I grabbed one of the discs at random, and as the video played in front of me I started touching myself. I watched as my aunt abused a girl of 13 or 14 years old. I heard her pleading at her to let her go, and her muffled screams as my aunt held her in place by clamping her little head between her legs. When I came, halfway down the video, I pushed the laptop away, and I went to sleep.

From that night on, I couldn't sleep without masturbating first. I tried browsing the web, looking for more normal porn in the hope that something else that would arouse me, but no matter what I tried, in the end nothing else worked. I told myself that it wasn't so bad. That I wasn't forcing them, just watching old videos.

Then I fell even deeper, when I started fantasizing about doing it in real life. I know I should have been terrified by that point. I should have told myself that it was time to look for help. That it was too much for me to deal with. But I didn’t.

Instead I started daydreaming of the things I would do if I had the chance. When I went to the town I would watch the girls walking along the streets or playing in the park, picturing them naked inside my mind. It became an obsession.

Then one day I caught myself making plans as I daydreamed. I had it all figured out. I would find a girl, take her home and then I would rape her. The only thing left was an opportunity.

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I was in the kitchen, putting everything away before I went up into my room. My body was tingling in anticipation when I looked outside, and in the dim light that escaped the house, I saw something moving towards the back of the house.

It was drizzling outside, and the wind was howling. I thought that it might have been a dog or maybe a deer, so I grabbed my flashlight and I went to the back door, walking quietly. I stood still, struggling to hear anything, but the only thing outside was the wind.

Feeling slightly silly, I pushed open the door and then I jumped up into the air, screaming in panic.

“Holy shit!” I screamed as I saw a girl, standing in the doorway.

She looked back at me, her face pale and her eyes wide with panic. When I managed to breathe again, I saw that she was soaking wet, her woolen pullover hanging down from all the water and her jeans were sticking to her legs.

“What the hell are you doing walking around in the dark!” I said a moment later, suddenly angry with her. “You scared the shit out of me!”

She looked even more terrified than before, and for a moment I thought she would just ran away. But my anger faded away, and I suddenly felt pity for her. It was too cold to be outside now, and soaking wet as she was she must have been freezing.

“Oh, I am sorry. I didn't mean to say that.” I said a moment later, crouching down so as not to tower above her.

“You must be freezing cold. Why don't you come inside with me?” I said, trying to convince her. “It's warm, and we can call you mom if you want to.”

She hesitated for a moment, but then she nodded, taking my hand as I led her inside. She left a trail of muddy footprints behind her, but I didn't care. I sat her in front of my cast iron stove, and a moment later I could see steam rising from her wet clothes.

“I will make you some tea. How about that?” I said to her.

As I waited for the water to boil, I looked back at her, and I suddenly froze in place. It was too good to be true. She just appeared out of nowhere, alone, and in this night? I felt my body tingling as I watched her moving closer to the stove.

Behind me, the kettle started to boil, whistling loudly. With trembling hands I made her a cup of tea, and then I walked back towards her. She was sitting on the floor, on a small pool of water, trying to squeeze her hair dry.

“Here you go, sweetie.” I said as I kneeled on the floor next to her. “What is your name?”

She hesitated for a moment before grabbing the cup from my hands, but she still looked cold. Grabbing it in both hands, she took a sip and her face light up in pleasure.

“I am Melanie.” she said a moment later.

“Melanie. That is a beautiful name.” I said, trying not to grin. “And how old are you?”

She looked at me for a moment, her face suddenly wary as she realized she didn't know me. Trying to put her at ease, I grabbed my phone and I held it out for her.

“It's okay, I just want to help. Do you want to call you mom first?” I said to her.

She hung her head in shame a moment later, breathing deeply.

“I don't know the number.” she said sounding ashamed. “And I am 14 now.”

I felt a shiver running down my spine, but I told myself that I couldn't rush it. Instead I calmed myself, smiling warmly as I thought about what to do.

I asked her what she was doing here, alone and under the rain, and she told me that she was following her older sister and her friends on the beach when she got lost. She saw the lights of my house in the dark and she came to ask for help.

Licking my lips, I watched her once more. She was soaking wet, and it stood to reason that getting her out of those wet clothes would be good for her, right? I told her to wait for me as I ran upstairs into my room, trying to find anything that would fit her. She was way too small for anything of what I had, but I found an old tshirt that didn't fit me, some jogging pants I didn't use anymore and a woolen sweater.

After grabbing a towel from the bathroom and went back to her.

“Melanie, you're going to get sick if you stay in those wet clothes. Why don't you change into this?” I said. “I don't have anything your size, but this shouldn't be too big.”

She took them from me and after looking at them for a minute she asked me where the bathroom was.

For a moment I had fantasized that she would change in front of me, but it was a bit too much to ask. Instead I took her upstairs, leaving her alone as I went down into the kitchen. I nervously walked around my table as I waited for her.

When I heard the bathroom door opening I stood still, trying to calm myself as she walked down the stairs. My clothes looked too big on her, but I was mesmerized. She had dried her hair as best she could before pulling it behind her hair, and now that I could see her well, I saw that she was really beautiful.

She had a small round face, long brown hair and brown eyes. For a moment I stood frozen in place as I remembered one of the videos. She looked almost identical to the girl in it. If not for the fact that she should be around 35 years old now, I could have sworn it was her.

