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I grew up in a small Texas town of 3,100 people. My dad was a Church of Christ minister and my mom was a teacher. Needless to say, I couldn’t jaywalk without them hearing about it.
They were both killed in a car accident, so I had to go live with my aunt in Dallas. She got a lot of life insurance money when her husband died in a work-related accident, so she didn’t have to work. Instead, she stayed drunk 24/7/365. Most of the time, even when she wasn’t passed out, she hardly knew I existed.
I should have been having the time of my life, but I didn’t know my way around Dallas, and I wasn’t old enough to get my driver’s license anyway. To make matters worse, she wouldn’t give me any money, so when I needed something from the store, I had to pinch money out of her purse. She never missed it.
An old man lived next door. Sometimes, I would see him out mowing his lawn or swimming in his pool. The neighbor on the right had a privacy fence as did the neighbor on the other side of him. There was only a short chain-link fence between our yard and his.
One day, when I was sitting on the back porch feeling particularly depressed, he got out of his pool and walked up to the fence, “You look like you’re absolutely miserable.”
“You have no idea” I told him.
“What’s wrong, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Nothing really. I’m just bored.”
He nodded, “Well, you’re welcome to use my pool anytime you want.”
I smiled at him and thanked him for his offer. “I’ll take you up on that. Is right now too soon?”
“Not at all. Just hop the fence and enjoy yourself.”
My bikini in place and a towel in hand, I climbed over the short fence and was in the pool within seconds. God! It was wonderful. I wasn’t paying any attention to anything but the cool water on my body. When I did look around, the old man was sitting in the shade of an umbrella with a drink in his hand.
I decided to confront him, so I swam to that end of the pool and called out, “Did you invite me over here just so you could watch me in my swimsuit?”
He let out a chuckle, “No, but it is a nice bonus. You’ve already made my day.”
“Well, at least you’re honest about it. And by the way, you made my day too. Your pool is wonderful.”
“Well there you have it then. It’s a win-win situation. You get to swim and I get to gawk at a sexy young woman in a bikini. How do you know Linda?”
“She’s my aunt. My parents ... a car accident. They both died, so I have to live with her.”
“I’m sorry to hear about your parents. Does Linda treat you okay?”
I laughed, “Hell, she doesn’t treat me at all. Most of the time she doesn’t even know I’m here. She’s always drunk.”
“Yeah, I expected as much.”
I got out and joined him under the umbrella, “What are you drinking?”
“Jack Black on the rocks.”
I grew up in a dry county, so I didn’t know much about booze. “That’s whiskey, right?”
“Yes. Have you ever tasted whiskey?”
I nodded, “I’ve sneaked a drink or two from my aunt’s bottle of Jim Beam when she was passed out.”
He winced, “Jim Beam is the cheap shit. It’s too sweet for me. I prefer Jack Daniel’s. It costs more, but it tastes a lot better.”
“I didn’t drink it straight like you are. I mixed it with orange juice. It tasted terrible, but it seemed to help with my depression a little.”
He shuddered noticeably, “Gezz, that sounds terrible. You should have mixed it with Coke.”
I shrugged, “I didn’t know. By the way, I’m Gina. What’s your name?”
“I’m Paul” and he reached across the table to shake my hand. “Nice to meet you. So Gina, would you like to try a little Jack and Coke? Oh wait! How old are you, sixteen, seventeen?”
I laughed out loud, “Try fourteen.”
His eyes shot open, “Wow! I would have never guessed you’re that young—not in a million years.”
“Can I still have that drink? If not, I’ll go get some of my aunt’s.”
He pondered that for a few seconds, “I guess so, as long as you don’t tell anyone.”
I chuckled, “Who the hell would I tell? I don’t know anyone but my aunt ... and now you.”
“Okay” he said as he got to his feet, “I guess one won’t hurt.”
When he got back outside, he had a fresh drink for himself and one for me. When I took a sip, I had to agree it was a lot better. Of course it was mixed with Coke instead of OJ. “It’s good.”
“I knew you’d like it better than Jim Beam and orange juice. Ukkk”
By the time I was finished with that drink, my extremities were already tingling. “Wow! That’s good stuff. Would you mind terribly if I have one more?”
