Coming of Age

The girl's body was still trembling when Emily eased her upright, one arm steady around her waist. Her skin was flushed, glowing with aftershocks, lips parted, sweat glistening between her breasts.

"Come here," Emily murmured.

She guided her gently, step by step, until the girl stood facing the wide oak trunk. Emily's hands moved to her shoulders, pressing down—soft but firm—until the girl bent forward, her palms braced against the bark. Her back arched instinctively, hips tilted back, the smooth curve of her ass visible beneath the tight fabric of her shorts.

Emily stood behind her.

Ran her fingers slowly down her spine.

"You're perfect like this," she whispered.

Then her hands found the waistband of the shorts.

She peeled them down inch by inch, baring the girl’s flushed skin, damp panties caught between the folds of her slick pussy. Emily tugged those down too—slow, deliberate, until they dropped to the girl’s ankles.

Her bare ass was high and exposed now, parted slightly by her position. The faint gleam of arousal shimmered between her thighs. Her pussy was flushed, pink, glistening from the earlier fingering. Her inner lips parted slightly with each breath, open, waiting.

Emily stepped to the side.

The boy was still there. Still hard. His cock twitched as he took in the sight.

Emily reached for him without a word.

She guided him forward by the hips—close, closer—until the head of his cock kissed the girl’s slick folds. She didn’t **** it. Just let it rest there, the heat of him pressed right at her entrance, the tip nudging lightly into her lips.

The girl gasped, her back arching deeper.

Emily leaned in behind him, her hand still on his hip, and reached around to the girl’s waist—gripping, anchoring, ready to pull them together.

Her voice dropped low.

“He’s going to fuck you now. Last chance to say no.”

The girl was silent for a beat—her breathing shallow, her fingers clenching against the bark.

Then she whispered, “I’m a virgin.”

Emily froze.

Her hand tensed.

She was about to stop, to pull him back, when—

“…Be gentle.”

Emily’s breath caught. Her hand on the boy’s hip tightened.

“Good girl,” she whispered.

Then she slowly, carefully pulled the two of them together—his cock pressing more firmly now against the girl’s entrance, spreading her lips with each millimeter, the heat of him kissing her slick, trembling opening.

Her body shuddered.

He groaned softly.

Emily watched it all. Felt the moment of resistance. Knew the exact second the girl’s body began to yield.

She leaned close.

“Nice and slow…” she breathed into the girl’s ear. “You’re safe.”

And then—

He began to slide in.