Weekend with Tina
          by Michael K. Smith


It was Friday evening and Tina Mayfield, our page, was back
in the deepest storage stacks with her face buried in a
corner, sobbing her heart out. When I found her, I stopped a
few feet away, unsure what to do. At last I said quietly
"Anything I can do, Tina?"

She jumped, startled, and quickly wiped her eyes before
turning around. "No -- nobody can do anything." She sniffled
and hesitated. "My father threw me out for spending all
night with a boy. I don't have anyplace to go. No other
relatives around here, but they probably wouldn't take me in
anyway, if my father said not to. And my only really close
girlfriend is on vacation with her family. I got no place."
The tears began coursing down her cheeks again. She squeezed
her eyes shut and just stood there with her head down, feet
together, arms folded helplessly.

"Could you go and stay with this boy you were with?"

She shook her head. "No. . . .  It was just once. H-he's
w-with someone e-else now. . . ." She was trying hard not to
lose it again.

I watched her biting her lip and trying not to look at me,
and I thought about it. Tina was barely eighteen, more cute
than gorgeous, and -- this week -- a brassy redhead in thin,
boot-cut slacks that were interestingly tight across the
butt and a snug cotton top cut so short her belly button
appeared every time she raised her arms to reach an upper
shelf. She also favored Madonna-red lipstick. She was only
about five-one but kind of on the buxom side. She had small
feet, snug-looking hips, and a tiny waist that I admired.

She'd also been around, as they say, having lost her
virginity at fourteen. "Having my ticket punched" was the
term she'd used when she told me about it. She liked people
to think she was really a wild child but she was actually
rather sweet and always friendly. We'd been chatting and
more or less innocently flirting during slack times for
several months and she had asked my advice about an
assortment of things. Several times, I'd discovered her
watching me with a certain look of interest, which she
always tried to cover up.

I, on the other hand, was thirty-two and married, though
that didn't preclude the occasional lustful fantasy. But I
was also her immediate supervisor and, ordinarily, I
wouldn't have dreamed of saying what I found myself saying
next.

"Well, . . . if you have no place else to go, Tina, you're
welcome to come home with me for the night. Or the weekend.
We're both scheduled to work Saturday but we're both off
Sunday."

She glanced at my face and snorted. "Sure. Right."

"Don't jump to conclusions," I protested lamely. "We have
three bedrooms and you can take your pick."  From her
skeptical expression, that hadn't come out quite right
either.

"Look, Tina, you know what I'm trying to say, so think about
it, okay? If you still need a place to crash when we close,
let me know." I walked off, shaking my head at my own
ineptness.

Tina went back to her shelving, getting three more book
trucks emptied in the next hour and a half and tidying up
the reading area; whatever problems she might have at home,
she was a conscientious worker. But she was subdued, not at
all her usual bouncy self. A little before nine o'clock, she
came back to my desk and, in a low, confiding voice, said
"You're sure you wouldn't mind if I slept over tonight? And
maybe Saturday night? Maybe my folks will calm down by
then."

"No problem. If I minded, I wouldn't have suggested it,
Tina. Things will get better at home; they always do." Well,
I had to say something reassuring. She gave me a wan little
smile and touched my shoulder lightly before going back to
finish up for the night.

I don't know why we continue to keep the Main Library open
until nine on Fridays, since we usually have more staff in
the building than patrons. The common theory is that the
City Council dislikes the necessity of supporting a public
library at all and wants to get as much use out of the
building as possible, even though it means extra pay for the
staff.

Anyway, it's a big building and by the time the staff get
down from the Eighth Floor, the parking garage in the
sub-basement is always almost empty. That was fine with me;
I didn't especially want any of my coworkers to see me
walking a girl a decade younger than myself to my Camry.


I live out on a country road at the edge of the county: A
Prairie Gothic sort of place on a big grassy lot, no
neighbors closer than a hundred yards, and very little
traffic. Tina hopped out of the car while I was still
putting it in ‘Park' and looked around in the dark, taking
in the vegetable garden and the flower beds, the big cedars
and the windbreak of tall aspens, and the old iron weather
vane on top of the house, outlined against the glow from the
city. One of our three cats strolled out of the shadows and
sat down to look her over. Tina hunkered down and tried to
talk to him but he gave her a look of feline disbelief and
went off to hunt among the leeks.

Inside, Tina glanced around the sprawling living room and
smiled. "Nice house. Big."

"Big enough for me, especially with no kids. But I didn't
buy it, I inherited it. By the way, did you eat this
afternoon?"

"Burger King," she replied, testing the softness of the
sofa. "Do you have any Cokes, though?"

"You're welcome to anything in the ice box -- except my good
vodka."

She laughed as I hung up my jacket and parked my briefcase
beside the stereo. I sat down and was trying to remove my
tie without getting it too wrinkled (I hate ironing ties)
when she strolled back into the living room with a Diet
Sprite and the remains of a package of chewy molasses
cookies.

"Sorry -- I should have asked if I could get you anything,"
she said, eying the available space on the sofa on either
side of me.

"No, that's okay. I'm just going to watch the late news and
then read a little before I go to bed." I returned her smile
but was careful not to send out any signals.

After a moment, she plopped down in my big arm chair,
slipped off her fake topsiders, and propped her bare feet up
on the edge of the coffee table. Her tiny toenails were the
same brilliant shade of magenta as her fingertips. After a
moment, she said "I thought you were married."

"I am. My wife's in New Jersey teaching a series of classes
in network management for some company or other. She's been
gone for two weeks and she won't be back for another two." I
tried not to look at her or change the tone of my voice.

