Two days after my wonderful experience with the cute, and I had to admit sexy Pip, I was picking up Amy and Miranda from a field Hockey game. I had got there early. I told myself it was to get a good parking space. But I had to admit, I wanted to see the athletic young Miranda in her hockey kit. I arrived just right; she was running with the ball. Her long, toned, and tanned legs were a sight to see. I had to admit that her athletic body had been on my mind more than I realised. As she stoped I could see the swell of her budding breasts. I knew then I would do anything to see more of her.
“She is just perfect, isn’t she?” Amy seemed to sigh as she said it
“What?” I said, wondering if I had heard her correctly. Perhaps the noise of the small crowd confused me.
“I said she’s great, isn’t she?” Amy was nearer to me now, and I heard her. I was sure she hadn’t said that, but I didn’t dig further.
“She does look good out there”, I said, hopefully sounding neutral.
Amy just smiled at me and leaned into me. It wasn’t long until the game had finished; as I was only catching the end, it didn’t seem either side had been victorious.
“Miranda will need cheering up. They were hoping for the points from this game.”
“I am sure I can help with that; she won’t object to a good pie or cake, will she?” I asked, knowing how seriously Miranda had taken her fitness.
“That’s a start, but you’ll have to wait for me as I need to run an errand. Are you okay with me leaving you at the coffee shop?”
“Yeah, of course.”
Normally, if Miranda stayed under Amy’s watch after a game, she would be in her tracksuit; today, however, she just dressed in a cleaner hockey kit. Her short blue skirt, without socks, just trainers and a tight t-shirt, showed off her athletic figure. I couldn’t get enough of her legs; they were long and smooth, and her tan made her skin look almost golden. Where had this sudden interest in her come from? Pip had drawn me in almost randomly, but I knew I had agreed to come here to satisfy a curiosity I had left buried in my mind. Now, I no longer cared. I was wondering how I could get closer to this young beauty.
I got in the coffee and Miranda’s cake at the shop and sat opposite her in the booth. The shop was too far from the playing field, and we were not the only post-match customers. Miranda knew most of the girls here, and they knew me through the occasional sighting at matches.
“Are we allowed to speak about the game?” I asked carefully
“Yeah”, she sighed, “We didn’t lose; we drew, but that makes it all the harder now as the teams we are coming against next are tough. A deserved result, though; we didn’t come together as a team.”
“You’ll just have to motivate them next time,” I told her
“Me, I am not the Captain; Kate’s the Captain” She looked around, probably to see if she was here. “There she is”
I noticed her pointing to a redheaded girl sitting with what I presumed were her parents. Her mother looked to be talking to her intensely.
“At least I don’t have to put up with that,” she said
“What, the post-match grilling?”
“Yeah, Mum and Dad come to the big games and just support me; Amy comes to all of them and just listens to me go on and on about them”, she paused. “Unfortunately, Kate’s parents think she can go all the way.”
“I thought most of you played for the county and the school?” I asked her
“We do; I mean, she could play for England and get a chance to go for the Olympics. We have one who did it already, Lyn Carter, and she is only 20 now; you may see her at the next county game,” the energy in Miranda’s voice told me she looked up to Lyn
“What about you? Amy keeps telling me you have people asking about you.”
“Yeah, and that has worried Kate; I think it is why we are not playing so well; she and I aren’t getting on too well” This made her unhappy, I could tell, “which means I don’t have a regular tennis or exercise partner.”
“What about Pip?”
Miranda laughed and had to put her coffee down. It seemed I had replied at the worst possible time and said something foolish.
“Pip? I know she looks great and everything, but she has no stamina, runs, waving her arms about, and has no balance. One time I played tennis with her and had to go so slow it was embarrassing,” she smiles. “I think I will stick to what she and I connect on.”
“And what is that?”
“Music, boardgames…” she trailed off
I just looked at her, silently encouraging her to continue.
“Boys”, she said quietly, “I shouldn’t be saying that to you?”
