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Tiffany had checked on the kids to make sure they
were still sleeping and wandered into the kitchen to make her self a drink
when the back door crashed open.
"Hi honey, I'm home!!!" a male voice yelled, then stopped short when he
saw Tiffany. "Hey who are you? Hang on, I can guess. You're the babysitter
and the old people are out somewhere?"
"That's right." She confirmed, "I'm afraid they won't be back for at least
an hour, probably two."
"Typical, I come home early and there's no one here. Never mind." He
grinned engagingly at her. "So what's your name? Should I know you?"
"You probably won't remember me, I'm Tiffany Sheldon?"
" Not the brainbox? You were what, 5 years below me at school? You have
changed, I'd never have recognised you."
"Well I've grown my hair and I've got contact lenses now."she explained.
He looked her up and down admiringly.
"Well you're looking good. Do you remember me, Dan, oldest, and most
beloved even if I do say so myself, son of this family, returning home
from University for the holidays?"
"Yes I know who you are." She replied, smiling at his way of describing
his self. He was as good-looking as ever. Along with most of the female
population of her school she had had a crush on him. Tousled blonde hair,
sparkling blue eyes and a gorgeous body made him any girl's fantasy and
when you added brains, kindness and an active sense of humour he was hard
to resist.
"So little Tiffany Sheldon, what's been happening in the old home town?
Nothing as usual?"
"Less of the 'little' if you don't mind, I'm 16 now."
"Really? When were you 16?" She went red, feeling very young and silly.
"Yesterday"
"In that case we have to celebrate. Turn that kettle off, we'll have a
real drink. Have you ever had whisky?" Trying not to behave like a
schoolgirl she smiled coolly at him.
"I like most whisky, but I prefer a single malt, at least 8 years old."
"Hey at last a fellow whisky drinker. There only seems to be Teacher's
here. I tell you what, there's some Drambrouie so I'll make you a Rusty
Nail, I think you'll like it." He mixed them both a drink, being very
generous with his measures and handed her at least half a pint of amber
liquid.
"Here's to being 16, legally old enough to have sex but not get married."
"Legally old enough to have sex but not watch films about it." she
answered, and they both laughed. He wandered through to the sitting room
and she followed, sitting down opposite him.
"I suppose there's nothing on TV as usual, so how are we going to
entertain ourselves for the next hour or so?" He asked, his eyes wandering
over her body. Feeling rather warm and nervous with his eyes on her she
took a gulp of her drink.
"How about a game of cards?" She suggested, picking up the pack she had
been playing solitaire with earlier.
"OK, what would you like to play?"
"How about German whist?"
"Yep, I know that one. How about we make it a bit more interesting?"
"If I had the money to waste gambling on cards I wouldn't be babysitting."
she pointed out.
"OK, not money. How about clothes?" She stared at him in surprise while he
grinned at her.
"What do you mean?"
"Whoever wins the hand gets to remove an item of the other's clothing,
kind of strip whist." She hesitated for a moment but the thought of seeing
him totally naked was impossible to resist. She took another gulp of her
drink.
"OK, why not" She quickly shuffled the cards and dealt. They both were
silent as they played and Tiffany quickly won the first hand. He stood up
and smiled at her.
"Where do you want to start?" he asked. Trying not to act as nervous as
she felt she bent down and pulled his sock off. She sat back and looked up
at him.
"This isn't fair, I'm not wearing socks."
"That's true. In the interest of fair play both socks will count as one
item, how's that?"
"That seems fair enough." She agreed, pulling off the other sock. He dealt
the cards again and this time he just won.
"My turn! Stand up. Hmm now what shall I take." He slowly reached out and
took hold of the bottom of her jumper. He began to slide it up over her
head, managing to trail his fingers across her skin as he did so. Trying
not to betray how his touch made her shiver she quickly sat down and began
to shuffle the cards. He slowly sat down again, his gaze lingering on the
swell of her breasts above her bra.
