Training Tracy 2

By the time my doorbell rang, it was getting close to 9pm. Tracy stood there. I didn't know if she had changed at work or gone home in between, but now she was in denim shorts. Girls her age know they are called Daisy Dukes because of the Katy Perry song, but they have never seen the TV show so they have no idea why. Above the shorts were a few inches of skin, then a yellow summer top. Since I could see the straps, I knew she was also wearing a light blue bra. Unless she had changed them, her panties were red. I stood back and she walked into the living room.

"Do you drink? I got some wine."

"A little. My parents let me drink wine with special meals. They aren't puritans about it. Obviously not in restaurants, just at home."

I poured her a glass of wine and passed it to her.

"I don't care what those jerks in Washington say either. If you are old enough to fuck, you are old enough to have a glass of Chardonnay."

"You surprise me," she said. She took a sip of her wine. "The way you talk."

"Because I said ‘fuck'?"

"Yes. You're the generation of my parents but you say words like fuck and pussy."

"I'm sure they do too...just not in front of you."

"I suppose. It's not like I talk to them about sex. It is more of an elephant in the room, out there but never mentioned."

"Parents sometimes have a hard time when their kids, especially daughters, become sexually active. And kids always have a hard time thinking about their parents fucking. Euuw."

She laughed. "Yeah. But I'm here. They must have done it at least once. Twice, because I have a little sister."

"I'm guessing they've done it a lot more than that."

"So what are we going to do tonight, Mr Trainer?"

"We are going to have dinner, as if we are going on a date. I was thinking of taking you out, but then you couldn't drink wine and we might not be able to talk freely with other people around."

"Sounds fun."

"Then we're going to kiss. Are you good at kissing?"

"I've no idea. I think the boys I've kissed were so pleased I didn't push them away that whether I was good or not didn't enter into it."

"I'm going to undress you. Are you shaved or hairy?" I actually already knew the answer having had a brief peek up her skirt.

"Nobody's ever asked me that before. In between. I don't shave, but I'm not all that hairy."

"I'm going to shave you. It's so much better for oral sex. Even for masturbation."

"Really? Okay, I suppose."

"It's my decision. I own your pussy now."

She laughed. "Okay. Take good care of it."

"I'm sure that you'll like being shaved so much you'll keep it that way."

"We'll see. Does it really make that much difference?"

"It does. In fact, let me do this. I'm going to lick you. Your pussy. Oral sex."

"Oh gosh, I so want to feel that. I've seen it on...you know...porn. I've imagined it."

"We'll do it once with your pubes. Then I'll shave you. Then a second time hairless. If you don't prefer it, I'll let you grow it back."

I picked up the wine bottle and topped up Tracy's glass. Then I opened the oven and got out the coq au vin I'd made. I liked the play on words, coq for dinner, cock for dessert. The two of us sat at the dining table. I made her pretend we were meeting for the first time, and practice smalltalk, and gradually getting to know somebody. I knew that all her friends would be from at least the start of high school, if not middle school. But when she got to university she'd need those skills, not just to find a boyfriend but to make friends, even same sex friends.

"Do you want me to undress you or would you like to try stripping?" I said, as I poured a token drop of wine into her glass, and then poured the remainder of the bottle into my own glass. I wanted her relaxed but not drunk.

"I don't think I could do it...stripping, I mean. I'm not hot enough to be a stripper."

"You're hot enough to strip for me...but tonight I'll take your clothes off for you."

I picked up both our wineglasses and put them on the table by the sofa. Then I guided her across the room, but before we sat down, I spun her around so she was facing me. I slowly lowered my lips to hers and we kissed for the first of what I assumed would be many times. Gently. Then I started to move my lips a little. She soon moved hers too. I pushed my tongue forward. Hers was waiting, just back behind her lips. It was like a spark of electricity when the tips of our tongues met. She let out a little moan. I knew she'd kissed before but somehow I don't think it had been this exciting.

I put my hand on her shoulder. There were two straps there, her top and her bra. I pushed them off to the side. Then I did the same on her other shoulder. I let my hand slip down, pushing her top and her bra-cup off her breast and feeling her nipple. Not surprisingly, it was hard. I slid one hand up her back and undid the clasp of her bra with a couple of fingers. Her breasts were so firm they barely moved when the strap went slack.