“Feeling better?” I asked her when she stopped in front of me.

She nodded shyly, handing me a ball of wet clothes.

“Good. Why don't you go by the fire again and finish your tea? I will put this in the dryer and once it's done I can take you home, okay?” I said to her.

She smiled for the first time and then I went into the kitchen. Watching behind my back to see if she was looking at me, I set her clothes on the counter, untangling them and putting them into the dryer. There, still inside her pants, I found her panties. They were white, with a pink trim all around, and I started trembling as I watched them.

They were soaking wet with water, but it didn't matter. I closed my eyes, breathing deeply as I held then in front of my nose. They still smelled like her. A musky mix of sweat and soap.

Before she could realize anything, I shoved it all in the drier and set it to run. After calming myself a little, I went back to the living room.

She was sitting by the stove, her back towards me, and I started shuddering as I realized she wasn’t wearing any panties. Images flashes in front of my eyes, scenes I had seen in the videos, and it took all the self control I had to stay still. I knew that if I rushed it, I would only lose my chance, or worse, end it in jail.

Instead I sat next to her, watching her with a smile as she finished her tea.

“Once your clothes are dry I will take you home, ok?” I said to her, and she nodded eagerly.

She looked away, and an uncomfortable silence formed between us. Outside the rain kept falling, harder than before, and I felt nervous.

“So. Why did your sister leave you alone in the rain?” I finally asked her.

She looked at me again, biting her lower lip. Then she told me that she had been following them all day, but that when they saw her they called her a baby and they started running.

“You don't look like a baby to me, Melanie.” I said, trying to make her feel comfortable.

“Thanks.” she said, smiling shyly.

Then she looked behind me, pointing with one hand.

“Are all those yours?” she asked.

On the wall behind me there were a few shelves, full of books. They were all the books I had read since I was a little girl, all the way through college and into today. It was quite a big collection, and most of them were fantasy and horror stories.

“Well, not mine, but I bought them. I am a writer though.” I said without turning around.

“Really?” she asked.

“Yes! I write a lot of things, but what I love most are horror stories!” I said, and a moment later I froze.

She was too young. What if she didn't like horror stories? It would only push her away. I was cursing myself for being so stupid when her eyes light up.

“Ohhhh, that is so cool! I love horror stories! Especially the really scary ones!” she said excitedly.

Turns out that she was a big fan, just like I had been at her age, and while she hadn't read my book, she told me she would love to read it. I got up, picking one of the copies I had along with a pen, and I signed it for her on the cover, adding my Facebook contact on the bottom.

“This one is for you. And once you finish it you can tell me if you liked it.” I said, giving it to her.

She took it with a big smile, and wrote me her own Facebook contact on a piece of paper, telling me she would start as soon as she got home.

We talked about books and movies we liked for a while, until Melanie finally opened up. She told me about her sister and her dad, how her mother had killed herself when she was little, where she lived, and how much she loved reading. She named a couple of her favorite books, and I managed to remember the plot of one of them. She looked at me, surprised, as I told her my favorite part.

Half an hour later. the drier bell ringed through the house, and Melanie looked at me, suddenly shy again.

“I think I should be going now. It’s getting late.” she said.

I wanted to keep her there, but I couldn't. I told myself that it would take time, that if I rushed it I would fuck it up. So instead I got up, holding out my hand for her.

“Sure. Go and get changed and I will drive you.” I said.

After picking up her clothes from the drier, she went upstairs to change, and a few minutes later we were driving in the rain towards her house.

She didn't live far from me, but there were no direct roads, so I had to drive across the whole town.

When we finally arrived, I parked the car outside, and sat looking at her.

“Here you are. Now, promise me you will write me when you have a chance. And remember, don't tell anyone you were with me, okay?” I said to her. “You will only get into trouble if you do.”

She nodded, clutching the book to her chest, and after a quick kiss on my cheek she ran towards her house.

When I drove away I felt nervous and excited at the same time. I wondered if she would write back, or if I had made a mistake by not taking advantage of her right there. But it was too late to change my mind.

I went back to my house, and after watching the video were I raped Aline, I quickly fell asleep, dreaming of her.

---

It took a few days until I heard from her again. I was very nervous, and concentrating on anything was extremely hard. I kept checking Facebook to see if she had left me a message, but for a long time she didn’t. I had her contact name, and I had checked what was publicly available on her profile, but I didn't want to add her first, thinking that it would be a bit creepy.

Finally, on the third day, just when I was about to send her a friend request, I got hers instead. Feeling elated, we started chatting that same night. She told me she had finished my book, but that she had to read the last part with the lights on as she was too scared to do it in the dark. I could almost imagine her, sitting on her bed with her pajamas, trembling in fear.

Like the first night, we started talking about books, and her school. She told me about her friends, which she didn't like much, and how little she saw her dad as he was always with his friends drinking or at work.

We became friends very quickly, and soon I was spending more time chatting with her over Facebook than working on my book. I started sending her my short stories, the ones I had written when I was in college, or the ones I wrote under other people's names. She started sending me pictures of her in school or in her room.

There was nothing sexual about it, not for her. Sending a selfie to a friend was something she just did, but to me they were precious. I watched them all the time, keeping them at hand whenever I masturbated, and that was becoming more frequent all the time.

Of course I wanted more, but I couldn't just ask her to get naked for me. Instead I became her friend, until she opened up every secret she had with me.

