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She was in love with him and he was all she could think about. The young men at her school no longer held any interest for her, there was only one man she wanted and needed. She would sit there and stare at him when she could do it and not be obvious.
His voice was as smooth as silk and she hung on his every word. When he would smile as her it sent shivers up her spine. She longed to caress his face and run her slender fingers through his jet back hair. Just the scent of his cologne alone was enough to cause her heart to race and her nipples to get hard.
The first time he gave her goodnight hug she felt her panties get wet with desire at the feel of his arms around her. There were only two problems preventing them from getting together. One was her age, she was only sixteen. Although legal in some states that was not the case here.
The second and biggest one was her overly protective Mother.
She had made the mistake of telling her Mom how good looking she thought he was , it was probably the worst thing she could have done. She was given the standard speech of there was only one thing a man his age wanted from a girl her age.
"He's not that old, he's only nineteen," she said in his defense.
"That's too old for you," she responded firmly.
The damage had been done and after that Mom kept a sharp eye on her. She couldn't even sit next to him anymore. Mom would make one of her brothers get up and sit next to her and Flint could sit opposite her.as the rest of her family stared at her in disbelief.
"Jen has a crush on you and I don't want to do anything to encourage it," she told him one evening while Jen was in the ladies room.
"My sitting next to her is encouragement?" he responded.
"Distance is our friend," she responded.
Jen now looked forward to Friday nights and the dinner meeting of the Custom Car Club more than ever before, it was how she had met him. She remembered seeing him walk in and that he was alone, he was tall, dark and very good looking.
He was looking for an empty table but this week the place was packed, so Dad invited him to sit at their table. He walked over and introduced himself as Flint Marco and then sat down next to her.
They soon became fast friends and he was invited over after the meetings to play cards, watch a movie, work on one of their hot rods or just hang out on the front porch with them. She couldn't say more than three words to him without getting nasty looks from her Mother.
So Jen compensated for her not being allowed to speak to him by writing long letters and sending them to his house. She warned him not to write back as she didn't trust her Mom not to open her mail.
Her letters were easily six to ten pages long and full of her desires, dreams and feelings. These were not the words and longings of a lovesick teenager, they were deep and full of emotion. Flint had dated girls his own age and older that could not express themselves that well.
The letters forced him to examine his feelings toward her. She was attractive and based on her letters was well spoken. He was use to his looks attracting the attentions of younger females at family gatherings, but he ignored all of them as these females looked and acted like teenagers. This one was different because he was attracted to her. Due to her age and the constant presence of her Mom he kept himself in check.
It was at one meeting that she begged her Mom to allow her to ride with him in his T-bucket roadster back to their house. He had just finished it and brought it out to show it off to the club members. Mom's response was a firm and solid no. However this time her Dad over ruled her decision.
"We are going to be right behind them and there is no backseat for them to slip into," he joked.
Mom wasn't happy but did not dare dispute her husband. Overjoyed, Jen ran after him climbed in next to him as the engine roared to life. They waited until her Dad's car pulled up behind them before he exited into the street.
"Are my letters boring you?" she asked in a soft voice.
"No way, I look forward to them. I just wish I could write back," Flint responded.
"I know, but I don't want to risk Mom seeing them," Jen said as her hand sought his.
Their fingers interlaced and he gave her hand a squeeze, her heart began to beat faster. Once they reached their driveway she bailed out and ran into the house, she needed release.
Once safely in her room with the door closed and locked she could attend to her needs. It was at a sleepover at a friends house that she learned this trick and now she used it almost every night.
She closed her eyes and began to slowly unbutton her blouse, she imagined it was Flint standing behind her doing it. It fell to the floor revealing a silky white bra. She cupped and gently rubbed her pert tits but in her minds eye she saw and felt him doing it. She unfastened the clasp and it to fell to the floor.
Now as she gently rolled the nipples of her soft breasts she visualized Flint doing it. She could smell his cologne and feel his warm breath on her neck and she softly moaned his name. Jen then unzipped her jeans and slowly slid them down to her ankles and stepped out of them, she was now in her silky bikini panties.
As she massaged her burning pussy through the already wet crotch and she visualized it was his strong hands that were doing the rubbing. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and slowly slid them down to reveal a small thatch of honey blond pubic hair.
She ran her hands through it and the slightest brush with her swollen lips caused her to get hornier and wetter. She then moved to her armchair and placed one leg over each padded arm and slowly inserted her finger.
She quickly found her clit and began to rub it, the sensation cause her to feel like she was floating and she moaned his name again. Meanwhile down on the porch she was the topic of discussion as Mom wondered what was wrong with her Daughter, Flint had an idea, but he kept it to himself.
Mom went upstairs and knocked on Jen's door to tell her that Dad had brought frozen custard from the local ice cream stand, she was told to go away.
"Let Flint try," Dad said ignoring the nasty look his wife shot him.
"I don't think that's a good idea," Mom offered but her protest was ignored.
"Flint go upstairs as ask her to come down and join us," Dad stated.
"OK."
"Now if you're not back down here in ten minutes, I'm coming up with my shotgun," Dad continued.