“I really shouldn’t. I don’t want you going home drunk.”
I rolled my eyes, “Like Aunt Lush would know.” And then an idea came to me, “I’ll make you a deal. If you let me have another drink, I’ll go back in the pool so you can perv on me some more.”
Paul laughed out loud, “You don’t have to do that, but I have to admit, looking at you in that bikini makes your offer tempting—very tempting.”
I giggled, “Then I’ll let you look all you want.”
“Well, I can resist anything except temptation, so okay.” And he took my glass into the house. He returned two minutes later with a fresh drink and handed it to me.
After taking a couple of sips, I got up and walked slowly to the pool and walked down the steps into the water. I’d never felt so naughty in my life, but it was fun.
My body was really tingling later when I walked up the steps and out of the pool. Paul was staring at me intently. I don’t know how I got the courage to be so bold, but I walked right up in front of him, tilted my head back, closed my eyes and held my arms out from my sides. “Look all you want.”
I stood there like that for maybe a full minute before picking up my glass. I was still standing right in front of him. I looked at his eyes while I sipped from the glass. “You like?” I asked him. Of course, I knew I had a nice body. My legs were long, slender and toned. My 34 C tits weren’t bad either.
“Absolutely! You’re gorgeous!”
I giggled, and then sat down and continued sipping my drink. Even before I was finished with it, my body was tingling all over. “So, Paul, tell me, what do I have to do to earn one more?”
He seemed to actually be considering it. I could almost see the smoke coming out of his ears. After half a minute, he asked, “Are you serious?”
“Very”.
Finally, he said, “I’m trying very hard not to be a dirty old man.”
I found it funny that this old man was practically eating out of my hand. “Paul, if you’re a dirty old man at heart, then why are you trying so hard to hide it?”
His tone was serious when he said, “You’re only fourteen, for Christ’s sake.”
Without those two drinks, I would have never been bold enough to do what I did next. I stood up, reached behind me and unclasped my bikini top. I didn’t let it fall off though. Instead, I held it in place with my arm across my tits, and showed him a naughty grin, “It’s going to be hard to hold my top in place while I’m swimming.”
Paul’s eyes were as big as saucers. When he regained his composure, he took our empty glasses inside. When he came out, I was in the pool. My bikini top was draped over the back of my chair. The look on his face made me wish I had a camera.
When Paul sat my drink on the table, I took a deep breath and then walked up the steps and over to the umbrella. I immediately grabbed my bikini top and put it on. Then, I looked over to him and grinned, “That should earn me another drink or two.”
When he’d recuperated enough, he said, “If you keep doing things like that, you can have all you want.”
I giggled, “If I get too drunk, you may have to help me back over the fence.”
Actually, I had two more drinks, but I didn’t feel really drunk. I just had a really nice buzz. In fact, I was feeling good enough to tease Paul a little. “So Paul, are mine the first fourteen-year-old tits you’ve seen?”
He cleared his throat, “Uh ... yes.”
“Well?”
After thinking about it for only a few seconds, he said “They look incredible. You look incredible.”
“Just so you know, you’re the only person I’ve ever let see them ... well, at least other than other girls in the shower after gym class, but they don’t really count, now do they?”
“I’m honored.”
“It’s really hot out here, even in the shade. I’m about ready to take another quick dip and I’m trying to decide if I should wear my bikini top into the pool this time. What do you think?”
He didn’t hesitate, “I vote for you leaving it on your chair.”
I giggled, “Oh, does Paul want to see my fourteen year old tits again?”
“He does ... I do.”
I took a big gulp of my drink, and then stood up and stepped in front of him with my back to him. “You do the honors.” I could feel his hands shaking, but he finally managed to get my bikini top unclasped. Then I walked into the pool without turning to face him.
When I got out after a couple of minutes was a different matter. I walked right up to him and just stood there and let him ogle my tits. God, that made my pussy wet and start to tingle. My nipples were hard and poking out. I stood there for probably two minutes before holding out my hand for my bikini top. I was about to put it on when I thought better of it. I sat down still topless and began sipping my drink again.
“I should probably go home. I’m starting to get a little hungry.”
“I could order pizza or Chinese or something.”
I giggled, “I take it you’re not tired of looking at my tits yet.”
