KitKat96
11-11-2010, 05:40 PM
And so, with one powerful, final thrust, the act was finished. As he pulled out, his manhood relaxing to its natural state, the clouds in his mind began to clear and for the first time he was able to step back and see what he had done; what he had become. And as his seed leaked from her slowly, he finally realized that the monster inside him had won its prize.
*10 Days Ago - A Tuesday Afternoon*
Stacey had just gotten a new bike for her birthday from her grandma. Sadly, she had not gotten an opportunity to ride it the day before because her party ended after sunset. Today she was determined to get the most out of her new gift. As soon as she got home from school, she ran up into her room and changed out of her uniform to get ready to ride.
She was a pretty girl with beautiful blonde hair down past her shoulders. On the shorter side, she loved to play sports even if she wasn't the most athletic. She matured earlier than most of her friends although the process had slowed of late. Once the only girl with breasts of any measure among her classmates, most, if not all had caught up or passed her small, perky 30A's by now. She changed out of her unappealing (although more comfortable) panties she wore to school. Choosing not to stand out, she decided to put on some that would not draw as much attention as the first pair would sticking out of her shorts that she always liked to wear while riding. A faint golden glisten shined off her minuscule amount of pubic hair she had accumulated up to this point. Her vagina, unknown to the touch of sex, was merely just a means to pee and the bastard responsible for her periods.
Dressed and ready to go, Stacey headed quickly to the garage. It had been months since her bike had gotten stolen and the feeling of excitement she had as she approached her new 21-speed bike was as true and pure as one can experience. As she hopped on she was a little confused. Up until now, Stacey had never had a bike with different speeds on it. She didn't care, and was quickly on the street feeling the air once again hit her face. She thought to herself how she had missed this feeling that she never really noticed before. As she made a turn at the first corner, Stacey was full of joy leaving her cares behind her. And as he watched her from his backyard, a man with a dark smile took pleasure in what was the beginning of a plan he had worked on for some time now.
*8 Days Ago - A Thursday evening*
Stacey had spend much of the afternoon on her Geometry homework. It was a very taxing few hours for her. As she neared the end she looked outside and realized the sun was setting. Her parents, always strict in words but never ones for true discipline, had told Stacey never to ride at night. Stacey wanted to honor that, but, without fear of any real punishment, she decided she had earned her bike ride today. She had a fun time taking the same paths around the neighborhood she always did. As she finally headed home, just a half of a block away, she saw a man with a cast on his left leg struggling on his lawn to get up from a fall. His car door open, there still was not much light due to the fact that the street lamp on the corner had been burned out for a few months. Stacey quickly hopped off her bike to aid the injured man. She had seen him around from a distance before but never paid much attention to him since he moved in after the Millers moved out.
"Are you okay," Stacey asked as she moved in to help without waiting for a response.
"I'm...I'm fine. Just a little fall," replied the man. Using less strength than she though she would need, she was quickly able to help the man gain his footing. "Thank you, young lady. You're an angel," the man said as he shut the door on his car. "I don't believe we've met. My name is Michael. I've only been here a few months but I must say it's nice to know that there are people around here willing to help a person need."
"Don't mention it. I'm Stacey by the way. You can call me Stace, if you want."
"Ah, yes I know how you are," Michael replied with a dark smile. Alarmed, Stacey took a step back slowly. "You're the girl who had her bike stolen from the flier on the lamp-post, yes?"
Calmed after realizing where he knew her from, Stacey replied, "Yep. We didn't find it but I've got a way better one now so its all good."
"Yeah, I hope you like it. I wasn't sure what bikes girls...erm um nevermind." Stacey was confused and after pausing a moment she pushed Michael to explain what he meant. "Well, I'm sorry if it was out of place but I just felt so bad. Having seen what the hoodlums had done, I decided to spend a little out of pocket on a good deed."
"But...my grandmother got me this bike for my birthday," Stacey defiantly replied.
"Yeah...I didn't think it would be appropriate to say here is a bike from someone you don't know so I decided to put 'From: Grandma' on the card after asking a few neighbors when your birthday was." In fact, the man had never spoken to anyone else in the neighborhood. Instead, he had found the birth date, among other things, from her Facebook page. "I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to overstep. If you would like, I suppose I could return the bike. It may be weird for you knowing you got it from a 'stranger.'"
"You're not a stranger! You're my neighbor Mike!" Stacey replied quickly with a grin.
"Ah, okay. So do you like it? I wasn't exactly sure what kind to get so I just picked out one that was pricey."
"I Loooooveeee it! I have so missed riding. It really was an awesome gift. Like the best one I've ever got." Stacey replied, thinking about how much she enjoyed riding the last few days.
"I'm sure that's not true but I am quite glad you like it. Say, you've already been a big help to me today but I don't suppose I could trouble you with some help carrying a few grocery bags, can I? Feel free to say no, a girl like you has places to be and people to see, I'm sure."
Knowing she should have been home an hour ago, Stacey's first inclination was to pass on helping. But after a few seconds of thought, she decided it was the least she could do for what Mike had done for her. As they began to grab bags from the car, Stacey reached for a brown one that was noticeably different from the others. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. I'll get that one," Mike said. Stacey was puzzled by his reaction but didn't comment out loud about it.
Inside, they set the bags on the kitchen table. Mike thanked Stacey for her help and told her to enjoy her bike. He then told her to just shut the door when she left as he had to use the bathroom for quite some time now. As she was leaving, the brown bag and its contents popped back into her head. She had to check, just to satisfy her curiosity. As she leaned her head over the nondescript bag, she was shocked. Porno magazines at the top, she did not see that coming. Fiddling through, she discovered something called a Fleshlight that puzzled her, and a bottle of lotion that she felt seemed out of place in the bag. After a few moments she figured out that Mike had bought this stuff for jacking off. Not super-informed about sex, Stacey only knew what she had been taught in health class years before and what random bits she could pick up from the boys' conversations at school.
Suddenly she heard a door shut. She quickly turned to leave but there was Mike staring at her. After a short pause mike quietly said, "I'm sorry you had to see that. They are...private items that can be quite embarrassing. Still, I thank you for your help and hope u have a good rest of the week, Stacey."
Stacey felt bad. Mike had tried to shield her from this, but she just had to snoop. "It's okay. All guys do that. You don't need to feel bad."
With a slight crackle from overacting mike replied, "Thanks Stace. You should go now though, it's getting late." As she rode away, she couldn't help but think of the interesting meeting she had just had. Even more, she began, for the first time in her life, to wonder what porn, like that in the magazines Mike had, actually looked like.