We sat quietly, more or less relaxed, and watched TV for
half an hour. Tina polished off her Sprite and the cookies.
I finally got up and stretched, not being in the mood for
Letterman.

"Well," I said as we listened to my knees pop, "I'm going to
hit the sack and read a couple chapters before I conk out.
Let me show you where things are first." Tina hopped up and
followed me down the hall and up the stairs.

"This is the guest room." I opened the door and flicked on
the light. "The bed's made and the bathroom's right across
the hall." It suddenly dawned on me that she had only a
small purse with her. "Um, I'd offer you a pair of pajamas
but I don't own any. Never wear ‘em." She smiled up at me.
"I can lend you a tee-shirt, though. Mine should fit you
about like a nightshirt."

"Sure, that's fine. . . .  Where's your room?"

"End of the hall." She sat and bounced a little on the
mattress while I went and found her a shirt.



I'd already turned out the light when Tina finally flicked
off the TV. I heard the bathroom door being shut. The toilet
flushed. The door opened again and then her bedroom door
clicked shut. It's often difficult for me to get right to
sleep when I work the evening shift at the library (still
wired, I guess) so I was lying there consciously trying to
relax my muscles and listening to my mind chase itself
around in circles.

I had some generalized erotic thoughts about the young girl
in the room just down the hall but I didn't expect to
actually cash in on them. Just as well, I thought: I'm way
too old for her -- even though she's just the right age to
be interesting to me. Perhaps I should explain that even
though my wife and I have a good marriage most of the time,
I nevertheless fantasize about girls and young women who
probably would consider me to be just on the borderline of
"old man."

Then my imaginings were interrupted by a quiet soprano in
the doorway. "Could I move in here? It's kind of lonely
being in a strange bed alone, in the dark."

I raised myself up on my elbow. Tina was a dim figure
standing with her hand on the doorknob, my tee-shirt
covering her midway down her thighs. One foot was balanced
atop the other and she was swinging her knee side-to-side
nervously. Well, it was her choice and I reminded myself
that she was legally old enough to make it. I scooted over a
little and flipped the top sheet out of the way. It was too
warm for a blanket.

Tina seemed to be in a hurry as she came and slipped into
bed beside me. She lay there looking at me as I got myself
resettled . . . and then her hand reached out and brushed
against my hip.

"You really *don't* wear anything in bed, do you?" she
giggled. I didn't reply because that momentary contact was
making my cock inflate like a life raft and I was trying to
figure out how to conceal it under just a thin sheet.

"Well, I can't let you get away with that," she murmured as
she shifted position and hauled the borrowed shirt off over
her head. She balled it up, tossed it on the floor, and
scrunched back down under the sheet . . . and lay there on
her side, blazing bronze hair spread across her pillow,
watching my face expectantly.

I swallowed hard. It was a little late to decide whether I
wanted to get involved with this kid. I wasn't actually old
enough to be her father, even if I had married really young.
(I've never understood that particular cliche; I certainly
wasn't interested in being her father.) Should I ignore
caution entirely? Even if nothing happened, Tina might
mention to someone that she had spent the night naked in my
bed, which would sink my job and possibly my marriage. Yeah,
but all I could think about was that tight, youthful body
being implicitly offered to me.

"I think this pillow is more comfortable than that one," I
said quietly.

Tina smiled and scooted closer as I stretched out my arm.
She laid her cheek on my bicep and the hard tip of her 
breast grazed my chest. One kneecap snuggled against my
lower thigh and she stroked my shin with the sole of her
foot.

"Bet you could get in a lot of trouble doing this, couldn't
you?" Her lips twitch in a devilish smirk. "But I promise I
won't say anything . . . on one condition."

I must have looked apprehensive because she put the flat of
her hand on my stomach and stroked it. "It's easy, really,"
she went on. "You invited me here, and here I am. And I know
why, too. You want to have sex with me but you're nervous
because I'm so much younger. Well . . ." She took a deep
breath, then went on in a rush. "The reason I came is
because you *are* older. I mean, like an ‘older man', right?
I've really only slept with a couple of guys and they were
my age. Maybe a little bit older, I guess. But, anyway, they
have all this macho stuff going on, right? Like, they just
want to fuck and then go out and shoot some hoops. But
you're nice. And I figure you've had a lot more experience."

She was scooting even closer as she spoke. Now, she was
nose-to-nose with me, her tits pressed firmly against my
chest. I felt her pubic hair tickling my leg. Her hand moved
up to my face and stroked my cheek. My throat was dry.

"So I want you to teach me how to make love properly. D'you
know what I mean? Anybody can fuck. Dogs fuck. But I want to
know how to *make love*. And I promise I'll never say
anything to anyone about who taught me. Do we have a deal?"
  I hadn't had such an arousing and straightforward
proposition since college. "Deal," I said. "And the final
exam should be fun."



The idea of giving love-lessons to such a sultry little item
as Tina was a major turn-on, the kind of thing that only
happens in daydreams. I gave it some thought -- about ten
seconds worth -- and then slid out of bed and stood up. Tina
looked surprised.

"If we're going to do this right, let's start vertical."
There was just enough moonlight filtering in through the
blinds for me to take her hand and help her out of bed. She
started to put her arms around my neck but I gently stopped
her. "Let me lead, okay, sweetheart?" She licked her lips
and nodded.

I drew her toward me, stopping when her nipples were an inch
away from my diaphragm. I leaned forward and kissed her
lightly on the lips. Then on the cheek. Then on one earlobe.
Then I worked my way gradually down the side of her neck and
out along the freckled top of her shoulder. She shivered and
inhaled loudly. Her eyelids fluttered down.

