Chapter 1

I don’t know who is responsible for table planning at events like this but I do know that if I met them I would like to thank them immensely. I might even give them a big kiss as a thank you for giving me the opportunity that presented itself that night. It was back in June and I was attending a gala dinner for young achievers in London. I had been recognised as a talented up and coming photographer and at the age of 14, nearly 15, I had won a couple of top awards.

I wouldn’t say I was looking forward to the dinner. I had to wear a dinner jacket which went against my inner creativity, but my mother had insisted. I also thought it would be very boring to be honest. But my mother said “Oliver Ashton, I am not going to argue with you, you are going.” And that was that. She did however say that since I was nearly fifteen, and since we lived 3 hours away I could stay over and get the train back the next day. I was looking forward to this new freedom that had been offered me.

A little bit more about me. I am gorgeously handsome. Ha, yes I know, but not very modest. But it’s pretty much true. I have been inundated with requests from girls to ‘go out’ with them since I was twelve. At the start it was all very innocent but I soon began taking advantage of this power I seemed to have over girls. If I were to describe myself I would say I am like Jonny Orlando with a little bit more muscle. I am definitely not muscly but I am not weedy either. I am fit though.

So I started to take advantage of this power that I had by firstly feeling up Belinda Falconer’s tits through her blouse after school one day after I just turned thirteen. She refused at first trying to be a good girl, but when she realised that I might go and find a girl who would, she became a lot more compliant. Soon her blouse was undone and my hand was inside her bra titillating her small titties. She did enjoy it, especially when my tongue started flicking her hard nipples. But she would not let me anywhere near her pussy, no matter how many attempts were made. So Belinda Falconer was dumped and Georgina Bedford was the next girl to ‘benefit’ from my wandering hands.

Georgina was the first girl I finger fucked and gave oral stimulation to. Boy did she writhe in pleasure with my head between her legs and my tongue forcing apart her pussy lips and sucking on her clitoris. She was also the first girl to be totally naked in my bed and also the first girl to suck my cock although she did not swallow. Georgina did plenty to keep me entertained although she would not let me fuck her. It was Rachel Carson that won that little award. Georgina and I were still boyfriend and girlfriend but I met Rachel at a junior disco in town. She was a sexy little thing like a Barbie doll. I approached her and told her how hot she looked and soon we were chatting away in a dark corner. We started smooching and I could tell straight away she wanted more. And I told her: “I want you naked in my bed”. She giggled and basically gave me every indication that I was onto a good thing. The following day she came round to my house and we fucked. It was her first time as well.

I was sure Georgina would find out but amazingly she never did. So for the next few months I fucked Rachel and fooled around with Georgina, finally fucking Georgina when she relented and allowed my soldier to enter her tight little stable. So I was fucking both girls for fun. Six months later I binned Georgina and started fucking her best mate Olivia. I am not sure why to be honest, she was no better looking that Georgina, I guess I just wanted the chase and the kill. I fucked Olivia a few times before getting bored. I was now well into my thirteenth year and constantly on the prowl, using my pretty face and hard body to entice girls into my bed.

Back to the evening in question. I was early due to the train times and was seated at the table at 5.30pm. The event started at 6pm. Each table had a chaperone. Luckily mine was a young man name Colin who was nineteen. We chatted for a bit before anyone else got there. We hit it off and were like mates after ten minutes. I joked about meeting some hot pussy tonight and Colin laughed, which told me he was also a player.

The table started filling up. Firstly, a pig ugly girl called Janet who had saved someone’s life was seated opposite me. Next to her was a twelve year old boy named Alastair who was a chess champion and looked like he came from nerd central. Fiona was sixteen and a swimmer and had massive shoulders, definitely not my type. Philippa was fifteen and did some amazing charity work. She was bang average if that. I did ask myself if nothing better came along whether I might make a play for her. Fraser was incredibly shy and had written a novel. Connie was seventeen and a dancer whilst Neil was thirteen and a golfer. I was seated next to Colin, to his left. Connie was on his right and already Colin was chatting her up and she was definitely interested. The place next to me on my left was reserved for a girl called Tammy Harper-Jones. She had not arrived yet and so I was forced to try and make conversation with the next person along who was Fraser, the shy one. I ended up just telling him about me.

Finally, at a few minutes after six Tammy Harper-Jones appeared. Now my first impressions were that she was small, cute and too young for me. I smiled politely and introduced myself. She did likewise and said a few ‘hi’s’ to people round that table. Colin introduced himself to everyone at the table and explained that he was the table host for the evening. Everyone then introduced themselves in turn and then explained their area of achievement. Tammy it turned out was a tennis player who excelled in her age group.

