It was clear that I was changing. Well, no, not changing; Iwas expanding. I had always known there was something inside me that I hadn’t explored, and now that I had started, I was finding out there was more to it than I had once thought.

After following Levi’s instructions to get myself off on the very public beach in my lifeguard chair – while on duty and while he watched – I felt a warm blossom in me that carried me all the way to the end of my shift. When I came across my boss Noah on my way back to the staff change room, I felt it swell even more.

At the start of my shift, while helping me apply my sunblock, Noah’s touch had become quite intimate. It had both excited and unnerved me. I was an inexperienced seventeen-year-old girl who had allowed my handsome, thirty-five-year-old boss to come exceedingly close to touching my hot, wet sex. I wasn’t sure what I should feel about that.

I had been nervous about seeing him again, especially so soon, but instead of feeling embarrassed, I felt even more confident. This man wanted his hands on me; possibly even more. Maybe I wouldn’t let him get his more – and maybe he wouldn’t go there either – but I was definitely up for playing with this new tension between us. Was it really new, though, or had I only just discovered it?

“Nora,” my boss said in pleasant surprise.

He looked me over carefully. Noah’s eyes were the color of the sea, shining out of a tanned face as dark as damp sand . He definitely looked like he belonged at this beach.

“You’re glowing,” he said, sounding vaguely concerned. He put a hand to my forehead; it felt cool against my hot skin. “ And all flushed . Did you get too much sun?” He then touched the back of his hand to my cheek. “I told you not to forget your face,” he added intimately. His eyes seemed to darken, his voice just a little too passionate to be talking about sunblock. It seemed he was recalling our morning encounter as well.

But I knew it wasn’t the sun making me glow. The hot flush of my face after my beach orgasm hadn’t gone away all day. I had reapplied sunblock multiple times, afraid the sun was getting to me. I had also refilled my bottle several times to keep hydrated. These were all things that usually kept my temperature down in my battle against the sun. No, this wasn’t the sun’s doing.

“I’m alright, Noah,” I said, putting my hand to the one on my cheek. After a moment I removed it, squeezing it reassuringly. I didn’t let go. “I’d never forget my face.”

“Who could forget a face like yours?” he said, his smile creasing lines in his own sunned face.

I giggled shyly and squeezed his hand again. “You’re sweet,” I said.

I heard footsteps coming down the hall and, pouting a little at Noah, reluctantly dropped his hand.

“Did you have a good day, Sasha?” he asked as my blond co-worker passed by.

“It was alright,” she said, flashing a polite smile and continuing on her way through the change room door next to us.

“How about you, Nora?” Noah asked, returning his sparkling eyes to me. “Did you enjoy your day?”

“Oh, it was great,” I said, smiling widely. “I wish every day could be so exciting.”

Noah, oblivious to the fact that he hadn’t been the only rousing and eventful part of my day, was pleased as Punch to hear this. Was it so easy to inflate a man’s ego? Let him believe he was solely responsible for your contentment?

“Every day should be exciting, my dear,” he said. “If yours is ever lacking, you can come to me to fix it.”

“Oh my, you are so sweet,” I said as if overwhelmed by this benevolent offer. I patted his chest gently and gave him a smile. “I’ll remember that.”

As I turned to go, something hit me; that was flirting! I had been so ignorant about when I had unwittingly unleashed my charms on men, and even less certain of how to do so intentionally. Now though, I was beginning to understand. All I had to do was feed the ego, do a little light touching, and smile as if we shared a secret.

“Hold on, Nora,” Noah called to me.

I turned around in the doorway of the change room to look at him, leaning against the heavy door as if it required my full body weight to keep it open. As a slight, five-footer, it pretty much did.

With my new sense of imagining vantage points, I knew he could see every accentuated curve of my body as I bent it for this purpose. My naked legs were parted slightly, one crooked, a wide space existed between my arched back and the door, both my plump ass and a single shrugged shoulder leaning against it. I rested my head as well, looking at him questioningly.

Noah’s eyes traveled over my body for a moment, and I had to recall him back to his purpose.

“Yes…?” I purred teasingly, giving him a playfully scornful look.

His eyes flicked back up to mine and he smiled. “Could you check the pH of the water before you go?”

“I’m in a bit of a hurry,” I told him with an apologetic smile. “But I’ll do it on my shift tonight, I promise.”

Noah was shocked. As his most responsible employee, I had always jumped on a task right away when given a direction.

