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Related article: Date: Mon, 10 Jan 2011 16:01:58 -0800 (PST) From: Peter Adamson Subject: Alex Divided - Chapter 2All rights reserved. No parts of this story may be reproduced without explicit written permission of the author.Comments on this story are welcome and may be addressed to the author at the address above.This and future installments of this story contains graphic descirptions of consensual heterosexual, homosexual and bisexual acts between minors, underage alcohol consumption, magic and transgender exploration. If you are not of legal age to read such material in your area or if any of these subjects would cause any kind of personal or moral issues for you, please exit now. All events, characters and places in this story are fictional. Any similarities to actual events, persons or places are coincidental and unintentional.------------------------------------------------------------------------The rest of the school year went as well as I could have expected. I did pretty well on my final exams and I had the whole summer to look forward to. Vivian Preteen Lolita Top and I managed to setup a few discreet rendezvous when her parents were out of the house, once in the back of my car, wherever we could find the time and the place. None of our lovemaking sessions were quite as romantic as the night by the lake, but as horny teenagers do, we learned to make the most what we had. During the last week of school we got bold enough to have sex in Vivian's room while Chris was home. I'm sure he heard our energetic activity, but didn't say anything.School finally ended. Vivian's family was leaving that same day for a week's vacation so I didn't get to celebrate the end of the year as I would have liked. Instead I stayed up late playing Call of Duty online. When I woke the next morning and came downstairs, my parents Preteen Lolita Top were sitting on the couch, apparently waiting for me."Uh, what's up guys?" I asked, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes as I sat down."Alex," said my mom, a concerned expression on her face, "we wanted to wait until we had all the details worked out, but I suppose it's time to tell you. Your dad's job is... changing. Wait, wait - nothing bad," she blurted, seeing my expression change, "he's actually getting a promotion.""The office here is closing," dad sighed. "Almost everyone is losing their job. Well, except me. The company offered me the regional sales manager position since I already know the territory.""That's great dad, congratulations!" I said, noticing their expressions didn't change. "What's the catch?""The catch," dad replied, "Is that I need to have a home office. Your mother uses our only extra room for her office, and I certainly can't kick her out."That was true, my mom was a graphic artist and always had our spare bedroom overrun with material samples, paint swatches and display boards."So, what – we're adding on? Moving, what?""Moving," answered mom. "We just made an offer yesterday. It's a really nice place. It's much larger with space for both our offices. There's even a pool. We thought your room could be in the basement, there's a nice large living space outside the bedroom. You could have it Preteen Lolita Top all to yourself.""Whoa, you guys bought a house without even telling me? I didn't even get to look at it.""We didn't want to bother you with all the details," she replied, "you've been so busy with studying and finals, and Vivian."I smiled briefly. We had been spending a lot more time together since our night at the lake. I could tell that something still wasn't quite right though. "So, again – I'm guessing there's another catch.""Alex, honey," she said, "I tried my hardest. Honestly, I did. The new house is on the other side of the city... It's in a different school district. Your dad and I figured that since you had a car now, you wouldn't mind driving yourself to JFK every day. Your school wouldn't let us though. They said that with a permanent move to another district, you'd have to transfer. You'll be going to Elmwood High now."My head spun, it felt like somebody had pulled the world out from under me. What about everything here? Swim team, all my friends, Vivian? Thank god, I thought, at least I can still drive to see Vivian. We won't be in school together, but that's no big deal. She loves me."Okay," I said after taking a deep breath, "new house, new school, got it. Is there anything else I should know about?""I swear," said dad, "that's it. We didn't want things to work out this way, but that's how life works. So – at this point, the only thing you need to worry about is packing. The company gave me a few weeks off to move, so we'll need to be at the new house by the en d of the month. You okay packing up your room?""Yeah," I said, "I can do that.I spent much of the first week of summer break hanging out with friends and saying goodbyes. Most of them assured me we'd keep in touch and still see each other, but I knew better. The moment somebody moves, they're gone. Vivian called a few times from Hawaii, but I didn't say anything. I needed to tell her in person.Dad brought home a small mountain of cardboard boxes and I started to pack. It took longer than I thought, having to sort through all the crap I really didn't need.Finally, the day came that Vivian was flying home. I was just about to find my phone to call her when I heard a soft knock on my door. It opened, and there she was. Only a week, and I'd forgotten how gorgeous she was, maybe even more so now. She'd gotten a nice tan in the Hawaiian sun and her hair was a shade lighter than it was before. She had on a pair of Daisy Dukes and a tight almost-shirt that exposed her smooth, flat stomach. I looked up from the box I was packing and smiled at her."Hey, beautiful," I said, "welcome home.""Alex," she said, looking at the boxes, "what is this?"I had wanted to explain things differently, but here she was. "We're moving," I answered."But, I don't..." she interrupted. Vivian immediately started to sob. Her shoulders lurched as she raised her hands to her