I managed to get into college based on the strength of my last year of high school and chose to study law. It was tough, I was far from a natural academic, but with a surprising amount of blood, sweat and tears for what was supposed to be a process of higher learning I managed to get through it. I graduated near enough to the top of my class to have some hope of clearing my student debt reasonably quickly.
At about this time Ava’s mother developed a serious drug addiction that she didn’t see as a problem. The strain on our relationship was insurmountable in the end and we split up, with me gaining full custody. It’s rare for a father to be the sole parent, but given the obvious drug problems the court didn’t waste any time coming to the conclusion I knew they would. After a few months of sporadic visits, she cut off all contact and I haven’t heard from her since.
The added childcare expenses certainly put pressure on, but my determination never wavered. A few years later than my original budget had predicted I was debt free and highly sought after in the field of contract law. Was it luck that I attracted enough clients to my law firm that I was offered a partnership? Perhaps, but the old saying really did seem to be holding true for me. The harder I worked, the luckier I got.
With the partnership came a new burden of debt, but a massively enlarged income too. The day I moved us out of our crappy apartment into a house with more space than I knew what to do with I couldn’t have been more proud. It was the first physically tangible sign that all my hard work was paying off.
I never forgot where I came from, though. I enjoyed the lifestyle I was able to afford, but always lived within my means and invested prudently. By the time Ava was in high school we had moved again, to an even bigger house. When I was growing up I probably would have called it a mansion, but it was just a great house in a great area with a decent amount of land around it.
We had everything we needed. I did feel lucky, but it seemed like I woke up one day and something was missing. I realised I was approaching forty and I was lonely. I’d spent the past eighteen years trying to carve out some measure of security for myself and my daughter to the exclusion of everything else. How could I go on a date when I’d worked a full day and Ava needed me to go watch a dance recital? I couldn’t.
Ava was growing up though, just about to finish high school, and I decided it was time to register on some internet dating site, upload a picture and profile, and find somebody to share my life with. To my surprise I received a pretty overwhelming response, I guess lawyers aren’t as universally hated as the jokes would have us believe. It wasn’t long before I found myself scheduled for a date with an attractive looking woman whose profile said she was thirty years old and a secretary.
I prepared for the date with a mixture of nerves and excitement, with Ava’s music blaring loud and proud from her room in the background. Ava and her friend, Chloe, were preparing for a special night of their own. It had been their last official day at school before they broke up for study leave and the exams that were fast approaching. What do a bunch of eighteen year olds do when they can taste freedom just around the corner? They organise a schoolgirl and schoolboy themed party of course.
The outfit Ava had showed me a couple days previous was certainly worrying as a father, but I always try my best not to be hypocritical. Thinking back to the kinds of things I got up to before she was born, the stockings and skirt were pretty tame.
When Chloe had turned up on our doorstep that afternoon, already dressed and ready to go, my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Her skirt was shorter, her stockings were lacier, she looked like sex on legs. Chloe was one of Ava’s long-time friends from school and ballet and she had a petite, lean and flexible body that could probably take her a long way in the field, if she wanted to pursue it.
On that day, though, it looked like the classy world of professional ballet was the last thing on her mind. With make-up she had achieved a sultry look that contrasted with her youth in an extremely alluring way. Without words she seemed to bay saying ‘I may be young, but I know things.’
Compared to how innocent she normally looked, it was incredible. Even if my face didn’t show my surprise, my stunned silence must have given me away because the side of Chloe’s mouth raised in a knowing smirk and she gave me a big hug like she always did.
“Hi Mister Banner!”
“Hi Chloe, Ava’s up in her room. Have your parents seen what you’re wearing tonight?”
“Um…”
“I’ll take that as a no.”
I shook my head, trying to look more disapproving than aroused and probably failing. I gestured up the stairs with a thumb and was powerless to stop myself from watching her go. Each upwards step revealed incrementally more and more of her upper thighs until, right at the top of the staircase, I saw the very bottom of her ass cheeks winking out at me before she turned to the side towards Ava’s room and glanced down at me. I was sure I saw that little smirk again and felt myself getting hard at the thought of the teen flesh that had just been flashed.
I shook my head to clear it, I had a date of my own to prepare for and a woman closer to my own age to think about. After a couple of hours, I was more than ready, just filling in time before I went to pick up my date. I went to Ava’s room and knocked on the door, the music booming out over her stereo meant they obviously didn’t hear me so I knocked again.
Still getting no response I turned the handle and pushed it open just in time to see the flash of a camera illuminate Chloe as she posed in front of the wall. Looking like a glamour model, she was pulling the front of her skirt up to expose her legs almost right to the top, with a come-hither look on her face. What had happened to the sweet innocent girl that I used to know? This was an entirely different side to Chloe that I had never suspected.
“Dad! Have you ever heard of knocking?” Ava yelled above the music.
“Have you ever heard knocking?” I responded.
“What?”
“Never mind. Look, I’m just on my way out now. Have a good time, don’t drink too much. Don’t get in a car with any drunk drivers. Don’t let that photo go anywhere you don’t have control of it.”
