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Categories Fantasy, Consensual Sex, Male / Female, Young

Author: James Dylan Dean

Published: 29 December 2017

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NOTE: These stories were very popular among my submissions on this site. Each had a readership of over 20,000, with THE MOWER GIRL over 80,000 which is very high for one of my stories.


Darcie was fidgeting in the car, trying to get her outfit just right for her visit to Uncle (?) Walt. She had the ribbons in her blonde hair, the garish red lipstick on her mouth, the loose blouse over her braless breasts, the short skirt and the requisite sexy panties. She also had on a very cute pair of tennies with thigh high stockings. This was all designed to blow away Walt, and usually did. Especially when she flaunted the panties with her flouncing her skirt.

As Darcie was readying herself, Walt was sitting in his overstuffed easy chair watching last week’s football game on T.V. He knew that Darcie was due soon and wondered how he was going to handle this visit. He had been contributing $200 a month to Darcie for years, and evidently needed to stop. At least that is what his family was trying to get him to do. They reasoned that he needed to save up some funds for his future funeral, and the settling of his affairs. Probably a little avarice in their hearts too, since he had no children.

Walt had never married. He had had a close call when he was approaching thirty, but the lady had backed out and married his best friend. Often when he saw her at church he got the feeling from her looks that she was very sorry of her choice. He knew that her husband was truly a jerk, and that their children had grown up to be ‘hellions.’ But, she had stuck it out and apparently he had never raised an angry hand against her. So she endured it all with stoical silence with very rare smiles. Walt himself had never shown the personal interest for a long time relationship with another woman again.

He was retired and 73 years old. He lived in a remodeled garage and paid out $300 a month including all utilities except for his cable. His favorite pub was only 6 blocks away and he tottered there with a minimum help from his cane several times a week to spend time with his friends there. The grocery store delivered his food free, as long as he bought at least fifty dollar’s worth for each delivery. And the movie theatre was only a ten minute ride away on the bus. Then his brother and sister-in-law picked him up at 9:30 sharp each Sunday morning for his meetings. His life was orderly and very pleasant.

He had always enjoyed Darcie’s visits. It was fun to have a young woman make over him, and as far as he was concerned he could easily afford the contribution to her welfare each month. But the continued visits were attracting attention, and his brother was giving him ‘shit’ over the expenditures. Some were making undue assumptions about what went on, on her visits. Very little actually. He still admired women, for all of the usual reasons, but kept his attentions to very tame magazines and other entertainment. And all that Darcie had ever done was hug him and kiss him on the cheek.

Well, there was the one time that she had reached into his trousers to rearrange his member that had become aroused and then caught very uncomfortably in his underclothing. And she was want to flash her sexy panties at him several times on each visit. When she hugged him, she made sure that her felt her firm breasts, too. But, it all was relatively innocent fun. And the truth was that he enjoyed it very much, on the once a month time that it occurred when he got his pension check.

Next thing he knew, she was coming in to his home after the single loud rap on the door. He noticed her get-up. A variation on the usual. And there it was, the initial ‘panty showing.’ Very cutely done, too. As he watched he approach, he remembered that she was short (about 5’1”) and solid (about 120 lbs.) built like a very athletic cheerleader, which she used to be one of.

Darcie noticed him too. He was an older man, who had never been anything special. Average height, average build, average looks. Just a regular guy. But, with a very quick smile and a twinkle in his eye just for her. At least that is what he told her. She would never had welcomed him as her beau, even at his best. But, this of course was different. Just for fun.

She flounced up to him as usual, to soften him up with her bouncing breast and rear end, and with her pretty panties shown off. Then she got up on his lap and seated herself right over his member, with her butt crack strategically located over it. She wiggled every once in a while to emphasize its location. She then reached around his neck and laid her head against the side of his and whispered into his ear, “Uncle Walt, I love you so much.”

Then, “Do you have the contribution for my cell phone ready?” No use beating around the bush, she though. No telling what the old fart might want if she dragged this out.

She noticed a pronounced coolness in his attitude and reactions. This had not been seen since her rearranging his cock, a couple of years ago. ‘Oh, what now,’ she thought. She upped the ante a little and then gave up to see what was going on.