Finally, after a couple of weeks, I saw an opportunity. She told me she had to get a new pair of jeans, as she had ripped her when she fell from her bike, and I told her I could buy her a pair, just as a present. She sounded unsure at first, but I convinced her, and we finally met in the shopping mall.

She was wearing a pair of old battered jeans, ripped at her knees, and a white t shirt that hugged her body. I stood to one side, watching her for a few minutes until I walked up to her.

She had a pretty good idea of what she wanted, so 15 minutes later we were walking outside with her new jeans in a bag. Not wanting for it to end so soon, I took her to the food court and we spent the afternoon chatting and laughing.

After that it became easier to see her, and I started walking along the lake or in the forest. We went shopping from time to time, and we would spend hours while she tried different shoes or clothes. I would watch her after she came out from the changing room, smiling as I told her how good it looked on her.

I got more and more comfortable being with her, until one day, as we were passing in front of one of the shops, I pointed at a red dress that was on display.

“Wow, look at that.” I said, pointing it. “I bet you would look beautiful in it.”

She turned red when I told her she should try it, but after a while I managed to convince her and I waited outside the changing room as she tried it on.

A few minutes later she came out, and I was stunned. She looked gorgeous in it, and for a moment I didn't know what to say.

“Wow…” I mumbled when I saw the sales girl looking at me uncomfortably.

The dress itself was gorgeous. The top ended just over her breast, though there was a lacy layer above all, that went around her neck like a shirt, and the bottom was layered. Whenever she moved it bounced around, drawing my eyes towards her.

It wasn't that revealing, I thought. The skirt ended just over her knees, but she wasn't used to wearing a dress.

“It looks gorgeous, Melanie. Do you like it?” I asked her a moment later.

“Yeah, it's pretty.” she said, sounding a bit doubtful. “But it's a bit expensive.”

I waited a few seconds, so as not to sound so eager, and then I smiled.

“Oh, don't worry about it. It will be a gift from me, if you want it that is…” I said, crossing my fingers.

It took a while, but I managed to convince her again, and once we were out I also bought her a pair of black knee high boots and black panty hose. She kept thanking me all the time as she carried the bags towards my car.

“It's not a problem. Just promise me you will send me a picture of how it all looks when you got home.” I told her.

That night she sent me the picture, and I told her how pretty she was as I masturbated in front of the computer until the key were sticky with my juices.

The next week I took her to a restaurant I knew on one of the neighbor towns. She wore the dress and the boots I bought her, and I wore a black dress that I had bought for my first book presentation. We sat on a table outside enjoying a beautiful night, eating and laughing for what felt like hours. She was just gorgeous, and as we talked my mind was racing, wondering how I would take everything one step further.

When we got to the car, it was only 9 pm. I looked at her for a moment, thinking of how to invite her to my house without making it creepy.

“Do you think your dad will get angry if you get home at midnight?” I asked her. “We could go back to my home to watch a movie...”

“Sure. It's a Friday so he is probably already drunk at the bar. We have time.” she said.

We climbed onto the car and I drove towards my house, trembling in anticipation. She asked me a few times what movie we were going to see, but I kept quiet, smiling as she begged me to know.

When we got to the house she ran towards the living room, throwing herself onto the couch as I went to the bookshelf, searching for a movie I had seen a few months ago. It took a while, as my aunt’s handwriting was small and hard to read, but I finally found it.

“Ta da!” I said, holding the box in one hand. “The Orphanage. It's a bit old, so I am pretty sure you haven't seen this one yet.”

“Ohhhh, what is it a about?” she asked, getting comfortable on the couch.

“Nooo, no spoilers. Just sit and watch.” I said.

I plugged my laptop into the TV my aunt had in the living room and then I turned around.

Melanie was sitting on the couch, her legs folded under her body as she hugged one of the cushions. The dress had climbed up her legs, showing most of her pantyhose.

“You are going to ruin the couch like that. No shoes!” I said as the movie started playing behind me. “Here, let me do it.”

I kneeled on the floor in front of her, taking her feet and sliding her boots off. I ran my fingers over her black pantyhose, shivering as I felt the nylon under my skin, but she didn't seem to notice. Her eyes were already glued to the screen.

I turned off the lights, and after taking off my own shoes, I sat down next to her. She moved a little closer to me, pressing her hips against mine thought she didn't seem to realize that.

I laid back, watching the screen, though I hardly paid any attention to what was happening. All my senses were on Melanie. I could feel her body heat as she moved closer and closer to me, and her perfume was intoxicating.

As the movie moved forwards, she started wailing in fear with every jump scare, until she threw her cushion away and she pressed her body against mine, hugging me and burying her face against my chest.

I hugged her back, burying my face in her hair and breathing deeply. By the time the movie was over she was trembling in my arms, but she was also smiling.

“Did you like it?” I asked her as I turned on the lights again.

“Yeah! It was so cool!” she said as she laid on the couch, stretching herself like a cat.

For a moment I was about to tell her to stay, but I felt it was too fast again. Cursing myself I drove her to her house like the last time and I went back. The house smelled faintly of her, and as I watched the couch I could almost imagine her naked body on it.

