Old House

Seth finally invited me over to the old house…

He actually asked me, if I “Been back to the old house?” but I shook my head.

“Not since Scary House.” He put his arm around me, and told me there was nothing to be afraid of, but I just put my head on his shoulder.

I’d had a crush on him since 4th grade, so 3 years now? He’s always been a year ahead of me, so he went off to Middle School, and then we got locked down for like a year. So when I saw him again.

BLING! It was like he turned into a teenager, overnight. I could finally go out after dark, on my own, and find what little nightlife we had. I heard about what was going on at the Old House, but the teenagers had a new name for it.

The Make Out House, or MOH in texts. So, our parents wouldn’t know what we’re talking about if they read it over our shoulders. Now, I was almost a teenager…

I hugged him tight, “I can’t believe I’m here with you.”

“Huh!” He turned me around, and held my shoulders. “Yeah, you’ve had a crush on me for what, 5 years?” Before I could ask him who told, he kissed me. Just on the lips, real quick, and then he put an arm around me again.

I bit my lip, and blushed, but he said “Watch your step, here.” He skipped a step, where the boards were rotten out, but then he just opened up the door. It was unlocked, and they had lights in there, but no music.

I looked around at all the teenagers, holding phones, and looking at porn on laptops together. Mostly old furniture dragged in from the curbs, but they weren’t just making out.

“Get a room,” Seth waved this one couple off a chair, and she had to pull her bra down. The boy zipped up his pants when she got off his lap.

“Yeah,” she helped him up. “Come on, loverboy.” And led him up the stairs.

“Oh,” I pulled out my top, “It’s kinda hot in here.” Pulled it up slowly, and he held out his phone, to shine it on my abs. I’d practiced, taking off my clothes, and not just for him. I thought he was way out of my league, so I had my eye on a couple other safety boys, but of course, I hoped it would be him.

“Huh, you still have that Sergeant Calhoun costume?”

“Oh,” I shook my head, and he turned his phone back. “Yeah, but it doesn’t fit.” it was a couple years ago.

From Wreck it Ralph? Maybe if I took the nerf ball that I cut in half out of the chest armor, but I made it a couple years ago for Halloween. So, it probably wouldn’t fit my hips, either. All though, I had to pad those out, the thighs, and shoulders too. To get that wasp waisted football player figure, so now that I think about it, maybe I could make it fit?

“I didn’t know you even liked Wreck it Ralph.”

“Huh?” He turned the phone back around, to show the Sergeant Calhoun Cosplay photos he found on the internet, shine it up under my shirt to look at my bra. “Fixit Felix is a lucky guy, I’ll say that!”

“Huh!” So I turned around to sit down. Feeling like the luckiest girl, or at least my lucky night.
He put his arm around me, to hold up the phone like a selfie, but he kept looking at Sergeant Calhoun. Or older girls dressed up as her. I laughed, wiggling my butt to get it pointed straight up. “I’d probably have to get a boob job to fill those breast-plates.”

“Oh, no,” he stopped rubbing up and down my tummy. “These are just fine.” Kept going up, to cup my bra. “She’s a cartoon character, nobody really looks like that.”

I just nodded, my eyes slowly drooping. Now that I had his hands on me, and they were really His hands. “Nobody really has those hips.” He rubbed around the side, and stuck his thumb in to unbutton my shorts. His breath hot, and loud in my ear, “Huh,” he whispered loudly. “You’re not a natural blonde?”

I shook my head, but I grew my hair back out, cut it, and grew it out to cut it again. So I didn’t even have blonde tips. “Oh, Seth!” He pulled out my underwear, and slipped his fingers in, to run them through my pubic hairs.

“Guys, can you keep it down, I’m trying to get a beej over here.”

“Oh!” I blinked, and looked away from Stephanie, bent over the couch, on her knees, with her head in some boy’s hands. “Uh,” I got up, and took his hand. Looking back, “We better go upstairs, and get a room, then.”

“Yeah,” he adjusted his pants, “All right.”

I know, I know. It’s slutty as fuck to put out on a first date, but it didn’t feel like a first date to me. “Uh what’s the rules here anyways?”

“Don’t knock, just listen at the door to see if you hear anyone in there, but if you see one.” He held up his phone like a flashlight. “There,” he pointed out one with the door open, and pushed my back. Down low, between my butt, and my ribs, but then he took my top up with his hand, to pull out my bra strap.

“This buckle in front?”

“Oh, no.” I just crossed my arms, and pulled my shirt off. “It’s a training bra, so.”

“Let me help you.” He pulled it, so it stretched enough in back, I pulled the front so it didn’t catch on my nipples, then ducked to slip my shoulders, and arms out.

He shut the door, and shone his phone screen back, but I saw it was just a blank screen. All white, to put out the most light. “You really like them? I know they’re not much.”

“No, I love them. They’re you, and I love everything about you, but if you do get bustier, that’ll just be more to love.”

“Oh!” I hugged him, just glad to be out of that den of teenagers. Looking at us, and judging us. I guess, I’m sure they’re looking at porn, and at least heavy petting as they got turned on, but I can’t believe Stephanie blew a boy right there in front of everyone like that.