*6 Days Ago - A Saturday Evening*
Stacey had been riding all afternoon. Hoping to run into her new friend Mike, she rode by his house frequently, but, sadly, his car was never there. It was beginning to get dark so Stacey decided she better head home. Just as she did, Mike finally pulled in. She quickly turned around to try and catch him before he got inside. As she pulled up to his driveway, Mike was beginning to grab groceries from the trunk.
"Do you need any help with that," Stacey quickly asked.
Michael let out a dark smile and said, with his back to her, "Sure, as long as you don't look inside." They both laughed and Stacey hopped off her bike and headed towards the trunk. "You probably don't want to leave your bike there, Stacey." She agreed as Mike pointed her to the backyard fence. "You can put it just inside there and it should be safe." Feigning interest in the bags in front of him, Michael watched as Stacey walked the bicycle to his back yard. What lasted a few seconds to the rest of the world was an eternity for him. Her golden hair flowed as she removed her helmet. Her young arms and thin legs, somehow without a tan even with all the riding she had been doing of late, all led Michael to understand his plan was well worth the work.
"You can just go inside," Stacey said walking back towards the car. "I'll get the groceries. Don't trouble yourself. You need to rest to get healthy."
"Have I told you you're an angel," Mike replied.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm just doing a good deed like you did for me."
Mike headed inside and took a seat in his favorite chair to the left of his 40-inch television as the object of his desire carried in his things.
"How many of these things do you need!" Stacey said with surprise.
Michael let a soft grin go before he composed himself and turned around. "Um, you promised not to look this time..." Mike said pretending to be surprised.
"Relax, I don't care that you like this stuff. I just don't get why you bought more magazines already. Wasn't three enough for a while," Stacey replied.
"Well, lets just say you don't want to know what happened," Mike said confidently.
"Just tell me. I don't care. You're a guy. I get it," Stacey said without hesitation.
"Well remember, you asked. I was in the bathroom and I flushed 'something' down the toilet with paper-towel like an idiot and it began to overflow. So, as I was doing my damnedest to stop it, the magazines fell on the floor." Mike was interested to see her reaction.
Stacey let out a quiet "I see."
"And you shouldn't be holding magazines like that," Mike added. "What are you? Fifteen?" Michael knew the answer.
"Fourteen, actually. But I'm not some dumb kid." replied Stacey.
"I didn't mean you were. It's just...I shouldn't let you see this stuff. If you told anyone, I would get in a lot of trouble."
Stacey replied, "Don't worry, I don't talk to people 'bout this stuff. And you didn't let me, I looked on my own."
"You don't talk to people about what stuff, Hun? Sex," Mike asked with genuine curiosity.
"Well...yeah. I don't know. It's just not really my thing."
"It will be someday, Hun. No need to rush it. People get interested in it at different ages. If you need to talk about it or anything else, my door is always open to a good Samaritan such as yourself," Mike said, trying to lead her to more conversation on the subject.
"Well...ummmm...do you mind if I check out some of your magazines," Stacey asked nervously.
"I suppose. But you can't take them home in case your parents were to find them. Feel free to browse here though if you like." Embracing Mike's permission, Stacey grabbed the three magazines and sat on the couch just to the right of Mike's chair. "You mind if I have one of those," Mike asked. Stacey tossed over a magazine and they both began perusing. After a few minutes of both of them secretly watching how the other read, Mike told Stacey, "If you have any questions or anything feel free to ask."
Stacey let out a mumbled, "Okay." After a few more minutes passed, Stacey finally asked mike "So guys just slap their dicks when they look at this stuff?"
"Well, it's a little more complicated than that, if your really want to know. We basically build up 'til we're ready to explode. If that makes sense to ya," Mike replied as he adjusted his casted left leg on the coffee table.
"Yeah, I dunno. I guess. Just seems weird." Stacey said with a perplexed tone.
Even with all his planning, Michael was intensely nervous over the words he was about to speak. Things we're moving faster than he planned and he didn't like dealing with unknown variables. With that said, he couldn't resist spouting out, "I suppose if it's something that really doesn't make sense to you...I could maybe just show you."
There was a dead quiet. After a few moments passed, Stacey said, "If you wouldn't mind, I'd like to see you do it."
Mike was starting to get into this unplanned moment. He began to plot, stating, "Hmmm. Well I usually just do it while I'm getting ready to get in the shower because of the work involved to get undressed with this leg. It's not the easiest process. I suppose I could just take a shower after and let you see yourself out. Would that work for you?"
"Sure," replied Stacey with a nervous excitement.
"Do you think you could help me get out of these clothes? It might take forever otherwise."
Suddenly, Stacey began to look at him. She had not really paid attention to it before but she now realized she was on the cusp of seeing a much older man naked. Mike was average looking, with a five o'clock shave, tan hair, and a medium build. He reminded her a bit of her father with his dark blue eyes. After a few moments lost in thought, Stacey finally agreed to help him undress. He led her to the bed room to and started unbuttoning his blue denim shirt.
"Could you do my pants," Mike asked, trying his best to hold off the erection until after he was naked.
Stacey nodded. she began to unbuckle his belt and slowly slid it off of his pants. She wasn't trying to be sexy in doing so, instead just careful not to hurt him. "My shoe please," Mike said pointing to his uninjured right foot. As she slid off his only shoe, she grew more and more interested to see what lies beyond the trousers. She began to remove his sock as he unzipped his pants.
"Just pull it all down," Mike said, "it's kind of difficult over the cast but it gets there after a little work." Mike expected her to start with the pants but to his surprise she gripped inside his boxers and was ready to take it all off at once. Slow but surely she removed his last remaining clothes, first revealing his moderately trimmed pubic hair and, soon after, a grown man's cock lay in front of her, half-hard. It wasn't special in size or shape. What was just a normal, circumcised cock for most people was one young Stacey would not soon forget.
She struggled for a bit to get the pants off over the cast but finally it was done and there he stood, a grown man, naked, his ultimate desire's face inches from his penis. "What do you think," he asked.
"It's...It's cool." replied Stacey.
"Do you still want to see how jacking off works? Or have you seen enough already," he asked, desperately hoping for her to say yes.
"I want to see you do it." she said, shaking a bit as she stood up.
"I normally do this in the bathroom with the cast, but I suppose I can just lay on the bed since I'm doing a show," he said with a smile. He laid back on the bed and began playing with himself. "I need something to turn me on a bit, can you go get the magazines? Or...um...nevermind. just go get the magazines please."
She had a feeling she knew what he might ask but decided to push none-the-less. "Or what," she asked, standing there still, with her hands clasped together.