After that, she started coming to the house more frequently. At first I was too scared to try anything, but with time I grew comfortable. When we watched a movie she would always touch me in some way. If it was a horror movie, she usually sat right next to me, pressing her back against me. If it was a comedy she would sit on the other side, her back against the armrest and her feet on my lap. I would spend the movie massaging her feet with a big smile on my face.

From time to time she stayed for dinner too. I would make Mac and Cheese, her favorite, and we would sit in the kitchen table to eat as she told me about her day.

One night, feeling a little more adventurous than usual, I opened a bottle of white wine, pouring a glass for me before I showed it to her.

“Do you want to try it?” I asked her.

She looked at me, doubt all over her face as she held her empty glass in one hand.

“Come one, just a little bit, and we can add some sparkling water to make it softer.” I said.

She finally agreed, and I poured her just a little bit of wine that I cut down in half with the sparkling water. I placed the bottle on the table and I took a seat, grabbing my own cup.

“Try it, come on.” I said, sipping from mine.

She breathed deeply, and then she took a sip. It was a pretty sweet wine, and with the sparkling water it must have been very similar to a soda. I saw her licking her lips and then she hummed in satisfaction.

“Its tasty!” she said a moment later, taking another sip.

“Yeah.” I said.

“You know, my dad used to give me red wine with sparkling water when I was little. It used to drive my mother crazy.” I said as I closed my eyes for a second. “She would start telling him how he had ruined the wine, and all that. She was a very uptight French, and my dad was a very laid back Italian.”

I saw her glass was empty again, so told her she could have more if she wanted. I smiled when I saw her pouring herself a little more than before.

The rest of the meal went over quietly, and by the end I was feeling bold from all the wine. When she finished eating I got up, grabbing her hand and I took her to the couch, taking her glass with her.

“Do you want to play a game?” I said to her as we sat on the couch.

She took another sip of wine before nodding.

“Sure!”

“I am pretty sure you have played this one before, so, how about Truth or Dare?” I said, feeling as my face got red.

For a moment I feared she would say no, but she nodded enthusiastically and I let her go first. She was innocent, as only a child could, and I always answered her questions. She asked me about my parents and my aunt. About my friend and places I had been.

I, on the other hand, had a very clear idea of where I wanted to get, so I asked her different questions. I asked her if she had kissed a boy before, which she told me she had, and how many boyfriends she had in the past. She turned red with shame as she told me that there had been two boys, both classmates.

I later asked her if she had seen a boy naked before, and she turned so red I started laughing, but in the end she told me she had, once during a sleepover. She said she was staying at a friend's house a few years ago, and she went into the bathroom without knowing. Her friend’s brother was just coming out of the shower and he saw her naked before she managed to slam the door closed.

When she realized my tactic, she started choosing a dare, and I told her to run to the beach and back in the dark, or to drink more wine. We were laughing all the time, and when it became my time again I was ready.

“Truth or dare?” I asked her.

She looked at me for a moment, her face twisting in concentration, before she made up her mind.

“Dare! No! Truth, truth!” she said laughing.

My mouth felt as dry as a desert, so I took another sip of wine. It was now or never, I said to myself, before breathing deeply.

“Have you ever been with a boy?” I managed to say after a moment.

She looked at me in shock before she laughed nervously.

“What?” She said, smiling uncomfortably. “Can I get a dare instead?”

“Nooooo, that is not how it works!” I said, throwing one of the cushions at her.

She moved away quickly, laughing as it sailed past her, and then she kicked me in my hips.

I acted hurt, but it had been just a bump. Even then, it was all I needed. I rose quickly, falling over her as she tried to get away. Despite the wine, or maybe because of it, I grabbed her hands, pressing them against the couch as I sat on her stomach.

She started struggling while she laughed, telling me to get off, but I grabbed both her wrist in one hand and I used the other to tickle her mercilessly. Tears ran down her face as she begged me to stop, kicking uselessly into the air.

As she struggled to get free, I felt her hips rubbing between my legs and my dress rode up my hips, leaving my panties in plain view. She was laughing so hard that her face started turning a deep purple color. When I realized that she couldn't breathe, I stopped thought I still held her in place.

“You cheater!” I said as I watched her from above.

My hair was hanging down around her head and my face was inches from hers. I could feel her warm breath on my lips, and a shiver ran down my spine as I felt her moving under me.

“You look so pretty…” I whispered.

I completely lost it then. I moved closer to her and I kissed her lips. She stood frozen in place at first, but a moment later she opened her mouth. I slid my tongue inside her, tasting the wine and the pasta as she kissed me back clumsily.

It must have lasted a few seconds at most, but it seemed to go forever. Then she turned her face away.

“Stop… Please…” she whispered.” Her voice musky and full of fear.

I stood back, releasing her arms before I got off her. She rubbed her wrists as she looked away in shame.

“I am sorry, Melanie. I don't know why I did that…” I stammered a moment later, feeling as everything collapsed around me.

“It's okay…” she said a moment later, but I knew it wasn't.

I told her I would take her home, and she waited for me in the car as I searched for the keys.

The drive back was pure torture. I wanted to tell her how sorry I was, to ask her to forgive me. I cursed myself for rushing it, but I kept quiet. Sitting next to me, she spent the whole trip looking of her window until we got to her house.

“Bye” she said before getting out.

No kiss, no see you tomorrow. Nothing. I watched her getting into her house and when the door closed I lost it.

“Fuuuuuuck!” I screamed as I slammed the wheel with my hands. “Imbecile! How could I do something so stupid!”