“Why am I one of the boys?” I probed
What surprised me here was she giggled and went red. Until now, I had forgotten I was talking to a sixteen-year-old; she had seemed so thoughtful and mature. But now I saw that clear, youthful skin reddening, and she looked down, hiding her face from me.
“We did agree that there was a reason to think Amy was a very lucky woman.”
“I am normally being told I am a lucky man to have Amy.”
“I am sure they are right,” she said, almost going redder than before
I thought I had backed myself into the wrong corner, making her so embarrassed that I almost didn’t ask the next question. But I noticed Amy arriving and realised if I hadn’t asked now, I wouldn’t have had the chance to do so for almost a week.
“I train, and I could help. I play tennis—probably not as good as you, but I can help you practice your swings. Plus, I have a tennis court—you know you use it often enough with Amy. Why don’t you ask her?”
“Yeah, maybe”, she said shyly, still looking embarrassed.
Amy got to the table and looked at Miranda
“What has he been saying?” she looked at me then and back at Miranda
“It was me; it was something I said and realised I shouldn’t.”
Miranda looked at me again, an eyebrow raised
“All she said was that her and Pip’s friendship was based on talking about boys” I didn’t add what I had said.
“Can I come practice and train with you at Simmons’s place at the weekend?” she asked quickly.
“I can’t be there,” Amy replied. “But I am certain your parents will be fine if Simon looks after you.”
If her parents knew what I was thinking and what would come next, they would certainly not be fine.
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That weekend she started early, the summer was hot so I was wearing shorts and a T-shirt to start with, but as I was cleaning the garden and pool it became hot so soon after that the T-shirt was removed. You may not believe me, but I wasn’t thinking of Miranda coming around, so I was surprised when the gate opened, and she walked in. I noticed she stopped and looked me up and down, taking me in. It was obvious she liked what she saw. I am often told girls are normally more subtle than this. But I couldn’t say anything because I was taking her in. Her hair was tied back, and she wore a tight t-shirt; her breasts were small, but you could see the swell in her shirt. Her slim body had enough tone in her muscles to show some definition, even in the shirt, but not too much. But what I liked most of all were her blue shorts, which were high on her thigh, allowing those beautiful tanned legs to be fully on show. All that was left was a pair of white trainers. Slung over her shoulder was her sports bag.
“Miranda!” I exclaimed, and my voice even wavered. I was enjoying what I saw.
There was a silence as she stood there.
“Simon, sorry, erm.”
“No, don’t be.” I felt comfortable putting my T-shirt back on, even though I liked how she looked at me.
“What shall we start with?”
“Let’s get to your tennis court and just send some balls at me so I can test my groundstrokes and volleys. After that, we can go through serves; just let me practice.”
I decided to make her work for it and warm her up, so she needed to cool down. I overlooked her fitness level against my own, and it soon became obvious I needed a cooldown. Partly the weather, partly watching her move. It was her well-placed question that helped.
“Hot?”
“Yeah, most definitely” I was looking at her when she said it.
“Then join me as I cool down”, and with that, she heads off to the pool; at first, I thought she had become so emboldened she was stripping in front of me, but beneath her shorts and t-shirt was a two-piece bathing suit.