"Arms above your head," I said.

I took the bottom of her top and pulled it up, gathering her bra too, lifting everything off over her head. She was topless. I bent down, took a nipple into my mouth, and gently clamped my teeth onto it. She let out a sound, half a sigh, half a moan, as my tongue flicked over the end of her nipple and my teeth squeezed it to the point of pain. One hand caressed her other breast, and the other slipped down her back onto her ass. She was lost in her own world of pleasure, letting out little sighs and whimpers, as she sensed feelings from all over her body.

I moved my mouth up, kissing her nipple, then up over her breast to her neck, and eventually to her ear. I nibbled her earlobe.

"I want to see it," I whispered.

I let the hand on her breast slip down over her stomach to the button on the waistband of her denim shorts. I slowly undid it. I took hold of the little tab on the zipper and slipped it down.

"They are tight," I whispered. "You'll have to take them off for me."

She reached down and pushed her shorts over her hips, over the curve of her ass. When they were far enough down she let go and they fell around her ankles. Now she was just standing in her red panties.

Her panties already had a story. On after her shower that morning. Off in the shop, secreted in a shoebox. Transferred to an envelope. Back on in the Starbucks' bathroom. And now, finally, off again for the last time.

"Do you want to take your panties off yourself?" I said. "I'd like that. I want you to give me your pussy, not take it."

I pushed her gently back to the sofa and then down so she was sitting on it. She didn't need any more prompting. She pushed the waistband of her panties down, lifting up her ass for a moment, and then they joined her shorts around her ankles. She pulled up first one foot and then the other. She was naked, but still with her legs together.

"Let me introduce you to my pussy," she said in a formal voice. She spread her legs. She didn't seem to have any embarrassment like she had told me she did on prom night. She had black pubic hair, but as she had said, it was sparse, a dusting rather than a rug. Her labia were very prominent, spread out like a pink orchid nestled between her outer lips, lips that I would shave smooth later.

"Nice," I said.

"Is it okay?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I've not really seen another one. Well, some porn, of course. Even girls watch these days. It seems...well...big. A lot of other girls seem to have nothing, just the fleshy lips, and everything else hidden inside. Mine sticks out."

"They're all different. Yours is beautiful. I can't wait to taste it."

I knelt down on the floor between her outspread thighs. I reached forward and used my fingertips on both her fleshy outer lips to open up her pussy. The pink inner lips parted too, revealing the brighter pink wetness of her excitement. I could see her clit barely peeking out from under its hood. I lowered my head and touched the gently pressed the tip of my tongue into her opening.

She gasped at the first touch of a tongue on her pussy. The first oral sex of her life, a long life during which I was certain she would have her share of tongues giving their full attention to her pussy, tasting the sweetness of her nectar like I was.

I let my tongue drift up between her labia towards her clit, teasing her by not quite touching it. I moved a finger up and pressed the tip into the wet entrance to her cunt. It thought of it as a semi-virgin cunt, since she'd only had one cock, one time. I would still need to go slowly when I finally fucked her, but that would not be that night. It would be much more exciting for us both if it was gratification delayed. I slipped my finger deeper into her as the tip of my tongue finally started to nuzzle against the little hard bud of her clit.

I looked up. Her eyes were closed. She was lost in ecstasy, almost purring with pleasure. Like many girls when they are very excited, she almost looked bored. Only the little sighs of delight that kept escaping from her mouth gave it away. I started to move my finger back and forth inside her tight cunt, and my tongue stroked and circled her clit. The sighs of pleasure got louder, turning to moans. Suddenly she opened her eyes.

"It's wonderful," she said. "I had no idea how wonderful. Pure bliss."

I lifted my mouth off her for a second so I could talk.

"Do you want to watch?"

"Gosh, I wish I could. It's a shame for girls we can't see our own pussies."

I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. With my thumb I unlocked it, and put it onto the front camera, and held it out to the side pointing back between her legs. As I started to caress her clit with my tongue again, I held the phone so that she could see it all, see my pink tongue playing amongst her pink lips, see her own clit, see my finger slipping in and out of her own vagina.