"Well, if you really want to know what I was thinking...I mean, you're here and you're beautiful. It wouldn't take much to get me to where I could finish from lookin' at you. Maybe...maybe just your breasts. But I couldn't ask-"
Before he could finish she turned around and, in an burst of spontaneity that surprised the both of them, began taking off her t-shirt. She then proceeded to pull her bra down to her waist. Just like that, Mike had her topless in his bedroom and not how he had planned.
"Oh my," he said. "That was not expected. Its okay. If you don't feel comfortable you don't have to turn around."
She didn't say anything. Instead she just closed her eyes and faced him. "Open your eyes, Honey. This is what you wanted to see. And it's thanks to your beautiful body." She slowly opened her eyes to see him working vigorously on his fully erect cock. She had never imagined a guy would do that to himself like that. He was going so fast. She began thinking to herself how this must be a good workout for a guy and then suddenly he arched his back, his right leg and toes stretched out, this was it. The white juice flowed, shot after shot in different directions until Mike was eventually tapped out. It was as intense a masturbatory session as he had had in years, if not decades. When he finally looked up to see Stacey pulling her bra up from her waist with a satisfied look on her face he couldn't help but think that everything was going to go easier than he had planned.
"Thanks for that," said Stacey as she began to head towards the front door.
"Anytime," Mike replied, with his sinister grin.
Mike just laid there for a while after she left, thinking of ways to adjust his plan to the recent events. Stacey while riding home, on the other-hand, had just begun to notice a dampness she felt over her left boob. It didn't take long after that for her to realize that it was a souvenir from Mike. When she got home, she was looking forward to inspecting the substance that had shot so far as to reach her bra from the bed. But when she was able to finally look at it, most of the substance had dried into the bra and all she was left with was a hardened cotton reminder of the first time cum had touched her silky skin.
*2 Days Ago - A Wednesday Evening*
They had hung out a few more times since then, looking at porn and even one more time on the bed jacking off. Today, however, Michael was determined to advance their relationship. After they began their usual routine of sitting around reading, Mike began to ask some questions.
"So Stace," he said. "Do you mind if we speak personally with each other? There are a few things I'd like to talk about with you if you wouldn't mind that."
"Sure, I guess. What did you have in mind," she questioned.
"Well the obvious first thing I've wondered is have you had sex yet," Mike asked bluntly.
"No. It's all the boys at my class are interested in but I don't wanna be some dumb slut."
"Well, I'm sure you at least pleasure yourself then. Am I right," Mike asked with no idea what the answer would be.
"Isn't that just for guys," she replied half-questioning.
"Oh, that's what I feared, Hun. So you really don't know?"
"Know what," Stacey said curiously.
"Hmmm. How to explain this." Mike thought out loud. "Well basically, a girl can enjoy herself just as much as a boy can. She just has to know how."
This was news to Stacey. How could she make herself feel the way Mike did during his Jack-off sessions, she wondered. "Okay well how does it work," she asked.
"You may not like this Hun but it's best if I were to show you. I won't touch, instead I'll just point and tell you what to do. You would have to take off your shorts, though," Mike said in almost a commanding way. While up until now she had never shown a guy her pussy, she didn't feel too nervous about it after all they had been through and she slowly dropped her bike shorts and panties at once. "Okay, now lay back on the couch," Mike said as he stood up. "Spread your pussy apart for a second." As she did Mike stopped saying "You see this here?" pointing a centimeter away from her pussy, "This here is your clit. This is the most sensitive part of your body. Think of it as a girl's penis. You have to excite yourself and rub until you reach that special moment."
"I didn't know it was so special but I know what the clitoris is...You could have just told me," Stacey said as she rubbed it a bit.
"Wheres the fun in that," Mike asked with a big laugh. Stacey, continuing to stimulate herself, started all of a sudden to understand why people pleasured themselves. As the intensity began to build, Mike reached out and grabbed the tiny little mound that was her left breast with his hand, placing his thumb over where her nipple lay beneath her lime-green t-shirt and black, cotton bra. This surprised Stacey but she didn't feel a need to stop and continued to work herself. "Something that may make the feeling more enjoyable for you," Mike said, rubbing the spot he believed her nipple, "is if you rub your nipples as you go. They are very sensitive and can help quite a bit with the sexual pleasure."
"You can show me if you like," said Stacey, willingly inviting Michael to escalate their relationship.
Without hesitation, Mike, brushing softly against her pubic mound as he reached down, lifting her shirt up and reaching under her bra. And there the two of them were, both with the same objective of pleasing young Stacey. The intensity was building up inside her, Mike massaging and rubbing her nipples, Stacey became more and more accustomed to the sensuality of her clit. Just then, something happened. An indescribable feeling took her over. The girl who was nothing more than a tomboy, with not the slight bit of interest in sex, a few days ago was experiencing her first orgasm. Her legs began shaking uncontrollably and as she lay there, shorts off, shirt at her neck, and Mike still playing with her nipples. She wish this moment would never end. Slowly, her body began to relax.
"So you came, Hun?"
"Huh," Stacey said, unfamiliar with the term.
"Well, when you reach the end and feel that tremendous feeling it is called cumming. Did you cum, dear?"
"Yeah, I definitely did," Stacey said proudly. "It was like amazing."
"Yeah that's why everyone does it. Just wait 'til you're old enough to fuck, you'll be blown away."
Her interest was piqued, but seeing the time decided she had better go. "I need to get going," she said, removing his hands from under her bra. She pulled her t-shirt down and tried to stand up to put back on her panties and shorts. Her legs were still still feeling a bit of the aftermath of the orgasm she had just experienced and she stumbled. Mike instantly grabbed her, with a hand on her back and one on her stomach. It took all his will to not move down towards her exposed young vagina.
"Got ya," Mike said, amused at how appropriate that statement actually was.
"Thanks," she said as she finally began to maintain her balance. Time seemed to slow down again for Mike as he watched her slowly slide her panties back up to hide from view the very thing he had so long planned to work his way inside of. As she waved and walked out the door, Michael knew that it was now inevitable that he would soon have what was left of her innocence.
*The Main Event - A Friday Night*
Tonight's the night, thought Mike. All his hard work was to get to this point. As he sat there waiting for the object of his obsession to arrive, he thought of all the time he had spent getting to this one night. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. It was time.
"It's open," Mike bellowed.
As she shut the door behind her, Stacey was shocked to see the man before her. "Oh my god! You got your cast off! That's awesome," she exclaimed.
Hiding an evil smile, Mike replied, "Yeah, thank fuckin' God. That thing always got in the way. I can finally get back to normal living."
"I guess this means I'm like not gonna see you as much," Stacey said sadly.
