Chapter 1

Karl woke up. He still had a smile on his face. He stretched slightly, and then, acting like he feared crushing something with his weight, he reached gently across the bed. She was gone.

He sat up quickly. He pulled all 210 pounds of his 6 foot frame into a sitting position, swinging his feet over the side of the bed. He stood up and glanced around the room. His first move was to a switch on the dresser. Flipping that, he knew that the digital video cameras would now stop recording.

Naked, he walked into his living room. He glanced over by the couch. His clothes were mostly dropped in a heap, next to the much smaller pair of jean shorts and top. White panties and a pair of flip-flops were a couple of feet away. On the table sat two shot glasses; emptied of their contents. And on the table was a white envelope. Letter sized. It was undisturbed. He gave a sigh of relief.

He walked over and picked up the envelope and the shot glasses. He moved toward the kitchen. Then he heard a sound ... a gentle tapping ... coming from the alcove that is his office. Opening a high cupboard, he tucked the envelope full of cash alongside the dinner plates and closed the door. Reaching down to the counter, he grabbed a bottle of Jim Beam and refilled the two shot glasses.

Picking up the glasses, he walked toward his office. As he got closer, he instinctively sucked in his gut. When he got to the door, there she sat. Becca, age fourteen. All of five feet and a hundred pounds soaking wet. Naked as the day she was born. Spindly legs, slender arms, and nicely rounded breasts. She was seated at his desk chair. Turning her head to the right, she saw him standing there. She looked him over from head to toe, and then toe to head.

“Hey sleepyhead. Have a nice nap?”

“Yeah. How long was I out?”

“Not long.” She glanced at the computer screen. “Maybe 20 minutes.”

He took two steps toward her, leaning down as if to give her a peck on the cheek. She turned to face him. Her mouth met his. Somehow, every time, he was surprised by how aggressive Becca was. This time, she pressed her tongue so far into his mouth he was sure she must’ve somehow detached it from her own. She put her hand on the back of his head and hung on, making him kiss her, deeply, two or three times longer than he would have dared do with one so young if he were calling the shots.

Finally she released him. He set down one glass on the desk. Becca immediately scooped it up and threw it back. She shuddered; her whole body shook. Then she set down the shot glass and reached over with her right hand. She didn’t even have to look. She immediately took hold of Karl’s soft cock. Tugging on it ever so slightly, she pulled him right up to her, behind her as she reached over her shoulder. With his right hand he began to sip from his own shot glass. With his left, he began to run his hands through her short blond hair. Becca had commented that she wanted to grow out her hair this year, and she had started. It now fully covered her ears and almost would have reached the collar of her shirt ... had she been wearing one.

Karl ran his fingers through her hair, and found some of it matted near her left temple. Leaning out to get a look at her, he realized it was his own cum that was sticking her hair together. With a sense of conquest, he smiled and sipped a little more of the shot.