Dorsai - Next Door Neighbor

Over the next few weeks, we had several more rainstorms, and sometimes Robyn would forget her key, and I'd let her in my apartment while she waited for her mother to get home. A couple of times, Robyn would be drenched again, and I'd send her into the bathroom to dry herself off and get some of the water out of her clothes. It seemed that every time I did that, she'd come out of the bathroom, and make it a point to let me see that she wasn't wearing a bra, and how her nipples stuck out from her shirt. I'd look, of course, but never said anything, and didn't try to grab her or touch her in any way. When I was caught up on my project, I'd sit and talk to her, usually explaining different things about the computer or technology, or answering questions she had about different things. The things that she'd want to talk about would range from little-girl-ish to fairly mature woman. Gradually, as she got to trust me more and more, and understood that I wasn't going to tell her mother anything she said to me, she'd discuss things with me that were distinctly personal.

Finally, one afternoon, she had stopped by just to visit, and while we were talking, she brought up the subject of sex. She'd kind of hinted around it before, and I'd always respond to her comments or questions honestly, but politely (not using 'slang' terms for different things). This time was different though – she told me straight out that although her mother had told her a little "about the birds and bees – UGH!", she really didn't understand what it was all about. I asked her what she meant, and she said that she understood the physical part of it about how babies were made and so on, but didn't really know what to think about "well, the rest of it – you know!". I asked her if there was something she was bothered about, or wanted to know, and after a few seconds of "um" and "uh", she finally came out and told me that one of the boys at school "he's SOOOOOO cute!" was trying to get her to go out with him, and be his girlfriend – and that he was pressuring her to have sex with him. I asked her what about his other girlfriends, and she said that he'd had several different girlfriends, but that he'd broken up with all of them. I asked her why he'd broken up with so many girlfriends, and she said that she didn't really know. I suggested that she find out, and then decide. She asked me why, and I told her that it sounded to me as though all he was really after was to have sex with her – that it sounded as though he was "collecting cherries". She asked what I meant, and I told her that there were some boys that enjoyed making out with a lot of different girls, and even being the one to have sex with them the first time, but that once they'd gotten a girl in bed, they'd lose interest in her, and go out to find another one. Then, Robyn admitted that she'd heard some rumors that some of the other girls had gone to bed with this boy, too, but that others had refused. So I told her that it might be interesting to find out when he'd broken up with the girls that were rumored to have gone to bed with him. She thought about that for a minute, and said "Yeah – you're right." Then she asked me if I thought she was wrong for thinking about having sex with the boy. I told her that I only thought it was wrong to have sex with someone because you thought you HAD to, not because you WANTED to. She asked what I meant, and I simply said "If you make love or have sex with someone because you think you HAVE to for some reason, then yes, I think that's bad. Not because sex is bad, but because the REASONS are bad. If you're doing it because you WANT to, then enjoy yourself, and be smart enough not to get pregnant." She admitted that she did want to experience sex, but that she wasn't sure that she wanted it to be with this particular boy, and that she was also a little afraid because she'd heard that it would hurt the first time – hurt a LOT. I told her that if she was the least bit unsure about whether she wanted to have sex or make love with someone, then it was a pretty good indication that she probably shouldn't; and that depending on the girl, the first sexual experience didn't have to hurt at all, and certainly didn't have to hurt a LOT. She asked me why, and I explained to her that if the boy and girl were careful and gentle with each other, then the girl wouldn't be so afraid, and that going slowly and carefully with each other would mean that the amount of pain would be kept to a minimum. I asked her if she'd ever gotten shots at the doctor's; she said of course she had, and asked why. In reply, I asked if all the shots had hurt. She said "No". I asked her if the shots that she'd heard would hurt were the ones that seemed to hurt the most, and after she thought about it for a moment, agreed that was so. She thought about it a little more, and said "I understand – being afraid of something makes it harder to do, and if you have a chance to think about it, and do it when you're ready, it's easier." I told her that was right, and that seemed to relieve some of her fears. We chatted a couple more minutes, and then she went back to her apartment.

A couple days later, it was raining cats and dogs again, and Robyn came to my apartment again – thoroughly drenched from her trip home from school. I gave her a towel, and sent her into the bathroom, as usual.

When she came out, she kind of pranced over to me (her tits jiggling under her T-shirt), and surprised me by handing me her bra and panties, asking me if I could put them someplace where they'd dry. I looked at her, raised an eyebrow to let her know I knew she was up to something, and put her things on a towel rack in the bathroom. When I got back to the living room, she asked me if I was busy – I wasn't, so I told her so, and sat down on the couch across from the chair she was in.

She asked me "You remember that boy I told you about before?", and when I said that I did, the told me that she'd asked some of his former girlfriends, and found out that he'd broken up with them shortly after getting them to have sex with him. She also said that he'd broken up with the girls that had refused to make out or have sex with him when they had made it clear that they*wouldn't* do what he wanted. I said "Well, it sounds like you made a pretty good choice, then", and she blushed a bit, and said that I had helped by talking to her about what she was thinking and feeling, and getting it straight in her mind. I told her I was glad to be able to help, and she said that she was really grateful that I hadn't told her mother about any of the things that she'd said to me – she just KNEW that her mother would never understand.

The whole time we were talking, she kept wiggling around in the chair, and pulling on the hem of her T-shirt, pressing it against her breasts, and making her nipples show through it even more clearly. I knew she was up to something, but it still took me by surprise when she blurted out "Do you think I have nice tits?". I had always been honest with her, so I didn't figure I could do anything else except to answer her by saying "Yes, I do.", and teasing her a little, adding "You've shown them to me through your wet shirts enough!" She giggled a little, and said "I think they're too small, though. And my nipples are always so HARD! What do you think?", and pulled her T-shirt even tighter, pressing her breasts against her chest, making her nipples show even better through the wet material. I responded by saying "From where I sit, they look just fine – they're the right size for YOU, and most men think hard nipples are sexy."

With that, she stood up, walked over to me, and said "From where you sit isn't a very good view – ", and pulled her T-shirt completely off – leaving me with a close-up look at a pair of the smoothest, firmest, most nicely-shaped tits I'd seen in a LONG time. I started to get hard (again), and she asked me "Do you like the view now?", and I had to admit to her that I sure did! She asked me "Do you want to touch them and play with them?", and I had to tell her "I sure do – but I can get into a LOT of BIG-TIME trouble for it; hell, I could go to jail just for looking!" .