Chapter 2: By the Fire

“Do I think you’re pretty?!” he repeated like an idiot.

“Yeah ... Do you?”

There was a tremble in her voice.

“Pretty...” he thoughtfully pursed his lips “you’re probably the most beautiful girl I know. Hell, you’re not just beautiful, you’re HOT!”

He felt his dick react to his train of thought.

Careful Ronny-boy, how many beers was that, how many Whiskeys...?

He saw a small smile slip across Dahlia’s face.

“Thank you Mr. G.”

“You can call me Ron.” he heard himself say.

Jesus, dude, why?!

“Thank you, ... Ron.”

The change in her voice was subtle, but he noticed it even in his slightly addled state.

“So ... why would you ask me that?” he prompted again as he lifted the glass to his lips.

Again she was silent for a moment, then:

“I find you pretty hot too, Ron.”

Her voice was barely above a whisper.

He almost choked on the sip he’d just taken.

“Thanks...” he wiped his chin “So ... what do we do with that now?” And why the fuck would you say that?!

She bit her lip, then abruptly stood up, came over to where he sat on his lounger, and climbed into his lap, straddling him.

Oh boy!

“I want to have sex with you,” she whispered.

You fucking what now?!?!?

He stared at her. His dick had been hoping for some action at least since the burger-sauce moment.

“Dahlia I ... you’re 16, I...” he stumbled over the words.

“17 next month.”

“Jesus...”

She’s GOT to be joking!

His dick was now fully hard and straining painfully in his pants.

“Dahlia, you have no idea how much I ... God ... how much I’d want to, but...”

“Please Ron. I want my first time to be special and with someone special,” she pleaded “I’ve had a major crush on you for years.”

She’s a virgin?!

She looked at him earnestly.

His head was spinning.

“I’ve dreamed of having sex with you so often...”

He grabbed his crotch, trying to adjust his painful erection.

“Fuck ... I ... I’ve dreamt of you too...” he admitted hoarsely.

Why, dude?!

“Then what’s the problem?”

She asked, desperation creeping into her voice.

“You’re a minor, Dahlia, I’d...”

God she smells good!

“Nobody has to know, it can be our secret.”

She looked at him pleadingly.

His eyes fell on her daring cleavage.

Noticing she yanked down her low cut top and bra, revealing perfect, perky tits.

“I want you so bad, Ron,” she said, taking his hands and placing them on her breasts.

They felt amazing.

OhGodohGodohGod!

“Fuck!” He pressed out again, reflexively squeezing with his hands.

“Yes!”

She leaned in and started kissing him. Her lips were soft and sweet from the wine coolers, her mouth open and inviting.

He gave in and greedily kissed her back, kneading her boobs with both hands, then slipped one hand down her back to her ass - it was as firm as it looked.

No, Ron, what the fuck are you doing?!

She moaned enthusiastically, grinding down on his trapped dick and started to unbutton his shirt.

God this feels way too good...

She slotted close up against him, pressing her breasts against his naked chest.

I’m gonna die ... and go to hell.

They kept making out like this, Dahlia pressed against him, grinding herself against his dick, Ron’s hands moving all over her until he finally broke the kiss.

“Okay ... okay...” he said breathlessly - the voice at the back of his head descended into an apoplectic fit.

“Here’s the deal: after your birthday” she pouted “no hear me out. Kirsty probably told you about our cabin up in the mountains?” Dahlia’s eyes seemed to glimmer in the low light.

“Yeah?” she breathed.

“After your birthday, come and meet me up there.”

“Okay!” she beamed.

“Great. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to wank off or die, my dick’s hurting so bad.”

Her face lit up.

“I could suck you off?” She whispered.

He stared at her, his coherent thought all but flatlining.

This has to be a fever dream...

“Didn’t you say you’re a virgin?”

“Well yeah, but I’ve had boyfriends. They want stuff, so sucking them off seemed like a good idea. I’ve also done anal a couple times when they got real pushy...” she added apropos of nothing.

Ron stared at her blankly, his tongue darted across his lips when one last shred of decency flashed at the back of his head.

Wait, hang on...

“What do you mean ‘they got pushy’?”

“Well, you know what guys my age are like...” she shrugged “Horny pretty much all the time. And I’ve seen porn, so at some point I thought ‘hey, why not try anal if it makes them happy’ so...” she said matter-of-factly.

No. No no no, nononononoooo...

“Fuck.” He mumbled again.

“Whaddyasay?”

“You’re still 16...”

“So what? Another few weeks.”

“Dahlia I...” her bare tits distracted him.

“Okay.” He finally said, giving in to his desire.

“Great!” She started undoing his belt and fly.

“Dahlia, do you really want to do this?” He heard himself ask.

She looked at him with a confused frown.

“Yeah I do, I offered it.”

She fully untucked his shirt and slipped down the waistband of his underpants.

Ron gasped as his cock was finally freed from the painful restraints of the fabric.

“Wow, I’ve never seen one this big before...” she looked awestruck.

Ron gave a near hysterical chuckle.

Dahlia took his rock-hard shaft in her hand and gave it a tentative stroke.

Ron groaned.

She smiled, got up and draped herself over the lounger between his legs.

This is really happening.

“You’re fucking insane.”

She popped his tip in her mouth and started sucking him with a dedication he had never seen anywhere but porn.

“Jesus, Dahlia...” he pressed out.

She moaned around his cock like it was some delicacy she had been craving.

Ron’s head rolled back and the fingers of his left hand combed into Dahlia’s soft, long hair.

It didn’t take long for any remaining vestiges of clear thinking to completely vanish from his mind.