I first met Chelsea through her cousin Kayla. The three of us all lived in the same rural southern town. I was nineteen at the time and still living at home, attending community college and working a part time job at the caffeteria on campus. The girls were both around fifteen.
The college had a big problem with high school kids walking through campus because the two schools were so close to one another. It made the high schoolers feel more "adult" to hang out at the college and eat in our caffeteria. When I first saw Kayla she was sitting with some scrawny little guy I took to be her boyfriend. I was instantly struck by how cute she was. She was dressed in a tight fitting black shirt that showed off her perky little breasts and slender physique, and a red and black short plaid school girl skirt, that let me see her yummy long legs. She was dirty blonde, but she had dark roots and eyebrows, and big dark eyes. I think I wanted her from the start.
I walked over and started clearing the table beside Kayla and made eye contact with her, smiling. She blushed and smiled back, which pissed off the boy she was sitting with (to my amusement). I talked to her a little, flirting. She giggled and flirted back some. By this point, her guy was ready to leave and so they did but not before I told Kayla I hoped to see her again and I thought she was really hot.
I did see her again, the next day and the day after that. Only not with her guy anymore.
"Where's your boyfriend??" I asked one day, while she and two other girls ate lunch.
"Who, Dallas??" She asked. Dallas, I snorted. "Oh, we ain't together anymore. He got all butt hurt over me and you talking. So we broke up."
"You broke up over talking to me??" I asked, arching an eyebrow. "Damn. That kid needs thicker skin."
"I know, right??" She said, laughing girlishly. Her friends followed suit. I poured on the charm. Girls that young are just so fucking easy, and I wasn't a bad looking guy. I was 6'2'', 200 pounds and athletic with a lean, muscular physique, a head full of thick jet black hair, green eyes and a swarthy Cajun complexion.
The next time I saw Kayla, she was alone and I asked her out on a date.
"My mama don't let me date yet," she told me.
"So don't tell her," I smiled. "Just say your gonna hang out with your girlfriends and spend the day with me."
She thought about it, then agreed. We set up a time and place for me to pick her up.
The following Saturday around noon I pulled up to the agreed upon street corner and Kayla waved at me, then slid into the cab of my F-150 beside me. She was wearing a light pink top that said "Jail Bait" across the chest in brighter pink letters and a pair of denim booty shorts.
"I loveee your truck," she said. "I think guys with trucks are hot."
"Thanks," I grinned and eyed her. "Damn, you look sweet. Why don't we just skip the movies and go to my place??"
She blushed and smiled. "Ok."
My parents werent home. They'd gone to Branson, Missouri for a few days and I had the place to myself. I parked my truck out front and we went inside.
"Wow," she said. "your house is nice. I live in an apartment with my mom and step-dad and little brother and sister. It's nowhere near as nice as this. Its all crowded and tiny."
I guess my house was kind of nice. My dad had bought it way before I was born, after he got out of the military. It was a 4 bedroom, 2 bath with a huge living room, a game room, a first rate kitchen and a big pool in back. Must have seemed a mansion compared to an apartment.
"Want to see my room??" I asked.
"Ok," Kayla grinned.
I took her into my bedroom and pointed out a few things. Big screen tv, dvd collection, Playstation, my art on the walls (I liked to draw), my guitars and amps (I was in a band), my bed. I put a foot on the bed and bounced it up and down. "Nice and springy," I grinned. "Just in case you were wondering."
Kayla giggled.
I sat down on the side of the bed and patted the spot beside me. "Come here."
She sat beside me, folding her hands in her lap. I leaned over and kissed her, slipping my tongue into her mouth. She didn't resist. But I could tell she didn't do this often because she didn't really kiss back at first. Just let me probe around in her mouth.
"Mmm," I said, pulling back. "You taste good."
"Silly," she smiled.
"I've wanted to make out with you since I first laid eyes on you," I admitted to her.
"Is that the only reason you like me??" She asked.
"Heck no," I said. "You're adorable. Be my girlfriend??"
