Grey Timber's Stories
Just a Game by Grey Timber
Just a Game
Fantasy or reality?
Sometimes the possibility of reality can be more exciting than even fantastic fiction...
"Just a Game"
By Grey Timber
Picture a man walking into a restaurant, fast-food, we'll say. He is young, but well-dressed, appearing to be just leaving work. Ahead of him in line are four young girls. Are they really girls? He sees the shapes and curves of their bodies in an instant appraisal born of years of practice. Girls do not have such lustful shapes. But are they really women? There laughs are secretive and yet they laugh often as if they are sharing some private joke. The people around them are visibly annoyed by the time that they take in deciding on an order. The man guesses them to be high school aged, perhaps first year college girls, but not likely.
One in particular catches his eye above the others. She is the tall one. Her hair is naturally blond and long and she has it pulled back in a high, comfortable, sporty pony tail. He looks at her in her baggy t-shirt and loose, gray pants, unhemmed, the fabric coming down around her unshod toes. She looks to be the oldest but he wonders if she is simply more mature than her friends.
He watches her standing in line. She is somewhat more reserved from her friends' laughter and prodding. He watches her slender arms bend as her hands lift her t-shirt, flipping it above her wrists as she hooks her thumbs under the waist of her pants to pull them up. He sees a thin line of soft, bare flesh disappearing into the waistline of an exposed pair of white silk panties that shine above the baggy pants. The waistline barely covers the swell of her hips and the man's breath shortens at the sight. She drops her shirt back over her body and smoothes it down. He looks up and finds her staring into his eyes. There is no expression there, not even a question. Her face is blank. He looks away.
Within moments, she is ignoring him again. He turns his head and once again drops his eyes to her body, staring at her shape and focusing on the suggested line of panties as they dip underneath her ass and disappear between her thighs. He found himself hungering for her suddenly, her innocent sexuality burned in his loins. He wanted her like an alcoholic desires a morning drink. As he stared, his eyes again saw her hands lifting her shirt and he followed them up as she curled the shirt over her wrists, displaying naked flesh to his eyes again. Her palms turned so that they were flat against her side and she slipped her fingers down again, this time into the waistband of her panties. He watched her fingers plunge deep down her hips and then slowly slip around behind until she was caressing the flesh of her ass. He could see her fingers caressing her body through the material of her gray pants. The hands lifted slowly until her fingers were at the small of her back. She pulled her shirt higher and arched her back, giving him a more revealing look at her naked back. His eyes rose to meet hers, staring again. There was no smile, no knowing glance that suggested she was aware of the game she was playing, just a blank stare. He stared into her green eyes for an endless moment until the clerk called for her order.
The man watched them eating, laughing and innocent in their careless world. His mind kept replaying the scene in his head and his body burned. He was a machine, his body was in motion and he found himself approaching the table. Four sets of eyes met his as he placed his hands on the table's edge. He focused on one set and asked a simple question, "Is it just a game?"
The girls were not silent long. He briefly parried questions about his age and what he wanted from those he wasn't concerned with. The blond, the object of his desire simply stared. He offered a hand to her and she waited. He was briefly aware of the girls telling him she was but a senior in high school and he was 7 years older than she and they were pleading her not to go. He withstood their insults and cuts and finally, she smiled. She stood and took his hand. As he turned away, he heard her telling her friends, "Don't expect me. I'll see you at school tomorrow."
They barely spoke, there was no need. Messages were conveyed with touches and brief glances. The car ride was quiet. The walk to his door was silent. She paraded about the house as a new pet would explore it's surroundings. Her hands ran over the plush furnishings and her eyes scanned the walls and their decorations. He watched her walk about the open house, her walk graceful and confident even to be so innocently smooth.
As she circled the living room's furniture a third time, her arms bent in the familiar motion again and he watched her hook her shirt again into her wrists and then in one fluid motion, she pulled it above her shoulders and over her head. Her naked breasts bounced lightly as they hung on the hem of the shirt and then fell free. In an almost eerie sense of no time, he captured the vision of her breasts, lifted by her arms, her flesh sloping gently downward and then sweeping into her upturned nipples, pointing tiny but firm into the empty air. He saw her blond hair lifted by the neck of the shirt pulling itself over her head, then he watched her hair cascading back down to it's pattern behind her small head.