"Wow. It's like porn...except it's me. I can feel it too."

It wasn't very comfortable holding one arm up with my phone while my other hand finger-fucked her and my mouth did the heavy lifting on her clit. Or rather the light, fluttery touching.

Her eyes closed again as I sensed that she was getting close. Once you know a girl, you can tell when she is on the cusp of orgasm, but the first time is always a bit of a surprise.

"Oh yes, I'm close, don't stop," she said, her voice barely more than a whisper, forced out between moans and whimpers of pleasure.

The finger inside her felt it first. Her pussy clamped down hard. She fell silent. Then I sensed the unmistakable feel of an orgasm as her pussy milked my finger. Her silence was replaced by a long, low animal-like noise. Her hips made little movements, like she was trying to fuck my mouth. I managed to keep my tongue on her clit as she rode her orgasm over the top and down the other side until it was over. She lay limply on the sofa, as if she had fainted from the intensity.

Finally, she opened her eyes. "That was incredible," she said. "Nothing like when I masturbate. Those orgasms are all down there but this was...well, everywhere. All over my body." She laughed. "I think my toes curled up."

"Do you want to see it?"

"What do you mean?"

"My phone was on record."

I sat beside her on the sofa. I felt a little odd since I was fully dressed and she was completely naked. I put the video on play and the two of us watched and listened to the replay of her orgasm.

"Wow," she said as she saw her body lose control, look half in pain, half in ecstasy.

"That was bigger than most," I said. "Don't expect that every time."

"We should keep that. My first orgasm with you."

I laughed. "Girls are so sentimental."

"Sorry. But we are. Besides, this is all my first time ever. Whereas you've had...I hate to think how many girls."

"Not as many as you might think. But, no, you are not the first."

"Can I see you?"

"Naked, you mean?"

"Yeah. I want to see it."

"Use your words, as your parents probably said to you as a toddler."

She laughed again. "Okay. Show me your cock."

"Let's go and have a shower together."

We went upstairs. I had one of those silly bathrooms that is a ridiculous waste of space given that it was just a bathroom. But it did have a big walk-in shower with multiple showerheads. She stood watching as I slipped out of my clothes. We went into the bathroom and soon were under the cascade of warm rain.

"Do you want me to do it, or will you do it yourself?"

"What?"

"Shave." I passed her the razor.

"I guess I'd better learn how, so I can keep it smooth every day or two."

"It's easier than it seems. You don't have much hair between your legs anyway."

It only took a few minutes. Her pubes were swirling down the drain and her mound was bare. I looked her body up and down. Her slit had been hidden by hair before, and now it looked inviting, the cleft that led to the pink petals of the flower that I knew were hidden round the curve of her body between her legs.

I dried her and laid her down on my bed. I was pleased that she lay there with her legs comfortably spread. She wasn't exhibiting her pussy for me, but she wasn't hiding it either. It was a good sign that she didn't have a trace of being self-conscious about her naked body.

I moved onto the bed, pushing her legs apart, pushing her knees up towards her breasts so that her bare pussy was framed between her thighs.

"It will be even better this time," I said. I lowered my mouth onto her clit.

"Oh my god, you're right," she gasped as I ran my tongue over her whole pussy, licking the length of the pillowy flesh of her outer lips before turning my attention to her pussy itself, her orchid as I now thought of it. Without the hair, it looked even more like the sort of exotic flower that you might see in a botanic garden.

I planted little kisses all over the petals, then used the tip of my tongue to just tease the very outside of her opening. I moved up and down, kissing her clit, teasing her labia, just entering inside a tiny bit. In no time she was moaning again. I brought up my finger and brought that into the teasing, slipping it just inside, just enough to spread her wetness around, then letting it fall down. I thought she might protest, or at least be surprised, when my finger found her asshole, but she lay their motionless, absorbing all the wonderful feelings that were flooding her body.

I didn't do more than rub her asshole as my tongue teased her clit until she was almost there. Then I detonated her. I forced my full finger into her ass and my tongue attacked her bare clit. She screamed, her body jerked like she was having a fit, and she shook as her orgasm exploded and her body flooded with undiluted joy. The shaking gradually softened to shivering as her orgasm gradually faded. My finger fucked her virgin ass as my tongue coaxed the final ripples of pleasure from her pussy.

