Chapter 1

For the last two years or so, I've had a competition running with my friend Chris, basically, we try and seduce young pretty virgins and to prove it, we take a Polaroid of them. It's childish I know but I am only 17, legally, I am still a child.

Megan is someone I've been working on for a while but to no avail, she's only 14 but an early developer, she's a total hour glass, with a tiny waist, curvy hips and breasts which must be at least D-cups. Her face is cute, very girl-next-door. I've tried nearly everything with her, the other week, I walked her home and she didn't even invite me in when we got to her house. So, when she asked me for help with maths, I could barely answer her.

"Hey, Seb, I heard you were good at Maths?'

I looked at her, she never talks to me, and I always have to start our conversations. After a moment had passed. I realised that I'd have to answer;

"Yeah, um... Why?'

"My teacher told me to get a tutor, so if you're not to busy..."

My head was literally spinning, I had spent weeks trying to get time alone with her and here she was, offering me it on a plate.

"Yeah, Megan, I'd love to. When are you free?'

She smiled cutely, making me feel more at ease.

"Are you free on Thursday? About 4ish?'

Thursday was tomorrow.

"Yeah, I'm free. See you then?"

She nodded and ran off to join her friends; I couldn't help but stare at her cute rounded bottom as she ran.

The next day I walked home with her and we went up to her room. I checked it out; it was pale blue, very neat, there was a bed, a wardrobe and a desk. She chucked her bag into the corner, removed her maths folder and sat on the bed. She motioned for me to join her.

"So, I'm having a few problems with Algebra, I just don't seem to be able understand it!"

I sat down on the bed and looked at her textbook; I pulled it from her hands and kissed her. She didn't kiss me back but nor did she pull away. After a couple of minutes of this one way kissing, she finally began to get into it, she opened her mouth a little more and let my tongue enter it. She even began to use her own tongue. She wrapped her hands round my waist and under my shirt and I took this as my cue to use my own hands. I ran them up her back and under her t-shirt, unclipping her bra, at this stage I slowed down, waiting to see what she would do. If she carried on kissing me, I would move on, but if she slapped me, I'd use my patented 'Sorry, But I really like you' line. She didn't slap me, so I eased her back onto the bed and ran my hands over the fleshy orbs that were her young breasts. They felt wonderful, soft but firm and topped with a hard nipple. I teased them with my thumb and forefinger and then she pulled away from my kiss and sat up. I groaned, it was going to well; now I'd have to be all nice and sensitive sounding.

"What's wrong? I'm sorry if I was moving to fast but I really like you"

She looked up at me, her eyes wide.

"I'm scared; I've never done this with anybody before"

I really wish I had a pound for every time I heard that line, I would seriously be rich.

"Megan, we don't have to go that far today if you're not ready, but I think you're beautiful, I really want to kiss and caress your body, this will be special, I swear"