A girl shows up at her teacher's door selling Girl Scout cookies... but those aren't the 'cookies' he's interested in.
I was enjoying a lazy Sunday afternoon, and the sound of the doorbell startled me, making me jump—as usual, I'd become too engrossed in my book, forgetting about the outside world while I read. I swore, if this was another magazine subscr*ption or 'charity' scam... But tempting as it was, I couldn't quite bring myself to ignore them completely, whoever they were. I rolled to my feet and set my book on the table beside my couch, striding to the entryway. I settled my best grumpy-teacher-scowl on my face, and opened the door.
“Winter?” I asked in shock, my eyes going wide as I saw what she was wearing. I couldn't help but grin. “You're a little old to be a Girl Scout, don't you think?” Winter had just barely squeaked her way through to a passing grade in my senior English class last semester. She'd been in my class every year since she'd been a freshman, and she'd be graduating in just another couple of months... assuming she was able to keep the rest of her grades up, that was.
“Mr. H.?” she gasped, equally surprised as I'd been. “I didn't know you lived around here! Isn't it kind of weird for you, living so close to the school?”
“Not so weird that I'm not willing to put up with it for the shorter commute,” I told her honestly. “I actually find it rather funny, when I run into students out in the community. You all seem to think that teachers are mythical beings who exist only within the confines of the school... it's hilarious, watching your little brains breaking as you try to adjust to seeing me out and about in the wild!”
Winter giggled shyly, brushing a strand of long, naturally blonde hair back behind her ear, a soft blush rising in her flawless, pale cheeks. I could tell she'd been having that exact same reaction herself.
“But what are you doing, Winter? You can't be selling cookies, are you? At your age?”
“It's for my sister,” she said, an adorable scowl appearing on her soft, pink lips. “There's this girl in her troop, Monica... a real nasty little bi—bully,” she stopped herself before she swore in front of me; after four years in my class, I'd trained her well. “Autumn tries to hide it, but I can tell how much it bothers her. And she really, really wants to beat her, in the cookie competition. And I figured... my uniform still fits, more or less. So why not help her out a little, and see if we can't wipe the smirk off that little... bully's face?”
“'More or less' is right,” I agreed with a grin, taking a long, slow look up and down her tall, skinny, volleyball-player's body. She was exceptionally tall for a girl, nearly six feet, only a few inches shorter than I was, wearing a white, short-sleeved button-up shirt, emerald skirt, and badge-covered sash. I'm sure that outfit had been appropriately modest, when she'd worn it as a little girl, but Girl Scout uniforms were definitely not intended to show off nearly that much leg. Nor had they been created with an eye to accommodating a pair of perky, D-cup breasts like those Winter had grown into over the last couple of years; her shirt was so tight on her now, one deep breath, and she was going to be losing buttons!
“Mr. H.!” she gasped, her mouth going wide in shock at what I'd just said, and the way I'd let her see me looking at her. But she couldn't hide the happy twinkle in her eyes, nor the lovely blush in her cheeks that was suddenly much more pronounced than it had been a moment ago.
“Come on in,” I laughed at her reaction, opening the screen door for her as well. “It's too hot out there to leave you standing on the porch. Your parents actually named you and your sister Winter and Autumn?”
“And my littlest sister's Summer, and none of them are our fault!” she scowled cutely, coming inside and letting me close the door behind her. “My birthday's in January, Autumn's is in October, and Summer's is in July. Mom was totally born in the wrong decade—she should have been a hippy, for sure!”
“I remember your mom, from parent-teacher night,” I smirked. “You're not wrong.”
“Tell me about it!” she sighed dramatically, then smiled, holding up the little clipboard she was carrying. “So... do you know already what you want to order? Or do you want me to show you the options first?”
“Actually... those aren't the kind of 'cookie' I'm interested in, at the moment,” I grinned wickedly... as I stepped closer and reached in under her skirt, grabbing her hot little teenage pussy in the palm of my hand.
“Mr. H.!” she gasped, her big, beautiful blue eyes seeming to expand to nearly twice their previous size. “What are you doing!”