“You don’t seem to be hurrying,” he noted, giving me a sly look.

“I didn’t want to rush our conversation,” I said, widening my eyes as if this was unspeakable. “That would just be rude! Besides…” I dropped my eyes as if to hide my smile. “I always have time for you.”

I stole a glance back up at him. He was soaking this right up. “That’s very professional of you Nora,” he said, grinning like the Cheshire cat. “I won’t keep you any longer. Tonight, then.”

“Oh, thanks Noah!” I said, bouncing to my full height. “I’ll see you tonight.”

Without another glance at him, I swung into the change room. Sasha was still there, freshly changed, and sitting on the bench. Although she was a year below me in school, she was much taller, with enviably fuller breasts.

She was watching me with a peculiar look on her face.

“What?” I asked innocently, with a little frown.

“Oh, nothing,” she said, looking hurriedly away from me.

“No, tell me!” I said, sitting beside her. I took her hand and squeezed it, smiling impishly at her. “Pleeease?”

She looked a little startled. We were pretty good friends, as far as coworkers went, but I had never really been so playful with her. But my good mood seemed to be infectious, because she smiled, however uncertainly.

“Well… it’s just that you should be careful with Noah,” she said, trying to convey her meaning through her eyes.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“It’s not just Noah,” she said, “but you kind of… put out this vibe sometimes.”

“What?” I said, not entirely surprised by this. My best friend Lauren had told me this once before.

“Oh, you don’t do it on purpose, I know,” she said, blushing a little and looking away. She pulled her hand out of mine to brush her hair off her face. “And I guess it’s pretty harmless.” Sasha looked back at me, her brown eyes searching. “But Noah’s our boss. Just… try not to give him the wrong impression.”

“Thank you, Sasha,” I said seriously, grasping her arm. I knew it was hard to give constructive criticism to people, and I didn’t want her to think I was offended. “I appreciate it. I’ll be more careful.”

And I would – more careful to duplicate what I had just done, just more subtly. Maybe I hadn’t ever done it on purpose, but it was too much fun to hold back now that I was aware of it.

Sasha looked down at my hand on her arm and blushed again. “Alright,” she said. “I’ll see you later.”

She stood up and then, as if thinking it over for a moment, stooped to give me a hug. I could feel her warm, braless breast through her shirt as it pressed against my shoulder. Before I had time to put my own arms around her, she straightened and left the room, her bottom jiggling from her hurried footsteps.

Well, it appeared as though Sasha and I were officially real friends.

Remembering the limited time I had, I jumped to my feet and stripped off my clothes in order to get to my suit. It felt much too restricting at the moment, so I pulled it off and replaced my outer clothes once more, leaving my breasts bare beneath my shirt just as Sasha’s had been. I wondered if she had gone without panties as well.

On the walk home, I thought maybe removing my bathing suit had been a mistake. I was moving quickly, eager to get home and shower before going to Levi’s. My body betrayed me in my excitement, however. My meaty ass was swaying freely and my firm tits were bouncing from my heavy footfalls without the restraint of undergarments. Not to be outdone, my nipples were noticeably hard against my top, and my pussy juices were free to leak down my legs in my roomy shorts.

But all of this just made me move faster. I barely spared a glance at my parents as I ran into the house and up to my bathroom in my loft to wash. As much as I would have loved to shower outside for Levi to see, just as I had this morning, I had no soap or grooming products down there.

Instead, I did my best to hurry through my routine, washing and conditioning my hair, lathering my body with soap, and carefully shaving everything needing shaving.

When I left the shower, every inch of my body was soft as satin thanks to my superb attention to detail, while the long, black hair on my head was lush and silky.

I toweled dry, tamed my wet hair with the brush that doubled as my fuck stick, and blew it dry. Finally, I rubbed lotion all over my body and I sprayed myself with the fragrance Lauren had made me. Nora’s Garden, she called it – a mix of lavender, vanilla, orange, and pineapple. Lauren had managed to blend my favorite scents in perfect proportions.

I envied the passion Lauren had for her future career. She knew what she was doing with her life, but maybe I would soon too.

Once the lotion had soaked into my skin, I began to dress for my visit to Levi’s. Besides my underwear and kneesocks – the latter of which Levi had specifically requested – I wasn’t sure what to wear. I decided I would start with what I knew, and work forward from there.

First, I picked out a pair of my favorite kneesocks. They were striped blue and white with little red anchors at the top. Then I picked out a navy bra and a red pair of cheeky panties embroidered with a tiny white anchor on the front.

