JESSICA, part one: JUST A LITTLE PUSH

Jessica is becoming a beautiful young woman. At 14 years old, she has an adorable pair of budding breasts(still much too small to warrant the use of a bra) and a thin strip of pubic hairs matching the golden shine of her long hair. As the only child of a wealthy single father, she’s spoiled rotten and it’s shaped her into a demanding and manipulative little thing. Despite these apparent flaws she knows exactly what’s important: Her own beauty. Jessica is stunning and she knows it, and embraces it. A bat of her eyelashes and a shake of her firm backside has often been all she needed to get by trouble-free, and she certainly doesn’t mind going the extra distance if required. She delights in the things she can gain with her body. For instance, Jessica loathes physical activity in almost all its forms, luckily, her Phys. Ed. teacher has a taste for underaged assholes. Once a week, Jessica sets aside her lunch break to visit the short, stalky man for however many minutes of anal sex his tiny penis can muster. She may not enjoy the act itself, since his penis is barely larger than his own pinky, but she enjoys how this pathetic little man grunts and sweats when unloads his semen into her asshole. She loves knowing that she could destroy him if she wanted- expose him as the dirty old pedophile that he is. But she won’t. There are many more stories such as this in her short, yet colorful past, This, however, is a story not just about Jessica…

“She’ll like this.” Jessica said to her friend, Sarah, all the while holding up the denim miniskirt to her own body and examining it in the mirror.
“Who?” Sarah asked, clearly not paying attention as she thumbed through a nearby clothing rack.
“Lyssa.” Jessica said with a snarl, insulted at having been ignored. “I’m going to her birthday party tonight, remember?”
“Oh, right. That guy’s little sister. Why get her anything? You’re not going for her.”
“Adam. His name is Adam and I want him to like me, so I can play nice with his sister for one night if that’s what it takes.”
“Fine…” Sarah said, finally looking at the item Jessica had picked out “…But you can’t give an 11 year old a miniskirt.”
“Sure I can, every girl needs a miniskirt.”
“Do what you want.” Sarah conceded. “So are you bringing anything for Adam too?”
“Of course.” Jessica smiled, slightly biting her lip.
“So… What is it?” Sarah asked after it became apparent that Jessica wouldn’t share. Jessica just continued to smile and she left Sarah in the aisle to pay for the skirt.

***

“Right here, dad.” Jessica points to the large pale-bricked house on the left, nearly hitting her father in the face in the process.
“Big place.” Her father awed. He pulled the late model silver BMW into the driveway at his daughter’s instruction. “Alright, call me if you need anything, honey, okay?”He said with an obvious amount of worry in his tone. His problem wasn’t that his little girl was going to a party, or even that many of the kids there were older than Jessica. His problem is that his daughter is gorgeous and he knows what teenaged boys are like. He knows that if he were a teenager again and met her at a party, he’d do everything he could to get in her pants. Even now, in his late 30’s and her father, she is often the source of his masturbatory thoughts.
“Oh, daddy, relax. I’ll be nice.” Jessica tried to reassure him. She leaned over and gave him a peck on the cheek before running up to the house with her purse and wrapped gift in hand. He watched her a moment as her skirt lifted as she walked the steps, stealing glances at her white panties. He feels a stir in the front of his pants. “Fuck…” He whispers to himself in the empty car, and as he drives away, he realizes that his problem doesn’t sit entirely with the world of teenage boys wanting to fuck his daughter, but also with his own jealousy that they’d get to her first… Or already have.

“It’s really cool that you invited me, Adam.” Jessica beams as the handsome 17 year old closes the door behind her. He was every bit as gorgeous as she’d remembered- Jet black shoulder length hair framing the most perfectly symmetrical and soft, yet masculine face.
“No problem, my parents won’t be around so they asked if I could play babysitter for Lyssa and her friends. I figured we could hang out, too.” Adam reassured her infatuation. Looking down at the wrapped gift, he added: “Jess, you didn’t have to get her anything.”
“It’s cool, I wanted to. I brought you something, too, but you can’t have it yet, okay?” She teased.
Any response that Adam may have had was preemptively cut short when a swarm of preteen girls in brightly-colored flannel barreled down the stairs amidst a mischevious cacaphony of giggles, complete with “oohs and aahs”, no doubt in reference to Adam and Jessica.
“Dad said you have to stay downstairs all night, Adam!” Lyssa cried in a show of dominance over her sibling. Lyssa had the most striking face Jessica had ever seen, especially on an 11 year old. Her long hair was only a shade or two lighter than that of her brother and curled into beautiful natural ringlets- This feature only added to her doll-like appearance, accented by her large bright eyes and diminuitive nose and mouth. The other girls seemed to shy away from her brother, most likely out of childish crushes and fantasies. Jessica could relate.
“I know, I know. Just keep it down and I’ll leave you alone.” He said calmly as he turned his attention back to Jessica. “I figured we could watch a movie or something in the living room…”
“Cool, let’s go.” She grinned as Adam placed his hand in the small of her back to nudge her in the right direction. It was meant to look gentlemanly, but she knew it was just a cheap ploy so Adam could get a look at her ass. She smiled at the thought and lifted her skirt slightly to encourage him.
She sat on the large couch in front of the television, looking about the room as she rejected Adam’s movie suggestions. She admired him as he rummaged through the extensive DVD collection. He wasn’t a jock or anything, but he was in very good shape. He’d been frequently mistaken for as old as 20, and had even been to a few bars and clubs. His dark slightly messy hair drew the eye to his piercing eyes, or so Jessica dreamed, like many young girls who call their lust “love”, she looked for ways to make Adam seem intelligent, artistic, and sensitive. As he continued to read titles off one-by-one, Jessica happened to look out the archway at the bottom of the stairs, spotting a gaggle of 11 year olds spying on them with braced grins. Deciding to play along, she made kissy faces at Adam while she watched their reaction. They giggled incessantly, getting Adam’s attention.
“Hey! Get back upstairs!” He yelled, not in a mean way, but a serious one. He stood up and walked over to the group, they dispersed up the stairs quickly, save his sister, Lyssa. Jessica stuck her tongue out at Lyssa in a playful manner as she was scolded by big brother. She smiled at the gag and ran upstairs. “Sorry…” Adam apologized. Jessica waved her hand as if to say “no big deal”. Although it might be a big deal. If the girls harassed them all night she might never get anywhere with Adam. Just then, she spotted a DVD on the floor, a run-of-the-mill romantic comedy that she had seen on numerous prior occasions. She bent down to pick it up and handed it to Adam. He smiled.

***

They had stolen a few makeout minutes here and there during the movie, but nothing too intense could ever be reached with the constant interruption of half a dozen preteen girls. Now that the movie was over, Jessica was cozying up under Adam’s arm, with her arms wrapped about his waist. They’d been talking about the usual mundane things: School, teachers, friends, celebrities, etcetera. Jessica was more than a little frustrated at Adam’s surprising inexperience with girls.