Date: Mon, 17 Dec 2018 16:04:10 +1100 From: Henry Jones Subject: The French Connection chapter three (bisexual/adult/youth) The following is a work of fiction: Or is it? That's for you to decide. Constructive criticism welcome. Nifty needs your donations to provide these stories. Please follow this link http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Business Class or not, the jet lag kicked in and had me wide awake at 7am so I got up, showered, chucked on a T shirt and shorts, made myself a cuppa and started unpacking and sorting through stuff. It was around 9am when I heard what sounded like a splash. I walked into the kitchen and looked out over the pool area and saw someone doing laps in my pool. I opened the sliding door and went out and saw that whoever it was, was definitely female; in a small bikini and, from where I stood, looked to have a very neat little bum! I was still a bit disorientated; was it Pauline? I thought she would be at work. I watched her do another couple of laps and then she stopped at the steps and started climbing out and I knew. The pale blonde hair, the long slender arms and the legs that went forever meant it had to be Simone. Little stick insect Simone? Then again, nearly four years had passed. I walked through the gate and she heard the noise and turned towards me. "Arry?" she mouthed; "Arry!" she screamed and was running toward me in that funny way girls do, taking little steps and waving her arms as if she was a bird taking off but which, in effect, was totally useless. She threw herself at me, wrapping her arms and legs around me. I hugged her for a moment then untangled her and held her at arm's length so I could look at her and also to hide the fact that I had had an unintended reaction in my shorts from our contact. She was a vision! How to quickly describe her? She looked to be about 175cm or so or about 5 foot 8 inches in the old scale; quite tall for a girl. The top of her head was about my eye level anyway. She was slim and had very pale blonde, almost white, hair that, at the moment, was in two plaits down to her shoulder blades. She had smallish breasts (I don't know how to classify them) and, very disturbingly, I could see the outline of her hard nipples through her little bikini top. Her waist was small and a flat belly with a cute innie navel led down to her bikini bottom and a pair of very long, slim legs. Her hands and feet, from my two second study, seemed to be also slim. Of course the main feature was that face, eyes and that smile. No doubt about it; she wasn't pretty, she was beautiful! To requote a very old saying; my ugly duckling had grown into a swan. The tiny bikini she had on pretty well exposed her femininity rather than concealed it. I found out later she was only allowed to wear it when she was doing her almost daily laps in my pool. (But she knew I was arriving home didn't she?) There was a more modest one that she wore to the beach etc. "Look at you, how lovely to see you". "Allo Arry, welcome ome. Zee?" she said pointing to herself, "I ave grown up." `Grown up' had to be the understatement of the year! She bounced up and down on the balls of her feet saying "It is zo good to ave you back. Mamma and Papa and me ave missed you zo much." I replied "How are your parents? I'm really looking forward to seeing them again." "Zey are bose well. Zey ave gone to work today and zaid to tell you zey will zee you when zey get ome for a welcome drink." (Please excuse my attempt to relay Simone's accent but I feel it necessary to try and describe how she talks and how attractive it is.) "Are you at home on your own then?" I asked. "Of course!" She said as if I had insulted her or something. "It is zchool olidays and I ave just turned fourteen. I can look after myself!" She said that with a very serious tone as if daring me to doubt her. "Your English is very good." "Yes" she said "I try to speak English all za time now." "Well Miss Simone, come inside and have a glass of juice and tell me everything that has been happening" I said. She grabbed one of my pool towels; wrapped herself in it and I ushered her into the kitchen and we sat and talked until lunchtime when I made us both sandwiches. Once she was dry she unwrapped the towel and sat in her bikini as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do. The day was turning out, work wise, to be very non-productive. I had to admit to myself that I was enjoying the vision of her. Every now and then she would stand up and wander around the kitchen as she talked and I just drank her in. She had the cutest bottom, in that tiny bikini, I have ever seen. I know it makes me sound like a dirty old man but she was just so young and fresh and beautiful. After lunch I told her I needed to get some work done and she said she would go for one more swim and then start to get dinner ready for her parents. I watched her delightful figure dive into the pool then deliberately went inside. That evening I was invited next door for a drink and it was lovely to be reunited with Pauline and Samuel. Simone gave me a quick hug then disappeared to watch TV or something. The three of us chatted for a while and after a couple of drinks I said I must go and let them have dinner. We all agreed to catch up next weekend. The next morning around nine I heard a splash and guessed it was Simone in the pool once again. I was surprised at how much I longed to lay eyes on her. I mean she was a fourteen year old child! I went outside and she spotted me and waved from the pool. I called out "when you are finished, dry off and come inside for a cool drink." "OK, zee you zoon Arry." Ten minutes later she walked into the kitchen in that bikini again. God she was riveting! I tried to avoid looking at her but I was quickly losing the fight. We sat and had some iced water and started to chat. She wanted to know all about Dubai and the people there and then she stunned me by asking about Jade (Her parents, of course, knew we had set up house together.) "You and your girl; did you ave lots of ot zex togesser?" "Pardon?" I said. "You know, did you ave lots of ot zex wis your girl? I am very interested in learning all about ot zex." She said that as if she was about to do an English assignment or something. "W,well yes" I stammered "We lived together so there was sex involved as it would be with any couple in a relationship in that situation." "I am interested in learning all about ot zex" she repeated, "I am especially interested in finding out all about orgasms." I wasn't sure how to answer that so I said "I'm sure in good time you will find out. Do you have a boyfriend?" "No, boys are really ztupid at my age." "Do you have a girlfriend?" "No, I am not interested in girls in zat way, I want zomeone who as experience to zhow me. I do not wish to be groped and pawed by zome pimply long aired boy because e wants to get is rocks off." I really had no answer to that so I stayed silent for a little while. She had told me where she went to school; a very nice, girls only, private school on the North Shore. "Don't you have some school friends you could talk to?" "Not anyone I could talk to about zat." "Anyway," her head dropped a little, "I do not ave many friends at zchool. A lot of za girls tease me about my accent and call me `Froggie'." I had read about bullying at schools. So it appeared that even the elite private schools were not immune. I imagine this situation was probably worse because, if the target was a beautiful young foreign female, it would, of course, give the not so beautiful local females an excuse to vent their spleen. I also guess that pubescent teenage girls would have the capacity to be very cruel to each other if they wished. "Well they are just mean and nasty girls then so good on you for ignoring them because your English is very good and I love your accent." She went a nice shade of pink when I said that which only added to her attractiveness. In search of an answer I asked "haven't you talked to your mother about all this?" "My moser does not like to talk about zex and ztuff," she replied, "she is a very strict Christian and we ave not even seen each oser naked since I was twelve". I wasn't sure where this conversation was going and I was getting uncomfortable. "Excuse me for asking and you don't have to answer but haven't you started exploring yourself?" "Exploring myself?" "Yes, you know, down there." I pointed in the vague direction of her crotch, feeling myself going red in the face this time. "Certainly not!" She exclaimed. "I do not want to go blind!" "I beg your pardon?" I blurted, not believing what I was hearing. "It is a well-known fact zat people who touch zemselves down zere for pleasure will go blind. Some of za zenior girls are already wearing glasses." She wore such a serious look it took all my willpower not to actually laugh in her face. "Simone, that old story is just not true; it's just an old story that has been around for years. I don't even know where it started it but believe me, I know for a fact that it's not true. It really isn't, otherwise most of the population of the world would be blind!" She looked at me carefully as if to see if I was telling the truth and then she jumped up and said "I know zen, you can teach me because you ave ad lots of experience!" I sat there stunned. Here we were, going again with the English assignment! "Simone that is impossible! I am ten years older than you for a start and you, my girl, are underage. If anyone was to find out I even touched you sexually I would end up spending several very unpleasant years in gaol. People who interfere with young girls and boys are called Rock Spiders and are pretty much detested by the rest of the community. It is totally against the law, anyway what would your parents say?" "Nobody would know unless one of us told zem and I would not be telling anyone. Anyway I ave been on za contraceptive pill for zree weeks now to get my periods right and stop za pain. After my next period I will be OK to ave zex and ztuff." She said that last part as if everyone would come to the same logical conclusion. My conscience was starting to argue with itself. Here was this gorgeous creature inviting me to play sex games with her except although she looked like a woman she was actually still a child. I mean it would be another four years until she was allowed to vote, let alone have an alcoholic drink. "Please Arry, we would be good togesser and I would not mind you touching me all over." She blushed again when she said that and in spite of my conscience I felt myself starting to stiffen. "Simone, when people have sex it should be because they are attracted to each other. That way it makes everything better." "Well don't you zink I am pretty?" "I zink you are pretty" she said in a soft voice and there was that pink flush again. Oh God this was getting out of hand. "I want to have an orgasm to zee what it is like. Please elp me Arry." "Simone, if, let's just say if, I was to help you, no one must ever find out; not your parents or your school friends or anyone, ever, do you understand?" "Of course Arry, I know ow to keep a zecret. When do we ztart?" I was determined to say forget it and yet I really wanted to help her. Of course it was sexual but in a way I felt sorry for this child/woman who had no one to turn to. "Come with me" I stood up and held out my hand. My conscience had lost. I lead her to the couch in the living room and sat down. "Do you trust me Simone?" "Of course I do." "If there is any time you want me to stop you must tell me, OK?" "OK." "Turn away from me and take your bikini bottom off please." She stood in front of me, turned away and slid the small piece of cloth down her long legs to her skinny ankles and stepped out of it. Oh God, her bottom was so perfect I wanted to lick it. Instead I said "back up and sit on my knees." She did so and then I gently pulled her back so she was reclining against me. "At the top of your vagina there is a little spot called the clitoris. This is there for your pleasure and I am going to try and stimulate it. Open your legs for me please." She did so and my left hand went around her waist and down until I felt her pubic hair. I gently pressed and could feel her labia part. I licked the pad of my right middle finger and placed it around her between my left fingers and found her little clitoris. She gasped and jumped when I touched her there. I gently started rubbing little circles with my wet finger and she started to moan and move about. I could feel it swelling and I rubbed a little