Unknown - Daddy_s Naked Angels

"Climb in. I'll only keep you a second," he said.

"Do you promise, MacIntyre Symms?" She sounded maternal.

"Cross my heart and hope to die," he said, crossing his fingers along with his heart, making Michele giggle.

"Oh, okay," Michele said and walked around the front of the car.

MacIntyre leaned across to open the door for her and she climbed in.

The little girl really didn't want to see her Aunt Helen.

Listening to the old bag cough up green shit was not her idea of a good time.

MacIntyre drove aimlessly, at least so Michele thought, and soon they were on the straight country roads south of West Rushdale.

A lot of the roads were infrequently used, flat and straight.

This is where the boys took their wheels to see what they could do.

MacIntyre floored his sleek white machine and took her to ninety in seconds.

Part of Michele wanted to tell the boy he was acting like a fool.

But part of her was thrilled by the speed, and she could feel temptation over-coming her rapidly. "WHERE ARE WE GOING?" Michele screamed.

The wind whistled through her ears and she felt like sticking her face over the side of the car just to feel the intense air-pressure.

"Evergreen Hill," MacIntyre said, turning up one corner of his mouth into a half-smile of inward amusement.

Michele knew that there were only two reasons to go there.

If you were a bunch of guys you went there to drink and smoke pot.

If you were a guy and a girl you went there to fuck.

"I don't think so, MacIntyre. I think you had better take me back," Michele said, leaning over to get her mouth closer to his ear.

"I just want to talk to you," MacIntyre said. "Seriously. There have been things I've wanted to say to you for a long time."

"Why can't you tell me now?" Michele asked.

"I want to say them, not scream them" he said.

"Surely we could have talked before this. Someplace, uh, a little less suggestive," Michele said.

"I was scared. I guess I have to keep up my image as a beast when the guys are around, you know what I mean?"

It had never occurred to Michele that there might be another side of MacIntyre.

She softened with this and stopped resisting. She knew that he was going to try and kiss her sooner or later.

It just wasn't fair. Why did these things have to happen when she was horny?

The answer was simple. Michele Shakey was always horny.

MacIntyre slowed the car down gradually until he was crawling along.

He turned right down a dirt road that disappeared into a thick pine woods before starting to ascend.

Michele had never actually been to Evergreen Hill, but she had heard a lot about it from her friends.

From what she gathered a perfectly beautiful natural site had been littered with used condoms and empty beer bottles.

By the time MacIntyre got to the top of the hill, to the little clearing where the teenagers parked, Michele had changed her tune.

There was not the strewn ugliness she had anticipated.

In fact she thought that she had been taken to Heaven.

She could see all of the surrounding county, even the tallest building north in Rochester. It was awesome.

She lifted her butt off the bucket seat with her straight arms so she could get a better view.

"This is nice!" Michele exclaimed enthusiastically.

"You mean you've never been here before?" MacIntyre was astonished by this news but stopped short of a mocking tone that wanted to gurgle up into his throat.

MacIntyre thought that Michele was the hottest chick in all of West Rushdale High School, and he wasn't about to botch things once he had gotten them this far.

"Nope," Michele said, not feeling nearly as embarrassed as she thought she would at the confession.

"Well, there you go," MacIntyre said, slapping his knee. "That fits right in to what I want to say."

He looked at her huge firm tits pressing against her tee-shirt and he felt like drooling all over them.

He could see that her nipples were erect, and wondered if that meant she was horny.

"Tell me all about it," Michele said. She looked right into his eyes. She could feel her face turning red. She was flirting with him. Michele couldn't remember actually ever flirting with a guy before.

She could handle being called a good y-goody.

But Michele had never had any intention of being a prick-tease.

She knew that.

She was getting into dangerous territory.

"You are a very pretty girl…" MacIntyre began.

"Thank you," Michele interrupted.

They both smiled nervously.

"But it never seems like you have any fun. This is really hard for me to say," MacIntyre faltered.

"No, please don't be shy. I'm interested in what you guys think of me."

"Michele, I'm not telling you what the guys think of you, I'm talking about what I think of you," he said sternly.

"Sorry," Michele said meekly. She looked away from him for a moment, at the late afternoon sky. There were no clouds in it.

He was saying the right things. Things that a mature man would say.

She knew that her willpower was in deep trouble.

"I think that you are scared to have a good time," he said. He sighed, glad that he had gotten it off his chest.

"I agree," Michele said. He looked at her funny, like she had suddenly sprouted a second head or something.

"You do?"

"Sure."

"Why are you afraid?"

"I think I'm afraid of growing up," Michele said. She thought about keeping her words simple, so she would not confuse the jock.

But then she realized that he seemed a lot smarter when he was alone than he did when he was hanging out with his friends.

"There is something very secure about being a little girl. I remember sitting on my Daddy's lap when I was little and I felt like I didn't have a care in the world. Now things are kind of scary and I'm in a position to make decisions that can affect the rest of my life."

"But what does that have to do with fun?" MacIntyre asked.

"You don't understand," she said looking at her hands, which were folded lady-like in her lap. Michele was wearing a pair of beat-up old blue jeans with equally faded denim patched sewn to each of the knees.

"I do understand. Every body is afraid of growing up. But that doesn't mean that we hide in our bedrooms and read books. I know that you don't want to drink beer and throw up like the football players. I don't think that I'm nearly as dumb as you think I am. And I know that you don't want to whore around and be called a tramp behind your back. That has nothing to do with it. You are too afraid to even kiss me!"

"Am not," Michele said, and she could feel her lips tingling.

MacIntyre looked at her astonished, and then his face broke into a grin.

"No time to start having fun like the present," Michele said. She parted her lips and felt the ache in her pussy growing as she saw the boy's handsome face moving closer to hers.

"I don't go all the way on the first date" Michele said.

"Are you going to make me limp home?" Macintyre asked.

Michele realized that it would be cruel to get him all worked up and then not relieve his ache. She could handle being cruel to herself better than she could handle being cruel to MacIntyre.

"I'd make it worth your while," Michele said sexily. She simply loved the sound of her voice. It was the first time she had ever sounded throaty and wanton when talking to a boy.

They kissed with their tongues and Michele could feel his hand moving to her large right tit.

Her natural instinct was to grab his wrist, but she didn't.

MacIntyre could feel her jerk a little as she felt him get bold.

But she relaxed once again as he got his palm on her boob, fondling the flesh, making her pussy turn to molten jelly.