Chapter 1
"Mom ought to go herself," Tiffany Johnson grumbled as she stomped off angrily toward the small convenience market a few blocks away. "This damned store is too far to walk in this heat."
Tiffany's pert tits jiggled under her skimpy halter top. The caress of the smooth cotton surface made the girl's nipples spike and harden as she quickly marched forward. The friction and sensation was causing a peculiar itch between the inexperienced teenager's sleek thighs.
"Ooooooh! That feels neat," Tiffany squealed to herself with delight. She was glad her parents still thought of her as a skinny child and hadn't even noticed her not wearing a bra.
Tiffany watched her knobby, erect nipple points cutting a bouncing, jiggling path under the pink fabric and told herself that she certainly wasn't a skinny, flat-chested child anymore! The pretty young teen shook her flowing red hair back over her nearly bare shoulders, enjoying the way it tickled her well-tanned skin.
May as well enjoy the freedom while I can, Tiffany thought to herself as she looked down at her swollen nubbies. By the end of this summer, she reasoned, Mom and Dad would have to be blind not to notice her rapidly developing curves. Then the lectures on boys and being careful and wearing "lady-like" clothes would start-Tiffany remembered all of it from when her older sister had lived at home and gone through it all before.
The blast of cold air that greeted the hurrying teenager as she pushed open the glass door was like a breath of heaven. It was early afternoon and easily over one-hundred degrees outside. Tiffany stood by the cold case and reveled in the delicious stream of frigid air.
"Real cooker outside, ain't it, Tiff?" the boy behind the convenience store counter asked the perspiring teen. He was a tall boy with a dark mustache that made him look older than his eighteen years to girls like Tiffany. His name was Sammy Hodges and he knew all of the kids in the neighborhood.
"Yeah, it's real bad out there, Sammy," Tiffany agreed. "Bet a day like this makes you glad you work inside where it's cool all the time."
"The only time this dump is cool is when a little darlin' like you walks in to brighten it up," Sammy smiled.
Tiffany blushed. Sammy flirted with all the girls in the neighborhood, and everyone knew it, but this was the first time he had ever treated Tiffany like anything but a kid. She wasn't sure if she liked the way he was grinning at her, staring unashamedly at her pointy nipples.
The door opened and Les Dudley came in. Les was Tiffany's next-door neighbor and the father of her best friend, Bonnie, Sammy straightened up and acted all business as the older man entered the store. It didn't look good, hitting on young teenagers in front of the father of one.
"Hey, Tiff! How ya doin'?" Les asked his comely little neighbor.
"Uh, real good, Les." Tiffany answered hesitantly, trying to figure out what was different about the older man today. Les was always friendly to her, but not the way he was right now. He looked drunk or something.
Les cut a very unsteady path down the aisle toward the beer and wine department. He pulled out two sixers of beer and a couple of fifths of sweet wine.
Tiffany watched her best friend's dad out of the corner of her eye as she got the three items her mother had sent her after and put them on the counter. The young teen's mind was lost in a swirl of worry and she barely nodded to Sammy as he took her money and gave her back the change. Les was drunk! Tiffany told herself anxiously. He had obviously been tipping the bottle already this afternoon and it looked as if he planned on really making a night of it tonight.
"I'm on my way home, Tiff. Want a ride?" Les asked, picking up his bag of booze.
Normally, Tiffany would have refused to ride with a man she knew to be drunk. But this time was different. The little redhead knew that Les and Bonnie's mother had a rocky marriage already, partially because of his drinking. Bonnie and her mom were away for the week and Bonnie had told Tiffany before they left that Les had promised not to touch a drop while they were away.
"Uh ... sure, Les, an air-conditioned car beats walking in this kind of heat!" Tiffany smiled at Les, maneuvering the older man out the door. "Let's go straight home, though, or my mom will worry."
