A Young Girl

                 from Tempest's fertile imagination

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Mf 14, oral, con, short.

Todd, meets a young girl in a coffee shop who has an unusual request.

Word Count: 5,046

Published: June 02 2019

I was sitting in my usual seat in the local coffee shop sipping my usual latte at my usual time—three-thirty in the afternoon after finishing my daily workout at the local Y. At this time of day, the place was busy with girls from the local private academy. They all wore the same uniform—black pumps, white knee-high socks, slate grey pleated skirts that came to just above the knee, light-grey sleeveless pullovers over white cotton shirts with maroon ties and topped off with maroon blazers with the school's crest sewn onto the left breast pocket. Some girls had tied their blazers around their waists by the sleeves.

One girl—a beautiful redhead with crystal-green eyes, was watching me as she sucked on her straw in a plastic cup of lemonade. I had noticed her the previous three days looking at me and wondered why. She seemed taller than most of the other girls, and I noticed that she didn't seem to be part of any of the cliques that the others had joined.

I thought back to my time in high school and the rivalries between the different girls' social and age groups with the prettier ones dominating and the less pretty ones fawning over them and vying for recognition. My girl 'Red' as I thought of her, was, in my opinion, the most beautiful of all of her peers. She was stunning. And there she sat, sipping her lemonade, watching me, and teasing my libido.

Red wasn't staring at me. I noticed, out of the corner of my eye while working on a story on my MacBook Air, that she would glance over at me from time to time while reading a book. Gradually the crowd started to thin as one by one or clique by clique they left. Soon Red was the only schoolgirl left.

I looked around at the coffee shop's customers and wondered how the place turned a profit. I noticed that many of the customers had just a coffee—albeit a pricey one, but sat there working on their laptops or reading a book for hours taking up square-footage of expensive real estate. Finally, at four-thirty, I had to leave for an appointment with my financial adviser. I closed my laptop, picked up my plastic tray holding my empty coffee cup and the remains of a blueberry scone and walked to the trash stand. As I passed Red, she looked up at me. I smiled; she returned the smile and turned back to reading her book.


The following day, a Thursday, I was back in my usual seat with a cup of my usual latte to the right of my open laptop when Red walked in at the rear of a gaggle of other schoolgirls. Since she was last in line at the order station, and the place was already fairly full, there was no empty table available. She looked around the room and went to pull out a chair at a table of schoolgirls, but one girl gave her a hard stare as if to say 'go sit somewhere else.' She tried another table and got the same icy stare. I guessed Red wasn't a member of any group present—probably because she was more beautiful than any of them and they saw her as competition.

She saw me sitting at a table for two with an empty chair opposite. She hesitated, looked around the room one more time to verify that mine was the only table with a seat available and walked towards me.

"Can I sit here?" she asked with a soft smile.

Seeing her close-up for the first time she really was stunningly beautiful. Today, she had her red hair in a single plait that lay across her left breast. I pushed the chair out some with my toe.

"Please. Be my guest," I replied.

Red hung her book bag over the back of the chair and put her plastic cup of lemonade on the table. She pulled the chair the rest of the way out and sat down. As she took a sip of her drink, she looked at me.

"You come here everyday don't you?" she said.

"That's right and so do you," I said with what I hoped was a warm grin.

"I wait here until Beverly picks me up on her way home from the office where she works."

"Who's Beverly?" I asked.

"She's my big sister."

"What time does she pick you up?" I couldn't take my eyes off her beautiful face with her small straight nose and in particular her wide mouth with full lips. Her rounded chin had a slight cleft. I loved the small milky way of summer freckles across her cheeks.

"Five-thirty," she replied, drawing my attention back to her gorgeous pale-green eyes.

"That's a long time to wait by yourself," I said. "You could sit with me if you like," I added hopefully.

"Thank you, that would be nice."

"You want something to eat? A slice of cake maybe?"

"No thanks," she replied.

She gave me another one of her soft smiles. The facial expression of her smile was just a slight uptick of the corners of her mouth; her smile was all in those beautiful pale-green eyes.

"You married? Girlfriend maybe?" she asked.

"Neither," I replied.

"You're not gay are you? Sorry, never mind. I think I would like a slice of cake," she said changing the subject.

I got up and went and got her a small slice of lemon meringue pie. As I put it down in front of her, she looked at me with a slightly embarrassed look on her face.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to insult you. It's okay if you're gay."

I sat down and said, "That's okay, and I'm not gay. I just don't have a girlfriend right now." I put out my hand. "I'm Todd."

Red shook my hand. "Blake, nice to meet you, Todd."