“Exactly what you invited me to do,” I purred, a wicked, predatory gleam in my eye, I was sure. I may have taken her by surprise... but she'd made no attempt to get away from me. Not that I'd have let her, if she'd tried. “Or did you think I was going to forget about those pictures you sent?” At least she'd had the sense to send them to my personal e-mail, not my school one. I still had no idea how she'd managed to track that one down... but I was definitely glad she had!
“You... you got those?” she stammered. I squeezed gently, and started to rub her through her soft little panties, her eyelids fluttering as she moaned. “You... you never said! You never reacted at all! Not to say you liked them... but not to get me in trouble for sending them to you, either! I thought I must have had the wrong e-mail, and you'd never seen them at all! I was so embarrassed, thinking some random pervert on the internet must have gotten them instead... That was why I stopped, and didn't send any more after that!”
“I couldn't very well respond, could I?” I asked her reasonably, continuing to play. “Not while you were still a student in my class. Even if I had wanted to get you in trouble for it... that would have been a whole, huge headache to deal with, which I absolutely did not need! Much easier to pretend I'd never received them. At least, as far as school administration or any of the other teachers was concerned!”
“So... you liked them, then?” she asked, cutely shy, nervously biting her lip as she waited for my response.
“What do you think?” I grinned, giving her a sudden slap on her pussy that made her squeak like an adorable, scared little mouse! I laughed, lifting my other hand to the back of her neck, pulling her roughly against me as I forced her into a firm, passionate kiss. She gasped, her entire body tensing for a moment... until she melted against my chest, her clipboard clattering to the ground at our feet, moaning as she pressed her long, sinuous tongue deeply into my mouth, trembling with undisguised, eager desire.
She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, running her fingers through my hair. I slid my hand slowly down the slender length of her neck, down her chest, to her amazing, heavy breast. God, I'd been dreaming about those tits for so long! About all of her, really... even before she'd sent me those pictures, and I'd learned she felt the same way about me. There wasn't a single bit of her that was anything less than phenomenal! But Winter, clearly, thought that her breasts were her best feature, and had highly emphasized them in the pictures she'd sent me, earning them a special place in my fantasies. I cupped her, lifting and squeezing, rubbing my thumb over the center of her breast, picturing the gorgeous, tiny pink nipple and areola I knew lay under her shirt and bra, so much smaller than I ever would have expected to see on tits that big. She moaned happily into my mouth, swirling her tongue with mine. I'd have quite happily stayed there for hours, doing nothing but kissing and playing, biding my time, letting the anticipation build. But when she started rocking her hips, grinding her hot little pussy against my hand, panting into my mouth... it was more temptation than I could withstand.
“On your knees, Cookie-girl!” I murmured into our kiss. “Time for you to earn that cock-sucking badge!”
She giggled against my lips, her eyes flashing with excitement, giving me one last firm, slow kiss. She lowered herself slowly, pressing her full, firm tits against me all the way down. She started eagerly on the fastenings of my jeans, as I stroked my fingers through her long, soft blonde hair. She got me undone, and worked her fingers in under the band at my hips, jeans and boxers both. She pulled them both down at once, gasping loudly as I sprang free, and she got her first proper look at me.
“Oh my God, Mr. H...” she gasped, tremulously taking me into her delicate, long-fingered hands, feeling my weight. “You're huge! There's no way this is ever going to fit inside me!” She shook her head, her stunning blue eyes wide with fear.
“Oh, it's going to fit alright, don't you worry about that,” I grinned down at her, gently stroking her cheek as I stepped out of my pants, quickly stripping out of my t-shirt as well. “It may hurt a little at first, until you get used to it... but pussies stretch, that's what they're made for. Trust me... we're definitely going to make it fit!” I fought back my laugh at her look of disbelief; she'd learn soon enough. “For now though... how about you show me what you can do with that pretty little mouth of yours, instead?”
