Belle Roberts Erotic Fiction

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Katy lifted her bottom from the bed, and she used both hands to slide her denim skirt down over her hips, exposing her panties. Without speaking, I moved down and slid her skirt along her legs, and placed it on the end of the bed. I looked back at her, lying there, now wearing just her T-shirt and burgundy panties. My feeling of awe was tinged with rampant sexual desire.

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I reached up inside Katy’s top, and touched her breast through her bra, and I felt the nipple harden slightly. I had never fondled a girl’s breast, but I touched her nipple though the material, taking it between my thumb and first finger. Katy flinched and took a sharp little breath.

“You get an A plus for that,” she said. I had a million thoughts going through my head. I didn’t know what to do next.

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I had been feeling really at ease by then, but my nerves suddenly kicked in and went off the scale. “I can’t dance,” I said.

“Come on,” Katy said, “It’s easy. Just move to the music.” She reached around, adjusted my hand onto the proper place on her back, and said, “Move with me, Justin.”

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“Sorry,” I mumbled as she stepped past me to place a shopping bag on the kitchen bench. Miss Martin was wearing a denim skirt and a white T-shirt. The skirt was hugging her butt so tightly it might as well have been painted on, and her shirt was moulding itself to her tits and upper body.

Miss Martin turned from the bench and saw me looking. She glanced down at herself, then back up at me. “You don’t say much, do you, Justin?” she said as she stepped forward and took one of the beers from me.

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By Taverner, edited by Belle Roberts

We shuffled into class as usual that day — a room full of teenage kids with the scraping sounds of chairs, books being placed on desks, and the murmur of conversation — and waited for our teacher to come in and start the lesson. Normally as she walked in, the murmur of conversation would trail off, as gradually everyone in the room became aware of her presence. This time, though, all conversation stopped in an instant. Instead of our regular conservatively-dressed and middle-aged instructor, I saw a real, live goddess.

My mouth fell open. This exquisite woman walked with a swaying, lilting step to the front of the classroom and said, “Good morning, class. I’m Miss Martin.”

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Once she got over her giggles, Krista leaned down and gently placed her lips on the shiny head of my hard cock. She had a look of concentration as she took about two inches into her pretty little mouth, and she bobbed her head a few times, rubbing the tip of my cock with her tongue. Her soft, warm mouth certainly felt fantastic, but she was no expert at giving head. Even so, it was enough to make me flinch a couple of times. As she took her mouth away, she looked at me. “Did you like that?” she asked.

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I unclipped Krista’s bra and slipped it off her, dropping it on the floor with her dress. I looked at her perky, firm, rounded breasts. “They’re lovely,” I said as I gently fondled both breasts with my hands, stroking the nipples with my thumbs.

“They’re sensitive, too,” Krista whispered. I bent down to gently kiss her right breast, then placed my lips over her nipple and caressed it with my tongue. Krista took a sharp breath and said, “That’s nice.”

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I was now sitting on my couch, alone, with a beautiful seventeen-year-old girl who had both arms wrapped around me. I felt a hot wave of excitement go through me, but I had my arms down by my sides, fighting off my natural instinct to embrace this lovely body.

For a few moments, we stayed like that, neither of us speaking, until Krista broke the silence. “For God’s sake, Craig,” she said, lifting her head from my chest, “Put your arms around me and hold me. We both know where this is leading.”

“Krista,” I said. “We can’t do anything. You know that.”

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“I’ve got a feeling you’re going to tell me this fantasy of yours whether or not I want to hear about it, so I may as well say yes,” I said.

“I’ve got this fantasy that you arrest me for something,” Krista said, “and you’ve gotta frisk me. You know, up against the wall, searching me for concealed weapons and stuff. Really thorough. Every little nook and cranny.”

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Life went on, and I settled into my new life, living in Vicky’s granny flat, having my two kids over on access visits.  After a while I didn’t see much of Krista. Then, one pay day, I went to Vicky’s door to pay my rent, and we had a little conversation on her doorstep.

While we were talking, a Daewoo sedan stopped outside.  The driver tooted the horn twice, and moments later, Krista burst out the door, saying, “Gotta go. Be back in a couple of hours.”  Then she trotted to the passenger’s door of the Daewoo, jumped in, and the car drove away.

“Krista’s got her first boyfriend,” Vicky said. “Terry’s his name. He seems nice enough, but young girls and young guys– you know what I mean.”

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