"You sure do hide a lot under that jumper." he remarked. Nervously she
began to deal, firmly telling herself that she was more covered than if
she was wearing a bikini. Throughout the hand she was conscious of his
gaze constantly returning to her breasts and she found it hard to
concentrate and quickly lost.
"My turn again." he said, walking over to her. He reached out and began to
slide a bra strap off one shoulder.
"Wait a minute," she protested, "My jeans go next."
"I won so I get to choose what I remove." he replied. "If you're
uncomfortable we can stop."
For a moment she hesitated, then she gave him a shy smile.
"No way am I chickening out." she said.
"I'm glad to hear that because I'm looking forward to seeing all of you."
He slowly slid both straps off her shoulders, then reached around her to
undo the clasp. He stepped back and stood there silently admiring her. She
stood in front of him, fighting the impulse to cover her self, unsure what
to do. He reached out and touched one nipple, smiling as it shrivelled and
hardened immediately.
"Hey, the deal was for clothes, not touching." She pointed out, stepping
back quickly and sitting down. She shuffled the cards well and dealt,
firmly ignoring the way he was looking at her. He didn't seem to take his
gaze off her breasts once so it was no real surprise that she won. He
stood up and she took hold of the bottom of his top to remove it. He
raised his arms straight above his head and smiled down at her. She stood
on tip-toe to try to get it off his arms but she could only reach as far
as his elbows. Her movement had resulted in her leaning into him and her
bare breasts were pressed against his naked chest. She froze for a moment
at the unfamiliar sensation of chest hair tickling her nipples.
"You could co-operate a bit" she told him. He grinned wickedly at her.
"If I must. I was enjoying myself though." To her surprise instead of
lowering his arms he slowly bent his knees. His mouth slid down her neck,
nuzzling against her, then down until he buried his face in her cleavage.
She could feel his stubble grazing the sensitive inside curve of her
breasts and it sent shivers down her spine. Reluctantly she finished
taking off his jumper and sat back down again. He gave her a sexy grin and
started to deal again.
Quickly she won again and he stood once more for her. She knelt in front
of him and began to undo the buttons on his jeans. When they were all open
she hooked her fingers into his belt loops and tugged. His jeans slid down
and his hard cock leapt out of them. She gasped in surprise and heard him
chuckle.
"Maybe I should have warned you I don't wear anything under jeans." She
knelt there staring at him, unable to tear her eyes away from her first
sight of an aroused man.
"Hey Tiffany, are you going to take my jeans off or not?" he teased.
"Oh right, um sorry." she smiled shakily up at him. "It's just I didn't
expect it to be so big." she sighed. As he felt her breath on him he gave
an involuntarily shiver and his cock jerked. Fascinated she gently blew on
him, smiling to see his reaction.
"Hey no playing, just take the clothes off. Your rules remember." He
reminded her.
"Haven't you lost? After all you've got no clothes left?" she asked.
"If I loose another hand then you've won. Any idea what you want from me
for your prize? I know what I want." She began to shuffle the cards again,
feeling nervous and excited at the same time. She knew what she wanted but
didn't know if she was bold enough to tell him. He won the next hand and
smiled triumphantly at her.
"Now those jeans come off." He knelt before her and quickly unbuttoned
them, then slid his hands inside and hooked his thumbs over her waistband.
As he slowly slid her jeans off his hands caressed her legs all the way
down. The feel of his hot breath on the inside of her thigh made her
shiver again and she quickly sat down, her legs feeling weak and shaky.
She dealt the cards and again he won. He didn't wait for her to stand up
but leant over her, sliding his hands under the waistband of her panties.
She lifted her hips for him and he swiftly removed them.
"All down to this hand then." he said as she dealt again. She quickly
finished off her drink and concentrated. Within minutes he had won. He
came and knelt in front of her, smiling deep into her eyes.
"What I want for my prize is you. I want to fuck you. Is that ok with you,
if not say so now because once I get my hands on that body of yours I
won't be able to stop." She smiled shakily back at him.
"Exactly what I want too." she whispered. He groaned and pulled her to
him, his mouth finding hers in a passionate kiss. She clung to him,
revelling in the feel of his hard body against hers as his tongue slipped
into her mouth.