"Don't worry, little girl. Old Les will get you home in a hurry. I won't stop off in the park and squeeze those fine-lookin' little nubbies of yours, even though they do look ripe for the plucking!" Les giggled like a schoolboy and staggered to the car.
Tiffany went beet red. Booze sure makes people act different, she told herself. Never before had anyone commented directly on Tiffany's deepening curves, let alone made an offhand remark about fondling them.
Something really odd happened as Tiffany thought about Les' drunken remark on the short ride home: her spongy nipples grew as firm and long as they had on her walk to the store when they had rubbed against her halter. And the unfamiliar itching sensation returned to Tiffany's tiny cuntal opening. Whenever Les looked over at her popping nipple buds, the itching grew worse and her titties seemed to pump even fuller!
Tiffany squirmed in the seat of the big station wagon, wishing the peculiar sensations would leave her. The virginal teenager was shocked to find that the crotch of her panties was wet with some kind of lubricating fluid. She hoped Les hurried so she would be saved the embarrassment of having the oily stuff seep through her tight white shorts.
In desperation, Tiffany willed herself to forget about the strange feelings raging through her body. She tried to concentrate on Les and his drinking problem. Maybe if she could help him, she reasoned, it would take her mind off herself for a while.
"Why don't you come over for dinner tonight, Les?" Tiffany invited her neighbor. "Mom and Dad would love to have you, I know."
"Nah, thanks anyway, kid, but I think I'll just hang around my house tonight, watch the tube, have a few beers," Les said. "Maybe later in the week I'll come over."
Tiffany didn't want to see Les stay home by himself and guzzle the night away. If Bonnie's mother called and found him in that state, it would probably be all over for their marriage.
"Why don't I come over for a little while and keep you company?" Tiffany found herself blurting.
Les smiled and stared right at the nubile teenager's budding nipples. Tiffany felt a rush of warmth in her petite mounds, a rush that shot through her upper chest then pounded down into her moistened pussy slit. The itch became so pronounced that it was all the confused teenager could do to keep from touching herself there right in front of her leering neighbor.
"Honey, you can come over any time!" Les chuckled in a way that reminded Tiffany of the way the older boys at school laughed when they were telling dirty jokes to each other.
"Well, I'll take this stuff in to Mom, then tell her I'm going over to Marlene's for a couple of hours," Tiffany told the smiling Les.
"Sounds great, little girl, I'll be waiting," the older man promised.
Tiffany got out of the car and hurried into her parents' house. She was mentally kicking herself for telling Les she'd be over, but she hadn't been able to think of any other way of trying to keep him sober. It wasn't a bad idea, she kept telling herself. If she could just get some coffee into him and maybe get him to eat some dinner ... it just might work out okay!
Tiffany tried not to think about the curious sensations her body had been experiencing all day. She tried to put the pulsing, pounding feeling her titties had been engulfed with when Les had eyed them out of her mind. She tried not to think about being alone with the older man in his house....
"Well, come on in, sweetie," Les said in a slurred voice when he opened the door an hour later and found Tiffany standing on the step.
"Hi, Les!" Tiffany said warily, seeing that her best friend's father was even drunker now than he had been earlier.
The petite teenager came inside and headed for the kitchen. Les staggered along in back of her, clearly wondering what she was up to.
"Here, a little coffee, some dinner, and you'll be fine," Tiffany promised Les, putting the coffee pot control on very black.
"Oh, no!" Les shook his finger at the youngster. "None of that Java for me, little girl. I'm just startin' to really fly. Don't want to land yet!"
Tiffany felt her heart sinking. Les was probably too far gone to reason with already. It hurt Tiffany deeply to see a group of people she had known since she had been five years old-Bonnie, her mom, and Les-going down the chute because one of them couldn't control his drinking.
"Listen, Les, I'll make you a deal," Tiffany said at last. "You drink some of this coffee, and I'll fix you a great dinner, okay?"
