With the fair skin that goes with red hair, Brandi has a few freckles high on her cheeks. She's very pretty. Someday she will grow into a real beauty. Her emerald eyes and natural red lips, her perfect white teeth and pink tongue, all combine to make even grumpy old women remark on what a pretty girl she is.

Brandi knows she has an effect on men and she exploits it, knowing what she wants. She dresses suggestively, but still within the limits of style for her age. Often she'll have skin tight jeans or shorts and a halter top over a bare midriff. That outfit goes well with white ankle socks and heels. Another outfit she likes is a short skirt with either a tube top or leotard, and a bolero style vest. She likes her clothes to hug tight, and show off her body. Sometimes, just to be naughty, she'll find a public place to bend over to tie her shoe, and let her round little butt pout out from the skirt--a security guard at Nordstrom's almost had a coronary when she did that one day!

But Brandi is not a tease. She puts out. She loves sex. Her preference is well-hung college boys. They're young enough to satisfy her several times, and mature enough not to be obsessed with tits, the way teenage boys are. Brandi has a great ass and a heartbreaking pussy, but tits are not a strong suit.

Looking like she does, Brandi can choose among guys, although she will usually put out for even the geekiest fellow since she gets turned on making men cum. So, given the choice, she zeroes in on the guys with the big cocks. Big cocks give her bigger orgasms. She loves being stretched open. She likes to suck them, and always swallows. Brandi never understood her friends who would spit it out or didn't suck at all.

One day Brandi was biking home from school with her side basket full of school books, for there was a test tomorrow in Geography and an in-class essay on The Wind in the Willows, a book she liked. She decided to swing by the high school and watch tennis. Tennis is fun and Brandi gets a turnon seeing the guys in their shorts all sweaty and muscled.

She sat about halfway up on one of the bleachers. That day was hot and she'd worn shorts, very tight cut-off shorts with ragged ends that dug into her thighs. The denim chafed constantly at her bare pussy (panties removed at lunch, stuck in her back pocket). One of the players, a long haired stud with sweat-soaked white shorts that clung to his bare buttcrack, double faulted then lost the next two serves and finally walked off the court dejected. A few minutes later he climbed up on the bleachers and took a seat on Brandi's row, about 4 feet away. She looked him over. He was real cute, shaggy long black hair to his shoulders, glistening with perspiration. Athletic build. Fine legs. Brandi smiled at him. He smiled back. Then his smile became a grin when he saw her legs and her fingers suggestively playing with the frayed edges of the shorts. He sidled over closer. "Hi," he said.

"I'm Brandi," she replied. She gave him her best winning smile. The boy was clearly interested and she glanced at his shorts and was pleased to see a stirring down there. Brandi pretended she had something wrong with her shoe and leaned forward, at an angle toward him, and he got a quick look down her front. The lump in his shorts grew.

Sitting up she looked him in the eye and said frankly, "Like what you see?" And she ran her tongue over her lips.

He breathed deeply and shook his head in surprise and said, huskily, "Yeah. A lot."

"Think you can handle me?" she pursued, gleeful. She loved to seduce guys, it was so easy!

"You mean..." he asked warily......(cont)