Chapter 4: Amanda

There are pretty girls, there are prettier girls and there are even girls that some guys just describe as gorgeous. And then there is Amanda Winston. Off the dial, way beyond gorgeous. Beauty pageant beautiful!

Oh my! I swear I stopped breathing when she stepped into the room. Never have I ever ---

“Whoa.” That’s all I could say. “Whoa.” I couldn’t believe it. I just stood there with my mouth open.

“Is something the matter, Mr. Wilson?”

I shook my head, and truly wanted to slap myself to make sure that I was not dreaming.

“No, everything is fine, Amanda. Everything is fine. Come in, please. This is the first time that we have met, and I was just taken aback by your beauty. I’m still shaking my head. You are an incredibly beautiful girl. I’m almost speechless because I have never seen anyone as beautiful as you, and I certainly didn’t expect to find such a person in my office.”

“Well, you’re pretty good looking yourself, Mr. Wilson. Don’t let anybody kid you about that.”

“Please call me Matt. Mr. Wilson sounds very old.”

She laughed.

“Tell me about you, and about your family.”

“I’m fifteen years old, but I’m going to be sixteen in two weeks. I will be starting my third year of high school in the fall, and I’m in all what they call HP classes. Those are the classes for the kids with high potential. I live with my mom and dad, and our pet dog Charlie, up on Sandy Hollow drive.”

“Do your folks work?”

“My dad works at a company in the city that makes things, but I’m not exactly sure what they make. My mom doesn’t work. She just stays home and takes care of us.”

“And you know what this program is all about?”

“Yes. I’m a little nervous about it, but I know it’s for the better, and it helps, now seeing you. I mean, you’d be fun to date and stuff.”

“Have you dated much?”

“No, I’m not allowed to, both from the city rule and from my mom.”

“Well, the whole purpose of this course is to let you experience the joys of having sex. Somebody figured out, long ago, that if you are sexually satisfied, you are a happier person. So we have this course to teach you about different ways to have sex, and hopefully satisfy you each time. If you’d like, you can undress in the bathroom, or you can just stay here with me to tantalize me with your beauty.”

She didn’t have much to take off because it was the middle of July and plenty warm outside. As I watched, she carefully unbuttoned her blouse, draping it over the arm of the chair beside her and then immediately reached back to unclasp her bra. While not as large as her mother’s, Amanda’s breasts had the same shape. They were long and slender, shaped like a water glass at the dinner table. But I immediately noticed a difference. Amanda’s nipples were what I have learned are called “puffies.” They had their own special shape at the end of her breast, almost asking to be sucked and caressed.

Amanda is tall and slender, five feet eight inches tall, with light blonde hair that reaches to her shoulders. Her complexion is perfect, almost china doll like, with high cheek bones, delicate lips and very light blue eyes.

As she dropped her bra, her breasts stayed firm and up high, despite their length. Those puffie nipples were bright pink and the puffie feature just added more excitement to her figure.

While I was admiring her chest, she casually removed her Bermuda shorts. In a move that surprised me completely, she stepped directly in front of me, wearing a very small pair of filmy bikini panties.

“I’ll let you take these down,” she said with a very coy smile on her face.

Without moving my head, I gently rolled her panties down until they fell to her ankles and she was able to step out of them. My face was three inches from one of the most beautiful pussies I have ever seen. A triangle of blonde hair, not at all curly, spread across the top of her crotch, possibly five inches wide. It tapered down, not quite to the bottom of her labia, and not anywhere near the crease of her legs. Just a perfect triangle of pussy hair.

I sat there, just staring, almost paralyzed with her beauty, unable to move until I caught the first whiff of her scent. To hell with my plan, I thought. She can blow me some other time.