On Saturday morning Tina Carlson was busy doing her regular aerobics in front of the television. She wore a pair of tight gray sweat-pants and a red tank top that left her firm belly fully exposed.
She'd been working out for over an hour without a break. She was beginning to feel woozy. Tina exercised like this because she thought she was fat. She wasn't, of course (not even close) but like a lot of girls her age she was so paranoid about looking obese that she worked out regularly and ate as little as possible.
This was her nature: to obsess over things. She obsessed about her body the most. The result? Her tiny body, though too small and skinny for some, was a perfect example of teenage sexuality for others. Her a-cup breasts, firm rounded butt, and skinny yet toned form sometimes looked malnourished but at least, Tina reasoned, she wasn't chubby!
She was proud of weighing only ninety-one pounds, and freaked out if she gained even one. Tina was sixteen years old, and she looked it.
Her body was just finalizing its curves and her skin still had that fresh, soft glow of youth to it. But since she was sixteen, there was little chance the short, 5'4" tall girl would grow much taller. But she didn't care that much. She thought she was a good height, and besides, she had a cute face: a rounded jaw-line that allowed her generous smiles and menacing scowls; bright, wide blue eyes; and shoulder-length light blonde hair which was thin and wispy.
Her small breasts bothered her more, and she still crossed her fingers in the hope that a late "spurt" would push her into at least a b-cup later on. What she was currently wearing for her workout was pretty much standard dress for the girl, except for the sweatpants which she only wore during a workout.
She liked t-shirts and tank tops, denim jeans and shorts, none of it ever designer or too expensive. Generally, too, she preferred tight clothing: flaunting her body excited her, although she told herself she only did it because it was "funny" to mess with the boys at school. Her dad was still asleep. He'd drank too much the night before, as usual, and would be unconscious until two or three in the afternoon at the earliest.
He was a truck driver for a living and an alcoholic gambler on the side. Tina didn't like much thinking about him and was glad that his job kept him away for long periods of time. Tina continued exercising before the TV until she nearly collapsed.
At that point, her head woozy and sweat gleaming over her body, she stopped: she knew the symptoms. She had to either take a break or pass out. Panting from the exertion, she grabbed the remote- control and clicked the TV off, ending Jane Fonda and her "Complete Workout" tape (Tina's favorite). She threw the remote to the floor next to her weights and undid her pulled-back hair in one swift movement.
Crossing the small room to a nightstand-turned-table she grabbed her smokes and stepped outside for some fresh air. The screen door slammed close behind her. She lit a cigarette once outside and began puffing away as she thought about school, her body and her father, in that order. Just one more fuckin' month until finals, she thought bitterly. Tina had been falling behind in her schoolwork at Warren High. This marking period-- her third as a sophomore--- had to end with a score of at least 3.0 or it'd be impossible for the semester to end with her remaining on the honor roll.
If she wasn't on the honor roll her chances of getting a scholarship would plummet when she started applying for college the next year when she became a junior.
For nearly three years Tina had been obsessed with getting an out-of-state scholarship. She wanted to leave South Carolina and go to a respectable university, to become a professional of some kind. She wanted to be more like her mother, who'd died when she was three, and less like her father (who was still very much alive).
She wanted to get out of the fucking trailer she shared with her dad, move into a dorm room, and never look back! If she didn't get good grades to qualify for a scholarship, though, it'd be impossible. She looked around the trailer-park from her front-step and shook her head in anger.
No fucking way! she thought. Then she vowed to herself, out loud: "If I'm not gone from here in two years I'll fucking kill myself!" Minutes passed and she was about to finish her smoke and go back inside, when her neighbor, a 30-year-old "exotic dancer" named Carol, called her over. Carol Masons lived just one lot over and Tina had known the woman for years.
She didn't like her, never had. Carol was the type of person Tina had always hoped to God she'd avoid becoming: stupid, poor, and alone. "You mind watching Joey for a quick sec?" Ms. Masons asked while simultaneously putting on some gaudy earrings. "I got a appointment I'm late for." Tina sighed. "Sure thing, Carol." There was no point in making an excuse. If she refused then Carol would certainly mention it to her dad who, since she was such an easy fuck, would be eager to please.
