Krista's Magic

"Krista," I said, using my firm but gentle voice, "You should sit like a lady."

"You shouldn't be looking," she answered back. She had a challenging look on her face.

"Krista, I've been cross-examined by experts in my time, so don't try and play word games with me," I said, trying to sound firm again, "and if you are going to come in here and talk to me, don't goflauntingyourself like that."

"Oooooh!" Krista said, "I love it when you get all authoritarian like that. It sends chills down my spine." She drew her knees together, and said, "I've got this fantasy. Do you want to hear about it?"

"I've got a feeling you're going to tell me anyway, so you I may as well say 'yes," I said. I sat on a kitchen chair, across the room from Krista, on the couch.

"I've got this fantasy that you arrest me for something," Krista said, "and you've gotta frisk me. You know, up against the wall, searching me for concealed weapons and stuff. Really thorough. Every littlenookand cranny."

I couldn't help smiling, but I kept up my firm, policeman's voice, and I said, "Well sorry to bust your bubble, but that'll have to remain a fantasy. You see, you're a female, so if I arrested you, I'd have to get a female officer to search you." I let that sink in for a moment, and added, "And I'd make sure I got the biggest, ugliest, most intimidating female cop I could find to do it. You never know, she might even enjoy it."

"Eww!" Krista answered, distastefully, "I think you've just saved me from a life of crime." She turned around on the couch, so her head was now resting on the armrest to my right, and lifted her feet onto the other end, showing off those high heels, and she said, "Just changing the subject a little," pausing to smooth her dress down over her thighs, "Tonight, you told me I was cute."

"Yes," I said, speaking in a matter-of-fact voice, "But I meant 'cute' like a little girl wearing a wicked witch's outfit."

"You still said it," Krista persisted.

"What happened to Terry?" I asked, trying to turn the discussion away from what I'd said earlier.

"Oh, Terry," Krista said, dismissively, "He's old news. History. Ancient history in fact."

"Well, why can't you get another boy your own age?" I asked.

"Been there, done that," Krista said, "But that's the whole point. They'reboys. They don't know anything." She sat up again, on the left cushion, and continued with, "But a guy like you on the other hand, wouldknowhow to treat a lady."

I had to chuckle at Krista, all of eighteen, saying that. "How do you know anything about how I treat a lady?"

"My instincts tell me," she replied, airily.

"Krista, I don't think this is a good conversation for us to be having," I said, but her reply was to look at the TV screen, and say, "What are you watching, anyway?"

She picked up the DVD cover from the coffee table, and looked at it, then, with mock sarcasm, she said, "Here we go. Sergeant Craig Strong takes time out from his action-packed police schedule to watch, wait for it," and she paused to turn the DVD cover around to show me, and said, "a chick movie." She giggled at herself, and my choice of movie, and she put the DVD cover on the table, and she said, "What on earth were you doing, watching that?"

"I just felt like something light," I said, with a little chuckle.

'I thought you'd at least be watching "Die Hard," or one of those Sylvester Stallone movies where he kicks the crap out of all the bad guys." She shook her head, and said, "I'm really disappointed."

"Sorry I shattered your illusions," I said, still chuckling, myself.

"Actually," Krista said, with something obviously going on in her head, "I've got an idea."

"What's that?" I asked.

"It's Halloween," she replied, "So, you should get in the spirit of things, and watch a horror movie with me."

"Got none," I said, "I'm not a big fan of horror movies."

"That's okay," Krista answered, "We've got the 'Nightmare On Elm Street' boxed set next door. Every Freddy Krueger movie they ever made. Just the thing for Halloween viewing." She stood up, and said, "How about I go and get them, and we can sit here in the dark and watch Freddy Krueger, and if you get too scared, you can hold on to me for reassurance."

Suddenly, I had an idea. Krista was full of bravado, but I found myself wondering just how much of her was all talk. I remembered that when I unpacked my stuff, the day I moved in, I had come across my old copy of "Poltergeist," and I'd put it with all my DVD's. "How would you like to see something really scary?" I said.

"Like what?" Krista said, "I thought you didn't have any scary movies."

"I just remembered I've got one old one here," I said, kneeling down, to reach into the cupboard under my TV stand, and I looked through the DVD's and VHS movies in there, until I found "Poltergeist." I took it out, and Krista took one look, and said, "What's that?"

