was getting nowhere and I had nearly succeeded in shoving it all to the back of my mind (except, of course, a nightly wank in front to the TV) when Julia Gilbert called.
"Don," came her slightly nasal voice. "How are you?"
My heart beat a thousand times a minute and I broke out in a sudden sweat. "Fine, Julia. And you?" I managed.
"I'm fine, Don." I could hear her chuckle. "Listen, I've got a message from Dad. He says could you meet him at the house this afternoon."
"Oh? What about?"
"I've no idea. He just asked me to apologise for not phoning in person and to give you the message. Can you make it?"
"Yes, I suppose so," I said doubtfully. "I'll have to re-organise some things but, yes, I'll be there."
"Good. It's important."
She hung up and I was left, shaking, holding a dead telephone. I beat my forehead with my fist. What was it about this girl that so possessed me? Why was I so infatuated with her? She was only sixteen, for God's sake so why did I feel like gauche fourteen-year-old? When I had regained sufficient control of myself I went to tell Mary to rearrange my appointments yet again. From her rather cool response, I took it she did not approve.
On the drive down my thoughts alternated between wondering what the hell George wanted and wondering if Julia would be there. Part of me hoped she wouldn't for I didn't think I could concentrate on business if she was. As it turned out Julia was there - and George wasn't.
"Daddy says he really is most sorry," she said languidly as she led me into the sitting room. "He's been delayed but expects to be over as soon as he can." I watched the swing of her hips clad, this time in an indecently short pair of shorts and tried not to drool.
I sat stiffly on the settee, hands on knees.
"Are you cross?" she asked.
"I'm not entirely happy. I had to cancel some fairly important appointments to be here."
"Never mind. I'll make some tea."
She skipped off to the kitchen leaving me fuming and uncomfortable. Of all the damnable luck - Julia and no George. Curse the old bugger.
Julia returned bearing a tray which she put on a low table. She had her back to me and, as she bent, the material of her brief shorts slipped into the crevice of her rounded bottom. I just stared, open mouthed and felt an almost uncontrollable urge to reach out and take hold of those tantalising cheeks.
"Milk and sugar?" she asked, turning her head without straightening.
I clamped my mouth shut. "Milk. One sugar."
She poured the tea and, as she did so, her hips swayed enticingly. I stifled a groan, my cock stiffening along my leg.
She straightened and handed me my tea. I did my best to still my trembling hand. She took a seat opposite me and crossed one slender leg over the other. We sipped our tea in silence.
"Don't you like me?" she suddenly asked.
I was gobsmacked. "Like you?" I stuttered. "Of course. I think you're very nice." How could I tell what I really felt?
She made a moue and a disparaging noise. "Nice! Nice is for aunties. Nice is tea parties and school shows and… and…" She banged her cup and saucer down, spilling some tea, and leapt to her feet. "Do you really think I'm nice?" she demanded, spreading her arms and legs wide so that the loose material of her top was pressed against her breasts. I could see the outline of the fleshy folds of her pussy. A tiny wisp of black pubic hair curled around the leg band of her shorts.
"Do you really think I'm nice?" she demanded again, spinning round on tiptoes tautening the muscles in her legs and buttocks.
I couldn't breathe. My collar was choking me. I was bathed in sweat and felt I was going to faint.
"Don, are you all right?" Her voice was suddenly all concern.
"Yes. Yes, I think so," I wheezed, pulling at my collar.
"Here, let me."
She leant over and loosened my collar with practiced fingers.
"Thank you," I gasped. "I don't know what came over me."
She stayed where she was - very close. I was aware of her warmth, her scent, her nearness. I felt my cock stiffen some more. 'Oh, God,' I thought. 'She'll see it now, for sure.' She looked at me with a strange expression that I couldn't fathom.
"I think I'm going to kiss you," she said in a low, throaty voice.
'Oh, please, no,' my mind screamed. 'If you do I'll be lost forever!'
She ignored my mute plea and brought her face close to mine. Her eyes were deep, midnight pools of temptation.
"Kiss me, Don," she whispered as she shuttered them and parted her lips.
If I had been Abraham Lincoln, the Pope and Nelson Mandella combined, I could not have resisted. Our lips met and a spark seemed to leap between us, lighting a fire in me that I knew I would never extinguish. Her lips were soft, plaint, knowing. I put my arms around her and pulled her down onto the settee.
Our tongues met and performed a sort of lewd ecstatic dance, teasing and touching then thrusting and bruising. I explored the ridged roof of her mouth, the sharp indentations of her teeth, and pushed at the back of her throat. She accepted me easily and sought to swallow my feverishly buffeting tongue.
