For the Love of Clarissa

“Clarissa, I have to ask, sweetheart. How old are you?”

“How old should I be? What age is all right Tom?” Her brown eyes revealed the depth of her emotion as they bored into mine. “I think I’m in love with you. Please, make love to me. Please Tom.”

I groaned and threw the covers back. Sitting up, I reached out and drew my hand down her beautiful face.

“Tell me, Clarissa.”

She sighed. “Okay, I turned eighteen two weeks ago. I’m sorry I’m not older. I’m sorry I’m not the woman you need.”

Tears gathered in her eyes as she looked at me, her face mirroring the pain she felt. I crushed her body to mine and held her head close to me as she cried. I whispered how sorry I was, how incredibly sorry. I tried to explain that I had children older than her and even though she was eighteen and not the child I feared she was, I just couldn’t reconcile the age difference, but she only cried harder. I left her in my bed after she fell asleep, hesitant to disturb her, but I moved far away and thought about her for a long time before sleep claimed my tired body.

Ham. Yes, the wonderful smell of frying ham woke me. I realized that I was very hungry so I dressed and went downstairs. Clarissa stood in the kitchen whisking eggs in a large stainless steel bowl and tending the frying pan. She was still wearing only the skimpy t-shirt and panties that she’d slept in the night before, but the warm smile on her face lifted my spirits.

She handed me a cup of coffee and told me to sit down and talk to her while she cooked. I was glad to see that she felt better, but I could not help allowing my gaze to roam her body. She was small, very small. Standing about five feet tall, I guessed she couldn’t weigh much over one hundred pounds, if that. As she moved this way and that, scrambling eggs and making toast, I observed her quiet grace and found myself once more enraptured by her nearness. Her breasts were small, I could see that well under the thin top that covered them, but her nipples stood out tall, pressing enticingly against her shirt.

Once more, my cock began to swell and lust flowed through my veins, invigorating me. She barely took notice of me as she was caught up in her work. She rummaged through my cabinets, searching for this spice or that ingredient. It was clear she was at home in the kitchen, which almost belied her other persona of a worldly young lady, but it made me happy to have her there.

I retrieved the Saturday paper from the porch, sat back down and began to read as Clarissa cooked for me. At some point, she began to sing a folksy, Celtic-sounding song. Her voice was sweet, clearly ringing in each note perfectly and dropping to that husky sexual sound for the low notes. She was quite enchanting and I found myself humming along under my breath. Every now and then I felt her look at me and we spent the time before our meal smiling at each other like a couple of high school sweethearts.

At last, the tantalizing smells became real food and I ate heartily of the meal that Clarissa had provided me. I couldn’t believe how delicious everything tasted and I enjoyed her look of pleasure as I told her over and over how great a cook she was.

“Well, I did go to chef school in Tampa, but I’ve cooked nearly all my life. After my mother left us, Daddy taught me what he knew, which wasn’t much, and the rest I just picked up over the years. I hope to open my own restaurant one day; it’s my dream, and Daddy always said if anyone could do it, I could.”

Her eyes glowed with passion as she talked about her love of cooking, but I was more intrigued about her father. It was obvious that she loved him a great deal and I found it hard to believe she would just leave him and travel so far away.

“Can you tell me about your father, Clarissa?” I asked gently.

Tears filled her eyes and I regretted my question. Apologies spilled from my lips as I held her hand and tried to comfort her.

“No Tom, it’s alright. It’s just that Daddy died last month right before my birthday and I miss him so much.” She said. “He was a poor man, though he worked hard all his life. After he died, I lived in our apartment until most of the money was gone. I used what was left to buy my bus ticket and I left everything else behind with our neighbor. She said she’d try to sell what she could and mail me a check as soon as I give her an address.”

Once more the courage of this young lady touched my heart. I gave her a hug, relieved when she offered me a smile in return. I rose from the table and began cleaning the kitchen against her vehement protests, but I managed to convince her to go and get dressed so I could show her a little of the city.

I was just putting the last dish in the cupboard when Clarissa joined me again. This time she wore a pretty blue sundress and we left the house to spend a quiet Saturday out on the town. To my surprise about the only things she was interested in were the old churches and their lovely stained glass windows, the parks, and the restaurants downtown. I laughed and told her we couldn’t possibly eat at them all in just one day, and she giggled back at me and told me she just wanted to look at them.

