Chapter 1

A week off. I so badly needed the break from my job. I decided to use the time to work around the house and in the yard. I didn't want the vacation stress of traveling. Staying home was my right remedy.

I exited the freeway this Friday in August and made my way through the residential streets until I came to my house. I pulled into my driveway and turned off my four year old dark blue BMW. I stared at my garage door. Maybe the garage should be my first project so I could park my car in it again. I opened up the house doors and windows to let fresh air in. The house was stuffy from being closed up all day.

I bought this house four years ago when I transferred from the Central office. I needed to get away after my divorce from Kara who worked for the same company. I was in my early 30s and I dated sometimes but I was yet to find my "soul mate" or someone I wanted to live with.

I opened the fridge and was disappointed that the "food fairies" hadn't restocked it while I was at work. Stupid food fairies! They were so fired. I should have driven through Colossal Chicken on my way home because what was in the fridge and cupboards just didn't sound good tonight. I closed the fridge and looked at the magnets on the door. Chinese delivery it was. I made the call.

By 6:30 PM, I was in front of the TV with my three boxes of Chinese as I watched the broadcast of the local baseball team. The team was playing on the east coast and I lived on the west coast so they were on early tonight. It was in the seventh inning already and as typical we were down by three runs. Apparently I was into torture because I watched the team almost every night.

"Hello?" came a timid-sounding female voice.

The shock caused me to spill my sweet and sour chicken on the couch and carpet. I glanced over. It was the neighbor girl. What was she doing in my house? She approached as I focused on the spilled dinner.

"Sorry," she apologized and dabbed the sauce with the supplied napkins. "I didn't think you'd take this long to go back to your bedroom."

My bedroom? How long had this girl been in my house? What the hell was she doing here in the first place?

I looked at Katie. She lived directly across the street from me. She was a skinny little 14-year old girl if I remembered her age right. She had long straight blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She looked like your typical teen girl which she was.

Katie currently wore this lightweight plaid robe that looked oddly familiar.

"Can I sit down?" she asked.

"Uh ... sure," I replied. It didn't seem reasonable to say 'no'.

She pulled her legs up under her which was when I noticed she was barefoot. She cinched the robe tighter and adjusted the top. Something about how the robe hung on her made me think she was braless even though she didn't have much of a need for a bra.

Hey! That was my robe!

"I guess you're wondering why I'm here?" Katie said.

My rational senses hadn't returned to me which were also connected to my vocal cords so I just nodded.

"Well, I'm at summer camp," she started to explain.

"And you decided to attend it in my house?" I said as my wits got in gear, "and in my robe by the way."

"No, no!" she said quickly becoming defensive. "I just wanted to ... can I explain?"

"I'm listening."

"I didn't mean to intrude ... well, I did, but you'll understand." She then added, "I hope."

I stared into the girl's face to intimidate her.

"I guess you're mad," she said. She sat rigidly.

"Your explanation?"

"Well, see all my girlfriends ... we're all like fourteen now and, you know, ready to go to high school and, you know, we're changing so, you know, some of my friends are like doing it, you know. We're all curious about it and, you know, wonder what it's like. Nicole was the first but it wasn't very good, then Jenna tried it but had an awful time. Kelly had an okay time but was ultimately disappointed. You know what I mean?"

Was this girl speaking English?

She took a deep breath and prattled on, "So I thought maybe what a girl needs is someone older. Someone who knows what he's doing, you know. I want to do it too but after hearing about what happened when my friends did it, it made me scared. Sort of silly, huh? Scared of it. I mean everybody is doing it, so it's gotta be super cool. Jenna's older sister does it all the time so that's why I'm here."

I laughed and said, "I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about."

My impromptu laugh had a good effect on her emotions. She relaxed and leaned back into the couch. My robe slipped which exposed her lower knee.

She still spoke nervously. "You know, doing it."

"Doing what?"

"You want me to say it?"

"I don't know what 'it' is."

Katie squirmed as if fighting herself. "I guess if I'm going to do it I ought to be able to say it."

"What is 'it'?"

"You know, 'it'. Doing it."

"Doing what?"

"I guess I should tell you that we have all week. I wanted as long a time as possible to learn everything I could. My parents think I'm at summer camp. I don't get back until next Friday."

"Beam me up, Scotty," I said quietly. I apparently was on the wrong planet.

"What?" she asked, hearing me.

"Let's slow it down, Katie," I said. "Why are you in my house?"

"To be with you."

"And you're in my robe because... ?"

"Well, I want to do it."