At last we drew apart and she looked at me from hooded, sensual eyes.
"Oh, shit, it isn't meant to happen like this," she murmured.
Then she was tearing at my shirt buttons and running small, hot hands over my chest.
"Help me, Don." Impatiently.
I struggled to sit up and disentangle my shirt and tie. All the while she was running her hands over my torso making small, cooing noises. The die was cast and, suddenly I knew this had to be special. I stopped her with my hands.
"Wait. Take it easy."
She gave me a small, coy smile mingled with sheer lust. I shivered. I gently eased up her top. She raised her arms above her head and I pulled it up and off. Her breasts were perfection - small, tip-tilted cones with small, dark nipples already hard with desire. I bent and kissed each one briefly, making her shiver.
"Beautiful," I murmured.
I urged her to stand and unfastened her shorts. Tantalising myself, I eased them slowly down her legs. Her hips were bony and prominent. Her pronounced pubic mound was covered in a glory of dark, curly hair. I pressed my palm against it, delighting in the soft, silky texture, then slipped a finger down to find her puffy cunt lips already slightly moist and parted. Her breath hissed and she shivered at my touch.
"Beautiful," I murmured again.
She stepped clear of her shorts and I rose to unfasten my trousers.
"Let me," she said.
On her knees, she expertly unfastened my belt, unzipped my fly and tugged my trousers down. As they puddle around my ankles and she tugged at my underpants. She had more difficulty with them my cock was so hard and stiff and she had to hold it firmly as she eased the pants over its rigid length. The touch of her hand sent a jolt of electricity sparking through me.
"Beautiful," she said in turn as she drew me to her, opened her mouth wide and wrapped her lips round the throbbing tip. She squeezed it while flicking her tongue in and out of the tiny slit at the head. And at every touch, my cock seemed to twitch and grow even harder. She looked up at me, seeming to smile enquiringly as if to ask if I was enjoying it although her mouth was completely full. Then her lips slipped farther down the moistened rod, swallowing me until the head was pushing against the back of her throat.
I groaned and tried to push her head away. "Julia, if you do that I won't last for long."
Reluctantly she opened her mouth and released me. "But it felt so nice in my mouth," she pouted.
"It did," I echoed. "Julia, I have a confession. I've wanted you from the moment I first saw you. Right now I'm so on edge I think I might explode at any second."
"Did you really?" she asked brightly. "That's so sweet. You really must be suffering, poor man." She patted my cock and rose to her feet. Holding it tightly she pulled me towards the settee. "I think it's time we put this poor old thing out of its misery."
She dropped onto the settee and slowly and sensually raised her arms above her head and spread her legs wide. I stopped, my breath catching in my throat as I drank in and was drunk on her beauty. Her dark hair splayed out wildly over the settee, strands falling across her body over her face. Her eyes, half closed, glowed with sensual fire. White teeth and the tip of a pink tongue gleamed from between her half parted lips. Her small, dark nipples jutted from her breasts, pulled high and taut from her position. Her skin bore a faint tan all over with no hint of tan lines. The soft hair of her mons swept between her legs where the interior lips of her cunt cut a subtle pink slash.
A momentary pang of guilt flashed through me - she was only sixteen, dammit. She smiled, a low, wanton, knowing smile instantly banishing the guilt. A wash of something like primal triumph swept through me. I felt like throwing my head back and howling at the moon, crowing like a cock, roaring like a lion, beating my chest like Tarzan. She was mine, this teenage nymph, and I was going to fuck her! Oh, yes, she was mine!
I knelt on the settee between her spread legs and gazed into her eyes. She smiled sensuously and licked her lips.
"What are you waiting for?" she murmured.
"For this moment to last forever."
"It's the next moment I want," she pouted.
"And which one's that?"
She bared her teeth. "The one where you fuck me."
I shivered. Her expression was of pure animal lust. I began to lower myself towards her. Impatiently she grabbed my cock and pulled, arching her hips of the settee to hasten the moment. The tip of my cock slipped between the outer lips of her vagina and somehow I knew this was where I belonged. She seemed to feel something, too, for her eyes flew wide and, for a fleeting moment there was an expression almost of fear on her face. Then she was tugging urgently, pulling me into her.
I sank into her like the suicide who welcomes the embrace of the ocean. Although she was tight, I slid in without difficulty: sank down until I could go no further and our pubic bones met.