Next, I picked out a pair of red flats with little bows on them. And staying in the color scheme, I found myself pulling on a blue tiered skirt and a white tank. I realized, looking in the mirror, that my dark bra was visible through my top, but I didn’t care. In fact, I thought it looked pretty hot.

I hoped Levi wouldn’t think I was trying too hard, but I was having so much fun dressing up that I started not to care. Hell, if he didn’t appreciate it, I could always go back to work to have a chat with Noah.

No. I reminded myself that he was my boss, that I needed to maintain firm control over that situation. Showing up in front of Noah looking like a sailor girl would definitely cause one of us to lose it.

I knew this was a possibility with Levi as well, but that was different. He had told me he didn’t want to push me, that he wanted me to discover myself on my own terms. If I were to lose control in the next two hours, it would be because I chose to.

When I was ready, looking at my cute and flirty figure in my mirror, I contemplated how I would get into Levi’s. I decided knocking on his front door was best, definitely less intimate than climbing through his window. Not, I reminded myself, that I could jump the five-foot gap onto his roof as he could. But should I leave my house by my front door, and face my parent’s inevitable questions? Well, there was no other way other than scaling my own house, and even if Levi could do it, I sure as hell could not.

So I came up with an answer for the question I knew I would be asked.

“Hey, baby doll,” Daddy said as I came down the stairs. “Going so soon?”

“You look cute, hon,” Mom said. “Where are you going?”

I smoothed my waist-length hair over my breasts, making sure it covered my otherwise visible bra. “I’m meeting up with Lauren,” I lied sweetly. “But I thought I would stop by the neighbors’ place to invite them over sometime.” At least that much was true.

“Oh, how sweet, Nora,” Mom said. “Hold on.” She disappeared into the kitchen and re-emerged with a plate of brownies. “I meant to bring these over myself, but I’ve been so busy today.”

I took them from her. “No problem, Mom,” I said. “Should I invite them for next weekend?”

“Yes, yes,” Mom said. “That’ll be fine.”

“Make sure to eat with Lauren if you’re not coming home,” Daddy said. “I don’t want you to go to work on an empty stomach.”

“Sure, Daddy. See you at nine then.” I gave them both a kiss on the cheek and left, feeling relieved that I had passed inspection.

But the feeling didn’t last long. The closer I got to Levi’s, the harder my heart pounded. Sure, I may have openly masturbated in front of him several times now, but this was different. We would be truly alone on unfamiliar ground for the first time.

I finally rang the doorbell, struggling to breathe evenly. When Levi answered, it did nothing to calm me. His casually sexy appearance seemed to knock the wind out of me.

“Hi,” I squeaked.

Levi pushed the dark fringe back from his green eyes, the better to look me over.

“Aren’t you adorable, Kneesock Norrra,” he said, his lips twisting on the last couple words. The butterflies in my stomach went wild hearing him role the “r” in my name in his familiar way. “Come on in.”

He stepped aside, and I followed.

The house looked like a more modern version of ours without losing the beachy charm. But I had barely been able to take it all in, so nervous was I.

“I don’t know what smells better, you or those brownies,” Levi said, looking at the plate in my hand. “Are those all for me?”

I shrugged stiffly, supressing the shudder of arousal at his words. “I guess so. My Mom made them for all of you, but if your parents won’t be here for another few months, the brownies won’t keep that long.”

Levi’s soft laugh helped me feel a bit calmer.

“We can share them, then,” he said. “Have you eaten? I was going to order a pizza.”

I gave Levi the number of the pizza place since he didn’t know it yet. While he waited for an answer, he asked his favorite ironic question, “Do you know what you want?”

I may not have known what I wanted from life, but pizza was easy enough. “Vegetarian please,” I said. Levi’s speculative look had me shrugging. “It’s just a healthier choice.”

He nodded, smiling at me. When he placed an order for a large veggie pizza, I placed a hand on his arm to get his attention. He gave me another questioning look.

“You don’t need to get the same thing as me,” I whispered.

Levi covered the receiver and laughed softly. “I don’t,” he said, “but I wouldn’t enjoy waving a greasy, meaty pizza in front of you if you made the decision not to eat it.”

This was a strange notion to me, but I shrugged. After all, he could eat whatever he wanted to.

“Let me pay for this one,” I said as he hung up the phone. He had already bought me lunch today, and I wasn’t used to people spending money on me.

