When Wallace rang the bell of apartment 19G, he was alarmed to notice that his hand was shaking. He heard the patter of unshod feet running across the carpet, and the door opened before he had a chance to compose himself. June saw him and a smile exploded onto her young face. It was the kind of smile that made a man's heart soar and melt at the same time, and Wallace grinned stupidly at her, momentarily unable to remember why he was there.
"Wally," she said brightly. Her voice was soft and deeply feminine for her age. "Are you here to fix the sink?"
"Yeah, sure am," he said, relieved. Still smiling, she stepped aside to let him in. He tried to keep his eyes off her and on the floor, but he couldn't help noticing her anyway. A fifteen year old girl had no business looking like that, he decided. Slender legs in tan pantyhose stuck out from beneath a flared skirt that ended above the knees, while a sleeveless turtle-neck sweater clung to her torso displaying her ripening breasts as softball sized swellings. She closed the door behind him, and the breeze of the door's passage wafted her perfume over him. Subtle, hints of flowers and musk mixed with the odor of fabric softener and dryer sheets.
He jumped when she touched his arm. She laughed at his reaction, not meanly though. There was nothing mean or cruel about this angel. Wallace felt his heart beating faster in his chest and reminded himself over and over of her age. It didn't matter that she was the prettiest female he'd ever known with her golden-brown hair filled with curls cascading over her slender shoulders, with her flared hips and her mesmerizing dark brown eyes. "Are you okay?" she asked, genuinely concerned.
"I'm fine," he said. "You said it was the kitchen sink?"
The smile, which had faltered, returned full f***e. She led him into the kitchen, swaying her hips subtly, not in a way that said she was doing it on purpose. Just a natural rhythm that made her curvy little ass beg to be touched. "I wasn't sure anyone would be home," he said, glancing around. The apartment was, as usual, impeccably neat.
"Mom's gone," she said, "but I didn't feel like shopping so I stayed home."
"Oh," he said, putting down his toolbag. He was alone with her? "Maybe I should come back, then. When you'r mother's home, I mean."
"Why?" she asked. "It's okay, Wally. She won't mind if we're alone together."
He gulped. "Yeah, but the neighbors might think something was going on," he said.
She made a sound of disgust. "Who cares what the neighbors think?" she asked. "I sure don't. Besides, I'm fifteen. I can make my own decisions about things like that."
"Okay," he said, gaping at her. Quickly, he turned and began pulling out the tools he thought he would need.
"Besides," she said with a giggle, "in this state, fifteen is legal. I haven't been jailbait since my birthday last month."
Wallace's hands were trembling again. He dropped a wrench, and they both bent to pick it up at the same time. Her hand found it first and his closed over hers accidentally. Their faces were inches apart, and she smiled warmly at him. He could feel her breath on his lips. "I got it," he said, only able to whisper.
"Okay," she said, also whispering. The wrench transferred from her hand to his with fingers brushing and briefly interlacing. He stood and turned, trembling even more. And, worse, he was getting a hard-on.
"Are you okay, Wally?" she asked.
"I'm fine," he said tightly.
"Because you always seem so nervous around me," she added. "Why is that? Do I make you nervous?"
He clenched the edges of his toolbag so tightly his knuckles turned white. "I'm not nervous," he said.
He could sense her moving closer, could feel the warmth of her on his skin even through his clothing. Her hand rested lightly on his shoulder. "You know," she said, "I've never had a boyfriend."
"What?" he asked, half turning, caught off guard by the unexpected comment.
"And you don't have a girlfriend," she went on. "And if you like me...I mean, that way..."
"I don't!" he blurted. "June, you're just a k**. You're only fifteen, and I can't...you're too young."
"Is that the only reason you won't turn and look at me?" she asked. "Because I'm too young for you?"
"You're not..." he began and caught himself.
June moved closer, pressing herself lightly against his side. "I'm not what, Wally?"
This was too much, too dangerous and too insane. "I should go," he said. "I'll come back later when your mother's here." He started to put the wrench into the bag.