I watched as she picked at the slice of pie, taking small nibbles. "What grade are you in, Blake?" I asked.

"Ninth," she replied. She picked up her cup and took a sip of lemonade through the straw.

"How old are you, Todd?" she asked as she put her cup down.

"I'm twenty-six, why?"

"Just asking that's all. Have you had many girlfriends?"

I thought for a few moments. "A few, why?"

Blake squirmed in her chair then said, "Did you sleep with any of them?"

Strange question I thought. "Yes," I replied, "most of them."

Blake took another sip of her drink. She looked at my open laptop. "What do you use your computer for?" she asked changing the subject once more.

"I write short stories," I replied. Blake was an enchanting enigma to me. I mean a fourteen-year-old girl doesn't usually ask a guy she's just met if he slept with any of his girlfriends.

"What kind of stories?"

"Romantic stories."

"You mean like the Harlequin books that my aunt reads?"

"No, they're not like those at all."

"Well, what kind are they?"

"They're erotic fiction."

"I'd like to read some," Blake said now leaning forward, closing the distance between us.

"I'm not sure they're suitable for a fourteen-year-old," I replied. 'Now that's contrariety if I ever heard it, Todd,' my somewhat amoral inner voice said. 'You write about sex between adult males and preteen and teenage girls, yet they're not suitable for a fourteen-year-old girl to read. Hypocrite!'

"I'm quite mature and broad-minded for my age," Blake responded.

'Go on, Todd, let her read them,' my alter-ego said.

"Okay," I replied. "Give me one of your exercise books."

Blake pulled a spiral bound exercise book out of her bag and handed it to me. I opened it to the last page and wrote down the URL for my website. I gave it back to her. She looked at it and said, "Tempesterotica.org. Is that your own website?"

"That's right."

"Okay, I'll check it out," she said.

I looked at my watch, "Damn! Sorry, Blake, I've got to go; I have an appointment in twenty minutes, and I lost track of time talking to a beautiful young lady."

Blake blushed a little. "Will you be here tomorrow?"

"Yes, I will, and I look forward to talking to you again. Bye, Blake."

With that, I closed my laptop, picked up my empty coffee cup and left.


That evening, before I turned in for the night, I checked my email. There was an email from Formspree with some comments about my story titled Willow. The story was about a love affair between an older man and a fourteen-year-old schoolgirl and how he showed her the many ways to bring her to orgasm—mainly how it was possible to have multiple orgasms one after the other.

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Your website says you write erotic fiction, this story was erotic fantasy. This doesn't happen in real life. No one has multiple orgasms.

"Hmm, interesting comment," I said aloud. "I wonder if the reader is male or female?"


Sitting at my usual table the next day I saw Blake walk into the coffee shop. She looked around and smiled when she saw me. After picking up her order, she came straight over and sat down.

"Hey, Todd," she said giving me one of her soft smiles.

"Hello, beautiful Blake," I replied.

She took a sip of her drink and put the cup down. "I read a couple of your stories last night."

I waited for her comments, but she didn't speak. "And?"

"Do you write from experience, or just make this stuff up?"

"A lot is from experience, why?"

"Because I don't think some of the things you write about are possible."

It suddenly occurred to me that it was Blake who had sent me that anonymous comment about my story Willow. My cock stiffened inside my pants.

"You mean multiple orgasms?" I asked.

Blake looked down and blushed a little. "How did you know it was me?"

"Educated guess," I replied.

"So, you made that up then?"

"No, as a matter of fact, several of my past girlfriends were able to regularly have multiple orgasms."

"I don't believe you," Blake said firmly.

"Okay," I replied taken aback a little at her assertion. "But, can I ask you why you think it's not possible for a woman to have multiple orgasms?"

Blake didn't say anything for a while, and her gaze was on her hands that were clenched tight. "Because I can't," she mumbled. She was almost inaudible, but I caught the 'can't.'

"You can't what, Blake?" I asked softly, trying to conceal the excitement in my voice. I could feel a shudder run through my body.

"This is embarrassing. I should go," she said making to stand up.

I put my hands gently over hers, feeling them trembling; it was the first time I touched her and there was a little spark of electricity that ran between us. "It's okay, sweetheart," I said softly.

Brook swallowed hard and took a quick look around to see if anyone was in earshot. She lowered her voice, leaned in closer and said, "I can't orgasm. My boyfriend said I'm frigid and he dumped me."

"Then he didn't deserve you," I said. "He sounds like an asshole."

Blake laughed, breaking her embarrassment. "Yeah, he is isn't he?"

"Blake, can we continue this conversation in private?"