She didn't look at him as she continued her walk, dropping the shirt carelessly onto the back of the couch as she continued around the furniture. He stared at her naked body, her breasts small yet firm and set high and proud on her chest. His eyes dropped to her ass as she turned away. Her pants had sagged lower still as she walked. He stared at her white panties, the nakedness of her back against the sharp white, the band of white over her hips, displaying the womanly shape of her hips below her panties but still above the settling waistline of her pants. Her hands were at the waistband again, only this time pushing down. The loose band hung briefly on her hips and then was past. Her arms hung limp and she walked out of the pants, leaving them crumpled on the floor. He watched her ass move with her steps, one soft globe of sexual flesh bared from the panties having partially slipped into the enticing valley between her thighs.
Her steps brought her to him and he pressed her to him, kissing her deeply. Her lips were soft and moist, her kiss was nervous and careful. He marveled at her apparent innocence even amidst her brave lust. His hands worked at his clothes as his lips explored hers. Her hand was braving his leg and she found him hard and thick under her searching fingers.
He wondered briefly if she was within the "law", as a senior, she could go either way. He realized just as suddenly that he didn't care. His naked body enveloped her and carried her back against the back of the couch. He laid her supple young body over it and rolled easily, skillfully over her to land prone on the couch, pulling her to him. Her tender thighs settled over his. His firm cock pressed against her thighs, its head nestled against her burning sex. The man felt the soft flesh of the girl's breasts pressed against his rough chest and it seemed to remind him to tender her.
He lifted her carefully and sat her on the couch. She cast a leg carelessly along its length, opening herself to him. He drank in the beauty of her naked body, allowing himself to be consumed by the sight of her reddened pussy, opened and glistening wet before him. He lowered his head and she closed her eyes. He drank in the heady, clean scent of her fresh body, his tongue slipped carefully out to caress her inner thighs. He moved it high up her thigh and over her sex, letting the light, sparse collection of blond hair tickle his tongue. She arched her body to him and he cupped her small breasts in his hand, rubbing her jutting nipples between his fingers. His tongue delved into her sex, flattening itself against her labia before slipping inside to moisten itself.
He tasted her sex, clean yet pungent with the aroma of sex and he thrilled in her intoxicating body. His tongue slipped hot and wet along her pussy until he found her engorged clit and he began massaging it in slow, precise circles. The nameless girl began to writhe in pleasure. He was proud and confident, knowing she had never experienced this from the boys she had known. And she began moaning in high pitched, soft voiced moans that trailed into breathless screams at the end. Eventually, she could take no more and threw her leg over his head, turning her sex away and hiding it under her thighs as she settled onto her stomach.
This was no escape. The man lowered his head to her body again, drinking in the new vision of her naked ass perched on the couch in erotic disarray. His mouth sought the back of her thigh and then moved upward. In control, he pushed her thigh forward along the edge of the couch so that her sex was once again exposed. His nose buried itself into her ass and his tongue crept forward to once again tickle her clit.
The girl's body poured with lust. It ran down his chin over his neck. His tongue slipped back along her pussy, then between her lips, delving into her sex, then pulling out to rise slowly over her tightened anus. She clenched her ass tightly but he forced himself between her and caressed this hidden, so often ignored bud of pleasure. She gasped in shock and then in pleasure and he felt her thrusting back against his tongue. His fingers found her clitoris again and in moments she screamed and jumped away and said in a breathless, urgent command, "Quit fucking teasing me and FUCK me!"
The man was on her suddenly, pressing her down against the couch. Her face buried into the pillows and her breasts were crushed against her chest by his hands. His body lay against her back as he guided his cock to her sex. His head slipped easily into her moistened slit and he held there, slowly fucking into her body and then retrieving just the tip. She again began to beg for more, finally screaming in anger again for him to fuck her. In one long thrust, he speared his cock into her sex, splitting her lips wide around the thickened, throbbing shaft and burying his member into her until his head was massaging the deepest recesses of her womb.
He fucked her with the steady, powerful skill of practice. She abandoned her young body to the pleasures that he gave her. Her ass flailed wildly against his stomach striving to swallow him deeper still into her. His face buried into her blond hair and his lips tasted her sweating neck as he plunged smoothly in and then back out in an ever heightening rhythm until the continued pressure of his head against her hidden spot brought her to full release.
The house was filled with her girlish screams of ecstasy as she threw her head back and ground her body back against his hard cock. Her screams pushed him over the edge and in a fast flurry of speeded strokes, his cock began to twitch and then erupted in long thick ropes of come deep into her pussy, just as she finished the final spasms of her own orgasm.
They made love over and over that night. Her youthful intensity seemed to fan his lust. They rested only in the early hours of pre-dawn, the girl's body wrapped securely under the man's embrace. He dropped her off silently the next morning. They kissed passionately in front of the school yard. The man felt her goodbye in the kiss and he watched her walk away without asking his name. She didn't look back.
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