Chapter 7: Temperature Rising

I felt a lot of guilt for what I'd done to BB and rightly so. I resolved that in future I would limit my attentions to Val and if I couldn't manage that, then to women who would not be hurt, physically or psychologically by any relationship. Like most of my resolutions, it didn't survive temptation.

Val and I were relying on the rhythm method of birth control because I didn't like condoms nor did she. But she was really strict, five days after and five days before her period and no other time. This meant that for half the month I was celibate except for occasional solace in her nether orifice.

Professor Sharp, my chemistry professor, had taken a liking to me, or at least it seemed that way. I suspected that his dark haired, busty wife had too, based on a few games of kneesies when I ate with them, as I often did. Did she know that her hubby made a habit of giving some of the girls in his first year chemistry course a bit of special tutoring in male-female chemistry? My Assistantship in the course had been offered the day after I'd blundered into his office just as he was giving one of those students, Eloise, an extra-curricular lesson, her buxom frame sprawled on his desk, her big tits flopping nakedly. Later she begged me not to tell but the good professor was much more subtle.

And now, two months later, I was taking care of his daughter while he and his wife went away for the weekend. Not a bad assignment, since I got to live in their house and sleep in their big bed and drink his scotch, a luxurious change from the sparsely furnished room I had in the university residence.

"I'm cold. It's freezing here, Joe. You gotta do somethin'."

"You'll just have to wear some sweaters and stuff to bed, Sally. We can't do anything until the power comes back on." I sipped some more of my professor's expensive, single malt scotch as I looked at his overweight, twelve year old daughter shivering with the cold. "And take an extra blanket from your parents' bed."

"Uh, OK. But it's awful cold."

She was right, too. The power had been off since late afternoon and it was almost ten o'clock with a blizzard raging outside. In the light from the candles we had set up around the living room I watched her big assmelons bobble as she walked towards the stairs to her bedroom. She was a big girl for her age, for any age for that matter, 5'6" tall and I bet she weighed at least 150 pounds. In another year or so, if her breasts grew like her hips and ass, she'd be one helluva voluptuous piece of jailbait.

I took the half empty bottle of single malt with me, blew out the candles and went up the stairs to the bedroom. Yes, it was too cold to sit in front of an unlit fireplace. Damn. If only there'd been some wood so I could have lighted a fire. Fortunately for me, Sally had not taken the extra blanket from their bed and, after another sip from my glass; I stripped off my clothes and got under the covers.

Damn. If it wasn't for Sally I was sure I could've had Eloise here in bed with me. And she'd keep me warm, for sure. Or Val, of course but it was the wrong time of month and anyway I had a yen for Eloise's buxom opulence. And she'd let me know she was available too, even if it was just to keep me quiet about her ongoing dalliance with the professor. I went to sleep with an ache in my groin.

"Joe? Are you awake?"

"Huh? Oh. Yeah. I am now." Shit! I'd finished the scotch and just as I was dreaming that Eloise was going down on me, Sally was standing beside the bed, a coat draped over her shoulders but, otherwise, wearing only a flimsy, mid-thigh nightgown.

"I'm too cold. Let me get in bed with you, Joe. You're s'posed to be taking care of me and that's what Mommy and Daddy would do." And then, not waiting for an answer, the big, fat girl dropped the coat and slid under the covers beside me. All I had time to do was roll onto my side to hide my raging erection before she was snuggled up to me, spoon fashion. The hem of her short nightie had slipped up above her hips as she'd crawled into bed so she was, essentially naked; her big, soft ass nestled against my groin. And then, as she wriggled her exposed, bulbous buttocks closer, my cock slipped into the deep crevice of her fat, young bottom.

"I don't think they'd approve of this, Sally? I'm not your father." God, she must feel it? Those soft cheeks were cradling my tool and the tip was completely surrounded by her soft thighs. Maybe I could pretend it was Eloise and just fuck that fleshy valley.

"I'm not going to tell them. And you feel warm. Hot."

I slipped one arm under her chubby waist and the other over her and hugged her. The youngster didn't know the meaning of hot, I mused, not the hot that I was experiencing, anyway, but she was cold, the soft flesh of her rotund belly like ice. I began to caress her, the heat of my hands gradually warming her. Higher, up under her loose nightie, I felt the bulges of her developing tits. They were like oranges and, unlike the rest of her body they were firm. The little nipples were hard as bullets from the cold and, although I warmed them, they remained erect and rubbery. And then I was stroking her cool, meaty legs as she pushed back in innocent compliance against my belly, my lubricated cocktip sliding further between her fat thighs.

"I'm gettin' warm now. Am I making you warmer too, Joe?"

"Yes Sally. I'm a lot warmer." She didn't know half of it. I was hot as hell. How far could I go with her? She must feel my erection pressing against her? Was she curious or something? I insinuated a hand between her doughy, corpulent thighs and, artlessly, she raised her upper leg allowing me freer access to more secret places.

"I think I'm 'bout warm enough now, Joe? You don't hafta... like... warm me there... all's I need to do is snuggle."

"I just want to be sure, Sally. And I like the feel of you." My fingers were stroking the creases where her legs joined her broad hips and between her belly bulge and her plump Venus mound. As my hand strayed to the soft flanges of her unfledged sex, I felt her tense but she didn't try to turn away. How much did she know? I doubted that she was like Shirley or Esther. Her mother had bemoaned the fact that Sally was a loner with no friends so she may not have had the opportunity to learn by hearsay, either? Was I arousing her curiosity? Or maybe her pubescent libido?

"Maybe I'll be warm enough in my own bed, now?"

"Perhaps, Sally. But wouldn't you like me to show you how you can warm yourself when I'm not here?" My fingers brushed her smooth, bulging labia and, when she didn't protest, became bolder, finding the narrow slit that bisected her fat, young snatch. Yes! Oh yes! I felt the moisture, the slick, oily wetness that lubricated her pulpy, hairless, pre-teen pussy.

"Uh, whaddya mean, Joe? Like, how?"

"Like this, Sally," and I eased away from her, rolling her onto her back as I took one of her chubby hands in mine and brought it down between her legs. She wouldn't feel as threatened, I reasoned; if I used her own hand to masturbate her. And then all I had to do was to time it right. She was big enough, for sure, even if she was only twelve. I'd fucked other girls who were younger and smaller.