When Finally We Meet

Then, you strongly grab my ass.

"NO!" I shout. Once again I tear myself away from you. I turn my back and I begin to cry. "Mr. Smith," I sob, my slender body trembling in the cheerleader outfit. "I'm just in high school, and you're a grown man."

"But you're so beautiful," you say as your right hand goes around my body. I can feel your erection on my back. Your left hand grabs one of my pigtails and tilts my head to the side. Your mouth goes to the opposite side to my bare neck and nuzzles it. I can feel your moustache and beard on my delicate skin.

"You know you want it," you say confidently.

I struggle, but I begin to weaken. Your mouth at the base of my neck is making me swoon. You turn me around. Your face is arrogant, overpowering. My will to resist is buckling, but then you take my dainty right hand and place it on your crotch.

"NO!" I shout, and this time you can tell I mean it. I break away from you, run to the door and open it.

"Get out!" My voice is low as I try to compose myself, my chest heaving, tears streaming down my face. "Come back in an hour. Robin will be home by then."

You look puzzled, but you walk toward the door.

"Don't tell Robin I let you kiss me," I say as I slowly regain my composure. "She likes you, and I don't want her feelings hurt."

You nod, look at me, a bit disheveled, yet so beautiful in my cheerleader outfit, and leave the apartment, wondering what to do for the next hour.

The next 60 minutes seem to crawl by for you. You drive off and find a McDonald's. You sit with a cup of coffee and stare into space, trying to figure out what had just occurred. It's almost dinnertime, so the McDonald's is fairly crowded. Lots of kids, moms and dads and a few businessman types who are probably padding their expense accounts with big meal charges while actually eating a Big Mac.

Your eyes wander aimlessly until someone catches your attention ordering at the counter.