I drove back to my house, crying softly as I realized I had thrown away all the trust I had with her.

It was a long night, and I didn't get much sleep, but the next day was even worse. I wanted to give her time, hoping against all odds that she had just been scared. But the afternoon came and I hadn't heard anything from her. At times I was nervous, and other I was just angry with her for being so childish. But in the end I just wanted to talk to her again.

When I finally got a message from her, I almost cried.

She said that she was sorry for leaving like that, that she had been scared when I kissed her. I told her that it was okay, that I understood. We talked a little after that, but it seemed forced and it just made me feel uncomfortable.

Wanting to see her again, I invited her to have dinner and she said yes. I arranged to pick her up near her house and a few minutes later I was driving towards her.

When we were back in the house she seemed uncomfortable to be around me. She was wearing jeans and a sweater I had given her as a gift a long time ago. She looked to beautiful that I wanted to kiss her again, but I knew she needed space.

She sat in the kitchen while I made us something to eat and she slowly opened up again. By the time our dinner was ready she looked like her old self again, though I still felt a little nervous.

We ate quickly, eager to go to the living room and we sat to watch yet another horror movie. Like before, she curled up against me and I hugged her, breathing her perfume once more. I felt better after that, and I was finally able to relax.

When it was over, she picked another one, and I looked at her for a moment. We never saw two movies in a row, as it would become too late for her, but I knew better than to say anything.

When the second movie was over I turned off the TV and we stayed on the couch, tangled together like two lovers. She seemed uncomfortable again, though.

“I never did tell you…” she said a moment later.

I looked at her, not knowing what she meant, until I remembered what had happened before the kiss.

“That's okay, you don't have to tell me if you don't want.” I said.

“No, that is okay, I don't want to be a cheater.” she said smiling.

“I haven't, not yet… you know, been with a boy.” she said, her voice barely a whisper. “I am afraid it's going to hurt too much.”

Her face was a deep shade of red and when I looked into her eyes she turned away, looking uncomfortable.

“Oh, Melanie. It doesn't have to be like that.” I said, caressing her hair.

“I mean, mine was pretty bad, and I was pretty scared afterwards, but it was just because he was just a brute. He cared only for himself, and he didn't really know what he was doing either.”

That was a lie, actually. I had been surprised when I had my first time, or what I thought was my first time, because I hadn't felt any pain and I didn't bled either. It was only last year that I discovered why. My first time had been when I was 13, with my aunt and her strapon. But I wasn't going to tell her that.

“But of course, it doesn't have to be that way. If you find someone who loves you, that cares for you, it can be a wonderful experience. You just have to find the right boy…” I said.

“Or girl…” I whispered a second later.

She looked at me, her eyes shining as she licked her lips.

“Yes, I know.” she said.

I felt my heart beating wildly inside my chest as I realized that this was my chance. I looked at the clock hanging from the kitchen wall. It was almost midnight, maybe this was the moment I had been waiting.

“It’s getting late. It’s time I took you home.” I said, wishing she would understand what I meant.

“There is no rush. My dad is away for the weekend, he went fishing with his friends, and my sister doesn't even care where I am.” she said, looking out the window. “Maybe I can spend the night here. We can watch another movie, if you want.”

I swallowed nervously. I could swear that I knew what she was telling me, but I couldn't just ask her.

“Sure, if you want I can prepare the guest bedroom for you.” I said hoping my voice wouldn't crack.

“Oh, sure.” she said, but she sounded disappointed.

“Or, you can sleep on my bed… if you want.” I couldn't even breathe then. I just looked at her.

“Okay.” she said while she smiled.

I had to control myself, but I managed not to smile too creepily as I filled with joy.

There was no third movie that night. A few minutes after she decided to stay, Melanie told me she was tired. We went upstairs, and while she used the bathroom I searched in my closet for a tshirt that would server her as a pajama.

When I found one, I knocked on the door, and she opened it just enough to grab it. I went to the bedroom, waiting nervously for her to finish. But I was too restless, and before I drove myself crazy I decided to go back downstairs.

I locked the door and the windows, something that I never did before, and I turned off all the lights. I grabbed a big candle from the bookshelves and I light it. Warm light filled the living room and then I heard the bathroom door opening.

“You can use the bathroom now if you want.” she said from the first floor. “I will be in the bedroom.”

I almost ran up the stairs, blowing up the candle in the process, but I had the lighter with me. I set it on the sink and I brushed my teeth, before I undressed. I had the shirt I used to sleep on hanging behind the door, so I undressed and I slipped it on.

Before leaving I noticed Melanie's clothes, neatly folded on the floor. I couldn't resist the urge to check them, and I felt my blood freezing inside me when I found her bra there. There were no panties, though, but that would have been too much.

I picked up the candle again, and I carried it into the room. The lights were off, but by the light it gave I saw Melanie's form under the duvet, and when I set the candle on the dresser, she looked up.

I was too nervous to say anything, so I slipped under the duvet, feeling her warmth. I moved a trembling hand towards her, until I found her arm and when she didn't say anything I moved closer, until I was pressed against her back.

From up close I could hear her breathing quickly, and as I slipped one arm under her neck I kissed the back of her head.

“Have you… you know?” she asked me.