Her hand grasped the back of his, stopping him. "Tell me, Wally," she said. There was a tremor in her voice that made him turn to look at her. Tears were welling up in her eyes, and his heart, which a moment before had been hammering, felt like it stopped. "You told my mother you thought I was a really pretty girl," she said. "Why won't you say it to me?"
"Because it's wrong," he said. "I'm almost thirty, June. Men my age aren't supposed to...feel this way."
Barriers were falling. He knew he had to get out of there, to escape, but his feet were frozen to the floor and the words just tumbled out of him. "June," he said, "I think you're probably the loveliest girl I've ever known in my life. When I see you, my heart..."
She moved closer, pressing herself between his arms. It felt like the most natural thing in the world to embrace her, to hold her. She snaked her arms around his torso and lay her cheek on his chest. He could rest his chin on the top of her head, she was so petite. He wrapped his arms around her and shivered. "What about your heart?" she asked in a tiny voice.
No, screamed his reason. Yes, yes, screamed his cock. He almost groaned as he realized she could feel it, that she had to feel it. His erection was pressing into her, and she didn't say a word about it. "I've never wanted anyone more than I want you," he said, the words rushing out with exhaled breath.
"Oh, Wally," she sighed. "You can have me if you want me."
The world spun around him. It was the opportunity of a lifetime and he knew it. He believed her, that she was willing, that she would give herself to him in exactly the way he wanted to have her. But it was wrong, wrong, wrong, and he just wasn't strong enough to accept it.
"Mom knows," she said as if sensing his thoughts. "She knows how I feel about you. That's really why she isn't here. There's nothing wrong with the sink."
"Huh?" he grunted, numb. "How you feel...about me?"
She leaned back so she could see his face, and he tilted his head so he could look into her eyes. "I've had a major crush on you for months, Wally," she said. "Mom thought...well, she said if I really wanted it, that I had to do something about it. She said you'd probably say no."
"Do something about what?" he asked, still confused. Five minutes before he was nervously responding to her call, and now he held her in his arms listening to her confess that she felt the same for him as he did her. It couldn't be real.
She blinked and chewed on her lower lip, thinking. Then she rose on her toes, her lips reaching for his. He knew what he had to do. He had to push her away, to tell her very firmly that he could not do this, no matter how willing she seemed to be. She was still just a k**, and she deserved to be with boys her age, to find a love, a real love, that would last. Instead, he whimpered and bent his head. His lips met hers sending electric chills racing through his body. At first, she seemed to be as surprised as he was that he had accepted her kiss. Then her eyelids drooped and her lips moved and Wallace pulled her small body even more tightly to his own.
She moaned, or maybe it was a muffled sigh of contentment, as her tongue invaded his mouth. She was tentative, shy, as if unsure of herself or of him, but he met her tongue with his own, devouring the taste of her like a starving man. She couldn't keep herself on her toes forever and finally let her feet take her weight again. He followed her but let gravity break the kiss. She opened her eyes and smiled.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked her. She nodded vigorously. He said, "You know what I want to do. Don't you?"
She nodded again. "You want," she said, faltered, took a deep breath and continued. "You want to fuck me."
He shuddered. She had spoken aloud the desire he dared not even think. But like Pandora opening the forbidden box, once unleashed his desires swept over him and could not be contained again. "June," he said, her name spoken as a talisman, a charm, a prayer. "Do you know what you're saying?"
"Yes," she said, nodding. "Wally, I'm tired. I'm tired of hiding myself. Tired of having no one to love me. You see me, Wally. I feel like when you look at me, you really see me."
"We don't have to..."
"I want to," she cut him off. "I want to feel you inside me, Wally. I want you to make me a woman."
Groaning, he kissed her again, hard, and she responded with equal ferocity and passion. Finally breaking away from him, she took his hand and pulled him along after her down the hall to her bedroom. It was the most girlish room he'd ever seen, walls painted pink and covered with posters and magazine clippings of boybands and male models next to Hello Kitty and shelves of fluffy, stuffed a****ls. She led him to the bed and turned to him.
