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I hit SEND.

No reaction from Amanda. She's still talking with Mateo.

One of her friends, a redhead, turns in her seat, sort of shielding herself as she looks at her phone.

I feel a wave of relief spread through me as I get DING from a reply message back.

HY, U DTF?

It wasn't Amanda. My knees feel weak, and I actually feel a little dissapointed, I admit. I quickly shake those thoughts off, and message back.

ALWYS, SND PIC IF U SND BCK

I see the girl grin and take a selfie, holding her fingers in a V in front of her face.

I see the picture on my phone. She's cute. Not beautiful like Amanda, but she has a nice face with high cheekbones and nice lips. Good for sucking cock. From the pic and what I can see through the window, she's probably on Amanda's lacrosse team. She's definitely fit enough, and is wearing matching yoga pants.

My penis shifts again. Hmmm. How old could they actually be? When was Amanda born? I was doubting myself, now. Since they'd moved away for a couple of years and come back, I think I might be miscalculating. Maybe they weren't underage at all.

I glanced surreptitiously at Amanda, who was picking up the coffees with a disgruntled expression. It's wrong, I know, but I kind of wished it had been her.

I shook my head again. Not gonna happen, asshole.

I send a picture I keep on hand for just this type of occasion. It's a good pic, a selfie I took a couple of months earlier at the gym (yeah I know, but it gets the point across quickly, gives all the info a hookup needs).

Amanda turns back to the table, shakily holding the four cups and her friends get up to help her. I see that the redhead leaves the phone on the table as they each grab their cups and sit down. I straighten up and check myself out in the mirror before leaving my office and moving slowly towards the coffee bar.

Red still hasn't looked at the phone. They're whispering something between themselves as I go towards Mateo and give him a wave. He immediately starts making my coffee. I'm standing, waiting with my back turned to the girls when I feel a grip on my arm.

I turn my head and see Amanda smiling up at me. She's tiny compared to me, like her mother and aunt (another fox), her head barely comes up to my chin, and up close I can't help but admire how gorgeous she grew up to be. Her eyes are a smoky grayish color, her skin not quite dusky, but with an exotic tinge to it that's not quite mediterranean, even though she has a good tan from being outdoors, you can tell from the band of lighter skin from a bikini strap around her shoulders.

I'm a pretty big guy, I work out and stand a bit over six feet. I could probably have wrapped my hands around Amanda's waist and have my fingertips touch at the middle. I could've done that. But I didn't, of course.

"Mandy-monster! what are you doing here?"

Jeez, I hadn't called her that in years. What the fuck?

She seemed startled, at first, but laughed and threw her arms around me. Holy shit she was petite. I picked her up like she was a leaf, and she kicked her legs and giggled as I shook her. Her skin smelled like roses or jasmine or one of those girly fragances that linger after she's left your bed. I could also smell papaya or something from her hair, which cascaded around her shoulders.

I felt her small frame in my arms and my dick twitched. OH FUCK.

I quickly let her go and turned towards Mateo, but kept an arm around her shoulders so it wouldn't seem weird.

"I just wanted to get some coffee, and we were nearby, so I told the squad we should swing by." She pointed behind her.

Her girlfriends were looking at me with clearly admiring gazes, if I do say so myself. They were all four of them cute, Red actually standing out from the other three. She was looking at me intently. I guessed that she'd seen my pic. I held her gaze for a second longer than the others, gave her a quick grin which I later expanded to the rest of the group.

I know I'm good looking, don't hate me, but it's true. I haven't gotten laid as often as I have from my charming personality.

"Hmmmm, these coffees weren't Irish, were they?" I asked, maybe a little hopefully.

Amanda laughed, and shook her head.

"No, no, we can't do that, yet." She smirked. "As far as you know..." she laughed throatily.

She was baiting me, the little minx. She'd known me from childhood, and probably saw me as an uncle, but this was a side of her I'd never seen. Of course, we'd never really met outside of family stuff.

I laughed with her. "Hey, I don't need any trouble from the law, little missy."

I grabbed the coffee Mateo had placed by my hand and moved closer to the table.

"Well, aren't you going to introduce me?" Once more I held Red's gaze a second longer than the rest. She was smiling shyly, a bit nervously. Good.