Her smile widened. "Yes! I mean, ok...but we can't let my mom and step-dad know. Your too old for me. They'd make me break-up with you."
I reached into a drawer beside my bed and fished out my old high school class ring. I put a little gold chain through it and put it around Kayla's neck. "This is my class ring," I told her. "I want you to wear it for me. It means were together now."
She admired it for a minute. "I'll have to hide it at home, but whenever I'm at school or just hanging out I'll keep it on always."
I ran a hand through her hair and kissed her again. This time she kissed back shyly. I reached out with a hand and cupped her boob.
She pulled back suddenly, laughing. "Hey."
"What??" I asked.
"That was my tit," she said, color showing in her face again.
"I know," I smiled. "I wanted to touch it."
"We barely started going out," she said. "Isn't that a little fast??"
"I don't think so," I said. "I mean sure, it is for kids. But we're mature right?? I'm in college, you will be in a few years."
"I'm fifteen," she said, looking at the floor.
"A very mature fifteen," I told her, caressing the side of her face with one hand. "Just because your mom treats you like a little kid, that doesn't make you one, right??"
She shrugged. "I guess."
"But," I sighed. "If you don't want to, I won't do it again. We can just go to the movies or something like we originally planned."
She looked at me, clearly seeing how disappointed I was.
"I guess it's ok if you want to touch them," she said. "But we can't have sex. I'm not ready yet."
"That's fair enough," I told her. "How about just giving me a handjob??"
She considered it, then reluctantly agreed.
I gently pushed her back onto my bed and lifted her top, exposing a bra that she insisted on keeping on. I kissed and fondled as much tit as I could and kissed, nibbled and licked the flesh around her throat, shoulders, collar bone and cheeks. I wanted to reach between her legs so bad, it took everything I had not to. Finally, when my cock was painfully hard I sat up and unzipped my jeans and pulled it out. She stared at it. I was a little over 8 inches long and fairly thick around, she gaped.
"It's huge. That'd tear me up."
I laughed. "It's not that big. I've seen guys a lot bigger."
"I ain't," she shook her head.
"Sure you won't suck it for me??" I asked. "Feels a lot better than a handjob."
She shook her head. "I don't want to rush things. Just a handjob for now ok?? I ain't even done anything with a boy before, except kiss. Your the first guy I ever let play with my titties."
She reached over and wrapped one small, delicate pale white hand around my shaft and started slowly stroking it up and down. I leaned back slightly and watched her jack me off. It wasn't what I wanted. I wanted to be balls deep in her hot little virgin pussy, but I was content to take what I could get. She stroked me until I came, then we cleaned up and I took her out for Chinese.
Over the next few months it was the same. We'd meet up, come to my place and make out, then she'd give me a handjob and we'd go have food or see a movie. I was getting bored.
That was when she introduced me to her cousin Chelsea.
Chelsea was a few months younger, but in the same grade. She had brown hair (which I suspected was the same shade as Kayla's real hair color) and big green eyes. She was chubby, but she had bigger tits than Kayla and a nice round ass and big hips. Kayla started bringin Chelsea around to dissuade me from pressuring her to do more. The three of us would hang out at the mall.
Eventually I Chelsea started texting me, because girls her age are texting fiends. But I think she'd started crushing on me a little too.
"Hey boo boo!" she'd text.
"Hey, Pooh Bear," I'd send back. We always used our pet names for one another. Chelsea liked to ask for things in round about ways, so that she could ask without asking. I bought her a hoodie, some shoes, some jewlery. Nothing expensive. She was poor like Kayla and didn't have much, so anything made her happy.
Our texts became flirty, even ending in "mwah" kissies from time to time. One afternoon, Chelsea came over alone and just sat and talked. Eventually I got around to complaining about how Kayla was just a tease.
"She's always been that way," Chelsea said, sitting in the chair at my desk and snacking on my container of red vines. "She dresses like a slut, but she's a prude. She won't do anything."
"Well, she fooled me," I sighed. "I'm not one of her little high school boys. I'm a man, I have needs."
