing her best not to come out with something she might regret. ‘She has exams coming up so the more time she spends studying the better.’
‘She’s a lovely girl. You must be very proud of her?’
‘Yes, yes, I am. Tony, I…It would be best if Desiree wasn’t distracted.’
‘Distracted?’ he echoed. ‘What do you mean?’
‘I don’t quite know how to say this. She’s only sixteen and she’s not yet taken an interest in boys. The longer it stays that way, the better off she’ll be. She plans to go to university and…’
‘If you’re saying what I think you’re saying, then you have nothing to worry about,’ he reassured her. ‘She’s a lovely girl and I like her very much. But that’s as far as it goes. I agree with you, she should be concentrating on her studies.’
‘Thanks for being so understanding,’ Belinda said with some relief. ‘She’s bound to call on you again. When she does…’
‘She said that she’d come round tomorrow. I won’t upset her, but I will make it clear that we’re friends and nothing more. Besides, she’s far too young for me.’
‘Thanks, I really appreciate your understanding.’
‘No problem. Obviously, I’ll not mention our little talk to Desiree.’
Belinda chatted with her neighbour for several minutes before returning to the house. She felt at ease after hearing his reassuring words. He was right, Desiree was far too young for him. How the girl would react when she realised that Tony was to be nothing more than a friend, she didn’t know. But, hopefully, this would be nipped in the bud and Desiree would again concentrate on her studies.
* * *
Desiree moved away from her bedroom window and sat at her desk. Wondering what her mother had said to Tony, she gazed at the papers strewn over her computer keyboard. She wasn’t in the mood for studying. Her thoughts centring on Tony, his hand slipping beneath her short skirt, she left her chair and stood before the full-length mirror. She’d made a fool of herself, she reflected, as she lowered her skirt and kicked it aside along with her shoes. Pulling her T-shirt over her head and gazing at her slender body, she hoped that her prudish attitude hadn’t ruined everything.
Eyeing her young body, she noticed that her boyish figure had transformed into the curves of womanhood. Releasing her bra and gazing at her firm breasts, the ripe teats of her nipples, she knew what Tony wanted. But could she give it to him? Slipping her panties off and focusing on the dark curls veiling her tightly closed sex crack, she realised that she’d never scrutinised her naked body before. Her breasts had developed without her really noticing. Her veil of pubic curls had sprouted without her registering that she’d become a woman.
Parting the fleshy lips of her pussy, she again eyed her reflection in the mirror. As the moist petals of her inner lips unfurled, swelled, she realised that her arousal was heightening. A droplet of milky fluid clung to her inner folds and she pulled her outer labia further apart and focused on the solid bulb of her ripe clitoris. Dragging her milky sex fluid up her open crack, she caressed her clitoris with the pussy-wet tip of her finger. The sensations permeated her contracting womb and she let out a rush of breath as her young body trembled uncontrollably. Instinctively she slipped her finger into the virgin sheath of her vagina and massaged her hot inner flesh.
This is wrong, she thought, as she fingered her tight vagina. Nice girls didn’t touch themselves. Only sluts played with their pussies and masturbated. But her longing to bring herself sexual pleasure was overwhelming. It was as if she’d woken some latent desire, she mused, as she drove a second finger into her hot sex. Massaging the solid tip of her clitoris, she repeatedly withdrew her fingers from her vagina and drove them into her hot duct. Trembling, breathing heavily, she felt her breasts harden, her nipples ripen.
She withdrew her wet fingers from her vagina and locked the door. Then she crawled beneath her quilt and lay on her back. She knew the time had come to explore her mounds and crevices, as she recalled Tony’s passionate kiss. Her hand between her parted thighs, she ran her fingertip up and down her waking sex valley. Her feminine desires were stirring, her hormones rousing, her juices of lust flowing in torrents. Her clitoris calling as she caressed the sensitive tip, her breathing fast and shallow, she closed her eyes and again recalled her lips locked to Tony’s.
Moving down her drenched valley of desire, she again slipped her finger into her tight vaginal entrance and explored her sex sheath. Hot, creamy-wet, yearning…Massaging her erect clitoris with her free hand, she stifled her gasps of pleasure as her young womb rhythmically contracted. This was the first time she’d attempted to masturbate, and she couldn’t think why she’d neglected her young body. Had meeting Tony roused her latent desires, fired her hormones? Her thighs twitching, she parted her legs to the extreme and arched her back as her pleasure heightened. Her self-induced orgasm approaching fast, she knew that this wouldn’t be the last time she masturbated.
Desiree was a late starter. It was at least two years ago when Kathy had first talked about the delights of clitty frigging and pussy fingering. And it had been some time since the girl had told Desiree about losing her virginity. The thought that she was still a virgin playing on her mind, Desiree knew that Tony would be the one to tear down her curtain of innocence. Imagining his solid penis entering her tight vagina, his shaft sliding in and out of her well-lubricated sex sheath, she threw her head back and let out a cry as her pioneering orgasm shook her young body to the very core.