face. "We, just..."I jumped up and crossed the room to her, pulling her close to me. "It's just across town Viv," I said quickly, trying to calm her. I put my hands on her now wet cheeks and tilted her head to look at me. "We can do this. It's just a half hour in the car.""Oh," she sniffled, "across town?" She wiped her tears on my shoulder. "I'm so sorry Alex, I just thought, I mean – you said you were moving, and we just... I'm sorry.""Hey, hey..." I said soothingly, running my fingers through her hair. "It's okay. We'll be okay."Vivian spent the rest of the afternoon with me, lying on my bed, talking and listening to music with me while I packed. I explained to her about having to transfer schools, which we both agreed really sucked. We talked about each trying to get a free period at the end of the school day so we'd have time to meet before her parents got home. We finally kissed goodbye and Vivian left. I continued to pack until just the bare essentials were left. The movers could take care of the last bits of my stuff that wouldn't fit in the car.Over the next couple of weeks before the move, Vivian and I spent nearly every day together. We mostly just hung out, enjoying both each other's company and the many pleasures of our teenage bodies. Being around each other so much, we were horny nearly all the time. I became adept at fingering Vivian's pussy to orgasm while I was driving; she took to giving me surprise blowjobs any time the mood struck either of us. Her room, my room, the movie theater, public restrooms, apparently nothing was off limits.We planned one more trip to the lake, the evening before the move. We brought food and ate dinner on our blanket as the sun set. When the clothes started to come off, Vivian produced a small bottle of lube and informed me that she wanted to try anal sex. I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised, Vivian was apparently as kinky as she was hot. I started by rubbing the lube in with my fingers, gently massaging her puckered hole as she had done with mine. After getting one, then two fingers in her butt she told me she was ready. I put some more lube on my steel-hard prick and rubbed it up and down. Much like popping her cherry, Vivian had me lay on my back as she held my dick with one hand and lowered herself down on to me.I felt the pressure as my cock head Preteen Lolita Top pushed against her back door. She began to push against me slowly, closing her eyes as she squeezed my dick in her hand. She started to move her hips back and forth slightly, slowly working my cock head in to her ass. After a couple of inches, she pulled off and added more lube to both of us. This time my cock slid in with less resistance. Vivian slowly impaled her beautiful rear on my hard pole, taking a little more into her with each slow push.Before long, her pained whimpers became closer to the pleasurable moans I was used to hearing. She finally lowered herself completely on to me, the perfect rounds of her ass cheeks resting on my thighs. I looked down between us, admiring her rosebud stretched obscenely around the base of my eight inch cock. Her pussy was an open gash, unattended and empty as my dick was elsewhere."Ooh," she said, shuddering as I bottomed out, finally opening her eyes. "I feel so... full. Like I need to take a big shit.""Sorry," I said, not the reaction I had been hoping for. "We can stop if you want.""No," she replied, "I like it. I like feeling your fat sixteen-year-old cock in my ass. Does that turn you on?""Fuck yes," I said. Back in the game... I felt my prick swell inside her."I want both my holes filled," she said in a lusty whisper, "think you could take care of that for me lover?"God, this girl was hot. "You know I can," I replied, trying to sound equally seductive. She giggled.Vivian stayed impaled on my prick as I reached up and started to massage her open pussy. I ran three fingers up and down her slit and into her folds, coating them liberally with her juices. In one motion, I pushed two fingers into her tight cunt and one finger up to her clit."That's it, Alex," she said as I began to slowly fuck her with my hand, "I can feel you everywhere."She began to slowly raise and lower herself on my cock. My dick was wet with the lube and the juices that were dripping down from her pussy. I matched my fingering to her Preteen Lolita Top pace as she continued to fuck me. Vivian started to moan appreciatively as my attention to her clit paid off.She rode me like this for several minutes, slowly increasing her tempo as I continued to finger fuck her twat. I had to really concentrate to keep my load back; Vivian's ass was so tight. It felt so good sliding up and down my slick cock. I changed my approach and worked three fingers into her sopping cunt, using my other Preteen Lolita Top hand to rub her clit. She quickly grabbed the hand on her clit and replaced it with her own fingers. She sat down completely in my lap, fully swallowing my cock into her bowels, stopping her bouncing."Oh, god Alex," she moaned, "I love your cock in my ass, I'm gonna cum with your big cock in my sweet little ass!" She rocked her hips back and forth while rubbing her clit frantically. Vivian's orgasm came in waves as she continued to pleasure herself.When she had finished, I lifted her around the waist, causing my cock to slide out of its warm confines. I quickly pushed her down onto her hands and knees. I moved around, straddling her hips, cock in hand. I steadied myself with my other hand on her back, then placed my dick at her now-stretched asshole. I pushed the head in and let go, putting my hands around her hips. In one slow push, I plunged my entire Preteen Lolita Top eight inch cock in my seventeen-year-old girlfriend's beautiful ass."Oh, fuck Viv," I said, beginning to slowly piston in and of her, "your ass is so tight." I looked down, watching with pure lust as my dick disappeared between her round butt cheeks. "I'm getting close," I said, starting to pant with the exertion, "Can I...""Yes!" she yelled, turning to look at me, "I want it. I want your cum inside me. Fuck my ass Alex, FUCK ME!" She was holding herself