“We’re not stupid, Dad. We’ll be fine. Good luck for your date, she’s a lucky woman!”
I smiled, glad that we had a relationship where we could be open about these kinds of topics and where she could be happy for me looking for a partner.
*****
I arrived home in a taxi around 1 a.m. muttering to myself about broken contracts. I’d had an extremely difficult time spotting my date at the café we’d agreed to meet at. This is probably because her photo was taken ten years and two hundred pounds in the past. She looked more like she’d eaten the woman in her profile picture.
Why she had agreed to go on a date indoor-rock-climbing I’ll never fathom. She tore two hand-holds right out of the wall. I shook my head, frustrated but seeing the funny side at the same time. I’d gone to a bar afterwards to have a few quiet drinks, giving my date a ‘No’ as politely as I could when she asked to come back to my place.
As I approached my front door I heard the stereo in our living room playing some music I didn’t recognise, like almost everything Ava listened too. I felt a surge of parental indignation, I’d told her she couldn’t bring the party back to our house. She and Chloe could come back to sleep, but that was it.
I strode through the door and into the living room ready to deliver a lecture but stopped in my tracks. There was no party going on in my house, though it looked like there may have been earlier. Vodka, cranberry juice and lemonade bottles were all over the coffee table, and the stereo was going strong. My daughter was nowhere in sight but Chloe was passed out on the couch.
I turned the stereo off and went up to Ava’s room. I peeked in the door, switched on the light to see her sleeping peacefully in her bed and then turned the light out again. It looked like they had stayed more or less within my guidelines, and they weren’t dead in a car wreck somewhere. Some
times, with teens, that’s a success worth celebrating.
I went back to the living room and sifted through the various bottles on the coffee table. There were a scary number of empties considering the strength of some of the alcohol, but I found a half full bottle of vodka and some lemonade to pour myself a drink. I turned the stereo back on, reduced the volume, and changed the music to something a bit more palatable before sitting in the armchair and considering whether I would ever use that site for dating again.
I closed my eyes, listening to the music, and took a few sips of my beverage. At first I thought back to the vision of my date falling off the wall as the instructor attached to her safety rope was flung into the air. The only thing preventing his entry into low-earth-orbit was the anchor rope securing him to the ground. It wasn’t long before my mind was brought back to a far more lovely vision, though. I thought of Chloe’s ass peeking out at me from under her skirt that afternoon and opened my eyes.
I looked over at Chloe’s unconscious form, seeing again that sexy little schoolgirl outfit she was wearing. She seemed to have passed out in the middle of enjoying that god-awful music, both hands were behind her head and she was flat out on her back. The position of her arms had pulled her white button-up top upwards and exposed her flat belly, while her skirt was as short as ever, giving me a peek of her toned thighs between the hem and the top of her black stockings.
I felt my heart begin to beat a little faster and realised that Chloe’s body had been at the back of my mind ever since she had arrived that afternoon.
“Chloe?”
I called her name over the music, but she didn’t respond or move at all. I looked back to the coffee table and wondered just how much of the debris could have been Chloe’s share. She wasn’t a big girl, it probably wouldn’t have taken much to get her absolutely wrecked. I put my drink down and drummed my fingers on the arm rests wrestling with myself about the opportunity to maybe take a close look at Chloe’s sleeping body.
My curiosity got the better of me and I got up and turned the music off before walking over to the couch. She had natural beauty, nobody could deny it. It looked like her friends had used her skin as an autograph page in a year book though, with various messages of well wishes written on her arms and around her belly button, as well as somewhat more crude comments.
‘See you next year! Not! – Tasha’ was written on her arm.
‘You go, girl! – Emily’ was written on her thigh.
‘Cock goes here’ was written on her lower abdomen with an arrow pointing downwards.
“Chloe?” I called softly, still getting no response at all.
With a nervous swallow I got to my knees beside the couch, bringing the vision of sex closer to my roaming eyes. With my close proximity and the stereo at last turned off I could hear her deep, steady, breathing and see the small bumps on her chest rising and falling each time. I watched her for a minute or so, drinking in her perfection.
Chloe’s sleek black hair was flawless, even in sleep, and I was glad to see she had at least prevented people from writing or drawing anything on her face, leaving her well sculpted features unmarred. Her school uniform tie had been worn loose earlier and now was no exception. The first three buttons of her top were undone, exposing a ‘V’ of her smooth skin pointing down to her chest.
Further down her shirt had been stretched out to either side, probably as she settled into her current sleeping position. It caused a strain at the lower buttons and tantalising glimpses of her upper navel were visible in the gaps between them. Where the shirt was pulled up it exposed the instructive message and directions about where a cock goes, written on a stomach that looked almost as firm and fat free as any piece of paper would have been, though with the gentle curves and waves of a teen girl.
A brief expanse of her body was obscured by her short skirt before her upper thighs came into view again, pressed tightly together due to her legs being crossed at the ankles, just barely dangling over the armrest of the couch.