‘Yes,’ she cried rather too loudly. Hoping that her mother wouldn’t hear her, she did her best to stifle her gasps of self-induced pleasure. Her womb contracting, her vaginal muscles tightening, gripping her thrusting finger, she massaged her clitoris faster as her orgasm peaked. Never had she dreamed that she could derive such immense pleasure from her naked body. She’d neglected her femininity for years, she reflected. The ripe teats of her brea
sts, her tight vagina, her yearning clitoris…She should never have ignored her teenage body.
Quivering uncontrollably, she thrust a second finger into her cream-drenched vagina and lost herself further in her sexual delirium. Again and again, waves of pure bliss crashed through her young body as she writhed and squirmed beneath her quilt. Her clitoris pulsating, transmitting waves of pleasure deep into her pelvis, she writhed on her bed like a snake in agony. Massaging her sex-button faster, she forced a third finger into the restricted duct of her pussy. Whimpering in the grip of her orgasm, panting and gasping for breath, she brought her knees up to her chest to allow her fingers deeper penetration of her spasming vaginal sheath.
‘Are you all right?’ her mother called, tapping on the door.
‘Yes, yes,’ Desiree managed to answer, slipping her wet fingers out of the burning sheath of her vagina and lowering her legs.
‘May I come in for a moment?’ her mother persisted.
‘Hang on, I’m not dressed.’ Desiree leaped out of bed and grabbed her dressing gown. She brushed her long black hair away from her flushed sex-face and finally opened the door. ‘Sorry,’ she said. ‘I was…I was almost asleep.’
‘It’s very early, Desiree,’ her mother said. ‘Your face is flushed. Are you feeling all right?’
‘No, I…I think I have a fever,’ she lied. ‘I feel hot one minute, and shivery the next.’
‘You’d better get back into bed. I’ll bring you up a drink of something.’
‘No, no, it’s all right.’
‘Well, if you’re sure?’
‘Yes, I’m sure. I’ll try to get some sleep.’
‘It might be best if you stay in bed tomorrow. Give college a miss.’
‘I’ll see how I feel.’
Closing the door as her mother went downstairs, Desiree breathed a sigh of relief. She slipped beneath her quilt and again allowed her fingers to delve into her creamy-wet sex crack. If her mother discovered that she’d been masturbating, the embarrassment and shame would be too much to bear. Massaging her swelling clitoris, her thoughts turned to Tony. Good looking, plenty of money, passionate…But he’d been unfair, she reflected. He should have understood that she wasn’t ready for sex. To thrust his hand up her skirt when they’d only just met…All he’d done was run his fingers up her thigh, she mused dolefully. Was that so bad?
Wondering whether she was the one who’d been unfair, as her clitoris transmitted ripples of sex deep into her young womb, she thought about Tony’s age. Nearing thirty, he was a mature man with adult thoughts. Of course he’d want sex, she reflected, slipping a finger into the wet heat of her tightening vagina. He was a grown man who wanted sex and…She wasn’t even old enough to have accepted his offer of taking her out for a drink. She’d lose him before a relationship had even begun, she was sure. Unable to enjoy a drink with him, unwilling to have sex…
She slipped her finger out of her hot vagina, curled up into a ball and closed her eyes. She’d at least allow him to fondle her, she decided. The next time he made a move…But, would he make another move? Sure that she’d ruined everything, she drifted in and out of sleep and dreamed of having sex with Tony.
Two
‘How did you get on at college?’ Belinda asked as Desiree closed the front door and dumped her bag on the floor. ‘Did you feel all right?’
‘I felt fine,’ the girl replied. ‘I’ll get changed and then go and see Tony.’
‘Desiree, you’ve only just got home.’ Belinda sighed. ‘Surely, you’re not going straight round to Tony’s?’
‘I just want to see whether he’s settled in.’
‘What about your work?’
‘I’ll do it later.’
‘All right, but don’t be too long.’
Changing into her short skirt, Desiree caught sight of her reflection in the mirror. Eyeing her naked thighs, her shapely legs, she recalled Tony’s words. Don’t mess me about, OK? The last thing she wanted to do was mess him about. If he made a move, if he kissed her and ran his fingers up her thigh…She was bound to make a fool of herself, she knew as she pulled her T-shirt over her head. Her inexperience would show and Tony would probably decide that she was too young for him. All she could do was play it by ear.
‘I won’t be long,’ she called, bounding down the stairs.
‘Are you wearing a bra?’ her mother asked her, emerging from the kitchen and gazing at her daughter’s nipples clearly defined by her tight T-shirt.
‘Of course I am,’ Desiree replied indignantly. ‘For God’s sake, Mum.’
‘I’m sorry, I just thought…’
‘Just thought what?’
‘Nothing. I’ll see you in a while.’