She smiled shyly, and slowly leaned forward. She started with a tentative kiss on the tip, so soft I could barely even feel it, her eyes wide open and locked on mine. God, she was beautiful! I let her proceed at her own pace, not wanting to interfere, just encouragingly stroking my fingers through her hair. She took her time, kissing and licking, only slowing bringing me inside. She couldn't manage much of me, barely more than my thick, swollen head... but that was the most sensitive part anyways, and anything she was lacking in depth, she was more than making up for with enthusiasm. She sucked hard, swirling around me with her tongue, using her saliva as lube as she played with the rest of me with her hands. She seemed particularly fascinated with my balls, lifting and bouncing them, giggling happily around my crown as she played.
“Show me those tits, baby!” I moaned. She smiled back at me, never letting me out of her mouth, and started to lift her sash. “No, not like that!” I interrupted her, smiling and shaking my head. “You're my naughty little Cookie-girl, today... the uniform stays on! I just want you to show me your tits!”
She giggled again, nodding her understanding, and started undoing the buttons of her shirt. She opened them all the way down to her absolutely adorable little belly button—another of my favorite little bits of her, from the pictures she'd sent. She opened the lapels of her shirt for me, showing off her cute, lacy little white bra, covering just barely enough of her to hide her nipples, and displaying a truly phenomenal amount of firm, flawless cleavage. That was all I'd been expecting, but I guess when I'd told her to show me her tits, she'd really taken that command to heart. She reached inside, pushing her straps off her shoulders and out through the arm-holes of her shirt, before working her arms free one after another in that captivatingly fluid way all girls seem to learn some time in their teens. She twisted her bra around, undoing the clasp, pulling it out and tossing it aside. She opened her lapels again, arching her back, showing herself off for me, only the diagonal strap of her sash interfering with my view. But somehow... I found the partial obstruction even hotter than if I'd been able to see everything!
She started to play, lifting and squeezing her breasts for me as I watched, rubbing and pinching her tiny pink nipples. Her tits were so amazingly full and firm in her hands... I'd had some idea of that, from her pictures, but seeing her playing with them in real life was something else entirely. She moaned happily, her eyelids fluttering in pleasure at what she was doing to herself, but never once diverting her attention from the way she was sucking my cock.
“Come here, you!” I growled, grabbing her under her arms and yanking her up to her feet again. She squealed in surprise, gasping into my mouth as I resumed our kiss, moaning as my hands found her hot, naked tits, trembling as my fingers dug deeply into her firmly yielding flesh. Her hands blindly found my cock, stroking faster now than she had before, one above the other.
“Teach me, Mr. H.!” she breathed against my lips, a fearful tremor shaking her voice. “You're such a good teacher... Please, teach me how to take your cock!”
A predatory growl rose from my chest at her words, completely outside of my control. I swept her into my arms, making her squeak, and brought her over to my couch. I knelt her on the cushion, so she could brace her arms against the back, and lifted her skirt up onto her back; she was wearing the cutest, tiniest little white cotton panties, decorated with itty-bitty little pink hearts. I yanked them roughly down to her knees, making her gasp, as I dropped to the floor behind her. She had the most incredible, firm little round butt! I squeezed her tight in my hands, giving her a kiss and making her giggle, determined to show her that I thought her ass was every bit as amazing as her tits!
I backed away a little, looking lower; she was completely smooth, either shaved or waxed just that morning, I was sure. Her tiny, delicate inner lips glistened wetly with her arousal, clinging together tightly, no space visible between them. I leaned in for a long, slow lick, making her tremble and moan, testing her with the tip of my tongue, carefully easing her into opening for me.
“What a delicious little cookie you have, Cookie-girl!” I purred.
“You really think so, Mr. H.?” She asked, the insecurity clear in her voice. So I slapped her ass, both cheeks at once, making her squeal, and licked her again, much more intently than before, pushing my tongue inside her as far as I could reach, moaning loudly to make sure she knew how much I was enjoying her taste! She giggled then, wiggling herself happily side to side on my face.
She so was tiny, and tight... no wonder she didn't think I was going to fit! I wanted to devour that tiny, soft, pink little pussy... I wanted to make her howl and kick, forcing her to cum over and over again on my tongue until she begged me to stop... and then to keep going anyways, until she no longer had the strength left to fight! But that wasn't what she'd asked for, nor was it what I wanted most at the moment. Right now... right now, I needed to make her mine!