And then Tina would be grounded.
She's such a stupid fuckin' cock-tease, Tina thought bitterly. Thrusting those double d's around all the time. Her dad had never gotten any from her, of that Tina was certain.
Carol didn't seem to notice the girl's less-than-eager response, nor her piercing glare. "Thanks, hon!" she chirped absentmindedly.
"I'll be back before two!" Tina watched as the woman jumped in her '85 Thunderbird and roar away in a cloud of dust. She walked lazily over to the neighboring trailer. The sun was full and hot in the sky and the teenage girl glumly realized she'd be stuck inside all day, most likely. Oh well, she thought. It wouldn't be the first time. As soon as she entered Joey was there. He was twelve years old, just slightly chubby and just barely pubescent, with small freckles on his cheeks and sandy, unkempt hair.
"Mom's gone?" he asked softly. Tina nodded. "You gonna watch me?" She nodded again. Silence followed. She looked around the small room, same as ever: littered with clothes, dishes, and crumbs. The television set was loud with the sounds of a Superman cartoon while a radio blared country music from the kitchen area. "Whatta you wanna do?" she asked. He shifted his eyes a little. He seemed so cute and innocent at times, she thought.
And he really was. Too shy to be rude and too dumb to be a smartass, he'd always been the perfect, albeit strange, neighbor-boy. "Could we fuck?" he asked sheepishly. She rolled her eyes and made to step past him, but he stepped in her way.
She looked down and saw a sort of desperateness in his eyes. She sighed.
"I'm not in the mood," she answered. It was the truth. She was tired and sweaty from the work-out and besides, it was still early! "Please?" he asked, voice low and embarrassed. "I'll be quick, swear." She closed her eyes and let out a long breath through her nostrils.
It was 12:30pm. His mom would be home by two at the latest, she'd said, which probably meant three at the earliest. She decided to compromise. "I'll touch it, 'kay?" He looked up in relief, but decided to press for more.
"Suck it?" She took another deep breath and rolled her large eyes. "Fine," she agreed. "Only a little, though, 'kay?" He smiled slightly and took a nervous step backwards. She looked around the littered room. "I should wash up first 'cause I'm sweaty," she declared. She watched him shift nervously in place. "Kin I watch?" he asked. She shrugged her shoulders as she walked past him. "Just don't do nothin' stupid. I really have to wash up, for real." He didn't protest but followed her into the small bathroom that consisted of a shower stall, sink and toilet.
She started the water as he entered the room. She could feel his eyes lingering on her ass and realized that her sweatpants, still soaked with her perspiration from the aerobics, left little to the imagination. The pants clung to her soft skin framing her round butt, she knew, and she sighed as a tingle of excitement rippled through her small frame. Steam began rising from the shower as she pulled off her tank-top. Joey had taken a seat on the toilet and watched intensely as she undressed.
She pretended to ignore his presence. With her top off now she slowly peeled down her pants, making sure to bend at the waist rather than kneel. This sexy maneuver was both intended and instinctual: she couldn't help it. As much as she knew she'd be regretting this later, right now she loved the forbidden rush it gave her! Tina knew how strange and even sick it was to be turned on by a 12-year-old boy, let alone to do sexual things with one.
She could hardly even remember how it had all begun, except that she'd caught him jerking off and that it had excited her. That was nearly a year ago. She took off her bra with no fan-fare whatsoever and gave him only the slightest look of acknowledgment. Her firm, tiny a-cup breasts slid free and, as expected, Joey gulped audibly. As she'd suspected he didn't seem to even notice her panties come off, so entranced by her breasts was he. She stepped into the hot shower stream, then, and began to bathe.
She was fully aware of his eyes on her body. Slowly she washed the suds of soap up her young, nubile frame, paying particular attention to her breasts and only slightly more to her pussy. She trembled as she intentionally pinched her nipples between her fingers, not looking at the boy who watched her but delighting in the knowledge of his presence.