"June," he asked, trembling, "I have to ask. Are you a virgin?"
She hesitated and that hesitation was all the answer he needed. "Yes," she said, "but I want this, Wally. I want you to be my first."
"Why me?" he asked. "Why not someone your own age?"
"Why do you find me attractive?" she asked. "The same reason I think you're so cute, I bet. I can't explain it. I just want it. Don't you want me?"
He groaned. "God, yes," he said.
"You want to fuck me, right?"
"Yes," he said, shaking.
"Then do it!" she almost shouted.
His limbs burned with the desire to throw her on the bed and ravish her, to ram his aching cock right into her virgin body, but he couldn't. He could never hurt her. "June," he said, imploring.
She understood, and in that understanding she made him fall in love with her. "You can fuck my pussy later, then," she said, turning. She pushed her butt against his erection and looked coyly over her shoulder. "Fuck my ass instead."
"Oh my god, June," he gasped, hands clutching at her waist and pulling her body to his. "Are you sure?"
"I love to fuck my own ass," she groaned. Her hands fumbled as she reached back to grasp his hips. "I use my hairbrush, and I always cum so hard, Wally. I want you in me. Put your dick in my ass!"
Looking back on it later, he could see that he was not acting in a sane manner. June had gone from innocent and demure to wanton whore in seconds, but his own desire was too strong. Nothing short of her mother's arrival could have stopped him from what happened next. Moaning, he pushed her forward so that she bent over the edge of the mattress. His hands shook as he flipped up her skirt. She wore a thong beneath the pantyhose, and the sight of her smooth, round little ass sent a thrill racing through him. He gripped both cheeks of her ass and squeezed, and she moaned in response. Then, of all things, she sobbed.
He froze. "What is it?" he asked.
"I'm just a little scared is all," she said.
"We don't have to do this, June," he told her. He could still stop himself, he knew that from experience. He started to lower her skirt again, saying, "We can just talk."
Her hand darted back to grab his wrist, stopping him. "No," she said. "I want this. You got no idea how much I want this. I'm just scared is all. It's okay."
"If you're scared because it might hurt..." he began.
"No," she said quickly. "It's not that. I'm sure I can take it just fine. It's..." She sighed heavily and let go of his wrist. "There's something about me you don't know."
He leaned against her between her splayed legs so that his bulging crotch nestled against her ass. He held himself off her by putting his hands down by her sides on the bed, then leaned down to nuzzle her cheek and kiss her ear. "There's nothing about you that I'm not going to love," he said to her.
"Promise?" she asked, voice trembling.
"Promise," he said firmly. She managed to turn her head and kiss his lips tenderly.
"Then fuck me, Wally," she whispered. "Fuck my ass."
Groaning, more excited than ever, Wallace hooked his fingers into the elastic top of the pantyhose, hooking the thong too, and pulled them down. He rocked back onto his knees which rested on the edge of the mattress and watched her perfect little ass come into full view. He kneaded her cheeks, intoxicated with lust. Frantically he opened his pants and shoved them down, freeing his cock. He leaned into her again, this time pressing the hot bare flesh of his cock against her soft ass cheeks. She moaned softly and reached back with one hand to claw his side.
"We need lubricant," he hissed into her ear, grinding against her.
"The bedside table," she moaned.
He hopped up quickly, drooling at the sight of her laying there so exposed and ready to be fucked. Inside the drawer of the bedside table he found three fat dildos and two different kinds of lubricant. His little angel hadn't exaggerated in her masturbatory claims, he saw, and if she could take one of those up her ass then she'd have no problem with his cock. More excited than ever, Wallace squirted the lubricant into his hand and smeared it all over his turgid cock. He used his fingers to gob more lubricant on her asshole, letting a finger slip into her as he did. She moaned deeply. He tried to reach down a little further to feel her pussy but she clamped her legs together in sudden panic and he backed off quickly.
