"Here," Nate said, picking up the phone, "I'll call her myself."
"I… Nate, maybe…" But he ignored her weak protest. She listened to him charm her aunt and when he hung the phone on the hook she knew that it was decided.
The evening was a rush of unbelievable things. Nate's big white car with plush leather seats and stereo. The restaurant where everyone thought she was his daughter. Until they danced. Rebecca had never danced with a man like that before. He held her so close his lips almost touching her ear. Sometimes they did touch. But she felt ill-at-ease in her school clothes and clunky shoes. Nate didn't treat her like a schoolgirl though. And when they were back in his car, be pulled her over close to him. Rebecca didn't want to act silly about it so she snuggled without seeming to act wanton. All that wine she'd drunk made her feel so lightheaded and giggly.
"I told your aunt I'd bring you home later," he said. "Why don't we go to my apartment and I'll play you some records and…"
"No, I'd really better go home."
Rebecca tried to pull away a little. Because she knew what was coming. Another kiss. Another kiss that started behind her ear and grew wetter and hotter until Nate cradled her small face between his hands and gingerly feasted on her lips. She moaned with the exotic thrills that burst up through her. She'd never experienced anything so powerful, so overwhelming! She couldn't think, couldn't make herself react like Aunt Lana would expect her to. And what was he doing with his hand? It slid down her arm and suddenly was pressing against her side, her hip! Then down, down her thigh… Even through her dress she could feel the warmth of his palm.
"Nhhoo," she groaned, twisting her head to the side. But Nate's lips captured her earlobe then and he began to bite the lobe. Rebecca found herself panting. Her mind spun. She tried to push her hands against his chest but was so weak from the strange passion that burned through her that she couldn't make him let her go.
When he did, she almost sprawled across the seat. She stared at him with scared eyes, her small breasts rising and falling rapidly. When he picked up her foot and slowly removed her shoe, Rebecca stared at him like he was a being from another planet.
"Nate, I want to go home."
"In a little while," he smiled. His voice was reassuring. And as he dropped her shoe and slid his hand up her ankle, a jolt of pleasure went up her long leg and into the mushy heat of her cunt. She whined with the hot, incredible feeling. Then still feeling the thrill of his fingers on her ankle, she watched as he brought the sole of her feet up to his mouth. Then he kissed her there and Rebecca writhed on the seat, her head falling back as she gave in to him.
"Ohhhhh, Nate! Ohhhhh God, what are you doing to me?"
"Loving you," he said, his tongue sliding between her littlest toe and the one next to it. The soft, wet friction made her body jerk. She knew that she was behaving in an unforgivable manner. But how could she make him stop doing something so heavenly? Her cunt glowed and she felt her juices flooding out to drench the crotch of her thick, cotton panties. As Nate had lifted her leg, her skirt had slipped up her thigh. She made a weak effort to pull it down again but was too wiped out from the throbbing, titillating thrills that surged though her.
"Stop… ohhhhh, don't do that any more! Ohhhh, Nate, no!" He was taking her little toe between his teeth now. He was chewing it! Sucking it! Another flood of sex juice spilled into her panties and she rocked her hips. It was an instinctive, hungry movement, something she had no control over.
"You lovely little nymph," he murmured.
"Nhhhuuhh," she groaned, wishing she would think straight. What had happened to her will power? Her dress slipped higher on her thighs. She was barely aware of the way her legs had become exposed. But Nate saw. He continued to suck at her toes as he slid a hand over her calf and then patted the soft spot behind one knee.
"Nhhuuuhhh, nhhhaaahh," Rebecca sighed, putting a trembling hand out. Nate ignored her weak gesture and petted his way up her thigh. She groaned and her hips lurched. It was like she was out of control! She was ashamed and embarrassed. But the most powerful emotion was that of pleasure! She couldn't make him stop doing those lovely, wet things to her toes!
Nate's fingers paused for a second at the cotton panties that clung to her upper thigh. Then he petted his way upward until she felt the gentle pressure directly against her cunt! Rebecca grabbed his wrist with both hands. But she had no strength. She couldn't stop him from touching her, stroking her. And as he stroked, her cunt grew even wetter. He knew how wet she was too! Oh, she felt terrible for allowing him to become so intimate. Rebecca had heard sexy stories from girls at school about letting guys feel them up. Now she knew what getting felt up was really like! And it shamed her to know that she was letting it happen to her.
"Don't! Ohhhhh, Nate, stop it, please stop it now!"
She wasn't sure if she meant those words or not. She knew how she should behave and she knew she wasn't coming up to her aunt's standards. Not by a long shot. But with Nate's fingers gouging tenderly at the cotton panel that stretched damply against her young cunt, she couldn't reason or think.
"Does that aunt of yours make you wear these?" he asked.
"Yes." Rebecca felt herself blushing. She thought of someone walking by Nate's car and looking in and she blushed even more.
"How would you like a pair of real silk panties?"
"I couldn't wear them. Not around my Aunt Lana." It felt so odd talking about female undergarments while Nate stroked her cunt. What must he think of her? Yet there was only affection and admiration in his eyes.
"Well, I'm going to buy you some nice ones," he said, bending to kiss her thigh.
"Can I put on my shoe now?"
Nate laughed and shook his head. "You're even more innocent that I'd hoped. But I guess you can if you want. That is, if you'll let me kiss your breasts."
"Mr. Winslow!" she blurted, wanting to disappear. How could he say such things to her? And he didn't look embarrassed at all. "I really had better get home now, don't you think?"
"I'd like to show you my apartment first," he said, shifting back under the wheel. Rebecca didn't say anything as he started up and left the parking lot. She didn't want to appear impolite for the kindness he'd shown her. But when they were on their way up to his rooftop apartment, she shivered and backed into the corner of the elevator.
"Just because I'm turned on by you," Nate said, "don't think I'm some maniac…" He put out a hand and she took it. "Come on over here and let me put an arm around you."
The elevator opened directly at Nate's door and he let them in and flicked on the lights. The lights of town spread below the open balcony, and while Rebecca gazed out into the night Nate poured her a glass of wine. But as soon as they were sitting on the couch together, he started working on her.
"I've got to kiss those lovely little breasts of yours," he whispered, turning a special dial by the end table to dim the lights. Rebecca wiggled backward but came up against the arm of the sofa and stopped. With an easy motion, Nate got both his hands under her skirt, hooked his thumbs in her cotton panties and skinned them off over her bottom. She had her head about her this time and she kicked at him. Nate just knocked her legs aside and tossed the cotton panties across the room.
When she started after them he dragged her down onto his lap. Her skirt was hiked up and he began to rub his fingers gently at the insides of her thighs.
"Ohh, you promised you'd be nice."
"I am being nice," he laughed. "If you'd let me show you more, you'd understand just how nice I really want to be."
"No!" She tried to get up but Nate pulled her by the hips and she flopped across the sofa cushions. Like a hungry lion, he burrowed his head under her skirt. She gave a cry of surprise. She was naked under there and suddenly his face was sliding up between her thighs. Now she knew she should never have trusted him. He'd just been trying to get her to his place so he could take advantage of her. Just like Aunt Lana had warned about men.