I lifted her hands and set her palms flat against my chest
as I slowly pulled her closer, slipping my arms around her
narrow waist and zeroing in on those full, moist lips. Even
at her age, Tina turned out to be a talented kisser. She
rotated her mouth and attached herself to me like a remora,
sucking in my tongue and making soft "unh, unh" sounds like
an infant with a bottle. Her arms encircled my neck and she
flattened herself hard against me. It was incredibly
stimulating, especially since I hadn't kissed a woman other
than my wife in years -- and certainly not naked.

Almost of their own accord, my hands moved down to squeeze
and knead her ass. As I pulled her up on her toes, Tina
moaned and kissed me so hard our teeth clicked together. Her
oversized breasts mashed against my ribs; I could tell
exactly where her erect nipples were.

Finally, I whispered "Hang on!" and lifted her off the
floor. Smoothly, she locked her legs around my waist and
laughed delightedly in my ear. Tina was small but she was no
featherweight; she was solidly built and it was a good thing
I'd stayed in shape. I stood like that for a few seconds,
letting my fingers curl under the backs of her thighs and
tickle the edges of her cunt. She tightened her grip even
more.

I took a couple of steps forward and pitched us both onto
the bed. She squealed as I caught myself on my arms, just in
time to avoid crushing her. She writhed around, trying to
hook her ankles behind my back and maneuver herself into
position. But I wasn't ready for that . . . not yet.

We kissed again, heatedly, passionately -- and then I
suddenly stood and spun her end-for-end on the bed, and
tugged her a few inches so that her head was angled halfway
off the edge of the mattress. And before she could react, I
knelt with one knee on either side of her head, stretched
out atop her body, and buried my face between her legs.

Tina gasped and jerked as my open mouth covered her pubic
mound. Then she spread her legs as wide as she could and
drew up her knees; the lips of her pussy gaped pinkly and
the escaping aromatic moistness covered my nose and cheeks.

I moved slightly so that my rigid cock tapped her eyebrow.
Her hands were already clutching my thighs so she bobbed her
head around until she could capture my penis with her lips.
That left her with her chin up and her head back. If I had
thrust forward at that moment, I would have plunged all the
way past her larynx, so I was very careful to let her do all
the work at her end, while I licked and sucked at her clit
and swirled my tongue in the depths of her pussy.

As it turned out, little Tina had a very talented tongue,
too; it seemed to wrap itself completely around the head of
my cock. Then, rather to my surprise, she urged me forward
and leaned her head even farther back, swallowing almost all
of me. She pressed her lips together when she reached the
base of my cock and I knew there would be a bright red
lipstick ring just short of my pubic hair. I was going to
have to be more inventive with my lessons. Tina was
definitely an advanced student.

As she commenced sliding her mouth up and down my straining
cock, I got my hands around her ankles and urged her knees
toward her chest, which curled her ass upward. Her little
pink asshole was waiting patiently and I began making wet
tongue-circles around it. Her sphincter trembled as I
finally pushed my tongue against it and I was aware of her
toes curling. Her response was to scrape her teeth lightly
down my cock, which gave me the shivers.

At that point, I also became aware of the growing pressure
in my groin; if we kept this up for another two minutes, I
was going to come in her mouth and, despite her demonstrated
proficiency, I wasn't sure she was prepared for that. I let
her legs return to the bed and carefully raised my body off
hers. She released my penis with a last slurp and gazed at
me upside-down with flaming lust in her eyes. Then she
rotated on the bed so her head was back on the pillow, gave
me a crooked grin, and held her open arms up to me.

"I've never felt like this before," she said hoarsely. "How
did you learn to do that?"

"Experience, my dear. Experience and practice." I reached
down, gripped her ankles again, and spread her legs slowly
apart. As I raised her legs and knelt between her thighs, I
smiled back at her. "Tell me what you'd like, Tina.
Vocalizing your desires can be very erotic, you know."

She giggled. "And what book did that come out of?" She
licked her lips and stared at me. "I want you to fuck me,
Tom. You want to put your cock in my cunt, don't you? You
want to fuck my little pussy, right? Well, I want you to do
it to me, Tom. In fact, I want you to do anything you want
to me. Do you want to tie me up and blindfold me while you
fuck me? You can if you want to. I trust you and you can do
anything. Anything at all." She let her eyelids droop and
ran her little pink tongue slowly around her lips.

I was right, her little speech was extremely arousing. She
had given me permission to carry out my more unusual
fantasies with her. Maybe later.

"Right now, Tina, I'm going to give you your next lesson in
lovemaking. Are you ready?"

"Yes, teacher," she replied in a little-girl voice and
touched the tip of her forefinger to her lip. She certainly
knew what turned me on. Even though Tina had occasionally
regaled me with her own sexual exploits -- at least some of
which I was pretty sure were fictional -- I had been a good
deal more circumspect in describing any of my own
experiences or fantasies. Though, come to think of it, I had
mentioned once that I'd had a vasectomy years before. But
she hadn't asked me about condoms, and it somehow hadn't
even occurred to me. Was my tastes that obvious? Or were all
females simply aware of this stuff about guys?

I arranged myself carefully and leaned forward again so the
head of my cock plowed lightly up the length of her pussy,
which was wetly wide open. She blinked and writhed a little,
and her eyes never left my face. I did that twice more and
then I allowed my impatient erection to glide slowly into
her, never pausing until I was completely buried, with my
cock pressing against her cervix. I pressed her knees back
to her chest and hooked her ankles over my shoulders,
leaning farther forward to fold her small form in half. Then
I let my cock slide out of her cunt just as slowly as it had
entered her, and immediately pushed inward again. Tina
moaned and arched her neck, reaching up between her legs to
sink her fingers in my hair. She was a very supple girl. I
wondered. . . .

