Annie Comes Of Age
By AmazonFan
A young girl makes a strong impression

How long have I known Annie?  Seven or eight years it seems.  She moved in 
with her parents into the house beside ours.  I guess there were some domestic 
problems.  Her father moved out, but Annie's mom was smart enough to hire a 
great divorce lawyer and kept the house and apparently got a great alimony 
settlement.

I still say "our house".  Force of habit.  I'm a widower.  We never had kids.  
Simply didn't want them.  But Annie, even back at age 10 was fresh and funny 
and smart and very "adult."  So we spent a lot of time together, especially after 
the divorce.

Stop right there.  She wasn't Lolita and I didn't think of her that way.

But then there's that "convergence" of events.  My wife dies.  Her father leaves.  
We just got to know each other better.  I taught her about chess and Mozart.  She 
taught me about computers and the Internet.

Again, to clarify things, there was nothing ravishingly sexual about this girl.  She 
was pretty, yes, but I'd seen her grow up in braces, etc. and she was no more 
than a pleasant girl.  I don't think she dated that much in high school.

So last fall she goes off to State.  Wants to be a pre-med.  On the swimming team.  
Her mother gave me regular updates.  I guess I kind of missed our chats 
together.  I tried mastering emails and instant messages, but our contacts were 
sporadic.

Shift gears to last week - second week of June.  I'd just come back from two 
weeks of rain and cold in Alaska and all I wanted was sun and warm.  Forecast 
for the day was sunny and 88.  I decided to play hooky and ditch the office.  Hey, 
I've paid my dues.

I was upstairs on the side of the house that faces Annie's and I'm walking by a 
window and something just catches my eye.  I look down and there's a girl there 
and she's wearing a golden thong bikini.  But I just don't know who this is.  She 
is, even from a distance, statuesque.

Okay, so now I'll confess to the naughty neighbor part.  I ran to the other side of 
the house, grabbed my binoculars, and ran back.  I wear glasses.  Sometimes it 
takes me a bit of time to get the focus right.

"Holy fucking shit," I muttered.  It was Annie.  Okay, that's no surprise to you, 
but it sure as shit was to me at the time.  The transformation in her body seemed 
incredible.  She looked taller, although I couldn't tell if I was right from that 
distance.  Her breasts had gone from A or B to bada bing.  And she just looked 
meatier, more muscular, everywhere.

So I'm standing there feeling more than a bit uncomfortable that the girl next 
door, who is nearly a third my age, has gone from average girl to sex goddess 
somewhere over the nine months and I'm standing there with binoculars.

Guilt is a many splendored thing.

"Annie!  How was school?  God, it's been so long."  I yelled down to her from my 
deck.

"Willie! How are you?  Hey everything's great but you suck at IM's."

"Still on the learning curve sweetie.  Want to come over for a chat?"

"Only if your pool is warm enough."

"Heater's on."

Ten minutes later she walked through the gate, wearing a fire engine red one-
piece tank suit.  There was the dirty old man side of me that screamed, "What 
happened to the thong?" and the other old-enough-to-be-her-father side that 
said, "Oh good.  I can deal with that."

I brought out a tray of fruit and cheese.  We yacked for a while about things 
going on in town.  It was all stupid small talk.  I couldn't quite bring myself to 
talk about her new physique.  Finally, frustration got the better of me.  "So did 
the new swimming program at State work out?"

"Jeez," she said, looking absolutely crestfallen, "You can't see any difference?"

"No. No. No.  I wasn't sure what to say.  I don't know how to say this, but it's like 
you have a whole new body."

Annie beamed and started spilling things out like I was her kid sister, "Oh god, 
it's been so amazing.  The coaches said that this can happen sometimes when you 
go through a more intense training regimen and it releases hormones.  One, you 
grow taller, which I did by four inches"

"Four! Wow you must be as tall as me."

"Yeah, at least.  Second I did put on some weight, which I'm not so sure I'm 
happy about."

"Don't go obsessing about your weight.  Girls your age get in trouble doing that."

"I'm 150!"

"You don't look that at all."  I made a mental note that Annie now outweighed 
me by five and a half pounds.

"Thanks.  I don't think I look fat.  I just don't want to go overboard.  Anyway, 
back to the training, I sure as hell wasn't expecting that my boobs would get 
bigger and I'm not telling YOU how much, but unless you're blind you'll know 
they grew.  Mom is pissed at the credit card bills because between my pants and 
tops and undies I've needed a whole new wardrobe.  And last but not least, with 
the right training, you get a few muscles."