Hugging her closer I thought about the first time I had seen myself in the videos. How I had licked my aunt’s pussy, how I had fucked her with the dildo…

“Yes…” I whispered. “turn around, face down.” I said as I moved a little back.

She did as I said, and I pushed the duvet away. Climbing on top of her, I sat on her ass and I started massaging her back. I could hear her purring in pleasure a moment later, and I smiled.

“Why don't you take off that shirt?” I asked her.

“Okay.” she said, before she slipped it off.

Wearing only her panties, she laid on the bed again, and I watched her naked back for the first time. I was too afraid to move at first, but as I started massaging her back again and I felt her soft skin under my hands, I finally relaxed.

I took my time, working her back as best as I could, until she seemed to melt away under me. Then I moved to one side, and I told her to roll over.

With her eyes closed, she laid face up, showing me her small breasts for the first time. They were two small orbs, the size of oranges, and they looked so delicious. Sitting next to her, I started massaging her legs and her stomach. I was terrified that she would run at any moment, as I could see her trembling ever so slightly, but I couldn't control myself.

Working from her stomach, I started moving in circles, going wider and wider, until I got to her breasts. I grabbed one, kneading it softly until I saw her nipple getting hard and then I did the same with the other.

She was still silent, but I saw her moving her legs slightly apart, and I knew what she wanted.

I moved a little further down the bed, so I could get a better view of her crotch, and I started moving in circles again, this time going lower, until my hands were caressing her mons over her panties. I could barely feel her pubic hair under the fabric.

Her mouth hung open and her face was twisted in concentration, as I slowly moved downwards, until my fingers were dancing between her legs. Her panties were already moist over her pussy and I felt my body tingling in anticipation.

“Raise your hips…” I whispered, and a moment later she did as I said.

I grabbed her panties, and I slowly pulled them down, leaving her naked.

A soft fuzz of hair sat above her mons, the same color of her hair. I ran my fingers between it, caressing her skin as she moved her legs further apart.

Then I moved two fingers down, between her legs, until they slipped between her lips. She was already wet, and I couldn't resist myself. I took my fingers into my mouth, savoring her pussy for the first time. Her juices tasted musky and salty, and as I closed my eyes I licked my fingers clean.

Then I went back between her legs, moving my fingers up and down slowly as I fondled her breasts with the other.

“Relax, Melanie…” I said as I kept playing with her pussy.

Her only response was a weak whimper as I pushed one of my fingers deeper inside her. With only the tip inside, I could feel the tightness of her virgin pussy and I had to control myself.

There were two side of me right then, one that wanted to rape her savagely, until she was bleeding and crying, and the other that just wanted to savor her body for as long as possible.

Moving closer to her body, I leaned forward and I took her breasts into my mouth, sucking her nipples between gently between my lips.

She started moaning, and I pushed my finger a little deeper, moving it in and out of her pussy as I grew bolder. It was still tight, but I felt her loosening up, and I knew what would make it easier.

“Stay still.” I whispered into her ears as I moved between her legs.

I slipped of my shirt, throwing it away and then I lifted her legs, resting them on my back as I leaned forwards, until her pussy was in front of my face. I had waited so long for this, that for a moment I didn't know what to do.

But it didn't last long. Before she could realize what I was doing, I moved closer and I started licking her pussy. I felt her body trembling and a moment later her hands landed on my head, pushing me away.

I grabbed her hips in one hand, holding her down until she stopped pushing.

“Ohhhhhh… god….” she moaned a moment later, her hands gripping the bed sheets.

Free to work, I kept licking her pussy, running my tongue between her pussy lips until she was dripping wet, and then I sucked her juices greedily. Slipping one hand under her legs, I rested on finger over her tiny clit, and then I slipped my index finger inside her.

It was noticeably looser, and I moved it deeper than before, until my whole finger disappeared inside her.

“How does that feel, Melanie?” I asked her when I pulled back to breathe.

But she was too lost in her own pleasure to hear me, and with a smile on my face I returned to where I was. Once I thought she was ready, I started fucking her with my finger, moving as slow as I could. I heard her wince in pain a few times, but she never told me to stop, and after a while she was moaning loudly.

Her hands returned to my head, but this time she was pulling me closer, until my face was pressed against her pussy. I slipped my finger inside her, sucking hard until I heard her whimpering, and then I knew she was ready.

“It will hurt a little, Melanie, just wait until it passes, okay?” I asked her.

I waited until I saw her nodding, and then I pulled my hand out. I started sucking her clit while I stretched on hand towards her breasts, fondling them softly, and then I slipped two fingers inside her.

She lifted her hips in reflex, and I heard her moans turning from pleasure to pain. But it was gone in an instant, and I pushed her down against the bed once more, my mouth never leaving her pussy.

I started fucking her with my fingers again, moving them slowly as she started to get used to it.

The was just a hint of blood as I sucked her pussy, but I hoped that the pain hadn't been too bad. I concentrated on her pleasure, desperate to make her cum, and a few minutes later I felt her body tensing again.

“Ughhhhh!” She grunted as she strained against me.

I saw her muscles pulling hard all over her body and then she finally lost it.

She moaned loudly, her hips bucking like crazy as I pushed my fingers as deep as I could. Waves after waves of pleasure rocked her little body until she just collapsed on the bed, her breathing hard and uneven.

“No! No! No… stop! Please!” she said as her eyes shot open.

