Seduction of an Innocent 18-year old virgin girl

VirginGal_26

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I'm looking for someone who wants to play the part of seducing an innocent 18-year old girl. The guy could be a neighbor, teacher, coach, etc. It CANNOT be a family member. That is the only stipulation. I'm not into the whole incest thing. I also am not into anything too weird and out of the ordinary. PM me to discuss further.
 
interested man

hi,
i would be willing to be the man. i am 26 years old, 6' 200lbs, brown hair, blue eyes. thanks funguy513
 
Ok.I guess I'll be a teacher then.

Desmond Green
6'3
Brown eyes
Bald


Desmond, or Mr.D as he was known walked into his History class carrying his briefcase and jacket

"Sorry, I'm late.I had to attend to some business" I said giving a quick glanceto the girl I just finished fucking.She sat in her seat with the freshly
fucked look on.


"Turn to page 293, and let's begin"

The class's females waited to hear my sexy baritone voice, and I knew I them around my finger and I knew it.
 
Introducing Misty

Misty watched Mr. D walk into class. She really liked History class and was very good in the subject. She always made sure to sit in the front row and give the teacher her total attention.

Today she is wearing a tight black mini skirt and a mid-drift white top. She has on high heeled sandals to complete the sexy outfit.
 
OCC: This roleplay seems to be having trouble getting started. I will be online for another 30 minutes or so if anyone would like to take over the part of the male.
 
Steve

Summer was just the break that Steve needed. His sophomore year in college had been pretty intense and his junior year promised to bring more of the same. Steve mostly liked his classes and was happy with his major, journalism, but just at the moment, he was glad to be wandering alone on a warm day in August, meandering through the woods that stretched out for miles behind his family's old farm.

The land belonged to his family, though most of it wasn't really worked anymore. And no one - no one - knew it like Steve did. Just then, he was heading for his favorite pond; the one with the little beach and remarkably clear water. It would have been a popular swimming hole if it weren't surrounded by miles of privately-owned woods.

Not that Steve's family made a fetish of running off trespassers. Most of the local people were harmless enough and welcome as long as they didn't leave trash or do damage, but still, few people ever found their way far into the area.

Which explained Steve's surprise when he noticed a movement up ahead that didn't fit. Something a bit too big to be any of the common animals was just ahead.

Cautiously stalking closer, using the brush as cover, Steve got to within about fifteen feet of whatever it was when he realized that "it" was a SHE: Specifically, it was Misty, the highschool girl from down the road, walking barefoot along the edge of the water in her cutoff jeans shorts and tank top.

They knew each other, of course, but the difference in their ages had meant that they'd never really spent that much time together.

Misty was quite cute, though. And, at the moment, there was no one else in sight.
 
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Misty loved to walk through the woods. It was such a cool place especially on a hot summer day. The woods were her "thinking place." A place she could go to get away from everything and away from all of her school mates. She liked her school mates alright, but sometimes they just acted so immature and annoyed her. As far as she knew, no one knew she came here. She was heading toward the pond up ahead.
 
Steve

Misty did look really good. Steve took a moment to admire the view of a girl in a classic summer outfit - not much more clothing than was strictly necessary.

He shook his head to clear away the foolish images that flitted through his mind; images of what a young, pretty girl and a wooded pond on a lazy summer day might be good for...

But there was no harm in saying hello, especially considering that SHE was on HIS land: Well, his family's, anyway.

Making just enough noise to announce his coming, Steve took the last few steps out of the brush and into the clearing that surrounded the little pond and put on his best friendly, harmless grin.

"Well, hi, Misty! How did you get way out here?! I didn't think anyone outside my family knew this place!"
 
Misty jumped when Steve spoke to her. She had been lost in thought and didn't hear him approaching.

"Hi Steve. I didn't expect to see you here. I thought you were away at school."
 
Steve

"I'm off until the start of next semester, so I came home."

Steve made a gesture that indicated the pond and the clearing where they stood talking: "Beautiful spot, isn't it? I usually have it all to myself."

He smiled. "But sharing's nice, too. Do you usually come here by yourself?"
 
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"I'm off until the start of next semester, so I came home."

Steve made a gesture that indicated the pond and the clearing where they stood talking: "Beautiful spot, isn't it? I usually have it all to myself."

He smiled. "But sharing's nice, too. Do you usually come here by yourself?"


Yes I do. I like to come here. It's quiet and I can get away from all of the other noise of the town. I'm like you--I usually have the place to myself too. It's really cool in the woods compared to how hot of a day it is.
 
Steve

Steve was quiet for a moment, looking out across the nearly flat-calm surface of the pond.

He liked the thoughtful way in which Misty had answered him; liked that she, too, could appreciate the solitude, beauty and quiet of the place.

Drawing himself out of his reverie, he pointed towards a spot that was only about 20 yards away, but partially hidden by a point that extended a short way out into the water:

"Have you seen the flat rocks over that way? They make a nice spot for sitting."

And without really thinking, he reached out, offering Misty his hand.
 
Yes, the rocks are a wonderful place to sit. You can sit on the edge and look straight down and see the fish since the water is so clear. It is one of my favorite spots. Misty links hands with Steve.

It's funny that we have never met here before today considering we both come here. I know you must have been home during the past summers.
 