With that comment, Annie flexed her right arm for me.  It pumped up like a 
zeppelin on steroids.

Now the reason I never play poker is I can't keep from showing my reactions.   I 
can only imagine what my expression must have looked like because Annie 
suddenly looked upset.

"Oh shit.  Does that freak you out?  I know some guys don't like to see muscle on 
a girl."

"No. No. No.  Not freaked at all.  I was just surprised to see how big they are 
when you flex."

"Well, I'm not trying to become some bodybuilder.  It's just a byproduct of the 
lifting we do as part of the training regimen."

"How much did you add there?" I asked, pointing to her arms.  I was hoping the 
question wouldn't weird her out.

"Oh I have no idea.  I don't measure anything."

I'll admit to a pang of disappointment, but at least she didn't seem thrown off by 
my question.  Annie dropped a grape onto the deck and bent forward to pick it 
up.  That gave me a delightful view down the top of her bathing suit.  Damn she 
was full!

She looked up and caught me looking down her suit.  Why is it that females 
always catch you when you're checking out their breasts?  Of course she didn't 
say anything, but I guess we both felt awkward that for the first time I was 
looking at her sexually.

"Oh damn.  I forgot about Theresa.  I've got to run!"  Annie jumped up and 
quickly left, making a perfunctory goodbye.  I felt I'd blown it and made our 
relationship uncomfortable.

I drank a little too much that night and woke up the next morning not feeling one 
hundred percent.  Weatherman came on the radio and said it would be a 
scorcher - ten degrees hotter than yesterday.  I said fuck it and decided to stay 
home again.

I went out to the pool around 11:30, dozed off.  At 12:30 Annie woke me up 
coming through the gate.

"You slacking off again?"

"Hey, don't pick on the taxpayers, college girl."

Annie was wearing a white sleeveless cover-up that came to about her knees.

"What's a girl have to do to get a drink around here?"

"Annie, you're only 18."

"Want me to flash you my fake ID?  Chill.  Mom lets me drink,"

"What do you want?  Beer?"

"Gin and tonic.  And make it stiff.  My roommate this year said there were two 
things that should always be stiff and a drink was one of them."  She laughed.  I 
couldn't figure out why she was being provocative.

I didn't make the drinks stiff, but I did bring them out a short time later.

"You know there was no Theresa.  I'm sorry for leaving yesterday."

"You had your reasons, I'm sure."

"Crappy ones, at best."

"You don't have to explain."

"Yes, I do.  Look, with all the changes that my body has gone through I'm still 
kind of adjusting.  In high school no guy gave me a second glance.  Now they're 
all hitting on me and drooling.  I should be flattered I suppose, but I have to 
adapt.  When you snuck a peek at me yesterday I didn't know how to react.  I did 
the wrong thing.  I mentally put you in the same box with all the guys who just 
stare at my boobs.  Shit, you've known me so long.  Maybe now that I'm a little 
older something has changed, but I know you know me.  I know you're not just 
staring at my chest."

"I've always cared for your well being."

"That's why I came back today."

"Thanks."

"My pleasure.  Now let's get off all this deep heavy shit.  Guess what I found for 
you?"

"I have no idea."

Annie pulled a cloth measuring tape out of one of her pockets.

"What did you get that for?  That's silly!"

"I had a professor this year who said there were no silly questions.  Who said that 
even the smallest questions led to a greater understanding.  I didn't know why 
you asked me yesterday, but I knew there was a reason why. So I spent ten 
minutes going through mom's sewing kit.  So you'd better believe we're doing 
this."

Annie took a deep swig from her g and t, unfurled the tape and handed it to me, 
resting her arm on the table.  "I'm curious myself," she chuckled.  "I beat a few 
guys in arm wrestling at one of the campus bars this year, but I thought that was 
just the swimming."

I picked up the tape measure, but hesitated.

"Come on.  We can just do this, unless you want me to get pumped.  It might be 
bigger then."

I loosely fit the tape around her as she prepared to flex.  "Let's just try this," I 
said.

The tape stretched to sixteen and a quarter inches, and I was holding it tight.

"Well that's not bad," she said dismissively, apparently not aware of how well 
developed she was for her size.

Abruptly a light bulb seemed to go off in her head.  "Let's check yours," she said.