When lunchtime came, I took her to a very quiet bistro that served delicious and interesting foods and enjoyed watching her devour everything on her plate. Somehow I was proud that my dining choice had impressed her and I let those feelings fill my heart as she put her arm in mine for our walk back home.

Home. I was beginning to think of it as her home too, which was silly and dangerous to my heart, but I didn’t care enough to stop myself. Clarissa was a delightful woman and I found myself wishing she could stay with me and make my home into hers as well.

It was late afternoon when we arrived at the house, and we decided to watch a movie. She snuggled close and laid her head on my shoulder just as she did on the bus. Smiling inside, and turned on once more, I allowed her to cuddle deeper into me and I let her put her hand on my chest and stroke me through my t-shirt. Something inside me told me to stop it, but I was helpless and she felt so good to me that all I could do was enjoy her attention.

We dozed off, lulled to sleep by the warmth of each other, and full bellies. Some hours later, the television showed only static when I opened my eyes to a dusk darkened living room. I craned my neck and managed to get a glance at my watch. It was after nine o’clock already; we must have been exhausted. I sat still, feeling every breath Clarissa took as she slept against me.

I believe I could have stayed there forever, her soft body cradled in my arms, her face pressing into my neck, her sweet breath against my throat. But she woke up not long after I did, yawning and stretching before giving me a dazzling smile. Her eyes were sleepy, soft, and incredibly sexy, and my reaction was all too predictable as my penis once more began to swell.

Of course, Clarissa noticed and leaned in, bringing her face to a fraction of an inch before mine. She placed her hand on the back of my neck and gently tugged me forward.

“Kiss me, Tom,” she breathed, licking her lips.

I couldn’t stop it, and I didn’t want to. I let her pull me closer, once more afraid that if I moved she would run away like a scared fox. We kissed, our lips barely touching. My head began to throb again, but it was not unpleasant. Clarissa controlled the movement and I happily, eagerly, allowed her to have her way. She snaked out her tongue and brought it forward to trace the outline of my mouth, exploring me, her eyes open and smoky. I moaned and struggled for composure, but she only gave a throaty laugh and avoided my searching mouth.

“Shh,” she whispered. “Do you want me?”

I hesitated. Like a fool, I hesitated. She sensed it at once and sadly drew away, her shoulders slumping with disappointment. I could only watch in agony as she began to withdraw.

“Clarissa, no!” I cried out suddenly, “Come here, please.”

Shining with new life she turned back to me, her face expectant.

“Oh, I love you darling. I love you so much.” I whispered, stroking her dark hair.

“I love you too, Tom. Let’s be happy, okay?”

I drew her back to me and this time took her all the way into my arms. Her face was so close, so lovely, and her lips were damp and parted. I covered them with mine and kissed her deeply. Her response was something I’d never experienced before and it took my breath away. Hungry, and so alive, she accepted my shy tongue eagerly. She sucked it inside herself and teased its length with her own. Where I was tentative, she was bold, searching for joy without restraint. I felt her adjust her breathing, her passion coming to the surface with great vigor and before I even realized it, she had unfastened my trousers and was pushing them down my hips.

Dumbly, I lifted and let her take them off of me. At last, my cock was free and she stood looking at it for a moment. Her eyes were glittering from the soft glow of the kitchen light as it filtered through the doorway; there had never been a more beautiful or sexy creature in the world and I truly adored everything about her. She lifted her dress and took it off, at last giving me a look at her body almost totally nude.

All I could do was stare and breathe a little faster. God, she was gorgeous. She was small, but she was clearly all woman. Her waist was tiny and delicate and her beautiful breasts bobbed sexily with every breath she inhaled. I looked at the spot where her panties dipped in to meet the flesh of her golden thighs and I could only imagine the delights that place held for me. My temples began that beat again and the room seemed to spin as Clarissa looked down at my waiting body and slowly peeled her panties down her bare legs.

“I’m going to love you, Tom. Don’t stop me,” she whispered, proud and naked. “Please, don’t stop me.”