Walt said, “I am going to have to quit helping you out, Darcie. My family is giving me a really bad time about this. They seem to feel that I should be saving that money that I give to you. How they found out about it, I have no ideal although the visits have been obvious.”

Darcie thought that there was no good reason to bring up the visit that his family and their pastor had made to her about all of this. So she ignored all of this reasoning and plowed on with her efforts.

Soon, Walt decided to move things into another direction and so told Darcie, “Honey, there is a bottle of your favorite soda and a cake that you can have a piece off of in the refrigerator. Please help yourself.”

She decided to play along for a bit and moved to avail herself of the offered goodies.

When she returned to his lap, she made sure to emphasize her femininity with another flouncing and settle in again over his hardened member. He was sipping on his whiskey and rum out of a water glass as she drank her 7-up and ate her cake. When he wasn’t looking she took a sip from his glass. After all even though she presented herself as a fifteen year old, she was actually twenty-two and fully eligible to drink herself. As it went down, it tasted rather good, and she felt a warmth flow down her throat and into her stomach. She took even a bigger gulp a few minutes later when his attention was again diverted to something outdoors he noticed as he looked through his window. This time she started feeling a little light-headed and her body was starting to feel warm.

She was becoming much more affectionate. She asked him to loosen the top two buttons on her blouse, since it was binding on her chest, she said. She felt his hands moving up from their normal station on her knees up the inside of her thigh. She made no move to discourage it. It might have been unconsciously done by him, she didn’t know. And maybe she could induce some kind of guilt on his part to get her money from him.

To further sponsor that possibility, she placed his hands inside of her blouse to cup her breasts. She said that they were feeling lonely and needed some attention from him. He left one hand there and moved the other back to her nether regions, and it moved up to his feeling of the side bands of her panties. Next two of his fingers accidently moved under the side of her panties and encountered her pussy. She jumped at this at first, but then moved one of her hands down to hold his in their intimate location. Encouraged by this, he used one of his fingers to enter and stimulate her.

She was getting very stimulated now, and turned around to face away from him on his lap, leaving one of his hands cupping and caressing one of her tits, and the other playing with her pussy. She laid back against his chest and raised her skirt in the back. He got the message and pushed her panties’ crotch aside and let his member out to reach up to find its natural home in her. She and he both moaned at this and she began to shallow bounce up and down while flexing her body forward and backward on his cock. Neither of them could last long at this rate and after about ten minutes they both climaxed. After they got their breaths back, she somewhat embarrassed moved to the bathroom to cleanup.

When she came out she noticed two hundred dollar bills under her 7-up bottle. She grabbed the bills without spilling the bottle, waved the bills at him and yelled, “See you again next month!” He nodded as she left.

As she walked down to the car, she wondered what the old fart would want next time. A line had been crossed. The next time, she knew, he might even want her ass. Oh, well. She had better bring a good lube, just in case. And maybe an increase in her contribution might be in order.


The now older man, Marvin, has taken to riding the buses around town instead of fraying his nerves dealing with daytime traffic, and especially night time darkened streets. He can still drive, but finds the buses as much more convenient and at his age economical, too.

Though he is unusually hale and hearty for his age, he does have some age related physical issues and so uses a cane and is careful where he sits to protect his hips from undue strain from getting up and sitting down. So, when he rides the bus, he takes the center-facing seats in the front of the bus whenever possible. And he has noticed how very considerate many people are, when he stands waiting for one of them to become available, and they graciously surrender a place on that seat for him. He always thanks them for this sacrifice and they usually smile and nod to him in return.

Marvin, had ridden the bus in the past sporadically, but was now becoming a regular passenger. This allowed him to become tuned into who the regular riders were. And there was the usual array of personages that he regularly noticed. A bully boy teen, who lightly pushed his way around. A ‘milf’ type middle-aged lady who might be a nurse. A couple of older (than him) ladies who always rode together and were busy in their own world of conversations. A young woman, who looked at him speculatively, but surreptitiously, from under her ever present sun glasses. And a little approximately ten year old girl, probably a student in some private school from her manner of dress, who always sat in the same front facing seat in the front of the bus right next to where Marvin usually sat.

This could have been for her safety. Sitting up by the driver, you know. Also it provided her with easy access and egress at her stops.