I was still surprised, but I saw that fit, tanned, youthful body before she dived into the pool. Once she was in, I threw off my shirt and trainers and followed her into the water. She came up from her dive and immediately started spraying water at me with her hands; I followed suit and realised there was an opening to get more physical. I thought it would be a good idea to try and wrestle her in the water, and I found she was as fast in the pool as she was on the hockey pitch. It also struck me that her age might have been showing, and she thought I was just being playful. What I did not expect was her to leap on me and push me back to the edge of the pool with her legs wrapped around me. Even here, the touch of her skin to mine sent electricity through my body; she was as strong as I thought, and once she pushed against me, my arousal was obvious. I didn’t know what to say when I felt her push against my hardening cock and moving herself so she could feel it through the material of her bathing suit. Where had this come from? But later, I realised the subtle signs had been there from the start. I may not have known what to say, but I knew what to do. I untied her bathing suit top and let it drift away in the water. Her small breasts were barely an A-cup, but they drew me in. I took the initiative and span her around and slipped behind her. My hands rested on those small breasts, and I pressed down and circled a finger on each nipple whilst holding her close and kissing the back of her neck. She didn’t say anything but looked down as her nipples hardened. I let her go and moved to the front and took her left breast in my mouth and sucked on it, then took my tongue and flicked over its nipple. I couldn’t stop myself from letting my right hand drift down and pressing between her legs; I was rewarded with a satisfied sigh. She had done nothing to stop me, and I wasn’t certain if she was stunned or just happy to submit to my every touch. I broke from enjoying her tiny breast, looked into her eyes, and kissed her. She returned it eagerly but had not kissed anyone like this before. I let her legs float up in the water and looked over her body, naked except for her tiny bathing suit bottoms. I looked back at her.
“You are so beautiful, Miranda” I breathed.
A hand touched my chest and squeezed my breast, feeling the muscle beneath it.
“You too,” she replied. “You feel amazing.”
“You have perfect legs, honey, and that stomach, wow, it looks so good” I kissed her stomach after I finished saying it and then drifted through the water, caressing her legs as I went. I used it as an opportunity to spread them again and drift back to her, she closed her legs around me slightly, and I took a finger and pressed it against her pussy feeling it through the fabric of her costume. Her sigh became almost a yelp, and her body jerked at the surprise.
“Oh, that feels good,” she said.
“We have all day; it is still early, so I am just going to enjoy making out with you for a while”, I told her, kissing her on her lips, taking time and allowing her to get into it more. Soon, our tongues mingled together, and her legs wrapped around me. I explored her breasts, sides and back with my hands, making sure I felt everything I could, enjoying the sensation of her young and toned body. We pulled into each other, and again, it was my time to be surprised when the kiss ended.
“Your cock is so hard against me; it makes me so hot,” she said. “You are going to fuck me, aren’t you?” the question was not toned as a request but more an enquiry.
“I would very much like to,” I told her
“Good, I want you to be my first so much.”
“Damn, what’s woken up in you?” I asked, though, in a way, the Miranda I was with was the one I had seen on the pitch with her team—the girl who knew what to go for and when to go for it.
“If I want something, I go for it, and you didn’t hide enjoying how I looked all morning.”
We kissed again, but this time, I kissed over her mouth, her cheeks, around the neck and caressed and squeezed her breasts as I did so. I did not relent, just made out; I am not sure how long, but her breathing became heavy and excited, and I almost felt ready to cum in my trunks. But I realised if I was to enjoy this gorgeous and sexy young girl’s body properly, I had to get out of the pool.
“Come with me,” I told her. I climbed out of the pool, helped her, and headed to the summer house. I went into the changing room and found what I was looking for a large chair with a bean back for a bottom cushion and a full-length mirror. I positioned the mirror before the chair. I had her stand facing the mirror. I stood behind her and looked into her eyes through the mirror.
“This is what I want, to see all of you enjoy your whole body”, I spoke softly as my hands caressed her body, from her shoulders, over her breasts down to her waist “And I want you to enjoy your body too, especially how it can make you feel” I continued “I liked how you looked on the field, but now, just in your bathing panties, you are beautiful, and your so strong and fit looking and I love the feel of your skin and muscles under my hand. I kissed her neck as I caressed and spoke to her. The odd thing was now we were here; she had become shyer and a little giggly. I changed tack a little. “Looking at you excites me; it makes me feel so good, feeling your body against mine. I am sure you know how much you must feel how hard I am.” That stopped her giggles and made her lean back into me and sigh. I slid down slightly to her side to look into her eyes constantly; as I slid down, my hands took hold of her bathing suit bottoms and slid them down. She just stepped out of them. I slid back up again and enjoyed looking at her fully naked body. “I could just feel you and enjoy how you look; I think I could cum just enjoying the feel of you”.
