The 19 Year Old Virgin Next Door (2 page)

“No, my wants are pretty basic,” I said,
because they are.

I opened up a second towel, watching closely
as she lifted her ass up enough for me to slide it under her but
not high enough not to touch her.

“This is going to hurt,” I told her.

“Go for it,” she said acting brave.

When she was situated I poured some sterile
saline solution over her wounds to wash out the smalls pieces of
grit and rock lodged there. She let out a scream and punched my arm
so I stopped pouring.

“Why did you stop?” she asked.

“Because you screamed and punched me,” I
said.

“I’m not a pussy, I just have a pussy, get
the difference?”

This was a whole other girl from the one at
the market. When she was at the market she would never use the word
pussy. The stereotype of the good girl/bad girl dream I’d had so
often. I poured more saline onto the wound and this time she tried
to tough it out. I could see tears welling up in her eyes but she
didn’t make a sound.

Next I picked up some tweezers and started
removing chunks of pavement embedded in her flesh. Then I had to
cut away some of the skin that had been scraped aside. She stopped
me, hopped off the counter and hopped over to the wet bar again.
She added some vodka to her glass then hopped back and climbed back
onto the counter where she took a very long drink.

“Ready,” she said as she set the glass
down.

I kept picking bits and pieces of gravel out
of her wounds. She clenched her teeth and tried to pretend she was
tough, but after a bit she screamed again. As she screamed she
arched her back, threw her chest out, and tensed up her entire
body. As I washed away the blood and grime again it became clear
that she had a collection of small cuts, all of which had bled
quite a bit but were now just oozing.

“Stop squirming,” I said and I dabbed some of
the cuts with gauze, making sure they were as clean as I could get
them.

“Stop making it hurt,” she said.

It took a few more minutes and several more
cries from her lips, but soon I had the worst of it cleaned up.

“I think you’re okay for now, but let me
inspect it once more to be sure,” I said.

I had the best of intentions as I moved in
for a close look at her ankle, touched the flesh around each
scrape, and slowly worked my way up her leg, pouring more saline
onto the wounds that needed it and removing flecks of dirt when I
found them. When I got to the top of her thigh she rolled fully
onto her right side facing away from me

“Go ahead, Mr. Brandon, you’ve earned a close
up view of my 19 year old ass,” she said trying to sound in
control.

My hand arched out and I gave her ass cheek a
healthy slap which echoed off the cabinets and she cried out.

“Ouch, you bastard!” she said as she rolled
back toward me, her arm swinging out to hit me, but rolling too far
and falling over the edge of the counter. I had pulled back to
avoid being hit but when I saw her falling to the floor I leaned
down and caught her. My hand found itself filled with her one
remaining unscathed ass cheek and her face turned to mine.

“I’ll let you grab my ass. You don’t have to
force me off the counter to do it, Mr. Brandon,” she said.

“I, it, I…” I was speechless. I was trying to
help and found myself in an uncomfortable spot.

Her eyes held mine for a few seconds then her
lips reached out and kissed me on the cheek again. “You’ve saved me
twice in one day, pretty good record, Mr. Brandon.”

I lifted her up and set her on the counter
once again. “You are the biggest cock tease around,” I said. My
voice sounded angrier than I felt, though I was kind of over this
whole thing and wanted to move on. The trials and tribulations of a
19 year old would get old pretty fast.

“How do you know I’m teasing?” she said with
a smirk. “I might want to do you right here.”

There was a moment when I almost laughed, but
I knew it was the wrong response no matter what. I looked into her
eyes and saw that there was no deception hidden there. “I need to
put some antiseptic on your wounds. It will hurt. Then you are free
to move on to your next adventure.”

“I’m not a tease,” she said. “I just keep
guys at a distance unless I really like them. I wouldn’t want them
to get the wrong idea.”

“Whatever,” I said. I was over the drama and
ready to move on to the next thing on my list. Still, it was nice
to think about as my cock strained my shorts

“You’ve always been nice to me, Mr. Brandon.
Remember, I’m just fucking with you, except when I’m not,” she
said. Before I could reply, before I could breathe, she used both
hands and pulled her bikini top up and off and flung it onto the
floor next to her ruined shorts.

