Chapter 3: Delivering the Goods

Lying back on her bed, Morgan read through the papers again. Okay, so she had let Mr. Creepy see her naked in the mall dressing room. That was one thing. How do you go from that to having sex with him at his own house. Like that was ever gonna happen. Five thousand dollars was a lot of money though.

She crammed the papers under her mattress.

The next day she kept thinking about how ridiculous it all was. During math class she shook her head and thought “What does he think I am, a prostitute?” An image of Arthur came to mind, all 250 pounds of him.

“Hell, he’d probably crush me” she murmured aloud to herself during math class. The pimple faced boy in front of her turned around and looked at her like she was insane.

Later on at home she stared at a blank paper with only the title “John Locke’s Constitutional Impact” written at the top. With dismay she tore off the page and shoved it in her history book. Stupid history.

She looked back at the new blank page. She doodled a heart on the top right hand corner and a powerpuff girl on the top left. And then on the top line she scribbled the word `Conditions’

If she were ever going to do such a thing with a stranger, just what conditions would she require?

“Number one with a bullet ... nooooo kissing”. She would sooner have sex with him than kiss him. The image of his face came to mind. Ewww, no way.

She continued to scribble her hypothetical conditions: No kinky shit(ropes, handcuffs, etc.), no pictures, nothing to do with my butt, no licking me down there, only 30 minutes-not 60, no slapping or pinching, I can stop whenever I want, I can not do it if I want.

And last but not least, NOTHING goes in my mouth!

She thought the last one was silly with all the, umm, Snapple she had drank but this still was something she wasn’t sure of. Not that it was gross but she’d feel pretty stupid if she couldn’t do it right.

Morgan tore off the page, folded the scribble list and hid it inside last year’s school yearbook.

She thought of getting her license in two years. Heck if her mom would buy her a car. $5,000 would be a nice start. All she’d have to do is let Arthur use her for thirty minutes. Ha, maybe he’d let her watch the Family Guy while he did his business.

She sighed and looked up at her computer screen, noting that as usual her cam was full with its limit of 30 viewers. Hmmm. What was thirty times five thousand dollars? Wow, a hundred and fifty thousand. Shit, she could buy like ten cars for that much.

Morgan glanced again at the list of her `guys’ on the screen. Those horney bastards watching my every move. She felt a surge of excitement course through her body. Hmm, summer was coming and maybe it was time to try on her old bathing suits, see how they looked. Clear out the small and worn out ones. She knew she might have to try on each and everyone to decide.

And much to her voyeurs delight, she did.

As the week wore on her thoughts constantly drifted to Arthur’s `offer’. She recalled the lust in his eyes when he watched her strip. How would they look when he entered her, or when he was having an orgasm? What would his hands feel like on her? What would his penis look like? Would it fit in her? Would it feel good?

She knew it would.

By Thursday, for the fun of it, she had neatly written her conditions on a fresh sheet of paper. This time she sealed it in a blank envelope.

That night she masturbated to the thought of him touching her.

Friday she addressed the envelope.

That night she masturbated to the thought of him having sex with her.

Saturday morning, with shaking hands, she slipped the envelope in the mail drop box at the post office. When she heard the letter hit the bottom of the box she got the shivers.

Now she would have to wait for him to get it and then post the times. Why hadn’t she mailed this days ago? It probably wouldn’t be delivered till Monday, maybe even Tuesday.

By the time Tuesday rolled around Morgan was a nervous wreck. She had hardly eaten a thing all weekend. At noon she cut out from school to ride to the mall. She just had to check now.

When she got to the mall she found she had no idea where the mall offices were. When she finally found the message board she scanned it quickly and there it was. A small sheet of torn notebook paper with some times and dates. He had gotten the letter. And now she could pick the exact time she would lose her virginity. Her hand shook as she scribbled a `MH’ next to Friday at 4:30.

She then noted the word `look’ on the paper with an arrow to the left. She looked across to the other side of the board and saw a tiny scrap of paper. On it was an address. His address.

She took it.

Arthur sat by the window. He glanced at his watch again. It was now 4:45. She was already fifteen minutes late. Once again he belittled himself for such a stupid ploy. Did he really think she would show? He suddenly felt lucky that a patrol car hadn’t already pulled in the driveway.