"I'll fuck you," Chelsea said.
I blinked. "Huh??"
"I said I'll fuck you," she repeated.
I stared at her and she smiled at me. "If you want to, I mean."
"What about Kayla??" I asked. "She's your cousin."
"And I love her," she said. "But she doesn't have to know. I like you. Your cute and you buy me stuff," she laughed. "Kayla's stupid to not sleep with you."
I smiled. "You really want to have sex??"
"Sure," she said. "Want to do it right now??"
"Yes," I said.
"Get naked then!" She snapped, smiling. "I wanna see your business, Boo Boo."
I turned the latch on my bedroom door knob and shrugged out of my shirt and jeans. When I was just in my boxers, Chelsea got up and peeled off her own jeans, tossing them on the floor. Her bright orange panties soon joined them and she was just wearing the long gray t-shirt she'd worn over. It hung down to her thighs.
"Your gorgeous," I said, pulling off my boxers.
"Dayum," she made a face. "Your bigger than the black boys I've been with."
"You date black guys??" I asked.
"Yes, sir," she took off her shirt. "Kayla won't, she's racist. Most of our family is. But I ain't. Hope you aren't."
"First girl I ever had sex with was black," I told her. "Well, mixed. But she looked all black."
Chelsea crawled onto my bed. She was chubbier than I thought, but it didn't bother me. The sight of her naked ass, her clean shaven bald pussy and her big tits with their fat brown nipples turned me on something fierce. My cock was getting harder by the second.
I started toward the bed, she pointed at my drawer. "Put a rubber on that thing, boy. I don't wanna be your baby mama."
I laughed and did as told, then slid up beside her in bed and started kissing her. Unlike Kayla, Chelsea knew how to kiss. I worked my way down to her big, heavy breasts and licked, sucked and pulled on her nipples with my teeth before moving ever lower, kissing and nibbling my way to her pussy where I fingered her and ate her out. She got incredibly wet, which really got me hot. I even fingered her ass a little. Finally she got on all fours and we fucked doggy style, my hands on her hips while I pounded away from behind. Her moans mixed with the squeaking of my bed and echoing through the house. I was glad, once again my parents weren't home.
After I came, I tossed the rubber and Chelsea and I lay in bed naked and talked and joked around. When I was ready again, she slid down and gave me the best blowjob of my life. She didn't insist on a condom for a BJ and she took in a mouthful of cum when I came, holding it in and showing me it on her tongue before spitting it into the waste paper basket beside my bed.
"I'm dating the wrong cousin," I sighed, smacking her juicy round ass as she got up out of bed.
"Yep," she agreed. "Except I wouldn't date you Boo Boo. I only date black boys."
I laughed. "Well, I hope we can do this again sometime."
"Most definitely," she said. "You keep buying me things and treating me right, we can fuck whenever you want."
Sounded like a good deal to me.
As for Kayla, she finally gave in not too long after my first time with Chelsea.
Chelsea covered for us by asking Kayla's mom if she could sleepover. Kayla and I went to an old fashioned drive-in movie and during the film she she let finger bang her, my hand between her legs while she wore that hot plaid school girl skirt. Afterwards, she leaned across the seat and sucked my cock while I played with her little tits. She spent the night in my bed, and let me fuck her the next morning before breakfast. Her tight pink virgin pussy felt just as amazing as I dreamed it would.
But young girls are fickle and just after Kayla's 16th birthday she mailed me back my ring and informed me in a letter that she was dating a boy at her school. That she decided I was too old for her. It was fine by me. I'd gotten what I wanted. Chelsea hung around for a little bit longer, but when the presents stopped (because she continued packing on weight) she too left me high and dry. Which was again, fine by me.
I've since moved west to Oregon. Kayla and Chelsea are now eighteen and still down south in our little podunk hometown. I keep tabs on their online profiles just to see how their doing. Kayla seems to go through a new boyfriend every other week or so, and Chelsea is still prettier, sassier and heavier (though she has lost a little, so she looks great again). Maybe our paths will cross again someday.