"Nah.  Nah.  Not important."

"Oh come on.  I did this for you."

Annie took the tape from me as I reluctantly extended my arm.

"Okay, flex," she ordered.  I complied.  "No, there's something wrong here.  I 
must be doing this wrong," she said.

"What do you mean?"

"Well this says twelve inches.  You're a grown man.  How can I be over sixteen 
and you be twelve?"

There was a long awkward pause.

"That's really not that much difference," she said cheerfully, even though we both 
knew she was lying through her teeth.

"Shall I get us another round?  I bet I know where everything is," she asked.  

She was back in minutes with a fresh round.  I took one sip and knew she'd 
loaded it with booze.

"They said it was going to be hot today and damn if they weren't right for a 
change," she remarked.  She crossed her hands in front of her and grabbed the 
bottom of the hem of her cover-up and then pulled it over her head.  Holy shit!  
She had the thong on again!

"Do you like this suit?" she asked.  "Mom freaked when she saw this.  Almost 
made me return it.  Said I was all tits and ass in this.  But I told her it was the 
style.  I don't think she bought into that, but she let me keep it."

"Parents are like that."

"That's why I like you.  You're like older, but you're not on panic alert all the 
time.  You think it's okay if I wear this."

"I didn't say that," I laughed.

"You don't like it?"

"It is kind of small."

"Does that mean you don't like it?"

"Annie, I don't think I should be talking about your bathing suits."

There was a moment of silence.  I could tell she was thinking what to say.  "Look, 
you've always told me to express myself, so I'm going to do it.  You've been 
incredibly nice to me for many years.  Always listened to me.  Never judged me.  
Gave me good advice.  I'm a better person and a smarter person because of you.  
Now all of a sudden I'm a full-blown woman and there seems to be a different 
dynamic in our relationship.  I'm still the same person inside.  What does my 
body have to do with it?"

Now it was my turn to gather my thoughts.  "Annie, I know you are the same 
person inside.  And your body shouldn't have anything to do with it.  But you 
did change and now all of a sudden I look at you and I feel like a dirty old man."

"Don't say that.  I should be flattered that you find me attractive."

"Well, to use your expression, the dynamic may have changed, but I'm sure it'll 
readjust."

"So I look hot in this?" she said, winking and laughing, breaking the tension.

"Yeah, you be one hot babe," I laughed back, feeling the awkwardness was 
dissipated.

"Come on," she said, jumping up.  "I'll race you three laps."

Normally I might not have agreed, but I thought it was a good idea to have a 
break from the conversation.  We both walked over to the deep end of the pool.  
Annie shouted out, "Ready.  Set.  Go!" and we dove in.  Her dive put her almost a 
full body length ahead of me.  I was still completing the first lap when I saw her 
heading back in the other direction.  I won't humiliate myself anymore with an 
account of the race other to say that she won by a wide margin.

I pulled up in the shallow end, winded.  Annie was nonchalantly standing 
against the side of the pool.  "What's the matter, Willie?  How can you be panting 
after three laps?"

"Don't go picking on the old man."

"Looks like the old man is getting a bit soft," she teased, poking me in the gut.

"I'm not that bad," I replied, poking her abs with my index finger.

"Better watch it.  You could break that hitting this brick wall," she grinned.

"Show off," I said, gently nudging her shoulder.

She bumped me back.  "You just don't want to admit little Annie whupped you, 
and I didn't even swim hard."

I dug both hands into the water and started splashing her.  "Didn't they teach 
you to respect your elders?"

Annie tried covering her face to keep the water from hitting her.  Finally, in 
frustration, she just dove forward and tackled me.  I never thought I'd lose my 
balance, but it was like getting hit by a linebacker.  I went completely under the 
water.

She was standing, laughing, hands on hips as I got back to my feet.  "You little!" I 
yelled and charged at her, intending to dunk her.  We caught each other's hands.  
I presumed I'd bend her wrists back a bit and force her down.

And of course that was the moment of truth.  I tried to twist her wrists.  I tried to 
push her arms down.  I tried everything.  I couldn't do a thing.

"Having any problems there, Willie?"

"You're a strong girl."

"No, Willie.  Correction.  I'm a VERY strong girl."  She released her grip on me 
and scoop slammed me into the water.  I was completely submerged again.  
When I pulled myself up again Annie was standing in the middle of the shallow 
end, blowing on the fingernails of one hand so as to mock me with the ease of 
her lift.  If she was trying to rile me, she was succeeding.

