Uh, no kids for the night...

Taryn waved at her father as he drove away after dropping her off in front of Brandon's house at two thirty that afternoon. Her legs trembled as she walked around the house to the back door.

She got the key from the flowerpot and let herself in. She put her overnight bag down on the kitchen table and went into the living room to wait for the school bus that dropped Brandon's kids off. As she did she noticed a note by the phone.

"Taryn,

Don't worry about the kids. I asked my parents to look after them for the night. I'll be off work at four this after noon, I have a 'stomach ache'. There's a Chicken Parm here in the fridge if you get hungry.

Brandon."

Taryn had mixed feeling about this. She was absolutely ecstatic that she'd have Brandon to herself for the night, and she loved Chicken Parm. But she was a bit disappointed that she wouldn't see the kids today. "Oh, I wanted to play Monopoly with them." She bit her lip now at a loss of what to do. Then she had an idea to get ready for Brandon by taking a shower and maybe masturbating to work out the nerves she was having. She smiled as she went back into the kitchen to get her bag.

Standing in Brandon's bathroom she disrobed. She admired her young body in the mirror with a smile. "Taryn, let's make this work out." She muttered to herself as she started the water in the shower.

She stepped in after a minute to get the temperature she liked. She sighed as the water hit her. She picked up the washcloth and held it to her nose. Of course all she smelled was the soap, but the thought that Brandon had used this just this morning made her imagine his scent. She wondered if he washed his cock and balls with this cloth. She rubbed over her sensitive nipples, sighing at the touch. She moved over her tight stomach down to her kitty. "Oh god..." She moaned as the rubbed her clit with the cloth. Her other hand went to her breasts kneading them almost roughly as she masturbated with Brandon's washcloth in Brandon's shower.

The fantasy she was using to help her was of her in the shower as she was right now, washing off after a morning Jog when she felt arms wrap around her and hands cup her breasts. She's lean back into Brandon's strong embrace and tilt her neck to let him trail kisses down her neck to her shoulders. She'd rub her ass against his free and hard cock, feeling it move up and down her crack as she moaned from his ministrations. Carefully he'd step into the shower. She'd turn to him to kiss him fully on the lips while running her small hands up and down his chest, each down stroke getting lower, moving towards his cock. He would break the kiss by gently pushing her against the wall and getting to his knees he'd lift one of her legs and put it over his shoulder. He'd then lean in and start gently tonguing her virgin pussy. Running his tongue around her tight hole, and even touching her hymen a time or two (mind you in her fantasy they were married, just she had no point of reference of her kitty without her hymen so it was still there). She fantasized about orgasming twice on his tongue before he slowly got back to his feet, his hard cock sticking into her belly.

She smiled up at him as she caught her breath and sunk to her own knees. She continued to stare into his eyes as she grasped his cock and kissed the head before licking up and down the sides, making sure to get every part of his cock with her lips and tongue. Her heart swelled as she heard him groan. She felt his cock get harder and thicker in her hand (as her friend Marcy described) and start spewing forth a monster load.

Taryn came hard as Dream-Brandon came in her hands and all over her cheek as she kissed the underside of his cock. "OH, God yes...oh so..ugh..."

"Ah, there you are." She heard Brandon say.

Taryn looked over and saw him standing in the doorway to his bathroom. He glanced up and down her body, then blushed a little bit at his lecherous viewing. "You are beautiful." He stated. "How long were you in the shower?"

Taryn looked at Brandon shyly, flipping some wet brown hair out of her face, "I don't know...a bit."

"Get dressed in panties and a nightgown. We'll eat and watch a movie to start okay?"

"Anything for you."

Brandon smiled at her, "I like a little independence. Whatever we do make sure you actually like it, okay. I don't want you to say you like something if you don't." His tone was friendly as was the smile, bit Taryn could definitely tell it was not a request.

"Right. No problem." Taryn answered soberly.

With one last glance at her body he left her to get dressed.