A few years ago I used to see this very pretty teenage girl sitting at the bottom of a long set of stairs that led up to her house. I walked past her a few times a week in the afternoons and always said hi. She was a dark beauty with huge brown eyes, olive skin and a lovely body. She was curvy without being heavy if you know what I mean. After she graduated from high school she sat on her steps almost every day for at least an hour in the mornings. I never saw her with any friends or boys and I was curious what her story was.

I started talking with her a bit. I found out that her name was Nora and she was an Armenian immigrant from Lebanon. You wouldn't know that talking with her though because she came here when she was very young. It took her a week or so to warm up but she started to perk up noticeably when she saw me coming. I made a point to walk by every chance I could just to run into her.

She eventually opened up and told me about her life. Her parents were both very old school. Her father was a tyrant who wouldn't allow a TV in the house and didn't allow Nora any freedoms. She wasn't allowed a phone, a job, to date or to have any friends outside her relatives. After she graduated she basically just hung around taking care of the house work while her parents worked. Apparently she had an older brother who was killed somehow and her parents were over protective of her. This girl was lonely and starved for affection.

She also told me that she wished she could run away because her father had made arrangements for her to marry some fifty year old guy in the fall. It was like a prison sentence to her. Her marriage was somehow going to help her family but she was miserable. She had only met this guy a few times when she was younger and was dreading it. She wanted what most girls want. Clothes, boyfriends, trips to the mall, college. Instead, before even hitting the prime of her life she was being given over to a guy thirty years his senior to basically be his slave. No wonder she was miserable.

I talked with her a lot about actually telling her parents off but she couldn't get past fantasizing about it. She did end up marrying the guy and last I knew was living god knows where. Before she left though, we had some intense sexual experiences together. That guy may have married her but she wasn't the virgin he thought she was.

She told me about an electric guitar she had bought about a year before that was in her room. She had taught herself to play. Her father hated it and it was the one act of defiance she permitted herself. She talked about it a lot and I started asking to see it. One day when she had gone into the house I followed her and asked to see it. She showed me around the house but said I couldn't go into her room. I actually ignored her and went to go in but she stepped between me and the door. I was standing so close to her that her breasts were just touching my chest. Her eyes were like saucers and her chest was noticeably rising with each breath. She was looking into my eyes when I told her I knew how to get her to move away from the door. She breathed that there was nothing I could do to get her to move.

I slid my arms around her waist and held her tight and kissed her deeply. My tongue found hers and before long she was responding and kissing me back. My hands found her ridiculously tight little ass and squeezed. She gasped a bit and after a momentary squirm, she settled in while we made out and I explored her body. She was wearing this prim looking dress which looked proper but was made for easy access. As our kissing became more intense, I became hard and pressed my cock against her crotch. At first I thought she was trying to squirm away but then realized she was rubbing herself against my cock.

I took my time and removed her dress leaving her there in her bra and panties. I stepped back and just looked at her. She was visibly self-conscious but her body was simply amazing. Her stomach was flat and tight. Her hips were just right. Her large breasts filled out her bra magnificently. She dropped her eyes when I removed her bra and hesitated when I removed her panties. She knew I wanted to make love to her and was worried. She had been brought up to remain a virgin until marriage. I reassured her and started kissing her again. Rather than rushing through, I took my time. I squeezed and sucked on her breasts. I kissed her belly. Kissed her neck. When I pulled my cock out I placed her hand on it and felt her fingers exploring it.

When I started exploring her pussy I found she was sopping wet. I could smell her sweet odor while we continued kissing. I rubbed her clit getting her to moan and grind. When I slid my fingers in she nearly cried out. I could feel her intact hyman with my fingers. I gently fingered her for awhile which she loved. I finally placed the head of my cock against her pussy. She was a nervous wreck. I asked her if she wanted me to put it in. She said she did but didn't want to get pregnant. God I wished I'd had a condom. I told her we would do it but that I would be very careful. She said ok and I slowly started pushing the hardest hardon of my life into her. I lifted her off the floor and pressed firmly into her. I was afraid of hurting her but she finally said "please just do it." So I did. I kept it pressed hard to her hymen then thrust as hard as I could and I was in. She just hugged me tight and let out a sigh of relief. I fucked her like this but was careful not to cum. I eventually stopped because I didn't want to take the risk.

A couple days later I went back with condoms and we did it right. She was more relaxed as was I. We fucked our brains out that day and continued to do so for the rest of the summer. I introduced her to oral sex, both giving and receiving and even 69ed with her which she loved. I hated to see that summer end but man I enjoyed it. I feel like I really helped her out too. I can't imagine how lousy it would have been going into that marriage have never experienced sex.