My eyes went right to the two hard nipples
standing upright, the curve of the breast as it melted into her
ribs, the outline of the muscles in her stomach, and all the way
down to the top of her lacy thong. I enjoyed it, but then leaned
down and picked up her bikini top and handed it to her. This was a
change that I wasn’t sure I wanted to deal with.

“If you feel the same way tomorrow or the
next day, drop on by and I would love… to see your boobs. But today
let’s get you patched up and on your way,” I said as I turned my
head away

She reached out for the bikini top, took it
from me and threw it even further away. “I’m always naked at home,
so why can’t I be naked in your house. You want me to feel at home,
right?” she asked.

My cock had been straining my shorts for
quite some time and I need to finish with her and get it some
relief. “Let me put the antiseptic on you, bandage you up, and be
done, okay?” I asked. My voice was rougher than intended.

“Sure, go for it.” She said. She leaned back
into the counter, her taut breasts still on display, her lacy thong
still the only thing she wore. I looked up at her and she was
smiling at me. It was a sweet smile that had something else behind
it.

I pulled out small surgical pads to cover the
wounds. I had some special antiseptic cream and applied it
liberally to all of her wounds. We were both silent the whole time
I was working but her eyes followed my every move. When that was
done I taped them down loosely enough to cover everything. When I
fixed the last piece of tape she swung her legs over the edge of
the counter, reached out to me, pulled my face close, and kissed me
on the lips. It was anything but innocent. “Thank you, Mr.
Brandon.” She kissed me again, deeper this time. When our lips
parted she pulled back and looked into my eyes.

“You’re welcome, Darla,” I said.

One of my hands had tape in it the other was
gripping her unhurt thigh. Then she turned to look out the front
window, and shrieked. “My neck, ouch, shit!”

“You’ll probably be sore for a day or two in
a lot of areas,” I tried to sound cheerful. “Hey, you have a story
to tell now.”

“I don’t want a story, my neck is sore,” she
whined.

Our faces were still very close and she
leaned forward to kiss me again. I set the tape down and pulled her
closer. She was willing so we kissed tenderly.

Suddenly she started to laugh and I was happy
to have the mood lightened a little bit. “I need to pee so bad, can
I use your john?” she asked.

“Sure, I said, pointing the way.

When she limped away I gathered up the trash
and threw it away, then gathered up the remaining items and took
them back downstairs to my bathroom. I walked back upstairs, my
hard-on pointing the way. I poured us some more juice and was
leaning up against the counter sipping mine when she walked back
into the kitchen. Her thong was twirling around her index finger
and she stood there naked. I never coughed, didn’t make a stupid
remark, I just took in the view. If this was my reward for patching
her up I was now paid in full.

She had a small landing strip of hair just
above her pussy that was cut very close. Her body had definition
and a shape to it that I had not noticed before. But what stood out
was how confident she was standing there naked in front of me. My
cock was straining the fabric of my shorts as she walked closer
then dropped the thong on the floor.

“I told you I’m not a tease,” she said, then
clumsily got down on her knees in front of me. I didn’t move,
didn’t resist. I had already tried to push her away and still she
persisted.

“I..” I started to talk but she cut me
off.

“You are going to shut up now,” she said as
her hands reached out and caressed my cock through the material of
my shorts. She pulled me closer and I gladly complied. She was
having trouble keeping her balance because it caused her pain every
time she moved her left leg. She moved closer in to me and I didn’t
resist, just watched as she tugged and my shorts fell to my ankles.
My cock was out and in her face, hard, hurting, needing its own
relief.

My hand reached out and took a handful of her
hair into it, pulling her to my steel hard cock, pulling her in to
give me the relief I needed. She was still the sweet girl from the
grocery store but now I wanted to turn her over my knee and spank
her, teach her not to fuck with me. I liked direct honest
conversation and had little time for the games of most young
ladies.

