There was a cataclysmic argument yesterday afternoon when her mum arrived back home unexpectedly and found her darling daughter Jessica, stark naked on a sun lounger. The resulting detonation was extraordinary and must have registered on seismographs around the planet. Mum was NOT pleased.
I was though. Jess is 16 now, what you’d call ‘barely legal’ but legal she is (in the UK anyhow). She’s tall - at least 6’.00”, small side boobs and an arse to die for.
Her pussy is also an example of perfection. Her labia allow the very tip of her clit to poke out - like a small tongue tip peeking out at the world. When she has her legs spread - something she does a lot - it glistens, and her urethra and vagina are deliciously visible. Imagination is a wonderful thing, and sometimes, I convince myself that I can almost smell her….almost.
So her mom exploded at her, screaming that she was being a ‘disgusting slut’, and ‘acting like a whore’. To both, Jess replied, “Of course! Why do you think I do it? It makes me feel good.” Rebellious teenagers never know when the thin ice upon which they walk is over very deep water. The argument cooled to the point where her mum was trying to make her understand that she could be seen (yes, by me) and what would people think? Mum was worried that Jessica could expose herself in situations that could spiral out of control. I can’t blame her mum really. I would imagine it’s tough for a parent to suddenly realise that little baby they brought home from the hospital is now a sexually aware and active creature.
It took my girlfriend (girlfriend….oh my!) all of two seconds to sum Jessica up. She did so with two words. “She’s ready.”
And with those words, Jess entered my dream world. I began to have seriously sexual dreams about her. I’ll say one thing, they were well-crafted. It wasn’t just an end-to-end fuckfest.
The first dream was quite sweet really, almost innocent. We get weird weather here. A sunny day can cloud over in a heartbeat. The sky can blacken and the wind whips up. Sometimes, it ends there, and five minutes later, we’re back to scorching sunshine. Other times, we can get a rain squall. This time, was just the wind. Jess yelped and ran indoors, but the wind whipped up her panties and dumped them neatly in my garden.
In the dream, I went out and retrieved them, and yes, of course I looked. The middle of the crotch was marked and was still moist. So I did what any man would do, and inhaled her scent. It made my head swim. Light, but sexual, musky, but not too musky. Moreover, the scent screamed ‘virgin’.
As I said, these sudden changes in weather can end as quickly as they begin, and the wind dropped. Jessica padded out from her home - still naked - came up to the fence and asked for her panties back. In the dream, I was going to merely hand them back, but instead, I looked directly at her, held them to my face again and breathed her in once more. Jess started touching herself.
Then I released my dick and did the same. While breathing her in, I masturbated to orgasm, catching my emission squarely in the centre of her panties. Then I reached across the fence and handed them back. To my delight, she pushed them between her legs and came on them.
Which woke me up.
Strange, since I’m in quite an active sex life that I’m still capable of having wet dreams. I was covered in semen, and my balls ached like they do when I’ve had a really satisfying cum.
I know Jess is only toying with me. I’m no fool. But I do sometimes wonder…what if she really came on to me? Would I actually do anything? I mean, she is of age now, so there’s no legal constraint. But there are a ton of moral ones. It’s all hypothetical as she will never try anything on with me, I’m sure.
My girlfriend, however, isn’t so certain. The, “She’s ready," blew my mind. Was she insinuating something between me and the neighbor girl? Strange remark. She seemed ambivalent, however it would tear me apart if GF did anything with another man.
I’m afraid I’m typical of most men who have devoted their lives to their career and have had little to no experience of ‘relationships’. University was one, long, hard slog from BSc. To MSc. To Phd. Then work, work, work. Initially all the hours God sends. So I’m sure I misread the gleam in my GF’s eye as she sounded almost…turned on at the thought.
I would die internally if she did anything with another man. So I must be reading this wrong.
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