I moved back, knowing that she was just sensitive after her orgasm, and I sat on the bed, watching her as she recovered. She kept moaning weakly, her body shuddering from time to time, until she fell asleep.

With a smile on my face, I wiped my face on the sheets, and with the taste of her pussy still in my mouth I laid next to her, pressing my back tightly against hers.

When I woke up the next morning, I was still hugging her naked body against mine. She was snoring softly, and I didn't want to wake her up, but my arm was under her head and I couldn't feel it anymore.

“Melanie… time to wake up.” I whispered into her ears until she started to move.

I had to grit my teeth as blood rushed back into my arm, but it only lasted for a few moment before it turned into a dull throb.

When Melanie was finally awake, she looked at me, and then she looked shyly away when she realized we were both still.

“Did you rest well last night?” I asked her with a smile.

She told me she had, and with her face turning red, that she had liked what I had done to her. I told her it had been a pleasure, and though she didn't seem to be in a rush, I told her to get dressed and to come downstairs for some breakfast.

I hadn't felt that happy in a long time, and for the first time in months I felt satisfied.

I made us some toast and tea, and just as the water started to boil I heard her coming down the stairs. She was wearing the tshirt I had given her yesterday, and now I could see that it was just barely long enough to cover her ass.

She took her plate to the table, and we ate in silence. From time to time she would look up at me, smiling shyly before she looked away, and I couldn't help but smile back.

When it was over, I sat across from her, looking into her brown eyes as I waited for her to say something, but she remained quiet.

“So… do you want to try something new?” I finally asked her.

“Yessss! I thought you wouldn't want to!” she said enthusiastically.

I grabbed her hand and I led her towards my room, but she started to run when we got to the bottom of the stairs. She looked back once, and then she climbed the steps, two at a time. From below I could see her naked pussy as she ran, and I followed her as fast as I could.

When I got to my room, she was sitting on the bed, her back resting against the headboard and her legs folded against her chest. She was naked too, so I could see her pussy from the door, though she didn't seem to realize that.

I walked confidently towards her, sitting by the bed as she watched me nervously.

This time I knew that she wanted this, so I told her to lie down and I started kissing her passionately. Her lips were the sweetest thing I had tasted, and I lost myself in them as she started caressing my body.

I stopped long enough to take my clothes off, and once I was naked like her, I laid on the bed and I started touching her again. She was already wet and my fingers slipped easily inside her pussy, until she was moaning softly.

“Melanie, I want you to touch me like I am touching you, okay?” I asked her.

She nodded weakly, and I took her hand in mine, guiding her towards my pussy. When her fingers first touched me, I felt a bolt of pleasure coursing through my body and I gasped in shock.

A moment later she relaxed, and I felt her hand moving between my legs, her fingers slipping easily inside my wet pussy. When I managed to focus my eyes again, I saw her watching me intently.

“Harder. You won't hurt me.” I told her as I kept touching her.

I felt her pushing another finger inside me, but it wasn't enough. She was still too gentle for me, and I knew it would take me forever to cum like that. After all that time waiting, I wanted it now, and I knew how to get it.

“Wait, wait…” I told her as I caught my breath.

I got up from the bed as she watched without knowing what was happening. From my dresser I got out my magic wand, and with it in hand, I went back to the bed.

She looked at the wand in wonder, obviously not knowing what it was used for. Looking into her eyes, I turned it on and it started vibrating softly. The buzzing filled the room and her eyes shot open.

“Lie down, let me show you how it feels.” I told her as I moved back, giving her room.

I lowered the power until the tip was vibrating more gently, and then I moved between her legs.

“Just relax…” I told her as I pressed the tip against her clit.

The moment it touched her, she started shaking and trying to get away, but I held her in place as I knew the first time it would be like that. A few moments later she visibly relaxed, and she closed her eyes.

“Ohhhhhh… it tickles.” she whispered a moment later, and I smiled.

I set the wand into random mode, and it started moving erratically in my hand. If she was anything like me that would drive her crazy.

Now that she was ready, I made myself comfortable between her legs and I moved closer, until our pussy's were close to each other. Then I moved even closer, and placing the tip of the wand between us, I pressed it hard against her.

I felt the vibrations running through my body as I pushed my hips against her, and soon Melanie was doing the same. When I managed to open my eyes I saw her fondling her own breasts and then I pushed the power up one level higher.

The buzzing grew faster and more urgent, and I heard Melanie's breathing getting faster too, until she was hyperventilating. Her face was twisted in concentration and a soft whine was escaping her throat.

A moment later I finally came, and my whole body tensed as it tried to pull itself together. I couldn't control my hands, and the wand just slipped between my fingers, landing on the bed under my ass. It kept vibrating as I shuddered in pleasure.

Then I heard Melanie screaming as she too came. When I managed to recover again, she was lying on the bed, her legs wide open and her arm draped over her eyes. Her pussy was dripping wet and the sheets under her ass were already sticky with her juices.

I turned off the vibrator and I sat on the bed, watching as she recovered from her second orgasm. I thought she looked so sweet then, as she tried to recover her breath. But most of all because she was finally mine.

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After that, we started spending as much time together as we could. We still watched movies and had dinner together, but now every night we were together we would have sex. As time went on I started trying new things with her, and she was always eager to please me, no matter what I wanted.

