The Missile 3
Copyright© 2026 by Zen Master
Chapter 2: Not Everything, but Close
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 2: Not Everything, but Close - The third in a continuing series about how the Missile came to be the man we all know.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa GameLit
If Cindy was coming back to my room, I needed to clean up some more. I used the bathroom, washed my hands, brushed my teeth ... I took another quick shower.
Mr. Jeffreys was right. I was sitting at the table looking at medieval weapons training places when the door unlocked. I wasn’t getting anywhere, anyway. The closest place was in Birmingham.
It was either Cindy, coming to spend a wonderful night with me, or it was her father, coming to kill me for wanting a wonderful night with Cindy, right? If it wasn’t Cindy I was ready to pull my mace and my shield out and fight for my life.
It was Cindy. I met her at the foyer, after she closed the door. She even turned and put the safety block on, the one that’s mounted on the wall and has to be undone from this side of the door, before she jumped in my arms.
“We have all night, but we can’t ... do everything. Mom got me on the pill Thursday after school, but it takes at least a month to work. We can still have fun, though. Can we do what we did last time?”
“Sure, but when you’re done I get to do the same thing to you. I’ll get dressed first, so we don’t have any ‘accidents’.”
I kept holding her, though. She felt really good. After a couple of minutes I moved over to the sink so she could put her weight on the counter, but I still just held her. “After we’re done, can I just hold you like this all night?”
She nodded her head, then said “Yes, please.” And then “You couldn’t even tell us apart, me and Sally!”
“That’s not true! When she snuggled up on me, I pretended to not realize it was her, and I told her ‘If you lost that much weight just going to the bathroom, you need to go see a doctor.’ Ask her!”
“I will! Okay, so maybe you can tell us apart.”
“I can tell you apart. You feel like a soft wonderful woman. She still looks and feels like a boy. She’s just not done cooking yet. She needs a few more years in the oven.”
“Hmmph. I could have shoved her in the oven when I saw that.”
“Now, now, where would George find true love, if you did that?”
She started giggling. “It was funny, what Daddy said.”
I nodded. “It was.”
After a bit Cindy slapped my back. “Let me down. I’ve got chores to do.”
Before I let go of her I said “And then I get to do my chores.”
She put me back in the bathroom doorway, just like the hotel room down at Ft. McClellan, then took my shirt off and told me to hold onto the door frame and not let go until she said I could. Then she walked over to the beds and took her top and her bra off before she came back.
She gave me another hug, and it was a lot better than with our shirts on. After a few minutes she started sliding her hands around on me. Then she started sliding her face around on my chest, kissing it several times. Oh, yeah, I’m gonna do THAT, too!
Eventually she got down on her knees and dropped my pants to let Junior out. She rubbed her face on that, too, for a while. Eventually she got to work, and, well, it didn’t take too long. It took longer than the first time last week, but it was still pretty quick. It was still incredible, too.
I had to tell her to stop, it was too sensitive, and she just held it for a while. I could grow to like that. Well, it wasn’t gonna grow right then, but it would before long.
I guess she decided that we were done, because she got back up and hugged me again before letting me go. “Okay, you have to get dressed again before I can lose anything else.”
Sure. That’s what we’d decided. If I’m wearing jeans, she can’t accidentally get pregnant. I pulled my shorts up and then my jeans and redid my belt. She was leaning against the wall watching me when I got done with that and told me I didn’t need my shirt, so I took two steps and hugged her again. Bare skin-to-skin was MUCH better than with our shirts on!
I spent a while holding her, rubbing her back, and trying to tickle her with feather-touches. She didn’t start squirming, but she did get goosebumps so that was definitely something to work on when we had time. I wanted to play with her front, too, though, so I moved us until she was standing in the bathroom doorway where I had been earlier, then I told her it was her turn to put her arms up and hold onto the door frame.
She didn’t want to do it. I had to help her put her arms up and put her hands on the door frame. “It’s my turn. I did it for you, and now you have to do it for me.”
“I don’t know about this.”
“Well, I don’t want to just be a taker. You gave me wonderful pleasure, and now I have to give you as much pleasure as I can. Um, you’re the first woman I’ve ever done this with and I don’t know what I’m doing. I know what I want to do, but you’re gonna hafta tell me if I’m doing it right.”
My God, that was fun! I stroked her back while I kissed her neck. I ran my fingers up and down her sides while I nibbled on one of her ears. I kissed her shoulders, I ran my tongue across where her collarbone crossed her neck. I kissed the tops of her breasts while my hands gently ran across her middle.
I kissed all around each of her breasts, then rubbed my face on them. They were so soft! Except for the hard nubbins at the center, which I didn’t do anything with except rub my face on them. She was stretching towards me, though, so it probably didn’t hurt.
I moved back up to her neck and her other ear, and finally I held her beautiful breasts for the first time while I was nibbling on her other ear. When I started to move back down again, I said “You aren’t telling me what I should be doing here.”
“I like everything you are doing. I love what you were doing with my breasts. You should do that more, but I might do something we shouldn’t do. We’ll see.”
Well, she actually used a four-letter word that begins with ‘R’ there but I’ve been warned to not put it in the ‘published’ version because the book will get banned in seven states. Why? Teenagers say stupid things all the time. When they get all excited they say LOTS of stupid things!
I licked and nibbled and kissed her neck some more while my hands played with her breasts, and then I moved back down to them. This time I tried to be a little more aggressive.
I mean, I’d never done any of this before, but I’d studied a lot of ‘training films’ from the ‘net. I’d seen a lot of different things a man could do with a woman and I wanted to try them all. Except maybe anal sex. That was supposed to be dangerous for both of us, with a chance of injuring her and getting me sick.
Not to mention how disgusting it was. I wanted her to give me head again! Every day! Twice a day! Three times a day! Was she going to want to do that after I shoved it in her ass? I didn’t think so, and I wasn’t about to ask her.
This time I was a little rougher with my hands and my mouth. I kissed them harder, I licked them harder, I sucked on her nipples and gently nipped at them.
She complained at that last, saying that was too rough. Everything else was wonderful, though. I could keep doing everything else all night.
Nope, I got places to go, things to do. After I was sure I’d kissed every part of both breasts at least twice, I started moving down her torso. When I got to her waist I undid her pants and slid them down to her feet, then dropped her panties. I had to take a deep breath through my nose. That smelled so good!
That wasn’t going to work, though. I lifted each leg and took her shoe off and then her pants and panties, but I couldn’t get to what I needed to get to so I stood back up. “Cindy, I think you have to be laying down for this.”
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