She laughed and said, “Oh no, please don’t. I want to enjoy you too” I didn’t think it was possible my cock strained more than it already had.
I backed up and sat in the chair, opened my legs and had her sit and spread her legs in front of me; we could still see into the mirror and for the first time, I had a clear view of her pussy, she was sixteen so she had pubic hair, but it had been recently trimmed and tidied up I thought.
“I am going to make you cum now,” I told her, and I started by squeezing her breasts and kissing around the back of her neck, nibbling her ears. I was patient as I did take so much pleasure from watching her body, “But I will need your help”. She was giggling again, something I realised she did when he was nervous
“Help?” she asked, as I gently kissed her neck and pinched her nipples on her tiny breasts.
“Yeah, I want to make you feel so good, and you know how to do that best, so show me how you rub your pussy, baby girl.”
She giggled again. I liked that sound; although it showed her nerves, it never stopped her. She started by caressing her inner thighs and said almost in a whisper, as if she was scared someone would overhear, “I also feel my breasts and do what you are doing.”
“Pinch your nipples?”
“hmm mmm,” she said as I squeezed one breast a little harder and pinched the nipple of the other
“Excite you, does it”
“It feels so much better with you doing it,”
“Good, show me how you touch your pussy”, I whispered into her ear and licked around it, sending shivers down her spine as I did so.
Her hand moved closer to her pussy but explored around her outer labia with two of her fingers and then stroked up and down the centre of her pussy. As she had already been excited, I could see in the mirror she was already wet, and she was spreading the juices all over her pussy. I watched as she continued and then pressed against her clitoris and rubbed just there for a moment. The fact that I was alternately kissing her neck, looking at her, squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples meant that she was getting more and more excited faster than I think she was used to. Soon, she was moaning out, sighing louder and speeding up. She had forgotten I said I would take over, and I saw as her face flushed, and she stretched back and let out a little cry as a small orgasm took her. I held her close as she felt it ripple through her, and as she calmed down, I turned her head and kissed her. Gently caressing her stomach and thighs.
“Oh my, I’ve never done that in front of anyone before”, she said red-faced, partly from her orgasm and partly from a little embarrassment
“You looked amazing,” I told her; I turned her head to the side and kissed her. Our tongues met, and my hand caressed her stomach. I knew she would be ready for more and now decided my hand would replace hers. I moved so we were now side by side and snug in the chair, one leg of hers over mine so she was open for me to explore with my fingers. I could now kiss her breasts, neck or mouth and still stroke her pussy. I began slowly and was greeted with wide eyes and obvious signs of pleasure. I alternated between kissing her and sucking on her breasts when I began.
“Watch in the mirror, honey, and enjoy everything; I know I am.”
My fingers moved faster, and I concentrated and sucking her breasts and nipples. I was rewarded with her little cries of pleasure. Once my fingers were drenched with her juices, I paused, looked into her eyes and made sure she watched me taste her.
“Oh lovely,” I said, “I must have a proper sample later.”
It may not have been really dirty talk, but it affected her. I went back to her breasts, and my fingers now pressed hard and rubbed on her clit. Once she was settled into a level of pleasure, I slipped a finger inside her. I knew she was watching, her cries, her “oh” and now a “fuck”
“Miranda, you are so good; your body is perfection, your pussy so sweet, and it feels so good,” she was louder now, and I slipped in a second finger and started fucking her with them fast and hard, holding her close as I did. I was not surprised when she came hard. I held her close, but I left my fingers buried inside her, feeling her contractions.
I let her calm down again and held her close, my hand caressing her ass for the first time. Our eyes met, and we kissed long, and I enjoyed the feel of her again.
“That was….oh so good,” she said, “just what I wanted.”
I stood up and held my hand out, but she wasn’t looking there. She was looking at the bulge in my pants
“Oh, that seems so big,” she said.
I smiled “Well, you will see soon.”
“You haven’t had anything yet,” she said, her voice a little cracked, possibly from the promise of seeing my cock.