up with one hand now, using the other to again rub her cunt while I pounded her back door.I started pumping her faster now, pulling her hips toward me as I began to feel my climax nearing. "Unh, shit," I grunted, "I'm gonna cum Viv, you're gonna take my cum in your ass! Oh, FUCK!"My dick erupted as I dug my hands into her legs, pulling her as close possible. My cock twitched and spurted, releasing my juice deep inside her lean body. Just as my dick stopped filling her, Vivian's ass clamped around my prick like a vice. She only moaned as her second orgasm racked her body.After a moment, she relaxed enough for me to pull out. I fell on the blanket beside her, breathing hard like I had run a race. "Holy shit, Viv," I said, panting, "that was amazing. I didn't think you'd ever...""Let you fuck my butt?" she asked, I nodded. "I want you to have me Alex - completely." She rolled over and wrapped her body around mine, resting her head on my shoulder.Where the hell did I find this girl? She's totally hot, has a kinky streak, and is down for anything. She's every teenage boy's wet dream. And she chose me. Damn.The next day was a blur of moving vans, cardboard boxes, and trips back and forth across the city. Preteen Lolita Top I must admit, my parents picked an awesome house. Driving into the neighborhood for the first time was a little intimidating. There were lots of larger homes with manicured lawns, many of them with gates. Our new house wasn't a mansion by any means, but it wasn't far off. I guess my dad's promotion must have come with a nice raise, as this was certainly way swankier than our old house.I dropped my first load of junk from my car into the entry room and headed straight through the house to check out the back yard. "Holy shit!" I said out loud without realizing it. This was frickin' awesome. The pool area was at the same level as the basement, overlooked by a huge deck off the main level of the house. I jumped down the deck stairs to the lower level. The pool deck, hot tub and surrounding patio were all covered in natural stone. Tropical bushes and flowers spring out of planters all over the place. It really looked like a resort. There was some lawn beyond the pool, sloping down away from the house. A tall wood fence circled the entire lot. From the lower level, I couldn't see any nearby houses over the fence. Skinny-dipping, check.After I wandered around the yard, I looked back at the house and noticed that the pool-level patio extended underneath the raised deck above. A sliding glass door underneath the deck must be basement access. I ran up and opened the door. "Holy shit!" I said again as I walked inside. I was in a huge room, probably twenty by forty feet. The movers had already setup our living room furniture and flat screen at one end. There was a wet bar close to the stairs, and a pool table that the previous owner must not have wanted to move.Just as I closed the door behind me, my parents came down the stairs."Hope you don't mind Alex," called my Dad, "we had them put our old living room set and TV down here, your mom wants new stuff for upstairs.""Naw, it's cool," I replied, obviously grinning like an idiot. "If you have to put it somewhere..." I met them at the bottom of the stairs, giving each a hug. "Sorry I doubted you guys, this is really cool. Thank you.""You're welcome," replied my mom, "sometimes you just have to trust us. So – the mover should be back with the rest of your things soon so you can start unpacking and get settled in. Dad and I are going back to the old house for a few more things, you okay here?""Definitely," I said, "I can get used to this".I spend the next few hours exploring the new house and unpacking. My bedroom was off one end of my basement sanctuary. It was also large and had its own bathroom with a shared door out into the rest of the living area. The bathroom had a huge walk-in double shower that was covered floor to ceiling with the same stone as the patio and pool. I couldn't wait to tell Vivian about this...Everything in my room was unpacked when my parents returned. We ordered a pizza for dinner and spent the rest of the night relaxing after the long day.As the summer wore on, I got very comfortable in our new house. I spent many days just lounging by the pool and playing video games in the evening. The basement slowly turned into an authentic man-cave. I got a small home gym set that fit near the pool table, some bean bag chairs, and a number of mostly inappropriate posters to cover the vast amount of empty wall space.The only thing that was missing from my new life was Vivian. She had come over a few times after the move, but her visits were becoming further apart. I went to her house a few times, but she never seemed very excited to go out. I tried to visit her once unannounced, but she wasn't home. Chris told me that she was `out', but wouldn't elaborate further.Even our phone calls and texting started to drop off. I started to rationalize that she was just busy and didn't have time. I'm began to worry that my repeated messages were starting to sound desperate. She finally answered her cell one day and I quickly asked her to come over and hang out. She fed me some line about being really far away and not wanting to spend so long in the car. I asked to come see her instead, and then it happened."Alex," Vivian said coolly, "I don't know... I'm kinda busy today.""How about tomorrow?" I asked eagerly, "I could come over."She sighed audibly in to the phone. "Listen, I don't think..." she paused for what seemed an eternity, "I don't think this is going to work."Those words hit like a ton of bricks. My chest tightened and I could feel my face flushing. "What," I stammered, "what do you mean? I thought..." I couldn't believe this was happening. I thought the connection we shared was special - perfect. "I love you Vivian. I thought you loved me...""It's not that," she replied patronizingly."What else matters?" I interrupted, "What else fucking matters?" I yelled angrily. I had quickly moved beyond shock."You're not gonna be at school with me next year," she replied sheepishly. "I need to get a