Miss Sierra: Book II - Chapters 1-3

Miss Sierra is forced to grow up: Fast Forward to age 18.

Note to my readers: I've had a hard time finding inspiration for this story since Miss Sierra was forced by this website to grow up prematurely. It doesn't seem quite as good to me. Please let me know what you think. I hope you will not be disappointed.

Chapter 1 - The Missing Years

I guess the time flies when you're in love. Sometimes life is on fast-forward. It seems like just yesterday that Miss Sierra was confidently and successfully talking her way onto a boys little-league baseball team. Now here it is October 2nd again as the lovely Miss Sierra conveniently celebrates her 18th birthday. Where did the time go?

At the age of eighteen, Sierra is more beautiful than ever. Her silky blonde hair has grown quite long, and so have her lovely, slender legs. She is fit and athletic, and very tall for a girl. Five feet, eleven inches tall – the same height as me. That makes it very easy to kiss her, which I still love to do. Her young titties have grown to the perfect size, standing tall and poking straight out, just like they always have, with no sag to them at all. Her big nipples, no doubt inherited from her mom, often try to poke through the material of her top, so she now wears a thin sports bra much of the time, though more for modesty than for support. And, of course, her ass is still magnificent.

Sierra still dresses beautifully. She has an extensive wardrobe of beautiful clothes, which has grown and changed with her through the years. She has outgrown numerous outfits and acquired many new ones, but she is always beautifully and tastefully dressed. When she has outgrown clothing, she has always generously passed it along to others, who were always thrilled to get it. I have been fortunate enough to be able to afford to contribute financially to the growth and expansion of her wardrobe, and I am happy to do it, but the selection of clothing is always her choice, not mine. Her impeccable dress is her own creation.

Miss Sierra has gained many new friends through the years and retained many of her childhood friends. Her closest friends, Lisa and Diana, are still around and the girls are still close, although they don't have many sleepovers any more. Lisa has gained some weight, though she is still pretty and a very sweet girl. Diana delicious, as we all expected, has grown into a stunningly beautiful young woman. Though very different in style and character, she is as beautiful as Sierra. She still goes places and does things with Sierra and me, and sometimes she comes over to see me alone. Sierra knows about our friendship. We do not sneak around. Occasionally, Diana will spend the night, sometimes just the two of us, and sometimes three. The sexual appetite of the two girls has not diminished with their old age.

Sierra spends the night at my house more often than not nowadays. She keeps a lot of her things at my house, and I have given her a bedroom, although she does not sleep in it. She could actually be said to live at either house. Her legal address is still at her mom's house, but she spends more time at mine. I bought her another computer for her bedroom at my house, and via a high-powered wifi router, it is networked with the one in her bedroom nextdoor. She can do her schoolwork at either location, with each computer having full access to the other.

Yes, I said schoolwork. Sierra has always loved school. After she graduated from high school (with honors) she took a few classes at a local community college, but she wanted to go to a university. I offered to pay her way to any school she wanted to attend. She could not have done it otherwise. She thought about it for a while. She always felt a little guilty about taking money or expensive gifts from me, but she was getting used to it. I kept telling her that my money is her money. I was happy when she finally accepted the idea and even more happy when she decided to stay home and go to school locally. I would have been happy for her to go anywhere she wanted, but I would miss her terribly if she left town for school. She felt the same way. She now attends Washington University in St. Louis, and comes home every night.

Sierra has grown emotionally as well as physically. The love between us has also grown. When we go out together, Sierra no longer pretends to be my daughter. She is comfortable with our relationship and accepts the fact that I am many years her senior. She is not embarrassed by our age difference, and will show her affection in public, though always tastefully. She has grown into quite an exceptional young lady.