“Oh, you are so wrong,” I said after she finally took my hand and stood. “I have enjoyed your beautiful body and been the first person to make you cum; that is so much.”
I pulled her close and wrapped her in my arm. “Come with me”, I said and led her across my garden; she had forgotten she was fully naked, and she just followed into my house. I took her to my bedroom.
“I want your first time to be in my bed,” I said as I threw off the duvet; I picked her up, lowered her onto the bed and pushed her back until her back was against the pillows and wall. I kissed and opened her legs; she was now sitting a little leaning back so I could easily devour that pussy. I licked the inside of her thighs, and due to her already being excited, I soon heard the familiar little cries and moans. I took in the aroma of her wet pussy and then kissed it. My mouth opened my tongue swirled around it, settling into to pressing hard and flicking over her clit. The attention was rewarded as she cared out to each lick and moaned loudly as my tongue probed deep inside her pussy. She tasted heavenly, and that familiar desire to stay and do this for hours returned. I cannot ever get enough of the taste of pussy. But I was determined to make this day hers and so concentrated on helping her cum again. I knelt up and moved my tongue to the clit and stroked the outer pussy with a finger; as her pleasure lifted, I slipped the finger inside and fucked her with it again, this time only long enough to where I knew my tongue could easily take ever over the edge. I took my tongue, pressed hard on her clit, and then sucked, and soon she thrashed into me cummings again. This time my mouth flooded with her heavenly juice, and I drank it down, just leaving what I could so that when I kissed her, she got the taste of her pussy.
I didn’t say anything now; I just stood on my bed as she lay there, dropped my shorts, and kicked them away. She could now see my rock-hard cock out, and I looked down at her. She moved and kneeled up and took my cock in her right hand; she took a few strokes and looked up at me, and I smiled in reassurance.
“Yes, baby girl, that feels good.”
Now she was confident, and she continued stroking my cock, but not too fast and not too hard. And then her head moved forward, and she took an inexpert but lovely testing suck at the end of my cock. She may not know what to do, but her youth, her eagerness and her warm mouth sent pleasure through my entire body.
“Oh Miranda, that feels amazing” I encouraged her.
She stopped and grinned and looked up at me giggling, but then looked at my cock and licked around the end and up the shaft. One day, I thought, I’ll give her more instruction. But, honestly, I liked her inexperience and her young face staring up at me. But, I did not want to cum this way. I gently stopped her and knelt and faced her, my hands gripped her firm ass, and I pulled her towards me, my shaft now settled against her pussy. Her eyes widened; I didn’t have to tell her what was coming; she knew; they were excited and a little frightened. I kissed her, ran my hand through her hair, and squeezed her ass; she whined and moaned throughout. I then took each leg in turn, placed them over mine, and brought her in close to me. I looked down at her and then squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples. Her body rippled in joy, and she let out a cry of joy. Her legs parted more, and I moved forward, my hard cock running over her tight-toned stomach; I moved back and pushed down, and the end of my cock touched what I could see was her open and ready entrance to her vagina. I took hold of her shins and lifted her back slightly, my cock still touching her pussy, and then moved forward over it so she could see the full length of my cock run across her stomach. I moved back again and then guided it into the entrance of her pussy and pushed the head of my cock a little inside, only to take it out and take the shaft across her pussy and stomach again. Each time, she cried out in anticipation. I continued like that a couple more times and could see the teasing had to stop as she mumbled something incoherent. I probed again and leant forward, holding her legs apart; as I leant forward, my cock inched into virginal tight little pussy, and she gasped and cried out as the length entered her. I withdrew a little and then probed again; her cries continued, all of pleasure, so I knew I was taking the right pace. This time I sunk the entire length of my cock deep into her and leant over my face inches from her own, looking deep into her eyes. As you already know, I was obsessed with the tone and shape of her body, so I decided to start a little pornographic; I opened her legs and arched back and began to thrust in and out of that pussy; each movement caused her to cry out, and I soon settled into a steady rhythm enjoying the sight of her body, her tiny breasts and erect nipples. Soon, she called out my name
“Simon, yes, yes, Simon, oh yes.”