Amanda pointed around the table. "Becky, Trudy, Lana and Mikayla..."

Red was apparently called Lana. Nice.

"This is... well, I don't even know how to describe you, really. Almost-uncle? Heartbreaker extraordinaire? The boyfriend who left me at the altar?"

I froze.

What?

I barely remembered that, hadn't thought about it in years, but it came flooding back with a vengeance. Amanda, all of nine or ten years old, had asked me to marry her one day when she grew up. It had been extremely cute and endearing, even though the girl I'd taken to that party had actually gotten jealous of the child because I'd spent the rest of the night with her on my lap and called her my 'fiancee'.

My face must've been a map of confusion, because Amanda burst out laughing and hugged me again. Her friends laughed with her, Lana a little more quietly than the others.

I composed myself as she made the proper introductions.

"So you own this place?" Lana's voice was quite fetching, actually, kind of husky. Taking her in more carefully, I saw she had a tank top on, much shorter than the strappy shirt Amanda and the others wore. She had a pierced belly button ring, too. Which I loved. She was taking me in at the same time, and our eyes were glued to each other's as I answered her.

I'd been unfair with her, she was actually really pretty. Her pale skin and dusting of freckles, and her red hair, of course, marked her irish heritage clearly, green eyes sparkling with a mischevous glint as she became more and more comfortable with the situation.

Maybe she'd been messing around, I thought, but now, here in front of her, the thought was definitely in her head. She'd been using a hookup app and a possible hookup had presented itself. I wondered what she'd do.

"So what are you beautiful young ladies up to today?" I can turn the charm on like a motherfucker, belive me.

Amanda lifted her coffee cup and took a swig before answering. "We're going shopping, of course, we've got to be ready for graduation."

It was like she read my mind and answered my unasked question. Graduation. So the chances of them being underage became slimmer. Good. I was starting to warm up to the idea of fucking the young redhead, and was glad.

"When's the big date?"

"Oh, in about two months."

"Nice."

"So what kind of books do you print, here?" Lana asked throatily, looking into my eyes.

"All kinds, really. We get a lot of orders..." I held her gaze, knowing what she wanted to hear. "Some are more... particular... than others, I suppose."

"Do you print Amanda's dad's books, here?" Still holding her gaze.

"Absolutely..." I remembered that we weren't alone, and I turned towards the others, who didn't seem to be as interested. "We also do a lot of corporate stuff and 3D printing."

I turned back to Lana "But yeah, books are my favorite part of the business."

She actually shivered. I'm in. I knew. I just need to separate her from the herd, now.

Amanda cleared her throat and grabbed my arm again.

"Yeah, daddy's naughty books are printed here..." she whispered, even thought they were the only customers in the coffee bar. The other girls giggled and Lana in particular moistened her lips before smiling.

Damn. She looked better by the minute. It's amazing what sluttiness adds to the level of hotness of a pretty girl.

"So you girls are familiar with his books, eh?" I shook my head as if reproachfully.

"Only Lana and me have read them, these other prudes haven't." Amanda pointed to the other girls, who blushed furiously and giggled again.

Something she said stuck in my head. She said that she'd also read her father's books. I don't know why that struck me as strange after all. She was a definitely healthy young woman who was most likely sexually active by now, but the way she called the others prudes... that brought the image of a naked Amanda again, except this time I was bending her over the railing of the balcony of my apartment, as I'd done to so many oher young women. My dick twitched again.

I met Amanda's eyes and there was something a bit more than playful in them.

Lana cleared her throat, making me glance back at her. Her eyes were furnaces now, staring into mine.

"I'd love to know more about the process... do you do tours?"

There it was. My opening. I was about to reply that yes, I'd be happy to show her around, when Amanda put her hand on top of mine.

"We really should get going, maybe some other day?" I turned towards her and saw that she was looking at Lana, not me.

The two friends seemed to have some sort of exchange with just their eyes, Lana smiled at Amanda, but there was an edge to it. Something weird was going on there that I wasn't aware of, I thought.

"Nah, I'm good, I think I'll stay here and have that tour. I'll catch up to you guys later."

Amanda was silent for a second, staring at her, before tightening her grip on my hand and letting go quickly. She finally met my eyes and smiled.

