Making Her Hot Early - Sex Stories

Making Her Hot Early

... boy and his face was a little red, but he laughed in acknowledgement that he would be indeed be partaking in a little 'handiwork' at the first opportunity. I immediately got a vision of the little bastard standing there in the shower jerking away at his adolescent stiffy as he fantasized about fucking Abby's little pussy. And again, I'll be damned if I didn't find myself suddenly turned on. "I tell you what. If it looks like you're gonna be doing this stuff with her anytime soon, let me know. I can help you out." "I never really get a chance to be alone with her. Except for like today when we came to your house," he said. Now it was my eyes that grew a little. Wait a minute...no way. Well...damn. The more I thought about it the hornier I got. I found myself getting turned on by the notion of watching these kids go at it there at my place. I thought I should probably be disturbed by the thought, but my cock was hardening more and more just thinking about it. "Okay, look, here's the deal. If you promise to let me get things lined up... and oh, yeah...under all circumstances, absolutely don't tell a soul, ever...then I'll see what I can do to get things moving with her . . . in a few days here at my house." "Okay. Dang! You're awesome. I won't say anything. I promise", he assured me. With that, we had found ourselves suddenly pulling into his driveway. I gave him a little grin and told him to 'have fun' just before he shut the door and headed up the stairs of his front porch. As ...

... I pulled away and started driving down the road, I began to think about what I had proposed and immediately wondered if I had set myself up for a bad situation. I waffled back and forth a little, but in the end, the vision of Abby's hot little bare ass bouncing up and down on the handsome boy's hard-on won me over. I had to laugh a little at the fact that I sensed a little jealousy in myself at this little goober nailing that hot piece of tween ass instead of me...and the fact that he'd get laid when he was freaking sixteen years old when I didn't get a piece 'till I was twenty. Whoa! Did I just catch myself feeling jealous because it would be him instead of me? Yep...that's right. Well, so it was. In fact, I must admit that after I made it home, I wasted little time in hopping in bed and jerking off to the vision of the two naked little twerps fucking like rabbits...and I came like a geyser. Getting Things Ready That Friday night, it worked out that Abby came and spent the night at my place. It was a practice that happened with regularity before Annie died; and they continued allowing her to do so after Annie's death to keep me from getting lonely, I guess. I hadn't exactly made my way back to having much of an exciting social life...I just didn't have the drive for it. But I really enjoyed my time with Abby. We'd stay up late playing games and just hanging out. Plus, she did seem to have that little crush on me and I ate it up. She seemed to flirt with me more and more and ...