Les got a cunning look on his inebriated face. "Counter-proposal, honey! You have a blast of my wine and agree to stick around a while, and I'll drink your filthy brew. Maybe even let you fix that dinner after a while. Whaddaya say?"
Tiffany had never drunk anything stronger than soda pop before, but it looked like her only chance to sober Les up. She nodded and took the glass of cold, red liquid that the older man was offering her.
The wine tasted a little like spoiled grape juice, only sweeter. Tiffany choked down half a glass full, then made Les a cup of coffee. She watched approvingly as he nursed the hot, bitter fluid down and she refilled his cup.
"Now we're somewhere getting ... I mean, now we're getting somewhere," Tiffany said aloud, exploding into a flurry of giggles as she heard herself reversing the words.
Something very odd was happening to her head, the short redhead told herself as she gulped down the rest of the wine in her glass. The room was suddenly very warm and her knees felt as if they might melt away at any moment. She had to sit down somewhere soon or fall right on the kitchen floor.
"Here, let me help you, honey!" Les offered, seeing the way booze had affected the young girl.
Tiffany found herself leaning heavily upon Les as he put his arm around her and guided her to the couch in the living room. The teenager nodded gratefully as Les sat her down and then joined her on the overstuffed sofa.
"You see now why people drink, Tiff?" Les asked in a whisper, leaving his arm around the tiny redhead. "It makes you loose ... free ... free to do things you've always wanted to do, but never had the guts to do when you're straight."
With that, Les dropped his hand down onto Tiffany's right breast and squeezed it gently through her halter top. The upraised nubbin of her half-firm nipple gave a jerk of ecstasy as the experienced older man kneaded it adeptly before its owner could even react.
"Unnghhh!" moaned Tiffany, her head spinning in a confusing flurry of emotions. The fingers on her pulsing knob made the sensations she had enjoyed earlier in the day seem like child's play, and yet she knew she should break away from the delicious thrills! Les was old enough to be her father and, besides, she suspected that she was more than a little drunk.
"I ... ohhhhh! I feel soooo straaaange!" the frightened teen mewled, not knowing what to do next.
"Just let old Les work these little treasures a bit and he'll make 'em feel greeeeeaaaaat!" Les hissed in Tiffany's ear, moving his other hand onto the groaning girl's left tit.
The thrills pumping through Tiffany's heaving chest doubled as she experienced the joy of having both nubbies toyed with for the first time. The radiant little redhead lay back on Les' arm, too overcome with the heat his working fingers created in her throbbing titties to move. She knew that if she didn't stop him soon, something even more wrong might happen, but the heavenly massage was just too stimulating, too devastating to resist.
The young teen's fears were well founded. As soon as she closed her eyes and let the forbidden pleasures wash over her without protest, Tiffany felt Les easing the bottom of her skimpy halter upward, baring her fluttering tummy. He kept kneading her tingling knocker points as he moved the knitted material of her top higher and higher.
"Nooooo! Don't raise it any more!" Tiffany heard herself beg, her own voice sounding distant.
Les paid no attention to the teenager's bleating plea. He eased the tight-fitting cloth up over the girl's springy, pert young mounds and took her naked nubbies in his knowing hands as soon as they were exposed.
Tiffany moaned. She told herself she should be in despair, that she should be ashamed that a man as old as Les was ogling and playing with her bare titties-the first male to ever touch her in that way.
But the sighing teenager couldn't bring herself to stop Les' lewd fondling. The way he was rubbing her fully extended, throbbing-with-need nipples was so exciting that Tiffany could barely endure it. The itch between her legs was now a raging fire of deepening passion and her sparse young bush was awash in the thick, oily fluid that seemed to gush from her untouched cunt.
"Your tits are hotter'n a set of pistols, honey," Les growled in the writhing girl's ear at that moment. "They're small and perfect and just make up a mouthful. Gotta taste 'em ... suck 'em ... lick those hot little nipples of yours!"
