Part II

Annie and I hardly spoke or saw each other for most of the next week. Between online school lessons and her new friends, she was suddenly a very busy girl. I suppose I should have been happy for her. She was finally experiencing the kind of life I’d always imagined for her; focused on her education and a healthy social life with kids her own age. And I was happy for her in that regard, but I still missed her terribly all the same.

We’d spent so much time alone in that house for the first month or so, with no outside visitors, that it pained me to be apart from her now and share her with others. She had so completely filled a void in my life that I hadn’t been consciously aware of until she was no longer there. Those feelings, however, only compounded my guilt because of how selfish they were.

It was, therefore, a welcome and unexpected surprise when, on a rainy Saturday evening, as a late-summer thunderstorm raged outside, Annie suggested we have a movie night.

“Just like we used to,” she said.

Of course, I was overjoyed that she wanted to spend time with me. I’d thought our relationship to be, if not ruined, at least strained beyond repair by what had transpired on her birthday.

“You should invite some of your friends over,” I helpfully suggested, hoping to make the evening less awkward for her. “You could have a sleepover if you want.”

Curiously, her face fell when I said that. “I was kind of hoping it could just be the two of us tonight,” she said quietly.

That surprised me too, but I wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

“Sure, of course, I’d love that,” I said with a bit too much enthusiasm. I inwardly cringed at how desperate I sounded, but an excited and grateful smile brightened Annie’s pretty young face.

“I’m going to take a shower and get ready,” she reported, then rushed upstairs.

I couldn’t believe she was so excited to spend time with me, and I floated upstairs to do exactly the same, changing into my cozy shorts. Then I put together the snack tray and carried it into the den. Annie reclined in her usual spot, wearing a long white t-shirt pulled down to mid-thigh. She already had the movie cued up. When I set down the tray, she levitated her feet off the cushion and I slid underneath them. Only then did I notice that she’d brought the lotion with her.

“Can you do my feet, please?” she asked, handing me the bottle.

“Yeah, of course.”

I tried to act nonchalant about it, but in fact I was thrilled to resume that little tradition as well. I hadn’t given her a foot rub since the day I embarrassed her by asking her to close her legs. While I filled my palm with lotion and got to work, Annie pressed play on the remote. As usual, touching her feet elicited a ticklish response, but she battled to keep her squirming and giggling under control. I was grateful to see that she was conscientious enough to hold down the hem of her shirt this time to keep it from bunching around her waist and exposing herself.

The movie she picked for us to watch wasn’t one I was familiar with, and I didn’t catch the title before it started. Something about a laughably naïve university student interviewing a smug business man with the world’s most punchable face. Not that it mattered. I was too distracted by thoughts of Annie and the things we’d done in her bed that night. That, and the sensation of her smooth skin under my hands as I rubbed lotion onto her feet and legs. The movie was little more than background noise. Then I heard the naïve student say the smug businessman’s name for the hundredth time and something clicked.

“What is this again?” I asked as I glided my hand over Annie’s plump calf.

She didn’t answer me right away and I almost repeated the question. Then her eyes swiveled to mine and she responded in a soft, timid voice.

“Fifty Shades of Grey.”

My hands slowed. I was aware of the movie and its reputation but I knew nothing of the plot. I recalled that it had something to do with BDSM and was supposedly quite erotic. Annie noted my bemused expression and rushed to defend her choice.

“It’s romantic,” she said.

Bemusement turned to skepticism, then confusion. “Wait, you’ve watched this before?” I asked, and from her deer-in-headlights look, it was obvious I wasn’t supposed to know that. She smiled sheepishly and nodded. “When?”

“A couple days ago.”

I couldn’t recall her watching any television a couple days ago. In fact, she’d hardly been home at all, running off to play with her friends as soon as she finished her schoolwork. Her friends. Hm. I narrowed my eyes and furrowed my brow.

“Where?”

Here, for the first time, I thought Annie might lie to me. I saw it on her face. The mouth that opened but said nothing. That little pause to consider what to say. In the end, though, and to my great relief, she didn’t try to deceive me.

“At Morgan and Poppy’s.”