He chuckled, “Hell, I’ll never get tired of that.”
“Okay, I like meat lover’s pizza.”
“I’ll be right back.”
But I got up and followed him. “I really, really need to pee.”
When we got inside, he pointed me down the hall. Alone in the bathroom, my brain was spinning. I whispered to myself, “Shit, Gina. You can have anything you want from him, and it doesn’t hurt you at all. He’s putty in your hands. He’ll give you anything you want, maybe even money.”
When I crawled back over the fence late that evening, I was feeling very tipsy, but not really drunk. I’d let him see my bare tits a couple more times, and he gawked at them each time like it was the first time he’d seen them.
I learned that Paul was fifty-two years old. He’d owned a nightclub for fifteen years and it did very well, so he’d managed to squirrel away a good piece of change. He sold it when he was forty-eight, and cleared enough from the sale to retire comfortably.
Paul wasn’t a handsome man at all, but he wasn’t ugly either. He was five-eleven, a hundred sixty pounds, and his once blonde hair had turned to pure white. I loved his quick wit. He made me laugh a lot, and because I could explore the sexual side of me that had been so long repressed, I felt as though I was getting a mulligan on life. I could choose what to do with it.
I didn’t get up until almost eleven the next morning. Surprisingly, aside from a slight headache, I wasn’t hung over at all. The Lush was just leaving when I walked into the kitchen. She said she was going to the store, and then she was gone. She didn’t even ask me if I needed anything, so I assumed she was going to the liquor store for more booze.
I’d never smoked, but I was feeling rebellious, so I swiped a pack of her cigs and headed out to the back porch. When I lit the first one and inhaled, I coughed and gagged for a long time. “Shit, how can people do this?” But I knew kids in my previous school who did, so I kept at it. Three cigs in, I wasn’t coughing any more.
“I didn’t know you smoke. Those things will kill you.” Paul said from across the fence.
I showed him a smile, “I just feel like it.”
He shrugged and threw up his hands in surrender, “They’re your lungs.”
“I’m going to go in and put on my swimsuit. I’ll be over in a few minutes.”
When I got over to Paul’s yard, the first thing I noticed was an ashtray on the table under the umbrella. I had brought the cigs and book of matches with me, so I put them on the table before jumping into the pool.
When Paul came out of the house and saw me in the pool, he waved and called out with a smile, “How’s the water?”
“Wonderful!” I called back.
He walked over and sat under the umbrella and watched me, so when I was finished swimming, I got out and teased him, “Enjoying the view?”
He grinned, “You have no idea.”
“So, how about a drink?”
He glanced at his watch, “It’s only noon-thirty. Don’t you think it’s a little early to start drinking?”
I shook my head with a shrug, “I don’t have any plans for today. Do you?”
Dutifully, he got up and went inside, returning a few minutes later with two glasses. When he handed me my drink, he said “I’m going to have to make a trip to the liquor store.”
“I’ll come with you. I want to get some more cigs and a lighter. I just have to wait till the Lush gets home so I can lift some money out of her purse.”
He laughed, “You don’t have to do that. I’ll buy them for you.”
I took a drink from my glass and lit a cig. “Ahhh, that’s awfully sweet of you, Paul, but I don’t want charity. I’ll bet I can think of some way to pay you. I was thinking of working on my tan later, and I don’t want to get tan lines ... any tan lines, if you get my meaning.”
His tone was scolding when he said, “Gina, you don’t have to do that. I can afford it. You don’t have to pay me.”
“Thanks, but I insist.”
Paul let out a chuckle and shrugged, “Okay, but I may die from a heart attack.”
“I really doubt that.”
And then his tone sounded more serious when he said, “Gina, you said I was the first one, other than the girls in your P.E. class to see you topless, is that the truth. I hope you feel that you can be honest with me.”
“Yes, Paul. That was the absolute truth.”
“Then you’re a virgin.”
“Yes, I’ve never even kissed a boy. It was a small town, and my parents were very strict. Why do you ask?”
He shrugged again, “I don’t know. It just seems like you’re ... I don’t know...”
“Bold?”
“Yeah, that’s the word I was looking for. You’re just really bold for a teenage girl who hasn’t had any experience at all.”
