Sheri Frick
Lust Against Her Will
Chapter 1
She came out of the back door of her house, sleek and graceful, all pale, flashing legs and flowing blonde hair, all bright blue eyes and soft, red, perpetually pouting lips, all quick, lithe youthfulness, with a subtle yet easily perceptible aura of sensuality about her that said: She's ready.
Nickie Darcy tossed the thick towel over the back of a lawn chair with practiced expertise, never glancing in the direction of her target. Her eyes were only for the beckoning coolness of the pool, ahead.
The dark knit fabric of her two-piece swimsuit was an inviting contrast to the pale softness of her flesh. The suit was skimpy to begin with, and she had grown-to be sure-since she'd first gotten it the year before.
She was tall for her few years, almost five foot four. But she was fresh-faced, almost childlike in the hints of baby-fat lingering in her lovely countenance.
Her throat was graceful and smooth, an invitation to the lips of lecherous men and hot young boys. It flowed in clean young lines to her slender shoulders. There was a light sprinkling of freckles, so faint that they were almost invisible, across her upper chest.
Everything about her was so like a young girl-child.
Her waist was trim and smooth, her stomach and abdomen fat. Beneath the gentle softness of lingering baby-fat so thoughtlessly pressed by the elastic waist-band of her swimsuit bottoms were taut muscles. She loved to swim and run and ride her bike-and if the sensations of the bicycle seat jostling against her almost hairless little cunt lips and the dormant nubbin of her – clitoris, sending sweet waves of delight rippling through her slender frame, were an added incentive for the journeys down shaded roads, what of it?
Her hips were slender, barely stretched with the onset of puberty. And her ass was the tight, molded, saucy half-moons of a young girl-child, clearly outlined in its perky movements by the tight bottoms.
Her legs were long and slim, trimly athletic and shapely in their gentle curves. Her legs made men think of base pleasures, pleasures that were surely unknown to the finely made girl-child who walked on those marvelous legs.
But if all else about her seemed to say she was but a beautiful girl-child, they were overruled by her breasts.