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It couldn't have been much better if I'd dreamed it or written a script. Erin was blonde, built, cute and 17 years old. She was short -- at just a little over five feet tall nearly a foot shorter than I -- with high, firm tits and a slim teenage body. Okay, she wasn't knockdown gorgeous, just very pretty. But, other than that, it would be hard to think up something to cavil over.

It was the '70s. I was a reporter for a small suburban newspaper outside San Diego. In those days, I was slim myself, reasonably handsome and 25 years old. I was definitely hip, riding a motorcycle to my assignments, with a ponytail that hung halfway down my back. She was a clerk in the Circulation department.

I noticed Erin soon after I started at the newspaper. We joked and chatted over the weeks. Okay, I'll admit that I found reasons to go downstairs and pass by her desk in Circulation when she was there. I doubt that I was fooling anyone.

For the first several months I worked there, I was still married to my first wife, and, when that relationship fell apart, my main efforts were focused on another girl, a fellow reporter. She was young, too, just short of 20. But she went away to college at Berkeley just when things were maybe ready to get more serious.

So I began flirting more often with Erin, although not too seriously because of her age. I didn't really think she'd be interested in an older guy like me. It was just flirting on general principles -- until one night when I was standing outside the back entrance to the newspaper office. I'd been talking with another reporter who'd just left and was debating where I wanted to go next, when the door popped open and out walked Erin.

We chatted for a couple of minutes. She made no move to leave, and I got the impression that she was waiting for me to suggest something. I knew I couldn't take her to a bar for a drink so I suggested we go get a hamburger.

"Naw," said Erin, "let's not. The folks expect me home for dinner. Why don't we just go to your place?"

"Uh... okay," I said.

So I took her to my apartment. I got us Cokes from the refrigerator and put some music on the stereo. When I turned around, Erin had put her drink down and was standing right behind me. She reached up, put her arms around my neck, and snuggled in close, standing on her tiptoes. Her large breasts pressed against me like soft pillows.

"Kiss me," she said, raising her lips and closing her eyes. So I did. We slid into a long, luxurious kiss. She opened her mouth to my probing tongue. The kiss became increasingly passionate and went on a long time. It might have gone longer except that I could feel her legs starting to tremble from the effort of standing on her toes. I released her, and Erin slipped down while keeping her body close to mine. Her breasts dragged across my chest.

"Wow," she said, "that was nice. Can we do it again?"

"Sure," I said, "but why don't we sit down first?"

"Either that or my neck's gonna break."

My sofa was actually a mattress and springs, covered by an old bedspread. We sat down together, wrapped our arms around each other again, and locked our mouths together in another lengthy kiss. Somewhere in the middle of it, we sank backwards and to the side, stretching out together on the "sofa."

After a few minutes of that, I slid one of my hands to her shoulder and then, tentatively, down to her breast. Far from disapproving, Erin pressed her tit forward into my hand and made a little sound of pleasure and acceptance in the back of her throat. After kneading and stroking her breast for a while, I slid my hand under her sweater and up to her bra and the soft flesh above it.

Erin broke the kiss just long enough to say, "Unfasten it," then moved her mouth back to mine. I slid my hand around her back, found the clasps, and slipped them free, thankfully without an embarrassing struggle. Moving my hand back to her front, I found the bottom edge of her bra and lifted it away. My palm found her firm, young breast, heavy and warm against my hand.

"So soft..." I murmured. Erin sighed -- almost a moan -- in response. I could feel her nipple rising, stiffening. I stroked it with a fingertip and felt it respond.

It was around this time that something began to nag at me from the back of my mind, but I couldn't quite focus on it long enough to figure out what it was. Every time I tried to think about, Erin would kiss me or hug me or press her wonderful breasts against me. I pushed the thought aside and concentrated on what was happening. I moved my hand down across Erin's stomach, slipped between her legs and cupped her pussy. I could feel heat and a faint dampness through her jeans.

"Ahhh..." she sighed. "Yes!" She pushed up against my hand, rubbing her cunt against my probing fingers. I stroked her pussy firmly, enjoying Erin's eager response, while I wondered idly what was bugging me.

Meanwhile, Erin wasn't wasting any time. She slid a hand down between us. I heard the pop of her jeans being unsnapped and then the rasp of a zipper being pulled down.

"C'mon," Erin said. "Touch me." Then, before I could move to comply, she pushed me away, grabbed the bottom of her sweater, and in one quick motion zipped it over her head and off. She shrugged out of her loose bra and tossed it aside, too. Catching the idea, I tugged off my pullover and T-shirt, too.

