{ASST} Unexpected_Encounter {Mr_Ed} (mg, 1st, rom)

Disclaimer:
This story is entirely fiction, and has no basis or 
purpose other than to entertain.  It should not be 
read by any minor, for it is not intended as an 
instructional manual in sex.  If the idea of underage 
sex bothers you, do not read any further.


Unexpected Encounter

by:  Mr. Ed

The first time he noticed her, she had just arrived at 
the swimming pool where he had been swimming with his 
friends.  Bruce did a complete double take, having 
caught sight of her in a passing glance, he completed 
the turn he was making and then immediately looked 
behind him to see her once again.  She had looked at 
him and noticed his double take as he turned to stare 
at her, but she just continued on her way with her 
friends.  That was when one of his friends came and 
shoved him back into the water, and he lost sight of 
her.

It took him a couple of minutes to deal with his 
friends, and was able to get himself out of the water 
once again.  Sitting on the side, he scanned to see if 
he could see her again, at first with no success.  On 
a second look he found her, in the process of removing 
her top and exposing the upper part of a very skimpy 
bikini bathing suit.  Two little triangles of fabric 
were barely enough to cover the slight rounding of her 
chest that formed her breasts.  Now she was opening 
the waist of her tight shorts, and pushing them down.  
There under the shorts was the other part of her 
skimpy bikini, and it was just as skimpy of material.  
Supported from a string hanging below her waist was a 
piece of fabric that dropped down concealing her 
crotch, with both her legs completely bare.  As she 
turned to put down the shorts, the lower crease of her 
butt was exposed, and only the crack up the middle was 
hidden from view by the small piece of fabric.

Without a doubt, she was the most beautiful girl he 
had ever seen or noticed, and he was astonished at how 
much of her he was able to see.  Then Bruce realized 
she was looking his way, and he made a supreme effort 
to pull his eyes away, turning to where his friends 
were calling for his attention.

As soon as he got a chance to look, she was nowhere to 
be found, and he carefully scanned the poolside to see 
if she had taken up a new place.  Totally vanished, 
and so damn disappointing!

"You look like you lost something, or somebody," said 
a soft voice from close by.

"Only the most beautiful..."  Stopping in mid sentence, 
Bruce turned to look at the soft voice a few feet 
away.  "Oh, it's you!  Hi!" he said, feeling at a loss 
for words.

"Hi!" she responded.  "My name is Cindy!"

"Hi, Cindy!" he answered.  "My name is Bruce, 
and...well...damn it!  Will you marry me?"

"Yea, I think so!  I'd like to get to know you better 
first, but I get the feeling we will marry!"

"I guess it is kind of stupid, 'cause I'm only 
thirteen, and not ready for marriage!  I've never even 
thought about marriage before, but you...you are 
something else.  I've just got to have you!"

"You like my bathing suit?" she asked.

"OH YEA!" he stated emphatically.  "But that's not it!  
There's something more about you...it makes me feel like 
I have known you for years and years!"

"What a nice thing for you to say, Bruce!  I am only 
eleven, but I think I have been looking for you for 
all those years.  I don't know why I noticed you, 
other than the way you were staring at me, that is.  
Something else made me notice you too!"

"Maybe later we could meet and talk for awhile?" 
suggested Bruce.

"Why not right now?" asked Cindy.

"I can't right now!  I've got to swim around for 
awhile so I can forget you before I can come out!"

"Oh!" she said with a very embarrassed smile.  "That's 
very flattering.  I guess there is no way for me to 
help you hide it, is there?"

"So come over to the side," she continued, "and I'll 
get my towel and you can hold it like you are drying 
your chest.  That would hide it!"

"But I might get your towel wet!" he commented.

"Then you will have to loan me your own, or even dry 
me off with yours, if you like!"

"Please shut up, Cindy!" demanded Bruce, causing her 
to stare in surprise at his tone, and words.  "Talk 
like that will make me embarrass myself right here in 
the water."

"Oh, that's what you mean!" she exclaimed.  "Just take 
this towel and do what you have to get out of the 
water and come and sit with me!  Where are your street 
clothes?" she asked as he emerged to the side of the 
pool and positioned the towel over his erection.

"Over there where those two guys are talking to each 
other!" said Bruce.  "Don't go over there like that, 
though!  I don't want them to stare at you like I know 
they would!"

"So you want to be the only one to stare at me?" she 
asked.

"Well...yes!" he said giving it some thought.  "I guess 
that is not right, but I can't help it.  You are so 
fantastic!"

