Raising the Question
Hooter's Girl Karla Shaw snuggled up to the warm body next to her. Sex with Ron Lindstrom was always great and this evening was no exception. Despite being 20, Ron looked more like 15 or 16, short and skinny. Well, not so short and, she felt his arm, not so skinny either. His testosterone must have kicked in she thought. He was easily two inches taller than when she had first met him a couple of months ago. Then he hadn't been as tall as she, but she was pretty sure he was taller than her now. She knew that he had been working out but that alone couldn't have created the more muscular body next to her from that skinny kid. It had to be hormones.
And it wasn't only his height that had grown. Even when he looked like a skinny kid his hard cock had been a magnificent 9 or 10 inches long. Now it had to be 11 or 12. She reached around his body to feel it, also hoping to get his attention.
Since he had asked her out this latest time, she had been nursing a thought, debating whether to mention it. Another great session of sex had made up her mind. Now she needed to ask him.
"That's nice," he referred to her gentle attention to his organ. He turned to face her and his hand went to her substantial breast.
She broached the subject she had in mind, "I have a favor to ask you."
"Oh? What might that be?" He asked pleasantly, kissing a nipple.
"My sister, Kaylee, will be having her 18th birthday next week."
Ron was pretty sure where this was heading. He had never met Karla's sister but if she was even half as good looking as Karla ...
"I see." His hand moved to her crotch.
"I want to give her a nice present."
Ron suggested what he believed to be the case, "Don't you mean you want me to give her a nice present." He pushed his penis more firmly into her grasp to emphasize the present he suspected.
Karla laughed in what was almost a giggle. "Well I guess so, but not just the cock. I want her to have the whole Ron experience."
"The
Ron experience
is more than a big cock?"
"Of course, you don't think I'm here just for your cock?"
"What else?" He flipped her onto her back and slid the body part under discussion between her legs.
Her legs were between his and she tightened her thighs around the organ as he slid it against her pussy. "All the stuff you do. Not just with your cock, but your fingers and tongue. You know just where to touch and when."
He could feel her substantial clit hard against his penis. He smiled, "How would you know, you like anything, anytime."
"Maybe that's true, but you do it better than anyone else." She pushed her hips up to meet his descending cock.
He smiled as the head of his cock slipped inside her. "So I'm not your only partner," he joked.
"Like I'm your only," she knew he had several sex partners and could have a different, willing and anxious woman every night of the week. Maybe two or three more during the day. And probably not have to repeat any for a month.
He smiled and asked, "A virgin?" That distracted her so he flipped her over and began driving hard into her wet pussy.
"OH!" she exclaimed in surprise. She loved his large cock penetrating her and paused to enjoy it before answering between his inward thrusts, "No ... at least ,,, I don't ... think, ... Oh my god! ... keep that up! ... Oh fuck! ... thinks so. ... She's had .. a ... GOD! YES!" She lost her train of thought and concentrated on swaying her hips side to side as Ron moved smoothly in and out.
Convincing Kaylee
At home Karla approached her younger sister, "I've got a special present for your eighteenth birthday."
For some reason her sister had become somewhat surly over the past couple of years, "Oh sure, whatever," she mumbled through her purplish lips. She barely glanced at Karla with her overly made up eyes, the half open lids showing the same purple color as her lips.
"I think you'll really like it. Just keep the afternoon and evening free."
"I was going to the mall with my friends. Why so much time?"
"I think you'll like this much better."
"Oh yeah? What would you know about what I'd like better?"
"Trust me, you'll like this better."
"Oh sure, trust you that I'll like it better than hanging out with my friends anywhere?"
"Oh, Kaylee, we'd been so close, what's got into you?"
"You're off showing your boobs at Hooter's I've got my friends. To each her own."
"Kaylee, for me." Then she added, defensively, "and Hooter's isn't a topless place, I don't show off my boobs."
"I'm supposed to do something 'for YOU' on MY birthday? You're a hoot, Karla. And you're still showing off your boobs! Even if they are mostly covered." Part of the reason for her resentment was that Karla worked so much. Kaylee felt abandoned and, besides, guys at school frequently made rude remarks about her "slutty" sister. It wasn't really frequently, more like twice, but it stuck in her mind as if it happened twice or more every week.
"It's FOR YOU, not me. I mean, really, Kaylee, trust me that I've got a REALLY special thing for you.
"It's gotta be my birthday? gotta be that evening? Why not bring it by anytime?"
"I guess it could be some other time, but I want you to have it on your birthday. And you have to go to it. It's not something I can just bring by. God, Kaylee, I know you'll like it. You're always at the mall with your friends. What kind of special birthday activity is that?"
"Okay, I'll think about it."
The Present
On her birthday, Kaylee reluctantly and petulantly agreed to let her sister drive her to see her "special present". Karla parked her car in a residential area, took her through a gate and knocked at a back door. A thirteen or fourteen year old kid (at least that's what Kaylee saw) answered.
Karla introduced him, "Kaylee, this is Ron."
Ron saw a very tall (maybe six foot or more if she would stand up instead of slouching) and extremely thin, almost spindly girl, She wore cut-off jeans, cut at the crotch to be mini-shorts. She had an orange tank top that effectively showed off her modest breasts and stopped a foot short of her shorts, exposing a flat belly and very thin waist. But her head drew attention away from the rest of her. Short purple hair, dark purple lips, purple eyelids, green lashes and magenta cheeks contrasted with the orange of her top.
Ron took them downstairs into an eclectically furnished basement. On the way Karla walked behind and told Kaylee that Ron had promised to show Kaylee "a good time."
Kaylee collapsed onto the couch, "So what are you some kind of magician or wizard?" certain that some kind of magic would be needed to show her a good time in her current mood.
Karla answered, "Yes, I believe he is," and with that left.
The two of them sat uncomfortably for a few minutes. Ron felt a bit intimidated by Kaylee's height. She had towered over him and made him feel like he was only 8 or 9 years old. That fit with her feeling that he was only 8 or 9. He could sense her extreme nervousness and was a bit baffled by her interaction with her sister. "Did Karla say anything about why she brought you here?"
"No, only that she had a special birthday present for me and that I'd really enjoy it. Do you have it here? Where is it?"
"I don't want to disappoint you but I'm afraid I'm the present. She just told me to make sure you have a good time."
"Yeah, that's what she just said." She added, quite defiantly, "How are you going to do that?"
Ron didn't feel like it would be productive to just come right out and tell her that Karla expected him to have sex with her. "That's kind of up to you. I gather you'd rather be somewhere else."
"Yeah, I was going to meet my friends at the mall. Karla convinced me this would be better, HA! You're just not my idea of a good time. Sitting here like we're 6 years old, 'what do you want to do?' 'I dunno, what do you want to do?'. Jesus!"
"To the mall then. Give me a minute, I have to borrow my aunt's car." He came back, jingling the keys, "All set. Off we go."
On the way he told her, "I wish Karla had told you more about what she had in mind."