The scent of Chloe’s perfume rose up to me and I inhaled deeply. The smell reminded me so much of my own youth, the girls I used to date, all the things we used to do. I licked my lips, feeling myself hardening in my pants again like when I had the fleeting flash up her skirt earlier. With my heart in my throat I reached down and put my hand on her shoulder, giving her a gentle shake.
“Chloe?”
Again I received no response and her breathing remained completely steady. Leaning over her, I brought my face down to hers, our noses almost touching. Her even breaths gently puffed out on my mouth and if she had been awake she no doubt would have felt mine on her as well. Even this close it was impossible to pick a flaw on her, I couldn’t believe I’d never really noticed how sexy she was.
I wondered how many guys had been lucky enough to be in kissing distance with her and then gently pressed my lips against the bright red lipstick she was wearing before pulling back quickly. Chloe’s chest rose and fell in an unchanged rhythm, there was no indication that I had disturbed her at all. Once more I lowered my head and kissed her, this time slowly savouring their warmth as I worked them apart and pushed my tongue into her hot and wet mouth.
I touched the tip of my tongue to hers, which was unresponsive but smooth and slippery. Thoughts of the blowjobs Chloe may have already given in her short life passed through my head, how much pleasure that tongue was possible of giving. I swirled it around and around as the kiss grew deeper and deeper. Finally I drew back and our mouths detached with a wet smacking sound.
Chloe still didn’t move apart from her breathing, which was now coming through her slightly opened mouth rather than her nose. I had pushed my luck already but the taste of her was pushing all rational thought out of my mind, I had to have more.
I slipped my hand from her shoulder towards her chest until one of her little breasts was directly under my palm, so much less than a handful but absolutely perfect on her petite body. To my surprise I couldn’t feel any bra under her shirt. I supposed with tits as small as hers she didn’t need one, but given the tendency for the gaps between buttons to gape open I would have expected she would wear one anyway.
How many boys had noticed the fact over the course of the night? Had any of them actually managed to get a hand on her as I did right at that moment? The material of her shirt wasn’t thin enough to be see-through or even sheer, but I could feel her body heat rising into the palm of my hand and pictured the hard point of her nipple poking into it.
Looking at her shirt I saw one of the buttons was directly between her breasts and with only the shortest moment of hesitation brought my hands together to undo it, leaving a wide opening. I reached inside her shirt, careful not to slide my hand across her skin lest it tickle her, until my palm was hovering over her perky little breast again. Almost in slow-motion I lowered my hand down until I was cupping her warm flesh, her nipple every bit as hard as I had imagined it.
I gently squeezed and lowered my mouth to hers without thinking, resuming the same deep kissing I had begun a minute or two previous, this time with my hand on her bare breast under her shirt. I was painfully hard inside my pants, my cock was aching to be released and I fumbled at my button and zip with one hand as I again played with Chloe’s tongue in the midst of the forceful kiss.
By this time I wasn’t even thinking about consequences, emboldened by her completely unresponsive state. The thought of how I could possibly explain myself if her eyes fluttered open in the middle of a vigorous kiss with her tit in one hand and my rock hard erection in the other didn’t cross my mind. From that moment on there was only me and a sexy teen body that I could do anything I wanted with.
Breaking off the kiss, I brought my body upright again and watched her face as I began to pinch her nipple between my finger and thumb. I pushed my pants and underwear down with my free hand and my cock sprang out, already wet with pre-cum. I began to jerk off as I teased myself with the challenge of undoing a few more of the buttons on Chlo
e’s shirt with one hand.
By the time I had all her buttons undone I was having the best wank of my life. All the porn in the world couldn’t compare to the sex wonderland that was laid out before me. The two sides of her shirt were parted, not far enough to expose her small mounds, and her loose tie was draped right down the middle, ending just above her belly button. The entire pose, with her hands behind her head and a tantalising amount of flesh revealed was one of the sexiest things I had ever seen.
Holding my breath I peeled back each of the sides of her shirt in turn, exposing her perky teen chest to my eyes for the first time. No longer covered by the material of her shirt, the rising and falling of the small bumps as she breathed was even easier to see. I was mesmerised by the repetitive motion of the twin pink tips of her nipples, perfectly positioned at the modest peaks of each wonderful breast.
“Oh my fucking God,” I breathed.
With her shirt now out of the way I was able to pay attention to her other breast, quickly massaging and squeezing that nipple to full erection as well. Reaching up to her arm I pulled the hand closest to me out from behind her head and let go of my cock. My hand was slick with my pre-cum and I smeared this on to her palm before wrapping her little fingers around my thick shaft and beginning to pump her hand up and down my length.
I kept my hand over hers, making her maintain a firm grip on my cock as she unknowingly gave me a handjob. My eyes roamed down to the hem of the skirt that had been like a curtain raising on her teen ass earlier that day and I decided that it needed to rise again. With her hand still stroking my swollen head and shaft I reached down and slowly began to pull her skirt upwards.
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