job in the evenings, and you're forty-five minutes away. We'd hardly be able to see each other."A small part of me understood what she was saying, but was quickly drowned out by the far larger part – the part that was getting dumped, being thrown away - betrayed. We both were silent."Fine." I said coolly, trying to regain some composure. "If that's what you want, then I won't bother you anymore. And by the way, thanks for your V-card," I added sarcastically, "hope it was really special for you.""Alex, don't..." she was pleading with me now, "God, I'm so sorry, I never meant..." She began to sob quietly into the phone."Goodbye Viv," I said as I ended the call.The next hour was the most horrible of my life. I lay on my bed and went through just about every angry and painful emotion I'd ever experienced. I hunched into the fetal position and cried. I cried like a child cries, fat tears dripping on to my sheets. In flashes, I remembered every part of us - the moment I saw her for the first time, the day at school when she asked me to the movies. All of our Preteen Lolita Top time together, dates, hanging out, making love. I missed her so much, it physically hurt.I almost resigned myself to appreciate what we had and to let her go. Part of life, right? But she threw it all away, because of some extra drive time. Bitch. How could she do this? Was I not worth a little extra time in the car? Were WE not worth it? Fuck. I screamed into my pillow and pounded the mattress with my fists. This wasn't happening. This wasn't fucking happening. I must have been making too much noise, I heard someone running down the basement stairs. I quickly jumped up and locked my bedroom door."Alex?" It was my mom; she was trying to open the door. "What is it – are you okay?"Get out!" I sobbed, "I'm fine.""You are not fine!" she yelled back through the door."Please, mom," I pleaded with her, "not now." I just had my heart ripped out through my chest, I couldn't face anyone right now. She didn't answer, and soon I heard her walking back up the stairs. I guess she knew enough to leave me alone.I repeated my cycle of agony several times after that, until I finally felt numb. I went into the bathroom to splash some water on my face. I looked awful. The clock said nearly eight; I'd been in my bedroom for four hours without moving. I blew my nose and went upstairs. I'd have to do this eventually.I could tell that my parents had been waiting for me. They had already guessed what had happened; I gave a nod when they asked but didn't provide any other details. Mom apologized and hugged me at least a dozen times, but it didn't make me feel any different. She put a plate of reheated dinner in front of me, but I didn't eat it. I wasn't hungry, thirsty, happy, sad, angry... anything. I was nothing.I don't really remember much of the next several days. I spend most of my time in the man cave, half-watching TV or sleeping. I didn't even have the energy or desire to play video games. Mom or dad would come down every hour or so to check on me or try to bring me food.One night I was lying in bed and my phone went off. It was a text from one of my buddies on the JFK swim team. He was at somebody's end-of-summer party. Vivian was there, `with someone'. It was a short message and didn't have any other details, I didn't respond. I didn't care.I woke the next morning, feeling a little better – feeling, that was the new piece. I hadn't felt anything in days. I was to that place where I could be outside myself, if that made sense. I wasn't defined by another person, I was me. Not that I didn't have an ache, a hole where she used to be, but I knew it was time to move on.Sun streamed in through the basement doors and I decided to have a swim, another thing I hadn't done in days. The cool water felt exhilarating on my skin. I'd forgotten how much I missed swimming. It also reminded me that I hadn't showered since the phone call. Eww. I did eight or ten laps before I hopped out of the water. Mom and dad had appeared and were waiting for me, sitting in the deck chairs."Alex," said mom, throwing me a towel, "we have something we need to talk to you about."Oh shit, what now. They'd been trying to cheer me up for days, insisting things would work out for the best, my new school would be great, on and on."Dad is going to the company's national sales conference in Las Vegas," she continued, "now that he's a regional manager. The company will pay for me to go with him, airline, hotel, food, everything – if I want to go.""Well," I said, "sounds like a pretty sweet deal. Do you want to go?""Of course I do," she replied, "but we're worried about you. I'd be more than happy to stay with you. This is your first break-up, I know how that feels."I doubted it. "No, you should go." I said sincerely, "I'll be okay."We went around like this for several minutes, me insisting each time that they should go on the trip. At one point, my dad jokingly suggested that my vegan, tie-dyed Aunt Karen could come stay with me. That produced the first smile on my face in days, which apparently sealed the deal.They were to fly out the next day, leaving me home alone for the entire week before school started. Mom went into full mothering mode, leaving phone numbers and buying groceries. She handed me an envelope full of cash that evening with a list of things I needed to do that week – buying some new jeans for school, picking up her dry cleaning, nothing really exciting. She also told me that she hadn't had time to register me at Elmwood High, so I'd need to drop by to get the forms. She already had copies of all my old Preteen Lolita Top records, so I told her I would handle it.Monday morning, I drove them to the airport. It was a beautiful sunny morning and I jumped at the chance to use dad's car again."You sure you're going to be okay with us gone?" mom asked as they got out of the car."Yes, mother. I'm FINE." I really didn't want to answer that question any more."Alex honey," she said, "please try and have some fun while where gone. Don't sit around and mope all week. I know it still hurts, but you've got a whole new year ahead of