“Not a chance,” Levi said. “It’ll be here in thirty minutes.” He scrunched up his nose in distaste. “Honestly, I don’t understand how it could take so long in such a small neighborhood.”

“This isn’t New York City,” I said with a laugh. “We don’t have pizza at every corner.”

“I guess I’ve been a spoiled boy, then,” he said with a little smile. He pocketed the phone and offered me his hand. “Do you want a tour?”

I took Levi’s hand and followed him up the first flight of stairs. The house was pretty much empty, but that was to be expected.

“The delivery truck is supposed to come sometime between Wednesday and Friday,” he explained. “Until then…” he waved a hand at the empty surroundings of the large bedroom.

“Where do you sleep, then?” I blurted out, then bit my lip. I felt those nerves coming back to me.

Levi’s answer was easy enough. “Up here,” he said, tugging on my hand to climb the next set of stairs.

Like many beach houses around here, and much like mine, his place was built tall, and the main floor was built a story above ground in case of floods. We were now moving from the third floor to the fourth, which had two bedrooms and one bathroom. It was the same elevation as my bedroom loft next door.

“This is mine,” Levi said. “A least it is for now.”

He pushed back one of the doors, and I walked in. The first thing I noticed was that his window faced one of mine. I walked up to it and, with further inspection, realized it was my bathroom. I could clearly see into the shower in the reflection of my large mirror.

I gasped a little, knowing that I had just taken a shower in there. I looked back at Levi who had come up close behind me, and he smiled guiltily.

“I tried,” he said. “But the window was too foggy.”

I smiled wanly. “It wasn’t that exciting, anyways,” I said.

“Everything about you is exciting, Norrra,” Levi purred.

I was very aware of his presence, and it was making my head spin. I leaned back on the windowsill, trying to catch my breath.

“Relax,” Levi said, taking a step back from me. “Remember what we talked about?”

I nodded. “I know,” I said. “But you just make me all… flustered.”

Levi let out a breath that sounded like a growl. “You don’t know how pleased I am to hear that, darling.” His green eyes were intense, but he turned his back on me. “I’ve got something for you, if you want it.”

I noticed a duffle bag lying next to a length of foam on the ground topped with a sleeping bag. Levi crouched next to the duffle, sifted through it, and came out with a small, tin box.

Without realizing it, I had wandered over to him, and he held the box up to me. I opened it, and found a small pile of joints. The sight took me by surprise. I’d never been so close to weed in my life, but the scent was unmistakable.

I looked down at Levi, and he was smiling. “Just a suggestion,” he said. “I thought it might help.”

I definitely wanted to try it, but the idea of inhaling smoke made me cringe. “I’m curious,” I admitted. “But the smoke…” I trailed off and shrugged.

“Oh, of course,” Levi said, frowning to himself. He dove back into the bag, muttering about his stupidity. When he emerged, he was holding a strange-looking pipe. “This is less harsh,” he said. “More like steam than smoke.”

I smiled, both nervous and excited. “Okay,” I said.

Levi stood up and took my hand. “I’ll show you my favorite place to light up.”

He brought me up the last flight of stairs, and I knew before reaching the top, that we were entering the attic. This was the place he liked to hang out while watching me touch myself on my roof, or in this morning’s case, under the outdoor shower.

It was a small, nearly empty room with a stooping ceiling, glowing faintly orange from the afternoon light slanting through the windows. There were a few crates near the window closest to my house, one of which held a large notepad. I recognized it as the one Levi had written my messages on while I had pleasured myself in front of him.

Levi brought me to the window and opened it. “There’s your deck,” he said, pointing across the way. He had a view of every inch of it from here.

He leaned out the window, then beckoning to me, I did too.

“Down there.” He was pointing at my outdoor shower, the one I had used to wash off this morning for the sake of putting on a show for him.

“You can see my window from here too,” I said, pointing. But from the angle, all that could be seen was the top of my dresser.

“I’m very glad you like to keep all your blinds open, Norrra,” he said. His arm had come around me, making my skin tingle.

I looked sideways at him, my large blue eyes so close to his green ones. He was watching me very carefully.

“How do you feel?” he asked softly.

I couldn’t find my voice, so I did the best thing I could. I took his hand and placed it over my heart. Feel that, I thought. My war-drum heartbeat that threatened to punch its way right through my chest.

“Norrra,” he breathed, his eyes darting between mine. “If all you want to do is eat pizza and smoke pot, I’m all for it.”

