Making Her Hot Early - Sex Stories

Making Her Hot Early

... I was right there with her. And, then there was the fact, of course, that she had this pajama outfit she wore that consisted of short little black shorts with 'Angel' across the ass and a little black and pink tank-top that showcased her developing little body nicely. She had gotten it last Christmas and wore it the first time she visited me - even in the dead of winter. I teased her about wearing something so skimpy in wintertime but she said she liked it...and well...I didn't mind the glimpses of leg I got, even if it was the legs of a girl less than half my age. I mean, hell, since Annie's accident, this was the most skin I got to see. To tell the truth, I really hadn't even thought much of it until now. And here she was - here to stay with me until I took her back home Saturday evening. I had decided to put out some feelers on what she might be up for with Michael, whom I had invited over to swim and hang out the next day. That night, we did the usual; getting a bite to eat and then coming back home to hang out and play games. I considered bringing up the idea of playing a little truth-or-dare to see if I could coax some 'truth' out of her, but the more I thought about it the more I worried about the game getting tangled up in a bunch of stupid 'dares', so I came up with a game of just 'truth' that involved poker hands. Each time someone lost, the other person got to ask them a question to which they had to tell the truth. I gave myself a mental pat on the back at ...

... such a good idea in the spur of the moment, and waited until Abby got into one of her devious, flirty little girl moods she seemed to work into as the nights wore on. She seemed to like the idea with even a touch of excitement about her; and I gave myself a little mental 'cha-ching' and a high-five for my successful endeavor. We got started. She knew how to play poker because I had taught her long ago and it was one of the games we played sometimes on her visits. When it comes to games of luck, though, I'm not so lucky; and she indeed beat me the first two hands. The first question was some inane inquiry about cheating on a test or something, but she fell into the trap a little more on her second one. "Do you ever look at girls' butts?" Hoping the conversation would turn this way but still a little embarrassed, I gave my honest answer. "Yeah. I guess so," I laughed. "You GUESS so?" she said with a cute, drawn out up speak as she glared at me with narrowed eyes and a clever grin. "Well, yeah...I do look at girls' butts . . . sometimes”. Then I dealt another hand. This time, I drew two-pair and came out on top. "Do you ever look at boys' butts?" It was pretty much an innocent, juvenile turnaround of her own question, but I needed to start by just returning her volleys for now. "Yeah, I guess so", she giggled, mimicking my previous response. We shared a good laugh at our embarrassing admissions, and then it was back to the game. I shuffled 'em up and dealt 'em. Wouldn't you know ...