"Well, I guess you have work to do. We'll get out of your way."

I had no idea what the fuck was going on, but the girls started scooting out of the booth so I had to stand and make room. Lana came over to stand next to me, hands on her hips. Amanda didn't look at her anymore as they said their goodbyes and left. She gave me another hug, which I returned eagerly.

"Hey, don't be a stranger, ok?"

She held on to my forearms as she stood on tip toes and kissed my cheek. She'd never done that, ever. It caught me off guard.

"Bye... I'll see you around, right?"

"Of course, whenever you want..." I said that a little breathlessly.

Turning towards Lana she held out her hand. The redhead glanced at me before shrugging and handing her the cell phone.

"Thanks. Next time charge your own." She was definitely upset. Her tone had turned frosty.

What?

"Sorry..." Lana said bashfully.

Amanda turned and walked out, but not before casting a last glance back at me, which I met with what I'm sure was a confused look. Then she was gone.

I felt Lana's hand on my arm.

"So about that tour...?"

I had no idea what had happened, but the heat that was coming off the fiery redhead was enough to turn my thoughts back towards what really mattered.

Young, tight, pussy.

Mateo rolled his eyes and shook his head at me as I ushered Lana into my office. I had barely finished closing the door when she glued herself to me, her face turning up towards mine, lips hungrily seeking my own.

She was extremely enthusiastic and aggressive. I wrapped my arms across her bare midriff and felt her begin to sweat. My hand drifted naturally to her ass and I grabbed a nice handful. Her hands were in my hair, pulling me down towards her, and she was grinding herself against me. Our tongues explored each other's mouths for minutes, standing there against my office door. It was pretty exciting, and any confused thoughts about what had happened flew out the window as my cock grew stiff and began rubbing against the moistening crotch of her yoga pants.

Finally I pulled her red hair gently but firmly, separating long enough to draw breath and ask the question. I had to be sure.

"I'm not going to appear on the news, am I?"

She laughed huskily. "Not since last week..." She began rubbing my dick through my pants.

That was good enough for me.

I picked her up easily, and she squealed. She wasn't as small as Amanda, as petite, but was still a light load for me to carry over to my office couch. She began kissing and biting my neck, which sent shivers down my spine. I dropped her into place and let myself fall on top of her, carefull not to crush her, but rubbing my erect tent over the dark stain that had spread across her tight fitting yoga pants. She moaned as she felt my weight on her, pressing over her slit and she started grabbing at my polo shirt.

I took it off in one smooth, practiced motion and she gasped appreciatively. I'm not bodybuilder buff, but I was definitely excellent shape, and she began running her hands over my chest and abs, rubbing and squeezing until she came to my bulge. She was panting now, her own excitement sending her ahead, and I used the seconds she took unfastening my pants to take in the sight of her.

Her flame red hair was in disarray, splayed out across the couch, her lips puffy from our fierce kissing, her green eyes were glazed with lust and she was grunting with how long it was taking her to undo my belt and pants. Her pale skin was flushed from excitement and her chest was heaving, breasts barely contained in the tight tank top. Her body was fit and toned as well, her abs stretching and flexing as she breathed. The belly button piercing glinted in the light, and I felt the urge to run my tongue across her stomach.

She finally got my pants undone and reached inside, her eyes widening as she took out my dick. I said before, I've got a pretty decent cock, I've been told. Her fingers barely touched around my girth, and her mouth fell open as she began stroking it against her moist crotch.

"Jeeezus..." she moaned.

"You ready to take that cock inside you?" I whispered softly. I usually started this way with a new fuck, since I don't know what she liked or how she liked to get it. Dirty but not that much. Not that forceful, but not aimless either.

"Oh fuck.. yes... fuck me now.. fuck me NOW..."

So she wanted it hard and fast. I was only too happy to oblige. But first, there were niceties that had to be observed. I bent over her and kissed her again, with a bit of the same force she'd shown. She responded hungrily. She bucked her hips against me and wrapped her legs around my waist. as I pulled her up easily and sat back down with her on top now. I hooked my thumbs underneath her tank top and pushed it up and above her head, her arms following easily as I left her there naked from the waist up.

