Kelsey had just finished putting all of the stuff she would need for the interview in her backpack when her daddy stuck his head in her doorway and asked her if she was ready to go.
"Yep," she said, "just let me brush my hair."
She hurried into the bathroom with her brush and did her long, fine blonde hair, quickly tying it in a ponytail. She hurried back to her room and grabbed her backpack, then announced to her daddy, "Okay, I'm ready."
Kelsey followed her daddy down the stairs and out to the car. Once they were in and buckled up, her daddy, starting the engine, asked her, "Are you looking forward to your interview, sweetheart?"
"Sure," Kelsey replied. "I think it's going to be very interesting."
Her daddy pulled out of the driveway and started down the street, driving slowly and cautiously. Usually he drove like a nut, but that was only when she wasn't in the car with him. Kelsey opened her backpack and pulled out her notebook, looked over the list of questions she was going to ask.
"Who is this person you're interviewing?" her daddy asked.
"His name's Dash Robinson," she replied, not taking her eyes from her notebook. "He's a new writer, and he's very good. I've read his book, Silent Notes, three times already."
"Wow, must be a good book, then."
"It is, it's great. Plus, Dash Robinson is cute."
She couldn't help admitting that part; he was cute. Blonde and blue eyed and so handsome. She was toying with the idea of asking him if he had a girlfriend.
"What kind of stuff does he write about?" her daddy asked.
"His experiences. Some of the stories are about when he was growing up, but most of them are about when he traveled all over the country with a backpack, sort of like Jack Kerouac. He's very eloquent."
"He must have met a lot of people doing that."
"He did," Kelsey replied. "He wrote about all the different kinds of people he's met, and the friends that he's made. The people at Time For Kids think their readers would really enjoy reading about him."
Time For Kids was the magazine she worked for part time. They'd hired her as a staff reporter more than a year ago, when she was ten.
Kelsey and her daddy continued to talk about Dash Robinson's book until they arrived at his house. It was a modest place, just a single story little house that couldn't have had more than three bedrooms. It was painted blue with white trim and had a large row of flowers ringing the tiny front yard. Kelsey and her daddy both looked at it for a minute before her daddy said, "Well, looks like this is the place. You sure you don't want me to go with you?"
"No, thanks, Daddy," Kelsey replied, "I'll be fine. Just remember to pick me up at two o'clock."
She leaned over and kissed his cheek, then grabbed her backpack and got out of the car. She shut the door, waved, then started up to the front door of the house. Kelsey was a little nervous, but she ignored the butterflies, knowing that they were just a normal reaction to doing new things. She'd had them before and they'd never stopped her from doing interviews, and even though Dash Robinson would no doubt be the youngest and cutest grownup she'd ever interviewed, she knew they wouldn't stop her this time, either.
She took a deep breath and rang the doorbell. A moment later the door opened and there he was. Dash Robinson. In the hunky flesh.
He was cuter in person than he was in the picture on the back of his book. His hair was blonder and his eyes were bluer, and he looked more muscular than he did in his picture. He was taller than she'd expected, too. Kelsey smiled automatically when she saw him and he smiled back and said, "Hello there, Kelsey. Glad you could make it."
"Me too," Kelsey said before she could stop herself.
"Come on in."
He opened the door wider and Kelsey stepped inside. She found herself in a tiny foyer with a closet on one side and a set of narrow shelves on the other. The shelves were populated with china and brass nicknacks, mostly tiny soldiers but also a few girly looking things, and Kelsey wondered if maybe a girl lived here with him She hoped not.
Dash shut the door behind her, then led her into the living room, which was furnished with a sofa and coffee table, two end tables, a rocking chair, and a large entertainment center against one wall. Everything was done in dark solid oak, and there were beautiful pictures of sunsets and ocean shores on the walls. No pictures of loved ones, she noticed with relief. There was a fireplace, and above the fireplace was a set of crossed swords, the long silver blades gleaming in the late morning light. Kelsey was looking at them, holding her backpack against her chest, when Dash asked her if she wanted something to drink.