Blake looked at me with a serious expression on her face. "What do you mean, somewhere private?" she said somewhat nervously.

"Not private, just somewhere where people can't overhear our conversation. There's a park around the corner."

"Okay," she said. She finished her drink and stood up. She picked up her book bag and, after dumping our cups, we left. I noticed a few of the other schoolgirls give Blake jealous stares as they watched us leave. We walked the one block to the park and sat on a bench out of earshot of anyone.

"Tell me more of what's going on with you, Blake," I said touching her arm gently.

"I don't know where to begin."

"Start with the first time you masturbated," I said.

Blake blushed a little and said, "I was eleven, and my best friend asked me if I masturbated, but she didn't use that term." Blake looked down at her hands clenched in her lap and said, "She asked if I diddled my clit. I told her I didn't know what she was talking about. I knew what a clitoris was from Sex Ed classes but didn't know what it was for since they never explained that. You have to understand that they only cover the very basics—you know what a penis and a vagina are for and stuff like that.

"She told me to stimulate myself by rubbing my clit; she said I'd get an orgasm and it would make me feel really, really good. I tried that night in bed but didn't feel anything. I tried maybe a dozen more times then gave up."

"Didn't you ask your friend if you were doing something wrong?" I asked.

"God, no. I'd be too embarrassed. She would think I was stupid or something."

"When did you start dating?"

"Three months ago. My sixteen-year-old cousin, Ted, said he had a friend who wanted to know if I'd go out with him. I agreed to a double date with Ted and his girlfriend. I liked the boy, and he asked me out again. He picked me up in his car and took me to the mall Cineplex where we saw a movie."

"Did he try anything in the movie theater or afterward?" I asked, somewhat surprised that Blake's mother would allow her fourteen-year-old daughter to go out with a sixteen-year-old boy. But there again, girls seem to mature younger and younger.

"We made out a little in the theater . . . you know . . . he felt my boobs, but he drove me straight home. The next time we dated he parked on the way home, and we got in his backseat. I let him go a little further that time. He put his hand down the front of my underpants. He seemed to know what he was doing, I mean he knew where to put his finger. He tried to make me cum for a couple of minutes then gave up. We had sex. I guess I felt guilty that I hadn't cum for him, so I let him. I regretted it afterward since I didn't enjoy it at all. I was worried for a couple of weeks that he had got me pregnant until I had my period."

"That's a shame, Blake. I know a lot of girls have lost their virginity in the backseat of a car, but it's not exactly one of the most romantic places to do it. Maybe you weren't in the mood."

"No, Todd. I wanted him to . . . you know, make me cum."

"Perhaps you're just trying too hard, Blake."

Blake began to sob quietly. I put my arm around her, and she laid her head in the crook of my shoulder. After a few moments, she regained her composure and took the handkerchief I offered and dried her eyes.

"Sorry, Todd," she said as she handed back my handkerchief. "I'm being silly."

I kissed the crown of her head. "You're not being silly, Blake. I can see how important this is to you."

Blake looked at me with those gorgeous pale-green eyes and said something that both excited and scared me.

"Will you help me?"

"Blake, I can't do that. For one thing, it's illegal and could get me into a world of trouble if anyone found out."

"Please, Todd. I wouldn't tell; I promise," Blake said. It was almost a plea.

As much as I wanted to say yes, I reminded myself of the narrow escape the last time I had sex with an underage girl. I was nineteen, and the girl was fourteen but told me she was seventeen and she looked it. Her mother found her semen-stained panties in the wash and confronted her. Fortunately for me, the girl clammed up.

"I can't Blake. What would your mother say if she found out?"

"I don't have a mother or a father. They were killed in an auto accident when I was ten. My sister Beverly raised me. I live with her and her husband."

"I'm sorry to hear of your loss. I can't imagine what it would be like to lose both parents."

"Please, Todd. I've no one else to turn to. You're experienced, maybe you can help. I don't want to date anyone else knowing I'm frigid. I couldn't stand the embarrassment."

I piously asked myself how could I not help this poor girl. My conscience reminded me that she was only fourteen years old. My inner voice told it to shut up.

"Okay, Blake, but on one condition."

"What's that?" she asked.

"That no one, and I mean NO ONE, ever finds out."

"I promise I won't breathe a word," Blake said.

Blake and I walked back to the coffee shop where I left her with my phone number.


Two days later, Blake called me.

"Hey, Todd."

"Hello, Blake, it's so good to hear from you."

"Can you pick me up at my house on Friday evening?"

"But . . . what will your sister and her husband say when they see me?"

"They won't since it's a long driveway and you can stop in the street."