"Back to 'it'. Is there another word for 'it'?"

"Well sure, you know, fucking, screwing, boinking, sex. I'm sure you know more words than I do."

I thought I was getting somewhere in my conversation with Katie, if you could call it a conversation, and suddenly it was like I was run over by a bus full of giggling girls.

"Wait," I said. I had to clarify. "When you say 'do it' you mean 'have sex'?"

"What else could it mean?"

"So your friends had sex?"

"Uh-huh."

"And you're here..." I trailed off.

" ... to have sex," she finished.

"I see."

"I thought about asking you first about it," she said, "but since you're a guy I knew you wouldn't care."

"So you want to have sex with me?"

"Like I said, you know, after all the shitty experiences my friends had I thought like 'How can I make my first time a great time?'."

"And you thought about me?"

"Sure. I heard you were taking a vacation but staying home so I thought you could make my first time a wonderful experience."

Katie lied about going to summer camp so she could stay with me for a week? It sounded like a bad plot contrivance and I was in the bad story.

The fantasy idea intrigued me, but I was too sensible.

"You're only fourteen, Katie," I said.

"All my girlfriends are doing it this summer. Who wants to start high school as a virgin, right? I don't want to miss out. I know you'll make my first time special."

This girl wanted me to take her virginity. My cock stirred at the appealing scheme but my practical side remained.

"That's not what I mean. If I have sex with you, I go to jail."

"Only if someone finds out. Why would I tell on you?"

"It's just..."

What was wrong with me? My resolve was weakening. This was just a teen girl!

"Do you want to see me?" she asked.

"Huh?" I said. I wasn't really listening. I was trying to convince myself it was okay to do this but I knew better. This would be the stupidest thing to do in my life.

Katie stood and dropped the robe to the floor. My jaw dropped almost as far.

I stared at her small mounds that were her tits. My eyes lowered and gazed at the patch of blonde pubic hair. It looked halfway grown in. I looked intently at the little puffy lips of her pussy. My cock throbbed its desire to greet that little pussy in a warm embrace.

"You're beautiful," I said in almost a whisper.

"Thank you." Her smile became radiant which made her look even prettier.

I sat motionless and drank her in.

"So... ?" she asked.

"What?"

"Do you want to do it with me?"

I nodded slowly but affirmatively. I was awe-struck.

She smiled happily.

"Let's go to the bedroom," I said. "I think you know where it is."

I followed her cute little pale ass down the hallway. She was too small. She was too skinny. She had the arms and legs of toothpicks. I didn't care. I was going to fuck her. She wanted me to be her teacher.

Please, please don't wake me up from this dream!

"Why don't you lie on the bed and open your legs?" I instructed as I undressed starting with my shoes and socks. I now knew what was going on. There was no confusion here. It was basic male/female physiology.

I threw my dress shirt and undershirt into the clothes hamper and hung up my slacks. I pulled off my underwear and dropped them in the hamper then turned around. I walked to my dresser to put my watch away.

"Whoa!" Katie said.

"Something wrong?" I asked because of the change in her eyes.

"It's so big," she said.

I looked down at my erection. My cock was regular size. I guess to a young 14-year old girl, the thing must look enormous.

"It will fit in you," I assured her. "No problem."

"It's bigger than I expected."

"I'm sure it's bigger than the boys your friends had sex with. Mine will fill you better so that you feel better."

I climbed up on the bed.

"Let's begin with a little exploration," I said. I went to her side and leaned over. "Let's begin with these beautiful little tits."

"They're too small," she said.

"They're beautiful," I said. "Here's your first lesson. When you are about to do it with a guy and he says something about you is beautiful, you don't argue with him. I didn't say your tits were too small. I said your tits were little and beautiful."

"You like small tits?"

"Come now. I'm a guy. What do you think? I like all sizes."

I slowly pelted her tits with soft kisses.

"Wonderful," I said.

I sucked in one nipple while I rubbed her other tit with my hand. Such wonderful young flesh!

Katie sighed softly.

I next moved to her lips. She kissed back decently but was startled by my probing tongue.

"It's called 'French kissing'," I said.

"I know ... it just surprised me," she replied. I could tell she was trying to act grown up.

She slowly got the hang of tongue dancing.

I returned to exploring her youthful tits. Katie's mom was an average tit size so she likely would be the same.

I kissed lower. I went down her belly. I could feel Katie tense up as she no doubt knew where I was headed.

I paused at her clit and used my hand to gently play with it. I interspersed a little tongue action so she never knew when it was going to happen. She moaned and wiggled her ass in response.