SEDUCTION OF THE INNOCENT
Emily had no idea how she got through the day.
She had never been so excited in all her life, but now as the clock neared eight, she began to feel nervous.
She stared at her reflection in the full length mirror that stood in the corner of her bedroom.
She looked okay, she thought. A summer of bike riding had given her a nice figure.
But, she wished that she wasn’t so short, as it made her look heavier than she actually was.
She fell back onto the bed.
Laying there, her thoughts soon turned sinful, as she thought about all the things she and Martin could do together.
Maybe in this very bed, she thought.
Her sinful thoughts were occasionally interrupted by short little naps.
She hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep the night before, as she had spent the better of last night furiously playing with herself.
She went to bed at the usual time, but sometime during the night, she had a very intense erotic dream.
It started with her alone, in her room, getting undressed. Suddenly, she felt eyes watching her from the darkness. In her dream, Emily welcomed the attention, and continued to strip down until she was completely naked.
The dream skipped ahead.
She lay on the bed, her eyes closed.
Something heavy fell on top of her, and when she reached up she felt fur.
Whatever it was, she could feel its cold tongue licking her breasts, and could feel its hot breath on her neck.
She panted, and at the same time moaned softly.
And she felt wet, so wet between her legs.
Slowly her eyes opened, and she saw bluish green eyes staring back at her.
It was a wolf.
The wolf almost seem to smile down at her.
Then it lowered its head, pushing her legs open.
She gasped as she felt its long tongue stretch out.
Emily woke up at that point, and felt so horny she couldn’t stand it.
She immediately shoved her hand down panties, and rubbed her clit raw, but no matter how many times she got herself off, it never satisfied her. She kept rubbing until she simply passed out from exhaustion.
She woke up her panties soaking wet, and still horny.
Things couldn’t have worked out better with Martin, and tonight he was going to be the luckiest boy alive.
She had, of course, dressed appropriately for the occasion: wearing nothing more than a very thin T-shirt and shorts, but no underwear and no bra.
The shorts were loose enough that he could easily pull them down.
And, she fantasied now about him becoming so overwhelmed with desire, that he simply tore her shirt off.
But that would stay a fantasy. The shirt was definitely staying on tonight. She worried that he would be freaked out by the acne scars around her cleavage and on her back.
Although, if he wanted to feel under her shirt, she certainly wasn’t going to protest.
For their movie selection, Emily had picked horror movies that she remembered had lots of naked, big breasted women having sex.
Not that she was particularly big breasted, or anything. But guys liked that sort of thing, and maybe it would inspire him to make a move on her.
Emily did stop and wonder why she was into this guy.
After all, he was just boy from the neighborhood, who was kind of weird.
Emily, hated to think that she was just starving for male attention, and that any guy would do.
She didn’t think it was that, though.
Yes, there was something odd about Martin, but odd in a good way—different.
And, for whatever reason, she felt a real connection to him.
Not that she heard wedding bells or anything around him. Nothing so clichéd as that.
It was just something about him that excited her.
Something that filled her with joy when he was around, maybe that’s why she had spent the entire summer chasing him around.
He had also complemented her, and he had come to her rescue when that gross bitch, Ms. Gillespie, had put her on the spot.
In her mind, those two things alone, were worth fucking his brains out!
* * *
“Hi, Martin,” Emily chirped excitedly, a big smile on her face.
His eyes immediately went to her chest.
She wasn’t wear a bra, and her nipples poking through the fabric of her T-shirt—a shirt that was so thin, that it didn’t leave much to the imagination.
In a heartbeat, she pushed herself up against him.
Not only, could Martin feel her nipples against his chest, he could also feel that they were very hard.
She stood on her tippy-toes and kissed him on the cheek—a very chaste kiss, when all was said and done.
Emily pulled back, and took his hand into hers.
“Are you hungry?” Emily asked, but she didn’t wait for a reply, as she pulled him into the house.
Emily led Martin down a hallway to the kitchen.
“Sit down,” she said, pointing at the kitchen table.
Martin sat, and Emily disappeared behind him.
She reappeared a few seconds later, pushing a small plate of pizza in front of him.
“It’s home made,” Emily said, excitedly. “My mom showed me how to make it when I was a kid.”
Martin tentatively picked up a slice. It smelled good, and tasted even better.
Halfway through his seconds slice, he looked up at Emily.
“Aren’t you going to eat anything?” He asked.
“I would, but I have too many butterflies in my stomach,” she answered, and laughed nervously.
Martin nodded, and picked up his half eaten slice again.
Abruptly, Emily slapped it out of his hand.
“You can finish that later,” she said.
She got up out of her chair, and leaned forward—giving him an eyeful of her cleavage.
“We really need to watch a movie now,” she said.
She ran out of the kitchen.
“Come on!” she called back. “Hurry up. I can’t wait anymore!”
Martin wiped his hands on a paper towel, and followed her out.
She moved fast, as she practically danced down the hallway.
Martin caught up with her in the living room.
“Sit here,” she said, patting a couch cushion.
He sat, and watched as Emily dropped to all fours in front of the TV.
She shook her ass slightly, as she put a disc in the dvd player.
Whether this was deliberate or done out of excitement, he couldn’t be sure, but it peaked his interest regardless.
Emily now leaned back, holding the remote in her hand.
A few seconds later, a sex scene appeared on the TV.
It was the famous Kevin Bacon scene from the first Friday the 13 TH movie.
“Oops,” Emily said, her voice somewhat sly. “How embarrassing. Looks like my dad forgot to rewind this.”
Emily sat down the couch next to him.
Martin winced as she pressed herself close to her chest. She was on the same side where Billy had kicked him.
“Isn’t this a DVD,” Martin said, regretting it almost immediately as it sounded stupid even to himself.
“Uh huh,” Emily said quietly, “Weird, huh?”
She dropped one of her hands on his thigh, the other she pressed against his cheek.
She closed her eyes, and puckered her lips.
Martin had never kissed a girl before, and he suspected she hadn’t kissed many boys either.
There was an awkwardness about the kiss, but they managed okay.
She tasted sweet, like candy—the flavor of her lipstick probably.
Martin didn’t know how he tasted to her, probably like pizza.
She pulled back, but a small string of spittle still connected them.
Her breath came out in a shaky burst.
Emily opened her eyes, looking at him—seeking his approval.
He nodded, and wisely kept his mouth shut this time.
She smiled, and then bit her lip.
On the TV screen, an arrow went through Kevin Bacon’s throat.
Martin shifted uncomfortably.
Emily eyes drifted down, and now her smile widened.
“Oh my god,” she said, laughing nervously.
Her fingers began massaging the bulge in his pants.
“Unzip your pants, she said, her voice throaty. “But don’t take them off. Let me do that.”
Opening his pants offered some relief, but his erection still felt painfully smothered between the folds of his underwear.
Emily sighed, a breathy sigh, and then she straddled him.
Martin groaned slightly, as her crotch pressed against his—with only a thin layer of fabric separating them.
Emily wrapped her arms around his neck.
Pulling him forward, she closed her eyes, and pressed her lips against his. Almost immediately she fell asleep.
TO BE CONTINUED...