Chapter 2: Old George's Old Friends

It was about a week later. I was coming home from school in my usual uniform of a white, short sleeved, collared blouse with buttons down the front, a blue pleated skirt, white socks and tennies. And my usual white bra and white panties. I’m a young girl and I don’t date and I really don’t have need for anything fancier. As I walked past George’s house, I saw there were a couple a cars parked in front of it. George had guests. Were these the old guys he told me about? The ones who wanted to look at me? I felt a tingle between my legs, as I went inside my house. I put my books down and went to the fridge for a soda but there was a knock on the door. I turned around to answer it.

“Hello Megan. I just noticed you walking home from school. How are you, dear?”

“You just noticed me, George? What were you doing ... watching for me to come home? I’m fine, by the way.”

“Yes, well I have some milk and fresh baked cookies and I’d love to share them with you. I remember when you were very young, how much you enjoyed that.”

“Well, you know me, George. I love warm home-made cookies. But I see cars in front of your house. Do you have company, George?”

“Why yes, my child. I have two friends that are visiting me; really fine gentlemen. The ones I told you about. Why don’t you stop by, have some milk and cookies and say hello? I know they’d love to meet you.”

“Did you tell them about your peeping through the fence at me and about what we did the other day?” Something inside me was lighting up.

“I might have mentioned it but my, you look lovely today, Megan, in your pretty school clothes. Let’s get you some of those cookies while they’re still warm.”

‘Oo, warm cookies and milk’, I thought. ‘And a chance to meet new people. How nice.’

We walked next door, to George’s house. I could smell fresh baked cookies as soon as he opened the door. Yummies. We went inside and there were two old guys and when they saw me, their eyes opened real wide, like they were startled or something. They got up when we entered the living room.

“Megan, I’d like to introduce you to my very good friends, Mr. Dow and Mr. Jones.”

“How do you do, sirs? My name is Megan.”

“My God, she gorgeous”, Mr. Dow said as he seemed to be sucking in his breath, which I didn’t understand. “And so young.”

“And she looks so innocent”, said Mr. Jones, also speaking very low. Don’t these guys know I can hear them?

Mr. Jones asked: “George, how did you ever...?”

“Gentlemen, please. I invited Megan over for some milk and cookies. Let’s give the young lady a chance. We can get acquainted while she’s enjoying her snack.

Megan, I might have mentioned, lives right next door. She’s 14 years old and she just got home from school, as you can see from her school clothes.”

“Of course. Very nice to meet you”, said Mr. Dow.

“Yes, indeed”, said Mr. Jones. “Very nice to meet you. And I must say, you are lovely, my dear.”

“Thank you, sir. Same here. Not lovely, I mean...”

“No need, Megan. We know what you meant.”

Mr. Dow looked a lot like George. Old, kinda overweight and kinda bald. But Mr. Jones was the most handsome old guy I’d ever seen. He was trim, he had a kindly face and he had all his hair, although it was all gray and white. And he dressed nice.

“May I take a picture of you?” As Mr. Dow pulled out his phone.

“Gentlemen, please!”, said George. I live right next door. We’ll have no picture-taking of a 14 year old girl.”

“Of course. How stupid of me”, said Mr. Dow, looking a little unhappy. “Shame, though.”

I listened to them with interest. I’ve had my picture taken before. It’s no biggie. But why was it a shame? Oh well.

“Why don’t you sit down in the comfy chair, my dear. I’ll get the milk and cookies from the kitchen.”

I plopped myself down in the chair, opposite the two men on the couch. It was the same one I was sitting in the other day when George and I uhhh...

I didn’t know what to say, so I just sat there, feeling stupid, when I realized they were looking at my legs. No, that’s not right. They were looking in between my legs. Shit. When I sat down my skirt rode up on my thighs and my legs weren’t closed, which was very embarrassing and I pulled my skirt down primly and closed my knees. It didn’t immediately occur to me that I’d spread my legs obscenely in that very chair for George only a few days ago. Then it hit me and I didn’t know what to do, so for the time being, I kept my knees together and just smiled ... not sure what I was doing there. The two old guys had funny looks on their faces, like they were hungry, which made me feel uncomfortable. This was awkward.

Thankfully, George came back with the milk and cookies and put them on an end table, near my chair and joined his two friends on the couch, opposite me. This was after school snack time and I dove into the warm cookies, which relaxed me. I didn’t realize it at the time but my legs had also relaxed and sorta opened themselves.

“Megan goes to Our Sisters of Perpetual Orgasm Middle School, where, she tells me, she’s a very good student. She’s in the 8th grade. Is that correct, dear?”

“Uh, huh.” Munch, munch.

“Only 14”, sighed Mr. Dow.

“And only in the 8th grade”, sighed Mr. Jones.

“Tell us, Megan ... It seems a little unusual that a girl as young as you would enjoy the company of old men, such as ourselves.”

“Oh, I’m really OK, with it, sir. In fact, I kinda like it. Old guys, that is.” Feeling much more comfortable now, I smiled at George. He smiled back. “I have fantasies about old guys. Oops. Maybe I’m not supposed to say that.”