Tiffany wanted to call out, to tell him no, to protest that she was a nice girl, and nice girls didn't go this far! But the words stuck in her throat, pushed down by the fiery spasms of joy Les' fingers were causing in her pounding tits.
Les' mouth found the mewling, cooing teenager's left tit at that moment, and she knew that she was lost. The rough snake of a tongue curled around Tiffany's pulsing knot of coral flesh and her whole titty jerked against the firmness of his sucking lips.
"AGHHHHHH! OH! OH, GOD!" Tiffany wailed with surprise. Everything Les had done up to this point had felt good, had felt great, in fact. But nothing she had ever experienced, nothing she had ever imagined in her girlish daydreams about sex had prepared her for THIS!
The tantalizing friction of Les' wriggling tongue caressing her nipple as his mouth tugged insatiably at her bursting globe sent Tiffany into orbit. The frenzied teen tried to shove more of her hot breast into the older man's lips as she jiggled her right tit frantically against his fingers. The intensity of the jerking sensations rippling through her pumping titties made Tiffany scream with desire then gurgle with joy.
"Let's get this off, okay?" Les asked from somewhere a million miles away, tugging at the halter.
Tiffany didn't answer. She couldn't make a move, fearing that the marvelous, newly-discovered sensations would ebb away. She knew somewhere, in the depths of her conscience, that the beautiful feelings were wrong for her to enjoy, but she knew just as certainly that she wanted more of them, that she could not deny herself their searing pleasure.
The halter was off in seconds and the wondrous surges of enjoyment started again almost immediately. Les was sucking at her right nipple this time, and his fingers were stroking and prodding the left. Something was happening down lower too, Tiffany was vaguely aware. Les was using his free hand to rub the itchy spot right at the top of her pussy slit through the rough fabric of her tight shorts and panties.
The itch didn't go away, Tiffany was surprised to find. The exquisite feeling grew sharper and more fierce as Les ran his hand all over her legs and up into her crotch, pressing down especially hard as he traced the outline of the little redhead's petite cunt. The burning sensation grew so strong that Tiffany knew she had to have something done to her there, but the confused teen didn't know exactly what.
Tiffany immediately discovered that Les was well aware of her "problem" and knew just how to deal with it. The aroused teenager felt the waistband of her tight-fitting shorts suddenly loosen as the top button was undone. The zipper at the side moved downward, and Tiffany suddenly felt her tight little ass being lifted off the couch and the shorts being worked clear of her thighs. Les pulled the girl's panties down with the white shorts and flicked both garments free of the now-naked teen's ankles.
"Oh, Jesus!" he gasped, taking his head from Tiffany's nipples for a moment and gazing down at the nude young girl. "Tiff, you're such a little beauty. So sweet, so innocent, so much woman for such a little girl."
Tiffany looked up at Les without fear now. She knew she ought to be afraid or ashamed or embarrassed or ... or SOMETHING! But she found that she wasn't. She liked the way he was looking at her. She liked being naked in front of him. She liked the way he was staring boldly at her exposed little flesh pie.
And she found herself wanting his lips on her titties again. She found herself NEEDING them.
Eyes glassy with passion, Tiffany held her arms out to the older man and lay back on the couch. She smiled at him.
"Suck them, Les!" she sighed in a little-girl whisper. "Please, lick my hot titties again. It feels so good when you do it to me."
Les grinned. "You fuckin' bet I will, baby doll! And you're gonna like what I suck next even better!"
With that, Les placed just the tip of his middle finger in little Tiffany's cuntal slit and stirred the hard digit around. Tiffany moaned with delight as the rough surface of the man's knuckle ground against the upper part of her pussy, where the throbbing, itchy spot was.
"Ooooooh! I bet I will like it!" Tiffany burbled excitedly, bunching her tiny slit up against the invading finger instinctively. "Dooooo it to me. Do whatever nasty things you want!"