This is the third chapter of a multi-part story centred around Mike, Trish and her friends.
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Unfortunately, this is mostly a true story. I have only changed a few of the details and names for privacy.
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Monday morning 11am: there was a knock at the door. One is never sure that they will show up, but surprisingly, they often do. I opened the door and remained in the doorway.
Connie was there on the front deck, obviously a little nervous. She was wearing a washed-out blue linen shirt, buttoned up to just above the nipple line. The soft inner curve of her twenty-one year old tits was visible in the open placket. Below her shirt she wore short denim shorts and a pair of sandals. A shoulder bag decorated with daises was slung over her shoulder.
She smiled nervously. Connie was here to become my cock slut. I knew it. She knew it. And I was going to enjoy it. She was my daughter Trish's best friend. The two girls had grown up together. I'd had my eye on Connie since I first saw her, when the girls had met at play group. Today would be the culmination of all the hard work with her over those years.
I looked at her hungrily, taking my time, saying silent. She shifted her weight nervously from foot to foot, hoping she passed muster. My eyes scanned her from head to toe.
"Hello, Mike," she said finally, breaking a silence that I'd made deliberately awkward for her.
I let her words hang there and adjusted my cock while continuing to look at the gorgeous young woman.
"Hi Connie," I replied eventually. "Good to see you. I'm glad that you have decided to become my cock slut today," I said to check the reaction.
Connie looked down but but did not turn away.
"Yes," she replied sounding a little vulnerable. "I want to..."
"Let me take your bag," I said.
"Thank you," Connie said as she handed it to me.
She made to step inside but I remained in the doorway, blocking her way.
"Before you come in, Connie," I said, "take your pretty shirt off."
She looked up at me like she hadn't understood.
"Yes. Out here," I stipulated.
"But...," she started to say.
"I want you to show me your tits, Connie. Now. Take of your shirt and get them out."
"Someone else might see," she explained, voicing her reluctance.
"Good. Then they will know what a slut you are."
We were on the deck at the entrance to the house. It was a little exposed to the street and any people walking by might see her, but the risk was low on a weekday at this time of day. Still, Connie felt the anxiety. Good. People often worry about the least likely events. I merely wanted to gently habituate the pure, sweet Connie to the thrill of following orders, a little mild degradation and humiliation and have her become accustomed to being naked anywhere, especially in front of strangers. If all went to plan, she soon would be ready to do that.
"Now stop mucking around. Take your shirt off and give it to me," I said.
She could have protested more or walked away (I wouldn't have stopped her), however, reluctantly, Connie chose her future and undid the buttons. She threw a few furtive glances over her shoulders. Slowly she slipped the blue linen shirt from her body. I took the shirt from her hand. It was still warm from her body and smelled of her.
"Arms by your side, Connie," I said.
She let them fall akimbo. She looked into my eyes. I held her stare. She wasn't angry or confused, maybe it was a look of acceptance. She seemed to relax as she realised it wasn't so bad being a little brazen. Maybe she was beginning to get into it. Maybe behaving like this was a turn on for the little sex pot.
I ran my eyes over her as she stood topless on the front deck. The perfect orbs of her young tits were visible to me for the first time for many years. White triangles, left by the tops of swimmers, were surrounded by flawless golden skin. In the centroid of the triangles sat tiny nipples which were dark and perky, each pointing a little towards its own side. Her navel was a delicious niche in her flat belly. Her neat denim shorts were all that she wore now except for light sandals. She ran her hands up and over her little meat mounds and gave her nips a little tug outwards. Naughty girl. My cock grew.
"What lovely tits you have, Connie," I said.
"Thank you," she replied. "I am glad you like them, Mike."
I stepped close to her and fondled her tits before kissing her. I hoped someone saw that.
"Feel good, too," I added.
I moved aside and with a stylish flourish of my arm indicated the way, "Come in."
Connie walked inside trailing a faint scent. Sandalwood, cinnamon and female. The sweet little darling had dabbed her self with perfume for me. I followed her arse inside and closed the door behind me. I put Connie's bag on the floor near the lounge and placed her shirt neatly on a chair.
"Thank you, Mike," Connie said, probably relieved to be semi-naked in more a private location. She held her left forearm across her nipple line, pressing the soft mounds to her body.
"Arm down, Connie," I said firmly. "Don't hide your titties from me."
She let her arm drop to her side a little uncertainly. She was unsure about how to act and what she was in for, I think.
"Your tits are really nice, Connie," I said as I approached her. "You shouldn't hide them. They should be out in the open for everyone to see. Don't you think agree?"
"Yes," she said, "if you want them to be."
"I do."
I was next to her now, our faces close. I looked down into her her clear blue eyes. Her face was angular, sculpted, like a model's. Her lips were full and moist. I held her face tenderly in my hands. Her blonde hair felt like silk under my fingers. I kissed her lips lightly, once, twice. Connie tasted yummy. Up close, her subtle perfume was intoxicating. I kissed her deeply. Her lips opened and our tongues met in her mouth. Her arms slipped around me and she hugged me close as the passionate kiss continued.
After knowing Connie since she was a child, our first real kiss was bound to be erotic. It didn't disappoint. Under my clothes, summoned by the kiss of this very fuckable young lady, my cock awoke. Connie held me close and I ground my hips against her. My growing erection rubbed against her mons. My hands ran through her hair.
We broke for some air.