"Our time together lately has been great, Stace. But I do need to start dating again. A man can't live on masturbation alone." Things got quiet after that for a few moments. Both trying to get the nerve up to speak, they eventually both did at once stopping shortly after for more awkward moments. "Go ahead, Hun. What did you have to say?"
"Wh-well...would you still have to date if...," she stopped.
"If what," he asked. She wanted to speak but was without words. "Hun, if you mean what I think you do, I could never take your virginity from you," Mike said, laugh to himself about the irony of that statement.
"What if I wanted you to? We've already seen each other naked. Whats the big deal," she asked, feeding right in Mike's hand.
"That's true, Hun. But that's a big thing, your first time. You're gonna remember it forever. Are sure you wouldn't rather have it with a boy your own age?"
Stacey lashed back, "I don't care 'bout them. I care about you!"
"Well if this is what you want, I would be honored to be your lover," Mike said as he approached her. He kissed her gently. While doing so, he slowly moved his left hand to her breast, massaging it over her clothes. He moved his right hand from her shoulder down to her hand. He pulled away slowly, holding on to her hand, leading her to the bedroom.
Once inside, he began to undress her. While Michael had seen her topless and bottomless, he had never seen her completely naked until this moment. Peeling away the final white sock from her stunning body, he gazed at his prize, bare in front him. Nothing could stop him now. He laid her gently on the bed and began to undress himself. Finally he stood before her, two nude creatures in the night.
He pulled her toward him. Sitting upright before him on the bed, with her feet barely touching the floor, he guided his cock into her mouth. While it wasn't the best blow job, Mike barely noticed as he just could not help but enjoy seeing her with his cock in her mouth. He would occasionally take his cock out of her mouth and slap her face around with it. This excited them both.
After a few minutes passed, he pulled out of her mouth and shoved her, almost aggressively, further back on the bed. He proceeded to climb on himself and approach her pussy. Before he even touched her he could see that she had become quite wet. He brushed his hand lightly across her pussy as he brought his tongue up to it. Truth be told, the sweet pussy of young Stacey had almost not taste to it, but, in Mike's mind, he was tasting ambrosia. He vigorously worked it solely with his tongue. He showed an incredible stamina in his craft. Suddenly both of her legs clinched his ears tight, shaking somewhat. He knew he made her cum but he didn't stop for some time after that.
Suddenly, Stacey realized the possible byproduct of inevitable sex to come, asking, "You have a condom, right?"
Mike finally looked up from her glorious snatch and explained how such things weren't need because he had had a vasectomy. He then proceeded to move his tongue slowly up her body, stopping for a good forty-five seconds on her tits. Soon enough, they were face to face with each other. He kissed her. With her taste still fresh on him, his tongue invaded her mouth. She expected this, but the feeling was still weird to her. Before she fully came to grips with french kissing - !!A SHOCK!! - he was inside her. The first thrust came completely unexpected to her and she quivered a moment. For Mike this was glory. As they looked into each others eyes they each saw what they wanted to see. For Michael, he saw the innocence fade slowly away with each lunge. Stacey saw something quite different. She had not known him much more than a week but as she gazed into the eyes of the man inside her she suddenly realized she had fallen in love.
Holding her tight, Mike continued to penetrate her. Close to finishing the deed, he clenched her right arm tight above her elbow and pushed in on her left side above her stomach with some force. He began ejaculating. Pump after pump, more and more of his self was expelled into her body. And so, with one powerful, final thrust, the act was finished. As he pulled out, his manhood relaxing to its natural state, the clouds in his mind began to clear and for the first time he was able to step back and see what he had done; what he had become. And as his seed leaked from her slowly, he finally realized that the monster inside him had won its prize.
He took in this moment while Stacey thought of the times they would have together in the future. Mike moved his right hand down to her pussy rubbing it a bit and collecting a small amount of cum and blood. He brought his hand up to her mouth, his index finger crossed her lips. Stacey opened slowly and he proceeded to stick two of his fingers in her mouth, letting her taste the both of them at the same time. "I hate to say it, but you should probably head home before someone gets worried about you," Mike said, with his mind already focused on the next tasks at hand. Stacey agreed and began to get dressed. She had never felt more complete than she did at this moment. As she got ready to leave, she blew a kiss to her new lover, who was still lay naked on the bed watching her every move, with his cock stained just a tint red. Both of them wholly satisfied, Michael almost feel sadness for a fleeting moment of as he heard the front door shut. As Stacey climbed on her bike to head home, she smiled as she could still feel a portion of the her lover's juice inside her.
*Epilogue*
The following day Stacey was excited to spend some more time with Mike. Strangely though, when she knocked on the door this Saturday afternoon there was no answer. His car was in the driveway but when Stacey looked in she couldn't see the television or Mike's favorite chair in their normal spots. Finally, she just decided to enter and see what was going on. The door was unlocked and she made her way inside. The place felt emptied. Much of the old furniture was still there but she couldn't find anything else of note. No tooth brush in the bathroom, the closet emptied, it almost appeared that no one lived here.
Confused and with a fearful feeling in her stomach, Stacey became more active in her hunt. All of a sudden, she could see a light on in the garage so she quickly headed there. As she entered she froze, overcome with confusing and painful emotions. It was her bike that had been stolen months ago sitting alone in the middle of the garage. After she was finally able to compose herself, she noticed that next to it there was an envelope. "Stacey Summers" was written on it. Suddenly Stacey realized she had never told Mike her last name.
As she opened it, some things fell to the ground but her interest was drawn to the note inside.
"Dear Sweet Stacey,
I'm sure by now you've figured out that I was not who I said I was. In fact, I had been watching you for quite some time and knew that I must have you as my own. Surprisingly for me, things went much easier than I had expected. A foreclosed house, fake cast, and couple of porn mags was all it took. It was as if you wanted me to use you and I was happy to oblige.
Sadly though, once I achieved my goals, you were no longer pure. As such, I must move on. Tell someone of what's happened if you wish. There is a good chance, after last night, that you will have no choice in a few months. I have enclosed a few things to remember me by. Take care and enjoy my gifts.
Love,
Michael
PS. You should let the boys at your school have a run at you, now that you don't have to worry about becoming a slut anymore."
Shaking in fear, anger, and shame, Stacey looked down. There was what looked like cut out pieces of paper. As she picked them up, she realized that these were pictures printed off of a computer and cut out of the printing paper. She collapsed to the floor when she saw the contents of the pictures. In each one was Mike, with his face blacked out pointing at his television. On the television were different moments of their time together. He had recorded everything.
Stacey sat in the garage sobbing uncontrollably, unaware that a man, whose name is not actually Michael, was watching quietly from a hole he had drilled in the wall. The final part of his plan complete, the man turned and walked away from the living results of his endeavor, with a dark smile on his face.