Morgan and Poppy Schneiderman were the fourteen and sixteen-year-old daughters of neighbors Alan and Samantha. I knew the parents quite well, but had only met their daughters in passing. During parties, the kids were usually off doing their own thing. I wondered if Alan and Sam knew what their girls were getting up to when they weren’t around.

“Oh, okay,” I said with a shrug. “Is it any good?”

Annie appeared relieved by my apparent indifference. What the hell else was I going to say to her, though? You’re too young to watch this kind of movie? I’d been naked in her bed just last week, and allowed the poor girl to suck my dick and swallow my cum. To say anything unsupportive about it now would only paint me as the world’s biggest hypocrite.

“So good,” she said, turning away. “You’ll love it.”

Despite the movie’s decidedly hard R-rated subject matter, I seriously doubted that. Everything I’d read about it told me that it was The Notebook all over again. Fascinating, even titillating, to a teenage girl, but eye-rolling and cringy to anyone who’s ever been in a serious relationship. Still, I was curious to see how she would react to it, so I simply bounced my head and nodded.

By the midpoint, my prediction proved correct. The university student was so insufferably clueless that I frequently had to stop myself from laughing when she said something utterly inane. The businessman, too, was such a cliché and an idealized vision of a dominate male that his character could only have been written by a middle-aged woman. Annie, on the other, lapped it up like sugar water, and I caught her monitoring my reaction to every sex scene.

In fact, my attention was solely on Annie. As I slowly worked my way up her legs, her knees subtly parted and I found my gaze invariably drifting downward to the deep shadow between her thighs. At the same time, my mind conjured images from that night in her bedroom and it wasn’t long before those memories elicited a response. A tightening in my shorts that soon lifted the soft, cottony fabric.

The movie heated up in the final act as the two cardboard characters explored their dominate-submissive relationship, and it became slightly more interesting, if for no other reason than the actress was pretty hot in a girl next door kind of way. My hand roamed over Annie’s leg, from her knee to the middle of her thigh, my designated stopping point. Movement from the corner of my eye, however, drew my attention as she shifted her body and placed her hands on top of her head. I glanced down and froze.

Annie had slid down and opened her legs again, causing her shirt to lift and bunch the way it usually did. Only this time, she was naked from the waist down. That night in her bedroom, I hadn’t seen her pussy, but now there it was, fully exposed and staring me. A thin slit between her chubby thighs, formed by prominent, oversized outer labia that pouted from beneath her thick, plump mons, all of it covered in a light dusting of wavy, dark-brown pubic hair.

Annie turned to look at me and read my expression, then quickly reached for the bottle of lotion and handed it to me. Absently, I took it from her.

“Don’t stop,” she said, arching her back to lift her shirt, exposing her stomach. “What you’re doing feels really good. Just keep going, okay?” Her eyes moved between mine. “Please, Sean. I want it.”

Before I could say anything, she turned away to face the television and put her hands back on top of her head. I’m not sure I could have spoken even if I wanted to. My gaze fell to her soft belly, then lower to her open legs and her cute little pussy nestled between them, and lower still to her tiny butthole, nearly hidden in the shadows of her cheeks.

My erection throbbed in my shorts. I regarded the bottle in my hand and, before I knew what I was doing, pumped lotion into my open palm. Once, twice, then a third time before setting it down on the table. My palms came together to distribute and warm the lotion, and then I rested them on the soft inner portion of her thighs.

The movie faded away, my full attention solely on the movement of my hands. I ventured far beyond my self-imposed border, moving ever deeper between Annie’s thighs, all the way to the creases that marked the top of her legs. Urgent calls from my brain to stop and retreat went unanswered and I pushed all my lingering doubts aside.

Annie held her breath and tensed as my fingers encroached on her pussy. Without turning her head, she inched her butt forward and spread her legs a little wider. With my palms on her thighs, I glided my thumbs over her plump, furry labia and was rewarded with a subtle rocking of her pelvis and a loud, throaty sigh. Using slow up-and-down motions, I gently massaged Annie’s labia and she mirrored my movements with a rhythmic bucking of her hips. Her eyelids descended and she parted and licked her lips, losing herself to the sensuality of my touch.

When I paused for more lotion, she opened her eyes to look at me. Her face was serene. I took a moment to reposition her foot so that it rested alongside my erection. She wiggled her toes and a smile spread across her face when she realized what it was. Then she petted it with her foot.