“After my parents died, I just said, ‘fuck it. I’m going to finally have some fun being me. You’re just the first opportunity I’ve had to experiment a little. Until yesterday, I was beginning to feel like I didn’t care if I lived or died. I was even thinking of taking a bunch of pills or something. So, in a way, you saved my life.”
“Wow! Please don’t ever think about that again—not even for a second. And, just so you know, I love watching you experiment. What red-blooded man wouldn’t? I may be old, but I’m not dead.”
“In that case, why don’t we head to the store?” And I drained the last of my drink.
“Okay, how long do you need to get ready?”
“I’m ready now.” I said with a giggle.
“You ... you don’t want to put on something ... more?”
I laughed, “What’s the matter? Are you afraid of being seen with a fourteen-year-old girl in a bikini? If anyone asks, just tell them I’m you niece or something.”
“It’s not that. It’s just that I might wrap us around a telephone pole.”
I laughed again, “You’ll just have to muster up the will to keep your eyes on the road.”
“That’s going to be easier said than done.”
I got up and looked down at him, “Just keep in mind what I’m going to do when we get back—tanning, remember? That should keep your mind occupied.”
It was a real hoot in the grocery store where we bought the cigs and Cokes ... Paul seemed really embarrassed by me being with him in just my bikini. When he got back in the car from the liquor store, I had to laugh. He’d purchased two half gallons of Jack Daniel’s. I teased him, “Paul, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re planning to ply me with alcohol and take advantage of me.”
He just showed me a devilish grin, “Maybe.”
During the drive back to his house, I took off my bikini top. When he glanced my way, he did almost run off the road. “What are you doing?”
“Just getting ready to lie out in the sun.” And then I raised my butt and slipped my bikini bottoms down and off. “Surely you didn’t think I was kidding about sunbathing totally nude, did you?”
“No, but I did think you’d wait until you’re in the backyard before getting naked.”
“You really don’t get it, do you, Paul?”
“Get what?”
We were just pulling into his garage, so I said, “I’ll tell you when we get inside.” And then I got out and waited at the door for him.
Inside, he showed me into his den and showed me his wet bar. While he was fixing each of us a drink, I said, “You don’t get how liberating it is to be able to do anything I want—what with my strict, overprotective parents and all. And besides, I love the way seeing my body makes your eyes bug out.” And I let out a hardy laugh.
He wasn’t being shy about gawking at my naked body. When he finally looked up at my face, he said in a low, reverent tone, “Pardon my language, but you are fucking stunning.”
“Why thank you.” I said as I was walking around to his side of the wet bar. Once there, I threw my arms around his neck and gave him a warm kiss on the lips.
“You know, this could land me in jail for the rest of my life, don’t you?”
So I gave him another warm kiss and purred in his ear, “Then I suggest you don’t tell anyone.”
When I finished that drink, Paul fixed me another. I carried it outside and placed it under a lounge chair so it would be in the shade. I adjusted the chair into a semi-inclined position, and then lay down. I had just put on my sunglasses when Paul walked right up to the foot of my lounge chair. He was just standing there staring at my naked body.
His boldness caused a tingle in my pussy and it grew moist. “I’m glad you’re getting over your shyness. I like it when you look at me like that.”
“Just be careful not to burn.” And then he carried his drink over and sat in the shade of the umbrella.
After about fifteen minutes, I took a big gulp of my drink and then adjusted the chair into a fully reclined position. And then I lay down on my stomach.
When I thought another fifteen minutes had passed, I got up and took my drink over to where Paul was sitting. After standing right in front of him for about a minute, I sat on the other side of the table from him. “I don’t think that was too long for my first time, do you?”
He shook his head, “Nah, I think it was about right. You’ll know in the morning.”
When he heard me giggle, he asked, “What?”
“I was just thinking ... if I burned, you’ll have to buy some cream and rub it into every inch of my skin.”
When he didn’t say anything, I teased, “Has a cat got your tongue?”
He chuckled, “No, I was just trying to conjure up an image of me doing that to you.”
“You should probably wait to conjure up that image until you’re alone in your room.” I said with a giggle.
“Oh, I promise you I will do exactly that.”
After taking another sip of my drink and lighting a cig with the new Zippo lighter he’d bought for me, I said, “Paul?”