I stood again, one hand on her small, athletic little ass, the other guiding my cock. I found my mark and started to rub, using just the tiniest bit of pressure, gently teasing her open. I noticed then that she was still wearing her cute little pink sneakers; I'd forgotten to get her out of them, before I'd carried her to my couch. Normally I didn't like that look, when I saw it in porn. I didn't have a foot fetish or anything, but for some reason seeing a girl still wearing sneakers while she was getting fucked had always just rubbed me the wrong way. I didn't feel the same way about heels, and I wasn't sure why... But whatever, that was neither here nor there. And anyways, seeing Winter in her sneakers... I guess seeing it in real life was different than seeing it in porn. Somehow, it was reinforcing the idea of her being so young, and innocent, hitting buttons in my brain I hadn't even known were there; whatever the reason behind it, it was really, really working for me! She twisted around at her waist, biting her lip as she looked back at me, bringing me out of my contemplation of her footwear. I smiled and patted her ass, reassuring her with my eyes. She gulped, but eagerly nodded her head; there was no denying that she was scared of my size, but she obviously wanted this every bit as much as I did.
I went as slowly and gently as I could; it still wasn't enough to prevent her tears. It got better once I actually had my head fully inside, and the pleasure of my careful stroking could start counteracting her pain. By the time I was a little over half-way in, you'd never have known it had ever been a struggle; she was moaning happily, arching her back and rocking herself to meet me, my hands gripping her tits like handles, pulling her back against my thrusts.
She came for me then, squealing and shaking, her tiny little pussy tightening around me like a velvet-soft vice. I couldn't be certain, but I think it may have hit her more suddenly than she'd been expecting, taking her by surprise. I gentled my thrusts, not sure how her clenching little walls would react to continued invasion, and unwilling to risk hurting her again. She hung her head and panted for a while after she'd finished, then turned to look at me again, giggling, and wiping a lock of sweat-dampened hair out of her eyes. She leaned forward into the back of the couch, until only my head was still held between her lips. Then she threw herself backwards, hard! She squealed and shook—she'd misjudged her distance, or maybe she'd gotten a little too enthusiastic and confident, and had given herself a full extra inch that she hadn't been taking before! I cooed to her, comforting her with my hands softly stroking her breasts as she tried to let herself adjust.
“Oops!” she finally giggled, smiling shyly, and making me laugh. I pinched her nipples for her, making her squeak, and she joined in my laughter as we started up again. And the next time I made her cum for me... I didn't let up at all!
The last couple of inches became difficult again, as I'd expected they would; stretching in diameter was one thing, but in my experience women found stretching lengthwise to be quite a bit harder. But lucky for me, by that point she was even more determined than I was. And once she finally managed it, taking me all the way inside, the look of pure pride and joy she gave me at her accomplishment more than made up for any guilt I'd had from hurting her along the way. It wasn't much longer before I felt the pressure of my own impending orgasm starting to rise.
“God, you have such a hot, tight little cookie!” I said growled playfully.
“Thank you, Mr. H.!” she giggled happily at my praise.
“Such a good, good little cookie...” I moaned. “All it needs... is some extra cream! Don't you think?”
“Oh!” she gasped, twisting around to look at me again, her eyes going wide as she realized what I meant. “Umm...” Her cheeks were exploding in a massive pink blush as I watched, far more than any I'd seen from her so far. “Yes, Mr. H.... Please, give my cookie your cream!”
“Ohhh, I like the sound of that, Cookie-girl!” I growled, sliding my hands down from her tits to her hips, giving myself a better grip for what I knew would be happening soon. “Let me hear you beg for it! Tell me how much you want it... Tell me how much you want me to make you mine!”