you. New school, new people...""Alright, fine." I answered, "have fun."They waved goodbye as I drove off. So... A week Preteen Lolita Top alone with nothing to do but run errands. Fantastic. Might as well get those out of the way. I stopped by the dry cleaners, then went to the new school to get my registration paperwork. As I pulled in to the parking lot, I was amazed. Both the houses and the schools were nicer on this side of the city.Elmwood High was a huge campus, an expensive-looking study in modern architecture. Everything was gleaming glass, metal and concrete. I parked the car and walked up a wide set of stairs into a central courtyard, hoping to find the front office. I walked in and said hello to the grandmotherly woman sitting behind the counter."New student?" she asked, "Have your transfer records?"I handed them over and looked out the window. There were a lot more students here that I would have expected during summer break."You're a swimmer?" she asked after a moment, "your records say you were on the JFK team last year.""Yes ma'am," I replied."Well, you'd better hurry then. I suspect try-outs are almost over.""Jeez," I said, "they have them before school starts?""That's right, I don't think they want to lose to JFK again next year." She replied, looking at me over the top of her glasses. "Down hall `C', then to the left – can't miss it.""Thanks," I said, heading for the door."Dear," she called after me, "don't forget your paperwork." She handed me a stack of forms along with my transcirpt. "Bring these back filled out on the first day of school."I waved goodbye and took off to find the pool. It was magnificent. With the exception of the locker rooms, the entire building was floor-to-ceiling glass. There were bleachers along one edge of the Olympic-sized pool, and a separate deep pool for diving. I walked in to find the swim team in full try-out mode. A student holding a clipboard saw me come in and walked toward me."Here for tryouts?" he Preteen Lolita Top asked."Yeah, I guess so," I answered, "I just transferred here.""I'm Luke, team captain." He extended his hand and shook mine. "Who are you and where did you come from?" he asked jokingly."Alex Jensen," I replied, shaking his hand, "John F Kennedy, across town."The smile disappeared from his face. "I remember you," he said, dropping his head, "you beat me in the 500 at regionals last year.""Oh, yeah..." I stammered, embarrassed, "sorry about that.""Naw, it's cool," said Luke, "in fact, you're on our team now – what the hell am I complaining about?""I'm on the team?" I asked, "Don't I have to try out?""Shit no, dude!" Luke replied, slapping me on the back, "if you can take me in my best event, you got a spot. Just don't get any ideas about being captain." He added with a smile. "Come on – I'll get your gear and introduce you."Luke took me back to the locker room and presented me with a duffel bag full of suits, towels, goggles, all monogrammed with Elmwood High's logo. The locker room looked like a spa. There were three different soaking pools at different temperatures, individual shower stalls with teak slat floor, huge lockers – this place was a far cry from the stinky change room back at JFK. After a quick tour, he introduced me to the team, who seemed to be genuinely glad I was there. This could turn out okay."Hey," said Luke as he walked me out, "There's a party at Devin McCall's house tonight. He's kind of a douche, but they let anyone come and there's usually lots of booze – and his house is frickin' huge. You up for it? Might help you get to know some people before school starts."Crap, I probably shouldn't with my parents out of town. They didn't tell me not to go to parties though... And mom did tell me to do something fun, right? Maybe I needed to cut loose a little – get me out of this funk."Cool." I said, "What's the address?" I punched it into my phone."See you there." said Luke as he walked back toward the pool. "You gotta girlfriend?""No." I said dully."Good," he called back, "tonight, that's good."Whatever. Tonight is just to relax – have some fun, I thought as I walked back to the car. I definitely don't need any more girl trouble for a while. I drove home and spend the rest of the day by the pool. When the sun started to set, I went inside for some food and to change for the party. I found a reasonably new pair of cargo shorts and a nice button shirt. I even put a little gel in my hair. I checked myself in the mirror. I looked good. Hey, it didn't hurt to make a decent impression on my new classmates.I took off for the party, proud that I only took four wrong turns when I finally arrived at Devin's house. Holy crap, Luke wasn't kidding – this guy's parents must be loaded. The house was huge, with a large circular driveway that was already mostly full of cars. I parked and went to the door. A huge, hulking kid opened the door and let me in."You new?" he asked stupidly."Yeah, Alex," I said. This guy is a total mouth-breather, hope that's not Devin. "Is this your house?""Uh, no," he grunted, "Devin's... around." His gaze wandered, then he walked off.Okay... I walked in through the entry. It was as large as our old living room and twice as tall. There were already kids everywhere, sitting on one of the two staircases or leaning against the railing on the second floor. Nobody seemed too concerned or interested that I was there, so I kept walking. I came into some sort of huge open space room; a dance floor was setup on one side and huge tables covered with food on the other. There was a large punchbowl-fountain type of thing in the corner and people were serving themselves from the cascading liquid from the upper levels. Now we're talkin'...I helped myself to a plastic cup full of the fountain's contents, it was wonderful. It tasted like strawberries and pineapple and a few other fruits I couldn't pick out. There was definitely vodka or rum or some alcohol in it, I'd have to watch how many of these I drank.Sipping my punch, I wandered through the crowds of people in the gigantic house and found myself walking through some sort of glass sunroom which led outside. I thought