But the letter had come, and she had initialed the time.

To think that if she were on time he could be touching, tasting, fondling, groping and fucking that tight little body right now. So young, so beautiful. Please show up.

He glanced hopefully out the window again. There she was, riding in on her bike.

His heartbeat suddenly doubled.

Morgan pulled into the drive and rode up to the front door. She carefully parked it behind the bushes and looked up at the front door.

Her heartbeat suddenly doubled. What the hell was she doing? Anything could happen once that door closed behind her. The next time she came out it might be in a body bag, or in pieces.

Before she had a chance to chicken out the door opened halfway and Arthur popped his head out.

He half whispered, “Hey, thought you got lost, come on in.”

Before she knew it she was inside his house and the door closed softly behind her. A totally ordinary house. If this was a few years ago she’d probably be standing in this same spot in her little brown uniform selling cookies.

Arthur couldn’t help but stare at her. She looked incredible in her little jacket top and those tight yellow Capri pants. Those toned calves, how he wanted to put them over his shoulders. Whew.

“Sorry I’m so late.” She managed to blurt out.

Arthur regrouped, “That’s quite alright. I’m just glad you made it okay.”

Morgan couldn’t have felt more awkward, almost frozen. She avoided his gaze but knew he was staring at her.

“Umm, I feel kinda weird, ya know.”

“Oh sure, sure. I understand.” he stammered. “Uh, have a seat. Can I get you a wine cooler or something?”

She sat on the couch and looked back at him. “Umm, `kay.”

“Great”, Arthur disappeared into the kitchen.

Morgan looked at the door and knew this would be her last chance to leave. She felt frozen to her seat. Too late. A moment later Arthur was back. He handed her a cold bottle and sat in the seat across from her. She quickly took a big sip. It felt good. Her hand was still shaking. She could use like twelve of these.

Arthur tried to easer the tension.

“So how do you like high school?”

Morgan looked up. “I don’t start till next fall, I’m only in eighth.”

Arthur gulped in shock. An eighth grader? He was about to fuck an eighth grader?

“Is that okay?”

Arthur grinned. So innocent, so god damned beautiful, so fuckable.

He gave his friendliest smile. “It’s just fine.”

She took another large drink. She could hardly bare him staring any longer.

“So, how’s this gonna work?” she finally stammered.

Arthur got up and walked to the closet. He opened it up and pulled out a brown paper bag.

He sat next to Morgan. He opened the bag and pulled out a three packs of money. Two were bundles of $20’s and another of $10’s. He used his thumb to flip through the money.

“Five thousand. Just pick up the bag on the way out.”

Morgan nodded.

Arthur continued. “But first we go back there for awhile.” He looked off towards the hallway. “Nothing kinky, nothing weird, just like in the conditions.”

She nodded again.

Arthur stood up. He reached for her hand. “You ready?”

Morgan finished the rest of the cooler and set the bottle down. She took his hand as she stood.

Arthur led the way down the hall. Down the hall to the biggest fantasy that a homely old guy could dream for.

Morgan followed behind him. She noted how he almost waddled as he walked, his one arm swinging. Such large meaty hands he had. She knew he wanted to touch her all over. She felt a buzz from the wine cooler kick in and she relished it. She suddenly felt relaxed again. She wanted to be touched.

As she walked down the agonizingly long hallway she glanced at all the family pictures on the wall. Seems that pimply faced boys have all grown up and joined the navy or something. And his wife, oh my so huge, no wonder he’s out there looking. Morgan figured at least four of her could fit inside that big mama.

They entered the bedroom. A large room in typical colonial décor. She glanced at the clock, 4:55pm.

Morgan stared at the oversized bed. This is where she would lose her virginity. She looked at Arthur. The large man was rubbing his hands together as he looked at her. She would lose it to him.

“Just please tell me what’s going to happen next. Just so I know what to expect.”

Again Arthur smiled, “Of course.” He sat down on the edge of the bed in front of her.

Morgan bit her lip as she stood there. She felt silly.

“Why don’t you start by taking off your sandals.”

She stepped out of the pretty white shoes.

