I could not believe that Jenny had deserted me like that. Naked I pulled myself up from the bed and gazed around the room in total confusion. I was still reeling from my climax and unable to think clearly.
Tears streamed down my face as I stumbled around finding my discarded clothing and dressing. A deep hurt was replacing the puzzlement. If that was the way Jenny wanted to play it, then fine. I wasn't about to join in the game with her.
Fully dressed and with my weekend bag packed I called a taxi to come and collect me to go to my own home. If she was to bring that young girl back here I wanted no part in the matter.
By the time I was seated in the car speeding along the roads, I had recovered some of my composure. The driver, a surly man with two days growth of stubble adorning his jaw, seemed to sense that I was not in the mood to talk.
I was seething and hurt. My feelings for the blonde Jenny were raw. What did she think she was doing. She had pursued me, overcome my reluctance, seduced me and then dumped me like a soiled rag.
By the time I was home tears were flowing pretty freely and the cab driver awoke out of his surliness to ask if I was ok. I mumbled my thanks, paid him and ran into my home.
The door slamming behind me, closing out the outside world, was the sound of the final step.
Still sobbing I ran a bath and stripped out of my clothes. Jenny's perfume clung to me and I wanted rid of it. The hot water soothed my nerves and helped erase the dejection I was feeling.
About two hours later the phone rang but I chose to ignore it - some inner sense telling me the caller was Jenny. There was no way I could possibly talk to her at present. Anyone who could break off with love making to chase off after another prospective partner was not a good bet in my book.
There were two more calls before I decided that I would go to bed. I didn't answer either of them.
The next day was Sunday and I drearily thought over what I was going to do.
The whole day was before me and if Jenny hadn't been such a colossal idiot I would have been with her.
The phone rang again and this time I picked it up.
"Sarah?" It was Jenny.
"What possessed me to do what I did to you?" she mumbled. "You have every right to hate me for it".
"I just hope the little girl was worth it" I said my voice tight with emotion.
"Oh don't talk about her. It's you I that I care about".
"That's a load of rubbish. You couldn't get to see her quickly enough".
There was a silence at the other end.
"What's the matter. Didn't your intuition work out correctly. Did she tell you to clear off", I said.
"No. As a matter of fact she came back here with me - but you'd gone".
"Well what did you expect?"
"You don't understand do you?" she said. "She only back here with me because she thought you would be here".
"Me?"
"Yes you. Marie thought you had sent me to get her".
"What? You must be joking!" I said.
"I don't joke about things like that". There was a tight edge to her voice and I could tell she was not best pleased.
Jenny the predatory woman lover had been put into second place by a young, probably inexperienced girl. The idea sent a warm glow coursing through me. I remembered the slimness and the tight firm breasts that had held my attention in the restaurant. Jenny must really be mad at me I thought.
When I came off the phone I was tingling. Things were certainly taking a sudden and unexpected twist. An attractive and seemingly available lass was apparently keen to get to know me better. The idea was quite fascinating and alluring.
Jenny's introducing me into lesbian love had opened a whole new aspect of life for me. No longer was I satisfied to allow the world to pass me by. The thrills and pleasure I had been shown were now the driver.
Little Marie fancied me! The thought echoed through my brain over and over again. How could a young inexperienced girl appreciate what that exactly meant. Would she, if I was to make a play for her, run screaming and yelling. Well there was only one real way I was going to find that out. I could choose to ignore her infatuation or I could take a leaf from Jenny's book and see just how far I could get. I had no real idea how to go about it but it was worth a try.
It was Tuesday evening before I took myself off to the restaurant and nervously entered the half empty dining room. Apparently Tuesdays was not a very busy evening. I saw Marie at the far end of the room but she had her back to me. I liked what I could see very much. The crisp white blouse tucked into quite a figure hugging black skirt and dark hose on her shapely calves. A shiver of apprehension knotted my stomach.
I was shown to a table by another girl and sat quietly watching and waiting for Marie to spot me. Sure enough she did and immediately there was a hesitant smile of recognition.
She finished serving the customers she was involved with and then made her way down between the tables to where I was seated. Oh the lithe swing of those beautiful hips sent signals to my brain.
