Encounter at Denny’s 2

Chapter 2

What the hell was I going to do? How did she figure out where I lived? Where were the cop cars with the officers ready to haul me away?
Cautiously, I opened the door after she knocked a second time.
“Um, hi,” I said, brilliant conversationalist I am.
“I Googled your phone number,” she said. “Can I come in?”
Looking around once more for the police I was sure couldn’t be far behind, I stepped back from the door. When I got home, I’d changed into a pair of baggy cotton shorts and a t-shirt. The shorts did nothing to conceal the rampant organ threatening to tear its way out.
She giggled as I closed the door, not in the cruel way most teenage girls perfect by the time they enter puberty. It was more of a shy chuckle as she looked at the bulge in my shorts, her nipples hardening again and poking through the thin material of her shirt, this time without the benefit of the bra she’d been wearing at the restaurant to mediate the protrusions.
“Um,” she said, pointing at my groin. “Is that for me?”
I just stood there with my mouth open, in shock. You’re dreaming, dummy, I tried to tell myself. This kind of shit just doesn’t happen. Braless teenage girls just don’t show up at your door, seeking your cock.
“Uhhh . . .,” I stammered. “Who are you?”
“Oh, sorry,” she grinned, putting her hand out. “I’m Ashley. I’m 15, I reeeeally love sex and I really, really like older guys. You’re cute.”
I shook her hand, my mind absolutely refusing to work at anything above a base, animal level. My cock, if anything, grew harder at the touch of her cool, soft hand. I imagined that tiny appendage wrapped around my cock as it spewed a load of hot cream across her young, upturned face.
“Hi,” I said.
“Cool apartment,” Ashley said. “Where’s your bedroom?”
I just stared at her.
“Huh?” I said.
“You’re bedroom, silly,” she said, her lips splitting in an even bigger grin that again revealed the braces on her teeth with tiny, blue rubber bands on them. “You know, the room you fuck in.”
“Excuse me,” I said.
I opened the door again, taking a quick look outside. I closed and locked it before looking her in the face again.
“What were you looking for?” she asked.
“The cameras, the cops or the ambulance,” I said.
“What?” she asked.
“The cameras and cops that mean I’m busted, or the ambulance that tells me I’ve died and gone to heaven,” I said.
She giggled again. It made her look even more like the little girl she was.
“You’re cute,” she said, reaching out and grasping my cock through my shorts.
She dropped to her knees right there in front of my door, her eyes never leaving mine as she kneaded the hard rod of flesh in her hand. Her other hand came up, grasped the waistband of my shorts and tugged them down around my ankles. My 8-inch, rock-hard, thick cock sprang free, directly in front of her face and pointed at her now-open mouth.
“Oh, my God!” she gasped.