Watching the girl leave the house, Belinda wrung her hands and bit her lip. Although Tony had reassured her, said that Desiree was far too young for him, Belinda was uncertain. Desiree was an extremely attractive girl, and Tony was a red-blooded male. All she could do was hope that he’d been honest when he’d said that they were friends and nothing more. Flopping onto the lounge sofa, she glanced at her watch. Five o’clock. Perhaps Desiree would only be ten minutes or so.
* * *
‘I’m almost finished,’ Tony said, dumping the vacuum cleaner in the under-stairs cupboard. ‘It’s taken me all day, but I’m almost there.’
‘The place looks lovely,’ Desiree said, following him into the lounge. ‘Where did they come from?’ she asked him, gazing at a huge bunch of flowers on the window sill. ‘Did a girl send them?’
‘A woman,’ he replied.
‘Oh, I see. Have you known her long?’
‘All my life,’ he said with a chuckle. ‘Desiree, my mother sent them.’
‘Oh, right.’ Feeling stupid, Desiree sat on the sofa and crossed her long legs. ‘What did my mum say when you were in the garden last night? Did she talk about me?’
‘She talked about the weather, the house, the garden…Nothing of importance. I’m going to have a glass of wine. Are you going to join me?’
‘Er…Yes, yes, I will.’
‘Had a good day at college?’ he called, as he grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge.
‘Not bad,’ she replied, wondering whether alcohol was a good idea as he placed two glasses on the coffee table. ‘Pretty boring, really. When will you go back to work?’
‘I’m back tomorrow. I’m off to Ireland for a couple of days.’
‘You’re going away?’ She sighed dolefully.
‘Belfast. There’s a computer network problem…I won’t bore you with that.’
‘How often do you have to go away?’
‘During the last six months, I’ve been out of the country most of the time. Things are hectic at the moment.’
‘So I…I won’t be seeing much of you?’
‘Probably not. We’ll have to make the most of our time together.’
Feeling despondent as she sipped her wine, Desiree was sure that a romantic relationship with Tony would never develop. How could it? she pondered. He’d be working away most of the time and…and she’d rebuffed him when he’d made an advance. As he sat next to her on the sofa and placed his hand on her knee, she knew that she’d have to allow him to fondle her. If she wanted a chance of a relationship, she’d at least have to allow him to touch her.
‘I’m sorry about last night,’ Tony said. ‘You must have thought me pretty unreasonable?’
‘No, no.’
‘It’s just that you’re such a beautiful girl. I couldn’t help myself.’
‘You don’t have to apologise,’ she replied, smiling at him. ‘It was my fault. I’ve never had a boyfriend. I’ve never had sex and I felt that things were moving too fast.’
‘I promise to behave from now on,’ he said as his hand left her knee.
‘I’m going to miss you while you’re away,’ she said softly. ‘Will you phone me?’
‘Yes, of course. When I get back, I’ll only have twenty-four hours and then I’m off to Th
ailand.’
‘Thailand?’ Desiree said, her dark eyes widening. ‘How long will you be there?’
‘A week, most probably. The reason I always volunteer for the work abroad is because there’s no one to come home to. The other lads are married so they’d rather not be away too much. As far as I’m concerned, I might as well be in Thailand as here in the UK. And the money’s a lot better.’
‘Oh, I see,’ Desiree murmured.
‘If I find someone and settle down, then I’ll not go for the jobs abroad. In the meantime, I might as well earn all the money I can.’
‘I don’t suppose we’ll ever get to know each other properly. With you away most of the time…’
‘I don’t have to do the Belfast job. Ian, my colleague, has relatives in Ireland. He wanted the job but I got in first. As I said, I have no one to come home to.’
‘I’m here,’ Desiree said hopefully.
‘I know, but…You said yourself that you’re not ready for a relationship.’
‘I didn’t say that. I do want a relationship. It’s just that…’
‘You only want half a relationship? I’m not trying to push you, Desiree. But there’s more to a relationship than chatting and sipping wine. I know that you don’t want to rush things, but I’m away for two days and then I’ll be in Thailand for a week and…Unless we make the most of our time together, we’ll never get anywhere. It could be months before we really get to know each other. There’s a job coming up in California. It’s a three-month contract and I’m trying to get it.’
‘Three months?’ she echoed, her heart sinking.
‘If I had someone here, I wouldn’t go for the job.’
‘You have me, Tony. I’m here.’
‘Yes, but…’
‘I do want a proper relationship. But I don’t want things to move too fast.’
As he leaned over and kissed her full lips, Desiree felt his hand squeeze the firm mound of her breast. She daren’t back away as he stroked her sensitive nipple through the thin material of her T-shirt. This was probably her only chance to begin a proper relationship with Tony. If she messed this up, if she backed off or pushed him away…A she slipped his hand beneath her T-shirt and lifted her bra clear of her young breasts, she closed her eyes. He stroked her nipples and squeezed her milk teats, sending waves of pleasure through her trembling body as he kissed her passionately.