“See, that was easy.”

Morgan forced a smile.

“Now unbutton your pants.”

She reached down and unbuttoned.

“Good, now unzip them”

She did and then looked at him. He didn’t need to voice the next command. She had done this before for him.

She opened them and slid the tight yellow capri’s over her butt. They dropped to the floor.

Arthur’s cock was already rock hard in his pants. As he stared at her lacy white panties it got even harder. How nicely they fit on her, barely covering the tender lips beneath them. Not too long from now he was going to have his cock in there.

“Now the shirt.”

Morgan took a deep breath and then lifted her shirt over her head. She was now standing if front of this stranger in her panties and matching lace bra.

“Just magnificent. Why don’t you take out your pony tail.”

She did, her blonde hair now cascading over her bare shoulders.

Arthur sighed, “Now turn around for me.”

Arthur watched her turn. What a great little body, toned legs, tummy, arms, and a tight little ass. Damn, even as she stood with her legs together her thighs didn’t touch. He couldn’t wait to touch her ... and in a moment he would. He stood up.

Morgan was surprised that he had her lie on the bed before taking off the rest of her clothes. But he wanted her to. She climbed onto the bed and lay face down, her chin on her hands. She tried to think of the money, all the things she could do, or the car she could save for. But those thoughts quickly dissipated. She wondered what his penis looked like, what it would feel like inside her.

“Okay, I’m just going to touch your feet and then move up your legs, okay?”

Morgan nodded.

Arthur kneeled at the end of the bed by her feet. He stared up those luscious young legs, her loose panties exposing the curve of her precious bottom. He wiped the sweat off his hands and caressed her foot.

Morgan closed her eyes when she felt his hand touch her foot. Her whole body seemed to go numb for a moment. His hand began to caress her ankle. Then he kissed her heel. It’s happening, it’s happening right now.

She could feel him slowly inching up onto the bed. She opened her eyes when his hands moved to her calves. Such big hands. Looking off to the side she could see Mrs. Arthur staring right at her from a portrait on the night table. Those wide eyes staring, almost in disbelief.

Her calves were exquisite, tiny muscles packed into a tone little package. He couldn’t help but kiss them as he fondled and since he hadn’t heard a peep from Morgan he wasn’t about to stop. He needed to move further onto the bed. He gripped her one ankle and slowly parted her legs a few inches more.

Morgan tried her best not to jump when he moved her leg but felt so exposed now as he climbed further between her legs. Deep inside she knew she could never let him know that at this point she would probably let him do just about anything he wanted to her. His hands and kisses moved to her thighs, and in between them.

“I’m going to slide my hands onto your bottom now.”

He felt her tense up.

“You okay?” He saw her nod slightly.

He slowly slid both hands under the loose material of her panties and gripped her firm cheeks. Oh god he could cum right now in his pants. He closed his eyes for a moment and just savored the feeling. He thought of the first moment he saw her on the escalator and wondered what he’d think then if he knew he’d be doing this right now.

He opened his eyes again and smiled as he could see part of her little pussy as he kneaded her firm ass. He stared intently as his thumbs pulled her cheeks apart; exposing her most intimate parts to him. Parts he knew that no grown man had seen before.

He moved further on the bed and put his hands on the small of her back. Such perfect skin.

It was time to move things along now.

Morgan felt him leave the bed. She looked and he had moved to the side of the bed now. He looked back at her.

“I’m going to take off my clothes now. I want you to roll over on your back.”

Morgan rolled onto her back with her head on the pillow. She watched him disrobe. He certainly wasn’t a candidate for a Bally’s fitness commercial. He could use to lose a good 75 pounds as he must have been over 250 pounds and he was quite hairy to boot. When he pulled off his underwear his penis bounced and pointed straight out. She almost giggled at its springy nature until she remembered what he intended to do with it. It hit her again like a ton of bricks. He was going to make love to her. No, that wasn’t it. He was going to fuck her.

Arthur climbed onto the bed next to the nubile young beauty. He kneeled then sat down on his legs next to her, his knees touching her side. He leaned back a bit, sucked in his belly and his cock pointed skywards. He pushed the hair down around his cock so she could see all of it.