On the next partial withdrawal and thrust, I pushed her
ankles down next to her ears. She took the hint and quickly,
easily tucked them behind her head and crossed her ankles.
It made her look even smaller. Then both of us looked down
at her crotch to see my penis moving in and out of her wet,
shining cunt. Her hands found her nipples, still red and
very rigid, and she began tweaking them and rolling them
between thumb and forefinger. Her lips were moving and I had
to pay close attention to hear what she was saying.

"Oh, yes, oh, my, oh, God, oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, .
. . ."

I kept moving in and out of her, trying to hold my pace and
not let my own urges take control. I wanted this to last,
for both of us. I didn't want to be compared in Tina's mind
with those teenage boys she had mentioned so scornfully. So
I kept at it, pulling out and pushing back in, speeding up
only very gradually, and her breath became more and more
ragged. Her eyes were tightly closed now, and a bright red
flush had spread across her face and upper body. She finally
became to whimper and her lips pulled back from her teeth,
and I took that as my cue to accelerate the pace. I began
moving faster and faster, thrusting into her cunt harder and
deeper each time, until the tears appeared on her cheeks and
her hands, buried again in my hair, began to shake.

When her climax hit, the feral sounds she made were enough
to trigger my own orgasm, and I jerked and spasmed deep
within her cunt, emptying my gonads and then some. Good
thing for me I was shooting blanks.

I stayed pressed hard against her as my spasms declined, and
then rolled slowly off. She carefully unfolded her legs and
stretched them out straight. She turned her head to stare
deep into my eyes and her shining face was truly beautiful.
She reached for my hand and squeezed it hard.

"Oh, Tom, I had no idea! I've come before, lots of times,
but never like that -- and never even with a guy! Oh, God,
that's wonderful, you coming inside me like that. I could
feel it, you know, your cum squirting out, I know I could
feel it. And it felt so good!" She seemed to run out of
words and just gazed lovingly at me. I felt a twinge of
conscience -- I didn't want this girl developing a serious
emotional attachment to me. Great sex was one thing, but I
wasn't going to encourage her to fall in love with me. That
would be disastrous all round.

But we would have to talk about that later, if it developed
that we had to talk about it at all. It was much too
peaceful and relaxing in my bed just then. I slipped my arm
under Tina's shoulder and she snuggled right up to me with a
happy sigh, still holding my hand, her knee angled over my
thigh. My wife was an affectionate person, but she was the
sort of sleeper who required her own space, and we didn't
often fall asleep wound together like this. It was kind of
nice, especially since Tina was almost purring as she dozed
off.



I was having formless but very erotic dreams when I finally
crawled back up into consciousness sometime in the early
morning hours. Tina was quietly licking and kissing my
abdomen and poking her wet little tongue into my belly
button. Her hand was buried between my legs, gently and
rhythmically squeezing my balls. What a wake-up call, I
thought. She must have heard my eyes open because she
glanced up at my face and smiled, and gave my testicles an
extra squeeze. Then, as I stroked her hair, she shifted to
my half-erect cock and began slowly masturbating me. God,
she felt good.

I let my hand drift down her shoulder blades and I tugged
lightly at her rib cage. She swung around on the bed, never
releasing my hardening erection, so her curvy little ass was
more convenient. My hand traced the swell of her hip and the
flair of her firm buttock, and my forefinger traced a line
from her tailbone down to her asshole. She made a sound in
her throat and twitched a little closer.

Stretching just a little, I was able to ease my finger into
her pussy from behind, getting it nice and wet in the juices
that were already beginning to flow. After a minute of that,
during which Tina took a tighter grip on my cock and
experimented with pulling on it -- an exquisite sensation --
I let my finger move back up to her sphincter and began
slowly working it into her. She cooperated, shifting a
little farther to allow me access. And by the time my
embedded finger reached the second joint, she was breathing
a lot harder.

"Tina," I said in a low voice. She looked up. "Have you ever
had a cock in your ass?"

"No. Do you want to, Tom?" Her eyes glowed. "Do you want to
fuck my ass?"

"Absolutely. I'll try not to hurt you, okay?"

"Tom, I said you could do anything you wanted, remember?
‘Cause it's exciting to let you do anything you like to me.
If you want to fuck me in the ass, then that's what I want,
too." She smiled and squeezed my cock.

My wife and I had done this a few times early in our
marriage, but while she was willing to do it to please me
(up to a point), I knew it caused her some discomfort and
after awhile ass-fucking simply disappeared from our
somewhat limited repertoire. But I often fantasized about it
when I saw an especially luscious ass on a girl, so I was
definitely looking forward to this.

I got up on my knees, place my bunched-up pillow in the
middle of the bed, and arranged Tina across it with her
lovely little bottom uppermost. I had no K-Y or anything,
but there was a bottle of particularly slippery lotion on
the floor beside the bed. I squeezed some of that into my
hand and spread it liberally up and down her ass. She
squirmed and wiggled her butt at me invitingly.

So I settled myself behind her and spread her thighs, noting
the glistening moisture from her cunt and the way her
buttocks quivered only slightly; there was certainly no fat
on Tina. I lathered more of the lotion over my cock, which
had become rigid with anticipation, and place the tip of it
against the target. I leaned forward carefully and pushed
into her as gently as I could, and she pushed back
cooperatively. As my organ began to stretch her open,
though, Tina buried her face in the sheets, bunched them up
in her fists, and moaned.

I paused. "Am I hurting you, Tina?" I asked quietly.

"No. Yeah, but not much. But keep going, Tom. Fuck me, man.
. . ."