"Yes, thank you," she said. She didn't say what she wanted, hoping he would bring her a cup of coffee like a grownup. She continued to look around the living room while Dash went into the kitchen, and when he returned she was disappointed to see that he was carrying two cans of Seven Up.
"Here you go," he said, handing her one of the sodas. He gestured toward the sofa and said, "Have a seat."
Kelsey sat down and Dash sat next to her, angling himself in the corner and leaning back, draping his arms over the backrest and the arm of the sofa. He smiled and asked her if she was ready to start.
"Yes," Kelsey said. She took her notebook out of her backpack, opened it, and looked at her list of questions, instantly deciding that they were all stupid and he would probably end up asking her to leave. She swallowed that pesky butterfly and posed the first question: "What inspired you to become a writer, Dash?" She added the "Dash" without thinking, then decided it was a nice touch; it lent an air of intimacy to the interview.
"Well," Dash said, and launched into a friendly and casual speech about how he used to read a lot when he was a kid and he'd fallen in love with the language and all of that. Kelsey made notes in shorthand as he talked, interjecting pertinent questions every now and then. She made her way down the list of questions, getting great answers and filling her pages with notes, and she was really focusing now on her work, but then she happened to look up during a pause in which he'd run out of things to say and she was still writing, and noticed that his eyes were zeroed in on her boobs.
Kelsey felt herself blush, but she pretended that she didn't notice. She went back to her questions, just minor follow up stuff, and soon the interview was over. She thanked Dash for his time as she put her notebook and her pen into her backpack.
"You're very welcome, Kelsey," Dash said. "And now that you've asked me all the questions you wanted to ask, I was wondering if I could ask you one."
"Sure," Kelsey replied. She set her backpack on the coffee table and looked at him. "What would you like to know?" She was hoping he'd ask her if she had a boyfriend.
Dash looked her directly in the eyes and asked, "Can I fuck you?"
Kelsey showed no outward emotion to his question, no surprise or fear or anything else. She simply glanced briefly down at her lap, then met his gaze again and said, "Okay."
Dash, apparently smart enough to recognize that he didn't need to say anything more, stood up wordlessly and took her by the hand. He led her out of the living room and down a short hallway to his bedroom. It was cool and dim, and Dash left the lights off as he took her over to the side of the bed. Kelsey was wearing blue jeans and a dark red blouse, and he began unbuttoning the blouse, still not saying anything. He quickly got each button undone, then pulled the blouse open, exposing her small breasts.
"Wow," he finally said, his voice low. "You have beautiful little tits, Kelsey. Lovely pink nipples."
"Thank you," she said.
He touched her for a few minutes, just lightly caressing and squeezing her breasts, and as he touched her Kelsey's nipples began to get hard. Then he removed her blouse and told her in a low voice to sit down. She sat on the edge of the bed and he opened the fly on his jeans, took out his cock. It was long and thick and looked as hard as steel. Kelsey imagined that if he hit her in the head with it he could knock her out.
Dash brought the end of his cock up to her lips and touched the back of her head, playing with her fine golden ponytail. Kelsey closed her eyes and leaned forward, opened her mouth and brought it down on the end of his cock. At the same time she brought one of her hands up and wrapped her fingers around the shaft, then began to stroke him slowly as she took more of him into her mouth. She felt him nudging at the back of her throat, then pulled her mouth back until her lips were right around the head again. She repeated what she'd just done several more times, moving her mouth down onto his cock then bringing it back near the end, still stroking him with her hand. She brought her other hand up to cup his balls as she sucked him and Dash moaned and continued to play with her ponytail.
She sucked and stroked him for about another minute before Dash made her stop and told her to lay down. Kelsey lay down on the bed with her legs hanging over the end, and Dash knelt down and took off her shoes and socks, then got up and undid the fly on her jeans. He pulled her pants down over her slim hips, down her legs and over her ankles, then did the same with her panties, revealing her smooth hairless pussy. Kelsey propped herself up on her elbows and watched him as he lifted her legs, spread them wide, then knelt again of the floor and brought his head down between her thighs.