Since she was obviously a regular, she didn’t pay much attention to me upon my inaugural ridings of the bus. But, as she became more used to seeing me, she began to take note. There was a measuring manner to her assessing my presence on the bus. And, of course, I was under scrutiny by the other regular riders too, especially the speculative young woman.

As the rides multiplied over the next few weeks, Marvin could tell that the young girl wanted to inquire of him about something, but just couldn’t think of a way to broach the subject. And there was the normal reticence of her age group, no doubt magnified by the admonition of her parents, “Don’t talk to strangers!”

But, good heart and deep abiding curiosity overpowers even such sound advice in time. And so after a number of abortive attempts, she finally got out the inquiry, “Are some kind of cowboy, Mister?”

I and the others in earshot smiled at that inquiry from the impressionable young girl.

“No, I am not,” I gently and respectfully answered the young girl’s question, “but I do sort of dress like one though, don’t I?”

She quickly nodded to me, receding to being obedient to her parent’s command to ‘not talk to strangers.’ But, there was still a questioning expression on her face as she scanned over my manner of dress. I regularly wear a black Clint Eastwood type of hat, washed out jeans, a unstarched patterned business type of shirt, a western patterned type of bandana tied western style around my neck and black athletic shoes. That with my older demeanor and clean shaven, but with a mustache and goatee beard appearance completes the picture.

I tend to be very garrulous in manner and am comfortable with conversing to anyone about anything that would be socially acceptable to their interest and place in my current circumstances. I was a very chatty grocery clerk for years and then followed that up with being a very chatty and story-telling cabbie for a decade more. I even talked to anyone who would respond in grocery lines as I awaited having my groceries checked out and almost always, after an initial shock on the recipient’s awareness, got positive and interesting replies.

But, I was holding back with this young girl. I didn’t want to startle or scare her and I wanted to respect whatever instructions that her parents were giving her. I raised children myself and chaffed when other good-meaning people tried to undercut my and my wife’s standards of conduct for our kids. So, I had no intentions of interfering with her parent’s control of things, though I didn’t know them or what they might be enforcing for their daughter.

But, since she rode the bus each day, and I did several times a week, I decided to lighten the mood between us since she was evidently so curious about me. So, I offered to serialize a story that I had recently produced. In an expurgated version, of course, appropriate to her age. “Would you like to hear a cowboy story, young lady?” At this the other persons about perked up, too, to see what I would share with this young girl.

Still being obedient to her parents, she nodded ‘yes.’

Interestingly, from that time forward, by an unknown enforcement, that particular front seat was reserved for me when I rode the bus, and the young girl continued to sit in the front facing first seat right next to me. The rest of the interested passengers, would organize themselves in the immediate area with regard to each one’s ability to hear me. Even the driver made attempts to not be as noisy about his work as usual, since he was only eight feet away from Marvin with his back to me and very curious about these stories, too.

So, Marvin began his story to the young girl, whom he later learned was named Jennie.

“There was an old cowboy, age 38 being considered old for that time, who had worked out on the range for several years, alone and in company of other lonely trail hands. They had a terrible cook named Grubby, who fed them food that they could barely eat and some kind of thick black syrupy drink that he called coffee. At least it was hot and wet for them.”

With this the little girl smiled in appreciation and his other audience seemed to be enthralled. So, He continued:

“This old cowboy, named Hoss and usually called Ole’ Hoss, had been working for the Boss, who owned and managed the ranch for several years, and Hoss was known to be an honest and dependable man. So, the Boss decided to send Hoss to town for a couple of days of fun and also to gather a manner of supplies for the ranch that they couldn’t make or grow for themselves. It would be most of a day’s ride and would be somewhat dangerous of a trip.”

With that Jennies’s stop came up and she nodded to Marvin and jumped off of the bus. The rest of his audience were curious as to when he would continue the story that they didn’t want to miss and so he remarked for them all to hear, “I ride on Monday’s, Wednesday’s and Friday’s” So the audience talked amongst themselves and designated a couple of them to keep track of the story for those who would not be able to ride on each of those days. And so grew the reputation of the ‘story bus.’ And thus its ridership increased dramatically over time.