"Okay," I said feeling a little more comfortable.

"Can we go out to dinner?" Blake asked.

"You mean like a date?" I replied.

"Yeah, I guess."

"I'd be honored," I said honestly.


On Friday at six o'clock, I stopped at the bottom of Blake's driveway and waited. I saw the curtains in a downstairs window move, and a few moments later the front door opened, and Blake came out and bounded down the driveway carrying an over-sized purse. She got in the passenger seat, leaned over and kissed me on my cheek which surprised me.

"Hey, Todd," she said buckling her seatbelt on.

"Hi, Blake," I replied. "What time do you have to be home?"

"Oh, I don't. I told Beverly that I would be spending the night. Is that okay?"

'Okay! You bet your beautiful ass it's okay.' "But . . . your sister didn't ask where you were going?"

"No, she's pretty lenient with me. So long as I keep my grades up, she lets me do what I want—within reason that is."

"Okay, dinner it is," I said and drove off.

It was the first time I had seen Blake dressed in anything other than her body concealing school uniform. She was wearing a light-blue camisole with dark blue spaghetti straps over a white bra witnessed by its straps. I was surprised at how large her breasts were. I don't know what I expected for a fourteen-year-old girl, but Blake had developed nice curves in all the right places. Her designer jeans with fashionable rips and patches hugged her stupendous ass and slender thighs. Who could have guessed what a gorgeous body was hidden under the layers of herschool uniform.

Over dinner, I told Blake how beautiful and desirable she was. Her initial shyness gave way to assuredness, and at the end of dinner, she told me she wanted me to make love to her.

"Dinner was delicious," Blake said as we drove back to my apartment. "It was very romantic."

"I tried to make it romantic to set the mood," I replied.

"Well you succeeded, I don't think my panties have ever been so wet."

"I'm going to enjoy taking them off," I said that elicited a fit of giggles.

As soon as we were inside my apartment, I took her in my arms and kissed her. A few moments later we were French kissing. Blake's full mouth and lush lips were made for kissing. She had to tilt her head up, and I had to bend a little so our mouths could touch. I held two firm buttocks in my hands and pulled her body to mine so she could feel my erect cock pressing against her tummy, and I could feel her firm, full breasts pressing against my chest. After a few minutes of passionate kissing, we broke off, both of us panting.

"Gawd, Todd, I love kissing you. I don't think boys my age know how to kiss a girl."

"And I love your ass, Blake; it's so firm."

"Years of playing soccer," Blake replied.

"Do you think that you're ready to go to bed?" I asked her.

Her jocular mood turned serious as she replied, "I think so."

I took her hand and led her to my bedroom and told her to get undressed in the bathroom but to leave her panties on. I could hardly stand the suspense, waiting to see her naked body.

Blake came out of the bathroom and stood next to where I was lying on the bed. I gasped as I saw her perfect hourglass figure. She had perfect B-cup breasts with darkened and stippled areolas and beaded pink nipples. The bikini-cut panties hugged her hips, and I could see a perfect cameltoe in her vulva nestled in the gap between slender thighs.

"My God, Blake. I didn't know what was under your school uniform, but I do now, and you've got a gorgeous body."

"Blake blushed a little and said, "Thanks, Todd."

I pulled the covers back in invitation revealing my nakedness. Now it was Blake's turn to gasp as she saw my erection lying on my stomach. She lay down beside me, and I put my arm around her. With her head in the crook of my shoulder we kissed. As I opened my mouth to admit her tongue, I felt her hand grasp the shaft of my cock.

I couldn't wait any longer, I cupped her breast and, my thumb caressed her areola, feeling its puffiness. A shiver of excitement ran through my body as I saw her areolas; they were each like a cherry on a cupcake—a sexy, swollen, dark-pink mound topped by a small nipple. As I slid my hand down across her flat, taut tummy and inside the waistband of her panties and cupped her plump mons, Blake moaned into my mouth. I pressed my middle finger into the tight furrow formed by fleshy labia, oozing them aside, feeling her wetness.

The tip of my finger found the very hot, very wet opening of her vagina causing more moans and a tightening of her grip on my shaft. Blake gasped as I pushed my finger inside her up to the second knuckle. I was sure she had never had her g-spot massaged. I curled my finger and began rubbing the inside of her vagina. Her body began to tremble and jerk. This went on for a few minutes, and I sensed that she was chasing her elusive orgasm, but was not finding it.

Time to shift gears. I removed my hand from inside her panties and shuffled down the bed. Hooking my thumbs inside the waistband of her underpants, I drew them down. Blake lifted, allowing me to tug them over her butt and remove them completely. My face was inches away from her gorgeous pussy with the smattering of hairs on her mons and the ruffle of her inner labia showing in her tight cleft.