My rhythm quickened as I kept her in that position, enjoying her cries and the look of her body. Sometimes, she cried long, and sometimes short. I realised then she could take it harder and began to thrust deep into her, I took hold of her thighs and fucked her faster and deeper and noticed beads of sweat were forming on her taught body. I pulled her back from the pillows, took her legs by her feet and pushed them towards her head, her knees touching her breasts, her pussy horizontal with cock buried inside it. Her eyes locked on mine; she seemed joyful, and I think it was a surprise. Although I am sure she had wanted this today, I don’t think she imagined it would be as it turned out. She wasn’t the only one. This young athlete was perfection. I was so deep inside her that I only had to make shallow thrusts for her to react. I kissed her, and our tongues danced together. I then rested my hands on the bed on either side of her and withdrew my cock to almost outside of her, and thrust back in deeply. She had lost it now and just cried out with every thrust; I think, at this point, she would have let me do anything to her. I then reached back to her legs and held them apart and squatted above her, and took hard long thrusts as I held her up her ass off the bed. I knew I couldn’t keep up that for long but took great pleasure in the moans and cries that escaped her as I did. I needed to slow this down. I also needed to make it more intimate for her. I knew she enjoyed this, but I wanted to implant this day in her memory. I got back onto my knees, took my hands between hers, and lifted and rocked back. She was now sitting over me, my cock still deep inside her. I sucked on her breasts and kissed her neck
“Ride me, honey, take it at your pace, enjoy me.”
She did as I said and enjoyed the feel of my cock first taking long thrusts, holding herself up by keeping an arm around my neck and the other steadying herself on the bed. After a few minutes, I fell back on the bed and pulled her so she was not on top of me, and we gently rocked together as I enjoyed the feel of my cock buried in that wonderful teenage pussy. We stayed close now and kissed and fucked slowly, and I was still rewarded with those wonderful cries she made as we fucked. Something possessed her then as she raised, sat on my cock, and just bounced up and down, I felt a contraction and a grip, and she stopped; her whole body seemed to flush, and she grunted and cried out. Her orgasm tore through her, and as it subsided, she collapsed on top of me. My cock was still hard as a rock and buried into her. I rolled onto our sides and slipped our legs together, and gently fucked her through her afterglow. I knew I didn’t have much longer and thought it best to hold her as close as possible when I came. I could just slip out of her and cum on the bed. Well, that is what I thought. She had started to moan into my shoulder as I built up my rhythm; I felt it then, that point of no return, and realised she had hold of me so hard I couldn’t let go. She cried out, and that sent me over, and I just grunted something unintelligible as I felt my cock empty inside her. I held on, experiencing my intense orgasm. As it subsided, we settled in each other’s arms.
We must have fallen asleep soon after as I felt her hand running across my chest. When my eyes opened, the light and shadow had shifted in the room.
“That was amazing,” she said. As the first words go after waking, I was happy to take them.
“You were amazing,” I said. “But..” a finger on my lips stopped me
“I am quite safe,” she said and kissed me, wrapping herself around me. “That was everything I wanted”, she continued
“There is more where that came from”, I told her, kissing her
“I wish we could now, but I’d best get going,” she told me, “though you could join me in the shower.”
“Best not; I won’t be able to keep my hands off you.”
She grinned at me; she liked knowing how much I desired her.
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The rest of the weekend passed in a bit of a blur; I kept returning to that Saturday morning. Soon, it was Monday, and Amy was at the house, and I was on my best behaviour. The day had been hot again, and I had returned from a short run. The plan had been to head into the shower straight away. But as I entered the garden, I was greeted by Pip.
“Hi,” she said, “I told you that your days would be fun, didn’t I.”
What was going on? What the hell was going on?
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Next,
Enjoying a Life’s Complications Part 3 – Amy’s story.
In which a plan is admitted.