FIN.
This is my first story. Please tell me what you think.
*10 Days Ago - A Tuesday Afternoon*
Stacey had just gotten a new bike for her birthday from her grandma. Sadly, she had not gotten an opportunity to ride it the day before because her party ended after sunset. Today she was determined to get the most out of her new gift. As soon as she got home from school, she ran up into her room and changed out of her uniform to get ready to ride.
She was a pretty girl with beautiful blonde hair down past her shoulders. On the shorter side, she loved to play sports even if she wasn't the most athletic. She matured earlier than most of her friends although the process had slowed of late. Once the only girl with breasts of any measure among her classmates, most, if not all had caught up or passed her small, perky 30A's by now. She changed out of her unappealing (although more comfortable) panties she wore to school. Choosing not to stand out, she decided to put on some that would not draw as much attention as the first pair would sticking out of her shorts that she always liked to wear while riding. A faint golden glisten shined off her minuscule amount of pubic hair she had accumulated up to this point. Her vagina, unknown to the touch of sex, was merely just a means to pee and the bastard responsible for her periods.
Dressed and ready to go, Stacey headed quickly to the garage. It had been months since her bike had gotten stolen and the feeling of excitement she had as she approached her new 21-speed bike was as true and pure as one can experience. As she hopped on she was a little confused. Up until now, Stacey had never had a bike with different speeds on it. She didn't care, and was quickly on the street feeling the air once again hit her face. She thought to herself how she had missed this feeling that she never really noticed before. As she made a turn at the first corner, Stacey was full of joy leaving her cares behind her. And as he watched her from his backyard, a man with a dark smile took pleasure in what was the beginning of a plan he had worked on for some time now.
*8 Days Ago - A Thursday evening*
Stacey had spend much of the afternoon on her Geometry homework. It was a very taxing few hours for her. As she neared the end she looked outside and realized the sun was setting. Her parents, always strict in words but never ones for true discipline, had told Stacey never to ride at night. Stacey wanted to honor that, but, without fear of any real punishment, she decided she had earned her bike ride today. She had a fun time taking the same paths around the neighborhood she always did. As she finally headed home, just a half of a block away, she saw a man with a cast on his left leg struggling on his lawn to get up from a fall. His car door open, there still was not much light due to the fact that the street lamp on the corner had been burned out for a few months. Stacey quickly hopped off her bike to aid the injured man. She had seen him around from a distance before but never paid much attention to him since he moved in after the Millers moved out.
"Are you okay," Stacey asked as she moved in to help without waiting for a response.
"I'm...I'm fine. Just a little fall," replied the man. Using less strength than she though she would need, she was quickly able to help the man gain his footing. "Thank you, young lady. You're an angel," the man said as he shut the door on his car. "I don't believe we've met. My name is Michael. I've only been here a few months but I must say it's nice to know that there are people around here willing to help a person need."
"Don't mention it. I'm Stacey by the way. You can call me Stace, if you want."
"Ah, yes I know how you are," Michael replied with a dark smile. Alarmed, Stacey took a step back slowly. "You're the girl who had her bike stolen from the flier on the lamp-post, yes?"
Calmed after realizing where he knew her from, Stacey replied, "Yep. We didn't find it but I've got a way better one now so its all good."
"Yeah, I hope you like it. I wasn't sure what bikes girls...erm um nevermind." Stacey was confused and after pausing a moment she pushed Michael to explain what he meant. "Well, I'm sorry if it was out of place but I just felt so bad. Having seen what the hoodlums had done, I decided to spend a little out of pocket on a good deed."
"But...my grandmother got me this bike for my birthday," Stacey defiantly replied.
"Yeah...I didn't think it would be appropriate to say here is a bike from someone you don't know so I decided to put 'From: Grandma' on the card after asking a few neighbors when your birthday was." In fact, the man had never spoken to anyone else in the neighborhood. Instead, he had found the birth date, among other things, from her Facebook page. "I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to overstep. If you would like, I suppose I could return the bike. It may be weird for you knowing you got it from a 'stranger.'"
"You're not a stranger! You're my neighbor Mike!" Stacey replied quickly with a grin.
"Ah, okay. So do you like it? I wasn't exactly sure what kind to get so I just picked out one that was pricey."
"I Loooooveeee it! I have so missed riding. It really was an awesome gift. Like the best one I've ever got." Stacey replied, thinking about how much she enjoyed riding the last few days.
"I'm sure that's not true but I am quite glad you like it. Say, you've already been a big help to me today but I don't suppose I could trouble you with some help carrying a few grocery bags, can I? Feel free to say no, a girl like you has places to be and people to see, I'm sure."
Knowing she should have been home an hour ago, Stacey's first inclination was to pass on helping. But after a few seconds of thought, she decided it was the least she could do for what Mike had done for her. As they began to grab bags from the car, Stacey reached for a brown one that was noticeably different from the others. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. I'll get that one," Mike said. Stacey was puzzled by his reaction but didn't comment out loud about it.
Inside, they set the bags on the kitchen table. Mike thanked Stacey for her help and told her to enjoy her bike. He then told her to just shut the door when she left as he had to use the bathroom for quite some time now. As she was leaving, the brown bag and its contents popped back into her head. She had to check, just to satisfy her curiosity. As she leaned her head over the nondescript bag, she was shocked. Porno magazines at the top, she did not see that coming. Fiddling through, she discovered something called a Fleshlight that puzzled her, and a bottle of lotion that she felt seemed out of place in the bag. After a few moments she figured out that Mike had bought this stuff for jacking off. Not super-informed about sex, Stacey only knew what she had been taught in health class years before and what random bits she could pick up from the boys' conversations at school.
Suddenly she heard a door shut. She quickly turned to leave but there was Mike staring at her. After a short pause mike quietly said, "I'm sorry you had to see that. They are...private items that can be quite embarrassing. Still, I thank you for your help and hope u have a good rest of the week, Stacey."
Stacey felt bad. Mike had tried to shield her from this, but she just had to snoop. "It's okay. All guys do that. You don't need to feel bad."
With a slight crackle from overacting mike replied, "Thanks Stace. You should go now though, it's getting late." As she rode away, she couldn't help but think of the interesting meeting she had just had. Even more, she began, for the first time in her life, to wonder what porn, like that in the magazines Mike had, actually looked like.
*6 Days Ago - A Saturday Evening*
Stacey had been riding all afternoon. Hoping to run into her new friend Mike, she rode by his house frequently, but, sadly, his car was never there. It was beginning to get dark so Stacey decided she better head home. Just as she did, Mike finally pulled in. She quickly turned around to try and catch him before he got inside. As she pulled up to his driveway, Mike was beginning to grab groceries from the trunk.