Oh well, if I had a body like that, I guess I’d want to show it off, too. Still, she’s such a slut. Even before she finished 6 grade, I heard.

I shook my head.

“What?”

“Oh nothing, you’re doing it just right, um.” I felt his shirt, and pulled it up to get at his pants, but he let go, and held his arms up. So, I could pull it off, and feel his chest.

“Huh,” he grabbed my hips, and rubbed my tummy really hard. “How do you get so much definition in your midriff? You’re cut!”

“I’ll show you later,” but I got his fly open, and my hand in his pants to feel his stiffy, and what was he saying about when we get bigger? Well, he was talking about bigger tits, and I was only half joking about that boob job, but now I’m trying not to be too disappointed.

He’s 13. Years old, he just barely finished middle school, and you’ve just been hitting the porno a little too hard. It’s hard, and a little too. Well, little? It’s your fault, and no one else’s that you got your hopes up for a big old porn star jock in Jr. High.

“Huh!” I just pulled down my underwear, and got down. Wishing he at least had a mouthful, but telling myself that if he’s not too long, he can’t gag me on it fucking in my throat. “Ahl! Ugh!” He bumped it, and I didn’t dry heave, or anything, I’ve been practicing.

“Huh, where’d you learn to suck dick like that?” He held my face, up in the dark. His phone went dead, but he felt my cheeks like a blind man reading my face.

“Oh, you know. Hot dogs, bananas, and stuff. Mostly.”

“But not on a boy?”

“No, you’re my first, guy. You’re not a boy any more,” I was about to make him a man. My man, “but they don’t have any beds in here, uh?” I put my hand up, when he unlocked his screen, and shone it over in the corner.

“Not really, just a filthy mattress.” On the floor in the corner, but a pretty big one.

“That’s perfect,” I pulled his hand, “Lets get it even dirtier!” LOLing, looking forward to ROFLing.

After all that foreplay, we didn’t waste much more time. I barely got my shorts, and undies down. Bent over, before he pulled my arm, and rolled me over on my back. Holding his phone up, in one hand.

“Don’t take any pictures,” I covered up.

“I’m not, I just can’t see what I’m doing.” My fingers popped out, with a slurpy sound. “Holy shit you’re wet!”

“You’re hard too, let me.” I just bent it down, to split myself wide open, and feel the tip around my hole. “Huh!” Finally, he was inside me, and I reached up to pull him down. On top of me. “Oh Seth!”

“Uh, I don’t have a rubber, so I’ll have to pull out.”

“Sh!” I don’t care? I mean, yeah. The last thing I want is to get pregnant at 13. Okay, almost 13, but it isn’t any 9 months. When I’m in my right mind, I can think about that stuff, and what a bad idea it really is, but not now. Now, all the blood was rushing to my sex, sucking at him, hungry for him to put a baby in me, right the fuck now.

“Uh, ah fuck, oh god!” He practically yanked me off the bed trying to pull out, when I was holding on like a spider to keep him in there, “Uh!” Finally, he grabbed it, and fapped loudly in the dark. “Uhh, Tam. Tamora.”

“Uh!” I kicked him. “What the hell, Seth?”

“Uh, I’m sorry.”

“Who the hell is Tamara?”

“It’s not Tamara, it’s TamOra, Calhoun?”

“Uh,” LOL, “Sergeant Calhoun?” I had no idea he had it that bad for her, but I had it pretty bad for him.

“Yeah, that’s her real name.”

“She doesn’t have a real name, you said it yourself, she’s just a cartoon character.” At least I don’t have to worry about him meating another woman like that IRL.

“I know, I know.” He finally held me, and lay down to cuddle with me, spooning, and the waisted dribbles of baby batter ran down my abs sideways. “Huh, it’s just that ever since I saw you in that costume. It’s just the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Huh!” If only I knew.

“Girls with guns, are so sexy.” 2 whole years? It took him 2 whole years to tell me that, or even talk to me.

“Oh, okay.” So, I’m going to have to get serious about fixing that old costume, so it fits me again.

“You ever heard of Kirsten Joy Weiss?”

“No?” He got out his phone again.

“She’s got a Youtube channel, she’s a trick shooter, you’ll love her.”

“Well…” She not my type, and I hate her teeth, but if that’s what it takes to get him up again.

If I only knew that’s what it took to turn him on, I would have worn that sexy armor every day until he fucked me. I guess I can’t really wear the holster, or bring the big gun to school. They might get the wrong idea, but we don’t have to worry about that for a couple months. Too bad he’s going to be a freshman in high school, but there’s always after school, and weekends to dress up.

To think that, I accidentally hit on it 2 whole years ago, but on second thought. He was only in 6th grade, so he was probably even punier back then.

“Huh, well maybe we can go out to my uncle’s farm on a date.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, he’s got a range,” Well, really it’s more like a ditch, with a dam we can use as a bullet trap, so nobody gets hit with a ricochette. “And guns we can shoot?”

BOYOYOYING! I could feel it spring right back up between my butt cheeks, but I wasn’t ready to start taking it back there. On my first date ever? No, we better save that for later.

“Huh!” I rolled over, and he put his phone down, for round II…

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