"A movie," I answered, like it was obvious.

"Is it black and white?" Krista asked, "It looks old enough." She was looking at it as though she thought it might jump out of my hand, and bite her.

"It's a video tape," I said, surprised she didn't seem to know. "When I was your age, all movies were like this," I added, slipping the tape from it's cardboard cover. I had to connect up my old VHS player to the TV set, but within a minute, I had the movie started.

I sat back on the left cushion of the three-seater couch, and Krista went to the light switch, and turned off the light, and as she sat on the right cushion, at the other end of the couch, slipping off her heels, she said, "You've gotta have the right atmosphere."

In my police career, I've seen stuff in real life that's as gruesome as any horror movie, but even so, some of the images in that old movie from the 1980's are enough to send a chill down my spine, especially when you don't see them coming. I've got to give Krista credit, it was twenty minutes or so into the move before she moved closer to me, and sat on the middle cushion of the couch, and a couple of times, she let out a scream, and covered her face. By the time the coffins started popping out of the ground, she was already holding onto my right arm, but when that first one popped up, and fell open, with a rag-clad skeleton bouncing out, she screamed, and literally jumped off the couch, to straddle my right thigh, with her back to the TV, burying her face into my right shoulder. "Omigod! Turn it off!" she wailed, throwing her right arm around my chest, "That's terrible! Turn it off."

I grabbed the remote, and hit "pause" instead of "stop," unintentionally freezing the frame on a hideous close-up image of a decayed skull, and still with her face pressed into my shoulder, Krista said, "Is it stopped?"

She turned to look over her right shoulder, and let out another scream when she saw the TV screen, once again burying her face against my chest. "Turn it off!" she said, her voice muffled by her mouth being pressed into my shirt. This time I grabbed the TV remote, switching the TV right off. The room went dark, and Krista lifted her face from my chest, and said, in a quiet voice, "Is it safe to look?"

"It's only a movie," I said, gently. I only meant to have a little fun with Krista, seeing she was talking big earlier on, and I felt a little guilty that I'd frightened the daylights out of her. "You okay?" I asked.

"Fuck, no!" Krista replied, and then, more quietly, she said, "Oops, sorry. I mean,no, Craig, I'm not all right." With a giggle in her voice, she added, "That was the scariest thing I've ever seen." She put her arms around my chest, still straddling my thigh, and said, "You better let me hold onto you till I get back to normal."

This probably wasn't the result I expected when I decided to show the old movie to Krista, but I was now sitting on my couch, alone, with a beautiful eighteen-year-old girl, who had both arms wrapped around me. I felt a hot wave of excitement going through me, and that lump in the throat feeling, but I had my arms down by my sides, avoiding, or more to the point, fighting off, my natural instinct to embrace this lovely body. For a few moments, we stayed like that, neither of us speaking, until Krista broke the silence. "For God's sake, Craig," she said, lifting her head from my chest, "Put your arms around me, and hold me. We both know where this is leading."

"Krista," I said, "we better stop this now, because we can't do anything. You know that."

"Why not?" she asked, "I'm legal, I'm not virgin, and I'm safe."

I looked at her, unsure of which of those three things to address first, but before I spoke, Krista started again, and said, "Terry and I started doing it after I turned eighteen. Mum said it was better to be safe than sorry, and she took me to the doctor, and he put me on the pill."

"Was Terry your first?" I said, not that it was any of my business.

"Yes," she said, "He's the only one so far, but I'm hoping that'll change tonight." She looked at my mouth, and said, "Are you going to kiss me, or do I have to help myself?" Without waiting for an answer, Krista kissed me on the mouth. It was a fairly brief, but very exciting, kiss, and she broke it, and drew her head back, looking at me for my reaction. I didn't make her wait long. Consumed by a sudden, overwhelming desire for her, I moved my arms up, around Krista's shoulders, and pulled her to myself, kissing her hot and hard on her pretty mouth, holding the kiss as long as I felt decent.

When I broke the kiss, Krista took a breath, and said, "So, I guess that's your answer." She began to shuffle around a little, so instead of straddling my right thigh, she was now straddling both my thighs, and facing me. "Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked, holding her sexy little body, letting my hands move to the small of her back.

"Of course I want to do this," Krista whispered in the dark, kissing me once more, "I've wanted to do this for ages."