For several long minutes, I stroked and teased Annie’s pussy, gliding my thumbs over her labia and the slit between them. I pinched the flesh around her clitoral hood and slowly moved it around, then gently pulled her labia apart. In doing so, her pussy revealed its secrets to me.

Annie had the smallest pussy I’d ever seen. The graceful lines of her vaginal arch, her almost nonexistent labia minora, and the small hood hiding her tiny clit, all of it appeared undersized. In fact, the hole marking the entrance to her vagina was so narrow that I wondered if I could even slip a pinky inside. My intense scrutiny of her pussy eventually drew Annie’s attention and I saw a fleeting look of worry flit across her face.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, pulling my hands away.

“Nothing!” she said quickly.

“Do you want me to stop? If you do, please tell me, Annie. I’ll stop if you tell me to.”

“No, no, no!” she cried in a panic, grabbing my hands and pulling them back to her pussy. “It feels good, I promise. I’m sorry. Everything you’re doing feels so good. Please don’t stop.” She sounded positively distressed.

“Alright. It’s okay, honey. You don’t have anything to be sorry about. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

She calmed down and relaxed when I ran my hands over her thighs. Her smile returned and she breathed easier.

“Yeah, that feels good,” she murmured.

“Take off your shirt, sweetie. All the way off.”

Her smile widened. When she curled forward to pull the shirt over her head, I admired the way her beautiful young breasts rested atop her adorable little belly rolls. Annie wadded the shirt into a ball and tossed it over the coffee table before lying back down. Then, as an afterthought, she rubbed her foot along the length of my shaft. We both laughed.

“Take them off,” she said, but I shook my head.

“Not tonight. Tonight, it’s my turn to make you feel good.”

“But I like touching you,” she said in a small voice.

I gave her thighs a gentle squeeze. “I like touching you too. Now, just relax, okay?”

With a half dozen pumps of lotion coating the palms of my hands, I wiped them off on her body, from her hips bones to her breasts. Annie squealed loudly, grabbing hold of my wrists and lifting her knees, curling over like a hedgehog in uncontrollable fits of giggling.

“Oh-oh-oh my god!” she laughed. “Stop. Stop!”

I couldn’t help but laugh at her extreme reaction. Eventually, I managed to coax her back into a relaxed position, but whenever I so much as looked at her, she tensed and reached for my hands, giggling wildly with frightful delight. Onscreen, the business man was giving the university student a lesson in submission and it gave me an idea.

“Hey, see what they’re doing there,” I asked, indicating the television with a toss of my head. “Let’s try it, okay? I want you to put your hands back on top of your head and I want you to keep them there, no matter what. Do you think you can do that?”

Annie turned to watch, and her giggling subsided as she took in the scene. After a while, she turned back and nodded, then slowly placed her hands on top of her head. The next time I reached for her, she still tensed and giggled, but managed to keep her hands in place.

The next few minutes were sheer torture for Annie and she couldn’t stop laughing. She gritted her teeth and writhed and tensed and spasmed and jerked and yelped and even screamed in agony as I rubbed lotion into her sensitive skin. Especially when I glided my hands over her tender ribs and underneath her arms. Touching her armpits was like triggering a bomb.

With her body thoroughly moisturized, I spent the remainder of the movie lightly tracing my fingertips over every inch of her smooth skin. Underneath her feet, up her thighs, and over her pussy. Back and forth across her belly, a meandering path over her ribs, and lazy spirals around her breasts and nipples. Although far less intense than at the beginning, it still required a monumental and exhausting effort from Annie to keep her hands on top of her head the entire time.

Along the way, I learned two important things. First, I now knew where all of her most sensitive spots were located. Second, her willingness to submit to my torture that way got me harder and more aroused than I’d ever been in my life. My cock throbbed and oozed precum like a leaky faucet. By the time we finished, a giant wet spot darkened the soft material.

As the final credits began to roll, my hands converged on her pussy.

“It’s time for you to cum now, baby.”

It began with small circles over her tiny clit with my thumb while I probed the entrance to her narrow vagina with a finger. Annie was primed for an orgasm. Her pussy had steadily wept vaginal fluid the entire time I was tickling her, until it dribbled into the crack of her ass. Her labia, already naturally large and plump, were swollen and red with arousal.