Her tits were nice, actually pretty big, considering the top she was wearing, with dark pink areolas that pointed out towards me, her nipples hard. I immediately took one into my mouth and began sucking on it, making her moan as I squeezed her tit at the same time. With my other hand I reached down and into her pants, her sweat making it easy for me to glide past and underneath her panties, stretching the fabric as I reached inside her from behind. Her pussy was so wet that my fingers slid in all the way into her on the first try.

"oooooooooooooooohhhhmmmmmmm.. fuck.. fuck..." She shivered against me and panted. I kept sucking on her tits and fingering her for a minute, driving her crazy.

She grabbed me by the hair again and pulled my face up to her. "Fuck me NOW..."

I complied. I shifted us quickly, placing her back down on the couch and pulled her pants off, taking her pink thong along for the ride. At some point she had kicked off her shoes, but the garment was still slick with sweat and her own juices, so it took some pulling on my part. When I was done I dropped it and she lay there before me in all her nakedness, eyes half lidded and shivering with anticipation. Her pussy was pink and glistening, inviting me to dive into it.

Even though she looked like a nice kid, I never play with my johnson.

I reached for my pants and pulled out a rubber from my back pocket. She sat up and took it from my hands as I opened the packet. I was worried that she'd be one of the crazy ones who want to ride bareback, which I don't do, ever, but she giggled as she grabbed my hard cock in her dainty hand and lined the condom over the head. The way she expertly rolled it over my prick made me think that it was probably a good idea I was using one.

Once my shaft was covered, she guided it towards her moist opening.

She might have had some experience, but she was fucking tight. As the head of my cock speared her lips open she gasped and retreated, but with conviction she lifted her hips and wrapped her legs around me. Gotta love an athlete. I saw that she wanted it rough from her frustrated groan, so I took matters into my own hands. Literally.

I grabbed her by the waist and buried myself in her in one go. She screamed.

I'd installed soundproofing in my office years ago, when the pussy train rolled into town and never left. Even so, I'm sure Mateo must've heard. I usually put music on so as to hide the sounds, but I'd forgotten in the haste to fuck this young, wild thing.

Lana had dug her fingers into my back. Luckily she had short nails, they probably interfered with the lacrosse stick, otherwise they would've dug furrows across my shoulders. She was arching her back, her mouth opening and closing silently after her initial scream. Her pussy constricted my dick, and I'm glad that I use condoms with lube (and spermicide). She was much tighter than I'd expected, and while I don't think I'd taken her virginity, maybe I'd been the biggest she'd had inside her.

I withdrew slowly and slid inside again, while she recovered from the initial invasion. She was gasping for breath, and I bent over her, my nose close to her own, and began to lick and suck on her lower lip. Her eyes were fluttering. I thought for a minute that maybe she'd cum, but I didn't think so.

I continued sliding in and out of her, getting a lovely squeeze on my dick each time, making sure I'd stay hard for a good while. It felt as if she was getting wetter, which was a good sign.

Her eyes became focused again and she began licking me back, pushing her tongue into my mouth as I pistoned in and out of her. It was really amazing. Her breathy panting in between kisses was actually turning me on a lot more than I thought, but I was sure I could last for a while yet.

I fucked her like that until I felt she was comfortable, then I unwrapped her legs from around me and lifted them to my shoulders. She held on to my arms as I reached even deeper inside of her, her eyes rolled back into her head again. After a few pumps like that I knew she was cumming, because I felt the strained tightening in her velvet walls.

She began grunting loudly with each thrust, her breasts were bouncing in circular fashion, big areolas drawing my eyes, so I bent over and took one into my mouth. This of course bent her even more and drove my dick all the way to the bottom of her. She grabbed onto my hair and screamed into my face.

I kept pumping inside her, fucking her close up. She was shaking like a leaf every time I entered her and her grunts had become incoherent mumblings. Her eyes were opening and closing as if she was coming in and out of a trance. I felt a little tingling in my balls from the tightness of her pussy, but I was still good.

I separated from her and turned her around so she was facing down, ass up on the couch. She was still incoherent, but she was sighing and smiling. Drooling a bit, too. It was all good.

I climbed on top of her and entered her again, this time pistoning in and out without trying to hold myself back. I saw her ass jiggle as I thrust inside her, and she started to moan loudly again. She bit into one of the cushions on my couch.