Eagerly she kissed him back, arching against him as he thrust again and
again into her mouth. She felt his hands on her breasts, stroking and
squeezing them. He found her nipples, already hard, and rolled them
between his fingers as she moaned against his mouth. He lowered his head
and swirled his tongue around her breasts, teasing her as he licked them
everywhere but her nipples. Needing desperately to feel his mouth on the
hard nubs she grabbed his hair and pulled him against her nipple. He
chuckled at her impatience, then gave her what she wanted. He sucked her
nipple deep into his mouth, nipping it gently with his teeth as she
groaned with pleasure. He moved across to her other nipple, giving it the
same treatment while his hand slid down over her stomach to tangle in her
curly thatch. He slipped a finger between her thighs and felt her jerk in
surprise as he began to fondle her clit. He rubbed and stroked her until
she was writhing in pleasure, then he slid his finger further back,
dipping inside her. He stopped, startled, and looked up at her.
"Are you a virgin Tiffany?"
"Yes. Does it matter?" she asked tentatively. He smiled gently.
"I'm honoured. But what's wrong with the guys around here? Don't tell me
they're all ugly. You must have fancied some of them."
"More of a case they never fancied me. They all just think of me as a
frumpy swot."
"Well if they couldn't see further than that to the hot body you hide
under those jumpers they don't deserve you. And their loss is my gain."
He moved down between her legs and brought his mouth close to her pussy.
Gently he blew across her swollen clit, making her squirm. Then his mouth
was on her and soon she was moaning and twisting on the sofa as the orgasm
built inside her. He coated a finger with her juices and slipped it easily
inside her. He stroked and manipulated her relentlessly with tongue and
fingers until she came shuddering. He held her for a moment, gently
kissing her as she got her breath back. She opened her eyes and smiled up
at him.
"That was wonderful, but I want your cock inside me. Please."
"Don't worry, we're not finished yet. Just loosening you up a bit first."
he said, slipping his fingers back between her legs and beginning to
stroke her clit again. Within seconds the tremors started again deep
within her and he smiled in satisfaction. He knelt up to grab his jeans
and fumbled through them for a condom. Eagerly she reached out and closed
her hand around his cock, feeling it throb against her fingers. She dipped
a finger in the pre-cum oozing out of the head and gently rubbed it in.
Curiously she leant forward and licked it, wanting to taste him. He gave a
muffled groan at the sensation and she looked quickly back up at him.
"Sorry, am I hurting you?"
"No, the opposite. Do anything you like." She smiled at him, then began
licking along his shaft, first one side, then the other, as if his cock
was a lollipop. Then she licked across the head before taking him deep
into her hot wet mouth. He thrust against her as she sucked on his cock,
her fingers massaging his balls. After a moment he reluctantly pulled
away.
"If you carry on I'm going to come." He told her, quickly rolling on the
condom. He knelt between her thighs and positioned his cock, gently
pressing into her until he felt the barrier. Then he grasped her hips and
in one smooth movement thrust completely into her. She cried out at the
stinging pain and he held himself still. She felt so strange with his cock
in her, her cunt stretched and filled like it had never been before. The
stinging was subsiding and she felt, uncomfortable wasn't quite the word,
but definitely not as she had expected. Experimentally she wriggled her
hips and smiled at the tremor of pleasure it gave her. She wriggled a bit
more and felt him quiver against her. He began to slide slowly in and out
and she moved with him. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he slid
even deeper into her. She clung to his shoulders and used her legs to pull
him into her cunt as far as possible. He was sliding into her faster and
faster then she felt him stiffen and his cock jerked deep within her as he
came. The sensation was all she needed to come again. He rolled over and
held her in his arms while their heartbeats gradually slowing back to
normal.
"I'm glad I came home early and I'm very glad I won that game of cards."
he murmured, holding her close to him. "I'm looking forward to getting to
know a lot more about you." She smiled and snuggled closer, wondering just
how long it would take him to find out she was an expert card cheat. |
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