our new pool area was pretty posh, but this made it look like a dump. The pool was nearly as large as the one at Elmwood. There were several hot tubs, each at different elevations, all splashing between each other and finally out into the pool. There were pathways leading all through the landscaping, leading to smaller patios and decks. It was truly a resort attached to the back of a house. I felt a hand on my shoulder and spun around."Hey, you new?" said a large guy attached to the hand on my shoulder. "I'm Devin.""Oh, hi – sorry, you surprised me. I'm Alex. Alex Jensen." I shook his hand with as much grip as I could muster. "Nice place.""Thanks. It suits my needs," he said pretentiously. "Just kidding," he added, breaking into a grin. My parents are loaded. So, you just transfer?""Yeah, MLK.""East side, right?""Yeah.""So, welcome to Elmwood. It's still school, but not a total shithole. You play sports?""I swim," I said quickly, "on the team, I mean." God, I was such a dork."Ah hah!" Devin yelled to no one in particular, "A seaman!""What?""Oh, don't take it personally, it's just what the football team calls the swim team. All for fun, right? They call us the pigheads. You know, like pigskin?""I got it." No wonder Luke thought this guy was a douche. "So, aren't there any guys who do both – football and swim team?""Yeah," he replied, "there are a few.""Pighead seamen?" I asked before I could think about the words, wishing I could control my stupid sense of humor sometimes."Ha ha!" laughed Devin, slapping me on the back with a large hand, "I hadn't thought of that. You're pretty funny. Pighead seamen...""So..." I cut in, trying to salvage anything from the conversation."Hey babe! Come over here!" Devin shouted across the pool. "Come meet the new kid."I looked across at where he had yelled and saw a head moving through the crowd toward us. When she became visible through the throng, I tried not to stare. Whoever Devin was allowed to call `babe' was hot. Shoulder-length brunette hair, nice tits, flat stomach, long legs. Her skimpy party dress left little to the imagination, which was okay with me. I hadn't had any distractions of the female variety since... She crossed to the patio toward us, stopping to very blatantly look me up and down."Aren't you a cutie," she said looking directly into my eyes, "Dev, isn't he a cutie?""Yeah sure," he answered, not giving any indication that this was a little strange. "Alex right? Katie, this is Alex."I reached out to shake her hand, but she pulled my arm and gave me a peck on the cheek. I was too dumbfounded to say anything."Nice to meet you Alex," she said, finally releasing my arm. "I'm Catherine, Devin's girlfriend."His eyes lit up, he was obviously way into this girl."Alex is a seaman," he laughed at his own joke, "he just transferred here.""Well, we always like a little fresh meat here, don't we Dev?" She wrapped her arms around his large chest, craning up to kiss him. She just slightly bit his lower lip, holding it in her teeth before releasing him.Wham. It hit me hard, just then. Love, lust, companionship, affection. Someone to kiss at parties. Someone who made you better together than you were separately. Only weeks ago, I had it. I had a girlfriend, I had Vivian. Now that was all gone. She took it from me, from us."Don't talk much Alex?" she asked, "Come on, this is a party!""I'm sorry," I said weakly, "I shouldn't have come here. I...""Just got dumped," said Katie, as though reading my mind. "Don't argue with me," she added, seeing me about to protest, "I know that look. What you need is to kill a few brain cells, let loose.""Okay," I said. "Maybe you're right." God, she was cute. She could read me like a book."Of course she's right!" added Devin, wrapping his arm around her waist, pulling her close, "she's always right." They kissed again.I felt even worse now. I thanked Devin for the party and walked off. I gulped down the rest of my punch as I found the entrance to a path leading away from the pool. The path wound around through shrubs and small trees, finally ending at another, smaller patio with a burning fire pit in the center. It was surrounded by trees and was out of sight of the pool. Best of all, there was nobody there.I sat down on a bench near the fire. I started to stare at the flames, becoming entranced. Eventually, I lay down on my back, knees in the air, still staring at the burning wood. I could hear the thump of the music coming from the house, but it started to fade, blending in with the throbbing pulse I could feel and hear in my ears.I heard a noise and was jarred out of my daze. I looked through the fire, toward the path. There was someone standing there, a girl. I sat up, closing my eyes briefly as the blood flowed temporarily out of my head."I said, are you new here?""Sorry," I replied in the general direction of her voice, regaining my balance. "Yeah, I'm new." Shit, I should have worn a sign.She walked around the fire toward my bench. As my eyes came in to focus, I could see she wasn't like the other girls I'd seen at the party earlier. I guess you could call her goth or emo – whatever. She wore tall, shiny black boots, fishnet stockings and a tight leather dress thing that looked more like a piece of lingerie. The fishnet continued down her shoulders and arms, tapering to a thin black band that hooked around between two fingers. Her hair was jet black except for an inch-wide deep red streak down one side. I couldn't tell if she was just very pale or wore light makeup, but it contrasted with her dark eyes and lips. I wasn't sure if I was attracted to her, but she was definitely hot."Hey," she said, sitting down next to me, "you were pretty zoned out there. You alright?""Yeah," I lied, "just trying to figure out what I'm doing here.""I know what you mean," she said, handing me one of the two plastic cups she had brought. "I never come to these asinine parties. They're aboslutely lame. I'm Jill, by the way.""Hey," I offered back, staring into the fire. "Alex." I took a swig out of the cup she'd brought, it tasted stronger than the last one."Be careful with that shit," said Jill, "it'll