Rachel sat in the rocking chair enjoying the feeling that the warm evening rays falling gently on her bare breast induced deep inside her. She was taking advantage of the evening tranquillity to feed her new baby outside in the fresh air and, looking down on the barely hair covered head of the tiny being that was nuzzling hungrily at her nipple, she experienced a deep feeling of love and tenderness and realised how fortunate she was.
Supporting the baby in the crook of one arm she alternately used her free hand to lovingly stroke the side of her baby's tiny face and to cup her unused breast and tweak its nipple. This also induced an increasingly erotic feeling that, coupled with the loving feeling, threatened to completely overwhelm her. Rachel could feel her pussy becoming moist but she knew that there was little she could do to satisfy her needs as she was still quite tender down there and she knew that the stitches she had needed after childbirth had probably not yet dissolved. It was still a week away from her next visit to the doctor to have both herself and her child checked out.
Half dozing in the sunshine she thought back to how it had all started. A friend of her married sister had visited with her new baby daughter and allowed Rachel to hold her and to feed her bottle to her. The motherly feelings that this action caused in Rachel suddenly made her think of getting a baby of her own and the fact that she had only just turned 16 didn't enter into the equation at all. While she was aware of the 'Facts of Life' Rachel had not yet 'gone all the way' and the heights to which her sexual experimentation had 'soared' were still down at the touching level. She had permitted boys to undress and then fondle her bare breasts and to tickle and tease her nipples but the line had been well and truly drawn at her panties. One or two boys had succeeded in feeling her pussy through the material of her panties but she had allowed no-one to get a hand inside them.
Deep French kissing and petting did get her aroused but the morals and values that had been instilled in her all through her childhood and teenage years had too much of a hold on her and, while she often became very excited and wet and swollen 'down there', she had never fully let go. A few times she had fondled her partner, usually through his pants, and on a couple of occasions she had opened his zipper, taken his member out and stroked it until he reached a climax, catching his spendings in a handkerchief. Even the excitement and eroticism of this had not really tempted her to go further and Rachel had never really been in danger of losing her virgin status.
There was no real boyfriend at that time and the only boy that she saw much of was her friend Ron, who she grown up with and known almost all her life. Ron seemed, to her, to be a bit of an innocent and had never given any indication of having any carnal desires or thoughts about her. Rachel considered him a friend, never a boyfriend, and they did things together just as friends rather than as possible lovers but this sudden desire for a baby suddenly gave her pause to reconsider the position and status that Ron held. He was quite a good looking boy, had a kind and gentle nature, was polite and considerate and she knew her parents thought a lot of him. Just like that she decided to seduce him and make him her first lover and father to her first child and she planned to waste no time in carrying out her plan.
Ron was coming over later that evening to study with her and she decided to begin work on him. Retiring to her room she stripped off and examined herself in the closet mirror - about 5 foot 4 inches tall, just over 100 pounds in weight and most definitely a blond. Her breasts were not huge but they were of a good size and nicely shaped, tilting upwards quite cheekily, tipped with pink nipples and small light brown aureoles and sitting quite high on her chest. Rachel felt quite certain that she had nothing to worry about, breast-wise, as all her previous suitors had marvelled over them, praising profusely, when she had allowed them near. Her hips flared out to what she thought was just the right amount and the small swell of her tummy below her small deep-sunk belly button looked to her to be sexy rather than plump. She kept her pubic hair trimmed tidily and there was just a small swath of pale blond hair above the beginning of her vaginal split and, without opening her legs to see, she knew from previous examinations that the bulge of her pussy was quite pronounced and made the gusset of her panties stand out. Long shapely legs going down to trim ankles and smallish feet completed a package that she was quite proud of and worked at keeping trim and tidy.
The selection of the right clothes would be essential for the first part of her planned seduction and she finally settled on an old well worn and shrunken tee-shirt that was becoming a bit ragged and loose fitting, a short skirt and thin pale blue coloured panties. When she had donned the chosen clothing she checked herself in the mirror again and decided that she had achieved the look that she wanted, a sexy vulnerable waif that wasn't aware of her own sexuality.