"Once it's done, it can't be undone," I said, as I felt the excitement welling up in me.

"Let's just do it," Krista responded. She moved in to kiss me again, and for the first time, out tongues met, as we kissed passionately, tasting and exploring each other's mouths. We kissed like that for a few moments, and as we broke the sexy kiss, I took hold of the hem of Krista's black, wicked witch dress, lifting it, and she took the weight on her own thighs, lifting her bottom so I could pull her dress up over her hips. Her black lace bikini pants were now exposed, and now that my eyes were adjusted to the darkness, I could see her properly. I reached down between Krista's legs, to brush against her pussy, feeling the warmth through the crotch of her panties.

"I'm all yours," Krista whispered, "You're the one with all the experience. You should take the lead, and show me what it's like to do this with a man."

"Let me take you into my room," I said, "We can be more comfortable in there."

"I want you to take charge," Krista whispered, with her lips almost touching mine, "I want you to say, 'I'm taking you to my room,' not 'Let me take you to my room." I could hear the smile in her voice.

"Okay," I said, "I'm going to take you to my room. Happy now?"

"Not as happy as I'm gonna be," Krista said. She slipped back off me, and stood in front of me as I sat on the couch, and she said, "Come on, take me to your room."

I stood up, and after what Krista had said about taking charge, I took hold of her, embracing her sweet, curvy body, and kissing her hard on the mouth. I felt a little shudder go through her body as I kissed her, and after breaking the kiss at my own leisure, I reached down abruptly, lifting her and throwing her over my right shoulder. "You're coming to my room now, " I said, as I started heading towards my bedroom door.

"This is what I meant by taking charge," Krista said, bent over my shoulder with her head down near my lower back, as I strode the few steps to my bedroom door, and once inside, I stepped over, and set her down on her feet, at the foot of my double bed. I was now sizzling with the desire to possess this beautiful girl, to have her carnally, and so satisfy the overwhelming lust she had ignited in me, but I was also conscious that she was just that- a girl, and as much as she had invited me to "take charge," I could not bring myself to just help myself to her body, plundering her sexually, without allowing her the option to set some boundaries.

I kissed Krista's soft, sweet mouth, one more time, and I said, "Krista, you told me to 'take charge,' but this is about you, too. Okay" She nodded, but didn't speak, and I said, "I'm going to take off your clothes, and put you on my bed, and I'm going to go down on you, but I'll only do that if you feel comfortable with it." I swallowed, and I added, "If I go down on you, and lick your pussy, it will give me a lot of excitement, and I think you'll like it too, but I'll only do it if you're okay with it."

"I've fantasised about you going down on me," Krista said, "so I'm more than just okay with it."

"I just don't want you to feel like you're being used," I said, gently, holding Krista by her slender shoulders, "I want you to enjoy this, too."

"Well, you better get my clothes off, then," Krista said, "I'll let you know if I feel uncomfortable, but I don't think that's gonna happen." I undid the buttons at the front of Krista's black wicked witch outfit, and slipped it over her shoulders, tossing it on the floor. In the moonlight coming though the window, I saw she was wearing a black sports bra, along with her black lace pants, and she looked down at her bra, and back up at me.

I unclipped Krista's bra, and slipped it off her, dropping it on the floor with her dress, and then I looked at her perky, firm, rounded breasts. "They're lovely," I said, as I gently fondled both breasts with my hands, stroking the nipples with my thumbs.

"They're sensitive, too," Krista whispered, looking down at her own breasts, then back up at me again. I bent down, gently kissing her right breast, then placing my lips over her nipple, and caressing it with my tongue. Krista took a sharp breath, and she shuddered again, and said, "That's nice."

I took my mouth from Krista's pretty little breast, and I said, "I might spend some time on those later, but right now, I'm going to put you on my bed, and go down on you."

Krista gave me an oddly solemn look, but did not speak, so I said, "I'm going to lick you on your pussy, Krista. I'm going to taste your clit, and I'm going to put my tongue up inside you. I'm telling you this so you know exactly what I'm going to do."

"Well, someone's gotta be the first," she said, smiling mischievously.

"You mean nobody's ever gone down on you?" I asked.

"Only you in my daydreams," she said, still with that cute little smile.