The sincerity in his voice caused me to snap. I grabbed his face and pulled it to mine. Our lips met in a blaze of warmth, and I parted mine to accept his tongue inside of me. That magical tongue. I’d been fantasizing about it ever since he had expertly licked my fingers clean after I had come all over them earlier today.

It didn’t let me down, stroking my lips, probing my tongue, inviting me back inside his mouth. I had never kissed anyone so sensually, and yet it felt so natural having him guiding me, his hand on my back holding me close to him. I sucked on his lips, traced them with my tongue, just as he was doing to me. It was slow, and sexy, and managed to calm me down while exciting me all at once.

I pulled away slowly, my eyes still closed, then let out a soft sigh. When I opened them, Levi was watching me with a smile.

“That’s better,” I whispered, smiling back. “Now how about that pot?”

Levi laughed, then planted a lingering kiss at the corner of my mouth.

He showed me how to use the pipe, warning me not to do too much on my first time, especially before work. We passed it back and forth, chatting happily as we did.

Soon I could feel a wave of giggles coming on.

“Why were you really up so early this morning?” I asked suddenly.

“My internal clock hasn’t switched over from college-mode yet,” he said.

For some reason, I found this hilarious and I began to crack up.

“Aaalright,” he said. “That’s enough for your first time.”

Levi put the lighter back in his pocket and placed the pipe on the windowsill just as the doorbell rang.

I looked at Levi in excitement. “Pizza!” I cried.

He patted me gently on the ass, flashing me a crooked smile. “I’ll be back,” he said.

Once Levi had gone downstairs, I began to scan the room. My eyes fell back on the book sitting on the crate. I took it up and began to flip through it.

First I saw the messages Levi had showed me, written in large, all-caps letters. “YOU STARTED WITHOUT ME?” was the first, when I had indeed started to pleasure myself in his absence. The next “YOU LOOK BEAUTIFUL, NORA,” I had seen after spreading my knee-high-clad legs for him, propping them up on the arms of my Adirondack chair. The last “LET ME SEE YOU COME, KNEESOCK NORA,” was rather self-explanatory.

But that wasn’t all that was in there. There were two sketches. The first, of a girl naked from the waist down, crouching at a door, her ear pressed to a keyhole. That made me smile. I had been listening at the door on my roof for my Mom’s movement in my loft the morning that I had met Levi. I guess he had seen that too.

The second was also clearly me; tan lines and all. She was standing with her back to the observer, her large, naked ass round and luscious, the arch of her back curved dramatically, her long, wet hair draped over one shoulder, and just a peak of a breast from under an arm. Suspended around her was a cloud of tiny drops of water.

“Jesus,” I whispered. “Is that really me?”

I knew the pose was mine, as was the body. I looked in the mirror every day; I recognized my body parts. But it was just so damn hot, and I had never seen myself like that. How could my tiny body look so sexy?

My finger traced the curve of the girl’s back, around her circular rear, and down her leg. I looked up at Levi who had appeared beside me.

“Yeah,” he said, smiling a little shyly at me for the first time. It gave his lean, chiseled face a boyish look that was rather cute. “Do you like it?”

“I don’t look like this,” I breathed, jabbing my finger at the image.

Levi shrugged a little uncomfortably. “Well, no. I mean, I couldn’t quite get it right.” He was looking down at his sketch, frowning. “When I watch you, you look so innocent and sensual at the same time. It’s hard to get down on paper.”

I shook my head. “I’m not sensual,” I said. “I’m a small girl trying to play the games of a woman.”

Levi laughed, but it wasn’t soft as usual; it was harsh. “Good God, Norrra!” he said. “If you could only see-” He stopped his sentence abruptly, his eyes lighting up with what seemed to be an idea.

“What?” I asked. But the scent of melted cheese distracted me. My eyes flicked down to the box in his hand, and my tummy grumbled.

Levi took the book from my hand and dropped it onto the ground. He then opened the box, and the warm scent of fresh pizza wafted up to meet me.

“Eat,” he said.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I grabbed a large piece, trying to get all the cheese that stretched between it and the pie by rapping my finger in it. On and on it stretched without breaking. I began to giggle, and I looked up at Levi. He was smiling too.

“You are so adorable,” he laughed. “Here.” He grabbed the cheese between his fingers and ripped it apart for me. Then he reached into the paper bag at his feet and handed me a can of soda.

“Thank you,” I giggled.