The next time that Jennie and Marvin were on the bus together, he continued the story for her after noting her expectant eyes:

“So, Ole Hoss started out with his very experienced horse, Ambler. The horse was named that because unless there was an obvious emergency or it was spurred into spirited action during work, it just took its own time in going anywhere. And even though Hoss was in some kind of hurry to get to town, but respectful of the horse’s feelings, he just let it proceed at its own pace, which was of course, ambling.

At that pace, it would take a good part of the day to get to town, but the time taken would ensure that they would not take any unnecessary chances (the adult riders recognized a life lesson there being passed on by Marvin) and any risks could be met without rushing in to them (with this Jennie also recognized what was going on and smiled in response, nodding to Marvin.)

The road to town, and it was actually an old cow path and maybe deer path too, was narrow and barely passable in places due to fallen trees, landslides and washouts from gushing streams from the melting snows in this high land. But, despite having to divert into very prickly brush at times, Hoss continued to make progress toward the town of his destination.

Finally, he came over a rise and could see the as of yet unnamed valley and the ugly dingy little town in its middle. This used to be a thriving mining town, but the mines were playing out and so the surrounding area was being taken over by small ranchers and smaller homesteaders who lived in an uneasy peace due to the cross purposes of each of their operations.

Hoss now moved toward town at an increased pace, since even Ambler was feeling excitement at their coming encounters………”

With that, he cut off the narrative and waited a response from Jennie, since her stop was still several stops away. Finally, her frustration overpowered parental authority and she in a slightly exasperated voice asked, “Is that all, Mr. Martin for today?”

Marvin smiled and replied, “Yes, young lady, enough for today. The adults here will get writer’s cramp if I go on any further today!”

With that, he got a great big smile from Jennie………and the adults too.

The next time Marvin rode the bus, he noticed a public address microphone mounted at his assigned place on the bus, evidently a gift from the driver, though no mention of that fact was ever pronounced. And when Marvin continued on with his story of Hoss, the sound carried even to the far back of this long bus. Al-so, he noticed a somewhat reduced noise level in the bus’s operation. He didn’t know what could have caused that. And, he noticed the appearance of recording appliances among the adult crown. That was okay as far as he was concerned. Prevented a number cases of writer’s cramp, he surmised.

But, with Jennie’s nod, Marvin picked up the story of Hoss’s trip to the town at the leaving off place, with him and Ambler, his horse, moving at an accelerated pace towards the town.

“As Marvin and Ambler moved towards the town, Marvin noticed the increased dilapidated state of the town. Most of the big mining companies had already moved out and the businesses that remained among the closed up ones, just evidently didn’t seem to care about the state of their town.

Marvin pulled up to the town’s only still fully operational saloon and tied up Ambler to the remaining functional hitching post outside. With that he moved up to the swinging doors and peered into the low level light to make out what might be going on. Practically nothing from what he could tell with his eyes, nose and ears. So, he entered and saw nobody at the bar, but a shortish, slim and rather underdressed young lady. Her plain shift was gussied up with some needle point and bows with ribbons, but not all that stylish or even proper for a well brought up young woman. She was pretty, though.

And she approached Hoss, evidently measuring him for what he might need and what she might be able to supply to him.

“Is the barkeep in?“ he inquired.

“No, he has went off to stand in a long line at the doctor’s to get his monthly supply of his patent medicine for his ‘Rheumatiz,’” she replied.

“Oh darn,” Hoss replied, “I was counting on having a drink to begin my time here in town. It has been a long time since I have had a drink without trail dust on it and in the company of a pretty lady, either.”

Petty, the young lady, smiled at the nice compliment that he had just passed on to her. “Well, I think that I can take care of that for you,” she offered. And she did.”

With that came another of Marvin’s ‘cliff-hanger’ endings, which they were now becoming used to. Without too much groaning, either.

This carried on for the next four years and then one day; Jennie, who was now in high school, passed a note to him from her parents. He paused his story-telling for the moment and read the note in front of Jennie.

‘Mr. Martin,’ the note began, ‘we are Jennie’s parents and would like to invite you to a teatime or coffee time at the TEAHOUSE or the nearest STARBUCKS to you, to discuss a topic of mutual interest. Please note your acceptance or hopefully not your rejection on this note and return it to Jennie.’

