Message-ID: <20148eli$9902220639@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: azil@my-dejanews.com Subject: {ASSM} Repost: My Reward Ch19 (MC, Mf16) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d 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: <7aper6$53q$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> My Reward By Azil Copyright 1998-99 Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction. No character is meant to resemble any specific person, living or dead. Sexual actions of various types will be depicted in this story. This does not mean that the author approves of these actions, has ever performed any of them, or would perform them if given the opportunity. (Nor does it mean that he doesn't, hasn't, and/or wouldn't). This is inappropriate reading material for minors. In many jurisdictions it may be illegal for minors to read it, or for adults to make it available for minors to read. The author urges you not to disobey these laws. Even if it isn't illegal where you are, keep it away from kids anyway. CHAPTER 19: LUCKY AGAIN AT 7-11 Instead of heading back to the hotel, I decided to just drive around for a while, and eventually found myself passing the same 7-11 where I had picked up Lisa -- the first girl I fucked with the power Reward gave me. It had been less than two months. I stopped in to get a Pepsi. As I joined the checkout line, I noticed a girl getting into the line behind me -- I recognized her as Ashley Benedict, a friend of my daughter, Sarah. I guess I stared at her for a second trying to place her (not because she's a pretty girl, of course), but I got caught at it. She stared back, then smiled at me. "I'm sorry," I said as I paid, a bit embarrassed, "for a second I thought you were someone else." "That's okay," she replied, with another smile -- a very pretty one, I thought. As I was getting in the car, Ashley came out of the store. Now she was the one staring a bit. "Nice car," she said finally, taking a sip of her Diet Coke. I wonder, I said to myself. I wonder. A friend of Sarah's. But, on the other hand, a rather cute friend of Sarah's, and one who was obviously interested -- she'd need only a bit of a push by Reward to drop her into my lap (or wherever else I wanted her). An aside here: I'd been finding that I enjoyed two types of arrangements as variations. I enjoyed using Reward to force my way into situations where there was no way I would normally have sex -- as with the little redhead at ASU that I just described. But I also enjoyed situations where the sex flowed more or less naturally, with only a bit of help from Reward - mostly in the set-up. Both were fun, and this looked like an opportunity for some "natural" sex (or as natural as it could be, considering that it wasn't me). "Thanks," I replied, having Reward cover the long pause while I thought things over. "I just got it -- I'm taking it for my first drive." "Cool," she said, touching the hood tentatively. "Would you like to help me try it out?" I asked. "Oh gee, I don't think so," she said hesitantly, looking over at the family minivan parked next to me. "Come on," I smiled at her, "we don't have to be gone long. It would be really nice to have somebody share the test drive with me." I had Reward check her mind for me -- her mother was waiting for her at home, if she was gone much longer, she was afraid she'd be grounded. I had Reward strike that thought, and also square things with Ashley's mom. "Sure," she said with that lovely smile, "as long as we're not gone too long." She opened the car door and sat beside me. As we drove around, she began asking the inevitable getting-acquainted questions. How old was I? Twenty-two, I answered, how old was she? Eighteen, she lied -- I knew she was in the same class as Sarah, who had just turned sixteen -- she might be seventeen if she had an early birthday or had flunked a grade or something. It was a lie that didn't surprise me however. She added that she had just graduated from high school (she was entering her junior year). She asked how I could afford such a cool car. I gave her my biotech bull, and she bought it, not asking for any details. She seemed to be very impressed by it. She asked me if I'd attended ASU -- I wasn't ready for the question, but said no, I was from UCLA. She asked why I was in Phoenix, and I replied that I was thinking of locating my new company here. She seemed to be out of questions, and I was feeling pretty comfortable about my ability to flesh out my story as needed. We talked about college, since she claimed to be starting in the fall, and about other things, as she tried to impress me with her maturity and sophistication. I was really enjoying the banter, Ashley's personality (even with all the affectations), and especially the insight into a side of teenage girls that teenage girls keep carefully hidden from their fathers. I was also enjoying looking at Ashley, who had a cute pixieish face, framed in short brownish-blond hair, and a lovely little dimple on her left cheek, as well as the aforementioned smile. She was medium height, rather slender, a nice butt, but nearly flat-chested -- something that I knew some of the kids teased her about. Given the predilections of teen boys, this kept her from being among the most popular girls in the school. Today she was wearing sandals, shorts, and a sleeveless white blouse. Nothing special, but then she had only been out for a trip to the 7-11 -- she hadn't known she was going to meet the guy of her dreams. We were coming back toward the 