Chapter 13: Lou Helps a Teen with a Secret

There were a lot of side benefits to Lou’s job working at the thrift store, beyond all the cute teenagers he met and sometimes had the opportunity to fuck. He had access at great prices, to a lot of great clothes for himself, that allowed him to always look great, and be in fashion- something that was important if he wanted to keep impressing teenage girls. And because he was a genuinely nice guy, the girls actually liked Lou, and he was able to help them out in many ways. Even though Lou was a self-admitted dirty old man, who loved nothing more than banging a hot teenager, he also really enjoyed helping out girls who had more than their share of troubles.

The girls from the trailer park, in particular, had enough problems to keep a team of psychologist busy, between single parents, bad divorces, abusive step-parents (and sometimes abusive parents), alcoholism and addiction, as well as the usual assortment of growing-up issues related to parent-child relations, problems in school, sibling rivalries, and of course learning about sex and relationships.

Lou was the nice guy at the thrift store they could all talk to, without fear he would rat them out, or tell any of their other friends about their problems. Lou could be trusted to keep their conversations, and anything else that happened between them, confidential and their own little secret. Most of them had no one else they could trust like they trusted Lou, and Lou valued that trust. So when one of these teenage girls told Lou she wanted to talk, Lou had a special room set up in the back of the store where he and the girl could talk privately, with no interruptions. He had equipped the room with a giant soft leather couch, and not much else.

So it was on a quiet Sunday morning, when a really cute teenager by the name of Skylar, who Lou had seen before, came into the store alone, and walked right up to Lou. Skylar was a cutie, by any standard. She was petite and thin, probably about 5’3” and weighing less than 100 pounds. She had the tight little body of a young gymnast, and Lou suspected she was fifteen or sixteen. She had blonde hair, cut short, that she could toss to one side if she wanted, or let it hang over half her face, if she wanted to look super sexy. Today she wore a stretchy turquoise bralette, that showed off her firm a-cup pointy tits, and a tiny pair of white boy shorts, that showed off her small tight butt, especially where her firm cheeks poked out at the lower edge of the shorts. He also noticed a belly button ring with a little dangle on it that looked like a word in block letters that he couldn’t quite make out, with the sparkly stones in tassels below the script. Lou subtly licked his lips as he took in the hot little teenager, as she approached him with a concerned look on her face.

“Hey, Mister Lou,” Skylar greeted him, as she brushed her hair briefly out of her eyes.

“Hey there, Skylar,” said Lou, adding, “what’s going on this morning with my gorgeous little friend?”

“Oh, man, Lou ... could we talk. I just don’t know what to do about a problem I’m havin’.”

“Sure, Skylar,” Lou said, putting his big arm around the teen’s hot body, and walking her toward his back room. “I’ll go off the clock, so we can talk.”

“You’re the best, Lou,” Skylar responded with a smile, and put her arm around Lou’s waist, and pressed up against him as they walked.

When they reached the back room, Lou pointed to the couch, and told Skylar to make herself comfortable. She quickly jumped up on the couch, folded her legs under herself in something like a yoga pose, and waited for Lou to sit down next to her. Lou sat down, and couldn’t help looking up and down Skylar’s body, noticing the nipples poking through the bralette, her tight abs and the sparkly belly button ring and her tiny boy shorts, now stretched across her pussy bulge. He now could read the word hanging from the belly button ring: it said “SLUT” with several little jeweled tassels hanging from it.

He reached out and touched the dangling script, and said simply: “Cute, baby.”

“Yeah, well, actually, that’s kind of my problem, Lou,” she said almost in tears. “I been lettin’ all these guys at my high school fuck me, and one of ‘em bought this little belly button ring, and it’s true I guess, that I’m a slut, ... cuz I fuck anybody. But the problem is, even though I’m fuckin’ a LOT, I’m not really having much fun. I’m just not getting turned on by these high school guys, and they seem to always cum WAY before I get off, and it’s just ... well ... I don’t know”

Lou moved closer and put his big arm around the girl and pulled her against him. He stroked her firm side, between the bralette and the booty shorts, and enjoyed feeling her warm body.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Skylar whispered.

“Of course, darlin,” said Lou.

“Well, it’s really fuckin’ twisted, and kind sick, so ya can’t tell anybody, OK?” Skylar again whispered.

“Your secret is safe with me, babydoll,” Lou said, making the cross my heart symbol to her.

“So,” began Skylar, “when I was little, maybe five or six, my daddy would come in to my room, and he would touch me, down there, and it felt kind of good. But when my ma caught him once, she got all mad and threw him out, and then they got a divorce. And then just two years ago, when I was fourteen, ma got a new boyfriend and then he moved into the trailer with us, and ... well...”

