The First Time

Part I: Not Quite There

I was going to fuck her.

She had tormented me for a full year, inserting herself into my life in ways I couldn’t escape and tonight she was going to finally learn what the deal she had made with the devil really entailed.

She was going to be mine. Permanently.

Today she had turned eighteen and for all that she thought she knew, I was going to show her how much she still had to learn.

Shouldn’t play with the big dogs…..

Or in this case an alpha bitch.

I could still see her as she walked towards me that first time. How her tall figure had parted the crowds in the smoky bar I had been perusing, how everyone’s eyes had done their best to eat her alive.

She hadn’t noticed them at all. Her eyes had been for me alone.

The way she had moved, slithering her boyish hips in tight leather pants, how the shirt she had worn had had a straight line cut vertically out of the middle of it, teasing her audience with views of the slopes of her high breasts. How it had turned out she had just turned seventeen.

It had been her birthday, she had managed to get a fake I.D. and slip into the club. Of course I hadn’t realized it immediately.

She was going to pay for my frustration of that night.

She had whispered in my ear, somehow managing to insinuate her silky voice over the low thrum of the base as she wrapped her slim body around my curves that she had seen me across the room and decided that she was going to belong to me.

Silly little girl.

Maneuvering her smoothly onto the dance floor, I had roughly pulled her against me and moving us with the beat of a Nine Inch Nails song, rubbed her sweet, sweet body against mine.

I have to admit, she had me intoxicated with the first taste of her full mouth on mine. We had made love right there on the dance floor through the dancing. It had been a long time since I had allowed anybody the same liberties she took that night.
I’m still not sure whether or not I regretted letting her that close or not.

Her arms had held me as close to her as she could manage. Her nose almost against mine and I could tell that she liked it when I had wrapped my arms around her ass and slipped my thigh between hers to rock her against it with the steady pulse of the music.

I had finally pulled us outside into the cool night air. There was a back alley that wasn’t used very often nearby. Slipping us into the shadows I had let my hands do what our bodies had begun discussing on the dance floor.

She hadn’t been wearing a bra. Her breasts were small, but perfect. Their toffee colored nipples had peaked in the chill air. Her back had arched, her black hair swinging against her shoulders and goose bumps had appeared on her pale, pale skin when I ripped her shirt in two.

She had moaned when my lips first sucked one nipple into my mouth, my hand kneading the other gently, tugging on her other nipple at the same time.

I had dropped to my knees between her legs and pulled the lacings of her pants open. She hadn’t done anything to stop me. I had tugged those down as well, though I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to tear them like her shirt, they were too high quality leather.

She hadn’t been wearing panties either.

She had a neat little patch of black hair between her legs, leading down in a V to the most perfect pussy I have ever seen.

It was at this point that her knees gave way and I picked her up to balance her thighs around my shoulders, putting her right where I wanted her.

I hadn’t paused. The first nudge of my nose against her center had made her body tremble. I could feel it through her thighs. My first taste had been like tasting nectar. I had found her clitoris already peaked and her wetness had flowed from her body. Burying my nose against her clitoris and my tongue deep in her tight little hole I made her shake and was nearly suffocated when her thighs tightened around my neck as I pushed her over the edge for the first time.

Her hands had twisted their way into my hair and when I looked up with her wetness still dripping down my chin, her breasts had been quivering above me. Her eyes were closed tightly and I could still feel her body shaking.

That was when I had found out her age. Her wallet had fallen out of her tight pants and her real I.D. was revealed.

Fortunately I had learned to keep an eye out for the details and had been startled enough even through my haze of lust to wonder what it was by my knees.

The wallet had fallen open. Seventeen. That day.

I remember swearing and jerking myself away from her tempting body. How I had wanted to just pretend I hadn’t seen that driver’s license and return to her mouth and breasts and hips…..

But I also knew that I didn’t need to be arrested for pedophilia if some cop happened to wander back down that alley….which I knew they occasionally did.

At that point, I certainly couldn’t have argued the point.

I had begun walking away, completely disgusted with myself when she had run after me, limping a little as she tried to pull her pants back up.

How had I missed it? Looking at her then I could see how young she was. I had had more faith in the club’s bouncers, especially since I knew the owner, in catching the underage.

She was good, Ill give her that. I’ve never seen anyone that age before who lacked that awkward teenage adolescent movement.

She had wrapped her arms around my back and begged me to give her a chance.

A chance to what? Get me arrested?

She had said that she had known right when she saw me that I was the one she had been looking for. I had laughed at that, what can a seventeen year old know about finding the “right one”.

I could have forced her away, I knew how to use my body as the tool it was to hurt her and leave her in the middle of that alley, but my softer side had kicked in and I had let her talk, even then already caught up in her, just like a fly in a web.

I had told her that I wouldn’t touch her like that again until she was eighteen. That she should look for someone her own age. She had looked me straight in the eye and promised me that there would never be anyone else.

For some odd reason, I had believed her.

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Today she was eighteen. Today she would have no more time to escape.

She had appeared in the oddest of places. Appearing around aisle corners at the grocery store, leaning against a pillar outside the door of my office building in her school skirt and knee socks, her seductive smile lighting up my porch in the evening hours when I least expected her to appear at my door.

I still don’t know how she knew who I was. It’s possible that she recognized me from something she had seen on the news and was able to track me down that way. But I’ll probably never know for sure. For one so young, she knew how to find out how to get her way. Similar to me really, in that regard at least.

And oh how she had tempted me. Slipping her arms around me, begging me to just kiss her once more…..just once…..

But I had known that if I had started, I wouldn’t have stopped.

I had kept my promise to both myself and her. But tonight was the night that she was finally going to be mine.

I walked out of the office slowly, swinging my brief case with the pleasure of the anticipation I was feeling. I knew that I had a slight smirk on my usually emotionless face. The real woman peeking out from behind the frosty mask I wore at work.

I took sensual pleasure in sliding the silk fabric of my suit across the leather seat of my dark sedan and for once didn’t mind the traffic of rush hour. Usually during the week I stayed at my apartment in the city, but tonight….oh tonight was not going to be one for having nosy neighbors around.

I had told her that I would pick her up at eight. My anticipation had mounted all day until I was nearly purring with it now in my car.

I had lain in bed at night for months now, with my hand between my thighs, frantically rubbing myself with the picture of her in my mind, or thrusting a thick dildo deep inside my body, imagining that it was her body I was plunging into her, her voice instead of mine that was crying out.

My smirk turned into a predatory smile that I’m sure any shark would have recognized. She had had her chance to grow tired of me. I didn’t think that she had any idea what I had in store for her tonight.