"It is the only way you will get your street clothes 
so you can hide your problem," she explained.  "I'll 
be right back!"

She went over to the guys, and sure enough they stared 
just like Bruce expected them to.  He really couldn't 
blame them, for she did look so good, but he didn't 
like it at all.  They talked a couple of moments, and 
then his clothes were picked out and handed to her, 
and she returned while the guys stared at her 
retreating butt.  Returning back to where he sat, she 
handed him his things, less his towel which she used 
to dry off herself a little more.  Bruce pulled on the 
shorts, and hid the erection that still remained 
inside his swim suit.

Cindy sat down, in a very provocative pose, at least 
as far as Bruce was concerned.  Her butt was on the 
ground, and her feet, but her knees were bent up, 
giving him a full view of the bathing suit where it 
covered over her vital crotch area.  Try as he might, 
his eyes kept wandering back to the way they looked, 
especially at the crease right down the middle from 
the top for about two or three inches.

They talked for a long time, primarily about where 
they lived and the schools the attended.  They 
actually lived a short distance from each other, and 
he passed her house every time he went to school, or 
returned home after school.  Her school was the all 
girl's school that the guys liked to joke about, on 
the other side of the street from his school.  Bruce 
had no intention of joking about it ever again, if 
this was where she went.

Finally Bruce got up the courage and asked, "Would you 
consider going out with me, Cindy, and being my 
girlfriend?"

"I already am your girlfriend, Bruce," she said.  "If 
I wasn't, do you think I would let you stare between 
my legs like you are?"

"Oh, Cindy!" declared Bruce.  "I am so sorry to do 
that, but you have got to be the sweetest looking girl 
I have ever seen, and so unbelievably sexy!"

"Did you think I was complaining?" she responded.  "If 
I didn't want you to look, I wouldn't sit like this!  
What are you thinking, though?  Are you imagining what 
it would be like if I didn't have on my bathing suit?"

"Forgive me, but that is exactly what I have been 
thinking about!" admitted Bruce.  "Oh, Damn!  Now I've 
done it!" he declared as he bowed his head.

Moving closer to him, she asked, "What's wrong?  Did 
you come in your pants?"

"This is so embarrassing," he told her.  "That's 
exactly what I've done!  It's still coming out!  And 
I'm actually telling a girl!  I must be crazy!"

"Well if you are crazy over me, I don't mind!" she 
exclaimed.  "I don't show it the same as you do, but I 
have come too!  If there was a way, I'd pull it open 
and show you!  However, what can I do to help?  Do you 
want me to walk in front of you to help hide it?"

"Would you walk right beside me?  I can hold the towel 
on the other side until I can get in the bathroom.  
Guess I won't get to swim much today!" he declared.

"When you are cleaned up, we can go someplace and get 
to know each other better," she suggested.  "Don't 
forget to carry your briefs!"  He already had them 
under the towel, as they got up together, walked to 
the entrance to the men's washroom, and he slipped 
inside.

Five minutes later, Bruce emerged, and found Cindy 
waiting for him, fully dressed.  They left together, 
without a word being said to any of his friends, only 
to reach the outside of the pool entrance where they 
stopped.

"So where do we go from here?" asked Cindy.

"I know where I'd like to go, but anywhere you want to 
go is fine with me, Cindy," he reported.

"Where is it you'd like to go, Bruce?" she asked.

"I'd like to take you to my place, 'cause my folks are 
gone to work.  I know that is not such a good idea for 
you, but it's nice to dream, anyway!" declared Bruce.

"Let's go!" she said as she started towards her home.

They walked along a short distance before Bruce got 
the courage to take her hand into his, and was 
rewarded by it fitting into his perfectly.  Hand in 
hand, they came to her home, which she pointed out, 
and passed by it.  "So where are we going now, if that 
was your home?" he asked.

"We're going to your place, since your parents are not 
home," she told him.

"Really?" he said in astonishment.  "You're not scared 
to go there?"

"I can't marry you if I'm afraid of you," she told 
him.  "Stop the chatter and show me where you live!"

Even though it was only a short distance, it took 
forever to reach there, as far as Bruce was concerned.  
The only thing that made the long trip bearable was 
she still was holding his hand, and it felt so good to 
have it in his.  Upon arriving, he used his key to 
open the back door, and they stepped inside into the 
kitchen.

"This is a nice place, Bruce," stated Cindy as she 
looked around the kitchen.  "May I see the rest of the 
place?" she asked.