As I pushed my tongue in between her plump labia and tasted her juices, I became a little light headed. I finally coaxed her clit out of its hood and began to suck it and flick it with the tip of my tongue. At the same time, I curled my finger inside her vagina and massaged her g-spot. The combination of the two was having its desired effect. Blake began to tremble, and her whole body seemed to come alive as she slowly climbed the slope to her elusive orgasm. Her body shuddered with anticipation as she sensed that she was on the cusp of her first orgasm; a final suck of her now engorged clitoris tipped her over the top.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God!" she cried as she dropped into the seemingly endless abyss of her first orgasm. Her thighs snapped shut on my head, and she had her hands on the back of my head as she pushed her crotch into my face grinding her clit into my mouth. It was if she was having an epileptic fit, she was shaking so much. This went on for two long minutes until she began to calm; her body became limp, and her legs and arms fell to her sides. Small jerks and tics like mini aftershocks came and went.

Blake finally opened her eyes, looked at me and burst into tears. I moved up beside her and put my arm around her and pulled her to me. Her tears fell off her cheeks onto my chest as she hugged me. She finally stopped crying and looked up and me and smiled.

"Thank you, Todd," she said. She peppered my face with kisses. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

We lay there in each other's arms for ten long minutes. Blake finally realized I was still hard as a rock and had not climaxed. She moved down and took the shaft of my cock in her hand.

"I've never done this before, so tell me if I'm not doing it right," she said.

She put the head of my cock in her mouth and began to suck it and swirl her tongue around its tip. At the same time, she stroked its shaft.

"God, Blake, you're really, really good," I said, and I meant it.

After five minutes of fellating me, I had to stop her because I was about to cum.

"If you keep that up, Blake I'm going to cum in your mouth," I told her.

"But I thought guys like to cum in a girl's mouth," she replied.

"We do," I said, "but I want to be inside your pussy."

She excited me when she said, "Okay, maybe next time then."

I got back between her legs and swiped the head of my cock up and down her red, inflamed cleft, oozing her plump labia aside. After positioning its bulbous, purple head at her entrance, I pushed. As I kept up the pressure, I could feel the tight ring of skin slowly dilate, and with a small whimper, I entered Blake's tight, hot pussy.

"Jeez, Blake, that feels so good," I said. "I love how tight you are. I wish I could have taken your virginity."

"I wish you'd been my first too, Todd. But I'll make it up to you."

I pushed some more, and in one continuous stroke, I buried all of my cock inside her. Blake put her legs around my waist and her hands around my neck and pulled me down on top of her, squashing her firm breasts against my chest. I was so aroused at bringing Blake to her first orgasm that I knew it wouldn't take long for me to cum.

"Are you on the pill or anything?" I asked not wanting to get her pregnant.

"No, I'm not, and I got lucky with my boyfriend not to get pregnant."

"Okay, then I'll pull out before I climax."

I went back to thrusting in and out of Blake's tight, wet pussy. A few minutes later, I felt my orgasm closing in, so I pushed back up and pulled out of her. Taking my shaft in hand, I began to masturbate as Blake watched intently. The first thick rope of white viscous liquid spurted out and splashed onto Blake's breasts. Subsequent loads covered her neck, chest, and tummy. I was breathing heavily as I collapsed beside her, empty but happy and contented.

"Wow!" Was all Blake could say. She scooped up some of my semen on two fingers and proceeded to suck them clean.

"Mmm, nice," she said.

She got off the bed and went to my bathroom and cleaned up. A few minutes later she got back into bed, pulled the covers over us and snuggled up to my side. We dozed for a couple of hours and made love again. Finally, at two o'clock in the morning, after I had spurted a small amount of semen into Blake's mouth, we both fell into a deep and satisfying slumber.


"You remember the first time you had an orgasm, Blake?" I asked as she snuggled up to me after a very satisfying lovemaking session.

"I'll never forget it," Blake replied. "To think, if the coffee shop hadn't been so crowded that day, I might never have sat at your table and told you my problem."

"I know. And if you didn't, we would never have fallen in love and got married."

"I love you very much Todd, and I couldn't be any happier," Blake said.

"I love you too, my darling."

"Ouch," Blake said rubbing her rather large belly. "Our little girl can't wait to make her appearance."

I spooned her back with my arm over hers holding a quite large breasts in my hand as I fell asleep. I knew I would be awakened a few times in the night as our daughter's kicks woke Blake up, but I didn't care. Never in my life had I felt such contentment.


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