So I resumed pushing, and in a minute or less, my cock was
buried in her to the hilt. Looking down at myself, I thought
about how incredibly arousing the view was, seeing my penis
swallowed up by this young girl's rectum. The passage was
tight and there was no end to it, and I could feel her
rectal muscles squeezing me. It was far more than exciting
than if Tina had been a tall, leggy fashion model.

Gripping her hips, I abruptly pushed harder and she moaned,
but she pushed back against me and her buttocks were
trembling. As I partially withdrew from her, I spread more
of the lotion on myself and pushed back in. With the lotion
and her natural moisture, the action was becoming easier,
and I settled into a slow rhythm. Her face still buried in
the sheet, Tina ran her hands up and down her sides and
reached back to spread her cheeks for me.

Without thinking about it, I took them and crossed her
wrists behind the small of her back, pinning them there with
one hand.

"Ooooh, you got me," she chuckled breathlessly.

In for a dime, I thought, and buried my other hand in her
bright hair, taking a handful and tugging her head back. At
the same time, I thrust hard into her ass. Her throaty moan
had an excited edge to it. I was careful not to hurt her,
but I wanted to give her the illusion of erotic pain, and
she responded to it in a way that probably surprised her.

I was speeding up now, my penis pulling halfway out and
thrusting deep again, and Tina's back arched with each
stroke. She was making rhythmic grunting noises and the
counterthrust of her ass against my groin told me she was
getting off on this fantasy as much as I was.

But I was determined that my climax would be dramatic. When
I felt the forces gathering in my groin, I suddenly released
her wrists and hair, withdrew from her, and flipped her
quickly on her back. She was startled when I moved up to
straddle her chest, jerking my engorged cock a couple times
before erupting with great force. She immediately closed her
eyes and opened her mouth wide as I covered her face with
semen and shot half a cup of it down her throat. She coughed
but grabbed my cock and fastened her lips around the head,
sucking and swallowing for all she was worth, pausing to
gasp for breath, then sucking again as I continued to jerk
and come.

My arms, stiffly planted on either side of her head, were
trembling in reaction to the violence of my orgasm. I hadn't
come like that in years -- a combination, I thought, of the
sheer novelty of my situation and a deeply erotic daydream
fantastically fulfilled.



As we lay there catching our breath, I watched Tina watching
me. She was smiling dreamily and seemed content to allow my
semen to dry wherever it had landed.

"Wow," she said softly. "Un-fucking-believable. When you
held my arms and my head back like that, it was so sexy I
thought I was going to explode. I didn't even know I was
into S-and-M! God, that was hot. *You* were hot, Tom, my
god. . . ." She shook her head slowly and licked some of my
come off her upper lip.

I hugged her close to me and, while I was at it, bit her
earlobe just a little. She squeaked and giggled. "Tina,
you're the hottest thing that's happened to me in a very
long time. You're just an extraordinarily sexy girl --
there's no other way to say it. As I'm sure you've guessed
by now, I have kind of a thing for small girls,
young-looking girls, that's what turns me on. And you're a
fantasy come true."

As I said it, I was aware that my confession wasn't entirely
complimentary to her, but Tina decided to take it that way.
She smiled and hugged me back.

"Tom, I wanted someone to teach me about lovemaking, an
older guy who knew about this stuff, and I'm so glad I chose
you. You're a terrific lover!" She patted my arm and
snuggled up against me again. In another minute, she was
asleep. In another two minutes, so was I.



I awoke automatically at six o'clock and remembered that we
had to be at work at nine. I slipped out of bed to hit the
bathroom, trying not to wake Tina, but her eyes immediately
popped open and she yawned and stretched like a cat. Then
she padded after me and watched with interest as I emptied
my bladder. Then, before I could flush the toilet, she
lowered the seat and plopped down and I listened to her own
piss joining mine. And while she was there, she reached out
and gave my penis a friendly squeeze. When she grinned up at
me, I saw that there were numerous white flakes still stuck
to her cheeks and forehead.

"Would you like to join me in a shower?" I asked as I turned
the HOT handle to allow the water heater to do its thing.
She didn't bother to answer but slipped through the shower
curtain ahead of me and pulled the flexible head down to her
level, rotating in the spray and letting it cascade off her
head. I liked the way the water glistened on her firm body,
the way the water ran in a stream off her nipples, which
were stiffening again in the heat.

When she saw me waiting my turn, she stepped out from
beneath the spray and pushed the shower head back up to my
height. Then she took me by the arms and moved me under the
water, picked up the soap from the dish, and began lathering
my chest and stomach. 

Being ministered to this way was delightful and Tina was
obviously enjoying the role she had taken on herself. She
soaped me up thoroughly, paying special attention to my cock
and my balls, and rinsing me off carefully.

Then it was my turn and I knelt so I could reach all of her,
covering her body in suds and being careful to remove all
traces of my semen from her face. She set her hands on my
shoulders and squeezed them when I ran the cloth over her
nipples more than was strictly necessary. I would have liked
to have spent an hour or two with her in the steam, but the
library was calling and we eventually climbed out and
toweled each other dry.

Back in the bedroom, I got out my shirt and slacks for the
day while Tina went down to the guest room to gather up her
own things. It was too bad she hadn't been able to bring a
change of clothes with her, but she had apparently laid
everything out neatly and her outfit looked like it would
get her through one more day.

When she pulled on her bikini panties, though, and picked up
her bra, she made a face. "I *hate* wearing used underwear."

"Then don't." She looked at me. "Don't wear underwear
today," I repeated. "It isn't like you actually need it."

She gave me a devilish smirk and shucked her panties again.
Then she pulled on her slacks -- she had to work at it a bit
to get them over her bare hips -- and pulled her top over
her head. Her nipples showed clearly and tantalizingly
through the thin cotton. The library's patrons were in for a
pleasant surprise today.



