Introduction:
[Standard Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction; it has not happened, and likely never will happen. However, if any events do actually occur, in whole or in part, it is by pure coincidence. Any and all characters based, however loosely, on actual persons have had their names changed.]
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I’ve known Kelsey since she was about 6; she’s the daughter of a co-worker at the library I work for. She was always very tomboyish, hyperactive, and even at that young age I could tell she wouldn’t be particularly attractive when she grew up. I’m so very glad I was completely wrong…
I didn’t see a whole lot of Kelsey for several years. Every once in a while, she’d come to work with her mother, Shawna, or I’d see her when dropping Shawna off after work (we used to carpool).
However, once she was 16, she became far more brazen; it seems she felt that she was more of an adult than the State would recognize. On her 16th birthday, she sent me a pic of herself, only slightly clothed, with a sign saying “2 more years!” to which I politely, but noncommittally, replied.
‘Way to go! Happy Sweet 16 kiddo! :)’ There was no way in hell I was going to take the bait, even if she was being innocent about it. But she didn’t seem to appreciate my virtuousness.
‘kiddo?! u kno 16 is legal age some places right’
My, my! Being learned is a blessing and a curse…
‘Yes, I know that. But not so around here, sorry!’ I was trying not to be condescending; she was very mature for her age, and was being more patient than I would’ve thought possible. I was actually pretty amazed she hadn’t grown bored of me by now, and moved on to somebody her own age. I was supremely curious as to why this was, but it still wasn’t an acceptable time to bring up that particular topic. Thankfully, she moved on…
‘so i’m getting my drivers license this week!’ She was obviously excited, and had every right to be. Shawna would often bring stories of teaching Kelsey how to drive, and how ecstatic Kelsey was to be able to drive herself.
‘Hey, cool! Good luck on the tests, I’m sure you’ll do great!’ I couldn’t help but be encouraging.
‘;-)’ Um… OK… whatever…
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It was three months after Kelsey’s 16th birthday. I was working in the library alone; everybody else was either scheduled for the morning or the afternoon – doctor appointments, and stuff like that. Whatever, it was a slow day, and I enjoyed the solitude. I was somewhat startled when Kelsey showed up, all by herself. And just like before, I was torn between excitement and sheer terror over what might happen.
“Oh, hey, what’re you up to today Kelse?” I started off – plainly enough, so any initiation would be on her part.
“Well, not too much, just getting some practice in…” She had her hands behind her back, swaying back and forth on her toes, in that little-schoolgirl fashion. I noticed she was pushing her chest out a bit more than normal; I couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of her perfectly-developing breasts.
She surely noticed, because I glanced up at her face, which was wide with a sly grin. I must’ve turned bright red as I turned away to other duties; she walked over to the employee entrance and let herself into the office area where I was working.
“So, what’re you doing? I bet you’re REALLY bored…” She was still pushing her chest out, walking closer to me.
“Well, kinda, yeah, but it’s also nice to be… alone. I can get my stuff done, at my own pace, you know, stuff like that.” Had to concentrate on something other than her killer body… Papers! Shuffle the papers! she took a seat and rolled the chair closer to me.
“Yeah… You know what I’ve always wanted to do in here?” Oh God, oh God, what was she doing? What was she going to say? “Is there anybody else in the library?” FUCK what’s she got planned? I forced myself to not gulp audibly.
“Um, I’m not sure, maybe, I can’t remember how many people have come and gone…”
“‘Kay!” Kelsey sprang up and scurried out the office door.’What the fuck?’ was about all I could think of as I watched her pert little bottom bounce away from me (I couldn’t help myself!). Soon enough, though, I had my answer – Kelsey came bounding back to the counter, a huge smile on her face.
“Good news! We’re here all alone!” Aw hell, what was she thinking?! How deep-shit was she going to try to get me this time? The last time I got this feeling… wait, what was she doing now?
She leaned over the counter, giving me a respectable cleavage view – her shirt was pretty damn tight to show too much – and before I could react, had grabbed the PA system mic.
“Attention library-goers: please exit the building immediately. This is not a drill. I repeat, this is not a drill, exit the building immediately.” I was surprised at how professional and adult she sounded when she wanted to. She was grinning ear to ear. We waited for a good two minutes, before she concluded that we were truly alone in the library.
“OK, just making sure!” she said, and once again she was off, this time to the front doors – she locked us in! Now my mind was kicking into overdrive; what was she planning? Why did she lock the doors? Dammit, was she going to try to do something that I was going to regret?! She skipped back to the front counter, and sat that ass down right in front of me.
“OK fuckers, you little geeky pricks, what’s wrong with you?! Get a damn life!” She was on the PA again, making a ruckus; she seemed to be enjoying the freedom of yelling naughty things over the intercom system. We waited again for a little while, in the off-chance that somebody had hidden and ignored her earlier order to leave the library.