With that Marvin wrote on the back with a pen that he kept in place in his pocket just for such rare uses, “I accept.” And then continued the story of Hoss and Petty for his audience of the day. The bus had long past been repainted on its maintenance turn and since the bus line often decorated the buses in interesting motifs, had repainted and decorated this bus inside and out with a thoroughly Western flavor. It was one of the most favorite buses in the city. And the company had even installed recording equipment that played back Martin’s latest offerings on his days off of riding and replayed the whole scenario in serialized form on other times that he wasn’t in the bus. It had even gotten notice on the local T.V. channel.

The next time that he saw Jennie, there was another note with the time and place left open for Marvin to fill in. He noted a time and place and returned it back to Jennie, before beginning the latest episode of his story.

When they finally met at the TEAHOUSE, even though he didn’t usually drink tea, they appeared as an early forties couple, fine looking and very engaged with each other. Just the kind of parents he would have ordered up for Jennie, if he had any say in the matter.

And she, Marion as she introduced herself with Mark her husband, began the discussion as Martin was settled in seated across from them at a very antique iron table with an equally antique tea service with hot tea preordered by the parents, began her address to him:

“Mr. Martin, we have noted your wonderful stories that you have told our daughter about Hoss, working in a lot of the conditions and ‘color’ of the Old West. As you probably know, she has been recording them ever since the third episode and playing them back for our family much to our family’s continued delight.

One of the side benefits of this all is that she has taken much more interest in her studies because of the interest in learning that you have spurred in her and the much more relaxed nature of her bus rides to school that you have produced.

We sincerely thank you for that!

We understand that she is much more open and conversational with you, with the continued attentions that you have given her. And as a product of that, she has now announced to us that she wants to see you at times other than on the bus. She has heard of your trips to the State Fair and some of the movies that you see, which are well within her interest zone. We are concerned about this request on her part, no lack of respect to you intended, and have desired to meet with you to discuss it.

Martin mulled all of this over in his mind as he sipped his tea, which turned out to be very pleasing. Then he looked up and addressed his little Jennie’s very concerned parents, “I raised children myself and can understand how you would feel with this assertion being placed before you.” With this the parents relaxed a bit, but remained very focused on what was to be said.

“I very much honored by the appreciative attitude that such a request reflects. But, I feel that that would not be proper for her and me.”

And then he continued:

“I am and older man, as you can see, living in a very generic condo, in spare but comfortable surroundings. I love to tell stories, both on paper and vocally. It has been my pleasure to share some of my stories on the bus. I very much look forward to each trip to do so. And your daughter has been such a fine audience, and so very encouraging to me. The others on the bus seem to enjoy them, too.”

“Yes, we have heard all about them and have even heard ones that Jennie recorded for our enjoyment and analysis as to whether they are appropriate for a young girl of her age. We are very appreciative how you have toned down the stories to a level of general acceptance and see no harm in them. In fact, those stories of yours have helped build a fire in her heart to learn and be able to write something herself. Her grades, which were already quite good have elevated to a very high level because of your lighting this fire under her. Probably not your purpose, but a good result anyway.”

“I had no idea, but she was always very appreciative of them, though.”

“What my husband I had in mind when we asked for this meeting with you was a disturbing report we got from our daughter. She has grown very fond of you and your stories over the years and she has reported to us that you seem to be going into some kind of decline lately. You aren’t as positively mooded in your story telling and you seem to slur over the words sometimes and lose your place in your stories, too.

She and we were wondering if we could be of some service to you as you deal with whatever health issues are plaguing you.”

“Well, I don’t know. I am aware that I am not as sharp as I have been, but I didn’t know that that was so obvious to my listening public,” this came with a bright smile. Jennie’s folks smiled at that too.

“As fond of me as Jennie seems to be, she can’t cure me from getting old and what that all means. But, I highly value her interest in me and her gratitude for my stories on the bus.”

“What our little girl, who is now sixteen by the way, came up with was that you could continue to write your wonderful stories and when you seem to falter in telling them, she could switch places with you and carry on for you. She is taking SPEECH in high school and this would help her in her public speaking skills. And she has heard your voice inflections for years and has practiced them here at home in front of us while speaking along with tapes of your story telling. She has it down just right. I think that you will be amazed and delighted with her take on your voice style.”