It was pretty quiet for a Saturday: Not many students with
class projects, not many older couples bringing their
grandchildren to the library, not many hobbyists reading the
car repair manuals or studying the gardening manuals. Tina
enjoyed herself immensely, wiggling her ass at the few guys
her age who did show up and deliberately making her tits
jiggle. They followed her covertly with their eyes, which
obviously delighted her. My work partner that day was an
older woman, a good reference librarian but blind to
anything she wasn't actively thinking about, and she seemed
not to notice the pages at all.

When I took my mid-morning coffee break back in the
otherwise empty departmental office, Tina followed me to my
cubicle. Glancing around to be sure we were truly alone, she
shoved her shirt up to her collarbone, set her hands on my
shoulders and leaned over me.

"Suck my tits," she whispered with a grin. I obliged,
running my tongue around each of her nipples -- stiff as
usual -- and sucking avidly on each in turn. She gave me a
throaty hum of pleasure and reached down to squeeze my cock
through my slacks. I gave her bottom a playful swat and she
pulled her shirt down and she laughed as she went back to
work.

The day passed more slowly than usual because I kept
watching Tina out of the corner of my eye and thinking about
the available possibilities for the rest of the weekend.
Finally, it was five o'clock and we headed down to the
garage again. I had unthinkingly parked near the elevator
and just as I was unlocking the passenger-side door for her,
a couple of department heads from other floors emerged.

"Get on the floor," I whispered to her urgently. "It would
be better if you weren't seen." She obeyed, crouching on the
mat in front of the seat as I went around to the driver's
side and exchanged parting waves with my colleagues.

As we exited the garage ramp, Tina poked her head up and
peered over the edge of the window. "Is it safe?" she said
conspiratorially. Then she settled herself in and buckled up
-- and then distracted me badly by again raising her top to
expose her small, firm breasts. She leaned her head back and
closed her eyes as she cupped them and pinched and pulled
the nipples.

"God, I've soooooooo horny all day," she murmured. "Thinking
about what we did last night and what we're going to do
later. . . ."

I licked my lips and tried to concentrate on the sparse
Saturday evening traffic. I was thinking about it, too. My
god, what a blazing little bombshell she was!

When we arrived, Tina held out her hand for the key even
before I had unbuckled my seatbelt, with the explanation
that she really had to pee badly. I dropped it in her palm
and she hopped out and jogged to the front door, opened it,
and disappeared. By the time I got by briefcase together,
locked the car, and went in, the toilet in the front hall
bathroom had been flushed and Tina was posed naked in the
entryway.

"If I can go without underwear at work, I figure I don't
need any clothes at all at home, right?" She grinned at my
lustful expression, swayed her way over to me, and reached
her arms up around my neck. Then I was locked in a long,
slow, soulful kiss filled with tongues and mashing lips. I
let my hands drift up and down her smooth back, feeling the
muscles shift as she ground herself against me. Finally, she
leaned back in my arms and stared into my eyes.

"But I'm starved, so let's eat." She giggled at my
expression and led me by the hand to the kitchen. "Feed me
first -- then you can fuck me."

So we nuked something out of the freezer and ate on the sofa
with Tina sprawled wantonly across my lap. It was difficult,
trying to eat as her thighs opened and closed, giving me
brief flashes of her clit. She knew exactly the effect she
was having on me, of course. Tina was an extraordinary
combination of knowing innocence and sexy sweetness, and I
was enchanted with her. This couldn't go on forever, but
while it did, I was going to grab it with both hands and no
looking back. I could feel guilty later.

After we set our dishes aside, she leaned back in my arms
and studied my face appraisingly. "I've been thinking, Tom.
What you did last night, holding my arms while you fucked my
ass, I really got off on that. It surprised me, because I
didn't think I would even trust a guy enough to let him do
something like that -- but I trust you, and I really liked
it." She shifted position slightly, which centered my penis
directly under her crotch. I could feel the heat through my
slacks.

"I want to do something like that again. Could we?" She
cocked her head. "Just like before, anything you want to do
to me, you can do. You can even hurt me a little," she
added, "if you don't hurt me too much." She shrugged. "You
know what I mean! No lasting bruises or anything." Jesus, I
thought. I couldn't have invented a fantasy situation like
this in a million years.

I scooped her up and set on her feet. "First," I said, "why
don't you take my clothes off?" She smiled as she unbuttoned
my shirt and pulled it off, then sank to her knees and began
undoing my belt and lowering my zipper. Ten second later, I
was standing in my living room naked as an eighteen-year-old
cutie swabbed her tongue up and down my growing erection and
stroked my testicles. I began to form an idea.

"You're not being enthusiastic enough," I said, and she
looked up in surprise. "I think you need to be punished a
little." And she squealed as I quickly stooped and picked
her up. I sat back on the sofa and pulled Tina face down
across my lap, gathering her wrists in one hand and pinning
them behind her. She squirmed and struggled, but not too
hard. But the first openhanded smack of my palm on her ass
made her jerk and squawk. My cock was beneath her abdomen
and I could feel her stomach fluttering against my erection.

The second smack was harder and louder, and she jerked again
with a small cry. We both knew all she had to do was ask me
to stop, and I would -- but she didn't, and I kept going. By
the fourth blow, her quivering little ass was bright red and
she was sobbing quietly. But she also managed to rub herself
against my cock and she kept arching her back and twitching
her bottom in a most alluring way.