She looked over at him, suddenly, as she began to soap up her long blonde hair. He could be a statue! Eyes wide, mouth set in a tight grimace, a mixture of excitement and torment on his face. Water was splashing out of the shower since she hadn't closed the curtain. She turned slowly as she washed, feeling the cool air against her wet skin, sending more water out onto the floor. Her excitement built as she used a washcloth to soap up her body, especially when she realized he was rubbing himself through his pants.
Finally she finished and stepped out of the shower dripping wet. She walked over to him not bothering to cover her pale body. "Wanna start?" she asked, shrugging like it made no difference to her when in fact all she wanted was to go further.
He gulped, nodding his head slightly. Eyes locked on his, Tina slowly dropped to her knees.
"Wanna touch 'em?" she invited, referring to her breasts. As she looked down at his jean shorts Tina felt the boy's hands gently, nervously, touch her tits. It didn't seem to matter how many times they did this sort of thing, he was always nervous!
She shivered at his touch and began unzipping his shorts. He scooted his butt forward on the porcelain toilet and she pulled the shorts off completely.
Next she slid her hand over the bulge in his Fruit of the Loom briefs and cupped his whole, boyish package in her small hand, making him gasp. Now that the excitement had washed away any remaining shame from her, she used her slender fingers to pull down his underwear. Once again he lifted his butt up, and suddenly his hard penis popped out.
Still dripping wet from the shower, and feeling especially moist now between her legs, she gently gripped his member. As usual it jumped in her hand. She studied it slowly. It seemed harder than usual and there was no bush of nasty pubic hair obscuring it.
She loved that about his young cock. She stroked it up and down, making his legs tremble noticeably next to her. He would cum just from this if she continued much longer! But she wanted to go further, still, and had promised to, besides. She licked her lips, and pressed them together for a kiss.
As soon as her thin lips made contact with his penis' head he shuddered on the toilet seat, his hands gripping her shoulders. Tina quickly considered all the usual regrets she'd have later, but then dismissed them. This wasn't bad! This wasn't sick! She slowly opened her wet lips and allowed the member into her hot mouth. She could hear him moaning as she took his cock slowly inside, licking her long tongue around it as she did.
She looked up and could see his face convulsed in what could be mistaken for pain. She bobbed her head forward, quivering as the boy-cock slid across her warm lips, over her tongue. Her damp hair swayed around her head as she began to give him a "proper" blowjob: her tongue sped up, licking his head; her lips dragged across his 12-year-old shaft, making him moan while her throat made guttural sounds, relishing the invading object.
Ever so gently she placed her right hand on his balls, which were lightly fuzzed with the beginnings of puberty. She squeezed them gently. She could tell he was trying to remain quiet for some reason, as if someone might hear.
And then, just when her knees were beginning to hurt from kneeling on the cold tiled floor she heard him pant, "Aw god! Aw god!" She bobbed her head forward, knowing what would happen as the head of his dick hit the back of her throat, and sealed her lips around the base of his cock. And then she felt a final throb within her tender mouth. She sucked long and hard in encouragement, never letting his penis move back.
Then, finally, his cum spurted out--- it made her gag for a second as her mouth filled with it, then sigh eagerly as she sucked the gooiness down. She gulped it down her tight throat, into her belly. She shuddered in delight when it gushed down into her hungry stomach. She let the limp penis linger in her mouth for a moment.
She began sucking it again, licking the remnants of his sperm off, before finally pulling back. He was staring at her with wide, almost fearful child- like eyes. "What?" she asked, curiously, wiping saliva and cum off her lips with the back of her hand. He shook his head. "Nuttin'," he whispered. "Thanks." She stood up and gave him a wry smile then began to dry herself off, finally.
He snuck out as she did. What a weird kid, she thought to herself. She grabbed a toothbrush, most likely Joey's, and brushed her teeth as she hummed happily to herself. Then the feelings of guilt and self-loathing began to seep in, as usual. She tried to ignore them by pretending nothing had happened. She'd deal with those thoughts later. After brushing her teeth she got dressed again in her sweaty clothes, wishing she'd brought a change with her. She then went out to the living room where both she and Joey would pretend the whole thing hadn't happened, just like always, and watch TV.
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