Jean was a neighbor kid from down the road. Fourteen going on twenty five if you know what I mean. Her mother was a fat welfare queen that split when she was about six and her father is an old drunk. He tried but usually failed. She started to hang around my place simply because I was willing to let her and I listened to her some. Hell, from the time she was twelve she almost lived with me. At fourteen she was almost six feet tall. Long legs , nice ass, pretty enough face, curly light brown hair and smallish tits. Not too bad but the signs were there that by twenty or so she would be fat like her mother. Already she had a little pot growing and signs of an extra roll around her waist. But that was in the future. She used to come up and use the pool a lot. Some of the swimsuits she wore would give a stone statue a hardon for Christ’s sake. Three little triangles of cloth and some string and always a size or two too small. Lots of nights I went to bed and jerked off thinking about her. We had talked about sex a time or two and she had always said she was waiting for the right man when she was older. Maybe, teenaged girls chance their minds real easy when the juices start to flow. Personally I figured she would be knocked up by seventeen.

As I said we had a pretty good relationship for an old fart and a teenager that were not even related. Things at home got pretty bad that fall. There was no money, no phone, not much heat and there was talk of having the power shut off. Her father would not call social services and forbid her from doing so. Many nights he didn’t even bother coming home. One night she came over asking if she could borrow something to eat. She had eaten soup for breakfast and had gotten a cheese sandwich at school.[ no lunch money] and there was nothing left in the house. I invited her in and we called in a pizza. When I found out that the water heater had quit too I invited her to shower and clean up at my place. Well in the end she spent the night sleeping on the couch. In the morning I told her to bring some clothes over and that she could have the spare room until her dad got his act straightened out and so she moved in.
Her dad never noticed for a week and when he found out about it he said fine she can be your problem. To be fair he was having other troubles at the time and I think he was relieved to know that she was being taken care of. He even sent a note to the school and the doctor telling them that it was OK to talk to me about any problems she might have. It took a while to get used to having her around the house, I mean panties hanging in the shower and flashes of too much bare skin as she ducked from the bath to her room when she thought I was not looking. Still it was sort of neat having her around. She was a good kid even if not too bright. She was scared to death of thunderstorms though and it was a real bad storm that changed things around the house forever.

I awoke one night to two things. One was a bright flash and the crack of a close lighting bolt. The other was a tall warm body gripping my back and shivering in fear. I rolled over without thinking and she snuggled into my arms before it occurred that I was naked since I always sleep that way. While I was worrying about that minor detail I realized that she must sleep the same way since she was there in my arms totally undressed. Well she needed comforting and support more than either of us needed modesty at that point so I just held her until she fell asleep in my arms. She was a nice armful too. In the morning we awoke and had to deal with the lack of coverings but when I offered to look away while she left she just laughed and said it was a little late to worry about skin. So I got to watch as she stood up and stretched before walking away. A very nice way for an old man to wake up and one I highly recommend.
After that night we tended to forget about being clothed all the time and it became common to see each other nude. No big deal except I spent a lot of nights jerking off after seeing her young body wandering around in the buff. She had been living with me for just over four months when she piped up one day and announced that she had decided to have sex and that she had found the perfect partner. Well I had to answer that but no matter what I said nothing could move her. She described her future lover and to tell he sounded like a good choice.

Clean, considerate, gentle, caring, and an all around nice guy. Someone she felt she could trust not to hurt her either physically or emotionally. I ran through the list of friends I knew of but I drew a blank. He had to be someone I didn’t know. The upshot was she was soon on the pill with the understanding that she would do nothing until she had been on it at least two months. OK I know one is supposed to be enough but I convinced her to be extra careful since the last thing she needed was a kid of her own.