"That's better," Erin said, and held her arms out to me. I slipped inside them and pressed myself against her naked breasts. Rubbing my chest against hers, I kissed her deeply. It was a deliciously sensuous feeling, one that I've always enjoyed and especially the first time with anyone new. I always wonder what their tits will feel like against my chest. Erin's were soft, yet surprisingly firm for their size. The nipples were hard as buttons and poked against my bare flesh.

Erin ran her hand down my stomach and onto my pants. Her fingers quickly found my straining erection and rubbed it through the material of my jeans. It jerked and swelled under her touch.

Meanwhile, I'd been busy, too. Since she'd all but ordered me to do so, I slid my hand into Erin's open pants and over her panties, pushing down to her crotch. Even through the cloth, I could tell her pussy was wet and open. I stroked it a few times, then slid my fingers under the waistband, through wiry hair and down lower to touch her sex.

"Ooh..." she cried softly. "Oh, Jesus!"

I ran my middle finger between the lips, not trying to penetrate, just sliding back and forth in the slippery crease. Erin rocked her pussy back and forth in time to my strokes, helping to rub it against my finger. The nub of her clitoris was obvious at the top of her slit, like a third nipple emerging from the folds of flesh.

"Ah, god!" Erin hissed in my ear. "That feels soooo good."

I poked my fingertip inward near the bottom of her slit, found the entrance, and pushed my middle finger into her channel. It took several tries, working back and forth to lubricate my finger in her plentiful juices, but soon I was able to slide it all the way up inside her. Erin helped by spreading her thighs wider and pushing back with her hips when I pressed my finger inward. When I got it all the way inside her cunt, I rolled it around, circling her cervix with my fingertip and pressing against the sides of her tight, clutching pussy.

"Oh, baby," Erin whimpered. "That's the spot. Right there. Right in there!" She spread her legs as wide as possible within the confines of her slacks, now down just above her knees, and humped her pussy up against my invading finger. With her own hand, she found my cock again and stroked it through my pants. Then her fingers began fumbling at my waist, pulling my belt open and unfastening the buttons on my jeans one by one.

It was about this time that I realized what was bothering me. This was a 17-year-old teenager, for Christ's sake! She was underage. Not legal. I was distracted momentarily, uncertain of what to do. Erin, however, seemed to have no doubts. While I continued to fingerfuck her, somewhat absent-mindedly, she worked my jeans open and slid her hand inside. She pushed her fingers under the elastic of my underwear's waistband and down onto my prick. Her hand was warm and her palm was damp. The feeling as she wrapped her fingers around my straining manhood and slid her hand up and down its length was exquisite, almost painfully good. I swelled and throbbed against her palm.

"Wow," Erin said, "that's nice. Just what I need."

It might be what she needed, but I was getting more and more worried that it wasn't what I needed. What was I getting myself into here? This was a co-worker, after all, and everyone knew how old she was. What if people found out that we had...

I began to work my finger in Erin's pussy more vigorously. Pushing it in as deep as possible, I found her clit with my thumb and rolled around and over it while sluicing my finger in her increasingly juicy hole. Erin groaned and trembled, her hips jerking and bucking.

"Oh, jeez," she panted. "You don't know how good that feels! I've... It's been a while. I... I... Oh, god!"

I began to have a plan for a way out of my dilemma. I'd make her come this way. Then I could get away without actually fucking her. Sliding my hand out of her pussy, I began to push her pants down. Erin joined in, raising her hips and pushing the other side down to help me get them off. Her pants and panties slid down her legs. She kicked them off.

Pushing my finger back into her cunt, I kissed Erin passionately, then slid down her body and wedged myself between her legs. I pulled my finger out again, moving still lower. I grabbed her thighs, lifted and spread them, and lowered my face to her crotch.

"Ohhhhh..." Erin moaned as I traced my tongue up and down her crack. I pushed in closer, pressing my face into her wet folds, and drove my tongue as deep as possible into her channel. My nose was right on her love bump, and I rubbed it while I wormed my tongue around inside her. Then I raised my aim and attacked her clit with my tongue, stroking and circling and teasing it.

"G-g-g-god!" Erin stuttered through clenched teeth. "Ooooh god! That's... that's so good. But... You... Ooooh!" Her hands clutched weakly at my shoulders, trying to pull me upward.

I was pretty sure what she wanted. Erin was getting close to coming. She wanted me to put my cock where my tongue was. Her hips jerked and rolled as I licked her pussy. The idea was certainly appealing. Hell, I would have liked nothing better than to ram my cock into her cunt and fuck her silly. But I'd decided to pass. In my slightly crazed state, it seemed to make sense. Making her come with my tongue wasn't fucking her, wasn't a violation of her underage status. Okay, so it wasn't strictly logical. I admit it, but that's what I was telling myself at the time. Splitting (and spitting) hairs.