Tina mumbled something and I paused. She snuffled and said
again, "I'll be a good girl, Daddy, I promise." Damn, she
really did know how my fantasies worked. I released her arms
and helped her turn over and sit up in my lap. She made an
"Ooo" sound at the tenderness of her bottom, then spread her
thighs and peered between her legs. "You made my pussy all
wet," she said in a little-girl voice, eyes wide and lips
pursed.

"I guess we'll have to do something about that," I said,
helping her settle astride my lap. She got up on her knees
and reached down to steer my trembling erection into
herself, then settled onto it with a sigh. She scooted
closer, which pushed me all the way up inside her, filling
her passage side to side and end to end. Then I squeezed her
ass in my hands (she flinched a little) and pressed her to
me even more. She put her head back and leaned her palms
against my chest, humping me slowly and rhythmically. I
moved my hands to her breasts, cupping and squeezing them as
she had done herself in the car. She moaned softly and
licked her lips.

We weren't in any hurry, but these things have a schedule of
their own, and within a few minutes we were moving at a
faster clip, Tina breathing hard as she lifted herself up
and pushed back down. Even with the workout her cunt had
been getting, she was still tight, fitting me as snug as a
hot, wet glove.

After a few minutes, I doubled the speed and Tina caught her
breath and held tightly to my arms as I jerked and filled
her with semen once again. Then she collapsed against my
chest with my cock still deep inside her. We sat like that
for awhile, catching our breath and letting the sweat
evaporate. My erection had shrunk, of course, but Tina was
so tight it hadn't yet escaped. I rather liked that.

An hour later, we were in bed. It had been a long
twenty-four hours and we both were tired, so we drifted off
to sleep, me with my arms around her, Tina with her nose
against my chest and one hand tucked between my thighs.



We slept in a bit the next morning and even Tina admitted to
being a little stiff. This time, though, she held my cock
for me as I relieved myself at the toilet and I wielded the
tissue when she took her turn. That was certainly something
I'd never done with my wife. Tina seemed to have a definite
taste for the unusual -- what other people might consider
peculiar, even warped. All this was as much an experiment
for me as for her, though, and I was glad to have a willing
lab partner.

Then we climbed into the shower with the knowledge that
there was no need to hurry this morning. We took our time
soaping each other up and giving full attention to cleaning
each square inch of skin. We even sat on the tile floor of
the shower stall with Tina's small feet in my lap as I
carefully scrubbed each of her toes. She was obviously
pleased with this sort of attention and repaid it by lying
on her belly and pushing her face up between my legs,
scrubbing my crotch industriously with her little pink
tongue. When she sucked each of my balls into her mouth in
turn and tucked one into each cheek, I could feel my own
toes curl.

It didn't take long for the bathroom to fill with steam,
which was even sexier than a shared hot shower itself. When
we were standing again, we moved into a lengthy deep kiss
accompanied by enthusiastic groping. Tina liked the feel of
my hands moving over her body, squeezing her ass, lifting
her up on the tips of her toes, mashing her full length
against my body. She like straddling my thigh and rubbing
her clit against me, gripping my cock tightly and trying to
lift me by it, reaching around me to squeeze my ass and
brush her fingertips over my asshole.

As we both knew we would, it didn't take long to reach full
arousal. This time, I turned Tina to face the side wall of
the shower and bent my knees so I could get into her cunt
from the rear. As I slid into her, I stretched her arms out
straight and leaned into her, pressing her against the warm,
wet tile. She closed her eyes and let me do all the work,
with only faint grunts at each thrust.

"Tina," I breathed into her ear, "I love the feel of your
firm little ass pushing against me each time I push my cock
into you." That got me an erotic moan and a wiggle. "Tell me
what you feel," I said.

She licked her lips. Her cheek was mashed against the tile.
"I feel your big, lovely cock filling me up," she gasped. "I
feel like I'm crucified on this wall and your penis is a
big, hard spike in my gut. It feels great. . . ."

I took longer this time for me to come -- no surprise -- and
Tina was moaning and almost sobbing by the time I
ejaculated. And she came right behind me. She nearly
collapsed when I released her arms and I wrapped my arms
around her to keep her from falling. When she had recovered
herself, we rinsed off yet again, finally turned off the
spray, and climbed shakily out of the stall. I'd dug out the
large hotel-type towels this time and Tina looked fatally
cute wrapped up in a length of terrycloth much bigger than
she was. As I rubbed her briskly with the towel, I thought
about how little time we probably had left together. As much
as I wished I could keep her as a love-sex pet, I wasn't
unaware of the reality of the situation. I knew Tina would
have to find a place to go, and it would have to be soon.
One of my friends might come by at any time -- worse, it
might be one of my wife's friends. Her thoughts apparently
were running in the same direction, and she looked
thoughtful as she dried my feet.

"Tom, I think I'm gonna need to try calling home. Just to
see what the situation is." I nodded and led her back to the
bed, where there was a cordless on the side table. We lay
back side by side, still naked, while she dialed the number.
She waited silently as the other end picked up, I assumed to
see who would answer before she said anything.

After a moment, she said "Mom? This is me. Is Dad still on
the warpath? Oh, yeah?" She glanced up at me, smiled, and
reached out to stroke my limp penis with two fingers. "I'm
staying with a friend. Mom, it's none of your business --
sorry. 'Cause you might tell Dad. But anyway, it's not a
boy, okay?" She winked at me. I could hear her mother's
faint, pleading voice as Tina lifted the head of my cock and
rubbed her thumb lightly over the tip. In the circumstances,
this was becoming rather an erotic conversation.

"Okay, Mom, listen, I'll be home later. Tell Dad we can talk
about all this -- if he'll just keep his hair on and
remember that I'm eighteen now, okay? And believe me, I'm
not *nearly* as wild as he seems to think I am. Okay, Mom --
love you. ‘Bye."