She gave a gasp of pleasure. "You feel so good," she husked.
With my weight resting on my hands, I started to move. She was having none of it. She pulled me down on top of her, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist.
"I don't think I'll ever let you go." Her breath was hot in my ear.
"I wasn't planning on going anywhere," I murmured.
"Good. Now do me hard."
I began to move. She clung to me tightly. I had to struggle to keep a rhythm going. It was almost as if we were fighting rather than fucking but in some bizarre way it felt right. I humped with all my might, attempting to drive my cock in and out of her cunt. She clung to me fiercely defying my every move. My cock was buried deep in her sweet cunt and every motion seemed to drive it deeper. Our sweat-covered bodies ground together. We bounced around on the settee, coming perilously close to falling off. Her breath rasped in my ear as, I'm sure, mine did in hers.
I was aware of the cum rising in my balls and knew I couldn't keep up this furious, violent fucking for much longer. I became aware that, beneath her panting, she was muttering to herself.
"So good. So close. Oh, yes. Oh, yes. So close." On and on like a mantra.
Suddenly she let out a moan that was almost a growl. Her arms and legs gripped me painfully tight. I could feel her body shuddering beneath me and her cunt squeezed my cock rhythmically. It was the most astonishingly sexy thing I had experienced and it pushed me over the edge. I slammed into her, pinning her to the settee. My whole awareness was centred on my cock which pulsed and throbbed as I pumped seemingly endless streams of cum deep into her cunt.
"Oh, God, I can feel it. I can feel you cum," she cried and burst into tears.
I had never had a woman cry at climax before. On the other hand I had never cum quite so intensely before. It was most disconcerting but somehow I knew how she felt. I held her close and stroked her hair as we slowly descended from whatever mountaintop we had climbed.
Eventually her sobs subsided and we parted enough to look at each other.
"I'm sorry," she sniffed. "I've never done that before."
I looked at her reddened, tear-stained face with stray strands of hair plastered across it and thought I had never seen anything quite so beautiful before.
"You're beautiful," I murmured.
She shook her head. "No, I'm not."
"Believe me. At this moment, to me, you are the most beautiful woman on earth."
She checked to see if I was joking and, finding I wasn't, burst into tears again and buried her head in my shoulder.
I sighed theatrically. "That's the secret of my charm," I said. "One look at me and women burst into tears."
I could feel her laughing between her sobs.
"I am being very silly, amn't I?" she said with a half smile.
I brushed away some tears with my thumb. "Not at all. I'm actually rather flattered."
"Flattered? Why?"
"That you feel so strongly and so secure that you can cry. I feel the same way, too."
"Oh, don't go on or I shall cry again."
I grinned and we lay enjoying that sticky, sweaty, post-coital period of absolute and utter peace and relaxation. I was not to enjoy it for long for a small worm of discontent sneaked into the blissful paradise. There was something nagging at the back of my mind, something I'd forgotten. Something terribly, terribly important. Something I needed to remember very urgently. It hit me in a tidal wave of complete and utter panic.
"George!" I cried, leaping to my feet. "Your Dad! He could be here at any time."
She giggled from where she'd tumbled into a heap on the carpet. "He's not coming."
"Not coming?" I hauled her to her feet. "What do you mean 'not coming'?"
She grinned impudently at from beneath a tangle of hair.
The penny dropped. "You set me up, didn't you, you little minx?" I took a swipe at her rump.
Her eyes flew open. "Ow!" she cried, rubbing herself where my hand had left a red imprint. "You hit me, you brute."
Then she was assaulting me, beating my chest with her fists, kicking my shins and trying to bite me and crying, "Brute! Animal! Beast!" I fended her off, laughing, trying to dance away from her kicks and grab hold of her wrists at the same time. I stumbled over an article of clothing and we fell on the floor, rolling and tumbling like a couple of bear cubs.
Then we weren't wrestling any more. She was rubbing her body against mine, her hot, hard nipples burning trails across my chest. She was nuzzling my neck and nibbling my ear, her breath hot and heavy. I had my face buried in her hair, revelling in its soft, scented warmth. My hands roamed her body, savouring the silky perfection of her skin and the yielding firmness of teenage flesh. My cock grew large again between her thighs. She felt it and started wriggling her hips to encourage its growth. With her hands on my shoulders, she levered herself up and stared down into my eyes, her hair hanging wild and loose.
"Again?" she asked.