Flint walked up the stair and lightlyTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
His voice was as smooth as silk and she hung on his every word. When he would smile as her it sent shivers up her spine. She longed to caress his face and run her slender fingers through his jet back hair. Just the scent of his cologne alone was enough to cause her heart to race and her nipples to get hard.
The first time he gave her goodnight hug she felt her panties get wet with desire at the feel of his arms around her. There were only two problems preventing them from getting together. One was her age, she was only sixteen. Although legal in some states that was not the case here.
The second and biggest one was her overly protective Mother.
She had made the mistake of telling her Mom how good looking she thought he was , it was probably the worst thing she could have done. She was given the standard speech of there was only one thing a man his age wanted from a girl her age.
"He's not that old, he's only nineteen," she said in his defense.
"That's too old for you," she responded firmly.
The damage had been done and after that Mom kept a sharp eye on her. She couldn't even sit next to him anymore. Mom would make one of her brothers get up and sit next to her and Flint could sit opposite her.as the rest of her family stared at her in disbelief.
"Jen has a crush on you and I don't want to do anything to encourage it," she told him one evening while Jen was in the ladies room.
"My sitting next to her is encouragement?" he responded.
"Distance is our friend," she responded.
Jen now looked forward to Friday nights and the dinner meeting of the Custom Car Club more than ever before, it was how she had met him. She remembered seeing him walk in and that he was alone, he was tall, dark and very good looking.
He was looking for an empty table but this week the place was packed, so Dad invited him to sit at their table. He walked over and introduced himself as Flint Marco and then sat down next to her.
They soon became fast friends and he was invited over after the meetings to play cards, watch a movie, work on one of their hot rods or just hang out on the front porch with them. She couldn't say more than three words to him without getting nasty looks from her Mother.
So Jen compensated for her not being allowed to speak to him by writing long letters and sending them to his house. She warned him not to write back as she didn't trust her Mom not to open her mail.
Her letters were easily six to ten pages long and full of her desires, dreams and feelings. These were not the words and longings of a lovesick teenager, they were deep and full of emotion. Flint had dated girls his own age and older that could not express themselves that well.
The letters forced him to examine his feelings toward her. She was attractive and based on her letters was well spoken. He was use to his looks attracting the attentions of younger females at family gatherings, but he ignored all of them as these females looked and acted like teenagers. This one was different because he was attracted to her. Due to her age and the constant presence of her Mom he kept himself in check.
It was at one meeting that she begged her Mom to allow her to ride with him in his T-bucket roadster back to their house. He had just finished it and brought it out to show it off to the club members. Mom's response was a firm and solid no. However this time her Dad over ruled her decision.
"We are going to be right behind them and there is no backseat for them to slip into," he joked.
Mom wasn't happy but did not dare dispute her husband. Overjoyed, Jen ran after him climbed in next to him as the engine roared to life. They waited until her Dad's car pulled up behind them before he exited into the street.
"Are my letters boring you?" she asked in a soft voice.
"No way, I look forward to them. I just wish I could write back," Flint responded.
"I know, but I don't want to risk Mom seeing them," Jen said as her hand sought his.
Their fingers interlaced and he gave her hand a squeeze, her heart began to beat faster. Once they reached their driveway she bailed out and ran into the house, she needed release.
Once safely in her room with the door closed and locked she could attend to her needs. It was at a sleepover at a friends house that she learned this trick and now she used it almost every night.
She closed her eyes and began to slowly unbutton her blouse, she imagined it was Flint standing behind her doing it. It fell to the floor revealing a silky white bra. She cupped and gently rubbed her pert tits but in her minds eye she saw and felt him doing it. She unfastened the clasp and it to fell to the floor.
Now as she gently rolled the nipples of her soft breasts she visualized Flint doing it. She could smell his cologne and feel his warm breath on her neck and she softly moaned his name. Jen then unzipped her jeans and slowly slid them down to her ankles and stepped out of them, she was now in her silky bikini panties.
As she massaged her burning pussy through the already wet crotch and she visualized it was his strong hands that were doing the rubbing. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and slowly slid them down to reveal a small thatch of honey blond pubic hair.
She ran her hands through it and the slightest brush with her swollen lips caused her to get hornier and wetter. She then moved to her armchair and placed one leg over each padded arm and slowly inserted her finger.
She quickly found her clit and began to rub it, the sensation cause her to feel like she was floating and she moaned his name again. Meanwhile down on the porch she was the topic of discussion as Mom wondered what was wrong with her Daughter, Flint had an idea, but he kept it to himself.
Mom went upstairs and knocked on Jen's door to tell her that Dad had brought frozen custard from the local ice cream stand, she was told to go away.
"Let Flint try," Dad said ignoring the nasty look his wife shot him.
"I don't think that's a good idea," Mom offered but her protest was ignored.
"Flint go upstairs as ask her to come down and join us," Dad stated.
"OK."
"Now if you're not back down here in ten minutes, I'm coming up with my shotgun," Dad continued.
Flint walked up the stair and lightlyTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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