I felt the bed move. It caused me to wake. I lay there a few seconds before I realized I was not alone. Lying next to me was my 14-years old neighbor girl. I could her hear her quiet and regular breathing, sleeping soundly in the afterglow of our sex. She appeared not to have a worry in the world. It wasn't like that a few weeks ago though when she was sitting on my couch, sobbing, tears streaming down her cheeks, begging me not to tell her parents what I had just seen. After some careful negotiations, we came to a compromise that keeps me happy, and, from her present state, her too I would assume.
On that fateful day, I had gone out my back door to do some work in a secluded portion of my backyard. As I worked I heard giggles and other sounds coming from behind my lawn shed. Quietly I made my way to the corner and peeked around. There was Martha and her boyfriend, both naked on a beach town. She was on her back, legs up and spread wide with him over her, sawing his pencil cock in and out of her teen vagina. A few more seconds and I heard, "Marty, here I cum. Take it baby, take it all."
To avoid a confrontation with the boyfriend, I quietly left the area vowing to bring up the scene to her later when the opportunity arose. About 2 hours later I headed out of my garage on my bike for a quick jaunt around the neighborhood as I regularly did. As I went out, Martha was sitting on the flagstones that formed the knee-high wall that marked the joint boundary of their property and mine. She was sitting in the sun reading a book. Her beautiful legs were now covered from waist to knees where a few hours ago her creamy white flesh was on full display. I closed my eyes and could still vividly relive the memory of his dick pumping in and out of her baby chute.
"Hi Martha, how are you doing today?" I questioned. She looked up at me, but said nothing, of course, that was nothing new since a year or so ago when I caught her and a couple of her friends taking things out of my shed when I was not home. They sold what they took and pocketed at least a hundred dollars.
I decided it was time to play a trump card. "Martha, how about coming over and talking with me when I get back from my bike ride."
"Why should I?" she snapped.
"I just thought you might like to talk with me before let your mom and dad know what you were doing earlier this afternoon out back."
"Like what did you think you saw?" she snapped.
"Martha, Martha, Martha, let's don't make this more difficult then it already is. We both know you were sharing a blanket behind my shed with that Stewart Martinelli. I must say, your titties and pussy are really quite nice looking."
"What were we supposed to be doing?" she questioned.
"Well, I'd have to say it was much more then making out a little."
"You didn't see anything, your just trying to force me to pay you back for what you accused my friends and I of doing last year.
"I'll put it to you like this, "You were on a dark blue beach blanket with a red strip on one side. You had your clothes off. Your bra was yellow and your panties white with green bows. Does that sound like I don't know what I'm talking about?"
Suddenly she was interested in talking with me. "What all did you see?" she asked.
"You're going to have to wait until I get back. When you see me come home, come around to the back door so nobody sees you come in. I'll meet you at the back door."
She said nothing, but the fear in her eyes said much. I knew she would be over and that I had enough on her to press for some pleasure and excitement.
I took my time to make her sweat. I knew her parents weren't due back for another 2 and a half hours so I had plenty time when I did get home. As soon as I came around the corner, she rose and made her way between our properties and to the backyard. I put my bike in the garage and walked through to the kitchen and looked out the door. Sure enough, there she was.
I opened the door and ushered her in and to my family room. "Take a seat while I get something to drink. Would you like a soda too," I asked her.
"No thank you," came her reply.
"Ok, but you may want something in a little while and I might not be in the mood to offer then," I suggested.
"Do you have any Dr. Pepper?" she asked.
"Yes, is that what you want?"
I poured soda for the both of us and walked back and took a seat across from her.
"What do you want to talk to me about," she asked.
"Well, like I told you, I saw you and that Martinelli kid back behind my lawn shed. You were lying on your back and he was over you, humping and pumping for all he was worth. Do your parents know you're doing it?"
"Mom suspected something about 6 months ago and got me on birth control pills. I wasn't doing anything with Bobby Tolan then. When Stewart came and I told him I was on birth control, he talked me into doing it with him."
"How many times have the two of you done it?"
"I don't know, maybe 50 or so," she said.
"I'd have to say you've been busy then," I told her.
"I don't know about that, a couple of my girlfriends say they do it at least once a day. We do it 2 or 3 times a week," she admitted.
She sat there thinking a minute. I could tell she was thinking about how to tackle my knowing about her. I remained quiet to give her time to decide what her next move was going to be.
"What are you going to do?" she asked.
"What do you want me to do?" I ask in response.
"Well, the first thing I don't want you to do is tell my parents. If they knew, they'd both kill me. They already told me they would send me away to a boarding school if they caught me again."
"What would you suggest?" I asked her.
"Could I give you a part of my allowance every week so you don't tell them?" she asked.
"No, I don't want your money."
"What do you want then?" she asked me.
I sat there a minute contemplating how I wanted to break the news to her; I wanted her pussy.
It was then that I got the shock of my life. Out of the clear blue, she said to me, "Would you like to fuck me?"
"You'd do that?" I asked.
"Yeah, if it meant my parents didn't find out that Sidney and I are having sex."
"That sounds like an interesting proposition. Come over here."
She stood up and walked across the room to stand in front of me. I reached out and grasped the elastic waistband of her shorts and pulled them down over her hips. I then reached up and grabbed the band of her panties and pulled them outward and down to expose her pussy. She had either not started to grow fur yet or had shaved it clean as a whistle. I lay two fingers right at the top of her pussy crack in front and commented, "You have a very beautiful pussy. Does that Martinelli kid appreciate what he's getting?"
Spread your legs a little," I demanded.
Without hesitation she did and I turned my fingers over and placed two against the underside of her pussy lips. I could feel the heat and a bit of moisture that I presumed to be the kid's cum. "Do you and him fuck bareback?" I asked her.
"We usually do it naked," she responded, "if that's what you mean."
"No, does he use a rubber when he's in you to cum?" I asked her.
"No, I told you I'm on the pill. We don't have to worry."
"Well, I would most certainly worry if I were you. Most forms of birth control are not 100% effective. Even the pills sometimes don't work if you take some medicines. Did you know that?"
Her eyes got big and she looked down at me. "If you fuck me, are you going to depend on my pills to protect us?"
"No, if we do anything, I plan to use at least one other type of birth control too. There's no way I want to be fingered as the guy who knocked you up at 14 or 15. Can I pull your panties and shorts off?" I asked her.
"I guess if you don't tell my parents."
I slid her panties and shorts down around her ankles. I returned my hand to her pubis and snaked my finger between her lips, searching for her little jump button. I was pretty sure I found it when she began pressing her mound against my probing fingers.
"Getting stimulated?" I asked.
"A little," she reported.
"Does it feel good?"
"Yes," she responded.
"Do you want to go upstairs and do more?"