Teen Date, Jail Bait (Part 1)
By:  El Valkyro Del Sur,     E-mail:  ElValkyro2003@cs.com
A date takes an unexpected twist and leads to a fantasy-come-true night that nobody will forget (Part 1).


Becky was the most beautiful girl in class. Her hair was light brown.
It was straight but curled at the ends. Her eyes were always bright with
life and joy. Her smile was like no other. What was more impressive than
anything else was her body. At only 16, she stood about 5' 9" and weighed
approximately 160 pounds - all muscle.

Not a day went by that I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. My crotch
created a bulge in my pants everytime that I contemplated her. I wished
so hard everyday that things would be different and that I could ask
her out. I wanted her to be mine. I would've been happy at least knowing
that she noticed me. But, not even that. I was nobody.

Robert had a huge crush on Becky too. I backed off when I found out about
his feelings for her. Robert was 17 and one of the school jocks. He played
baseball and football. I was so proud of him and so thankful. He had helped
me through some tough times. He had been so patient. I couldn't betray him.
I couldn't stand in his way, either.

I overheard him asking her out one day. He pleaded and begged. Becky was
not an easy girl. She was not only strong physically, but also mentally
and spiritually. Even at such a young age, she knew what she wanted.
She also knew how to play 'hard to get'.

Robert and I talked at school the following day. He took a break from
baseball practice to come and see me. He explained his feelings for Becky.
He also informed me that she had finally accepted his invitation for a date.
But, with one condition. I had to be their chaperon!

I looked at Robert for a minute or two. "I...I...what?" I mumbled.
"I don't think I can...," I explained. "But I haven't even told you when,"
he reminded me. Robert seemed confused and concerned. I couldn't disappoint
him this way. I agreed to go.

On Robert's advise, I drove to his house to pick him up. Robert thought
he'd be too 'busy' with Becky to have time to drive. They'd be in the
'back seat' most of the time anyway. I wasn't very happy with the idea of
looking at Robert and Becky making out in the back seat. But...I couldn't
back out now.

Robert was waiting in his front porch. He looked mighty handsome and very
well dressed. All 6'1", 175 pounds of him hopped in the car. There was no
doubt why Becky would look at him rather than me. At only 17, he already
had the perfect body - tall, very fit, not a hint of fat, yet, not overly
muscular. I was 5'10" and weighed less than 150. I was skinny and out
of shape.

We drove up to Becky's house. Becky stepped out. She was the most gorgeous
creature I had ever seen. Robert and I were left speechless. Becky wore a
black dress that revealed a hint of her incredible cream-colored breasts.
The dress came down to her knees, allowing her muscular calves to be seen
by the world. I could feel the drool hang down the side of my mouth.
She also wore high heels, making her calves look that much bigger with
every step she took. Robert stepped out of the car to greet her. With her
high heels, Becky was nearly as tall as Robert. They made for an
impressive couple. I was jealous.

I drove them both to dinner and then to the movies. Things went fine for
them, I suppose. I tried to keep my mind on other things. But, I did
catch myself staring at Becky once in a while. I think she caught me a
couple of times too! That only made me feel even more uncomfortable with
the whole situation. But, the date went on.

As we drove back to Becky's house, Becky asked me to pull into the local
shopping mall's parking lot. The lot was nearly empty. It was almost
midnight. She asked me to step out of the car and leave the two of them
alone. I agreed. I couldn't say anything. Although, I wanted to shout
that I wished I was with Becky! I imagined Robert undressing Becky and
making love to her in my car's back seat. I felt the tears coming on.
My eyes got watery. I was so mad at myself and so sad, all at once.
I looked back at the car. I could see arms and legs moving around
in there. Boy, they were sure passionate.

I waited and waited and waited...

Finally, I heard Becky calling for me. I stepped up to the car.
Robert was laying in the back seat, bleeding! "What happened?!"
I shouted, confused. "Robert tried to get rough with me," Becky
explained, "and I had to defend myself. Besides, I never really liked
him. I only agreed to go out with him if you came along. It's you that
I'm interested in." I was left speechless!

The most beautiful girl ever had just confessed she liked me BUT Robert
was unconscious and bleeding in my car's back seat! I  didn't know what
to do. I tried to wake him up, but I couldn't. I looked at Becky. "He's
dead," she said calmly. "What?!" I shouted, "are you kidding me?"

After taking several minutes to come to terms with the situation I was in,
Becky convinced me to take Robert's body and dump it in a nearby river.
We drove to the river. Becky got out and pulled Robert's body out. I could
hardly move. Everything was like a daze. I couldn't believe what I was
doing. Becky, using her strong muscles, lifted Robert and carried him
over her shoulder to the edge of the river. She let him drop into the
water.

I leaned back on my car, tears rolling down my cheeks. It was all like a
horrible nightmare. Becky came up to me. She leaned into my face, her eyes
filled with concern. I looked at her and asked her why she did it. She
didn't answer. Our eyes locked. She had the most beautiful face I had
ever seen. I got lost in her eyes. I felt her breasts push up against
my chest. Her breathing and my breathing joined in one rythm. I smelled
her natural scent. My body and mind slowly gave into her. Our lips touched.

We kissed for about ten minutes. I slowly undid her dress and she let it
drop to the ground. She removed my shirt and unbuttoned my pants. I didn't
care what had happened that night. I would have given anything and every-
thing to be in the situation I was in at that very moment. Too bad Robert
had to die. But...oh well...so it goes.

As my pants dropped, Becky pulled down my underwear too. Softly, she took
my hard penis in her hand. She cupped it and softly massaged it. I let my
face drop onto her shoulder. I smelled and kissed her shoulder, her neck,
her chest. I was lost in her smell, in her taste. I had left my car's radio
on, thinking that we would dump the body and leave immediately. We didn't.
But, now, the radio was still playing, softly. I could hear Staind's
"Outside" while we explored each other's body. I let myself drop to my knees.
I kissed Becky's feet. I caressed her strong muscular calves and thighs.
I clasped my teeth on her panties and pulled them down. I took my hands and
massaged Becky's legs and butt. I brought my lips to her crotch. I made out
with her pussy for about five minutes. Becky also dropped to her knees.
We kissed for awhile. She pulled me toward her and she let herself fall
back to the ground. I felt incredible on top of her! She took my penis with
her left hand and she introduced it into her pussy. I let my head rest on
her muscular and ample chest as she milked me for everything I had.
I erupted with a huge orgasm.

I don't remember many more details about that night. Everything was so
incredibly unbelievable!

We woke up the following morning in the same spot. I was in ecstacy as I
smelled and tasted Becky's body. Yet, I soon realized that we never got
home that evening! Our parents must've been worried to death! I sat up
immediately. Becky sat up too, startled by my quick movement in getting up.
But, I soon realized that my movement had not been quick enough. We were
not alone!

The police was all around us. My parents were standing near a police car,
Becky's parents next to them. Robert's parents were crying as they covered
what looked like a body on a stretcher. The police had found us and Robert's
body. They had pulled him out of the river.

An officer handed Becky and me some clothes to put on. We did. Then, he
placed handcuffs on us. Our parents looked so disappointed in us as we
walked past them on our way into a police car. We pulled away. Becky and
I looked at each other, scared. I tried to reassure her that everything
would be alright. She gave me a faint smile. "I hope I was worth it,"
she said, "I know you were." I smiled back, remembering the wonderful
experience of the previous night. "You sure were," I responded, "you were
my fantasy girl, and you still are." We kissed.

Stay tuned for Part 2.