This happened a few years ago when I was still a kid. My dad's best friend works nights so they hardly see each other. As a consequence, I did not grow up knowing him well. One time while visiting I over heard dad's friend complaining about his teenage daughter, Irene, and it went like..."It might be her red hair but she is a crazy wild child and the only thing I could do is at least get her to insist the boys wear condoms."

I had heard of Irene but never met her. They lived clearly across town so the chance was rare. When I got my driver's permit, dad asked me to take his friend's reading glasses and drop him off at the house. It was daylight and so the fellow must have been asleep.

I called ahead, got Irene on the phone and asked her if she could be there to take the glasses. She said her dad had several duplicates but she would be there. On the way over I recalled what I heard her father say about Irene. I was not even in the room so no one could know. When I got there, I had no idea what Irene looked like but knowing she was sexually active turned me on. As it turned out, she was no Victoria's Secret model and had little lumps for tits under her torn T-shirt, but she wore torn denim jeans, with bare knees showing through and she really filled those jeans with a little bubble ass. Her frizzly hair was red but not like fake red, almost a strawberry blonde. I found myself unusually attracted to her.

Irene invited me in saying that her dad had a day off, out hunting with friends and they usually never shot even a squirrel but always ended up at a tavern drinking beer and bullshitting. She glanced at me with strange,, long looks and said, "Shit, I know all about you, your dad raves about you to my dad on the phone. Apparently, you are a hot jock in school. Why the hell did he not say how good looking you are?" We circled each other, looking at each other and she silently took the glasses from me and placed them carefully on the table.

It felt like Irene could read my mind, or that she was just turning on her imagination. Something was happening. Automatically, I reached out, took her hand and brought it to my mouth and kissed it. She said, "Oh WOW, no one has ever done that to me." Pulling her toward me, I kissed her forehead and cheeks. She she started shivering and said, "Holy shit, what is happening here?" I pulled up her torn T shirt and started kissing and sucking her tiny stub-teats. In my mind I knew exactly how horny boys had approached her and decided to do the opposite.

We had open mouthed kisses and I kissed her closed eyes. I felt her hips moving involuntarily, like meeting a man's thrusts. I knew she was now red-hot. I squeezed her tight little ass while we kissed, deeply. Then, I whispered in her ear..."are you a virgin." She was silent, then said, Y...Y...no, no, I'm not." Right answer, went my thinking, she's honest. Quivering, she said, "So this is the way it should really happen? Who ARE YOU?" I said, "Just the son of your dad's best friend." She said, "Well, where the HELL have you been?"

I kissed her forehead, asked for a pen and paper and wrote my cell phone number down an said, "In case you want to get together soon." She said, "Try and stop me."

I drove home with blue balls, almost regretting decision not to fuck her, where I knew she would but I was going to play Irene straight solidly into me. I liked everything about her, and she had a mind. When I got home, an hour went by and my phone rang. It was Irene. She said a few words, but then, I knew Irene was mine. She knew that she had kissed her last frog that had remained a frog. A few years later and we're still together...and bound to remain that way.