My mouth began to water, and without further ado, I sunk my teeth into my pizza. It was so incredibly satisfying, and I sighed as I slumped down onto one of the crates. Levi sat across from me, also savouring his slice, sipping on his root beer.

Halfway through my second piece, I began to remember what Levi had been saying before the pizza had distracted me.

“What do you want me to see?” I asked softly.

“Hmm?” Levi said, looking up at me. Then he seemed to remember too, nodding his head in understanding. “I want you to see yourself, Norrra,” he said. “Are you up for it?”

“I don’t follow,” I said. I was munching at my crust now, feeling just a little full.

Levi dragged his crate closer to me. He took my hands and, just as he had done earlier today, licked my fingers clean. I practically melted under his warm, wet tongue.

Once he thought they were satisfactorily clean, he pulled them out and smiled. “I want to watch you come, Norrra,” he said. “Right here in my attic. But I want you to watch yourself as well.”

My eyes flicked towards the large, battered mirror leaning against the far wall, then back to him.

Levi stood and pulled me gently to my feet. He picked up a crate in one hand and tugged me with the other over to the mirror I had spotted. He positioned the crate in front of the mirror then, sitting near the back edge, he dragged me down to sit between his legs facing forward. He pulled me into his arms, his chest warm against my back.

“Are you up for it, darling?” he asked again, looking at me in the reflection.

I moved his hands off of me and stood up to face him. With a little smile, I began to pull my shirt up.

“No,” Levi said, jumping to his feet in front of me. He spun me around to face the mirror. I could still see my full body in the reflection, Levi hovering behind me. “Now start, darling.”

Trembling just a little, I pulled my top off and dropped it. I brought my hands up to the cups of my bra, pushing my breasts together. The movement calmed me a bit. This was me. I had done this before. I reached for my skirt, and with a little shimmy, pulled it over my hips and ass, then let it drop to the floor.

Levi pulled my hair back from my shoulders so we could both look at my body better. Small frame, tight stomach, round perky breasts, and tiny waist. Seeing myself in my blue bra, red panties, and blue-and-white-striped kneesocks with a man head and shoulders above my height standing behind me was getting me hot and bothered. I reached for the clasp of my bra, popped it open, then shrugged the straps off my shoulders until it lay at my feet.

“Stand up tall, Kneesock Norrra,” Levi whispered in my ear, making eyes at me through the mirror. “You’re beautiful.”

I pulled myself a little straighter, thrusting my breasts out and watching as my nipples hardened at his words. Then I tucked my thumbs in the waistband of my panties, and watched myself as I pulled them slowly over my hips. I let them drop to the ground, forgotten as I admired the naked mound between my legs.

“Look at these lines, Norrra,” Levi said, reaching around me and tracing – without touching – the creases my sex made with my legs; the same lines as my tan. “Look at those perfect curves.”

His fingers came up to my hips, and followed the lines bellow my abs that nearly came to a point above my mound. Once at the center of my body, his fingers traveled upwards as if painting the vertical line of my abs.

“You’re an artist’s dream,” he whispered. Now at my sternum, his make-believe paintbrushes swooped beneath the curve of my breasts, then up and across my prominent collar bones. “You’re any man’s dream.”

I took his hand and brought them down to my skin, then slowly, we sunk down together, straddling the crate, the hard edges biting into my naked ass.

He pushed me forward to the edge of our makeshift stool with his thighs. Levi’s hands came down my body, my sides, my hips, causing me to ripple with pleasure. His palms fell between my thighs and he forced my legs further apart.

“Show me what you’ve got, darling,” he growled next to my ear, his chin nestled in the hollow of my shoulder. My whole body quivered with excitement, my fingers wandering down to see for myself.

The lips of my pussy had become very swollen. They were splitting apart to reveal a slick, wet playground inside. I parted them even further to get a better look. My clit was peeking out from her hood curiously, but hadn’t come out yet.

“Our little friend is shy,” Levi said, his eyes on the same spot. “Why don’t you invite her out to play?”

I brought my finger to my little nub, and she sprung out to greet me. I heard Levi sigh simultaneously with me. He wrapped his legs around the back of mine, spreading them further apart and freeing up his hands to pull my hips in closer to him. He nestled in close to my voluptuous ass, and I could feel his hardened cock pressing against the small of my back.

Saying this gave me motivation was an understatement. I could hardly breathe I was so excited by his touch.