“I don’t want to embarrass her by requiring a try out, for something so mundane, so I will give her a chance the next time we ride together. Most of my story telling is off the cuff, as it were. But, there is nothing to say that I couldn’t write them down at home, instead of doing the ‘as I think of it’ on the bus. I can print it up in larger letters to make it easier on her. Yes, I think that that would work.”

“I am sure that it will, and I think that she would be very pleased to render this service for you. Just be very patient at first, because she does tend to be very nervous and shy when she first starts to talk.”

“Yes, I will remember that.”

So, the next time on the bus, Marvin started the story as usual, “Sally, one of the daughters of Hoss and Petty was very resentful of her parent’s way of life. And so she decided to embarrass them with a very public action of hers. Neither Hoss nor Petty had a prejudice bone in their body, but the valley had attracted some people from the Old South and some of them had brought their racial prejudices with them. Though they were generally silent about it.”

At this point in the middle of the story, he stalled on purpose and then passed the paper over to Jennie. She started at first with a choked and nervous voice:

“Sally found her chance to cause some trouble in the preparations for the community picnic. She and Flagon, a colored man, were there early to help set things up and she began to flaunt herself to him….”

But after a couple of lines of dialog, she was really with it, with Marvin’s humor and storytelling intact. The bus crowd gave them both a standing ovation, with the driver swinging his free hand wildly behind him in his own form of appreciation.

So after that she rescued Marvin whenever he needed it and eventually she was doing most of the reading and finally all of it as Marvin got even more frail. About the same time that Jennie got married and moved away, Marvin was moved to a care facility for closer monitoring. He no longer rode the bus, and since no one else felt able to continue with the story telling, the next time the bus went in for refurbishing, any sign of the ‘story bus’ disappeared. The crowds thinned out to the normal riders and the noise level returned to the previous amplitude.

The only thing left to remind people of what had gone on before, besides their memories of his stories, was a prominent plaque that would be noticed upon entering the bus at the front that noted the most popular rider that the bus line had ever had.

And whenever Jennie came back to town to visit her folks, she always came to see Marvin as long as he lived and brought her own children to meet her favorite story telling cowboy friend from her youth.


(From the framework of a story told to me by my beloved lover, Eva Decatur [nom de plume], who has also been an inspiration for a number of my stories.)

Elsie was just the girl down the lane, a fourteen year old bundle of energy who was known throughout the whole suburban development because she mowed lawns for her savings for her education. Most of the parents wished their own children showed half of the energy and enterprise of this young girl. Maybe wished this of their husbands or wives, too.

This tract of homes was a self-contained development a mile and a half outside of town. It had 164 homes all but a few built over a five-year time period starting about ten years ago. They had mostly been bought by young families and so the resulting children were currently spread out from the ages of birth to high school senior. There were very few bachelors here. But, the small community did have its own small fire station manned by local volunteers, a small police station manned four hours a day by a county deputy (three days a week) and a small convenience market with fuel pumps. It is usually very quiet and peaceful there.

Except when Elsie was on the prowl with her mower. She would wander purposefully up and down the lanes to ask to mow any lawn that needed attention, and had a number of regulars whom she serviced. The community had a covenant that the lawns had to be regularly maintained and the designated lawn service charged much more than Elsie did, so she was kept very busy.

Elsie’s father had been a very robust and hardworking man, but he was injured very profoundly in an industrial accident that was not his fault, so he was pensioned off by the state industrial board. He and Elsie lived alone, since his wife had beat-it away from him and his alcoholism with all of the kids but Elsie who elected to stay behind and take care of her dad. He loved her very deeply and was very gentle and kind with her, but still gruff in his manner. She just shrugged it off and coped with it the best that she could.

But, he did require that Elsie forward to him half of her earnings to help with their finances. With this money plus the pension, they got by barely. And their home, the oldest in the community, showed the neglect that their sparse finances caused. Elsie did the best she could but with little money to work with, she couldn’t do much.

Some of her customers got the idea that she was being required to forward all of her earnings to her father, and threatened to quit using her. But, she regularly carried her bank savings pass book and would show the progress in her account to help finance her future. This made it a personal challenge for each of her customers to help raise its level. By age fourteen she already had a couple of thousand dollars in it.

