Author: Goonman G.
Tags: hebo, ddlg, romance, group, prostitution, grooming
I step out of my newly moved house in Istanbul to go get my beloved rice and grilled chicken wings meal of the day at the nearby small shabby old restaurant two streets below (but where the food is tastier than in an upscale restaurant, probably subjective due to me having lived in poverty as a child resulting in me being more emotionally attached to these not so hygienic but delicious food delivering places), I realized that I was right on time to see middle school and high school freshmen girls that from the expression on their faces some seemed happy, some seemed sad, some seemed angry, some seemed cocky, I was always attracted to the depressed or cocky ones for some reason, more than I was attracted to the happy ones.
I leered at their attempts at a cleavage (failed due to barely having any tits) and the short school skirts and uniforms they were wearing, some noticing it and acting like I didn't exist or I was a booger to avoid looking at, some matching my gaze and giving a faint smile, some looking curious then diverting their attention back to their classmates, walking around in their transparent knee socks that hinted at their skinny young legs and white unbuttoned shirts that showed off their tiny round perky cherry top sundays that had me skipping a few heartbeats and risking to be spotted staring by one of the parents or teachers.
One that particularly caught my attention was this either tanned or southeastern (hard to tell the difference between the two, most kurds look like sunburnt jews, though this one looked less kurd and more arab / turkish) brunette, slim, about 1.35 to 1.40 meters tall girl that seemed to be about twelve or thirteen, dark green eyes and plump pink lips that stirred an urge in me to bite, but the thing that knocked me on my back was the view of her unbuttoned shirt that permit a downblouse view of her tanlined, round, soft, perky and potruding boobs the size of a small apple that was whiter than the rest of her skin, letting me know she didnt sunbathe topless and causing an urge to taste and bite them to see how sweet they really are. I hate fruit and vegetables usually but I wanted to try these apples.
She drags her school bag walking in the same direction as me dreamily looking in the sky, looking around, looking down, and finally looking at me and I grievingly depart my eyes from the beautiful view she provided me fearing some sort of reproach from her or someone else around. As we're approaching the end of the street where I must take right (and she probably would take left) I see her looking at me for way too long than you would if you were simply curious. Her confidence and lack of fear only makes me idealize her even further than I already am doing. We take a few seconds staring at each other.
My lust combined with my love for dangerous situations combined with my self destructive instincts make me think of chatting her up. I know the things that could happen but it's like there's no reason to live anyways if I can't at least exchange a few words with this beautiful creature. Now I've never been good at cold approaching and spontaneous conversations, all the girlfriends I had and the sex I got was from circles and from situations where it was typical to chat, using whatever situational thing from the school subjects to the work drama to the chit chat about the thing at hand leading to more fun stuff. I decide to just let whatever is in my mouth to come out and to try to work from that.
"What are you looking at?" with a big smile to make sure she knows I'm playful and not questioning her or anything aggressive.
"Nothiiiiiiiing" she manages to dish out and averts her gaze to the burning asphalt with a faint insecure smile.
"Am I that handsome?" impressed with myself that I got this far. Looks like the god of autism has bestowed his mercy upon me today.
She breaks out in an adorable but also seductive giggle and doesn't say anything back.
"Are you going home?" I say realizing I might've sounded like a rapist or kidnapper but at least the convo is going on.
"Yeah...I wanted to go outside with my friends but mom wants me to do homework" she shoots back with a disappointed expression on her face.
"Can I come to your home too?" I put on my fake playful smile again trying to make this question land on a softer pillow.
"Noooooooo my mom would kill me" she laughs and leaning forward laughing basically killing me with a full nice view of her jailbait tits.
I make a disappointed face and say "Well cool, do you like durum?" which is a local dish of skewered ground beef wrapped in a falafel and various sauces inside.
She says "Yeah....why?" and I say "Well, I'm going to a durum place and maybe I could buy you one, we'll finish it fast and you'll be home in no time and mom wont be mad"
She says "Uhhhh....ok" and I give her a smile & scissor her cute ample cheek with two fingers instructing her to say I'm her teachers helper if anyone asks.
We arrive at my favorite eating spot (and also refuge from the stresses and sorrows of life with some turkish music from the 60's eating a kebab and whatnot) and I pull out the chair for her to sit in front of me. She sits down and we order our food, I enjoy my chicken wings smearing grease all over my fingertips and admiring her while she excitedly chomps on her durum.
"So what's your name?" I laughed realizing I didn't even ask.
"Buse" she smiles and extends her tiny little hand. I kiss it when I think that the restaurant owners arent looking.
"What grade?" I utter as I rudely savor my chicken wings and onion tomato salad.
"7" she replies with her mouth full. I'm glad she can do that so well.
"Are you nervous about high school?" I try to continue the convo getting the sensation that I'm going to muck this up.
"A little. I am afraid the senior girls might bully me" she opens up.
"Are you popular in class right now?" waiting to see if I have a cracked door I can get in or if she doesnt need me.
"Well....not really I guess. The guys call me a boy for having smaller breasts than the other girls. I get bullied all the time"
I attempt to make voice lower in case I get lynched by these roaches if they hear me and reassure her "Why? Your boobs are still cute and you're quite pretty as it is, maybe they make fun of you cuz they like you."
I see life come back to her eyes and her chest puff proudly, hypnotizing me with her potruding little nipples and superb little breasts. "Do you think that? They saw I'm weird and call me mosquito bites and I dont know if thats a good thing at all."
I almost whisperingly say "Well, if I was a boy in your class, I would make fun of you to get you to notice me and try to make you like me and make you my girlfriend for sure". I try not to be too direct to have her stranger danger conditioning not kick in.
Her posture is getting even more confident and she's beaming with pride and happiness, revealing her hidden beauty and charm. There's nothing I wouldn't give to see her like this all the time, it's so hard to believe she exists. Too good to live in this world with these people around her.
"Do you really think I'm pretty? Why dont you like girls with big boobs and bigger age than mine?" causing the words "exposed" and "found out" float around in lightning speed in my poor scared mind.
"Yes, trust me, you are a really hot and cute little thing, I'm sure all the boys in your class want to be with you but are afraid to be rejected. I would definitely take the risk if I was one of the boys. It's worth to try with a girl that looks like you" I give her a smile trying to use the 1 percent of not being a threat room that I left for myself.
She plays with a side of the meat in her durum and says "Thanks, you are being very nice to me though you dont have to. Nobody has said things like this to me before, sorry"
I place my hand on her small warm jailbait hand feeling some weird floating feeling in my belly looking at her and say "I'm not being nice. I'm just saying the truth"
She left the crustier parts of the durum inside the wrapping and stood up. She walked up to me on my side of the table and gave me two cheek kisses (which I struggled to not turn into a kiss of her delicious lips by moving my head in front of all these people) and thanked me for the food and the nice words. I caressed her lower back holding myself back hardly from grabbing her cute little ass and replied "You're welcome. Take care of these hot little things" pointing at her chest with my eyebrow like the Turks do. They can point you to Baghdad with their head and eyebrow movements, hands dont seem to be anything for other than grabbing kebabs and beating their viwes for them.
Her cheeks turn red as she covers her chest with her hands in a quick motion and puts on this slight smile / embarasment face that made my heart melt. She says "I will." and I say you better do. I watch her skip out of the restaurant glaring at her beautiful long legs in knee socks and skirt that the wind seems to pervertly try to lift up to get a view of those underage panties and cameltoe.
