Written by Leesa (July 2000)
This story is basically true. The true part is that I was house-sitting for a neighbor and I did have a one-night stand with a guy. And I pretended to be underage. I did not, however, tape anything.
Here is my story.
I was home from college as a freshman on spring break. Yes, it sucked because I did not have the cash to go to Padre Island or further. So I was stuck going home, where I was going to be house-sitting while my parents and sister visited Mom's parents.
I was exempt from this, as they were taking two weeks, and my spring break was one week. Anyway, I was happy that my family gone, because that meant that I could goof off all day - tanning in the sun mostly.
After a few days of tanning, I decided to go out to a local club. Since I was not anticipating this, the only things I had to wear were from when I was a senior in high school - clothing that I did not take to college.
Anyway, I went to the club, got my hand stamped because I was under 21, and had a blast dancing. I had a few drinks before I entered the club - courtesy of my father's well-stocked liquor cabinet. One of the guys I met when I was there was cute. He had to be 21 because he could drink at the club.
In no time he was feeding me drink after drink. And I did not mind. We started kissing and dancing, and soon he wanted some air outside of the club. We left together. I asked him to take me home, as he was not as nearly smashed as I was. It was about 2 a.m.
All of this reminded me of high school, I guess, since I was returning home in an inebriated state. I mockingly whispered, "Shhhh. Everyone is asleep as we tiptoed inside."
The truth of the matter is that I did not want to be making any noise for the neighbors to complain about. I remembered that my room was a mess, and as I had left it when I went off to college. I was sort of embarrassed, so I took him to my sister's room.
Besides, she had the bigger room now. In minutes we were kissing. It did not take him long to start touching my breasts "accidentally," and I moaned so he knew he could continue.
He went almost straight for my breasts, cupping them while kissing me. When our lips parted, he started right in on my breasts. His tongue worked feverishly on them. Then my mind began to race � I had no protection in the house. My roommate and I shared a big box of rubbers at school, but I was home. I froze up, and he took that to mean that I did not want to continue. He continued anyway, saying how he loved my eyes, my smell, my body.
In short order, he was getting protection from his jacket pocket. I seductively placed it over his penis, not large, but definitely adequate for the job. As he was kissing my hungry lips, I slipped my panties from beneath my skirt. I caught my balance as my panties momentarily got stuck at my ankles, but after one stutter step, I regained my graceful poise.
We continued to kiss as he eased me onto my sister's bed. I instinctively parted my legs, skirt still on, and he knew it was time to plant his spade inside of me. I let out a muffled peep as he entered me � he surprised me with the non-delicate nature of this thrust. I did not want to make a sound. I then controlled my volume, remembering that I told him not to wake anyone up. He came hard and came quickly. I remember being mildly disappointed, but I continued to kiss him.
Afterwards, I turned around and we drifted off to sleep like two spoons in a drawer, his penis nestling itself between my two cold buttocks. I woke up the next morning with a slight hangover and his right hand between my breasts.
I wanted him out of my parents house, thinking the neighbors might see his car. It was five-thirty in the morning, early for a vacationing college student.
Then I got an idea. I lightly crept out of bed, then looking in my sister's closet, I found her cheerleader uniform.
My sister was a JV cheerleader, and I thought I would pretend to be her. I showered quickly and put on her cheerleading uniform. My sister is one bra size smaller than me, and her ass had not fully developed, so getting into the disguise was a little harder than I thought. I went into the den, where the VCR and other equipment was. My sister's room was a temporary nursery, so there was a baby-monitoring camera there. My dad was a bit of a geek, and there was a VCR which was patched into the black-and-white camera.
I inserted a blank tape, pressed, record, and then it was acting time. I went back into my sister's room and awoke my new lover.
"Sweetie," I softly said, you need to wake up before my father wakes up.
The look in his eye was priceless.
Panic camped on his face. I kissed him tenderly on the lips.
"Daddy will wake up in fifteen minutes."
"What are you doing in that?" was all he could muster.
"It is Wednesday," I lied, "and we have a special practice today."
"How old are you," he said, then looked like he did not want to here the answer.
"How old do you think I am?," I retorted. "Eighteen," he answered.
I know he hoped I was eighteen. I should add that I put my hair in a ponytail this morning, wanting to look the part.
"I turn 16 in a month," I smiled, "And thanks for the compliment." I reached for his penis, as he pulled away.
"What is the matter?" I asked innocently. "I had no idea," was all he could get out.
I touched and started massaging his penis. "Certainly my age does not bother you. I know it does not bother me."
Then I placed my lips, my lips which he thought belonged to a 15-year old, over his penis. He was completely powerless.
I continued to suck on his penis, knowing I was taping myself and him. His penis hardened in an instant. I abandoned his penis for a second to ask, "I hope you don't mind this."
"No," he whimpered. I put my mouth back over his penis, continuing. After a moment, I added, "Please talk dirty to me."
He was bad at talking dirty. He said that he felt good. "Who is doing this?" I asked. He said my name. "Do you enjoy this," I said when catching my breath.
"Yes," he answered.
"Would you drop me off at school, I asked afterwards. He agreed. He wanted to come again, I knew it. "Do you like my ass?" I asked dirtily.
"How would you like this 15-year old ass after school," I asked.
At that moment he came into my mouth. It was all caught on tape. When he came back that afternoon, I was in jeans and a T-shirt. I showed him the tape, and he paid me $300 to destroy the tape.
I destroyed it in front of him, sort of relieved the evidence was gone myself.
That was the last day I saw him. I sure hope he goes into politics.
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