“Go ahead babe, you can tell Lou,” he said, anxious to hear details of what some pervert had done to the youngster.

“Well, at first, when I was walkin’ around the trailer in just panties and a t-shirt, or in my little nighty, Dickie- that’s ma’s boyfriend- would be lookin at me, and then he would have me sit in his chair with him, and sometimes sit on his lap, and ... Well”

What kind of a nighty did you wear, Skylar,” Lou asked, even though it wasn’t really that important. He just wanted to hear her describe it, and maybe fantasize about her in a sexy little nighty.

Skylar smiled, thinking of something less dark. “It was really cute, Lou! It was a little babydoll nighty, made of this really cute turquoise blue chiffon material. This color, like my bralette today. And it was kinda sexy, I guess, because it had little frilly lace cups up here, that covered my titties ... but ya’know you could kind see through the material.”

Skylar giggled as she went on: “And the nighty was all that same kind see-through chiffon, and under the top part, it split open in front, so you could see my tummy, and it flared out in back so it just barely covered half my butt when I was standing up. And it had a really cute pair of little frilly chiffon panties that went with the top, and Dickie used to like to put his hand on those little panties, and up on the lacy cups, and ... well ... I’m embarrassed to admit it, but I kinda liked it when he touched me.”

“So did anything else happen?” Lou asked, as he softly stroked the girl’s thigh as she sat in front of him.

“Well, that’s the bad part...” She began. “Once I started sitting on his lap, he was touchin’ me more, and I TOLD him I liked it ... And then one day when Ma wasn’t home, he came in my bedroom, and told me to put on my nighty, and I did, and he touched me all over, and made me touch his big dick. And I was getting so excited, and I wanted him to put his dick in me, ... And so I let him. And at first it hurt, but then it felt SOOOO good. And then I wanted it more, and then ... well, we got caught.

“Oh, my! I’ll be that felt good when he put his big cock in you, didn’t it baby,” Lou consoled her, rubbing up her back and down her side.

“Yeah, it was really nice, but it was hoorible when ma caught us,” Skylar said. “Ma got all mad and was screaming at him, saying ‘You dirty fucker—she’s only fifteen’ and “you’re a fucking dirty pervert’ and then she threw him out, and told him never to come back. And she told me not to be a whore, and to date regular boys.”

Skylar continued: “So I tried to do what she said, and I dated regular schoolboys, and I let them touch me ... and even fuck me. But it wasn’t the same, ya know?”

“Why wasn’t it the same Skylar?” Lou asked gently.

“This is the secret part,” she whispered, “it was like the boys were cute, and they had nice dicks, but I didn’t get turned on and I didn’t have an orgasm like I did with Dickie. The boys would fuck me, and they would cum, but I was still just getting started, or even not excited at all, and it was over, and I was still horny.”

“Well, that’s not fair, is it sweety?” said Lou as he stroked the girl’s hair, and gently stroked her neck.

“And that’s not the worst part,” she continued. “I keep having dirty thoughts about my male teachers in school, and about Dickie if I see him around, and even about other older guys. I even have fantasies about YOU, Lou! And I get wet down here, and I’m always thinking about older guys, and what it would feel like to have them make love to me, long and slow and hard. I know it’s bad, but I can’t help it, and I can’t focus when I’m horny.”

“And now, the boys call me slut, and one of ‘em give me this belly button dangle that says “SLUT,” and even though I’m fuckin’ like a slut, I’m just not having any orgasms...” Skylar said, again almost in tears.

“Well, Skylar, I’m so glad you came to talk to me, because I’m sure I can help you out,” Lou said soothingly, whispering his hot breath into her ear, and feeling her neck become a little damp with excitement as he breathed on her ear and neck. “I just love your hot little body, and I’d be happy to do all the things that I know how to do to give you the best little orgasms you’ve ever had, and no one will even know about it.”

As he spoke, he was fondling her firm tits over her bra-lette, and had slipped a hand down to her boy shorts, and was gently massaging her tight ass through the soft fabric. He could feel a little moisture on his finger when he pressed it into her tiny slit.

“Oh, Lou,” Skylar gushed, “would you really take care of me that way? It would be so great, because then I could focus on school and other shit, if I wasn’t always so fuckin’ horny!”

“I surely will, babydoll,” Lou said. Then he added: “We can start today. Maybe you could get your little turquoise nighty and come back, and we’ll start this afternoon?”

“Awww, shit, Lou,” Skylar pouted. “After the incident with Dickie, ma threw that little nighty away, and told me not to wear thar kind of thing around the house, especially if she had a boyfriend around.”