Ginger Craft - Overripe

She flashed him a pleased smile. She enjoyed the sexual tease, and she did like this young boy, really. "And you can't wait for the chance to get your hot little hands on those stacked places, can you?"

"Gosh, Julie… I'm nuts about you! I go crazy just looking at you. I see you with older guys, and I get all shivery inside and real nutty just thinking about them kissing you and touching… And I'm too young to even get the chance for any of that!"

"Age shouldn't have anything to do with it, nothing at all. Tell me, what would you say if I told you," she smiled, wondering how this thirteen year-old boy would take it, "that I've made it with a man who was twice my age?"

"You… you made it with a man?" he asked, his expression like a boy who had been stunned by unexpected information.

"That's right, sweets. He was very good at it too."

"You made it with a man, and I'm… you're only five years older than I am!"

"That's right, honey," she said. "Does it bother you because of that?"

"Well, you always seemed to be older than that. You're a woman, really, not a kid like me. I just never thought I'd have the chance with you, that's all."

He was such a sweet boy, Julie felt compassion for him. What would it cost her to let him play around with her for a while? Give the poor kid his dreams, let them come true for him. It wouldn't cost her anything. He had confessed his desire for her. Besides, it would be hours before her mother or brother returned home. She didn't want to be alone, and he was someone to talk to, company, and it might be a big blast, fooling with a boy his age. In a way, she thought, it would be a kind of payment for his devotion, for his wanting her all this time. Julie had been accustomed to boys who knew their way around a girl's body, and Mark Burney was obviously inexperienced, and such a tender age.

"Mark, you know that old song about dreaming the impossible dream?" she asked, her voice low and literally dripping with sex.

"Yes… "

"Well, it seems as if I'm the impossible dream for you. Isn't that right?"

"Yeah," he mumbled. "And I have been dreaming an impossible dream about you, Julie. But dreaming doesn't do much good. Look at you, you're almost nineteen years old now, and you're in college. Me, I'm just a kid not even in high school yet. You're so damned beautiful, and I'm just a skinny kid who is growing too fast and without any looks to speak of and-"

"Hey now… don't be running yourself down that way, Mark. Don't you have any confidence in yourself?"

"Well, sure… but not where you're concerned, Julie."

"You know something-I like you, Mark. I really do." She had finally reached her decision. She had been slowly letting the idea percolate in her mind and she had also been circling back toward her home, and she knew it would be only a few more minutes. "Mark, I want you to tell me something, and I want you to be honest. I don't want any bullshit. When you dream about me, do you play with yourself. I mean, do you jack off and think about me?"

"What… well, hell… " he blushed furiously.

She laughed softly. "That's what I thought. Listen, do you try to imagine what I would look like without my clothes on… try to see my breasts, what I look like between my legs?"

He became lividly crimson.

Again Julie laughed, huskily now. "Honey, have you noticed where I've been driving?"

"No," he replied, glancing around. He had been too busy looking at her the whole time, drinking in her untouchable-for him-beauty. He had been looking at her delectable breasts and creamy thighs, still dreaming. He had been watching the flash of her long legs as she clutched and braked and shifted gears. He had been watching the gentle sway and slight jiggle of her breasts, trying to make up his mind whether or not she was wearing a bra.

"If you'll stop trying to peek up my skirt," she smiled warmly at him, "you'll notice that I've been circling back to my home."

"You have? I thought you were going for a drive."

"Would you rather go for a drive with me, or be alone with me in the house, honey?" she asked in a sensual voice. "I mean, there isn't anyone there. It would only be you and I. Only the two of us… alone… by ourselves… no one to bother us."

He looked at her, his mouth hanging open with disbelief. What she had just said meant the whole world to him, but was she only teasing, as girls had a bad habit of doing with him.

"Aw, come on, Julie. You're putting me on."

"I only asked if you'd rather drive around or be alone with me in my house, that's all, Mark."

"I'd… oh, shit! I'd rather be alone with you… any day!"

"Tell me, if you and I were alone in my house, and no one else was around to see us, would you make a pass at me?"

"Oh, boy! Wow! I'd sure like to do that!"

She gave a soft chuckle. "That wasn't the question, Mark. I didn't ask you if you would like to make a pass at me. I asked if you would. There's a big difference, you know."

"Well, damn… whit!" he stammered, eyes wide. "If you let me-"

"I didn't ask that, either."

"Oh, shit! Yes, damn it… I'd make a pass at you!" he almost shouted at her.

"There, that's much better. My goodness, Mark, you're not very aggressive… not at all confident in yourself, are you?"

"Not when it comes to you, Julie," he said again. Still, he wasn't at all certain about her. He was afraid she was still teasing him.

"Now, we'll be there in a minute or two," she gave him a sweet smile, turning the car into the tree lined street. "You're going to come into my house with me, and you and I are going to be all alone. I'd like to kiss you and sort of fool around, Mark. I mean, fool around with you. Would you like that?"

"Oh, wow! You bet your ass I would!" he exclaimed, his voice choked with bubbling emotion.

Julie parked in the driveway and the boy followed her undulating ass nervously up the steps and into the house. The stillness of the huge place gripped him. The fact that he was alone with her, with this shapely, exquisitely desirable girl he had longed for from a distance, nearly overwhelmed him. For the past year, Mark had been mentally imagining Julie, seeing her in his mind's eye. He would see her naked, her legs and breasts and ass, and especially her pussy. And, as he had been dreaming of her, he had been manipulating his cock constantly, jerking off in the secrecy of the bathroom, at least twice a day. He had swiped a picture of her, a picture taken when she was seventeen, wearing shorts and a halter, and he used this as a stimulant.

Now, with her in the house, he was nervous. He just didn't know how to act with her. This was something he had never thought would happen to him.

His eyes leaped over her luscious body, as if they were tactile extensions of himself, and to Julie, it felt as if they were caressing her, fondling her surging breasts, her sensitive nipples, her spongy firm round ass. She saw that his eyes were burning with unabashed desire for her, gazing at her thrusting breasts, and she noticed his heavy breathing-it was harsh in the otherwise still room.

Julie's nipples extended and punched out at the soft material of her sweater. She could not, could never seem to control the hunger of her body, that raging sexual need that threatened to consume her, to destroy her. And she didn't want to control it, either. Her slender, ever so beautiful body always responded with violent longing whenever a man-or, in this case, a boy-looked feverishly upon her.

She felt no shame nor guilt about her body's reactions to the greedy, hungry gaze of a man or boy. She loved it, wanted it, relished it thoroughly, enjoyed the quick responses her cunt gave forth when someone wanted her body. It never failed to give her a tingling, rippling, hot thrill to be wanted sexually.