Message-ID: <19682eli$9902050439@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: ArtaDeux@aol.com Subject: {NEW}Kristianna Moves Away(3/?) (mf,teen,first) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: The following work contains sexually explicit language and may contain graphic descriptions of various sex acts. If you are not 18 years of age, or this sort of thing is prohibitted in your town, city, county, state, country, province, or erotica is offensive to you, STOP READING. I, the author give permission for this work to be posted and archived on ASSM and ASS, according to their standards and welcome reviewer's (Celestial and Annex) comments. This work may not be posted either whole or in part to any pay sites or reproduced for profit, other than for the author's own monetary benefit. If you have a personal comment, please feel free to e-mail me at 'Art_aDeux@AOL.com'. I will only respond to nice people with valid critiques and suggestions so don't bother e-mailing me if you're going to be a jerk. Copyright 1999 Art_aDeux@AOL.com (Sasha) Kristianna Moves Away I wouldn't say it was love that kept me with Chris. I took a lot of teasing over it from my peers. You know, pretty girl, slightly nerdy by virtue of participation in school bands, but still and eighth grader, dating a seventh grader who looked like he was 9 instead of verging on 12. We were actually closer in age than most people suspected since I had just turned 12. We continued to date for a wihle, but peer pressure finally won out. As a good-bye present to him I decided to give him my virginity. His parents were gone for the weekend and I snuck out of the house on the pretense of a Saturday band practice. Chris's brother (I can't remember his name now) was having a party. When I got there, a bunch of high schoolers were sneering at Chris and telling him to get out of the party area. He gladly obliged with me in hand and we wove our way through the living room filled with semi-drunk teenagers watching Mr. P.'s porn videos. I gaped a bit as I looked over my shoulder and glimpsed the penetration scene as we exited into the hallway. Once in Chris's room we fell to his bed and started making out. He had his hand up my shirt and I was starting to unbutton his jeans when his asshole brother opened the door. "Hey jerkwad," he sneered, "If you're going to fuck her, use this." He tossed a foil wrapped condom in our direction as his friends started laughing boisterously in the background. Obviously none of them figured anything like that was ever going to happen to Chris. I was mortified, but slightly relieved. I hadn't thought about protection and I wasn't sure if Chris had either. I was wrong. "Good!" Chris said as he sat up. "Now I don't have to use one of mine! Do you know how hard it is to get a condom when you look as young as I do?" I shook my head with a smile on my face. Cute, angelic looking Chris. Pop sure he was going to get a piece of my ass had prepared. He pulled out a box of Trojans. Lubricated with reservoir tip. We burst out laughing. I took his hand, pulled him close to the bed and started to take his clothes off. I marveled in the softness of his skin. He was so white. He wasn't soft in the sense of having no muscles. Actually, he was very well proportioned. If you discounted the size of his penis in relation to the rest of him. He had started to work out with his brother's weights and there was a nice fit look to him. I caressed his already hard cock and asked him how long it was. He shrugged and said sheepishly that the last time he'd measured , it was seven inches. We dug around the room and located the tape and I did the measuring this time. I came up with seven and a half and he looked a little smug. He took my shirt off , then my bra, and I sat there on his bed for a second feeling scared. Self conscious of my boobs sticking out maybe. I don't know. Then I leaned forward and took his dick in my mouth and started sucking. I relished the feel of him in my mouth, and swirling my tongue around the top, I dipped my head to take him all the way into my throat. The deepr I got, the more he sighed. My pussy was starting to dampen my panties and my clitoris ached to be touched. He pushed me away from his cock and grabbed it hard, squeezing the head. I thought he was going to cumm, or maybe that I had hurt him somehow. I wasn't really sure which. He climbed into bed next to me and started to rub between my legs. Chris knew I was a virgin, but I know he hadn't counted on me being so hot for him. In a flash I had my jeans off and lay next to him naked. He looked startled. We touched each other almost reverently. It was the first time either one of us had seen the other fully nude. Looking back, I'm amazed at the control he had sexually speaking. I've been with men in their thirties and forties who weren't as considerate a lover as Chris was at 11. He rolled over on top of me, just like we did when we'd make out before, only this time there were no clothes between us. His hairless chest