Don't push your luck, he scolded himself. It was enough to be able to assfuck a fifteen year old in the first place. Moving quickly, afraid she'd change her mind at any minute, Wallace tossed the lubricant aside and mounted her. He kissed her ear again as his cock poked at her ass. She reached back and grabbed her cheeks to spread them. Like magic, the tip of his cock found her rosebud and lodged there. It was like it was meant to be, he thought, as he pushed forward. Her sphincter relaxed and his lubricated cock began to enter her easily. She moaned deeply, shuddering in delight as he pumped his cock quickly back and forth a few centimeters at a time, sinking deeper and deeper into her bowels. He thought he would go insane from the pleasure, from the feel of her tight ass swallowing his rod.
He had never had anal sex before, but Wallace believed it could never have been better than this. After a minute, he was balls deep in her and he paused there, enjoying the sensation of being connected to her. "Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yes!" she gasped. "Please! Fuck me!"
All doubt vanished from his mind. Bracing his knees against the bed, Wallace leaned back a little and grabbed June by her narrow waist. He pulled her up and back, keeping her impaled on his cock, but then began to fuck her. The first few strokes were gentle and shallow, but he quickly became vigorous. He pounded her ass and she never once complained. She moaned instead, moaned like a little whore in heat and the sound of her taking pleasure from his cock in her ass thrilled him. It seemed to take no time at all for him to feel orgasm approaching.
"I'm gonna cum," she shouted as if mirroring his thoughts.
"Me, too!" he groaned as the first sweet tendrils of climax tickled the edges of perception.
She moaned. "Cum in my ass, Wally," she said in a growl. "Fill my ass with your hot cum!"
Moaning, he fell over the edge. He continued to resist, making the orgasm that much sweeter, but it arrived all the same, flooding his mind with mind-blowing pleasure that burned through every nerve in his body and flooded out of him through his cock. He drove into her as deeply as he could as he released, his cock throbbing, pulsing, jetting thick ropes of sticky cum deep into her rectum. She shivered, her hands clawing the bedspread, and he knew she was cumming too.
It finally ended and he sagged over her, panting. Sanity returned in a flash and he looked down at her body, at the fifteen year old he had just fucked. But it wasn't panic or regret he felt, it was love. He loved her, wanted her again and again, wanted to give her everything and anything she ever asked for. He saw she was crying and his heart almost broke. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing," she replied quickly. "It was everything I hoped it would be. That's all."
He eased out of her ass gently and, once free, tried to turn her over. She resisted. "It's okay," he told her. "I want to hold you."
"You won't want me anymore," she said.
"What? Don't say that. Of course I'll want you again."
She pursed her lips and frowned at him. "No," she said firmly. "You won't."
"There's nothing that could stop me from loving you, June," he said to her. "Nothing."
Her eyes widened. He had used the "L" word, and it had an impact on her. He could hardly believe he'd said it himself. But she gazed into his eyes and said, "Promise?"
"Promise," he said, smiling.
She relaxed and didn't resist as he pushed her over onto her back. He moved to lay beside her and bent to kiss her. He rested his hand on her tummy which quivered beneath his touch. She kissed him tentatively. He moved his hand lower and she didn't protest or resist, but the lower his hand went the more she trembled. He felt a soft patch of pubic hair under his fingers. She sobbed. He moved lower, anticipating the first touch of her young pussy.
Something was wrong. Beneath his hand, clear and distinct, was a length of flesh protruding from her body. He gripped in gently in his hand even as he rose up on an elbow to see. She sobbed and covered her face, and he saw why. In his hand was a cock. She didn't have a pussy at all. She...
"You're a boy?" he asked, dumbfounded.
"No!" she hissed sharply. "I was born with...THAT, but I've always been a girl!"
Wallace stared at the cock he still held in his hand. It was sticky with cum, from June's cum, her ejaculate, and was only semi-erect now like his own penis. "But," he said, licking suddenly dry lips, "you have boobs, and you're so feminine, and..."
She scowled at him. "I take hormones," she told him. Even now, he couldn't stop thinking of her as "she."