I nodded and she reached down between her legs seeking my manhood and slowly sank back, impaling herself on it. Her eyes closed and she let out a long breathy sigh as she felt it slide into her. She opened her eyes and regarded me steadily as she began to rise and fall on my shaft. I lay quiescent, letting her do the work.
"You know," I said, "I don't think you're sixteen at all. I think you're really a thirty-year-old woman in a sixteen-year-old body."
She gave a shaky laugh. "You know your trouble? You talk too much. Shut up and fuck."
I laughed out of sheer exuberance and began to thrust up against her. It was astonishing - I'd met her only two weeks ago and we had fucked for the first time an hour ago and yet, somehow, I felt I'd known her all my life. We seemed to fit in some strange, magical way and the difference in our ages was immaterial - non-existent almost.
I lost myself, then - drowned in her dark, smoky eyes, interred in her hot, wet cunt. She was forcing herself down on me, driving my cock deeply into her as I thrust up to meet her. She gave a little surprised cry every time I hit her cervix. We moved faster and faster, two bodies working perfectly to the same rhythm. We came together in a mutual crescendo of ecstasy and clutched at each other, hugging and kissing and rolling around the floor as we slowly descended the other side.
"You're a bastard, you know," she said later as we lay cuddled together in mutual satisfaction.
"What have I done now?" I traced the curve of one cheek with a fingertip.
"It wasn't supposed to happen like this." She tried to bite my finger. I made a fist and tapped her nose.
"What wasn't supposed to happen?"
"This. I was supposed to seduce you but you've gone and spoiled it."
"How so? You succeeded. I was seduced - and I rather enjoyed it. And I think you did, too."
"That's the point. It was just supposed to be sex."
"Mercy me," I pretended to be surprised. "Remind me what we've been doing, then."
She beat my chest with one small fist. "You're being deliberately obtuse."
"Them's big words for a small girl."
"Don't patronise me, you oaf," she flared.
I was instantly contrite. "Julia, you're right. I apologise." I kissed the frown and she giggled.
"You're distracting me."
"You're a very distractible person."
She sighed. "That's the problem. I've been distracted."
"You've lost me again."
"I was supposed to entice you here and seduce you…"
"Which you did very successfully."
"But… But… I think I'm falling in love with you."
My mouth formed a silent 'O' and I studied her face from which all the sophistication had gone leaving a sixteen-year-old girl who has suddenly discovered emotions she was not equipped to handle. I gathered her into my arms and held her close.
"I'm very flattered, though why a charming, elegant, sexy young girl should want to fall for an old fogey like me, I don't know," I murmured. "And if it's any consolation, I think I'm falling in love with you, too."
She clung to me for a long moment then gave me an oddly shy smile. "I'm flattered, too." She grinned, a glimmer of her old self returning. "Though why a charming, successful, hunky man should fall for a simple schoolgirl like me, I'll never know."
"Touché," I laughed. "But, seriously, I am puzzled about how this complicates things."
She shook her head. "I can't tell you. You'll have to wait for George."
I decided not to press the matter. "Okay. But two questions. Will you get into trouble and does George know you're here?"
"No and yes. Oh, it's too complicated." She placed a hand on my chest and gazed at me earnestly. "Please. George will explain it all. Trust me."
I sighed. "I suppose I'll have to." I saw the expression of indignation and, smiling, put a finger over her lips. "Only teasing. I do trust you. Just as long as you're not going to be in any trouble."
"I'm not and thank you." She pulled my head down and we exchanged a long, tender kiss that somehow said more than all the previous words.
I shivered and glanced up at the window. The sun was now illuminating just a small corner of the room. I became acutely aware that the floor was actually rather hard and I ached all over.
"It's getting late. We'd better go." I said, groaning as I disentangled myself and sat up.
She stretched like a cat, simple and sensuous. "I suppose so. I feel could stay her for ever. I wish this afternoon would never end."
I laughed. "I'm afraid my old bones couldn't take much more of this floor. Couldn't you have found a more comfortable place to seduce me?"
"Beast," she giggled, pretending to punch me. "Anyway, as I recall it was you who chose the floor."
"Unfortunately, I do believe you're right. Remind me to plan things better, next time. There will be a next time, won't there."
She was in my arms instantly. "Of course, silly man. There'll be many next times if you want them."
I looked deeply into her eyes. "I want them."
With much mutual fondling and touching we managed to get dressed and make the place presentable. We kissed, long and lingering, on the doorstep when I was struck by sudden thought.
"How did you get here?"
She giggled. "I drove."
I opened my mouth to speak then shut it firmly. All the way home her scent was in my nostrils.