She pushed the OFF button and sighed. "My Dad's going out of
town this evening on a business trip for a few days. Mom
says he's worried about me being away all weekend and he
promised to try to hold his temper if I cam back. So I guess
we'll see. And I guess I can go home later today sometime."

She looked up at me wistfully and stroked my thigh. "You
know, it's really too bad I can't just stay here with you.
If you weren't married, I mean. I could be your live-in
housekeeper or something -- your whaddayacallit, your au
pair. I could look after you and maybe go to college during
the day, and you could fuck me at night. You wouldn't even
have to pay me; it could be, like, an exchange of services."

Wow. That was a fantasy I hadn't even imagined. "Tina, I
really, truly wish I could keep you. Being looked after by a
sweet little girl like you would be very interesting, I
expect." I sighed. "However---"

"Yeah, yeah, I know: Your wife probably wouldn't approve."

"No, I'm afraid she probably wouldn't." Too bad, too.

Tina was still gently stroking my leg and now she took my
hand in hers and laid it on her own thigh. "But I don't have
to go home yet, not for several hours still." She slowly
spread her legs and moved my hand to her neatly trimmed
pubic hair. "I want you to make love to me again, Tom. Nice
and slow this, okay? I want to pretend I'm your -- your
girl, that I live here all the time and we can make love
whenever we want." She gave me a warm, lingering look.

I slid down to a reclining position and Tina followed,
laying her head back to be kissed. So, of course, I kissed
her, long and slow and warm, a lovely, romantic kiss that
she could remember in her dreams. If I were eighteen, I
thought, I'd sweep this girl off her feet and never look
back. But then, from what she had said, if I were eighteen,
she probably wouldn't be interested in me.

As the kiss went on, I stroked her body, allowing my hand to
follow the curve of her shoulder, her narrow waist, the
swell of her hip, around to the roundness of her ass, down
to the firm smoothness of her thigh. She purred contentedly
and shifted closer. I cupped my hand beneath her breast,
lifting its fullness and tugging her stiffening nipple
between my knuckles. She raised her leg and draped it over
my thigh. Unbelievably, my cock was nearly hard again,
pressing against Tina's stomach, and she wrapped one hand
lightly around it while the other hand gently massaged my
testicles. I slid my hand down her torso and let my middle
finger curve up into her, grazing it across her clit as I
slowly finger-fucked her.

As she had asked, we took our time, but after awhile I
simply couldn't delay any longer. I carefully rolled on top
of her -- no acrobatics this time -- and she raised her
knees for me and guided my erection into herself. She
wrapped her legs around my body and I began to move slowly
into her and out again, in and out, trying not to go too
fast too quickly. I kept looking deep into her eyes the
whole time and she stared back into mine, blinking slowly
and smiling affectionately.

I managed to keep it going a long time, slowing almost to a
halt every time I felt the pressure begin to build. A sexual
flush had spread across the whole of Tina's upper body, even
brighter than during our first fuck. I found it intensely
erotic because it showed that she was not just a passive
participant -- not that I had any doubt of her completely
involvement.

Finally, Tina let me know she was ready by hitching her
crossed ankles a little higher and wrapping her arms around
my neck. Just in case I hadn't gotten the message, she
whispered "Make me come, Tom."

I increased the pace until the tingling behind my balls was
nearly overwhelming. Suddenly, Tina was gasping and
twitching, head thrown back, pelvis thrusting hard against
me, and I erupted, pouring myself into her depths, groaning
with the rush of effort. Never in my life had I produced so
much semen in such a short period of time, and I was pretty
sure I wouldn't be doing it again for a week or two.

As I fell breathlessly onto the bed beside her, Tina turned
on her side and kissed my ear. "This has been the most
exciting weekend of my life," she said. I shared the
sentiment. And I had a feeling I was facing a lonely two
weeks until my wife's return.

Did I feel guilty about the past two days? I thought about
it, lying there with Tina's exhausted form pressed up close
to mine. Well, it hadn't hurt anyone, had it? Not really. I
couldn't think of any way my wife would ever hear about it,
either -- assuming Tina herself didn't spill the beans, and
I didn't believe she would. Okay, I knew this was all
rationalization, but I couldn't make myself regret my two
days with this willing young girl. Whatever happened as a
result, . . . well, I'd deal with it if and when it became
necessary. There was one thing, though.

"Tina, about us. . . ."

She touched my lips with her finger. "Please don't say it,
Tom. No, I'm not going to stalk you and threaten your wife
and boil your rabbit. Really, I won't. I promise." She
stroked my cheek. "You're a very sweet guy, Tom, and you've
done what I asked you to do -- you've taught me how to make
love like an adult. Well, sort of," she added with a little
laugh. "But I'm eighteen and you're, well, you're a lot
older than me. I know we're not going to get married or
anything bizarre like that. We're not going to have an
affair, either, I guess. Not good for either of us, right?"

She sighed a little. "But that's okay, Tom. I like my job
and I like working for you, and you like being a librarian,
and if we went on with this, probably someone would get in
trouble, eventually." She raised up on her elbow to look me
in the eye. "But that doesn't mean I'm ever going to forget
this weekend. I'm never going to forget the feel of your
cock in my pussy and my ass." She trailed a fingertip down
my nose and grinned. "And you'd better not forget it either,
you hear?"

"Tina, I'm never going to be able to look at you without
picturing you like this -- and that's perfect. We're going
to be good friends, you know. Because I'm going to insist on
it. You won't be a library page forever and I don't want to
lose track of you. And that's my promise."

And she kissed me long and sweet, and I took her back to the
real world.


                The End


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