mess you up pretty fast.""Thanks." That actually sounded pretty good at the moment."So what are you doing all alone," she asked, "you look like you'd fit in pretty well here." She gulped from her own cup."Fuck if I know," I said. I could hear the dejection in my own voice."Oh crap, you just got dumped – didn't you?""How do you do that?""You mean read you, like the sad, open book you are?" asked Jill rhetorically.I grunted and slouched down, elbows on my knees, staring into the fire."Women's intuition I guess," she continued, not waiting for me to respond."God, it's so unfair." I felt nearly as bad as the days after my phone call with Vivian. I don't know why, but I began to recount the entire story of Vivian and me, all nine months' worth. Jill sat and listened, each of us working on our glasses of `punch' as I spilled my guts. I can't explain why I was telling a complete stranger all of this except that it felt good to get it off my chest.I continued the story, telling Jill about the move, which I now knew was the beginning of the end of us. I could tell I was about to lose it, all the emotions were flooding back again. The pain, the anger - all of it. I downed the rest of my drink and went through the details of the breakup and the days afterward."So, you think this Vivian girl," she asked, sensing I was done, "did this to you on purpose?""No," I sighed. "She just `read' me so she could string me along. You know - someone to take her out, boyfriend to be seen with at school..." I trailed off, feeling the old anger seeping in. "I loved her, and she fuckin' used me." I was pissed at Vivian all over again, and I was pissed at this Jill girl for making me go through it again."You sure?" asked Jill."Hell yeah, I'm sure." I answered angrily. "I'm at a sick party, half drunk, nearly crying my eyes out to a goth chick I don't even know about my ex-girlfriend. What do you Preteen Lolita Top think?" Now who was a douche..."Well," said Jill, taking a deep breath, "I think what you need is some perspective." She didn't sound angry."Whatever," I said, not looking at her, staring instead back to the fire pit.As I sat there, I quickly became light-headed. I leaned down with my elbows on my knees, trying to steady myself. Damn, I thought, this punch must be really strong. But then something odd happened. The flames licking the wood in the fire pit changed. They turned from orange to a deep, blood red, then retreated back into the embers of the firewood, leaving the patio in near darkness. I quickly sat up and looked at Jill. She was completely still, eyes closed with her hands crossed over her chest."What the..." I said out loud, "Jill – can you see this?" She didn't answer.After a moment, flames again came out of the firewood, turning white-hot and growing larger. They sprang high into the air above us, ten, twenty, thirty feet up I guessed. I could feel the heat on my face and arms, the light was blinding. Shit! We're gonna burn this place, I thought, standing up and getting ready to run for it. Then, just as quickly as they rose, the flames died down into a seemingly normal fire."Holy shit!" I yelled, facing Jill now, "did you see that?" Her eyes snapped open and arms fell."See what?" she asked calmly. "Are you okay? I told you to be careful with the punch – mess you up...""Oh... kay." I said slowly. That was freaky. I need to get out of here. "It was nice to meet you Jill," Preteen Lolita Top I said nervously, "but I came here to have a good time. I'll, uh, see you around."I crossed the patio and headed back to toward the house. I looked back at Jill as I left; I couldn't tell from the distance, but it seemed like she was giving me a really weird look – just staring. I quickly resigned to go get some more booze and try to have some fun.I waded through the crowd around the pool and went back inside. After fetching another glass of mystery punch, I made my way to the dance floor. The party was really going now. The sound system and party lights had turned Devin's living room into a club. I downed my punch and tossed the cup on the floor. I pulled out all the moves as I found a group of reasonably hot girls to dance near. One of them pulled me in and we danced through several songs. I was flying.Things started to get fuzzy, but I think I danced with another one of the girls from the group. She wasn't as cute as the first, but she made up for it with body language. A song with a pounding bass line started, prompting her to grab my ass with both hands, pulling our hips together. I reciprocated as we ground together, our bodies gyrating with the music. Did she kiss me? I think so. I can't remember...* * * * *I woke up without opening my eyes. Shit, I hurt everywhere - my head, my chest and my hips. This must be what a hangover feels like. I started to remember the previous night in flashes. Driving to the party, meeting Devin and, what was his girlfriend's name? The weird goth chick, dancing...Damn, my head hurts. Wait, where was I? I opened my eyes slowly. There was light enough to see, but everything was fuzzy. I was laying on my stomach, on a couch or futon or something. I didn't even try to move. I could see the still outlines of a several other people. One was lying on another couch, a few passed out on the floor. I must still be at Devin's house. I didn't try to drive home, good.I blinked a few times and opened my eyes all the way. Why is everything still fuzzy? It's almost like I'm looking through... hair. Hair? What the fuck is going on? I lifted a dangling arm off the floor and felt my face. It was hair. I slid my hand up my forehead, wait, this is my hair. What the... I must be really hung-over here – I'm trippin' out. I began to become more aware of the pain in my hips. It almost felt like my shorts were too small, causing my legs and waist to hurt. God, this sucked. Why did I drink so much?Rolling on Preteen Lolita Top to my back, I swung my legs out and let them fall off the couch on to the floor. I slowly sat up, feeling the pain in my head jabbing me from the inside. My stomach gurgled angrily and I felt nauseous. As I sat up, something felt