Ginger goes for broke: part one

As Ginger Collins prepared to knock on thirty year old Ryan Rynolds door, she went over every thing one last time. After four years of wishing, fantasizing, and hoping this day would come, now that she stood on the threshold, both literally, and figuratively, she couldn’t help being a little nervous.
If her plan went well, within the hour she’d have his hard cock up inside her little teen-aged pussy. If it went badly, she had several escape plans, but she prayed it wouldn’t come to anything as drastic as all that.
Regardless, she was taking a big risk. If her mother ever even suspected what she was up to, there’d be hell to pay.
She checked her clothes one last time, then applied a little more gloss to her thick sensuous lips, before taking a deep breath, and knocking on the door. She was almost beside herself with excitement as she stood at the doorway. Finally, Ryan opened the door.

“High Mr. Rynolds.” Ginger said brightly, a big friendly smile on her face. “I’m here to get the key.”

The look on his face told her that the outfit she had picked out was having the desired effect. She had on black heels, and white, thigh high stockings. Her red Plaid skirt was so small that one could clearly see her lacy white garter belts. Her white, short sleeve shirt was unbuttoned, and tied just under her now ample seventeen year old breasts, exposing her flat little tummy. Her shoulder length red hair was in pig tails, and she wasn’t wearing a bra. Although Ryan didn’t know it yet, she wasn’t wearing panties either, but if Ginger had her way, he’d find out soon enough.

Ryan finally recovered enough of his composure to say, “Right, yeah, let me get it for you.” turning around, and walking away from the door.

Ginger couldn’t help smiling at how red his face had gotten at the sight of her, as she smoothly slid in the door, quietly closing, and locking it behind her.
“Can I come in?” she called out innocently.

“Yeah, sure.” he called back from his bedroom, were he was retrieving the key.

She laid her back pack by the door, which contained not only her books, but the clothes she’d worn to school that day. There was no way she’d have worn this outfit. This was her fantasy gear. She had been masturbating to the thought of fucking Ryan since she’d first met him when she was thirteen, and she had put this little combo together with that in mind. Sometimes she would even wear it while thinking about him, and touching herself. She skipped over to the couch, almost giddy with excitement at the prospect of finally living out her fantasy. It was taking Ryan a minute to find the key.

Although Ginger’s mother had said that she was “leaving the key with Mr. Rynolds,” that wasn’t entirely accurate. Ryan, and her mother had been fucking on, and off for almost three years now. When Ginger had gotten back from spending two weeks, and her fifteenth birthday at her cousin Tammy’s, that was when she knew they were doing it. After a while Ginger’s mother gave him a key, which had provided great fodder for Ginger’s imagination. Many a night she’d rubbed her little pussy to orgasm thinking about Ryan using that key to sneak into her room, and sexually molest her.

In any case now Judy, Ginger’s mother, wanted her key back, and sending Ginger to get it was her passive agressive way of getting it.
She had over heard their argument last week, and it seemed that Ryan had fucked some eighteen year old girl, and Judy was not at all amused.

“Hey, we never agreed to anything exclusive.” he had protested.

“That’s not even the point Ryan.” she had shot back. “She’s young enough to be your daughter.”

“Bullshit!” Ryan exclaimed. “Not unless I started having babies at twelve. She’s young enough to be your daughter, and that’s what’s pissing you off. You know, you’re twelve years older than me Judy, and that doesn’t seem to bother you.”

He must have really hit a nerve, because the next thing that came out of her mouth was through clenched teeth, and that only happened when she was really mad.
“I don’t want to discuss this with you anymore Ryan. Now get the fuck out of my house.”

He had stormed out, slamming the door behind him.
Ginger had found all of this very interesting indeed. First of all, it meant that her mother wouldn’t be fucking Ryan again anytime soon, and she surmised that within a week he’d be good, and horny. During their argument Ryan had said that sex with that eighteen year old was a one time thing, so unless some other bitch came along, she had time to plan her attack.
Secondly, and more importantly for her purposes, she had learned that Ryan would definitely have sex with a girl much younger than himself.
Perhaps it would have helped if see had waited two more weeks. Then she’d have been eighteen, and the legal aspect wouldn’t have been an issue, but three weeks was just too long to wait. What if he met someone else, or, god forbid, he made up with her mother? Then there was the question of finding another excuse to be alone with him in his apartment. That wouldn’t have been easy. She did the mental calculus, and it all added up to one thing, this was her window of opportunity, and she just had to go for it. Besides, the idea of fucking him while she was still under age made it all the more wrong, and that really turned her on. She could only hope that he felt the same way.

“Okay, here’s the key.” he said, emerging from the bedroom at last. He seemed a little surprised to find her sitting on the couch.
“Yeah, so,” he said, holding up the key, “I guess you can go home now.”

Ginger bit her bottom lip. This was going to require some finesse on her part.
“But my mom’s not coming home till six.” she began, pouting, “I don’t want to sit home alone. Can’t I stay, and visit for a little while?” she pleaded, “Please?”

He seemed to think about this for a moment, and then finally said, “I guess that would be okay.”

He sat down on the other side of the couch, and started asking about school, and stuff like that. Ginger however was determined to steer the conversation towards more sexual topics.

“My boyfriend broke up with me.” she pouted.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Ryan said, sounding genuinely sympathetic.

The truth was that Ginger had dumped him, but there were at least two good reasons why she had to say the opposite. One, to make common cause with Ryan. It was a subtle why of saying, “I know how you feel.