He had just been caught impersonating a 32-year-old dermatologist to a 25- year-old woman over a matchmaker BBS when she suddenly showed up at his door. Apparently, she and his parents had set him up in an encounter meant to humiliate him and teach him a lesson. Ha! He would just be careful not to give out his real address next time! After all, he still had his dad's old love letters stored safely in his computer.

Just then, a red corvette pulled alongside him. When he saw the driver, he turned away and just kept walking. It was her! Probably back to taunt him. How pathetic.

The window on his side of the car rolled down.

"Hey, Randy, I'm sorry!" Their was genuine regret in her voice, but he wasn't buying it.

"Go away!" He responded without much enthusiasm. He kept walking for appearance's sake, but wasn't quite sure how to respond to this. Gosh, she was gorgeous! Maybe she was serious... Naw.

But the car kept rolling along beside him.

"Randy, I had to play along with your parents after they found out. I didn't want to hurt you! Please listen, Randy, I'm glad you're only 12!"

This stopped Randy in his tracks. Glad? What did that mean? Was she serious? What if she was? Was it worth it to find out? Maybe.

"Do you trust me, Randy? Can we take a ride and discuss it?" She sounded very earnest.

Randy finally turned toward her with a pained expression on his face. "What's there to discuss? You had a good laugh, you taught me a lesson. Isn't that enough?"

"I'd like to make it up to you, Randy, please?"

Hmm. This had possibilities. He weighed the pros of cons of getting in the car with her. He decided that he did trust her. After all, she apparently hadn't told him that the "software" she had mailed to him was computer porn, and her regular e-mail to him over the last few months had made her out to be a very caring, gentle person.

Randy opened the door and climbed into the corvette. As soon as he was buckled in, she hit the gas and they were off.

"I'll just drive around the block a few times, and you can get out whenever you want, OK?" She asked, trying to make him feel at ease after getting into the car with someone not far removed from being a total stranger.

"Don't go past my house."

"Deal. And thanks." She assured him with a warm smile.

He fought the urge to smile back, thinking he might be able to manipulate the situation better if he played it cool. He began to check out the dash and the interior, careful not to look at her (too much). "Is this your car?"

"Naw. The rental company gave me a free upgrade with my flyer miles. It's fun, isn't it?"

"Yeah." He settled into looking out the window.

"Listen, Randy. I kind of figured you weren't a 32-year-old dermatologist even before I came up here."

"Really? How?" Randy was sure his alter ego had been bullet proof.

"Oh, just little things that didn't quite add up, like grammar and spelling, and stuff. It was more in line with what a fifteen-year-old might write."

"I used a spell checker." Randy protested, but he knew that English composition was not one of his best skills (yet).

"True. But it doesn't catch when you use T-H-E-I-R instead of T-H-E-R-E or T- O instead of T-O-O. Something I would expect a 32-year-old dermatologist to know."

"So you thought I was fifteen?" Randy looked at her face now, searching for any signs of dishonesty.

"About." She smiled. "Or a precocious twelve-year-old."

Randy liked being called precocious. Some of his teachers had used the word to describe him to his parents, and it had a ring of notoriety.

"I am precocious," Randy was quick to affirm, smiling for the first time.

She laughed as she saw the mischievous smile light up his face. "I know. Probably in more ways than one, if I judge some of your more recent letters correctly -- at least those that didn't involve Sears!"

Randy knew what letters she meant. After he had lost his virginity to Sally a month ago, he had written Molly some of his own letters with his newfound knowledge of the female anatomy and intercourse. "Oh, yeah, those letters... Well, I've been around the block."

They both laughed at that, as they were well into their second circuit of a two-block area.

"How many times?" She asked softly, lifting her eyebrows.

Randy couldn't help blushing. He knew exactly what she was asking, and debated whether to lie. What was she after? Did she want to have sex with him? A kid? If she did, would she want him to be experienced? Could he back up his lie if he said twenty times and then he DID have sex with her? He doubted it. The truth seemed best for now. "Once. A month ago" He admitted, looking away.

"Didn't it go well?" She asked, curious to see what king of impression his first sex had left him with.

"We almost got caught by my parents. They found us in the hot tub together with my brother and his girlfriend. Sally's been shy with me ever since."

"Sally's your girlfriend?"

"Sorta." Randy didn't want the woman to think he was committed.

"I see. So, did you go all the way?"

"Yeah. Twice in five minutes," Randy couldn't help bragging a little.