harder. Her breathing became ragged and all of a sudden she started spasming like she was having a seizure or something. After a while she grabbed my hands and pulled them away and put her knees together. Eventually she calmed down. "I think you just had an orgasm Simone, did it feel good?" "Zhat was za most amazing feeling I ave ever ad, old me please Arry." I wrapped her in my arms and could feel the warmth of her beautiful body against me. "Are zey always zat good Arry?" "From my experience they vary sometimes but they are always good." "Za feeling was zo intense I could not stand it anymore, I zought I might explode or zomesing." She said. She nestled in my arms for a couple of minutes and I thought she had gone to sleep. Then she softly said "Can we do zat again?" and opened her legs. I repeated the move with my left hand but the finger of my right hand encountered so much moisture I didn't need to wet it. The process started again and soon she was bucking on my legs as I tried to keep my finger in place. It wasn't long before she was crying out and the spasming started again. Once again after a short time she pulled my hands away and closed her legs tight. When her breathing calmed down she slightly turned her head and said "I love you Arry." It was very touching and I replied "Probably not but now you know what you have been missing." After a while I thought to myself, I wonder if she even knows her own anatomy. Now I know I do not possess female parts but I have seen enough of them over the years to know that while they may all look different they are all basically the same. I said "Have you ever examined yourself down there in a mirror?" "Of course not, I told you zat." She replied. I asked her to stand up while I went to the spare room. There it was on my Grandmother's old dressing table; her hand held mirror. I brought it back in and gave it to Simone and then sat back on the couch. "I will look away but I would like you to see what is down there. Open your legs, you will see outer lips called your Major Labia and then inside you will see your inner lips called your Minor Labia, some girls have big ones and others small ones. Mostly when your vagina is closed you sometimes cannot even see your inner lips but every girl is different. That wetness happens when you are sexually stimulated and then your inner lips swell up slightly. Later on it will prepare your vagina for penetration by a penis. "Oh yes you are right Arry, it zort of looks like an oyster zhell!" Yes, maybe, hadn't thought of that. I couldn't believe I was doing this sex education talk. "Feel up the top of your opening and you will discover a little bump, that's your clitoris that I have been rubbing. Like I said, it exists purely to give you pleasure. "Zanks Arry, I will look zome more in za mirror in my room. Ow come za air down zere is darker zan za air on my ead?" "I really don't know that answer but everyone's pubic hair seems to be darker than the hair on their head." I was about to say "That's how you can tell a genuine blonde" but immediately thought better of it. She sat back down on my knees and snuggled back into me and said "I feel, ow do you zay, zquishy all over. Would you take my top off please, I would like you to feel my breasts." This was the moment when I called a halt. This was definitely the moment when I put a stop to all this... Maybe. Oh shit, I was in so much trouble already so I unclipped the small top and placed a hand on each perfect breast. I felt her nipples harden in the palms of my hands so I just held her without moving. "Arry, do you love me a little?" she asked. "My sweet Simone, you are the loveliest creature I have ever seen and it was my privilege to show you what pleasure you can have. I love you like a dear friend." We stayed that way for a while and then the little minx said "could we do it just one more time please Arry?" Oh well in for a penny, in for a pound I guess. If I'm going to gaol, I might as well make it worthwhile. I got her to stand up and then I stood up and walked around her. Her skin was unblemished by even a mole or a freckle as far as I could see. Her wonderful breasts were perky and had small pale pink nipples that were standing out rather like the erasers on the end of pencils. She had a perfectly flat tummy and a wisp of golden blonde pubic hair which was so fine I could see her outer pussy lips through it. I got her to sit on the lounge then asked her to lean back and open her legs. I knelt down between her knees and put my head forward. "Oh Arry what are you doing?" "I think you will like this," I replied. I gently opened her outer pussy lips with my thumbs and the inner ones were small, pale pink, puffy and wet. She was perfection! I gently licked her slit and she bucked under me. Her nectar was delicious and I was rock hard in my shorts. I licked a few more times then sucked her little clit between my lips and worked my tongue on it. It was all I could do to stay in place as she bucked under me and moaned and cried out. Very soon the spasms hit her and she moaned "aaah" as she pushed herself to my mouth. When she calmed down she grabbed my hair and pulled me away from her little pussy and I looked again at the wetness and the swollen slightly gaping lips. I was aching for relief and so I thought, I've probably had it anyway, so I dropped my shorts and jocks and let my engorged cock be free. Simone opened her eyes at the movement and then they became super wide. "Arry, you are yuge!" "Thank you for that my sweet but I am, in fact, very average." She lifted her right hand and with her slim fingers grasped me gently. "Oh you are so zoft and zo ard all at once. Arry you do not ave any air." "Yes I know, I shave because it feels better that way." I put my hand over hers and gently showed her how to move it back and forth. I had been so aroused for so long it only took a few strokes and I was at the point of no return. I felt the spunk rising and three or four ropes of it fell across her lovely breasts and her tummy. Her eyes widened again. She reached out and dipped her finger in some of it then sniffed her finger and put it to her tongue to taste. "Arry, was zat your orgasm?' Yes I nodded and she broke into that beautiful smile and said "Zay are good aren't zay?"