He kissed her first, then began to lick her, burrowing his tongue between the two soft full lips. Kelsey gasped at the sudden jab of pleasure that coursed through her, then gasped again and sighed as Dash continued to lick her, sliding his tongue up and down the brief length of her pussy, slithering in between the lips, swirling in circles around her clit. A delightful warmth spread through the lower part of her body, flowing outward from her pussy to her chest, her arms and legs, and Kelsey's murmurs of pleasure became moans and soft cries as he continued to lick and suck on her pussy. She laid down again on her back and began caressing her small breasts, pinching her hardened nipples.
Dash continued to lick her for a few more minutes, and eventually the pleasures swirling inside of Kelsey's body grew and intensified to a point where she couldn't contain them anymore and they burst, pouring all through her from head to toe, and she cried out as she came.
Afterward, Dash still licked her and kissed her for a little while, and Kelsey wondered if he was going to make her come again, but then he stopped and got back to his feet. His cock was still jutting out of his opened jeans and he took it in his hand. He leaned over her with his free hand supporting him on the bed, guided it to the lips of her pussy, then slowly pushed it into her. His cock slid past her smooth lips and deep into Kelsey's tight young pussy. Kelsey gasped, partly because it was so big and partly because its entry caused a return of those intense pleasurable feelings. She still had her hands on her small breasts and began to fondle them again, increasing the swirl of feelings inside of her, as Dash buried his cock all the way in, then began to slowly fuck her. He held her by her girlish hips and pushed steadily in and out of her and Kelsey let one of her hands drift down to her pussy. She caressed Dash's cock as he fucked her, touching the spot where their two bodies met, then lightly caressing her clit. Heat flowered inside of her pussy and stomach, cascaded through the rest of her body, and she sighed and moaned. She continued to play with her breasts and her pussy as Dash increased his speed and the force of his thrusts, almost jamming his cock into her now. Kelsey writhed on the bed in pleasure, tossing her head back and forth as Dash pounded her pussy. She began to moan and tremble, and finally her orgasm crested again, exploding within her, pouring in a tide of overwhelming and sensual warmth all through her young body.
She slumped on the bed after that, exhausted, but Dash continued fucking her. He was pushing into her hard now, holding her by the hips and shoving his cock deep into her hairless pussy, grunting and moaning as he took his pleasure with her. Finally he came to the point of his own release and suddenly pulled his cock out of her. He grabbed Kelsey by the wrist and pulled her up to a sitting position, brought his cock up to her lips. Kelsey opened her mouth and he shoved it inside, pulled on her ponytail, and groaned as he began to come. His cock pumped a torrent of sperm over her tongue and down her throat and Kelsey swallowed as much of it as she could.
When he was finished Dash pulled his cock out of her mouth and put it back in his pants. Kelsey got up and went to the bathroom to wash her mouth out, then came back to the bedroom to get dressed. Dash was laying on his bed smoking, and when she came in he told her, "Wow, Kelsey, that was really wild. I have to admit I'm kind of surprised, though. I mean, I had this feeling that you'd be willing to do it, but I wasn't really expecting you to be so hot. You really were a great fuck."
"Thanks," Kelsey said. "I've had a lot of experience since I started working as a kid reporter. I was surprised too, at first, that so many guys wanted to do it with me. But I've gotten used to it." She picked her clothes up off the floor, and as she got dressed neither of them said anything more.
Once she had all of her clothes on she returned to the living room to get her backpack. She'd just picked it up from the coffee table when she heard her daddy's car honking out front. Dash came into the room at the same time and she told him she had to go.
"Okay," Dash said. "Thanks for the great time, Kelsey, and if you wanna come back some time and do another interview, just let me know."
"Sure," Kelsey said. "Maybe my boss will let me do a follow up interview later on."
"That would be cool."
Dash gave her a small peck on the cheek and she went out the front door and out to her daddy's car. She got in and buckled up and her daddy asked her how the interview had gone.
"It went okay," Kelsey told him. "Pretty much the same as usual."
"Well, that's good," her daddy said.
He turned the car around and started driving back home, talking about the ball game he'd been watching on TV, but Kelsey wasn't listening. She was going over her notes, planning how she was going to write up the interview with Dash Robinson, and already looking forward to her next assignment.
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