7-11 now, but I took a route that would lead us past her house. I told Reward to have Ashley's mother suddenly remember an errand that she had to take care of right away. I also had Ashley suddenly realize that she needed to stop by her house. "Omigosh," she burst out suddenly, "Tom, I just realized, I was supposed to return some tapes - if we get any more late fees my dad will kill me." Her attempts at being grown-up disappeared in light of this looming disaster. She pointed to the street coming up. "Turn here - this is where I live." I turned and pulled into the driveway she indicated. Reward told her her mother wasn't home, so she didn't need to worry about anyone seeing a stranger bringing her home. I also told Reward slow down time as we entered the house. When she got out, she had probably expected me to wait for her in the car, but of course I didn't. I followed her into the family room, where she picked some tapes off the TV. When she turned around, I was behind her. I put my arms around her and pulled her close to me and kissed her tenderly. She returned the kiss briefly. When she tried to pull away though, I continued to hold her. "Oh Tom, I don't think we should," she said with a worried glance around her. "Why not, there's no one here," I answered, kissing her again, a little harder this time, though still not using my tongue. I had Reward send heat waves through her vagina. She kissed me hard, her hands stroking my back. But then again she tried to break away. "My mother will be back soon," she said, trying to slow down a situation where she knew she was losing control. "No, she won't," I answered, kissing her more strongly still, and beginning to slide my tongue between her lips. My hands had been on the small of her back, but one now began to drift down toward her ass. She believed me of course when I told her her mother wasn't returning soon, because Reward told her to believe it. Nonetheless, again she turned her head from me. "I'm . . . we're going too fast." I kissed her forehead and said, "I love you, Ashley." That did it. She looked me in the eyes and said with all the intensity of a teenaged girl, "I love you, Tom." Then she kissed me, opening her lips to allow entry to my tongue. I explored her mouth as my hands dropped to her ass, stroking it, then cupping each cheek and pulling her crotch against mine, as I pressed my hard cock against her. Reward had heightened her sensitivity so that she shuddered with passion as she felt me press against her. She pressed back, and shuddered again as one of my hands slid under the waist of her shorts and caressed the bare flesh of her ass. Now when she broke away from the kiss, it was so she could breathe more deeply with the passion she was feeling. She kissed my neck with little pecks and bites and chewed my ear. One hand was under her blouse, and had unhooked her bra, and now I withdrew the hand from her ass and quickly pulled off her blouse and bra. I could see an apprehensive look in her eye - she probably had seen a teenage boy or two who had been disappointed at this sight. "They're very small," she said tentatively. "They're beautiful," I said, putting my hand on one of her tiny breasts. "You're beautiful." I kissed her, and she moaned softly as I played with the nipple, again as I lowered my head to her breast and licked at it, then sucked it in. As my hands returned to her ass and began to lower her shorts, she said, "Let's go to my room." Then she took my hand and led me through the house to her bedroom. It was very much a teenaged girl's room -- four-poster bed (unmade) with frilly cover, pastel walls, a bulletin board with awards (academic), friends' pictures, and a program from a school play. And most of all, mess -- clothes all over the floor, hung on chairs, and draped over the foot of the bed, candy wrappers on the floor, a couple Diet Coke cans, a bag from McDonalds. "I haven't straightened it up lately," she said in an understatement that almost had me laughing out loud. But I wasn't here to critique her housekeeping. I took her in my arms and held her close, then kissed her forehead. She sighed and wiggled tighter in my arms, nestling her head under my chin. We stayed that way for a while, my hands gently rubbing her bare back, but not going anywhere sensitive -- it seemed she wanted a little cuddling before we moved on to heavier stuff. I was enjoying it too. At last she spoke, without looking at me. "Tom, this isn't just a one-time thing, is it?" I started to answer, but she looked up and placed a finger on my lips. "Don't answer -- it's a dumb question. Either way, you'd say it isn't." She hesitated. "It's just that, well, you're not a school kid or anything, and you've got a business, and you live in California . . . ." Her voice trailed off. "You're right, any guy would say it's not a one-timer regardless," I answered, after a pause. "But you're wrong -- it's not a dumb question. I don't know if my business will work out, or the deal here in Phoenix will work out." I shrugged. "Neither of us knows how things will go long-term. All I can say is that I'm happy to be here with you right now, and I hope we'll be together again -- and often." I lifted her chin to kiss her. Meanwhile, Reward told me what the problem was. Ashley had had one sexual experience, a quick backseat fuck with a boy from her school after the Homecoming dance the previous fall. He had never called her again and avoided her at school. I had Reward reassure her that Tom O'Malley wouldn't do that. I also briefly considered making