When the doorbell rang I opened it and greeted Ron who was standing on the porch with his books, smiling,
"Come on in, Ron. Let's grab some milk and cookies before we start. Come on into the kitchen." And I led him into the kitchen where mother was preparing dinner. "Ron's over to study with me. We're going to take some milk and cookies to my room and get started. Is that OK?"
"Hello Ron. Yeah that's fine, Rachel. Is Ron going to stay to dinner?"
After confirming that he would be staying we headed upstairs and, after kicking some music into life, we sat at my desk and opened our books and began, nibbling our snack as we did so. Every so often I leant over and stretched out for a pencil or something and allowed my tee-shirt to gape open. Without making it obvious I kept watch on Ron as I did this and I noticed that while he definitely felt guilty about it he regularly sneaked a peak at my partially exposed breasts.
An hour later I decided to move on a bit and so I stood up and stretched, lifting my arms high above my head and coming up onto my tiptoes. The bottom of my shrunken tee-shirt rose quite high, exposing my belly right up to the bottom swell of my breasts and the hem of my skirt also lifted up my thighs and the crotch of my panties must have nearly been on view.
"God I get stiff sitting at that desk for too long. What about we perch on my bed and quiz each other for a change?" without waiting for a reply I grabbed my book and moved to the head of my bed and sat down.
Ron stood, and following my lead, stretched as well, grabbed his book and sat at the bottom of my bed. He looked decidedly uncomfortable and I guessed that the implications of being on a bed with me were starting to dawn on him. I moved to the centre of the bed and turned to face him and sat crossed legged in a lotus position.
"Why don't you move further onto the bed like me and make yourself comfortable?" Ron was not meeting my eye as I spoke and at first I thought he might protest or refuse but then he lifted his legs and moved as I had.
With complete abandonment I took no care to cover myself and just allowed my skirt to rise almost to waist level. I concentrated on keeping a completely innocent look on my face as I opened my book and fired the first question at Ron. There was no response and, when I sneaked a look at him, he had his eyes glued on the exposed expanse of panties that my sitting spread-legged made available to his view. I had a pretty good idea of what he would be seeing as, with my panties stretched so tightly, the prominent bulge of my pussy would be pushing out the almost see through cloth. My patch of pubic hair would be almost invisible as it was so faint coloured but I knew that the long split of my pussy would be clearly visible. Despite my best intentions, I couldn't help myself from becoming aroused at the thought of what I was doing and I knew that soon my lips would begin to swell and open up, bringing the pretty pink folds inside into view, and I would become quite wet, maybe even oozing enough to make a clearly visible patch on my panties and making them even more transparent.
Finally Ron managed to drag his eyes from under my skirt and when he saw that I had caught him perving on me he blushed bright scarlet. I smiled at him and asked him,
"Enjoy what you see? Not giving you naughty ideas I hope." and watched in amazement as he turned even brighter red.
"Sorry Rachel. I didn't mean to. I won't do it again." Ron looked and sounded extremely contrite and he obviously meant what he said about not doing it again.
"Don't be silly Ron. If I minded you looking then I wouldn't have let myself show like that. Do you want to see more?" when there was no reply I asked again, "If you want to see you'll have to tell me. I don't want to do anything that you don't want."
Finally he nodded, still not able to meet my gaze and so, with a bit of a gulp to cover my nervousness, I reached down and inserted the fingers of one hand into a leg opening and pulled the crotch of my panties aside baring and exposing more of myself, he probably could see one lip in it's entirety. Ron stared, completely enraptured, and his tongue poked out and licked his lips. I wasn't the only one with a dry mouth.
"Dinner's ready, you two. Come down right now as I'm just dishing out." Mom's shout broke the tension and I think we were both relieved.
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