Chapter 2

“I need to ask you something,” Robert says.

“Ask away,” the girl replies almost in a singsong kind of way.

“That’s first time, did you enjoy being fucked?”

“Of course I did.” She answers biting her lip. The memories of losing her virginity come unbidden, making her squirm. “It hurt at first, but it felt a whole lot better after a bit. And the next day it barely hurt at all.”

The soapy water sloshes gently in the tub that the girl occupies. Robert leans back on the toilet seat cover and sighs. “I’m glad your parents trust me enough to have you over here.”

“They think you’re tutoring me,” she says smartly. “Besides, you’re a respectable teacher, they don’t suspect a thing.”

“That’s a good thing then,” Robert muses.

“It is for now,” she agrees. “But I don’t think we can carry this on for the next few years.”

“And why not?” he asks, grinning down at her.

“Because I won’t always be in your class,” she reasons.

“You’ll be in the same school. You can always use the tutoring excuse,” he informs her. “Besides, once you’re driving, you can always say you’re going to a friend’s house or something.”

“I don’t understand why it has to be this way,” she pouts.

“It’s the safest way,” the man states. “I wish it could be different.”

Cynthia peers up at him and smiles. “Are you going to marry me when I’m old enough?”

Robert returns the smile in kind. “Of course I will.”

Giggling excitedly, she says, “I think I’m all clean.”

“I can’t tell with you under all those bubbles.”

“Would you like to see more of me then?”

He nods. The desire rising in her makes her all giddy. She stands up and out of the tub. Robert’s eyes fix on her. Her toes wiggle against eh bristly rug sitting just outside the tub. At the sight of her, Robert shifts on the seat lid, a bulge obvious in his pants. Her tongue peeks out to wet her lips. Cynthia grabs her towel and swipes the excess bubbles clinging to her body away. When the towel flutters to the floor, her tiny breasts are now vulnerable to his eager gaze. Her pink nipples are hard and sensitive as one of her hands brushes over them. The girl bites her lip as she parts her legs, her slit now revealed.

“Do you like what you see?” she teases.

He nods again, gesturing for her to come to him. The bath now forgotten, Cynthia pads over to the other side of the bathroom and sinks down on the floor, on her knees before the expectant man. With his expectant gaze upon her, she reaches out to take off his pants with her fingers fumbling in their haste.

Finally, his manhood is reveled, hard and thick with veins surging to its full size in her grip. Her eyes light up and she leans down, licking up the length and the muskiness searing onto her taste buds. A soft sigh come from her as she reaches the broad head. Her mouth muscle presses tightly to it before she slips back down to the base. Her fingers dig into his sack and lifts as she sucks it into her mouth.

“I love how fast you learn,” he murmurs, one hand drifting down to wind in her hair.

Cynthia breaks off her mouthful, giggling at his remark. Her giggles are infectious and Robert chuckles himself, watching as she begins to lap her way up and down his shaft. Her tongue is again down at the base. She purrs happily as she leaves a series of smothering kisses all over his balls.

“I knew the first time I saw you that you would be on your knees so readily sucking my dick.”

“Oh?” Robert nods and she blushes, giggles again. “I do really like being on my knees.”

“That is where you belong.” The slightest hint of a smirk appears at the edge of his lips. And then he bursts out with laughter, shaking his head in amusement and causing her to arch an eyebrow quizzically. “Ah, I am fucking with you, dear girl. The look on your face...”

Cynthia frowns, slightly unhappy. Quickly enough though, she pushes the remark away and leans forward with her attention refocusing on the throbbing shaft. Her hand closes around the base, giving one long, slow stroke up to the head, sliding back down to repeat the journey. Her fingers keep up a languid rhythm while she descends here and there, sampling every little inch with streaks of saliva staining the thickness. A stream of precum appears, drawing her attention. With a deft scoop of her tongue, she sucks up the dollop. The sharp taste makes her shudder. Her free hand moves to her cunt which is just dripping with her arousal. A few fingers slip past her folds to stimulate the walls beyond.

More rivulets of precum seep forth. Each one falls prey to her hunger. Before long, her hand is stroking quicker and stronger, up and down, up and down. The grip in her hair tugs her upward. A whine comes from her pouty lips as she is deprived of that cock. “Get on the bed,” he orders, standing finally from the toilet seat cover. He shoves her out of the bathroom, into the bedroom.