I nodded and caught my breath; she was approaching me now slowly. I saw her stretch out one leg and drape it across my lap. She rose up and stood straddling me on the sofa. Right in front of my face was her beautiful, tiny pussy. It was almost hairless and I could see that she was aroused and wet, her fragrance assaulting my senses until I nearly fainted with desire.

Reaching down, she rubbed the flattened palm of her hand over her mound until it glistened from her juices. I heard her moan, and looking up I saw that her eyes were mere slits as she stared down at me. She began to rotate her hips, slinging her body back and forth, then side to side in a tantalizingly slow rhythm as she rubbed herself open. Her breaths were coming short and shallow, and she spread herself for me as she rocked silently.

“See Tom? Oh God, I want you so much,” she groaned.

I answered with a groan of my own and tried to touch her with my tongue. She sank down a fraction and shifting back, settled her clitoris right onto the tip of my tongue before letting those lips close around me as much as she could.

“Do it slow sweetheart. Lick me slowly and let me cum right on your tongue.”

I couldn’t believe the words that were slipping so seductively out of the mouth of this angel. Her voice was low and sexy, her moans excruciatingly deep. My cock grew swiftly and I longed to push it inside her, but she wanted pleasure from me first and she was going to get it.

I moved experimentally, my body shaking, my heart pounding. I flexed my tongue against her, instantly feeling her answering jolt and hearing the hiss of pleasure that tore from her throat. Her clitoris was hard and swelling rapidly. She whispered for me to go slow one more time, then she completely lost herself in the moment.

It was torture to go slow, I wasn’t even sure that I knew how, but somehow I managed to control myself and spent some time exploring her with my lips and tongue. Unable to resist, I plunged into her heat with one movement and was rewarded instantly by a flood of sweet, thick juices as they flowed into my mouth. Suckling now, I closed my lips around the full of her soft lips and drank from her. She whimpered and began to grind her pussy into my face.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Make me cum.”

Encouraged by her enthusiasm, I brought my hands up to cup her buttocks. She was so firm, yet so soft, and she responded to every touch I made. Pulling her forward with my hands on her bottom, I dared to pick up my speed. I held her in place as she thrashed above my head, her hair whipping about her face and her body trembling. I used my tongue to snake up through her slippery labia, pressing it against her clitoris, lapping at it until she doubled over, put her hands on my back and began to hump my face.

She was so exciting, so turned on, and she wanted me. I couldn’t believe it, and my appreciation showed in the movements my mouth made upon her softness. I lashed at her clitoris repeatedly, supremely satisfied when her grunts of pleasure reached my ears. She tilted back, her hips widening just a fraction, her sex slipping open, and all I could think about was falling into her and drowning.

“Oh Tom,” she groaned, clenching her tummy tight as she began to ride with the pleasure. “I’m going to cum.”

And she did. This time, there was no doubt about her climax as she clutched my head and rubbed her delicious pussy against my face. I sucked up all that she could give me and tightened my grip on her waist. Easing her down as slowly as I could, I laid her on the couch and continued to feed from the center of her body while she trembled and released over and over. Her whimpers began to die away as her contractions lessened and I rested my cheek against her thigh listening to her whispered words of love.

When she had calmed, she rose up on one elbow and lifted my face in her small hand. I saw that her eyes were filled with tears. Concerned, I tried to question her, but she shushed me and smiled, pulling me up until my face was close enough to kiss. Tenderly, she pulled my tongue into her mouth and tasted herself, kissing me with gentle passion. I could only stare at her as she pulled away.

Moving to position myself above her, I was surprised when she stopped me, indicating that I should lie down. Like a little boy, I did, exposing my aging body to her without fear. I could see the love that she held for me in her soft brown eyes and I was no longer afraid.

Her hair fell forward as she took me into her hand, a soft sigh of delight slipping from her throat. Wanting to see her, I reached down and gathered her hair into one hand and held it across her shoulder. She smiled up at me, sinking to her knees on the floor and tightening her grip. I moved reflexively, the feel of her tiny hand wrapped around my large cock almost too much to take. She pumped twice, then lowered her head and breathed on me. I held my own breath. Was she going to take me into her sweet, little mouth, or was she going to stroke me until I squirted my seed onto her lips?

