Her room is pink and dingy, not well lit, but it doesn’t matter, it’s not what he’s focused on.  She slithers up and down before him, teasing, tantalizing.  He watches in a trance.  His stomach tightens and blood courses the tracks of his veins.  A nervous rush takes over his young eager body.

“Take it off.”  He whispers.

“You first.”

Without hesitation, without grace he comically sheds his clothes.  He sits with nothing but a fresh pair of underwear.  He made note to wear his favourite ones that accentuate his features. 

“Now you.”

She dances in front of him.  He gets his face as close to her body as possible as he pervertedly absorbs her with his eyes.  Her young firm skin innocently teases its way out of cloth.  With each shake, bend, back arch, and shimmy, she reveals more of her soft beauty.  She’s well developed for her age, much more than him and his scrawny body with taught ribs. 

She stops the stripping, in fear of a noise outside her bedroom door, perhaps her father knocking.  She holds her breath.  Listening, listening, listening, silence.  Her nervous mind is just making her paranoid. 

“I want to see more.”  He says, nearly shaking with sexual excitement.

“You show me more first.”  She says with a cruel smile, because she knows he’ll do it.

He peels his underwear off.  He stands fully exposed, fully erect.  She stares at him.  She scans his body head to toe and smiles.  Now she starts to tease her bra.  Slowly, she pulls the straps down.  She pushes her breasts together, and jiggles them right in his face.  He can’t hide his carnal smile. 

“Take it off.”  His excitement is evident in his words.

She drops her bra delicately to the floor and shows off her young perky chest.  His hand finds its way to his crotch.  Out of shame, his stiff body hunches over itself.

“No, I want to watch.”  She says.

She prances in her panties.  The whole while, he pleasures himself to her supple body.  His eyes feast upon her.  His hormones are controlling him, feeding his hunger for lust, making him want to devour nothing but sexual pleasure.  Her buttocks hang out of the back of her revealing underwear.  She’s only adding fuel for his fire of passion.  She bends over, and inch by excruciating inch, slides her panties down her short freshly shaven legs. 

He can’t believe his eyes.  His heart pounds, and his veins swell.  His pupils dilate and focus on her nubile body. 

“Do you want me?”

“You have no idea.  I’ve waited so long for this…”

A knock at the door.  He doesn’t care.  The knob turns.  He can’t help himself due to chemicals reacting in his brain.  He still vigorously abuses himself before her.  The door creeps open.  The hinges make a squeak, a creek.  He turns away from the computer screen and peaks over his shoulder.

“Michael!  My God!  What are you doing?!”  Shouts his mother frantically.

“I… I…”   

He stands like a horned satyr before his mother, and as his penis pulsates shame, and more shame ooze out of him.  The both of them stand with eyes locked on each other, and the girl on the computer screen has vanished silently like a ghost.