the guy's dick fall off, She kissed me back, and didn't say anything more. Her hands dropped to my zipper and she awkwardly lowered it, putting her hands in my pants to fondle my cock and balls through my underwear. As her hands went into the underwear, I pulled off my shirt. When my pants had dropped to the floor, I felt her little hand on my cock. She looked up at me with a nervous smile. "It's . . . big," she said. "Yes, it is," I replied. "Does it scare you?" "No," she answered quickly. "Well . . . yes, a little," she amended. "Don't worry," I answered with a soft kiss on her lips, "I won't hurt you. We'll go as slow as you want." She snuggled against me again. "I feel so good with you," she said softly. "I know I can trust you." Then her hand went down to my cock again. "Tom," a very serious look, "do you want me to, uh, you know . . . suck on it?" I almost laughed at her seriousness, but managed to keep a straight face. "Not now," I said. "When you're ready." She turned to lead me to her bed. I saw our reflection in the big mirror above the dresser on the other side of the bed, and I suddenly knew a game we could play. I reached around her waist and stepped behind her, holding her close with both of us facing the mirror. I stroked her smooth, flat belly and nibbled on her neck. "Look at yourself being loved, Ashley," I whispered in her ear. "Look at your man kissing you and rubbing your belly. Look at him touching your pretty little breasts and pulling on your nipples." At first she smiled at the mirror, a bit embarrassed by what she was seeing, but then my soft whispers and the movements of my hands and the eroticism of the moment had her breathing hard and staring at her image with lust in her eyes. "Look," I went on, "I'm unzipping your shorts. In just a moment you'll be totally naked for me. My hands are going into your pants, and now I'm touching your pussy for the first time. Now your pants are coming down and you can see your pussy. I've put my finger inside you, Ashley, and my cock is pushing against your ass. How does it feel?" She moaned and gasped as she tried to talk. "It's so good," she managed at last. "Oh it's good." "Look at me playing with your nipple and putting a finger in your pussy. It's going in and out, just like my cock will be doing soon, and I can feel how wet you are. You're hot for me, aren't you, Ashley?" She didn't answer, she just purred. I hunched down and maneuvered my cock so it went between her legs. "Now my cock's rubbing against your pussy." She stared at the mirror in fascination and breathed deeply as she saw the head of my cock push against her pussy lips. Now I put both hands down in her crotch and pulled her cunt lips wide apart. "Look at your pussy now, Ashley, it's wide open for me. It's ready for me, isn't it?" She nodded her head, unable to speak. I stroked my cock against the wide-open cunt and it brushed against her clit. She shuddered and reached behind to grab my head. Her eyes were closed now. "No, you have to open your eyes, Ashley," I whispered, "you have to look at yourself as you're getting ready to give yourself to your man. You're about to make love, you're about to fuck." I continued to stroke against her, as she sobbed with the sensations washing over her. "Are you ready, Ashley?" She swallowed with difficulty as she tried to speak. "Yes, please . . . love me." I thought about continuing the game and taking her from behind while we watched ourselves in the mirror, but that didn't seem right for our first time together. I turned her around in my arms and kissed her deeply. Then I held her close. "Oh Ashley, I want you so much." "Please, Tom, now," was all she said. I picked her up and placed her on the bed. Her legs opened almost of their own accord, it seemed, and she put her arms out for me. "I want you," she said. I lowered myself over her. "Ashley," I asked, "would you rather be on top? That way you can control how fast we go." She smiled. "I trust you," she said. "Just go slow until I'm ready, okay?" I kissed her softly as my cock began pressing against her almost-virginal vagina. "Let me know if it hurts," I said. She pecked at my cheek. "It feels great," she said. Then she inhaled sharply. I paused, but she said, "Keep going, it feels so good." Slowly, slowly I pushed forward, until I was all the way in. When I stopped, she looked up at me and said, "Is that all of it?" I laughed softly. "Why, do you want more?" She giggled. "Are you kidding? I'm totally full." I lifted myself slightly and we both looked down at her little pussy, its lips stretched tight around my cock. "Wow," she said, "I never thought I'd get it all in." She seemed fascinated by the experience of taking my cock in, as she told me how she could feel it "way up inside me." I wiggled my hips and pressed forward, trying to push it up another fraction of an inch. She moaned softly and bit my ear as I held her tight. "Oh god, that's good," she exhaled. I had given her some time to get used to being filled, now I pulled out slowly. Her hips followed my cock, not wanting to give it up. Then I pushed forward, not fast, but steadily. When I got all the way in, I ground my crotch hard against hers, as I kissed her hard and deep. "Yes, Tom," she breathed into my ear as I pulled out again, "I'm ready now." I came back in faster now, then out and in faster still. She put her arms around me and hugged me close as I speared her. She was inexperienced, but learning fast, as her hips quickly learned to match my rhythm, and she began meeting me, blow for