"Hello" she said softly. "I wondered how long it would be before you came again".
"I had to sample your immaculate service again" I replied. Her cheeks coloured to a delicate shade of pink. "Besides Jenny said that you wanted to meet me".
For a split second sheer panic spread across her pretty face. This was the moment she would cut and run I thought. She cast her eyes around the room with out answering.
"Is it true then Marie?" I probed gently. "Do you want to meet me?"
Dumbly she nodded without looking directly at me.
"But you're frightened?" I went on. Again she nodded.
"Scared stiff" she admitted in a hoarse whisper.
"Don't be scared" I said quietly. "I don't bite".
Marie had to leave me at that moment to attend her job but I saw her watching me carefully as if waiting for something.
Eventually she returned to stand next to my table.
"I get off in an hour. Can we meet somewhere to talk?" I smiled and nodded.
The more I saw of this girl the more I was convinced that she would make an adorable lover. There was a pureness about her, an untouched aura that I particularly liked. She was probably a virgin but that did not mean that she couldn't have feelings and desires.
We met outside in the car park later. As we walked I realised just how much smaller she was compared to me. The top of her head barely came up to my shoulder. She was dressed in a dark blue anorak with a hood that was pulled up to hide her light brown hair. If anything she looked even younger dressed like this and I had doubts about the correctness of what I was planning.
"I was very disappointed when I didn't get to meet you at that other woman's house. She's nice but she is not the one I wanted to get to know".
"Why me?" I asked.
"Because I know you" she answered. "You teach at the school I went to until last year. I left in July and often thought about you".
This confirmed to me that Marie was little more than sixteen years of age. I was ashamed to say I didn't remember her but then it was rather a large school with well over a thousand pupils.
Seated in my car she unzipped her jacket and pulled it open. Her breasts were quite small and again through the thin material of her blouse I could see the intricate lace of her frilly bra.
I swallowed and nervously tried to keep my gaze away from her chest.
"It's alright Sarah - I don't mind you looking at me. In fact I rather like it" she said in a tone that was positively dripping with sex. How could anyone so young get this confident. I certainly had not been when Jenny had first met me.
"You're very young" I mumurred.
"But not too young" she grinned impishly. My stomach did a cartwheel and down between my legs a burning itch started. I was fast coming to the conclusion that I, and this young lady, were destined to end up in bed. Judging by her manner I don't think this was something she feared too much.
It only took a few moments to determined that she would like to come with me "for a coffee" as I put it. We both knew that not much coffee was going to be drunk.
The drive to my small home only took a matter of ten minutes and each mile that passed had me getting further and further up the ladder of sexual turmoil. If she only knew how much I lusted after her delicate, almost fragile body. How much I wanted to kiss her tiny breasts and lose myself in her fragrant secret places.
"Jenny was nice but you are much nicer" she said.
"I don't know about that" I said. "I got the distinct impression that you and she were connecting".
"She misread the situation" Marie smiled. At least Jenny had been correct up to a certain point I thought. This vulnerable little girl was a lot more advanced than either of us had given her credit for.
"How do you know that I haven't misread the situation as well?" I asked.
"Jenny told me that she and you are lovers and that is exactly what I want as well"
I parked my car in the driveway and led Marie to the door.
The hallway was cool after the clammy warmth of the evening air outside. For a moment or two she hesitated and then slipped out of her unfastened jacket. Clearly outlined in the fabric of her blouse were her twin nipples, big and proudly showing. I swallowed nervously. Now the moment was upon us I was more than a little afraid. She was so much younger than me.
Marie must have sensed my fear because she simply moved closer to me and slipped into my arms as if it was the most natural act in the world. Gently I held the small slender frame, quite liking the heat from her where she touched me.
After several moments she pulled back so that she could look direct into my face.
"Can I use your bathroom to clean up. I've been at work since two o'clock and I must smell like a rubbish bin" she said.
Relieved at the reprieve of having to take things a stage further I hurried to show her the shower and after finding a couple of towels left her to it.
I did notice though that she made no effort to close or lock the door.
I busied myself making two mugs of steaming coffee and letting my feelings get back to some semblance of normality. In spite of her tender years I wanted this girl in the worst possible way. Jenny had a lot to answer for in awakening my sexuality.