“I do, Mr. H.! I do!” she trembled, gasping out the words. I was really pounding her hard and fast now, the sound of my hips slapping her ass echoing throughout the room, every thrust of my cock forcing an involuntary burst of air from her lungs. “Please Mr. H.... make me yours! I want that so, so much! I want you to fill me up! I want you to take my tiny little teenage cookie, and fill it up with your cream! Take me! Claim me! Make me yours! I'll be yours forever Mr. H., I swear! I'll be your good little Cookie-girl cum-dump, and you can have me any time, and any way that you like! Please, please, pleeease Mr. H.! Please, fill my cookie with your cream, and make me yours!”
“Oh, take it, Cookie-girl!” I grunted, the wild, desperate need in her voice rocketing me over the edge. “Take my fucking cream!” I slammed into her hard, as deep as I could reach, right up against her vulnerable, inner-most wall. I gave her everything I had, my cock twitching almost painfully with the force of my release, filling her, flooding her, just like she'd asked!
“Eeeeeee!” she squealed, her entire body trembling as the feeling of that huge, hot burst deep within her brought her instantly along with me. Her voice rose so high in pitch as she trailed off into silence, I wasn't sure if she'd just run out of air, or if she'd gone so high that my ears just couldn't hear her anymore. But finally she started breathing again; huge racking gasps that seemed to require the help of her entire body to force the air in and out. I wasn't doing much better, supporting myself with my hands on her cute little ass as I tried to regain my bearings. I waited until we'd both mostly recovered first, then slid my hands back up to her tits, pulling her up to press her back against my chest, my spent and extra-sensitive cock still lodged deeply up inside of her.
“God, Winter... you are amazing!” I moaned, bending to kiss her neck. “Absolutely incredible!”
“Mmmm...” she purred with exhausted, satiated pleasure, tilting her head to give me better access to her neck, laying her arms on top of mine, softly stroking her hands as I gently cupped and fondled her breasts. “You too, Mr. H.!” She murmured sleepily. “I am so, so happy now that I waited, for you to be my first!”
“Your first?” I gasped, my body freezing in shock. “Winter... did I just take your virginity?”
“Umm...” she didn't answer, but from the suddenly nervous look in her eye, and the way she was biting her lip... I knew.
“Oh my God... Winter... why didn't you tell me?”
“I...” she chewed her lip for a moment, shyly hanging her head. “I was scared.”
“Scared?” I repeated, a deep, horribly pit opening wide inside of me. “Scared... of me?” Oh, God... had she only done this because she'd been scared to say 'no' to me? Oh, God...
“No! Not that!” She exclaimed, vigorously shaking her head. “Never that!” her voice quieted. “I was scared... scared you wouldn't want me, if you knew.”
“Oh, sweetie...” I sighed, an enormous wave of relief washing through me, making me chuckle. “Winter... if you think for one moment that you being a virgin would have made me want you less... then you really, really don't know men!”
“Really?” she said, giggling shyly. “You... you aren't upset that I lied?”
“First of all, you didn't lie. You just didn't volunteer information, is all... if I wanted to know, then that's my fault, that I didn't ask,” I smiled, softly kissing her cheek. “I made an assumption about you, based on the pictures you sent me... but that's on me, not on you. So no, I'm not upset. I just wish that you'd told me, so I'd have known to be more gentle with you, and not to be so rough!”
“In that case... I'm glad I didn't tell you,” she giggled, smiling guiltily. “What you did to me, how you did it... this was absolutely perfect, Mr. H.! Even better than I imagined it would be! I wouldn't change one single thing!”
“You're sure?” I had to ask. “Even when it hurt?”
“Have you even seen the size of your cock?” she laughed, shaking her head. “That was going to hurt me no matter what! But you were slow, and gentle... whether you knew I was a virgin or not, you were still careful with me. I know you didn't hurt me any more than you had to, to get it inside! And once it was actually in there... a little bit of pain is a small price to pay for that much pleasure, believe me!”
“Well... just as long as you're sure,” I chuckled along with her, squeezing her tighter in my arms and kissing her cheek again. Until a sudden thought froze the blood in my veins, making me gasp. “Winter... if you were a virgin before this... are you on birth control?” I'd assumed, if she was going to let me cum in her... but I'd just had proof of how reliable my assumptions were, when it came to her.