touched my breasts and when he kissed me, I could hardly breathe for the excitement of the moment. We kissed for a long time, just enjoying the feel of each other while he twirled my long hair in his fingers. Then he moved to the side and started to probe my sensitive pussy with his fingers. He was slow in his exploration and although he was easily able to find the tender spots that made me turn to liquid inside, I knew this was the first time he'd been with any girl like this. His dick twitched against my leg and he told me he couldn't wait much longer. I spread my leg as he knelt between them, condom in hand. The foil wrapper was a whole other story. After the first few tugs on the thing, without any success, he grinned stupidly at me and asked hopefully if I wasn't on the pill or something. "No!" I giggled, then more soberly, "And just how do you think Lila would react if she found something like that in my room? Or do you think I should just tell her that I need to go on the pill?" His smile faded. "Here, let me," I said and used my teeth to tear the pesky package open. That done, I held the slippery roll of rubber uncertainly in my hand. "Now what?" I asked. He snatched it from my fingers and warned me not to laugh as he began to unfurl it onto his erect penis. I watched, facinated. His slim fingers smoothed it down the length of his cock and then he was bending forward towards me, latex encased penis bobbing between us. We kissed again and he rested the head of his dick against my slick opening. It felt good. Like when I touched myself there. He moved forward a little and I could feel my pussy lips stretching to accommmodate him. It still felt good. Even though I'd read that losing one's virginity would be painful, this wasn't fitting the bill. He kept pressing into me with short little strokes, easing me open until he reached my hymen. Now I was feeling a little more trepidation and tensed as he drew back for what would be the final thrust. The door to his bedroom was flung open and his brother was yelling his head off. Chris fell forward in a vain effort to cover our nudity. The angle was wrong and the head of his dick bumped my perineum a little painfully. "Get the fuck off her you dildo!" His brother screamed, "Mom and Dad are on their way home right now! Jeff just called from the video store to tell me. You've gotta get her out of here and help me clean up or we're both fucked beyond anything we can imagine." Chris's cock wilted. I scrambled for my clothes. I asked perfunctorily whether I should stay and help clean up, but he said no way. His parents were going to have a fit and he didn't want me anywhere near the house. I said that I understood and rushed for the door. I turned around when I saw his parents walking up the step and raced for the back door. I let myself out of the sliding glass doors onto the deck and snuck around to the front, missing them by momets. I walked home thinking about how close I had come to not being a virgin. My pussy still ached. Half from desire and half from his partial penetration of me. When I got home, Lila quizzed me as to where I had been. I told her band practice. She told me I was lying. I guess she'd called the school and found out there hadn't been a soul there. So, I told her I'd been walking around the park next to the school. "That's not a capital crime is it?" I asked angrily. She then asked whether I'd been over to Chris's house. I lied. "Of course not! What makes you think that?" My heart hammered. I guess Mrs. P. had called Lila and asked about me, suspecting that her little angel wasn't all that angelic after all. Lila looked at me critically. I shuttered my expression, afraid she could tell what I'd been up to. "I don't want you hanging around that boy anymore, he's trouble", she proclaimed. I burst into tears. It wasn't really about Chris. Heck, although I had been about to give up my virginity to him, I was going to break up to him too. I still liked him though. A lot, actually. Especially after today and how sweet he had been. But this was about power. My great-grandmother Lila had to have all the power. Nothing could happen unless she said so. And she hadn't said I could kiss Chris, or play petting games with him, or anything. She certainly hadn't told me I could go to bed with him. All the anger came out at once. "Fuck you!" I shouted as I ran to my room. "Fuck you and damn you to hell you rotting bitch!" More costier words I don't think I"ve spoken since. My mother, who lived on the other side of town came and got me the next day. Mom didn't see the welts on my back and my hair was so thick that she couldn't see the chunks that were pulled out. All she saw was her opportunity to get her beloved daughter away from Lila. And my tear-swollen eyes. "It's okay", she whispered as we packed my clothes. Everything else stayed. No books, no toys, no trinkets. All those things I'd thought were mine were really Lila's. And I couldn't have them. No siree. 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