"Do you need any help with that," Stacey quickly asked.
Michael let out a dark smile and said, with his back to her, "Sure, as long as you don't look inside." They both laughed and Stacey hopped off her bike and headed towards the trunk. "You probably don't want to leave your bike there, Stacey." She agreed as Mike pointed her to the backyard fence. "You can put it just inside there and it should be safe." Feigning interest in the bags in front of him, Michael watched as Stacey walked the bicycle to his back yard. What lasted a few seconds to the rest of the world was an eternity for him. Her golden hair flowed as she removed her helmet. Her young arms and thin legs, somehow without a tan even with all the riding she had been doing of late, all led Michael to understand his plan was well worth the work.
"You can just go inside," Stacey said walking back towards the car. "I'll get the groceries. Don't trouble yourself. You need to rest to get healthy."
"Have I told you you're an angel," Mike replied.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm just doing a good deed like you did for me."
Mike headed inside and took a seat in his favorite chair to the left of his 40-inch television as the object of his desire carried in his things.
"How many of these things do you need!" Stacey said with surprise.
Michael let a soft grin go before he composed himself and turned around. "Um, you promised not to look this time..." Mike said pretending to be surprised.
"Relax, I don't care that you like this stuff. I just don't get why you bought more magazines already. Wasn't three enough for a while," Stacey replied.
"Well, lets just say you don't want to know what happened," Mike said confidently.
"Just tell me. I don't care. You're a guy. I get it," Stacey said without hesitation.
"Well remember, you asked. I was in the bathroom and I flushed 'something' down the toilet with paper-towel like an idiot and it began to overflow. So, as I was doing my damnedest to stop it, the magazines fell on the floor." Mike was interested to see her reaction.
Stacey let out a quiet "I see."
"And you shouldn't be holding magazines like that," Mike added. "What are you? Fifteen?" Michael knew the answer.
"Fourteen, actually. But I'm not some dumb kid." replied Stacey.
"I didn't mean you were. It's just...I shouldn't let you see this stuff. If you told anyone, I would get in a lot of trouble."
Stacey replied, "Don't worry, I don't talk to people 'bout this stuff. And you didn't let me, I looked on my own."
"You don't talk to people about what stuff, Hun? Sex," Mike asked with genuine curiosity.
"Well...yeah. I don't know. It's just not really my thing."
"It will be someday, Hun. No need to rush it. People get interested in it at different ages. If you need to talk about it or anything else, my door is always open to a good Samaritan such as yourself," Mike said, trying to lead her to more conversation on the subject.
"Well...ummmm...do you mind if I check out some of your magazines," Stacey asked nervously.
"I suppose. But you can't take them home in case your parents were to find them. Feel free to browse here though if you like." Embracing Mike's permission, Stacey grabbed the three magazines and sat on the couch just to the right of Mike's chair. "You mind if I have one of those," Mike asked. Stacey tossed over a magazine and they both began perusing. After a few minutes of both of them secretly watching how the other read, Mike told Stacey, "If you have any questions or anything feel free to ask."
Stacey let out a mumbled, "Okay." After a few more minutes passed, Stacey finally asked mike "So guys just slap their dicks when they look at this stuff?"
"Well, it's a little more complicated than that, if your really want to know. We basically build up 'til we're ready to explode. If that makes sense to ya," Mike replied as he adjusted his casted left leg on the coffee table.
"Yeah, I dunno. I guess. Just seems weird." Stacey said with a perplexed tone.
Even with all his planning, Michael was intensely nervous over the words he was about to speak. Things we're moving faster than he planned and he didn't like dealing with unknown variables. With that said, he couldn't resist spouting out, "I suppose if it's something that really doesn't make sense to you...I could maybe just show you."
There was a dead quiet. After a few moments passed, Stacey said, "If you wouldn't mind, I'd like to see you do it."
Mike was starting to get into this unplanned moment. He began to plot, stating, "Hmmm. Well I usually just do it while I'm getting ready to get in the shower because of the work involved to get undressed with this leg. It's not the easiest process. I suppose I could just take a shower after and let you see yourself out. Would that work for you?"
"Sure," replied Stacey with a nervous excitement.
"Do you think you could help me get out of these clothes? It might take forever otherwise."
Suddenly, Stacey began to look at him. She had not really paid attention to it before but she now realized she was on the cusp of seeing a much older man naked. Mike was average looking, with a five o'clock shave, tan hair, and a medium build. He reminded her a bit of her father with his dark blue eyes. After a few moments lost in thought, Stacey finally agreed to help him undress. He led her to the bed room to and started unbuttoning his blue denim shirt.
"Could you do my pants," Mike asked, trying his best to hold off the erection until after he was naked.
Stacey nodded. she began to unbuckle his belt and slowly slid it off of his pants. She wasn't trying to be sexy in doing so, instead just careful not to hurt him. "My shoe please," Mike said pointing to his uninjured right foot. As she slid off his only shoe, she grew more and more interested to see what lies beyond the trousers. She began to remove his sock as he unzipped his pants.
"Just pull it all down," Mike said, "it's kind of difficult over the cast but it gets there after a little work." Mike expected her to start with the pants but to his surprise she gripped inside his boxers and was ready to take it all off at once. Slow but surely she removed his last remaining clothes, first revealing his moderately trimmed pubic hair and, soon after, a grown man's cock lay in front of her, half-hard. It wasn't special in size or shape. What was just a normal, circumcised cock for most people was one young Stacey would not soon forget.
She struggled for a bit to get the pants off over the cast but finally it was done and there he stood, a grown man, naked, his ultimate desire's face inches from his penis. "What do you think," he asked.
"It's...It's cool." replied Stacey.
"Do you still want to see how jacking off works? Or have you seen enough already," he asked, desperately hoping for her to say yes.
"I want to see you do it." she said, shaking a bit as she stood up.
"I normally do this in the bathroom with the cast, but I suppose I can just lay on the bed since I'm doing a show," he said with a smile. He laid back on the bed and began playing with himself. "I need something to turn me on a bit, can you go get the magazines? Or...um...nevermind. just go get the magazines please."
She had a feeling she knew what he might ask but decided to push none-the-less. "Or what," she asked, standing there still, with her hands clasped together.
"Well, if you really want to know what I was thinking...I mean, you're here and you're beautiful. It wouldn't take much to get me to where I could finish from lookin' at you. Maybe...maybe just your breasts. But I couldn't ask-"
Before he could finish she turned around and, in an burst of spontaneity that surprised the both of them, began taking off her t-shirt. She then proceeded to pull her bra down to her waist. Just like that, Mike had her topless in his bedroom and not how he had planned.