Her hips moved up and down as she humped the air against the motion of my thumb. Her face scrunched and distended in agony and tension as I inched her closer and closer to her climax. My finger, however, found her vagina blocked, or at least so narrow that I couldn’t slip it inside.

“Not there,” she said, her voice strained and clipped. “Lower.”

I checked again but my finger was in exactly the right spot, resting against her vaginal well. Sensing my confusion, Annie pulled back her legs, which spread her cheeks.

“In my butt.”

She couldn’t be serious. But how much clearer could she have been? I rubbed my finger over her anus, spreading her natural lubricant around. Then I paused.

“Here?”

A tiny little nod. “Mm-hm.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, put it in there.”

Still skeptical, I gently pushed against her slippery anus and my finger slid inside. Astonished, I pushed in a little further. She exhaled a desperate groan.

“Oh my god,” she muttered between panting breaths. “So good.”

I could hardly believe it, but there was no doubt about it. Annie enjoyed having my finger in her ass. Slowly, carefully, I moved it back and forth and fucked her butt with it. Her orgasm came just seconds later. She held her mouth wide open in a silent scream as her legs spasmed, causing the fat in her thighs to softly jiggle. Then her body curled forward and she let out a keening cry that was immediately cut off when her body tensed. She closed her legs, sealing my hand between her thighs, and then the cry continued as if someone had unmuted her.

I pulled my finger out of her butt and took my thumb off her clit. A short while later, her orgasm ebbed and she was able to relax her legs enough that I could free my hand.

“Come here, baby,” I told her, holding out my hands. “Sit up.” I helped her into a seated position and then pulled her into my lap. Annie threw her arms around my neck and I hugged her with all my might until I thought I might squish her, whispering into her ear, “Good job, baby. I’m so proud of you.”

After that first night with Annie on her birthday, I was certain my relationship with her had changed forever. I was right, of course, but I never imagined that it would go in the direction it did.

The day following our Fifty Shades movie night was a Sunday, and forecasts called for scattered thunderstorms throughout the day and into the early evening. Annie was up first that morning, and I woke to the sound of clatter and banging downstairs. I threw on a pair of boxers and followed my nose to the kitchen, where I found her standing behind the stove in the same long t-shirt from the night before, attempting to cook us breakfast.

After recovering from her orgasm last night, she asked if I wanted another blowjob. Although I’d made myself a hasty commitment to go to bed immediately after the movie ended, the tickle torture had aroused me so much that I wasn’t able to resist. She sat in my lap, grinding against my erection while we made out, then I pulled off my shorts and she crawled between my legs to suck my cock. Only after she brought me an orgasm as intense as any that I’d ever had, and swallowed another huge load of my cum, did she allow me to go bed.

While Annie finished overcooking pancakes on the skillet, I made coffee and softened the butter, then we sat at the breakfast table to eat. She looked so happy, with a perma-smile plastered on her pretty young face. Her short hair was a total mess, but it only made her look more adorable and added to her charm. I found myself stealing glances at her, and she at me, and we laughed and giggled when we did it at the same time.

“Annie, I want to ask you something.”

“What?” she asked with a cheeky smile.

“Have you ever had sex before? I mean, before you came to live here?”

The question caught her off guard and she slowed her chewing to consider it, then shook her head. “No,” she said, but she didn’t sound sure.

“Do you consider the things we did last night to be sex?”

Again, her response came only after considerable thought, as if evaluating what she believed I wanted to hear. She shook her head.

“No?” I asked.

“No,” she confirmed, sounding more resolute than the first time. “Why, do you?”

“Yes, I do. Have you ever done anything like that before?”

“What’s wrong?” she asked, and it was my turn to be surprised by a question.

I quickly said, “Nothing,” and gave her a reassuring smile. “Nothing’s wrong, sweetie. I’m just curious, that’s all. That’s how people get to know each other better. By talking and asking questions.”

Annie nodded along and seemed satisfied with my response. Then she reached for the syrup bottle and doused her pancakes with another layer of sweet-tasting goodness. The girl had a serious sugar addiction. She had a sly little smile on her face when she set the bottle down.