“Umm...” she bit her lip, and slowly, guiltily shook her head.
“Oh, shit...” I swore. “Well... I guess we'll be going to get you a morning-after pill before I send you home, won't we?”
“Oh...” she said, frowning sadly.
“Winter? What's wrong?” I kissed her cheek again.
“I meant what I said,” she whispered, so quiet I could barely even hear her.
“When you said... what, sweetie?” I shook my head. “Help me understand.”
“I wouldn't have said it, if I didn't mean it.” I could see the tears brimming in her eyes. “I thought that's what you wanted, too.”
“Winter, I—” But then I got it, my eyes going wide as I understood. “You want to be mine... that's what you mean, isn't it? You... you want me to get you pregnant? But Winter... we hardly even know each other!”
“Don't we?” she asked, the tears finally breaking free, tumbling down her cheeks. “Four years, Mr. H.... I've been in your class for four years, more than an hour every day. How many dates would that much time work out to be, if we figured out the math? Maybe I don't know the small stuff yet... all the little small-talk things that people tell each other on dates. But I know the important things... I know who you are! You've shown me, every single day in class. I'm in love with you, Mr. H.! I've been in love with you! Do you really think I'm the type of girl who would have sent you those pictures of me, if I wasn't?”
“Winter, I...” I trailed off, at a complete loss for words, my thoughts whirling a million miles a minute through my mind. “Oh, Fuck it! Winter, I'm in love with you too, God damn it!”
“You are?” she gasped, twisting in my arms until she could see my eyes.
“Of course I am!” I growled with exasperation. “You think I just fuck every random girl who comes knocking on my door? When they're still a student at my own school? Winter, I've been completely, hopelessly obsessed with you since... Hell, it's probably better that I never admit how long, even to you! Since long before you sent me those pictures, I'll tell you that much! Long before you grew these!” I tightened my grip on her tits, jiggling them forcefully, making her gasp.
“Really?” She quickly wiped the tears from her eyes. “You swear? You're really in love with me too?”
I kissed her, hard, full on her lips. It was a little bit awkward, doing it over her shoulder like that. But by the time we finished, panting for breath, neither of us had any doubt whatsoever about how the other one felt.
“It's only a couple of months until graduation, you know,” she purred, settling happily back into my arms. “Even if you knocked me up today, which is pretty unlikely, I still wouldn't even be showing yet by the time I walked across the stage. Nobody would ever need to know... not until you have me move in, and we start telling people.”
“You really are going to be the death of me, aren't you?” I chuckled, kissing her cheek.
“Probably!” she giggled teasingly. “But not for years and years yet! I expect to get decades of use out of this cock, before we finally fuck ourselves to death in a blaze of glory, and we die of simultaneous heart attacks!”
“Brat!” I laughed, pinching her nipples again, making her squeak.
“Quit that!” she said, reaching back to smack my hip. But from the huge, happy smile on her face as she did it, I knew she didn't mean it.
I finally softened enough to fall out of her then, and the adorable moue of disappointment and loss on her face as it happened made me fall in love with her all over again.
“Wait right here... don't move a muscle!” I told her. She looked at me doubtfully, but despite her teasing and playful naughtiness, I knew she was an obedient little girl at heart. I darted off to my bedroom, returning with my cellphone in hand. “A new addition for our photo album,” I winked at her, making her laugh. She leaned forward again, twisting and arching her back, one hand on her ass, the better to show off her cummy little cookie for me. I took several shots, from different positions and distances. She rolled to her back once I was finished, cutely fluttering her sneaker-clad little feet in the air, fluttering her eyelashes at me until I figured out what she wanted, and freed her the rest of the way from her panties. She spread her long, amazingly slender legs wide open into splits, displaying a flexibility I'd never known she had, and which I was very much looking forward to exploring the possibilities of. She fully opened the lapels of her shirt, carefully arranging her sash to lay artfully down her cleavage, before squeezing her tits together with her hands, and blowing kisses into the camera for me. I took even more pictures of her like that! I helped her back to her feet, and we shared another long, passionate kiss.
