I'm Charley. I'm pushing forty and am a rather large man, not fat but solid beef and muscle. I'm a bit of an extrovert, hail fellow, well met, and all that nonsense. I also like the ladies. A lot. Which is partly why I'm telling this little story.
I was sitting on my back porch, enjoying a beer and the dying sunlight, when little Angela popped over my fence on one side of the yard, intent on cutting across my yard to her destination, the house behind mine, where her friend lives. The railings on the fences make this a fast way for her to get there. Mind you, she has to come back the long way, being too small to climb over the fence without the railings to help. Or perhaps she climbs the fences in the other direction. I just know I've only ever seen her go one way.
"Hey, Angela, have you got a moment?" I called and she came to a screeching halt and turned to look at me. She gave a shrug, which did lovely things to her upper anatomy, and came trotting over.
"Um, you don't mind me taking a short cut through your yard do you?" she asked.
"Course not," I scoffed. "There was just something I wanted to check up on. You're eighteen now, aren't you?"
"Last week," she said with a smile.
"Thought so," I said, standing up and stretching. "Now that means that, sooner or later, some boy is going to catch you. "I've decided that seeing I like you I should really take steps to ensure that your first time is a memorable one, and I mean that in a positive sense."
From the look on her face you'd thing I'd hauled off and slapped her one. She was blushing, her mouth open, and trying to stutter something. It's real hard to say anything meaningful while your mouth is hanging open. Try it and see.
While Angela was trying to come up with something to say I reached over and hooked a finger through her belt and tugged on it, bringing her closer to me. Then I started undoing the belt. Angela watched for a moment, puzzled, and then came back to life as she caught on to what I'd just done.
"Hey," she snapped, grabbing at her belt. I intercepted her hand, catching hold of it.
"Stop that," I said. "If you want something to hold, hold this."
I was unzipping as I spoke, bringing my little toy into play and wrapping her hand around it. I wasn't erect at that stage but as soon as Angela's hand closed over me I started heading in that direction. From the look on her face she probably hadn't actually laid hands on a man's little toy to this stage. Or not so little toy now that it was standing up and looking around.
"What do you think you're doing?" she demanded.
"I'm just undoing some buttons," I pointed out, my fingers busy at the front of her blouse. I was tugging at the blouse as I went, freeing it from her slacks.
"But you can't do that," she protested.
"Or that," she added, when I unclipped her bra, delighted to find it had a front fastener.
"Don't be silly. Of course I can," I told her as my hands closed over her breasts. "After all, why should you have all the fun?"
She looked puzzled for a moment and then blushed and snatched her hand away from my cock. I promptly caught her hand and put it back, feeling it close around me again.