Elsie was too busy for serious attention by the neighborhood or in-school boys. And, though she was liked by them, they gave little attention to her anyway. She was not the requisite rounded, blond or full busted. Her womanly development was somewhat delayed. No, she didn’t look like a boy at all. But with her shortened hair and willowy body she looked more like an eleven or twelve year. A healthy one, none the less.

But, the men in the neighborhood had an entirely different impression about her. They deeply admired her energy and young girl willowy good looks. Many were interested, but fear and good sense stopped them from pushing any intimate agenda with her. She was of course completely oblivious to the fact that any male would have any interest in her at all. She was very intimidated by the fact that her breasts were very small and insignificant for her age. She even got very mild teasing about it from the other girls during gym class. But, they were easy on her because everyone liked Elsie.

Henry was a bachelor who lived just a couple of doors down from Elsie and her father. He was one of the first of her customers and was very regular in requesting her services, even during the winter. Just to keep it looking cared for, you know. He had long been intrigued by the young girl and was very friendly with her, but had never made any advances at all. She just thought of him as a particularly warm-hearted uncle and was very fond of him.

One day after finishing mowing his lawn and trimming around it, he invited her in to his kitchen to share in a sandwich and soda. No one would think twice about this, since very many of her customers would do the same when she serviced them around noon. She always had a choice of two or three kitchens to be serviced in herself each mowing day. But, Henry was her favorite.

Henry had resided in the house he now lived in since he was a young child. His parents had passed away at rather young ages, so Henry was in his late forties and alone. He was medium-tall and spare with bright and intelligent eyes. They were light brown, but looked green at times due to emotional state or unusual lighting. As much as anyone knew here, he had never been married, and seemed happy in his singleness. Only an unknown female visitor late in the evening every once-in-a-while visited him.

One day as he and Elsie were sitting at the kitchen counter eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and sharing a root beer he inquired as to how her savings were progressing. She reached into her shirt pocket and slid the savings book over to him. He opened it and noticed the total was well over two thousand dollars at the present. He whistled and slid it back to her. She smiled and returned it to her pocket.

Henry had been thinking for some time how he might indirectly broach the subject of increased intimacy with her. As he watched her face and eyes, he thought that this might be an opportune time to advance this idea.

Henry----Elsie, have you thought of any ways to advance you savings buildup to mount it up more quickly?

Elsie-----Yes, sir. I have thought on this very much. While I am making good progress, it seems that the cost of college is increasing faster than I can save for it.

Henry---Yes, I think that many people feel that way about a lot of things. What alternatives have you thought about?

Elsie---Oh Henry, I have thought of a lot, but with my many responsibilities, there just isn’t time for anything else. Besides, I am probably doing the only job that my age and qualifications would allow.

Henry---Yes, I can see the problem. Let’s change the subject, how are doing with the boys?

Elsie---They like me and ignore me.

Henry---Their loss, young lady.

Elsie looked at him with her head slightly to the right and her eyes turned to the left and shyly asked, “Do you think that they should be paying attention to me?”

Henry—Honey, I don’t think that anyone should do anything that they don’t want to do, usually.

Elsie—Henry, do you think that I am pretty enough for a boy to be interested in?

Henry---You are surely pretty enough, but it is up to the boy. It takes a while for a lot of them to get it. A girl is as pretty…… as her heart is.

Elsie---That is very sweet to say, Henry. What do you think of me?

Henry---I think that you are very fine looking young girl!

Elsie----Thank you, Henry.

Henry---No problem, you richly deserve it.

There now ensued a silence of several minutes while both absorbed the import of what had just been said added to the years of warm and friendly association of the two.

Henry---Elsie, would you be interested in accelerating your savings growth by helping a man with his emotional needs? Not only would you be making more money, but since you wouldn’t be able to tell your dad about it, it all would go into your savings fund. You would just have to hide the savings book from him.

Elsie—That is no problem, he never looks at it. He is only interested in his share of my usual earnings. But, what would be involved in this, emotional support?

Henry---It would involve you using yourself to comfort a man in his loneliness by showing affection to him and cuddling with him.

Elsie---You mean like a wife does for her husband?

Henry---Yes, just like that.

Elsie—What man would want me for that purpose? I am so young and skinny.

Henry---Many men would want you for just that reason. I would be one of them.

Elsie---You mean that you would like to make love with a skinny girl like me???