Bruce took her on a guided tour of the house, 
including the recreation room in the basement, and the 
bedrooms and bathroom upstairs.  When they had 
finished, he suggested that the recreation room would 
be the nicest place to sit and get to know each other 
better.

"I think your bedroom would be an even nicer place, 
Bruce," she suggested as she led him by the hand back 
into the room.  "It feels more right to be here than 
downstairs in the recreation room."

"Do you think I could give you a kiss?" he asked 
meekly.

"Give me one now, before I take off my street clothes, 
and let you see my bikini again," she told him.  They 
came together, and Bruce leaned down to gently place a 
kiss on her sweet lips, and was surprised with the 
intensity that she returned the kiss with.  After the 
second kiss, she reached out and put her arms around 
his neck, and pressed her front against him, ignoring 
the protrusion that pressed against her belly.  "I see 
I've managed to get you hard again!" she observed.

"I don't think it has gone down since I first set eyes 
upon you," he told her.  "Are you really going to show 
me your bikini again?" he asked.

"Right now!" she said as she started removing her 
blouse.  "Why don't you take off your shirt and 
shoes?" she asked.  As Bruce fumbled with the buttons 
of his shirt, her blouse came off to reveal the two 
little pieces of cloth over her breasts, except one 
was pushed over and part of her breast, and even a 
part of her nipple was exposed.

Turning away, he said, "I'm sorry to tell you this, 
Cindy, but you better fix your top.  A little too much 
is showing!"

"Its okay, Bruce," she said.  "You can look, because 
I've an idea you are going to take off my top anyway!"

"Oh, God!" declared Bruce.  "I've never felt like this 
about anybody before!  Look at how beautiful you are!  
And you are going to let me see your bare tittie?  
Right here in my own room?"  He was rewarded by Cindy 
pulling the piece further towards the middle, and 
fully exposing her left breast.  It was not very big, 
but it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen!

Bruce almost fell down onto his knees, staring at the 
wonderful shape before him.  He fumbled around looking 
for words to say, but could not find any, and finally 
just stared at it.  "Aren't you going to feel it up?" 
asked Cindy.

"I'm afraid it will disappear if I touch it," reported 
Bruce.  "It is so beautiful!  So perfect in shape, and 
size, and everything!"

"It better not be too perfect in size," she stated, 
"because it is still growing!  And it will not 
disappear if you feel it up, Bruce!" she declared.  
With his hand trembling, he reached out and placed his 
fingers on the mound, over the nipple.  Looking at her 
face, he could see she was not objecting, and so 
wrapped his hand over it, feeling the full thing in 
his tender grip.  Slowly he began to kneed the mound, 
and discovered what it was like to touch a girl's 
breast.  "It feels good when you touch it, Bruce, but 
wait just for a minute, while I get my shorts and 
shoes off."

Before his unbelieving eyes, Cindy removed her shorts 
to reveal the bikini bottom he had stared at so long 
before.  When she had her shoes off, she came over to 
stand close to him where he had been kneeling, and was 
now standing.  Reaching around behind her back, she 
undid the string there, and then the one behind her 
neck, and let the top fall away to the floor below.

"What can I say, Cindy?" he asked.  "You are the most 
beautiful thing I have ever looked at."  Catching 
himself, he corrected, "Not a 'thing' but the most 
beautiful body I have ever seen.  Your breasts and 
skin all over are so clean, smooth and nice!  I feel 
like I should fall down on my knees and worship you, 
for you are so perfect!"

Bruce walked around her, blatantly staring at all that 
was exposed.  When he got behind her, she put her 
hands on the fabric of the suit, squeezed it together, 
and pushed it up into the crack of her bum, leaving 
her butt exposed to his hungry eyes.  He could not 
resist reaching out and resting his finger tips on her 
butt, and drawing them over the curves of one side and 
then the other.  Kneeling down on one knee, he did 
something he could not imagine ever doing, and that 
was placing a kiss on one cheek, and then the other.  
"You are so gorgeous!" he declared to himself.

Standing up, he rested his fingers on her shoulders, 
and then ran his hands down her two arms.  Sliding 
them back up the same arms, he then ran them from her 
shoulders, down over her smooth bare back, over the 
string around her upper hips, and then over the cheeks 
of her butt once again.  This time, however, he 
continued on down her legs, all the way to her feet.  
Suddenly she shuddered as if she was cold.

"What's wrong, Cindy?"  Did that bother you?" he 
asked, coming around to in front of her once again.

"No!" she declared.  "I just came again!" she told 
him.  "Your touch makes me feel so good!"