"So, you've got no problem with me kissing you, and tasting the most private part of your body?" I asked, "It's very intimate."

I saw Krista swallow, and she said, "I want it, just like I want you." I scooped her up in my arms, and carried her around to the side of my double bed, and placed her down on her back. I slipped her black lace panties off, and she assisted by lifting her bottom, looking at my face intently as I looked at her pussy for the first time.

Krista's pubic hair was natural, but grew in a neat triangle, and I gently ran the fingers of my left hand through her bush, and then pressed the tip of my long finger into the top of her pussy slit. "Would you prefer I was shaved?" Krista asked, speaking softly.

"No," I answered, looking down at her pretty little pussy, in the moonlight from the window, "You look beautiful down there." I very gently fondled her pussy lips with the fingers of my right hand, then stroked her labia with my thumb and first finger.

"That's good," she answered, still speaking softly, "because I was thinking about shaving myself. If you like it natural, I'll leave it that way."

"It makes you look more grown up," I said with a little chuckle, but Krista simply said, "I thought I heard you say something about licking me."

I had Krista lying on the right side of the double bed, so I knelt down on the floor, beside her, and parted her thighs very gently. Then, I moved down to kiss her on her inner lips, which were a little swollen, and just protruding from her outer labia. I kissed her again, and this time, I held the kiss, and gently worked my tongue between her inner lips, tasting her pussy, and the fluid that was oozing from her. The scent, and taste, of Krista's pussy were both exquisite, and immediately, my arousal went up about four notches.

As my tongue probed at her most secret spots, Krista sighed and said, "Mmmmmm, that feels so good. It's even better than I dreamed it would be." I worked my tongue down towards the opening of her pussy, tasting her there, and then working it inside her. Once again, Krista flinched a little, and took a shuddering breath, and I pushed my tongue right up inside her, gently tongue-fucking her for a few strokes.

I withdrew my tongue, and then swept it back up between her inner lips again, but this time there seemed to be more of her sweet, sexy nectar pooled there, so I swept some into my mouth, tasting and enjoying the fluids Krista's arousal had drawn from her.

Then, I gently brushed the left side of my tongue against her clit, and she gave a little involuntary jerk. "Ooh!" she said, "I didn't expect that."

I decided it was time to get a little serious with Krista's clit, so I worked my face a little further into her pussy, and she opened her thighs just a little wider to give me better access. My lips were now coated with her slippery sex fluids, so I placed them around her clit, and moved my mouth back and forth a few times, and almost immediately, I heard a throaty gasp from Krista's mouth, as I she lifted her pelvis from the bed. "Oh, Craig!" she cried out, "What'd you do then?"

I released her clit from my lips, and Krista relaxed. "That felt so good," she said, speaking quietly, but with a note of excitement in her voice.

"I can make you come, doing that," I said, looking at her face from down near her pussy, although once I said it, I hoped I hadn't lost my touch from lack of practice.

"Really?" Krista said, "I only get orgasms from touching myself."

"I thought you said you and Terry were having sex," I said.

"I never used to come, though," she said, "I wanted to, but it never happened."

"But you'vehadorgasms, haven't you?" I asked, thinking this had brought a new dimension to what Krista and I were about to do.

"Only when no-one else is around," she answered, with that smile again.

"Did you ever get on top?" I asked. Krista shook her head, and said, "Never. Terry's not very adventurous."

I stood up, and I walked around to the other side of the bed, and I lay next to Krista on her left side. I turned to my right, and put my left arm over her chest, and I held to her to me, and I said, "Krista, in my experience, women nearly always come when they get on top. Do you want to try that?"

She smiled, such a cute little smile, it was almost out of place in an encounter like this, and she said, "You really want to make me come?"

"Of course I do," I whispered, "I told you this was about you, too."

"Maybe we should get started," Krista said, and she sat up and moved down, to kneel next to me. She looked at my crotch, which was now bulging with my hard cock, and she said, "Do you want me to take your pants off?"

"One of us has to," I said, "And I guess I took yours off, so go ahead."

Krista undid my belt, and began to slip my jeans down, while I lifted my bottom to help out. "This was supposed to be you taking charge, but it's more like a team effort, now," she said, as she slipped my jeans and underwear off, and dropped them down with her dress on the floor. She looked at my erect cock, then at me, but said nothing.