Green Eyes

Jeff wrote this essay several times over, I have five versions on file as well as the one he labeled 'final'. Be warned, there is sexually explicit prose in the narrative, almost soft porn like. There is a 'Lolita' like angle to the story also, as he describes the girl as 'twelve or thirteen'. Don't judge the writer, judge the story if you have to judge anything at all. Read it and think about it.

What struck me as I read all of the versions, was how similar they were. I have actually changed one word in the last paragraph but that was a word Jeff had included in one of the other versions and I did this merely to keep the rating for this blog site no worse than MA. I don't find the prose obscene or even profane but it is erotic writing. It is also descriptive, romantic, sensual and seductive and if one were to be honest, I find it very real.

Many men reading this will have similar memories of females who have hit all our hot buttons but for whatever reason we never pursued a more definite outcome. In the case of one so young, that is a proper and healthy road to follow. But just because the subject of the story is so young does not, to my mind, make this sick or pornographic. It makes it honest. Decide for yourselves and feel free to post comments.



Green-Eyes
by
Kwadwo

I remember a young, part-black girl with green eyes on a bus in Kingston, Jamaica, back in 1966. She made such an impression on me that the memory is still vivid. I have carried the vision of her all these years, and the dream of what we might have experienced together.

She was of a dark cinnamon colour, and of very comely features. Her hair was sort of blonde with some red highlights, but her lips were pleasingly thick, and her nose acceptably broad. She was only a budding woman, probably no more than twelve or thirteen. But the look in those startlingly beautiful green eyes said that she was ready to learn of love, and I was more than ready to teach her.

She kept gazing at me for the entire trip into town. When I boarded the bus and walked back to an empty seat I couldn't miss her youthful beauty nor her steady stare. Those green eyes, shining out from her beautiful brown face, seemed to smile of their own accord. I chose a seat directly across from her, and drank in her beauty with thirsty eyes.

Her breasts were the size of small, hard tangerines, and through her simple shift of thin cloth her nipples poked out erect - from the heat of my gaze, I like to think, and in anticipation of my mouth gently closing over them.

Her legs protruding from the bottom of her skirt were of the same fine colouring as her face - thin, little-girl legs. But as much as I could see of her exposed thighs told me that she was beginning - just beginning - to fill out into a sensual young woman. And I was certain that between those delightful young-woman thighs I would find a delicious morsel, covered with the first downy growth of pubescence.

Aware of my interest, and not the least embarrassed by it, she shifted in her seat and recrossed her legs, exposing a bit more tempting thigh and causing her enticing young breasts to jut out to their best advantage. She continued to gaze at me, green eyes smiling brightly, with a mixture of girlish coquetry and womanly invitation.

I was too dumbstruck by her youthful sensuality, and too busy with my hands in my lap trying to cover the evidence of her effect upon me, to correctly read the invitation there until it was too late. She arose from her seat with a toss of her pert, round bottom - Ah! Such delights to be experienced there! An impatient glance at me, a final glance with the smiling green eyes, and she left the bus before my destination. I was on my way to an important appointment and did not follow her as I should have.

Over the years since I have forgotten what was so important about that appointment. But I have never forgotten that sweet, young, green-eyed girl who was so ready to give herself to me. I still dream of being the first to part her tender lips with my tongue and drink deep of the first-fruit juices of her newly awakened womanhood, to eat that special meal from her virgin pussy. I still wish I had left the bus with her, and undertaken the beautiful and sacred honor of being her teacher in the arts of love - to initiate her to the ecstasy of release for the first time with my thick hard manhood thrusting inside her, bringing her to the heights of passion and spurting the juices of love deep within her, satisfying her completely in her initial sexual encounter.

Oh God! Why didn't I? I wonder if she ever thinks of me.