“Will you do it for me?” I asked, catching Levi’s eye in the mirror.

The ferocious look on his face told me he wanted to. God, did he want to! But he wouldn’t, not yet.

“No,” he said. “You need to see yourself.”

Without another word, I brought my finger back down on my clit, causing my hips to jerk violently as I gasped. Levi pulled me back, wrapping his arms tightly around my middle.

“Go on, I’ve got you,” he said. I was watching his face and he shook his head. “Don’t look at me, watch yourself.”

I dropped my eyes to between my legs, watching in fascination as the nectar of my sex dripped onto the plastic crate. With another deep breath, I brushed my clit, this time a little more in control thanks to mental preparation and Levi’s strong arms around me. I began to coddle my little nub as she hummed with excitement, rewarding her for being able to provide me with so much pleasure.

My pussy was becoming jealous, weeping to be loved as well. I brought my other hand to her, feeding her two of my fingers. Closing tightly around me, my cunt began to sing in harmony with my clit.

I watched as my breasts heaved, my erect nipples begging to be pinched. But I only had so many hands, and I couldn’t have them all over me. I thought of asking for Levi’s help, but knew what the answer would be. Instead, I forged on, watching as my golden skin began to darken, my milky flesh within my tan lines blooming bright red.

Watching myself become aroused was extremely erotic, and it forced me into a circle of increasing pleasure. The hotter I got, the faster I moved my fingers, looking to push myself even further.

Look at how far apart my legs are, I thought. Look how they can stretch! Watch the tremble of my thighs, the tightening of my stomach. See how my hips buck desperately towards my fingers.

Finally, I looked at my red face. My eyebrows were drawn together, my lips parted sensuously. My pupils were amazingly dilated, my eyes were widened, pleading. Let me come, I begged myself. I need it, I need you.

My climax hit me like a wrecking ball. I began to double over, but Levi held me up. It crashed down deliciously hard, making my whole body contract. I was shuddering against him, waves of pleasure skittering all over my body, causing my toes to curl and my hair to stand on end. The lingering tingles all over my skin were incredibly sensitive to Levi’s touch.

He was whispering in my ear, cooing and gentling. That’s when I realized I was sobbing gently. But it wasn’t anything like sorrow that I felt; it was something beautifully overwhelming.

I rested my head back on Levi’s shoulder, and he stroked my hair gently.

“That’s it, darling,” he breathed. “That’s my Kneesock Norrra. Beautiful, erotic, wholesome.” He pushed my head up gently to look at him in the mirror. “Did you see it, Norrra? Did you feel it? That purity? That sensuality?”

I nodded, finally understanding what he meant.

“Good girl,” Levi sighed. He released his restricting hold on me and brought his hands up to my breasts, kneading them slowly. “You are spectacular.”
“Levi,” I rasped, my nerves igniting under his hands. “I can’t go again, but…” I turned my head to look at him directly. I knew my eyes were pleading with him just as they had with me. “Your tongue…”

Levi brought his lips to mine in a brief, but passionate root-beer-flavored kiss. “Say no more, darling,” he said.

He scooped me up from behind, my legs draped over his arms, one of his broad shoulders pressing between my slight ones. He laid me gently on the ground, then crawling between my knees, pushed my legs apart slowly. I rested my head back, closed my eyes, and waited.

Then I felt his thick, muscular tongue against my dripping fountain, making me release a slow breath. He licked all around it first, then trailed the flat of his tongue all the way up my crevice. I bucked and cried out in disapproval as he made contact with my oversensitive clit.

“Sorry, darling,” he laughed softly. But the burn faded quickly, and that sharp, silver tongue of his buried itself in my pussy, twisting and probing. He was lapping at my juices, sucking and slurping, and it made me sigh happily.

His tongue curled upwards and pulled out, and I felt a surprising wave of arousal take over me.

“How was that, Norrra?” he asked. “Was that too much?”

“No,” I breathed.

Satisfied with this answer, Levi’s tongue darted back inside me, beckoning against the front wall of my cunt. Ahhh yes, I knew what he was doing. His gentle, soft touch was stimulating my G-spot which apparently hadn’t taken as severe a thrashing as my clit.

I began to coo with pleasure. This was a sleepy, erotic feeling washing over me, perforated occasionally by a sharp, severe prick of arousal that made my back spasm when I thought of what Levi’s tongue was doing inside me.