I moved up beside her on the bed, took her into my arms, and kissed her.

"It was wonderful before," she said. "I didn't think it could get better still. But bare...no hair...it's at another level."

"Can you stay the night, or do we need to get you back for your curfew?"

"I can stay. I told my parents I was staying with a friend. And I told the friend to cover for me if they checked. It'll cost me something. She'll be desperate to know where I was really."

"Just tell her the truth."

"She'd never believe me. I don't really believe it myself. I was at work in the shoe store. Some stranger older than my parents gets me to take my panties off. Then he gets me to come to his house, cooks me a wonderful dinner, shaves me, and gives me the best sex of my life."

I laughed. "It's not like you've had much for comparison."

"True. But girls talk. I know what it's like for my friends and...let's just say it doesn't sound as intense as it was tonight. And we haven't even fucked yet."

"I'll fuck you if you want. But I thought we'd leave that for next time."

"Yes. I feel drained. I think you took all the energy out of my body with those orgasms. I can barely keep my eyes open. But are you okay? Shouldn't I do something for you?"

She reached over and wrapped her hand around my cock.

"Stroke me," I said.

She started to slide her hand up and down my cock.

"Use some of your juice for lube," I said.

She reached down between her legs a couple of times and transferred some of her wetness to my cock. Then she started to stroke me again.

"Have you done this before?"

She blushed. "Yes, a few times."

"Does a few times mean once again?"

She laughed. "No. This time it means three times."

"Three times. Or three boys."

"Oh god, you know all my secrets. Both."

"Have you ever sucked a cock?"

"No, never. The first time I saw porn, the girl sucked the guy and I knew it was something I wanted to try one day. Do you want me to try it now?"

"No. Just stroke me tonight. Tomorrow we will have time and I will teach you. Are you working tomorrow? What time do you start?"

"I open tomorrow, so I have to be at the store by 9.30 in the morning to open the store at 10. But I finish at 3 in the afternoon."

"I'll skip out of work early and be here soon after 3."

"I'm not going to be able to concentrate at work tomorrow. I'll be thinking about sucking your cock all day. Is yours big? I mean it's bigger than prom night boy."

"I've been told it is pretty big. Thick, anyway. Guys don't get to see other cocks."

"You don't see in the locker room?"

I laughed. "We're not erect in the locker room."

She laughed too. "Right. What an idiot question that was."

"Go a bit faster, I'm close."

She stroked my cock a little harder, a little faster. The first blast shot up my belly in a long white rope, then smaller spurts after that.

"It always looks so hot," she said. "The way it pumps out."

That made me think of something. "Are you on birth control?"

"Yes."

"Why, if you don't have a boyfriend?"

"Because if the opportunity arises I want to have a boyfriend. Or maybe even casual sex. As you discovered, I'm ready. And I knew it."

"This isn't boyfriend sex or casual sex."

"No. This is my training. I have lots to learn. It feels like a special sort of sex. More serious. It's a month until I go to college.

"Training month."

"Yes."

"Do you want to clean me up?"

"You mean go and get some tissues?"

"No. I mean lick it up."

"Oh gosh. That's both hot and weird. I'll try."

She bent down and licked the cum off my belly. Once that was clean she experimentally wrapped her lips around my cock and used her tongue to lick my cockhead clean. It was a little trailer for the following night's movie when she would suck me off properly.

"All clean," I said.

She laughed. "I don't know if that counts as being a good girl or a bad girl."

"Well, spread your legs and let me make sure you are a girl."

She pretended to push me away. "You're a dirty old man. Look at you. Fucking a teenager at your age."

I smiled. "I would like the court record to document that I haven't actually fucked you."

"You will."

"We both know that. That's why we don't have to rush. Tomorrow you suck. Fucking will eventually happen, as we both know. Are you happy?"

"Totes. This is so unexpected. But I'm going to have a wonderful time before I go to college."

"You'll have a wonderful time at college too. Using what you are going to learn."

"I suppose."

I kissed her again. "You might not be a NASCAR competitor, but you'll be ready."

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