The noise of the shower stopped and I heard Marie humming softly to herself.
Seconds ticked away before I was aware of a movement in the kitchen behind me. I turned.
Marie appeared even smaller as she was, wrapped in a fluffy white towel which covered her from above her small breasts down to just below her hips.
She smiled and wiped a wisp of damp hair from her face. My heart lurched again and I was reminded of the first time I had seen this delightful girl in the restaurant. Dressed as she was she was much more sexual and available.
On bare feet she crossed to where I stood and leaned forward so I could actually smell the shower gel on his skin. Defeated I closed my eyes and let my mouth find hers.
Her kiss was alive and animated as our lips mashed against each other. I heard her moan softly. My hands pressed her nearer to me and her thin frame moulded itself to me. Oh she felt so right against my breasts.
By accident or design the towel which covered her nudity came unfastened and dropped with a slight rustle to the floor around her feet. Under my hands now was the silken smoothness of her youthful skin.
As our mouths parted she breathed huskily.
"Take me to bed Sarah".
My heart was beating like a trip hammer as I led the naked girl through the house to my bedroom. The sight of her laying propped on my pillows was a vision that will most likely stay with me for the rest of my life. She was absolutely gorgeous.
Her tiny breasts were a wondrous thing to behold. Little more than slight swellings they were capped with the most prominent nipples on any female. Her stomach was a flat plane that rose up to the brown haired summit of her mons. Modestly her thighs were closed but even so the deep furrow of her labia was easily visible.
I was afraid that up against her I was going to seem very old and ordinary.
Even as I was taking my clothes off I was having these worrying thoughts.
Fearfully I watched for any sign of horror or disgust on her pretty expectant face. But there was none.
I straightened so that my boobs took on their full, stiff tipped normal position and looked into her admiring eyes.
"I had an idea that you would be a knockout" she whispered.
Thankfully I lowered myself down onto the mattress beside her and took her into my arms. Immediately she rolled and slithered on top of me and I had the wonderful sensation of her rock hard nipples scraping along my torso. Opening my legs I drew her nearer so that she was laying forcing down onto my hairy mons and sending lightning pulses up through me. I cried out.
Starting very slowly she began rocking and undulating, our mons crushing each other in a frighteningly stimulating way. She sobbed quietly forcing her hot face into the crook of my shoulder. Hot breath fanned across my neck and down across my chest.
"Oh my dear Sarah" she whispered. "Hold me tight".
My thighs surrendered the prize of my sex to her grinding pelvis and I soared into the realms of undiluted passion. Over and over the solid little mound of her mons crashed into my leaking furrow and I began to groan in unison with her. She was exactly in the right spot.
"Don't stop" I begged.
Far from doing that she doubled her efforts and soon I was being pounded unmercifully. Bucking and writhing I used her to propel me higher.
Marie could not possibly be innocent went through my mind as the climax that threatened me grew stronger and stronger. It was like inflating a balloon until the point of no return was reached and the explosion would leave me wrecked.
My hands went to her thin hips and aided her efforts. She grunted, I grunted.
As the red mist fell and I closed my eyes I screamed my achievement loudly and spasm after spasm rocked me. It seemed to go on forever.
I was shaking and gasping for air as I came down from the high. Marie was in a similar state.
Carefully I rolled her to one side. She was sweating and her skin was glistening with the sheen. I smoothed my hands up from her hips to the twin mounds of her small breasts and she heaved in response as my fingers claimed her tense nipples.
"Oh God!" she mumbled. "You can do that forever".
I lowered my face to them and gently kissed the sweet tasting stiffness. They were so alive and obviously a source of great excitement to her. Flicking my tongue over and around them brought even bigger reactions from her.
"I've never got off that quickly before" I admitted to her. "You must be something very special".
She smiled happily. "I suppose I just found the right trigger" she whispered.
"Well just keep on squeezing that trigger" I smiled.
I would like to thank the many who have sent me mail complimenting me and encouraging me to continue this little story. It is very much appreciated and I love to hear the stories some of you have told me. I feel very privileged to be told them.
Sarah