Cupping my globes in his large hands, he massaged them gently. He was humming against my hole, playing me like a trumpet, sending lovely vibrations through me. I suddenly laughed picturing this; Levi attempting to play a trumpet, trying to fit his tongue in the narrow mouthpiece.

“What’s so funny?” he asked in a muffled voice.

I grunted my refusal to speak.

“Well, if you say so…” Levi buried his face deeper between my thighs, his hands gripping my ass tighter, his tongue licking more furiously.

“Oh, no!” I gasped. It was too fast, it was too much. I couldn’t handle this.

I shuddered against his face. My pussy gripped his tongue, trying to push it out, or pull it deeper – I wasn’t sure which. Regardless, it stayed buried deep inside of me, wiggling derisively through my violent tremors.

My body was still shaking when Levi picked me up in his arms. I hadn’t even realized he had left my pussy until he started kissing me. I could taste myself on his lips, and oddly, the familiar flavor calmed my body.

“You told me you couldn’t come twice like that,” Levi murmured teasingly against my lips.

I mewed in response, a completely foreign sound to me. It was true, I had never been able to climax a second time right after the first like that. I had admitted as much to Levi on our second meeting. His answer had been, “We’re going to have to work on that.”

Levi chuckled. “I told you we would work on it,” he said, remembering his response as well. He sunk down to the ground, gathering me in his lap. “How many orgasms is that today, Norrra?” he asked.

“Four,” I said weakly.

“One more, darling,” Levi said, stroking my face. “Give me one more by the end of the day, will you?”

I gave an exhausted laugh. “I’ll try.”

“Ahh, beautiful Norrra.” He kissed my forehead. “Your pleasure has become my newest concern.”

“Oh?” I sat up a little straighter on his lap and looked him in the eye.

Levi smiled and nodded. “You’re my newest project, Kneesock Norrra,” he said. “By this time next year, you will be happy, self-aware, and ready to take on whatever college you choose.”

“Why do you care?” I asked. The thought actually baffled me. What reason did this man four years my senior have for being so good to me?

“You mean besides how much fun you’ve been so far?” Levi asked with a crooked smile. “I can tell you are a strong and capable girl looking to kick ass in this world, but you don’t know where to begin. Someone as driven as yourself shouldn’t be stuck in a job – or a life – they’re not passionate about.”

I smiled and wiggled my way towards a hug. In my eagerness, I had rubbed against the bulge in his pants, making it rock hard.

“Jesus, Norrra,” Levi hissed. “Don’t make me make you late.”

I wanted to see it, to touch it. I wanted to take care of him as he was taking care of me. But I was dead-certain our time had run out.

“I’m sorry,” I said, biting my lip. I got carefully to my feet, avoiding his crotch and wary of my trembling legs. Before Levi could protest, I was at my pile of clothes, pulling my phone out to check the time.

I had exactly seven minutes to check in for desk-duty at the beach.

“Shit!”

I began to dress hurriedly, but couldn’t keep my feet. I fell on my ass, trying to tug my panties back up. Levi came to my side and helped me dress for work.

“Can you make it there okay?” Levi asked.

“I’ll have to,” I grunted, tugging my shirt over my head as Levi eased my skirt up my legs.

“I’ll walk you,” he offered.

“You can’t,” I said. “Someone will see us together.”

“Why does that matter?” Levi laughed. “Come on, Norrra, you can barely walk!”

I didn’t answer as I slipped my shoes on, and Levi sighed.

“You can’t stop me from walking behind you.”

“Then do that,” I said.

I gave myself one last look in the mirror and groaned. If I had ever been reluctant to see Noah in this outfit, it was even worse now. With my hair tousled and my clothing askew, I definitely looked like I was up to no good.

“Noah’s going to enjoy this,” I sighed, grimacing at Levi.

“Not as much as I did,” he growled.

The sound of Levi’s voice sent a shiver of pleasure through me. I dropped to my knees in front of him, putting my hands on his thighs and looking up at him. I couldn’t help myself.

“What are you doing?” he gasped, trying to pull away.

I held him close, wrapping my tiny hands behind his strong thighs. Then slowly and deliberately, I kissed the bulge in his jeans.

“I want this,” I said looking back up at him. “Soon.”

“Jesus,” Levi growled again, pulling me to my feet and shoving me towards the stairs. “Get out of here before I kidnap you.”

“You’re not coming?” I asked, turning to look at him from the bottom of the stairs.

“No,” Levi said, narrowing his eyes and massaging his crotch. “I have a problem to take care of.”