“You can have these back when you come over tomorrow after school,” I grinned, reaching down to the floor, and standing back up with her bra and panties dangling teasingly off my finger.
“The bra, I'll take,” she laughed sweetly. “I don't have so many that fit me properly that I can afford to lose that one. But the panties... those, you can keep. Consider them a trophy of your conquest!”
“I'll have them mounted behind glass, and hang them in the living room,” I teased her back.
“Hang them wherever you like!” she laughed again. “Just as long as you promise to keep 'mounting' me, every chance we get!”
“Count on it, Cookie-girl!” I nipped playfully at her lip, making her squeal, before kissing her again.
“You know... I think it really is time you told me your first name. Considering I already have your cum inside me, and all,” she purred into my lips, and I considered it a moment.
“Not yet,” I decided. “Not until after you graduate. The last thing we need is for you to get used to calling me by name, and for you to do it by accident at school where somebody can overhear you.” I grinned, grabbing her ass through her skirt. “Besides which... I'm really getting a kick out of hearing you call me 'Mr. H.' while I have my cock inside you! I don't think I'd ready to give that up quite yet!”
“Dirty old man!” she accused with a laugh, shaking her ass in my hands, before shyly lowering her eyes. “But honestly... I like it, too. It makes me feel so naughty, and submissive... so owned!” She shivered with obvious arousal. “Even once we're living together, I'm pretty sure 'Mr. H.' will be making very regular appearances!”
“Good to know!” I laughed, and kissed her again.
Regretfully, we both knew we were already pushing our luck, and it was time for me to let her go; her mom knew which houses she'd been planning to visit, and how much time it should have taken her to do so. Even skipping the rest and rushing straight back home, she'd still be cutting it close. I did up the buttons of her shirt for her, taking only a little bit of time to caress and play, and to appreciate the way her tiny pink nipples were standing out so firmly against the thin, white fabric. I knew it was a risk, sending her home without her bra and panties... but it was one I couldn't make myself not take.
“Give me a half hour to get home after school tomorrow, before you come over,” I told her between kisses. “Coming and going shouldn't be much of a problem. But if the neighbors see you standing out on my porch waiting for me, that's when they'll start wondering what you're doing, and why.”
“Okay,” she agreed, though she was purring against my lips so much I wasn't sure she was actually paying attention. I forced myself to step away from her, and handed her her clipboard. She didn't ask me again if I wanted to buy any cookies from her, and I was glad. I was partial to Thin Mints, actually... but even if neither of us had meant it that way, adding money into the equation of what we had... it risked making it feel transactional, like I'd have been paying her for sex. She was so much more to me than that! I'd buy some from her in a week or so, once it was unambiguously clear to us both that I was doing it to help her sister beat that little bully of hers, not in exchange for anything Winter was doing for me.
“Oh, and Winter...” I said, as her hand was on the doorknob. She turned back to me with a question in her eyes. “Tomorrow... wear your volleyball uniform, no bra or panties underneath. And do your hair up in pigtails for me.”
“Yes, Mr. H.!” she moaned breathily, trembling in sudden arousal at being ordered just what to do to please me. I grinned wickedly, and kissed her again. I'd been pretty sure I'd been picking up that vibe... but it was good to have confirmation.
We broke our kiss and I opened the door for her, staying back out of sight since I was still walking around naked. But just before she stepped out of reach, I gave her quick, solid pinch on her ass through her skirt, making her squeak! She laughed, reaching back to exaggeratedly rub her butt as she walked away... then flipped the back of her skirt up into the air as she reached the sidewalk, flashing me her gorgeous, naked little ass before turning and proceeding on her way.
I watched until she was completely out of my sight before closing my door, imagining my hot, sticky cum slowly leaking out of her pussy and down onto her thighs under her skirt as she walked home. I silently shook my head at myself, hardly able to believe what had just happened, much less what was going to happen, over the next weeks, months, and years. She'd been my private, dirty little fantasy... far too good to be true. Even after she'd sent me those pictures, I could never quite bring myself to believe it was ever going to happen for real. Only now it had... and my mind was still trying to convince itself it was true.