I had to wait an agonizingly long time as she just looked at me, testing my hardness with alternating squeezes, and tiny little pumps. I moaned and opened my lips to beg, but as usual, she sensed my need and lowered her lips until they covered the crown of my hard cock.

The groan that slipped from my throat surprised even me in its intensity. I felt my balls tighten; I struggled to move, and then reached down to pull her away.

She knew already, but she teased me anyway with a question in her eyes. I choked out another ragged moan before I finally found my voice.

“Don’t darling. You’ll make me cum too soon. I want to make love to you.”

She paused a moment, then reached for my shaft again.

“So you shall my love, but I need to taste you first.”

I gasped as she swallowed my length without warning, my balls heaving dangerously. She gripped the flesh at the base of my cock and pinched hard, extracting a hiss of pain from my throat, but also effectively delaying my orgasm. I watched then, content to let her do as she wanted, but my juice started to boil again almost immediately. It wouldn’t be long before I was squirting into her mouth and the anticipation was as sweet as the feel of her lips tugging at my flesh.

That she obviously had experience did not trouble me. In fact, I was glad of it and still thought of her as an innocent child. Her innocence was in her perception of the world around her and the way she looked at everything with wonder and joy. Half the male population of the world could have touched her and she would still have been innocent to me.

Struggling hard to retain at least a little control, I watched her head move as she began an excruciatingly sexy up and down motion. Her lips were like velvet, rough and smooth at once and it was as if I could feel every pore open up to absorb the essence of myself that was now extruding from the tip of my cock. Clarissa sucked as she moved, sighing deep in her throat at every ounce of precum that touched her tongue.

“Mmm,” I murmured, “feels good honey.”

She lifted off, stared at me for a second then resumed her sucking with fresh hunger. After only a moment of her exquisite strokes of tongue on cock, I stiffened my buttocks and groaned as I felt the moment of orgasm approach. Taking heed of the changes in my body, Clarissa lifted off once more and nudged my thighs apart. I moaned in protest but did not attempt to stop her.

She fisted my cock but did not pull. Lowering her head, she nuzzled her nose against my balls and inhaled my scent. My thighs trembled and I flexed, propelling my cock upwards through her slippery hand. Very slowly, she slid that velvety tongue out, heavily wetted with her saliva and began a torturous exploration of the tight skin that housed my testicles. I could not contain my groans any longer and heard them thunder loudly through the still air. My cock heaved again and she paused long enough to sweep the fresh juice away that had seeped out and then she returned her attention to my balls.

Every lick was like a wave of fire, every stroke a surge of new pleasure, and all the while her grip on my cock never changed. She kept a firm hold as she moved her tongue all over and around my balls. I was moaning constantly and subconsciously seeking to climax, thrusting my hips and flexing my body, but Clarissa remained in control. She surrounded both balls at the same time and licked passionately, her hard little tongue stabbing at my sensitive flesh. I reached down with my other hand and pressed her closer.

The air was thick with the scent of sex and I licked my lips, thirsty for the taste of her. Now, she was moving faster, her head a blur of motion as she tongued my balls over and over. I felt her teeth touch down and nearly came when she pulled with them, stretching my skin even tighter. Her fingers replaced her teeth, pulling my flesh taut as she ran her tongue repeatedly over the hard little balls themselves.

Orgasm was imminent and I sought no control; I merely moaned and shuddered as the first wave rose from my balls and traveled the length of my hard shaft. It surprised me, but not Clarissa. Instantly she was in place, her sexy mouth forming a perfect oval as she readied herself to accept my juice.

“Oh Clarissa. Oh baby, I’m cumming.” I groaned.

She whimpered and extended her tongue. I watched in disbelief as my cum fired out of my cock in several long, drawn out bursts and sweet Clarissa hungrily drank it all down. Blast after blast hit her extended tongue and she only searched for more. When the last stream had been accepted and swallowed, she sank her lips down and suckled while I trembled, then she ceased her movements and simply held me in her mouth. My heartbeat slowed eventually, my breath returned to normal, and I felt love stronger than anything I’d ever felt before.

I reached down and lifted her up to me, kissing her deeply and tasting my own seed. Her movements were sexual but not hungry; I could tell that she wanted to be held and I was more than happy to comply. We rested there, she in my arms, and me in paradise until night had fallen completely.