"Wow!" Molly exclaimed as she tried to choke back a pleased giggle. "That's amazing! I don't think I've heard of a man that could do that! Youth definitely has its advantages." She gave him a sly wink as she said the last words.

"I guess," Randy replied, unsure of the truth of her claim. It was easy to cum twice in five minutes. How could it be different if you were grown up?

She rode in silence for awhile. She changed her route to a circuitous one so that they didn't go down the same street very often, always careful to stay within a few block of his house. The gazed at each other surreptitiously as the sexual tension in the car grew stronger.

Finally, Molly took a deep breath. "Well, we don't have much time, so I'll ask you straight out. Will you make love to me?"

Randy was floored. Wow! This was great! Unbelievable! This sexy older woman was asking him to have sex with her! Heck yeah, he wanted to make love to her! "Really?" He asked lamely.

She reached over and took his hand. "Really," She assured him.

He squeezed her hand as if trying to make sure she was real. "OK," he agreed as casually as he could.

She glanced at her watch. "It's about 2:45. How much time do you have?"

"A couple hours, I guess." Randy hoped his excitement wasn't too evident in his voice.

"Shall we go to my hotel?" She asked with a hot glance up and down his body.

"Uh, sure." He agreed, hoping it wasn't too far away. He'd popped a boner just thinking about screwing her and was afraid he'd have an accident in his pants if she didn't hurry. Her hand was warm and moist in his, and his eyes were fastened to her vibrating mammaries as he tried to imagine what they looked like.

Randy need not have worried. The hotel was less than two miles away. Nobody at the hotel seemed to notice the young woman and boy holding hands as they made their way to her room on the eighth floor.

"This is great! Look at all the mirrors!" Randy exclaimed as he entered. Indeed, there were mirrors on three walls and the ceiling, all easily visible from the king bed.

Randy was filled with nervous energy as he wandered around, inspecting the closets, TV, and bathroom with separate tub and shower facilities. Molly indulged him in his tour of the room, then instructed him to sit on the bed while she slipped into something more comfortable in the changing area.

Randy flopped backward onto the bed and rubbed at his eyes nervously. His palms were sweaty, and he felt a growing sense of trepidation. "What am I doing?" He asked himself. "I'm going to make a complete fool of myself. She'll laugh me out of here!"

His anxiety began to overwhelm him as he listened to the noises she made as she changed her clothes. She was humming quietly to herself, obviously completely comfortable with the situation. "She'll laugh when she sees my dick." He thought.

Suddenly, she stopped humming and said, "Randy, are you ready?"

He sat up instantly. His heart started to hammer in his chest, and his ears thrummed along with it. "Uh, yeah." Gulp. "Sure."

He rubbed his sweaty palms together nervously, afraid to look in her direction. He found a mirror angle that allowed him to see where she would emerge, and fastened his gaze there.

Then she walked into his view and posed for his inspection. She wore only a couple of thin, filmy skirts of light green lace. One covered (if you could call it that) her perfectly formed breasts, and the other encircled her waist. The material was almost completely transparent, covering the most important places but revealing everything.

Randy's head snapped around to look directly at her, thinking the image must have been some kind of hallucination. It wasn't. His eyes flicked rapidly between the circles of her nipples to the dark triangle between her shapely legs, unsure which he preferred. His dick instantly became hard as a rock.

She smiled at his slack-jawed, wide-eyed appreciation. "Well, what do you think?" She asked, as if she couldn't tell.

Randy could just shake his head slowly and say, "Whooooaaaa!" He would have jumped up and ravished her if he hadn't been paralyzed. He barely had enough presence of mind to snap his mouth shut and gulp before he slobbered all over the floor.

She pranced by him a couple of times, making sure to let the laces float up and down with her movements, fully revealing her rosy nipples and the reddish- brown curls of her muff. Then she spun around on her toes, causing the laces to fly out into discs, letting him drink in the sight of her swinging tits and smooth, round ass.

He began to swing his legs back and forth, trying to bring a little stimulation to his raging hard-on as he gawked at her lewd display. "Ohhhhhh Woooooooow!" He managed to breathe in wonder. Now he knew the difference between a girl and a woman. And what a difference! The tits were bigger and bouncier, the cunt was harrier, the hips were wider, and the thighs meatier. His young body tingled with the desire to touch and squeeze and fondle and lick and kiss and fuck every single inch of her! He had no idea where he would even begin!