Well then, I don't own the characters. Done.

On the summer she turned 16, my patience has paid off. I waited for her for too long now. So far what I only did was touch her in areas a man can only dream off in touching someone so fresh, but we agreed to no penetration till she was legal enough. Fair is fair, though this might cost me my job or my sanity, I'm not sure what. But I did not care, beauty was blossoming into my lonely world of telly and dinners in the fridge. We moved to my place to make it more private, to ward off the gossipers about her private classes with me. I was going to teach English afterall to the A level students, which is where she will be going, so she had an added advantage as I pondered on what to read and select for the term. It could be 'the Master and Margarita', or maybe 'Lolita', If I had to choose, it be Lolita. I was Humbert himself you see, if I had to find a character that suited me well in any form. Upon seeing her walk through my door, I smiled. Tuesdays are the days I look forward to now, without fail even on rain or shine in these summer months, she could come in with her blouse undone I would stare, if she permitted I would lay my hand against it, cupping it's tender flesh and I breathed into her neck. Sometimes it is a skirt she was in or short jeans. I will graze on the pair and if she allow me, I will splatter kisses all over the skin as she lay in my sofa fanning herself to keep herself cool. She was no longer wearing the modest school uniform anymore, just a mere singlet with her bra peeking out and jeans shorts or a mini skirt with a transparent blouse. I blame the weather for such an occasion as this, I wanted her skin to be for my eyes only. Was that a crime?

Her birthday was yesterday. I walked to her home, agreed to pick her up that afternoon on Friday. Upon my arrival the sleepy street located in a quiet and boring housing area voices are heard, something like the screeches of hell echoed. An old man and her voice were the ones at a brutal war among the other. Stamping on the stairway was heard and a slamming of the door. It was her again with her sister. Granted Felicia was more pretty then Lovina, but only Lovina had the power to seduce any man, now she realized it. Felicia was still too innocent. Some words of comfort between the two, she nodded and headed to my direction. Eyeliner, torn stockings, some dress my mother would have worn and boots, she peeked her head into my car, looking somewhat relieved.

"Took you long enough, you old fart."

"I was on time. You weren't."

She sighed as she got inside my car, crossing her legs. Fondling for the compartments of my Beetle car, she sighed and gave up, then digging her bag and slapped her forehead in defeat, as if clearly she had forgotten something and lay on her head rest, looking frustrated.

"Hm?"

"I need a fag. "

"You don't."

"Look, I don't need another adult telling me off in my life choices."

She was feisty and I could not ask for more. I smiled to myself, stopping by a gas station outskirts of town. I needed to get some condoms anyway, can't play it too risky with her. I paid for my petrol fee and looked at her. The teenage boy that served behind the counter did not care on my intentions with her, he was just doing his job after all. I got back into my car and pumped it with gas, seeing her so bored as she put her legs up to her chest, looking at a terribly done manicure she did on her hands. I knocked on her window and she opened it, raising an eyebrow.

"Here. Hope you like Marlboro and some gum."

"Thanks."

She took the small plastic bag and looked at the contents at it. She didn't want to complain as she lit a ciggie, winding down the window to prevent a smell fogging into my car. Ah young people, She really did not care about the rule of not smoking in a petrol station. Needless to say I did not say much and closed the gas opening of my car, getting into the driver's seat to go off to my place. Ah England and it's lush country side. Green and slightly warm thanks to the summer months, I could not ask for more. I saw her flicker her cigarette out the window, looking at the road she knew well since her final term. She began to unwrap a gum, slowly chewing on it as I hear the echo of it and she hummed something you'd get tired of hearing on the radio in your car or the mall's background music playing it non-stop till it makes you want to get out of the place immediately. I stopped driving once I finished parking, my place a few streets away from hers, but a hassle if you are feeling lazy or you have too much things to carry. I opened the door and she immediately tossed her bag into my coffee table and lay on my sofa, not caring for anything.

"Shoes off."

"Fine."

She kicked it off as she looked at me annoyed, wiping off her pink lip gloss. I fondled with her stockings the minute I sat on the coffee table, eying at her. Torn all right, some people think it was the most inappropriate thing known. I think it was a tease, even if my lips and hands have grazed the same pair over and over again. She lay on the sofa, giggling, daring me to take it off from her. I smirked as I did, she laughed and threw a pillow on my direction, narrowly missing. We both laughed and she got up, still smiling.

"You still want the whole schoolgirl look?"

"Maybe."

"That is not helping. You fantasize about me without any black panda eyes. I might as well do it."

She said this with a bit of an annoyance that she seemed to enjoy, getting up and into my kitchen for the tissues, splashing her face with water and the eyeliner melted off, her natural beauty was showing in full glamour in the summer sun. I smiled, she now looked like those innocent girls I've seen in my uncle's photos, so pure, so sweet , as if they really did loved the camera that was already freezing that particular moment, that moment of youthfulness, that beauty. I was careful to have it locked in my memory with her being like that.

"Better?"

"More than that."

She came at my direction and planted a kiss on my lips, I kissed back and carried her to the bedroom, where we stopped. She blinked and looked at me, wondering why. She then stood on my bed, cracking her neck and taking off her headband, the dress slipping off her shoulders. She knew it very well, all the glimmers of her golden skin was as if my toxin, but it was a good toxin. I smiled and got on my knees, worshiping her feet. A sudden light weight was on my face, realizing it was her dress. I looked up, seeing her in her underwear and I was looking at the Roman goddess Venus herself. I could not ask for more and took her by the waist, kissing her in a frantic. All I knew next was a packet of condom being ripped apart, clothes off and sweat, fluids were all staining my white sheets. Just seeing her face groan in such high intense pleasure made me proud in a way. I looked at her, she was looking at the stained sheets. It had her blood, granted. At least I knew I was truly her first, as I kissed her cheek.

"Did it hurt?"

"A bit. Then slowly you get the pleasure."

I lay on top of her, kissing her again. Dear lord she was a good slow toxic drug that I could not refuse nor deny, yet she made it all worthwhile. This beautiful thing was a light, a window. How dare I ask more from such a beautiful flower?