He gazed into her eyes. She was beautiful, as completely feminine as he had ever known. Did it really matter what she had between her legs? She was still the same fifteen year old he had crushed on, the same one he felt he was now in love with. Wasn't she? He made his decision in a snape as he watched him, waiting for him to explode and storm out. He kissed her. That surprised her, and it took a few seconds before she responded. The kiss she gave was tentative, still unsure. He backed off so she could see his smile. She smiled back, and the next kiss was deeply passionate.
"Are you sure?" she asked when they came up for air.
"I'm sure," he said firmly. In his hand, her cock was stirring, starting to swell. He had never been with another guy in his life, had never wanted to. And, like most men, had been at least a little homophobic most of his life. But this was no man he was lying beside. Quickly, before he could change his mind, Wallace slid down the bed.
"What are you doing?" she asked, rising onto her elbows in panic.
"Shh," he told her, then lowered his face to her crotch. She put her hands on his head and tried to push him away, but her efforts were less than half-hearted. A token resistance. He could have let her push him away and there would have been no shame. But he persisted. He wanted this. He lifted her cock, still held in his hand, and put his lips to the tip. She moaned and gave up resisting.
He licked around the tip, tasting the residue of her orgasm. It was salty, but he didn't mind the taste overall. He took the tip into his mouth and slurped it. She moaned and her body shook. "You don't have to," she said.
He ignored her and took more of her cock into his mouth. Up and down he bobbed his head, taking more and more in, fluttering his tongue against the sensitive underside and using every trick he could remember a woman using on him. She grew quickly rock hard. That was her youth. But, to his surprise, he was hard again too. The feel of a hard cock in his mouth was strange, but he discovered that he didn't really mind it. To the contrary, each time he sucked her into his mouth and she moaned in response, it sent a thrill racing throug him. The same as if he were eating pussy, he realized. He decided not to think of it as "her cock" anymore. It was her clit, just a really big clit. After that, he attacked her cock with even more gusto.
She bucked her hips, crying out. "No!" she moaned. "Stop, I'm gonna cum!"
Already, he thought? He was very pleased with himself and continued to work her cock over eagerly. He was frightened by the prospect of her cumming in his mouth, but his desire to please her overrode all other considerations. She tried to push his head away. She was fucking his mouth by then, shivering. He felt her swell inside his mouth and knew the moment had arrived. She gave up resistance and grabbed his head with both hands, screaming as she arched her back and pushed up with her hips. She made a strangled, gurgling sound a moment before the first hot jet of sperm launched into Wallace's mouth.
He jerked in surprise and a little revulsion, but f***ed himself to remain where he was, taking every bit she had to give. It turned out to not be much after that first hard squirt, but he took every drop. It was hot and slick and salty, and he swallowed it all in one gulp. He let her big clit fall from his mouth and smiled up at her. She smiled back, love shining from her eyes. At her urging, he crawled up beside her and they kissed gently, cradling each other.
"I never thought it would be like this," she said to him.
"Like what?" he asked.
"So wonderful," she said. "I thought when you found out about me that you'd hit me, or you'd run away screaming. But you didn't."
"I didn't," he agreed. "Why did you take the chance, June? Why did you let me fuck you knowing I'd find out?"
She sighed. "Because I was tired of just fantasizing," she said. "I wanted to be fucked for real, to make love, and you...I wanted YOU, Wally."
He smiled and kissed her forehead. "And your mother is really okay with this?" he asked.
"Yeah," June giggled. "She said I had to start living like a girl a hundred percent or maybe I didn't really want it after all."
"Well," he told her, "you're a hundred percent girl to me. Well, maybe ninety percent." He laughed, and she realized it was a joke and laughed too, hugging him.
"I'll have the operation one day soon," she told him. "I'll be a hundred percent for you. Then I want you to really fuck me, Wally. I want you to be the first to fuck my pussy."
Warmth spread through him. "I will," he said. They kissed again. Then again. Then, in deserate need to be clean, they showered together. The first look of her completely nude, her incredibly feminine little body with that cock hanging between her legs, was surreal, but he knew as they soaped each other that the age difference didn't matter, that their bodies didn't matter. He was in love, and she seemed to love him, and that could be enough for both of them.