blow. Soon our hips were a mirror of each other, meeting and pulling away, meeting and pulling away, faster and faster, until her quick breaths became panting and her moans became a squeal. "Oh yes, oh yes, yes," she said, then tensed her whole body as her cunt spasmed around my cock. As she came, I stroked a couple more times, then filled her with my sperm. After a few moments, I slipped my cock out of her. Then we lay wrapped in each other's arms for a long time, occasionally kissing, saying nothing much beyond "I love you" and "That was great". As she snuggled closely against my shoulder and neck, Ashley finally asked, "Was I good, Tom?" "You were great," I answered, pretty much guessing what the next question would be. It took a while, but it came. "Was I as good as the other girls you've had?" Yep, I was right. "I don't think it's very gentlemanly to discuss other women," I answered. "Was I as good as the other guys you've had?" I asked. She giggled. "Omigod, yes." Long pause, another giggle. "Of course, there was only one other guy." I feigned surprise. "What was he like?" I asked. Her face darkened. "Really bad. It was no good, and then he never talked to me again." The memory saddened her, I could see. "The man's a fool," I said. "And I'm the lucky beneficiary of his foolishness." She smiled. "I love the way you talk." She kissed me quickly. "I really got off on it when you were talking to me, you know, when we looked at the mirror." Another kiss. "I love you," she said. Then we kissed for a long time, and eventually I slid on top of her and then was in her for another fuck, this time long and slow and easy. We kissed most of the way through the fuck, until eventually I sped up the pace just a little, and we both came with a long, slow, easy orgasm. Again I laid on her for a while, then eventually pulled out. This time I sat up and said sadly, "I think it's time for me to leave." I could see her suddenly realize that we'd been fucking for a long time, and that her mother must be in the driveway now, or something similar. I had Reward wipe any thoughts about the passage of time from her, since otherwise she'd never understand how only seconds had passed outside while we were inside. "Do you have to go?" she asked, then thought of an inducement for me. She ran her hands down my chest and to my cock. "I thought you might like me to suck it now." I took her hand from my cock and kissed it. "Let's save that for next time," I said. "And you have to come with me. Your car is at the 7-11, remember?" "Omigosh, I forgot all about it," she said as she jumped out of bed. Then she realized what was running down her legs and headed down the hall to the bathroom to do something about it. When she got back to the room with a freshly-washed pussy, I was dressed -- so I sat in a chair (moving aside half a dozen articles of clothing to make room to sit down) and watched her get dressed. She seemed embarrassed to be watched, but I enjoyed seeing her slowly cover her long, slender body, bending over to let her tiny tits fall into the cups of her bra, and sliding a clean pair of panties (the ones she had been wearing were stained with her juices) up her long legs. "God, you're sexy," I said at last. She smiled with pleasure, and came over to sit in my lap. "That blowjob you said to put off til next time?" she began. "Yes?" I prompted. She smiled. "When's next time?" She paused. "Or, you can change your mind and have it now." She blew in my ear, then stuck her tongue in. "You know," I said, "for a girl who's only done it once before, you're turning into quite the little temptress." I lifted her up and carried her out. "I'd better leave before you rape me." I carried her down the hall, with her arms around my neck and her head resting on my shoulder. Finally I arrived at the door and moved to put her down, since I couldn't open the door. "Just hold me like this for a minute more," she said. "This is like a dream, and I want to keep dreaming." My heart melted a bit at that moment, but a sense of panic came over me as well. Omigod, I said to myself, Tom O'Malley is falling in love with a sixteen year old girl, and he doesn't even exist, and the girl is my daughter's friend, and . . . and this could be a real mess. She finally let me put her down after a long kiss, and we drove back to the 7-11. On the way she said, "You never did say when you'd call me again. Are you avoiding giving me an answer?" My god, I thought, even at sixteen, women know how to put guys on the defensive. "If I recall correctly, the reason I didn't give you an answer was because you distracted me with an offer of a blowjob," I replied. She giggled lewdly. "Yeah, I did, didn't I? Well, the offer's still good." I ignored the temptation. "When do you want next time to be?" "Tomorrow?" she asked tentatively, her voice showing her fear that she might be perceived as pushing to hard. "I've got to work most of the day." This was true -- I did still need to attend to business occasionally. But I could see her face fall, and quickly added, "But we could at least meet for lunch, and then maybe plan something for later." And so we made our plans, while I wondered what I had gotten myself into. I knew I should just wipe her memory clean as I left her, and get us both out of this with as little harm as possible. But I also knew I couldn't do it. -----------== Posted via Deja News, The Discussion Network ==---------- http://www.dejanews.com/ Search, Read, Discuss, or Start Your Own -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----