Hannah

I had been keeping my eye on Hannah for quite awhile. She was the type of girl that drives me crazy; thin, brunette, virginal. She was fifteen, but she looked about twelve, and she had a scared look her eyes like a deer caught in the headlights. I always watched her from afar, but one day I finally had the courage to talk to her.
I walked up to her at the bus stop.
“Hey, Williams,” I said. “How’s it going?”
She laughed nervously. “Good. How are you?”
“Great,” I said. “What have you been up to?”
“Not much,” she said.
“So,” I said, lowering my voice. “What can I do for you today?”
She blushed with realization and then softly said “Nothing.”
That night I fantasized about all the things I’d do to her while I put my bathtub to use. I laid on my back in the tub and let the water cascade down on my swollen little clitty, while I pinched my nipples feverishly and moaned deep in my throat. In my fantasies I grabbed Hannah around the waist and dominated her. I got closer and closer to coming, and finally I orgasmed long and hard with the image of Hannah, naked with her legs spread, imprinted in my mind.
That night, I got a phone call.
“Hello?” I said, answering the phone.
That frightened little voice I knew so well asked “Is Veronica there?”
“This is she.”
“I think I know what you can do for me,” she said softly.
My breath caught in my throat for a second, and my heart skipped a beat.
“I want you to…” she paused. “Make love to me.”
“Alright,” I said. “Meet me by the bus stop after school. I’ll take you home with me.”
I could barely sleep that night from fantasizing about her, but finally the next day came, and I had her in my reach.
She met me at the bus stop as planned, and we walked to my house in silence. I could tell she was nervous.
When we got to my house, I unlocked the door, and led her in; my hand on her waist. We walked up to my room, where I undressed her slowly, stroking her face and smiling benignly at her, which seemed to have a calming affect on her. I kiss her cheek, and then her neck. She gasped softly. Then, I slowly lowered my lips to hers. I nibbled softly at her lower lip and she sighed and put her arms around me. I opened her lips with my tongue and flickered my tongue at the roof of her mouth. Soon her tongue began to caress mine. I reached down and started to rub her small, but hard nipples. She moaned. I leaned down and began to suck her nipples, while I reached between her legs. She was soaking.
I kneeled between her legs and licked her slowly, from her slit to her clit. She wriggled in pleasure. Then I quickly plunged my tongue into her, licker her hard and deep, and holding her thighs open so that she wouldn’t get away. She moaned and screamed louder and louder until her nectar dripped down my face.
She laid next to me, spent and panting, and then turned to me.
“What can I do for you today?” she asked, shyly, with a twinkle in her eye.