“It’s quite alright, Megan”, said George. “I may have spoken to my friends a little about you. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Well, umm ... like what, George?” Was it my imagination or did it suddenly get warmer in here. And are those guys leering at me? I may be young and naive but I know what ‘leering’ is when an old guy looks at you like that.

“I’ve told them about my peeping on you.”

“You have?” That you’ve been naked while watching me undress and masturbate in my backyard since I was 12? You told them that, you old perv?”

“Since she was 12, George?” Mr. Dow asked. “My God!” And he rubbed himself through his pants. Was he jerking off inside his pants?

“Yeah but I only started masturbating last year, so it’s not like I was doing it since I was 12.” Shit, now I’m telling them about my masturbations. What the fuck was wrong with me, here?

“Yes”, said George. Quite right. I’ve watched Megan undress and spread her legs and finger herself since she was 12 but she didn’t have her first orgasm until she was 13.”

“Jesus!” Said Mr. Jones and he also rubbed himself through his pants. “This is unbelievable.”

I was feeling even warmer. This sex talk was making me feel kinda nice between my legs. Trying to be cool about it, I rubbed my thighs together slowly, part of me hoping they wouldn’t notice and part of me hoping they would.

“Megan? I have to admit I told my friends about your fantasies and about last week.”

Totally embarrassed: “You told them I took my clothes off and masturbated while you watched me and jerked off? Is that what you told these old men, George? I mean, Jesus, what they must think of me!”

“Actually”, said Mr. Dow. “We think you are a very beautiful, very sexy young woman and looking at you sitting there, all innocent, with your short school skirt riding up your thighs, exposing your gorgeous legs, we can see why George is so fond of looking at you. I would be, as well and I think I can speak for Mr. Jones that he agrees.”

“Quite”, Mr. Jones agreed. “And I think I can speak for Mr. Dow that it would be fantastic if we could get naked and watch you, also ... for your fantasies, that is”

“Jeeze, I’m a house with a whole bunch of pervs, who just wanna watch me undress and stick my fingers in myself. I’m only 14, for fuck sake.”

“Yes, we are pervs, Megan but would you like to tell my friends of your fantasies about being watched by perverted old men?”

‘Jesus, their eyes just lit up and they’re rubbing themselves harder.’ Well, it was fun. I mean, they’re only fantasies, right? And about last week with George? Also a fantasy.

“Yes, Megan,” said Mr. Jones. “Please tell us about these fantasies of yours. About old men.”

“Yes, please, dear child”, implored Mr. Dow. “Tell us of your 14 year old girl fantasies.”

“Jeez, I dunno.”

“George?”

“Yes, dear?”

“Maybe if you took your clothes off and got naked?”

George lit up. “Why, that’s an excellent idea, Megan. How thoughtful of you to ask.” And he began to undress, loving being naked in front of this beautiful, innocent 14 year old 8th grader; showing her his old man’s cock and balls.

“So what about your fantasies, little miss?”

“Well, OK. I guess so. Except this is all very private and you know, kinda embarrassing.” I wasn’t even aware of it but my legs had spread apart and my blue pleated skirt rode up even higher on my thighs. The men looked in between my legs and rubbed the boners I could see in their pants.

“Is this getting you excited, sweetie?”

“Excited? Gee, I dunno, George. What does that mean? And it’s kinda warm in here, doncha think?”

“Why don’t you tell us your fantasy, Megan?”

“Well, OK. You see, I like old guys. And, I guess, pervy old guys, like you, I guess. In my fantasies, I take my clothes off in front of old men and I’m forced to masturbate, while showing off my body to them. Also, they take their clothes off, also and jerk off. It’s kinda like what me an George did last week, except I’m very embarrassed right now.”

“Please, dear heart”, said Mr. Dow. “Don’t be embarrassed. Why don’t Mr. Jones and I remove our clothing to make you feel less embarrassed.” And without waiting for a reply, the two men joined old George in removing their clothing.

I’d never seen anything like it. Not even in the pornos. Three old men were taking their clothes off right here, right now, in front of me. And one of them is gorgeous. There was no other way to look at it ... this was my fantasy and I was getting very hot. Wow. Just look at all these cocks and balls. And they’re getting hard.

“Jeez, George, you’re taking your clothes off and now Mr. Dow and Mr. Jones are taking their clothes off and you all have boners and your cocks are really beautiful and ... Oh shit! Should I not have said that?”

“It’s quite OK, dear girl. Showing you our cocks and our balls is our fantasy, like it is yours.”

The three men were now naked and stroking their cocks.

“Do you like what you see, little girl? Asked Mr. Dow. “Three old men stroking their hard cocks while you watch?”

“Little girl”, said Mr. Jones. “Yes, I like that. It appeals to the perv in me.” Isn’t there something you’d like to do now, little girl?”

“I’m not sure.”

“George? You want me to open my blouse and show you my girlish white bra, while you and your friends watch me? I mean ... I’m only 14 and all of you are like, really old. What will your friends think, George?”

“Well, my dear, I’ve already seen your bra and it is quite charming but as for my friends, here, I think they would be quite happy about it.”