And again, nobody came forward. She glanced over her shoulder at me, a quick, sexy expression, then slipped off the counter, dragging the mic with her.
“One day, soon, I’m going to make you the happiest man on Earth.” I think my heart stopped as she whispered this throughout the entire library intercom system.
“I’m going to do things to you you’ve only fantasized about being able to do with me. I’m going to push you to the brink, again and again, and we’ll never want time to end. You will be mine, one day. Soon enough. But not today. And not tomorrow. You know when. And you should be counting the days.”
I was frozen in my seat. My mind was thoroughly blown. I barely registered that Kelsey had put the PA mic back on the counter and snuck out the front door. I must’ve sat there for a good ten minutes, with a raging boner. I couldn’t help myself! And I dare any straight male to honestly not be able to say the same.
I was awoken from my stupor when Mike – one of my co-workers – came in the door, rather loudly, and made a big production about coming to work a whole 15 minutes early. I didn’t care for Mike, especially at that particular time. I’d rather he go blow himself in a secluded corner than pester me about stupid bullshit while Kelsey’s words were still ringing fresh in my mind.
Eventually, his mindless blathering allowed my hard-on to reduce enough that I could safely walk to the restroom, and quickly excused myself with an overly-polite “Mike, I really gotta take a shit, take over for me. Don’t expect me back any time soon.” Thank fuck we had a restroom with a locking door! I had a great deal of “relief” to administer…
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Weeks passed, and I couldn’t help but think of Kelsey’s promise every time I saw the PA mic. Eventually, I began to wonder if it had ever really happened, or if it was some sort of elaborate fantasy. She didn’t stop by for at least a couple months after that, and any time I saw her before then she had only waved at me. When she did come by the library, it was for a school project, or she was picking up her mom, or she was just bored, but nothing ever really happened. Bit by bit, I submitted to myself that she was over me; that nothing would’ve ever happened anyway, and that it was all for the best.
Thankfully, I was proven wrong.
Once again, like previous years, she sent me a pic on her birthday. For her 17th, it was quite provocative: she was in lacy red lingerie, from the top of her head to her knees, hair covering her face. On her stomach, in bright red lipstick, was written: “1 MORE YEAR!!” The tail of the ‘R’ wound around her belly-button and down past the waistband of her panties.
Damn.
And then she sent me another one. And another. She ended up sending me about five pictures of herself, in various poses, all showing off that she only had one more year to uphold her promise. And all I could do was text her back:
‘Congratulations!’
I didn’t know what else to say that wasn’t either damning, or capable of endangering her promise to me. She seemed to understand that though, and her final text that night was a simple ‘:)’ I was content with that.
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Once again, I didn’t see much of Kelsey. The occasional obvious show of cleavage; the couple times she managed to pull up her shirt (or pull down her pants) while standing in a window, before her mother could see her. But the next noteworthy action was the day after my own birthday…
I had to work on my birthday. I didn’t particularly mind, it was just another day to me, basically. Of course, Shawna didn’t agree; she insisted on making a cake for me. I obviously couldn’t refuse – Shawna made just about the BEST strawberry cheesecake I’d ever eaten (sorry mom!). But that also meant that Kelsey was well aware that I was turning one year older.
I had left a piece of Shawna’s awesome cheesecake in the work fridge, so I could have some dessert after lunch. I was just beginning to dig into it, when Kelsey came strolling in. She sat down in a chair across from me, and began inching her way closer.
“Hey, happy birthday! Sorry I didn’t text you last night!” She said.
“No problem, I don’t like to make a big deal of it actually.” I said. I actually did wish that Shawna hadn’t found out when my birthday was; I kind of liked the anonymity of having a secret birthday. Then again, if Kelsey hadn’t known, then the following events would likely never have happened.
“Aww, that’s too bad. You should celebrate being on the planet another year!” I couldn’t help but grin at her innocence and joy. “Well, I know I didn’t really get anything for you, but I do have something to show you!”‘Uh-oh, what exactly was she planning on “giving” me? Is this going to be legal…?’ I couldn’t help but think that she wanted to give me something rather… personal. Intimate. Well, it wasn’t as intimate as I was thinking, but still…
“Did my mom ever tell you about the time I got shot by an arrow?” she asked. The question seemed chaste enough.
“Um, no, I don’t think she ever did. What happened?” At this point I was curious; where was this going, and what did it have to do with my birthday? Kelsey hiked up her already-short shorts a bit.
“Well, I was only about 4 or so, so I don’t really remember it. I guess I wandered in the path of an archery range, or something, and one went right through my thigh! My mom told me that the doctors said that if the arrow had been an eighth of an inch to the right, I would’ve bled to death before getting to the hospital.” Her shorts were now pulled up past where one would even consider a bikini’s lower edge to be; she pointed to a barely-visible scar on her left thigh.