She learned how to suck my pussy, how to finger me and how I liked to have my asshole touched when she was doing it. But I always wanted more, and soon our relationship turned into one of dominant and submissive, almost without me thinking about it.

I felt drunk with power, and I kept pushing her all the time, thought I was still careful to go slow.

A few months after that first night I took her out to the same restaurant as before. She was wearing her red dress and the black boots, and as we drove I kept telling her all the things I would do to her once we got back. By the time we arrive at the restaurant, she was so horny that she wanted to go straight back to my house.

Laughing sweetly, I told her that we would first have a nice dinner, and then I took her hand as I lead her inside.

I had arranged for a table outside, with a view to the lake. It was colder than last time, and I saw her arms covered in goose bumps by the time the waitress had brought the menu.

As she tried to decided what to eat, I looked around, but it was still early and there wasn't a lot of people around, so I took a chance to play a little with her.

“Give me your panties.” I ordered as she read the menu.

She looked at me, confused for a moment, and then her face turned red as she looked around. There was a couple sitting a few tables to one side, and a lone man reading a book on the other. No one seemed to be paying us any attention though.

“What? Like now?” she asked me, her voice barely a whisper.

“Yes. Now, before I decide you are being naughty again.” I said to her.

I saw her face suddenly turn pale as she remembered last night. We had been having dinner when I told her to get naked. When she refused I pushed her on the table and I spanked her ass a couple of time, leaving it red and sore.

She hung her head in surrender, and after looking around once more, she lifted her ass from her seat, just enough for her to pull her panties down, and she slipped them off.

Hiding them in one trembling hand, she pushed them across the table towards me. I took them from her with a smile, and then I left them on the table, just by our wine bottle. She looked at me in panic, but I held her gaze, until she turned her eyes away in defeat.

A moment later our waitress returned with our food and I saw Melanie's face turning even redder than before, but if she saw her panties on the table, she didn't say a word.

We ate quietly, making small talk and watching the lake as the sky turned black, and when she was about to finish her dish, I checked my purse for a little surprise I had planned to give her.

“Come with me.” I told her as I walked towards the bathroom. The place was busier now, with just a few empty tables, but the bathroom was mercifully empty when we entered.

I took her hand and I led her into one of the stalls, telling her to turn around and to bend over. She looked miserably at me, and for a moment it looked like she would say something, but in the end she turned around and she did as I said, keeping her hands on the wall.

I pulled her dress up, leaving her pussy in plain view, and from my purse I took out a trio of chinese balls. They were made of hard black rubber, with a solid piece joining them together, and in the end, a small ring.

I held them up for her when she turned her head around, and the look of panic on her face was priceless.

“Noooo! Please, not here!” she begged me, but I shushed her.

I licked my fingers and I ran them along her pussy lips. It wasn't really necessary, as she was already wet enough, so I took the smallest ball and I pushed it inside her. She gasped as it moved in, but she held still, as she knew I didn't like to tell her twice.

Then I pushed the second one in, and finally the biggest one disappeared inside her, leaving only the ring sticking out between her legs

I pulled her dress down, and after making sure it looked okay, I kissed her lips and I opened the door.

“Don't let it fall…” I warned her as I turned around, and without another word, I left her in the bathroom and I returned to our table.

She came back a minute later, her face covered in sweat and walking slowly. When she got to the table, she grabbed the edge and then she sat without really realizing her mistake until it was too late. I saw her gasping as the balls moved inside her, and she had to push her hand against her mouth to avoid screaming.

I called our waitress again a few minutes later, and I ordered us some dessert. Chocolate mousse for me and a banana split for her. She looked miserable as she ate silently, but I told her we wouldn’t leave until she finished and that seemed to do the trick.

A few minutes later, she pushed her empty plate away and she looked pleadingly towards me. How I loved to see her squirm, I thought then.

“Ahhhh, not yet…” I told her.

I pointed at her panties, still on the table, and she looked at me without knowing what I meant.

She looked so sweet when she was confused, that I couldn't help myself. I got up from the table, grabbing them and bunching them into a small ball. Then I stood next to her and when she opened her mouth to ask me what I was doing I shoved them inside her mouth.

“Shhhhh. Keep your mouth closed and no one will know. Now come, let's go.” I said.

She followed me quietly towards our car, but just as we were about to exit the hostess appeared besides us, wishing us a good night. I stopped in place, looking at Melanie as her face filled with panic. This time she knew what I meant.

A moment later her face turned red again, and she looked at the hostess, who was looking at us uncomfortably.

“Oooou ighttt.” she mumbled with her panties still in her mouth.

The hostess looked at her without knowing what to do, and before she could say anything else we were outside, heading towards the car.

Once there, I held the door open for her and she climbed quickly, shutting the door behind her as her face burned with shame. I walked lazily towards the driver side as my body tingled in excitement, and when I was inside I saw her spitting out her panties.

“No, not yet.” I told her, and thought she looked about to complain again, she took them into her mouth once more.

I turned on the car, and when we were on the road I opened up the glove box. My magic wand was in there, and when she saw it she started shaking her head in fear.

“Put on your seat belt first, Melanie.” I told her.

She clipped herself in, and with a look of fear in her eyes she grabbed the wand in her hands. A moment later a loud buzzing filled the car and I saw her pulling her dress up. Despite her protests, her pussy was soaking wet and when she pressed the tip of the wand against it she started moaning loudly.