Henry—Yes, Elsie, I would. And you are not skinny. You are slim and very attractive.

Elsie—The boys don’t want me because of my very small breasts. Would that matter?

Henry—A lot of grown-up men would want you for just that reason. It would remind them of what they foolishly passed on when they were boys.

Elsie sits and stares out the window, silent in thought. Henry sits very relaxed and with an unaggressive manner while she lets a whole lot of confusing thoughts and feelings wash over her. She thinks of what she knows about husbands and wives and how they interact. From her Health Class she knows about ‘baby-making.’ But she realizes that this is not for making a baby, this is for com-fort and fun. She knows little about this. She has only kissed a couple of times and never has gone down on a boy, though she knows what that is. Finally, she looks up at a very relaxed Henry sitting in repose gently gazing at her.

Elsie—Would I have to be naked and would I have to let him fuck me?

Henry---Only if you will allow it, but the more you do, the more you make doing this.

Elsie, looking at Henry with down cast eyes, “Henry, would you teach me what I need to know? You have been very fair and encouraging to me since I started mowing lawns four years ago.”

Henry---I would be honored to help you learn these things, Elsie. Let me know when you would like to begin.

Elsie---Could we begin now, Henry, before I get too scared and back out? I could really use the extra funds to build my savings so that I can have a meaningful life and not a silly one like so many of the girls around here settle for.

Henry—I think that every guy that you connect with will hope for the same. And yes, we can begin now. Let’s move up to my bedroom. You can explain to your father that I let you do some cleaning inside today.

When they entered the bedroom, Elsie began to remove her clothing. Henry took her into his arms before she got anything off and hugged her and caressed her back as he gently kissed the bright and slightly scared young face. She soon began to relax and then he helped her remove her clothing very slowly and deliberately making it like a game. He explained that this was supposed to be fun. She smiled and got into the action now, even helping him off with his clothes.

When naked, he guided her up onto the bed and told her that he would only cover the basics today. She seemed to relax even more with that expression and then welcomed his sensual attentions to her body. He initiated things with a gentle massage of her back and then with her on her back to her arms, legs, chest, belly and pussy region. He gave the lover’s names for each region as he gave attention to them. She very quickly became flushed with excitement at the wonderful feelings that he was stirring up in her body. She moved against his hands to increase the stimulation that he was providing. And she nearly went out of her mind when he went down on her and nosed up to her pussy and used his tongue all over it and into it. She had no idea that this could feel so good.

His tongue teased her clit, which she didn’t even know that she had. And was dumfounded at the sensations she felt when his tongue penetrated into first her vagina and the up into her ass. She couldn’t wait for what was to come next.

He then had her practice at a relatively short blowjob, so that she would come to recognize that it was also her responsibility to stimulate the man. And then he asked if she wanted him to proceed because there would be a slight pain at his first deep probing of her vagina. She was being brave and said to go ahead. So, with the lubrication well produced in her and him, he moved his penis to the entrance and slowly pushed in until he hit the maidenhead. Then he looked into her eyes, and she nodded, so he pushed firmly into her interior regions until he was nestled up to the end of her vagina just past the cervix on the upper side of the tunnel.

She only blinked and slightly sighed at the penetration that changed her into a woman and then relaxed and waited for what was to then come about. He left things still for a couple of minutes, deeply kissed her mouth with their avid tongues tapping each other and then began the pumping action to bring both of them to climax. He briefly worried about pregnancy, but the moment’s passion washed away that worry and he began to pound her to her delight. She was smiling with her face lit up red, when they both came very sharply at his deepest penetration. They both let out loud sighs and then relaxed with him laying on top of this wondrous young woman’s slim and womanly body. She reached up and pulled him down even harder on to her to his comfort and joy.

As they lay there totally entranced with each other, she informed him that her period was due the next day and that she would get on some kind of birth control. He said that that was a great idea. And then asked her what she thought of all of this? She said that it was wonderful and that she would only want to be with him until she was more experienced and even mostly after that. Henry said that he would very much enjoy that. And that there was very much more for her to learn about. She asked if they could learn something new each time, and he said that that would be the case.

They got up arm in arm and went into the bathroom to shower. She held on to him very tightly as they washed and kissed him very sweetly and repeatedly until she left with his contribution. She was very happy with the $150 he provided

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