“See? I still have a scar of it. Want to touch it?” She was looking directly in my eyes. Her expression was almost of begging; she was nearly desperate to have me touching her.
“Kelse, I don’t think that’s a good idea. I mean, I’m 33 years old!” It sounded pretty pathetic when I said it aloud; I realized that I was a 33-year-old virgin! I had barely registered that she had been rolling closer and closer to me in her chair. By the time her knees were only an inch from mine, it was too late for me to scoot away.
“It’s OK, I want you to. There’s nothing wrong with it, don’t worry!” She had taken my hand, and was pulling it toward her waiting thigh. I was powerless to resist.
When my fingertips finally made contact, she closed her eyes and let out a sigh. She pushed my fingers onto her smooth skin; I could feel the warmth of her flesh, how supple her leg was. I was desperately trying to fight the urge to stroke her gorgeous leg. She pressed my hand onto her leg. The sensation was divine. My eyes were closed now; I was letting her do as she wished.
She began to move my hand in a circular motion around her thigh; her lips were emitting a soft moaning. The circles got larger, inching closer to her crotch. Eventually I felt the edge of her panties; she gasped when she realized I was so close to her slit. The circles started shrinking, concentrating right around the edge of her panties. They were soft, frilly. Kelsey was breathing heavily now. She brought my hand closer and closer, and eventually my fingers slipped up under her panties. I was snapped back into reality.
“Kelsey! I can’t do this! This is wrong!” I had pulled my hand away. Her eyes were still closed, head thrown back. She let out a huge sigh.
“Fuck!” I don’t think I’d ever heard her use language like that. “I locked the doors; obviously nobody’s here! What’s the problem?” I could tell she was frustrated.
“Dammit, Kelsey, you know what the problem is!” She was looking in my eyes now, “There are so many reasons why we should pretend the last few minutes never happened.” She looked hurt, like she was about to cry. Shit, that is NOT how I wanted to make my point…
“No, no, no, please, I’m sorry, but I can’t! You have to understand! Look, do you promise to keep what I’m about to tell you a secret?” She looked a little less hurt; curiosity showed through. “You have to swear to me that you won’t tell anyone what I’m about to tell you, OK?”
“Pinky swear,” she held out her pinky, and I quickly locked on.
“Pinky swear!” We “shook” on the promise.
“OK, here’s the deal: I’m only refusing to protect myself. Not that I don’t trust you, but there are a myriad of reasons why, if this thing is going to happen, it has to wait until you’re 18, alright? Now, this is the part that’s especially important to not tell anyone: I want to. I want to so bad, it hurts. I’ve wanted to for years now, but I there was no way in HELL I could do anything about it; I couldn’t even acknowledge that I wanted to. Even now, I shouldn’t be saying it at all. It’s just… wrong!”
She was still looking me square in the eye. She didn’t look as wounded as before, but she still obviously wanted something.
“It’s OK, you know. I’ve wanted you for soooo long now, I can’t even remember.” It was her turn now. “Nobody has to know; they can’t get in, even if they tried. And I want you to be my first. I need you to be my first!” She sounded, looked, and acted so mature and serious.
She put her hands on my chest, stood up, and started to lean into me. She was bringing her lips closer to mine – her full, gorgeous lips.
FUCK.
“Kelsey,” I started, as I grabbed her arms, “this is pretty much the most difficult thing I’ve ever done, but I’m serious when I say you have to stop. Please, we’ve waited this long, I’m begging you, wait just a little while longer. Wait until you’re 18, and then I swear, I will do anything to you that you want. Hell, it’ll be hard to keep me from it! But we have to wait until then. OK?”
She dropped her head.
“I’m so sorry, Kelse, but please, for me, just a little while longer, OK?” She nodded. I let go of her arms.
Before I knew it, though, she had wrapped them around me, giving me a hug.
Alright, so it wasn’t just a standard hug – she was pressing her cheek into mine, and practically grinding her crotch into my lap. She started to whisper in my ear:
“I don’t know if I can wait that long, but I’ll try. For you. But you should know that if I can’t wait, then there won’t be anything you can do to stop me.” She kissed my cheek, stood up, and walked out of the office. Casually, she walked out of the library.
Once again, I was stuck sitting in my chair, raging hard-on, just staring into space because of what had just happened. It must’ve been fifteen minutes before it even registered that I should be doing something. Like finish my cheesecake. I ate slowly, continuing to ponder on what had just happened.
Four and a half more months. That’s all, just four and a half more months. As this kept running through my head, I instinctively pulled out my phone and checked the dates; I did some quick calculations, counting down about how many days were left before I could experience everything that Kelsey had to offer.
Damn, but that seemed like a long time away!

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