"Oh my," he said. "That was not expected. Its okay. If you don't feel comfortable you don't have to turn around."
She didn't say anything. Instead she just closed her eyes and faced him. "Open your eyes, Honey. This is what you wanted to see. And it's thanks to your beautiful body." She slowly opened her eyes to see him working vigorously on his fully erect cock. She had never imagined a guy would do that to himself like that. He was going so fast. She began thinking to herself how this must be a good workout for a guy and then suddenly he arched his back, his right leg and toes stretched out, this was it. The white juice flowed, shot after shot in different directions until Mike was eventually tapped out. It was as intense a masturbatory session as he had had in years, if not decades. When he finally looked up to see Stacey pulling her bra up from her waist with a satisfied look on her face he couldn't help but think that everything was going to go easier than he had planned.
"Thanks for that," said Stacey as she began to head towards the front door.
"Anytime," Mike replied, with his sinister grin.
Mike just laid there for a while after she left, thinking of ways to adjust his plan to the recent events. Stacey while riding home, on the other-hand, had just begun to notice a dampness she felt over her left boob. It didn't take long after that for her to realize that it was a souvenir from Mike. When she got home, she was looking forward to inspecting the substance that had shot so far as to reach her bra from the bed. But when she was able to finally look at it, most of the substance had dried into the bra and all she was left with was a hardened cotton reminder of the first time cum had touched her silky skin.
*2 Days Ago - A Wednesday Evening*
They had hung out a few more times since then, looking at porn and even one more time on the bed jacking off. Today, however, Michael was determined to advance their relationship. After they began their usual routine of sitting around reading, Mike began to ask some questions.
"So Stace," he said. "Do you mind if we speak personally with each other? There are a few things I'd like to talk about with you if you wouldn't mind that."
"Sure, I guess. What did you have in mind," she questioned.
"Well the obvious first thing I've wondered is have you had sex yet," Mike asked bluntly.
"No. It's all the boys at my class are interested in but I don't wanna be some dumb slut."
"Well, I'm sure you at least pleasure yourself then. Am I right," Mike asked with no idea what the answer would be.
"Isn't that just for guys," she replied half-questioning.
"Oh, that's what I feared, Hun. So you really don't know?"
"Know what," Stacey said curiously.
"Hmmm. How to explain this." Mike thought out loud. "Well basically, a girl can enjoy herself just as much as a boy can. She just has to know how."
This was news to Stacey. How could she make herself feel the way Mike did during his Jack-off sessions, she wondered. "Okay well how does it work," she asked.
"You may not like this Hun but it's best if I were to show you. I won't touch, instead I'll just point and tell you what to do. You would have to take off your shorts, though," Mike said in almost a commanding way. While up until now she had never shown a guy her pussy, she didn't feel too nervous about it after all they had been through and she slowly dropped her bike shorts and panties at once. "Okay, now lay back on the couch," Mike said as he stood up. "Spread your pussy apart for a second." As she did Mike stopped saying "You see this here?" pointing a centimeter away from her pussy, "This here is your clit. This is the most sensitive part of your body. Think of it as a girl's penis. You have to excite yourself and rub until you reach that special moment."
"I didn't know it was so special but I know what the clitoris is...You could have just told me," Stacey said as she rubbed it a bit.
"Wheres the fun in that," Mike asked with a big laugh. Stacey, continuing to stimulate herself, started all of a sudden to understand why people pleasured themselves. As the intensity began to build, Mike reached out and grabbed the tiny little mound that was her left breast with his hand, placing his thumb over where her nipple lay beneath her lime-green t-shirt and black, cotton bra. This surprised Stacey but she didn't feel a need to stop and continued to work herself. "Something that may make the feeling more enjoyable for you," Mike said, rubbing the spot he believed her nipple, "is if you rub your nipples as you go. They are very sensitive and can help quite a bit with the sexual pleasure."
"You can show me if you like," said Stacey, willingly inviting Michael to escalate their relationship.
Without hesitation, Mike, brushing softly against her pubic mound as he reached down, lifting her shirt up and reaching under her bra. And there the two of them were, both with the same objective of pleasing young Stacey. The intensity was building up inside her, Mike massaging and rubbing her nipples, Stacey became more and more accustomed to the sensuality of her clit. Just then, something happened. An indescribable feeling took her over. The girl who was nothing more than a tomboy, with not the slight bit of interest in sex, a few days ago was experiencing her first orgasm. Her legs began shaking uncontrollably and as she lay there, shorts off, shirt at her neck, and Mike still playing with her nipples. She wish this moment would never end. Slowly, her body began to relax.
"So you came, Hun?"
"Huh," Stacey said, unfamiliar with the term.
"Well, when you reach the end and feel that tremendous feeling it is called cumming. Did you cum, dear?"
"Yeah, I definitely did," Stacey said proudly. "It was like amazing."
"Yeah that's why everyone does it. Just wait 'til you're old enough to fuck, you'll be blown away."
Her interest was piqued, but seeing the time decided she had better go. "I need to get going," she said, removing his hands from under her bra. She pulled her t-shirt down and tried to stand up to put back on her panties and shorts. Her legs were still still feeling a bit of the aftermath of the orgasm she had just experienced and she stumbled. Mike instantly grabbed her, with a hand on her back and one on her stomach. It took all his will to not move down towards her exposed young vagina.
"Got ya," Mike said, amused at how appropriate that statement actually was.
"Thanks," she said as she finally began to maintain her balance. Time seemed to slow down again for Mike as he watched her slowly slide her panties back up to hide from view the very thing he had so long planned to work his way inside of. As she waved and walked out the door, Michael knew that it was now inevitable that he would soon have what was left of her innocence.
*The Main Event - A Friday Night*
Tonight's the night, thought Mike. All his hard work was to get to this point. As he sat there waiting for the object of his obsession to arrive, he thought of all the time he had spent getting to this one night. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. It was time.
"It's open," Mike bellowed.
As she shut the door behind her, Stacey was shocked to see the man before her. "Oh my god! You got your cast off! That's awesome," she exclaimed.
Hiding an evil smile, Mike replied, "Yeah, thank fuckin' God. That thing always got in the way. I can finally get back to normal living."
"I guess this means I'm like not gonna see you as much," Stacey said sadly.
"Our time together lately has been great, Stace. But I do need to start dating again. A man can't live on masturbation alone." Things got quiet after that for a few moments. Both trying to get the nerve up to speak, they eventually both did at once stopping shortly after for more awkward moments. "Go ahead, Hun. What did you have to say?"