I debated trying to go back to my book again... but I knew I'd just end up re-reading the same paragraph over and over, absorbing nothing, thoughts of my sexy little Cookie-girl filling my mind. I ended up at my computer instead. 'Custom Girl Scout Badges' I typed in, clicking on a link... Reasonably priced, I was surprised to see; I'd happily have paid ten times that much. The first two were easy; a pair of ruby-red lips, pursed in a kiss, for her blow-job badge, and a slice of pie with a dollop of whipped cream on top, to represent the cream-pie she'd just taken. Neither took more than a minute of searching before I found images suitable to upload to the ordering site. The next one was harder, and required some judicious image-editing before I was satisfied; a lovely, round little cartoon butt, seen from the quarter-rear view and shown from midriff to upper thighs, wearing a black garter belt and stockings but no panties. I wasn't sure how long it would be until she'd be ready to try anal with me... but I knew neither of us would be able to deny ourselves indefinitely, and I wanted to have the badge ready to surprise her with after we did.
I input my address and credit card, and placed my order, a huge, wicked smile on my face the entire time. A shower was definitely next on my list, I decided. I had limited hope of it being able to clear my mind, but I'd worked up quite a sweat fucking her, and that, at least, the shower could take care of. I stepped into the shower, letting the water pour down onto my neck and back. I looked down...
“You... you have to wait until tomorrow, now!” I laughed, shaking my head. My cock clearly had other ideas, fully recovered now and eager to go. But I was standing firm—no pun intended! Winter deserved me at my best, and that meant no wasting cum down the drain, when I could be saving it up for her, and pumping it into that glorious little teenage fuck-hole of hers, instead!
“Just a few more months,” I told myself with a grin. I wasn't one of those guys who made a habit of speaking to his own dick... but the bright, burning joy Winter had placed in my heart was making me feel whimsical. “We've waited for how long, now, without getting to have her at all? We can certainly last a few more months getting her only once a day, until she can move in!” I tried turning down the temperature, until I was shivering under the spray... not even that worked, I was still as hard as ever. I heard the sound of a text from my phone in my bedroom, and took that as a sign it was time to get out. I dried off quickly, and went to go check.
“Now how did you get this number?” I asked myself with a smirk, only now realizing I'd been so distracted playing with her that I'd forgotten to give it to her when she'd left. Winter could barely write an essay to save her life... but she clearly had other gifts, beyond just the physical ones I was so smitten by. If she'd figured out my number... I figured the odds of her not having found my name as well were just about zero. But I liked that she'd decided not to use it, until I gave it to her myself.
'Just found out, M/D having date-night,' she'd written. 'Told had study-group, and that A old enough to watch S now. Can be there 7ish?'
I was about to text back... when I decided I had a better response I could send.
'Put that thing away! Lol! You have permit for that weapon?'
I thought about that for a moment.
'Can't put it away—my holster doesn't get here until seven!'
'Hah! Have to stop texting now, Mom going to see big stupid smile and know something up. See you 7! Love you!!!'
'Love you too, gorgeous! Before you go... should I make supper for us, or will you eat before you come over?'
'Will eat here. When there... eat [eggplant emoji] instead! Now gtg.'
I laughed, sent her a kiss emoji, and plugged my phone in to charge.
“You're definitely going to make life interesting, aren't you, my little Cookie-girl?” I chuckled to myself and shook my head.
Maybe others would think what I was doing was wrong... But thinking of her radiant smile, her bright, beautiful blue eyes, her amazing, sexy body... and above all, the incredible love, passion, and desire I could feel behind every one of her kisses... I didn't care what anyone else thought anymore! She was mine, and I was hers, and that was the only thing that mattered! She was a shining light, bright and beautiful; not just her body, but right down to her soul! I didn't know what quirk of fate had brought us together... causing an attraction as invisible and inexorable as gravity, binding us in hopeless, blinding love even before either one of us had had the slightest inkling that the other one had been feeling the same! I just knew that she was mine, and I was hers... and that come what may, whatever surprises or challenges life with her might bring... I was never, ever going to let her go!