“Can we watch another movie tonight?” she asked. “Or maybe even today after breakfast? There’s two sequels, you know.”

She’d dodged my question, which, when combined with my suspicions about her unusual talent for oral sex, meant the answer was almost certainly yes. But why didn’t she want to tell me? I considered reminding her of the question but thought better of it. If she didn’t want to talk about it then I wouldn’t pressure her.

Through the kitchen window came a soft hiss and we both turned to watch heavy rain paint my deck a dark shade of gray, until the whole thing glistening like polished lacquer. The lightning and thunder had yet to arrive, but would soon enough.

“It’s going to be like this all day, you know,” I said as I gazed out the window. “Dark and rainy and cozy.” When I turned to look at her, Annie was smiling. “What do you say we finish this delicious breakfast you cooked for us, get cleaned up, and then snuggle on the couch to watch another one of your movies.” Her smile became a grin, and she nodded enthusiastically. “Naked.”

We watched the next movie in the trilogy, but with the exception of the first ten or fifteen minutes, neither of us could have recounted the plot. I reclined on the chaise and Annie nestled between my legs, using me as a lounger. She was so short that I could rest my chin on top of her head.

As a kind of personal challenge, I rested my forearms on my upright knees to see if I could resist touching her before she said something. What I had no control over, however, was my cock, which was hard before we even sat down. It stood upright between us, a firm log of desire pressing against the small of her back. Annie reclined with her arms hooked around my legs, caressing the back of my thighs.

The anticipation was delicious and decidedly erotic. Annie fidgeted quite a lot, itching with impatience. She squirmed and shifted around. She threaded her feet behind mine. She draped her arms over the crook of my elbows. She drew her knees up and rested them against mine, then flapped her legs like butterfly wings. All the while, her movements created a subtle friction against the bottom of my shaft. It felt wonderful.

Before long, her impatience bested her. She took hold of my wrists and wrapped my arms around her body, wearing me like a man-shaped cloak. I leaned down to kiss her temple and hugged her. After that, I couldn’t keep my hands off her.

Annie was quite petite, despite being overweight. Considering her short stature, she’d look like a gymnast if she slimmed down and toned up. As it was, I loved the way she looked. Her soft, marvelous curves were so appealing and she felt good to touch and hold. I rested my hands on her tummy and she tilted her head back to look up at me when I softly pinched her belly rolls.

“What are you doing?” she asked with a little laugh.

I kissed her forehead and said, “Playing with your baby fat.”

She laughed again. “Um, okay.”

That was one of the things I loved most about Annie. She wasn’t self-conscious about her weight. I wondered if it was because she hadn’t spent much time in school. She apparently dropped out in the sixth grade, so she wouldn’t have been subjected to the same degree of bullying and body shaming that she would have if she were older. I hoped that was the case, because the idea that anyone would say mean things to such a sweet, pretty young girl made my heart ache.

We sat that way for a while, with me caressing her skin while the movie played. I cupped and traced my palms along the curving swells of her breasts. I held and lifted them, and gently squeezed them. I covered them with my hands like bra cups and lightly dragged my short fingernails over them until they met at her puckered areolae. Over and over, until her skin erupted in goosebumps and her nipples hardened. Then I glided my fingertips along the inside of her thighs, caressing her baby smooth skin.

Annie sat in my lap with her eyes closed, breathing softly. Her arms hung limp, draped over my legs. She certainly seemed to enjoy the attention I gave her. The loving caresses and stimulation of her skin. I covered her pussy and held it in my hand, relishing the feel of it under my palm. Then I gently massaged her there. A soft swirling motion over her clit with the flats of my fingers, and a gentle pinch and tease of her nipples, delivering a body-seizing orgasm soon after. She turned her head and I held her face to kiss her.

She gazed into my eyes and said, “I want to suck on it.”

Hearing those words caused my heart to beat faster and I surged against her back. “Okay.”

Moving to lie on her stomach, Annie lovingly stroked my cock. Then she kissed it. Then she gave me a slow, sensual blowjob with the softest mouth I could ever imagine. She made love to my cock with her lips and her tongue and her hand. The care and effort she put into it moved me so much that I reached for her and caressed her cheek.