"You don't mind me touching you?" he asked.

"I want you to touch me, Bruce!" she told him as she 
looked straight into his eyes.  "It's all yours, you 
know!"

"What do you mean, 'it's all mine'?" he asked.

"Just what I said, Bruce.  Ever since I first saw you 
at the pool, and you spun around to look at me, I've 
known it was all for you!  I didn't even intend to 
take off my shorts, except I wanted to show you, once 
I had seen you look at me!"  As she was speaking, 
Bruce had placed his hands on her shoulders once 
again, and had started moving his hands down towards 
her breasts.  Then he took the two of them in his two 
hands, and she inhaled as he began to knead them.

It was quite a few moments before he came off her 
breasts, and continued his journey down the rest of 
her front.  When he came to the covering piece of 
cloth, he ran his fingers right up against the edges 
of the bare skin beside it, tickling her slightly as 
he went down over the exposed parts of her belly.  
Then he finished the journey down to her feet, moving 
over her hips, and thighs, on the down stroke, and 
closer to the front on his return trip.

Upon returning to the fabric he ran his fingers over 
the outside, barely touching the material, all the 
while watching her face.  When she spread her legs 
apart, he knew he was not being resisted by her, and 
repeated the touch, pressing a little harder, so he 
could feel the flesh underneath.  She closed her eyes, 
and felt the contact between her legs, including his 
hand against the bare skin of her thighs.

Returning to standing, Bruce put his hands on her 
shoulders, and a kiss on her lips.  "When I touch you, 
it is like I am touching something holy!  You are so 
beautiful, and I am so completely in love with you, 
that it is tearing my heart right out of my chest.  
Please find it in your heart to forgive me for wanting 
you like I do.  I have no right to you, but I do love 
you, and will for the rest of my life!"

"Don't be like that, Bruce," she said quietly.  "I 
didn't expect this at all, but now that I have met 
you, there is no other guy for me.  If you want me, 
then take me, for you already have me.  Do what you 
want to me, for I want you to do the same thing.  
Teach me to make love, for that is what I want of 
you!"

"I'd be willing to wait for you until we could get 
married, Cindy!" he told her.  "No matter how many 
years that may take, I'd wait for you until you were 
ready!"

"If you don't take me now, then I will punch your 
lights out!" she declared.  "Oh, I'm coming again!" 
she exclaimed as she bent forward from the feeling 
sweeping throughout her body.  Cindy had been standing 
so close to the bed, that when she collapsed from the 
climax, she ended up dropping onto the bed side.  
Bruce followed her down, and sat beside her, his arm 
around her shoulder as she felt the waves going 
through her.  When he placed his lips on hers, she 
lurched into his arms, bringing her breasts against 
his bare chest, as they both fell back on the bed.  
Their shared kisses were now open mouthed, and full of 
each other's tongue exploring the other mouth, and 
rubbing against each other.  His upper hand took hold 
of her breast once again, and kneaded it as they 
continued to kiss, and her hand found his erection 
still covered in his shorts and bathing suit.

Jumping up after a couple of moments, she fumbled with 
his shorts clasp, released it and the zipper from its 
hold on him, and pulled them down.  Without bothering 
to get them off, she started getting her hands into 
the waist of his swim suit trunks, and they were also 
down about his knees.  With her help and by lifting 
his one foot, it came off the one leg, and that is 
where he left them, no longer in the way.  His 
attention then when to the small little bikini bottom, 
removing it with a single sweep of his hand, taking it 
completely off her legs.  Wasting no time, he climbed 
over her as she scrambled to get further up on the 
bed, and then he was in position over her.

Cindy reached down to take hold of his penis, and 
pointed it at the correct place.  With force he did 
not know was in him, he entered her, breaking her 
cherry with the first push, and finding himself fully 
inside her.  Instinct took over as he pumped in and 
out of her beautiful body, bringing her to a climax in 
less than a minute, and himself almost immediately 
after.  They lay together as he filled up her insides 
with his semen, kissing gently over and over again.

"I guess I just raped you, Cindy," he admitted to her.

"No you didn't, Bruce!" she declared.  "You made love 
with me!  That was not rape, it was love!"

"That's how I feel, but we are supposed to be too 
young for this!" he commented.

"I don't care what anybody says," she remarked, "this 
was the way it was meant to be!  I love you with all 
my heart, and it is in your care from now on.  Please 
don't break it on me!"

"That would not be possible," declared Bruce.  "I 
think you have my heart to take care of while I care 
for yours.  Sounds like a good deal to me!"