different. There was still a weight on my chest, almost pulling me forward. I looked down, totally unprepared for what I saw.Long, blonde hair was cascading down my shoulders. My shirt was protruding from my chest, the top buttons stretched tight. What. The. Fuck... A surge of adrenaline coursed through my body, distracting me temporarily from the pain I felt everywhere. I jumped up and nearly tripped. My shoes felt huge on my feet. Did somebody play a joke on me after I passed out? What the hell was going on?I clomped through the living room into a hallway and found a small bathroom. I pushed my way in, grabbing the vanity for support. I looked up into the mirror and froze. The reflected person had long, wavy blonde hair and a nice set of tits. Just like in the old cartoons, I raised one hand, then two and made circles in the air. The reflection copied me. I stuck out my tongue, ditto. My knees got weak and I could feel the blood draining out of my face.I was a girl.I stared at myself in the mirror for what could have been an hour, but it was probably only minutes in reality. My head swam and I felt like I was going to throw up. What the... How is this possible? I pinched myself, splashed cold water from the sink on my face – the person looking back at me was still the same. I repeated it over and over in my head, I'm a girl; I'm a fucking girl. I finally couldn't stand any longer and sat down on the toilet and began to cry.I couldn't think straight. Nothing in my life had prepared me for waking up as a member of the opposite sex. Holy shit, I thought as I sobbed, a crazy thought coming in to my head. I quickly unbuttoned my shorts and shoved my hand down my boxers. Sure enough, there was only a smooth mound where my dick used to be.Oh fuck, I cried harder. I couldn't deal with this, not here. I had to get out, go home. I kicked off my too-big shoes and grabbed them as I sprinted out of the bathroom. I worked my way toward the front of the house, stepping around and over people in various states of unconsciousness. I fished the keys out of my pocket and found my car.I floored it out of Devin's driveway, tires squealing. I got out to the main road and tried to remember how to get home. I pulled into the driveway and jumped out of the car. Thank god mom and dad are gone, I thought as I let myself in. I closed and locked the front door behind me and slid to the floor. Preteen Lolita Top Then I puked. All over the entryway, I vomited everywhere. It kept coming until I was finally just dry heaving.After the puking stopped, I actually felt a little better. Yuck, I need to clean this up. As I found a roll of paper towels and some cleaner, I relished having a distraction, even one as nasty as this. I mopped up the vomit on my hands and knees, trying to keep my hair from dragging through the puddles.When I finished, I became more aware of how uncomfortable my clothes were. I went downstairs and found a pair of sweats and a loose t-shirt and went into the bathroom to change. I stepped into view of the mirror and unbuttoned my shirt. I examined my breasts, looking directly at them, then in the mirror. They were gorgeous. Round and full, nearly the size of Vivian's I guessed as I cupped my hands underneath them. My nipples hardened and extended as I touched them. I pulled the t-shirt on, which stretched nicely around my shapely chest. I pulled off my cargo shorts next, glad to be free of the pain in my hips. I thought I might as well leave my boxers on and pulled the sweats up over my long, smooth legs.My brain couldn't reconcile the fact that I was attracted to, well, myself. I was hot, top to bottom, that's all there was to it. "Damn..." I said out loud. Whoa! Aside from my various cries and sobs, I hadn't heard my own, new voice yet. I guess I should sound like a girl, everything else about me is a girl, right?"Hello, I'm Alex Jensen," I spoke to myself in the mirror. It sounded so odd to have my head control what I was saying but it coming out as someone else's voice. I guess this was my voice now. I found myself saying everything that came into my head out loud, just so I could hear it. My new voice was nice, not shrill or mousy like some girls, but smooth – sexy even.I spent quite a long time staring at my face in the bathroom mirror. The longer I looked, the more used to my new looks I became. I even began to see myself, that is, my old `guy' self a little in my new face. Especially the eyes, I thought, maybe not. I was beautiful, I could see that. All my features had been refined – nose, chin, cheeks, lips, everything was smaller and softer.I left the bathroom and my brain started to bombard me. So many questions, I didn't even know where to start. What do I tell mom and dad? Fuck, they don't even know this is me. They'll call the police... What about school? What about my life? Everything... It was more than I could take all at once, my subconscious blocking out all the insanity swirling around in my head. Deep breath. I turned on the TV and zoned Preteen Lolita Top out watching a dumb movie. Then another, and another. Distraction was easier that dealing with this, at least for now. Tomorrow, I thought, I'll figure things out tomorrow.After two movies, I had to pee. That was a whole new experience. Touching my vagina for the first time freaked me out. My fingers knew what it should feel like, but my body didn't know what to do with the sensation of my pussy being touched. I immediately though about sex – boys, girls, who... What am I supposed to... Shit – not now. Deep breath. Tomorrow.I managed to distract myself with TV and video games for the rest of the day. I ate some sort of casserole mom had left for me, not feeling very hungry though. I got tired very early and flopped into my bed. I'll figure this out tomorrow, I thought as I began to drowse off. I just need a plan. I can do this.------------------------------------------------------------------------Please send any me any constructive comments about the story and let me know if you'd like to see the next installment.Thanks, Pete pa4665yahoo.com
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