I charged at her.  She didn't flinch.  She didn't try to evade me.  We collided.  I 
expected her to be knocked down.  She held her ground.  I ducked low and 
managed to fool her and slip behind her.  I hooked one of her arms and she 
unwisely reached behind with the other and I had her in a full nelson.

"Now, little Annie, you can see that your elder is in control, as I should be."

"Yeah, right," she scoffed.  She popped each of her biceps a few times, alternating 
left and right, and then with a vigorous thrust down snapped out of the full 
nelson.  She immediately spun around and lifted me out of the water and 
slammed me again.

"Trust me.  I wouldn't throw you like that if we weren't in the water, but I figure 
that cushions it and kind of makes it fun."

With the realization that she was strong enough to have easily lifted me and 
tossed me in the water, I thought maybe I should cut my losses and get out of the 
pool.  I started wading for the steps.  Annie stepped between the steps and me.

"You want out?  I think you have to come through me," she said mimicking a 
tough guy Brooklyn accent.  I tired to ignore her and walk around her.  She 
grabbed me around the waist and threw me back in the water.

"Come through these." She flexed both of her arms, looking left and right. "You 
don't think you're the first guy to try to just casually ask me how big my arms 
are, do you?" she grinned.

"I was that transparent?"

"You all are."

"And you knew what you measured."

"Of course, that's why I brought the tape over.  Let you see it firsthand."

"Why are you doing all this?"

"When I saw your reaction to my flexing yesterday, I just picked up on a 
completely new vibe and I thought it would be fun to see where it led."

"Whatever direction it might have led in, it's over now," I said.  "Annie, I don't 
think we should be playing."

"Why not?"  She scoop slammed me into the water again.

"Annie, stop this now."

"Get around me.  Get out of the pool and the contest is over."

"There shouldn't be a contest."

"Then you shouldn't have started one."

I tried to think of my best moves as a junior varsity basketball player, however 
limited they might be.  I rolled left ducking down, feinting as if I was going in 
that direction.  That got me past her.  Then I spun around in the opposite 
direction, my back to the stairs, intending to just scoot backwards out of the pool.

At the last possible second, Annie, trying to prevent me from exiting, grabbed 
the only thing she could reach - my bathing suit.  It came pretty far down.  I'd 
say all but the head of my cock was exposed.

She froze.  "Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I wasn't trying to do anything like that. I 
was just fooling around."

As I pulled my suit back up, she took a step forward and wrapped her arms 
around me, lifting me off the steps and carrying me back into the water.  "Of 
course, that doesn't mean you're getting away," she giggled.  She started 
squeezing harder and I realized that not only did she want to keep me in the 
pool, she wanted to bear hug me.

I quickly did one of those grunts as she applied more force.  I thought us both 
being so wet I could squirm out of her clutches, but she had me trapped.  One 
look at the size of her bulging arms explained why I wasn't getting free.  And her 
breasts were so firm they barely flattened as they pressed into me.

"Big, aren't they?" she tittered.  I didn't know if she was referring to her arms or 
her boobs.

"You have to take your arms off me," I protested.

She carried me over to the edge of the pool, near the steps.  She backed up 
against it and actually jumped up while holding me so she could end up sitting 
on the coping.  In one swift motion she swung her legs up and around to trap me 
as she let go of me with her arms.

"Okay, no arms," she snorted with glee.  I looked down at her industrial strength 
swimmer's legs and knew I was in a pickle.  The good news was she was just 
holding me firmly in place.  The bad news was I had no idea if she planned to 
turn on the strength and snap me in two.

"Do you like playing around like this?' she asked.

"Kind of embarrassing."

"You didn't think a girl could be stronger than a guy?" she joked, giving me a bit 
of a reprimanding crush with her thighs.

I winced and clutched at her legs.  They were steel beams.

"Oops, sorry.  I told you I've arm wrestled, but I've never used my legs on a guy 
before.  Guess I didn't know my own strength.

But I don't know why you're embarrassed.  If you were having a little tussle with 
a guy who was younger than you and he was heavier and stronger and he 
showed he had an advantage over you, would you hang your head in shame?"

"I suppose not."

"Then are you saying you're embarrassed because I'm a girl or because I'm young 
little Annie, the kid next door?"

"Probably both."