“Yes?”
“Are you ever going to kiss me—not like earlier, but a real proper kiss—a French kiss?”
“Gina! I don’t think we--”
“Bullshit! Sooner or later I’m going to go on dates with boys my own age. I’m sure they’ll want to kiss me like that. Unless someone teaches me, how am I supposed to know how to do it? And, I want that someone to be you.”
He looked around nervously, “What if your Aunt looks out the window?”
I giggled, “I doubt she’d even recognize me, but if that’s what’s bothering you. We can go inside. I need a fresh drink anyway.”
Paul didn’t say anything for a really long time, and then he said in a pensive voice, “If you’re sure that’s what you really want, then I’ll do it, but only if you’re really sure.”
I stood up, “Great! Then let’s go inside.” I didn’t wait on him. I went into the house and straight to the den. I was sitting at his wet bar when he entered the room, so I stood up and faced him.
When he stepped up in front of me, he moved in and lifted my chin. Just as he started to lean down to kiss me, I stopped him. “If I was your girlfriend, you’d probably be holding me, right?”
“I guess.”
“Then hold me like you would a girlfriend.”
He looked nervous as hell, but he finally put one hand on my back and drew me closer. I grabbed his other hand and placed it squarely on my butt. “That’s better. Now kiss me.”
I could feel him shaking, but he leaned in and gave me a warm kiss on the lips. And then he pressed his lips to mine more firmly. I instinctively parted my lips and teeth, and he slid his tongue into my mouth. When I began swirling my tongue around his, he moaned into my open mouth. God! That kiss made my pussy tingle and moisten.
A full minute or more later, he pulled back and looked into my eyes for a reaction. I showed him a smile, “That was way cool. I really enjoyed it. Now, I expect you to do that at least a few times every day. Understand?”
He grinned and then kissed me again. This time, he moved his other hand down to my butt and started kneading my naked flesh with both hands. He pulled my lower half firmly to him, and I could feel his dick poking me in the belly. I had to force myself to hold my giggle until after that very long kiss ended.
“What?”
“I could feel your dick poking me.”
His face got really red, but then he just shrugged and said, “That’s the effect you have on me.”
I was just about to tease him, but thought better of it. I showed him a warm smile, “I’m glad. That makes me very happy, and by the way, it made my pussy tingle.”
It was two days later when I decided to set the hook on Paul, even more than I had already. I’d been totally naked around him several times, and I was today as well. We were sitting in the shade of the umbrella sipping our drinks. When I finished mine and put out my cigg, I stood up and led him into the house and straight to the wet bar.
I didn’t have to tell him what I wanted, and he mixed me a fresh drink without comment. But when he handed it to me, I led him over to the sofa and had him sit. And then I straddled his lap facing him.
“Paul, I want to experience what it feels like when someone other than me touches my tits. Will you do that for me?”
His jaw dropped, so I gave him a passionate kiss. When I pulled back, I said, “Pretty please.”
He looked flustered, “Gina, I appreciate the offer and I’m honored, but I don’t think--”
I put a finger to his lips to silence him. “Don’t think. Just do it.” And I gave him another deep kiss.
Finally, Paul relented and put his hands on both of my tits. “Oh my God!” I moaned. “I knew it would feel different and great, but Holy Shit, that’s incredible.” I wasn’t lying either. It did feel wonderful. I was almost tempted to let him suck them, but I decided to take baby steps with him.
Later, Paul ordered Chinese. He chuckled when I took my seat at the table, “Are you really going to eat naked?”
“Sure, why not—unless you’re tired of looking at me.”
“Never!”
“I appreciate the food, Paul. The Lush doesn’t tell me when lunch or dinner is ready. I have to look through the fridge for her leftovers.”
Paul shook his head, “That’s terrible. Just so you know, I’m a pretty decent cook. You can have lunch and dinner with me every day. It’ll be fun cooking for someone else again. It’s been years.”
I giggled, “What about breakfast? When I stay over here, I expect breakfast.”
“Stay over here?”
“Unless I’m not welcome. The Lush won’t even know I’m not there, and if she does notice, she won’t give a shit.”
“You’re welcome any time, of course. I’ll straighten up the guest room.”