“That feels so good, Annie.”

She lifted her head, her hand in continuous motion over my shaft. “Do you really like it?”

I laughed softly. “Yeah, can’t you tell?”

She nodded. “Yeah, but I like to hear it.”

“Well, I love it. I can feel it all over.” Her gorgeous smile caused my chest to swell. “What about you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you like doing it?”

“Oh,” she said, then nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, a lot.”

“What do you like about it?”

She lifted her eyes in thought, bopping her head from side to side. “Um ... hmm ... I’m not really sure, actually. I mean, just, like, having you in my mouth is really sexy.” She regarded the cock in her hand. “And I like the way your manhood makes me feel when I look at it, and when it’s all big and hard like this. It’s ... manly. Yeah, manly. And I especially like it when you shoot it in my mouth and make me swallow your seed, because it’s so, like, I don’t know. Like, I shouldn’t be doing it but I want to anyway, if that makes sense. What?”

“Do you think I make you swallow?”

Her smile faded as she contemplated the question. “Huh. Yeah, no, I guess not. I mean, I just kind of assumed that’s what you want. Why, is that wrong?”

“No, I love it, but that’s not the point.”

“Oh,” she said, her brow knotting in confusion. “Then, what is?”

Curiosity got the better of me. “Can I ask where you learned how to do it?”

“What? Sucking?”

“Yes.”

Keeping eye contact, Annie put my cock back in her mouth and rolled her lips over the head. When she settled into a slow, rhythmic pace, it became apparent that she was avoiding the question. Once again, I decided not to pursue it. Instead, I gave myself over to the sensuality of her blowjob and offered her the encouragement she said she liked hearing.

“That’s so good.” I closed my eyes and sighed. “That feels so fucking good, Annie.” A soft groan from the back of her throat made me smile and I opened my eyes to find her looking at me. “Do you like it when I say stuff like that?”

“Mm-hmm,” she hummed, nodding.

“Well, it’s true. Your mouth feels so good I can’t get enough of it.” Her eyebrows parted and she whined softly. “I love watching you suck my cock. It’s the sexiest thing in the whole world, and it turns me on so much to think about cumming in your mouth.”

Her throaty vocalizations and small desperate whines continued as her lips moved more swiftly over the head of my prick. I breathed deeply and closed my eyes. The forceful breaths blowing from her nostrils and the wet noises from her throat as she moved her tongue around painted a vivid, erotic picture in my mind. My voice sounded dreamlike, nearly a whisper.

“Oh, fuck, Annie. Oh god, that’s it, baby. Suck my cock. Just like that. Make me cum.” I groaned softly. “I want to cum for you, Annie. I want to fill your mouth with my cum. Do you want that, baby? Do you want my cum?”

“Mm-hmm, mm-hmm,” she managed to get out, her pace quickening with every word.

“You want my cum, baby girl?”

Annie scrambled to sit on her haunches so that she had a better angle and could control her movements better. Her head and stroking hand bobbed furiously in my lap.

“Oh god, baby. Oh god, that’s it. Just like that. Suck it, Annie. Suck that big dick. You’re gonna make me cum, baby. I’m gonna cum right in your little fucking mouth!”

It didn’t take long for that to happen. I put my hands on her head and bucked my hips to meet her.

“That’s it. I’m almost there. I’m gonna cum, baby. I’m gonna fucking cum! Here it comes!”

That glorious release. A euphoric explosion of semen from the tip of my cock, straight to the back of her throat. Annie’s tongue undulated as she took me deep. Deeper than she’d ever taken me before.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck, Annie. Oh god, baby. Oh wow. That was amazing. That was so fucking good!”

Almost too good. I could have fallen asleep right then. Annie spent a little more time milking my deflating shaft, licking up the seepages as they appeared. I appreciated the extra attention, but in the back of my mind I found her to be unusually diligent. She acted like she didn’t want to waste a drop.

Only when she was satisfied that I had nothing left for her did she lunge into my arms and pepper my face with kisses before locking lips and driving her tongue into my mouth. She gripped and pulled my hair, and I’m pretty sure she growled. I put my arm around her waist and pulled her to me, returning her fervency by sucking on her tongue and feeding her my own.