I had almost forgotten about the whole thing until one night I was having a very nice sex dream. I could feel her fingers around my stiffing cock and could even smell the fragrance of a nice clean girl ready to make love. My dreams are not usually that clear or that detailed so I was really enjoying this one when I realized that I was awake and not dreaming. Holy Shit. What in hell was going on. In the dim light of the room I could see her body bent over mine and her intent was clear. She was out to get me inside of her as soon as she could. She ignored my protests and demands that she stop and calmly assured me that she knew just exactly what she was doing and that I had already given her permission to have sex with the man she loved. That I thought it was somebody else didn’t change a thing, she was here and it was time. She was not going to wake up a virgin in the morning and the only question was who would get her cherry. She wanted and hoped it would be me but if I refused there were others and she named a boy that had been after her to sleep with him for quite a while. I knew the little twit and within ten minutes of his crawling off her supine body the entire school would know every detail.

Sometimes a man has to surrender to the inevitable and with the resounding approval of my cock I gave in. I told her to slow down and to let me lead her since I knew more that she did. She was eager but understood my reasoning. We both wanted her first time to be good. I suspected that she had been masturbating in preparation because of some questions she had asked and my suspicions were confirmed when she made comments about it being just how she liked it while I played with her pussy. I’ve always thought that any girl should know how to bring herself to orgasm before she tries sex with a man for real. Girls are different and unlike guys most of them have to learn how to come while boys just do it and usually too fast.

Her small tits were quite nice to the touch and were sensitive enough to get her started. She was even happier when I started on her pussy. She was moaning with pleasure even before I starting kissing her there. After the first kiss she spread herself wide and let me know she wanted more. I kept her so busy enjoying what was happening to her that she never even thought about my pleasure but I knew that would come later. Besides I wanted her head to come off when she finally had me inside her. I stopped just before I expected her to climax and before she could object or question why I had stopped lapping her pussy I was inside her and had even broken her hymen. It had happened so fast the she hardly noticed the pain from the tearing and was soon focused only on the feeling of having a live prick working inside of her.

She was a fast learner. It took her no time at all before she was fucking back and enjoying the hell out of it. She had been practicing pleasing herself and it was paying off. She stopped even feeling my body and was just laying on her back with her hands gripping handfuls of the sheet and her head flopping back and forth as strange little mewing sounds escaped from her mouth. I pushed the hell out of her for quite a while before I felt her pussy start to convulse with her orgasm and as it did I let mine go. As I’d hoped her head did come off as her body exploded in pleasure. Man she went nuts. I spent the next half an hour letting her down easy until she was just a warm wet puddle of flesh resting on my chest. Most assuredly she was no longer virgin and the small smile she wore as she slept showed her contentment with the situation.

Of course we had a rematch in the morning and this time she tried to please me. Her first attempt at going down on me was cute and fumbling but I helped her work out the kinks and she finely did a creditable job, she even tried to swallow. OK she lost about half but the intent was there and I give an A for effort. We experimented with different positions and movements but the time came when she just wanted to be fucked for real. At the time I had her on her back with her legs over my hips and my dick in her. I love this position since I can get both hands in action and I did so with her. Having one hand busy playing her clit drove her bonkers but what put her over the edge was when I stuck a finger in her tight little ass. She was gone.
Later on she asked what I had done and at first the idea kind of grossed her out but she remembered what it did to her so we talked about some. We spent the rest of the day just fooling around without doing anything serious until that evening. We had a very nice slow comfortable screw and fell asleep still connected.

After that we had sex almost every night and the only way to describe it is fantastic. I had the lover from a dream that was hot for me all the time and I thought I was sixteen again. We had about a year together before her dad died and she had to go live with her aunt but on out last night as we were getting into it big time she called a halt and sat me in a chair. She turned her back to me and sat down but as she did so she guided my dick into her last virgin hole. It took a minute or two but there I was with my cock buried up to the root in her tight warm ass while both of my hands wandered over her tits, belly and pussy. Her intent was clear. Our last night was to be for me just as out first had been hers. She did everything I had ever taught her about pleasing a man and it was wonderful.

We stayed in touch but that night was truly our last. And yes she did but on the weight but she found a nice guy that she married.[ I gave away the bride] and they are still doing fine. As we danced the father/ bride dance at her reception she whispered her thanks into my ear and sort of quickly ground her body against mine in a full body hug. Then she went to her new husband. Lucky bastard.