Steve

Steve was rather surprised when he realized that he'd put his hand out as though Misty should take it... and stunned that she had.

Her hand felt good in his, though; warm and delicate, but her grip was firm enough to convey a certain confidence.

As he started to walk slowly, she matched his stride, keeping their hands linked.

"It may just have been our timing", he said. "A lot of times I've been here early in the morning, or even at night - I know all the trails here so I'm pretty comfortable even in the dark. You should see the pond at midnight under a full moon."

"But nothing really beats a day just like this: Sun's shining, it's warm but not so hot that it makes you sweat...Water's warm, too."

"Just about a perfect day."

Right about then, they reached the water's edge. Steve sat and invited Misty to join him, looking out and down into the clear water.
 
Misty sits with Steve.

"I don't come into the woods at night. I am familiar with the trails, but not comfortable enough with them to go walking at night. I'm always afraid I will venture off on the wrong trail and not be able to find my way back. None of my friends come here so they really wouldn't know where to begin looking."
 
Steve

"If you were interested, I could show you what it's like sometime. I know every rock and tree in these woods and I know how to take care of myself out here. My Dad taught me when I was a kid."

"But we don't need to be thinking about nighttime right now when we have the day to enjoy."

Steve looked at Misty, sitting beside him on the rocks. He thought that she looked very sweet.

Although sweet didn't cover everything. And neither, he noticed again, did her outfit: The spaghetti-strap tanktop left her shoulders essentially bare, and it wasn't tucked into her shorts, so he kept seeing more or less of her midriff, depending on how she moved and the way her shirt shifted. Her denim shorts were cut off a little above mid-thigh; hardly scandalous but definitely not uninteresting. And her long, tanned legs ended at a pretty pair of bare feet. She hadn't walked all the way to the pond like that, but had shed her shoes and started carrying them when she'd reached the water, just before Steve had shown up.


Steve realized that he was staring and quickly looked down into the pond. A sudden thought struck him and he reached down to the water with one hand, dipping his fingers just slightly below the surface and then bringing his hand up to touch Misty's back, just below her neck, letting her feel the slight coolness of the water as he rubbed the spot a moment.

"Water's nice today, don't you think?"
 
"Sure, I'd love to explore the woods with you sometime. But, like you said--we have the day to enjoy now. It's not even noon yet."

Misty had a sudden thought: "Unless you need to be somewhere. I mean, it's not like we planned to meet here today. You may have other plans with your friends."

Steve touches the water to the back of Misty's neck.

"Yes, the water is nice. It would be a great day for a swim. Luckily, I wore my swimsuit today, just in case."

Misty stands up and takes off her top and shorts. She reveals a two piece bikini. The swimsuit wasn't totally skimpy, but it showed a lot of skin.

OCC: I'll leave the description of what Steve sees up to him. :)
 
Steve

Wow.

Steve didn't really have a clearer thought than that as he watched Misty stretch her arms over her head to discard her tanktop, then shimmy her cutoffs past her hips until she could let them fall.

Despite the fact that she still wore a bathing suit, Steve's mouth was dry as she stepped out of the shorts.

Misty now wore only a white bikini; the bottom a pretty standard shape and cut, covering her rear decently but revealing most of her hips; and the top, strapless, which explained why Steve hadn't noted it beneath her tanktop.

He thought that she would have to be careful about that top while she was in the water.

Steve stood as well.

"I didn't actually wear a bathing suit, but my shorts should be fine."

He had assumed he'd have the privacy to skinnydip but couldn't very well say that to Misty.

He shrugged off the t-shirt he was wearing, though he hardly equaled the grace with which Misty had slipped out of her shirt. Setting it on the rocks he straightened up:

"Water's deep enough to dive right here, or if you go just to the right you can wade in. Either way..." - Steve made an after you gesture - "ladies first."

He stepped back to let Misty decide how she wanted to enter the water.
 
Misty was awestruck for a moment when Steve removed his shirt. She had seen boys without shirts before of course, but Steve was far from a boy.


"Yes, I always dive in this area."

Steve watched as Misty backed up and then ran and dove into the water.

She came up laughing. "Now it's your turn. The water's great by the way."
 
Steve

Misty was a good diver, Steve thought. Not that he'd expected her to be a klutz, but he was impressed by the easy, matter-of-fact athleticism that she'd just shown. She definitely had grace to go with her beauty.

He backed up a couple steps, preparing to follow Misty's lead.

"Ok, ready or not, here I come!"

Steve angled his dive to take him deep. He was nowhere near Misty as he entered the water, but a couple strong kicks put him nearly beneath her; giving him a shark's-eye view of lithe limbs seemingly hanging from the pond's surface.

Steve swam a few more feet to put himself behind Misty, then started to swim upward. He was being playful, not trying to scare her, so he didn't do anything really startling like grabbing her foot. Instead he just surfaced about three feet behind her, smiling as she turned to face him.

"Hey."

"Hey, yourself", she laughed, one hand making a playful splash that wasn't actually intended to reach Steve.

He paddled a bit closer to her, careful to still give them both the room they needed to tread water.

"I didn't answer your question a minute ago."

"I don't actually have anywhere to be today, not until suppertime, at least. As long as you're cool with it, it looks like this day, and this spot, are ours and ours alone."
 
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