"Wh-well...would you still have to date if...," she stopped.
"If what," he asked. She wanted to speak but was without words. "Hun, if you mean what I think you do, I could never take your virginity from you," Mike said, laugh to himself about the irony of that statement.
"What if I wanted you to? We've already seen each other naked. Whats the big deal," she asked, feeding right in Mike's hand.
"That's true, Hun. But that's a big thing, your first time. You're gonna remember it forever. Are sure you wouldn't rather have it with a boy your own age?"
Stacey lashed back, "I don't care 'bout them. I care about you!"
"Well if this is what you want, I would be honored to be your lover," Mike said as he approached her. He kissed her gently. While doing so, he slowly moved his left hand to her breast, massaging it over her clothes. He moved his right hand from her shoulder down to her hand. He pulled away slowly, holding on to her hand, leading her to the bedroom.
Once inside, he began to undress her. While Michael had seen her topless and bottomless, he had never seen her completely naked until this moment. Peeling away the final white sock from her stunning body, he gazed at his prize, bare in front him. Nothing could stop him now. He laid her gently on the bed and began to undress himself. Finally he stood before her, two nude creatures in the night.
He pulled her toward him. Sitting upright before him on the bed, with her feet barely touching the floor, he guided his cock into her mouth. While it wasn't the best blow job, Mike barely noticed as he just could not help but enjoy seeing her with his cock in her mouth. He would occasionally take his cock out of her mouth and slap her face around with it. This excited them both.
After a few minutes passed, he pulled out of her mouth and shoved her, almost aggressively, further back on the bed. He proceeded to climb on himself and approach her pussy. Before he even touched her he could see that she had become quite wet. He brushed his hand lightly across her pussy as he brought his tongue up to it. Truth be told, the sweet pussy of young Stacey had almost not taste to it, but, in Mike's mind, he was tasting ambrosia. He vigorously worked it solely with his tongue. He showed an incredible stamina in his craft. Suddenly both of her legs clinched his ears tight, shaking somewhat. He knew he made her cum but he didn't stop for some time after that.
Suddenly, Stacey realized the possible byproduct of inevitable sex to come, asking, "You have a condom, right?"
Mike finally looked up from her glorious snatch and explained how such things weren't need because he had had a vasectomy. He then proceeded to move his tongue slowly up her body, stopping for a good forty-five seconds on her tits. Soon enough, they were face to face with each other. He kissed her. With her taste still fresh on him, his tongue invaded her mouth. She expected this, but the feeling was still weird to her. Before she fully came to grips with french kissing - !!A SHOCK!! - he was inside her. The first thrust came completely unexpected to her and she quivered a moment. For Mike this was glory. As they looked into each others eyes they each saw what they wanted to see. For Michael, he saw the innocence fade slowly away with each lunge. Stacey saw something quite different. She had not known him much more than a week but as she gazed into the eyes of the man inside her she suddenly realized she had fallen in love.
Holding her tight, Mike continued to penetrate her. Close to finishing the deed, he clenched her right arm tight above her elbow and pushed in on her left side above her stomach with some force. He began ejaculating. Pump after pump, more and more of his self was expelled into her body. And so, with one powerful, final thrust, the act was finished. As he pulled out, his manhood relaxing to its natural state, the clouds in his mind began to clear and for the first time he was able to step back and see what he had done; what he had become. And as his seed leaked from her slowly, he finally realized that the monster inside him had won its prize.
He took in this moment while Stacey thought of the times they would have together in the future. Mike moved his right hand down to her pussy rubbing it a bit and collecting a small amount of cum and blood. He brought his hand up to her mouth, his index finger crossed her lips. Stacey opened slowly and he proceeded to stick two of his fingers in her mouth, letting her taste the both of them at the same time. "I hate to say it, but you should probably head home before someone gets worried about you," Mike said, with his mind already focused on the next tasks at hand. Stacey agreed and began to get dressed. She had never felt more complete than she did at this moment. As she got ready to leave, she blew a kiss to her new lover, who was still lay naked on the bed watching her every move, with his cock stained just a tint red. Both of them wholly satisfied, Michael almost feel sadness for a fleeting moment of as he heard the front door shut. As Stacey climbed on her bike to head home, she smiled as she could still feel a portion of the her lover's juice inside her.
*Epilogue*
The following day Stacey was excited to spend some more time with Mike. Strangely though, when she knocked on the door this Saturday afternoon there was no answer. His car was in the driveway but when Stacey looked in she couldn't see the television or Mike's favorite chair in their normal spots. Finally, she just decided to enter and see what was going on. The door was unlocked and she made her way inside. The place felt emptied. Much of the old furniture was still there but she couldn't find anything else of note. No tooth brush in the bathroom, the closet emptied, it almost appeared that no one lived here.
Confused and with a fearful feeling in her stomach, Stacey became more active in her hunt. All of a sudden, she could see a light on in the garage so she quickly headed there. As she entered she froze, overcome with confusing and painful emotions. It was her bike that had been stolen months ago sitting alone in the middle of the garage. After she was finally able to compose herself, she noticed that next to it there was an envelope. "Stacey Summers" was written on it. Suddenly Stacey realized she had never told Mike her last name.
As she opened it, some things fell to the ground but her interest was drawn to the note inside.
"Dear Sweet Stacey,
I'm sure by now you've figured out that I was not who I said I was. In fact, I had been watching you for quite some time and knew that I must have you as my own. Surprisingly for me, things went much easier than I had expected. A foreclosed house, fake cast, and couple of porn mags was all it took. It was as if you wanted me to use you and I was happy to oblige.
Sadly though, once I achieved my goals, you were no longer pure. As such, I must move on. Tell someone of what's happened if you wish. There is a good chance, after last night, that you will have no choice in a few months. I have enclosed a few things to remember me by. Take care and enjoy my gifts.
Love,
Michael
PS. You should let the boys at your school have a run at you, now that you don't have to worry about becoming a slut anymore."
Shaking in fear, anger, and shame, Stacey looked down. There was what looked like cut out pieces of paper. As she picked them up, she realized that these were pictures printed off of a computer and cut out of the printing paper. She collapsed to the floor when she saw the contents of the pictures. In each one was Mike, with his face blacked out pointing at his television. On the television were different moments of their time together. He had recorded everything.
Stacey sat in the garage sobbing uncontrollably, unaware that a man, whose name is not actually Michael, was watching quietly from a hole he had drilled in the wall. The final part of his plan complete, the man turned and walked away from the living results of his endeavor, with a dark smile on his face.
FIN.
This is my first story. Please tell me what you think.