"Neither should really be a big deal, should it?"

"I don't think we need to dissect this."

"Don't be such an old fart!"

Annie suddenly parted her legs, allowing me to escape her vise-like hold.  She 
ran her hands over her taut thighs.  "I could have squeezed you a lot harder," she 
said casually.

"I don't doubt that, but I'm glad you didn't."

"I didn't want to hurt you - just kind of show you how strong I am."

"You've made that abundantly clear."

"God, listen to the way you're talking.  You're like so formal.  Have I made you 
feel that uncomfortable?"

"Put yourself in my shoes.  A young girl you've known for years suddenly 
blossoms and becomes very strong and quite attractive.  It's kind of awkward."

"If we were about the same age, would that make a difference?"

"Quite likely."

"Fuck this age crap."

Annie glided off the coping and came over to where I was standing in the pool.  
Her arms encircled my waist as she pulled me towards her and started to kiss me 
hard, her tongue thrusting into my mouth.

"Annie!  What are you doing?" I yelled, trying to pull out of her embrace.  Her 
grip, however, was too tight.

"Proving age is no obstacle."

"But you can't ... "

"You're too WEAK to stop me."  She seemed to relish the word "weak" putting 
extra emphasis on it. She slipped a hand between my legs, pausing to fondle my 
crotch.  Then she scoop slammed me into the water again.

As I pulled myself up to my feet Annie was right on top of me, seizing me in a 
headlock.  My head was firmly lodged between that imposing arm and her 
ample breast.  She twisted me hard into her side.

"I could snap you in two.  You know that.  Don't you?"

"Annie, let go of me!"

"You know that.  Don't you?"

"All right, so you're a big strong girl.  I think you've made your point."

She unhooked her headlock and stood there proudly with her hands on her hips.

"Mom used to domme Dad before they broke up.  I don't think she knows I 
caught them a few times.  Perhaps I inherited this little kink.  I bet she could rip 
you apart too.  She's stronger than shit.   Maybe I should tell her to come after 
you."

"Annie, I think you're getting out of control."

"Out of control?  Hardly.  I think I'm in complete control."  She flexed her 
outstanding arms again for emphasis.  She walked up to me so that we were only 
inches apart.

"You know better than to try to resist me, don't you?"  She slid her hands over 
my chest, squeezing my pecs.  She ran her right index finger down the middle of 
my torso, rolling it around in my navel.  I felt frozen, unable to do anything with 
this young vixen seducing me.  Her hand descended further, slipping inside my 
bathing suit.  She began to massage me.

"Holy fuck," she exclaimed.

"What?"

"When I had pulled your suit down before and looked at you I thought you were 
pretty much on the small side, but this thing is really, really growing."  She 
loosened the drawstring and pulled my suit down.  "Jesus Christ, look at the size 
of that thing!"

I've never considered myself that well endowed, but Annie's remarks made me 
feel like a had a monster cock.  She continued to stroke me very slowly.

"How long can you last?" she grinned playfully.

I tried to pull away from her.  She wagged a finger in my face.  "No. No. No!"  
Annie pulled at my hard cock with more force.  She worked me with her right 
hand as her left slid behind her neck and unfastened the drawstring of her top.  
The top slid down slightly, still covering her nipples, a product of the firmness of 
her young full breasts.

"I've heard that older guys don't cum as fast," she said.  "But on the other hand, 
I've had guys tell me I've got the best hands in the world."  Annie rubbed her 
thumb and index finger up and down the length of my foreskin.

"You want so badly to touch my boobs but you're frozen there, afraid to touch 
me.  If I pull my top off you'll cum all over the place."

"Don't do this to me."

"You will be my slave.  I am your total and complete domme.  You want to be 
inside me so bad it hurts, but I won't let you today.  My pussy is a dream and 
dream you will about being in it.  A very wet dream.  Ready to cum, Willie?"

Annie yanked her top off, revealing perfect full breasts and tiny areola.  On her 
third down stroke I erupted.  "That was even faster than I thought," she said.  
"But like I said, I'm good."  She cupped her breasts and tugged lightly on her 
erect nipples.  She refastened her top as she walked out of the pool.

"Make sure the skimmer gets rid of your cum," she grinned  "Next time I'll take 
you by surprise.  Now that you want inside of me you are my little slave boy.  
Just think of that and just think of these muscles and think of this bod and know 
that I'll be back for you."

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