Colin soon returned his attention to Connie and so I started chatting to Tammy. At first it was all very pleasant, she explained her tennis career to date and what she had achieved. She was very chatty and outgoing which was a blessed relief after Fraser. As she was chatting I was becoming more enchanted by her and began to wonder if she might not be too young after all. I poured Tammy some water and as I did she tried to speak to Fraser, unsuccessfully. “He’s a bit shy” I said and Tammy giggled a little and said “aw, poor little guy”.

So Tammy and me became engrossed in each other. Tammy was not stereotypically pretty, but she definitely was. She had deep dark brown eyes and brown hair but that description does not do her justice. She had a slight frame with little boobs which was covered by an off shoulder dress that stopped just below he bum cheeks, which it hugged expertly. She had a gorgeous ass. She did not appear to be wearing tights. I explained about my photography career and flirted with her a little saying she would make an excellent model. She flirted back saying “I bet you take advantage of all those gorgeous girls you photograph Oliver” she said with a knowing smile. “I don’t know what you mean” I mocked.

The more I chatted to Tammy the more I found myself attracted to her and even aroused. Not that it was visible, but my balls were definitely twitching. I could sense that she found me attractive as well. The way her eyes gazed into mine and then how her eyes soaked in my beauty. But I was constantly wondering if she was old enough for me to make a play on her. Her flirting suggested she was. She said I would look great in a pair of tennis shorts. I asked her how short her tennis skirt was and that she could model it for me.

Finally, I asked the question: “How old are you Tammy”. She answered in a very flirty manner by saying “how old do you want me to be”. We I couldn’t help myself and before I could think I whispered in her ear “old enough for me to get you naked in my bed”. It was a huge risk. There was no explaining that comment if she took offence. I was ready to fake horror and surprise if she slapped me. But she didn’t. In fact, she giggled and caressed my leg under the table with her hand, my inner thigh, up and down but not so high as to brush my tackle. That was my answer, Jesus, this girl was up for some fun.

We ate our starter and all the time I was thinking. How do we get out of here and up to my room. In between courses I asked Tammy if she was staying over but she was not. Her mum was picking her up at 9pm although the disco afterwards went on to 10.30pm. “Why so early” I asked? “I thought this was going to be shit” she explained adding “Didn’t know I was going to meet Oliver Ashton though did I? I’ll call her after the main course and see is she can come later”. That she did, but unfortunately her mother only gave her another half an hour to 9.30pm as they lived an hour away and she did not like driving late at night.

When Tammy was away phoning her mother I took the chance to speak to Colin. I asked him how old he thought Tammy was. He thought maybe thirteen. I explained that she was dead keen on me and I was not sure what to do. Colin laughed and said that if she was keen then she was old enough. I then told Colin to cover for us if we disappeared to do a little smooching. Colin winked but said we must make sure we went up for our awards.

The awards ceremony was due to begin at 7.30pm. It was a little late getting started but soon we were under way. Luckily with a name starting with the letter ‘A’, I was third up on stage to get my award. At around the surnames beginning with ‘E’ I turned round to Colin and said “fuck me this is boring, I’m off to have a wank”. Colin laughed and shook his head. Before the awards began I had said to Tammy what I would do and after her award to meet me outside. It was about fifteen minutes later that I hear the name Tammy Harper-Jones getting announced onto the stage. Five more minutes passed before she appeared outside the main ballroom. We smiled at each other.

Tammy looked fucking amazing in her slinky dress. If social protocol had allowed I would have stripped her and fucked her there and then, bent over the large sideboard with her screaming orgasmic pleasure across the whole of the Hilton foyet. But I had to act the gentleman a little longer. “Congratulations on your award Miss Harper-Jones” I mocked. “Why thank you kind sir, however can I thank you for such a complement?” she said, her comment dripping with suggestion. I gave her look which said ‘I’m trying to control myself here darling and you are making that very difficult’.

We both walked to the elevators. I was conscious what others might think we were doing and whether it was obvious. In the elevator Tammy bit her lip whilst devouring me with her eyes as we stood on opposite sides. Soon we were at floor seventeen. Being the gentleman, I held the door open whilst Tammy got out. I stared hard at her ass as she lead the way and I made sure that she saw me looking as she turned round. “It’s room 717 round to your left” I told Tammy and she led the way in the narrow corridor so that I could again look at her ass. As we came to the room door I gave her ass a slight smack and said “You have a fucking amazing ass”. Tammy giggled apprehensively.