Her lips held a grin as my cock crossed their
border for the first time. She took the head of my cock inside, ran
her tongue all the way around it then pulled it out. She grinned up
at me then ever so slowly began to force her lips over my cock, her
mouth wet, warm, willing. I leaned back into the counter and a moan
escaped my lips.

I felt her head tilt to one side as her lips
started to rotate around my cock, “Ahhh…” she cried out. All motion
of her mouth on my cock stopped, she pulled back and I thought I
heard my cock cry out “No, no…” but it was probably just my
imagination.

When I thought she was quitting her lips
touched the head of my cock again and licked the head, then began
to suck my cock in once again. “Ahhh…” she cried out again. I
pulled myself out of her mouth and pulled her up to her feet.

“You tried,” I said. “I give you points for
trying to return the favor with a blowjob, but today isn’t the day
for it.”

Both of her hands wrapped around my cock and
began stroking me slowly. She was doing what the boys she dated had
her do for their own relief but she didn’t know what she was doing.
Besides, her mouth had been so soft and warm and I held out hope
she might finish what she started. It was not going to happen.

“I’m sorry, it hurts,” she said, and I saw a
tear rolling down her check.

Those words echoed in my ears a few minutes
later when I carried her out to the car of a friend who had come to
pick her up. I set her down on her feet by the car and she turned
to me. “I’m not a tease, I owe you for what you did for me, Mr.
Brandon, I swear. You will be rewarded.”

As I approached my house two weeks later I
saw her piloting her skateboard straight for me. I’d been out of
town for most of that time, and had just enjoyed an afternoon of
volleyball on the sand. That meant I was covered in sand, but
seeing her riding her skateboard again and the grin on her face,
well, it was nice to see.

There’s a 20 foot wide stretch of concrete
called the Strand that runs for 30 or so miles in Los Angeles right
along the coast and the beach. My house is just off of it, and as I
crossed the Strand she basically threw herself into my arms, kissed
me on the lips, then kissed me again.

“So, you’re not mad at me?” I asked.

“I am extremely mad. Where the hell have you
been? It’s been two weeks and I’ve been faithfully staking you the
entire time,” she said, a silly grin on her face.

“I’ve been traveling, but I’m glad to see you
healed up nicely,” I said.

“My leg is still sore,” she said, but she was
smiling so I knew it would pass.

“I need to rinse the sand off,” I said as I
walked down the side of my house. She kicked her skateboard into
her hand and walked with me to the outside shower.

An outside shower is required if you live at
the beach. Mine was on the side of the house right by the door into
the utility room. It was also behind a six foot tall fence so I was
in the habit of stripping and showering after time spent on the
beach. It was shielded from the beach but not from nosy neighbors.
I turned on the water and made it hot.

“Turn around, I’m shy,” I told her.

“That’s okay, I’ll watch,” she said as she
licked her lips.

Our eyes locked but she didn’t turn away. So
I stepped out of my shorts and walked under the hot water, then
turned to look at Darla. For once she was speechless. She stood
there holding her skateboard with her hip thrust out, grinning at
me. My cock was already getting harder and pointing in her
direction. As I rinsed she set her skateboard to the side, pulled
off her bikini top and dropped her shorts, kicking out of her flip
flops at the same time. No thong this time and once again I was
staring at this beautiful naked 19 year old girl.

She took the step and a half to walk under
the shower with me then and took my cock in her hand. “I’m very
glad to see you again, Mr. Brandon.” She was giggling so loud I
broke out laughing too.

Darla has a crazy good energy that is
infectious. I’d seen it in the grocery store when the lines were
moving slow. She was always cheerful which always meant she had the
longest line in the store every time. I always made sure to get in
Darla’s line to checkout even when it was longer.

I pulled her close, kissed her deep then
lightly started to rub some lingering sand off of her. She did the
same, caressing my skin, until we had both massaged each other’s
entire body. Then she collapsed into my arms, pulled me in close,
and began to kiss her way down my chest, stomach, and into the soft
patch of skin just below the navel.