Hearing that made me laugh out loud for a long time.
“What?”
“Paul, Paul, my dear sweet Paul. When I stay over here, I will sleep in your bed with your arms around me or I won’t stay at all.”
“Uh, well ... we’ll see.”
The following morning, I thought it was time to give Paul a little test. I told him, “I need to find a job that’s not too far to walk to. I’m tired of being broke, and sooner or later, the Lush is going to get wise to me stealing her money. I’d like to buy some new clothes that fit my newfound sexual side, and stuff like that.”
We were just sitting out in the shade drinking ice tea. He got up and offered me his hand. When I took it, he pulled me to my feet and put a hand on each of my shoulders. And then in a compassionate tone, he said, “Gina, you don’t have to get a job. I’m not exactly what I would call rich, but I am fairly well off. I will start giving you a decent allowance—enough to buy clothes and things. It’s the least can do for you. After all, you make me feel twenty years younger, and I love spending time with you. Will a hundred a week get you by?”
My eyes got puffy and I could feel a tear running down my face. I was too emotional to speak right away. Finally, I sniffled and said, “Paul, that’s a very generous offer, but I just wouldn’t feel right about it. I love spending time with you and teasing you and getting you all hot and bothered. I don’t expect anything in return but a meal now and then.”
“Nonsense!” He said sternly. “I’m not doing it for you. I’m doing it for my own selfish reasons. Now, I insist. I won’t take no for an answer, and when you want to go to the mall or wherever, all you have to do is say so and I’ll drive you.”
I threw my arms around his neck and got on my tiptoes to give him a very long, very passionate kiss. When our kiss ended, I said, “I know it’s early, but I could really use a drink.”
“You know where the wet bar is, and now you know how to mix them. Help yourself anytime you want.” And then he surprised me by reaching into the pocket of his shorts and pulling out a key. When he handed it to me, he said, “I had this made for you. It’s to the back door, just in case I’m gone somewhere.”
“Shit, Paul, I need to go get a drink before I start bawling.” And I turned and went into the house.
That evening, while I was on my knees straddling his lap with him kneading my tits, I told him it was okay if he wanted to suck them. He didn’t hesitate. God! Talk about amazing! The second he sucked my nipple into his mouth, my whole body came alive with pleasurable sensations. There must be a nerve that goes from my nipples to my clit, because it came alive too. While he was sucking on one of my nipples, I told him, “You know, one of these days fairly soon, I’m going to want you to fuck me.”
His head jerked back and his whole body stiffened. “We ... we can’t do that. I’m old enough to be your--”
I put a finger to his lips to shut him up. “You’re old enough to be my very handsome, distinguished, knight in shining armor and my best friend who just happens to be the man I have the hots for. Besides, do you want some randy teenage boy who doesn’t know any more about sex than me to pop my cherry? I think not. I want it to be someone who I have feelings for and trust, and someone who knows enough to teach me. I choose you, and just like you said about giving me an allowance, I won’t take no for an answer. The only problem is, I’m not on birth control. I can’t stand the idea of you using a condom. When the time comes, I want to feel you inside me, not some flimsy piece of rubber.”
“Oh wow, Gina. I don’t know what to say. Are you sure?”
“Yes, Paul. I’m a hundred percent sure. I’m not ready for that yet though, but I will be before long, so I need to get prepared.”
Paul helped me off of his lap and headed for the wet bar. He took my empty glass and refilled it, and then he filled his glass all the way up with Jack. I teased him, saying with a giggle, “Oh, someone needs something to calm his nerves, huh?”
“Ya think?”
The next day, I got my period, so I couldn’t go totally nude or go swimming. When I told Paul, he just grew red in the face and said, “Oh.”
I giggled, “Don’t worry; you can still play with my tits.”
Paul called his doctor and explained my situation to him. The doctor told him it was illegal for him to hook me up with birth control pills without permission of a parent or guardian. He suggested Paul call Planned Parenthood, which he did. Sure enough, they could hook me up.
Paul drove me there after my period ended, and after a brief exam and an explanation of the waiting period for having sex after starting birth control pills, I was all set.
On the drive back to his house, I asked him, “So, have you come to terms with the idea of fucking me?”
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