Chapter 2 - Sierra's 18th Birthday Presents

My gift to Sierra for her 18th birthday would not be a surprise. I had told her several weeks earlier to start doing her research and decide exactly what she wanted. Her gift was to be her first car. She had been driving for a couple years, and even before she was old enough to get a license I used to take her out to the country, to gravel roads where there was no traffic, and let her drive my car. She was a good driver now. Better than most people her age. She needed her own car. Getting to and from school in the city was a constant challenge. She borrowed her mom's car, she borrowed mine, and we both gave her rides. It was becoming obvious that she needed a car of her own. My various investments have done well in the past few years. They have actually earned more money than I have been able to spend on Sierra. I can afford to be very generous with her.

On the morning of October 2nd Sierra came to my back door for early morning coffee. She sat on my lap, straddled my legs, and kissed me. She was so tall now, that when she sat on my lap she actually had to lean down a little to kiss me. It was a pure pleasure to look into her smiling blue-green eyes and make contact with her big, full lips. She was delicious. We kissed a couple times, then we just sat there holding each other in silence for several minutes. I whispered into her soft hair, “I love you, Sierra. Happy Birthday.” She hugged me tighter.
“Thank you, Mr. Mike. I love you too.” We held each other for a minute more, then she took a seat at the table.

Sierra was wearing a short skirt, as she often did. She did not refrain from wearing sexy clothes to school now that she was in college. She was always hot! Today her skirt was short and her top was loose, but her grown-up titties were still obvious. She did wear a bra most of the time, usually one of those thin sports bras. Her titties were the perfect size for her thin frame. I was glad they were not extremely large. I never liked big watermelon tits anyway, and they wouldn't have looked right on her thin body. Hers were just right. Everything about her body was perfectly proportioned.

Sierra had no classes today. She didn't plan to have no classes on her birthday. It was just luck. She had done her research and made her decision, and today we were going to the dealer to get her new car. She was excited about it and showed me the brochures she'd been reading. I had gone with her to test-drive several vehicles over the last few weeks and she had decided on a Toyota Rav4, a small sport-utility vehicle. She loved the outdoor life, camping and hiking, so it seemed like a good choice. By the end of this day she would experience a new kind of freedom.

We talked about it for a while and I got up to get us some more coffee. When I put the coffee on the table she stood up, put her arms around me, and kissed me again. I put my hands on her butt. After a long kiss she whispered, “We're not in a hurry, are we?”
I smiled. “No, my love, we are not.”
She said, “Good,” and put her hands on my ass and kissed me again.
I massaged her ass cheeks, then slid my hands under her skirt and touched her bare skin. She was wearing a thong. When I pulled back and looked into her eyes, I said, “You've officially reached the age of consent, Sweetheart. Do you consent?”
She giggled. She still had her wonderful girlish giggle. “Yes, Sir. I certainly do!”
Our coffee sat on the table and got cold while we went to my bedroom and made love, legally, for the first time.

My sweet girl's delicious pussy still had no hair on it. She used some type of creme that removed it. I'm not sure how it worked, but it worked. When I kissed and nibbled at her mound, it was just as soft and smooth as the day she was born. There were no rough bristles from shaving. It was perfectly soft and wonderful as I slid my tongue up and down her slit.

Now that Sierra and I were the same height, we fit together perfectly in the 69 position. She liked to be on top. She took me into her mouth and teased the head with her full lips and tongue. She could take it deep, and she didn't mind doing it, but more often she would use her expertise just on the head and the little bumps along the rim. She knew that was the most sensitive area and she could do a better job with her talented lips than with the back of her throat. If the circumstances required it, she could make me squirt into her mouth in a very short time, but when we had time, she was much more tender, speeding up and slowing down to prolong my pleasure and her own. She did so this morning, and I did the same for her. It took a while, but she was able to time her orgasm with mine. She was very good at that. Just as she began to grunt and quiver, and flooded my face with her juices, I began to squirt several strong streams into her mouth. She loved to eat my cum. She took pride in swallowing every drop.

When she rolled off of me and relaxed, a minute later she giggled, then leaned over to whisper in my ear, “I still want you to fuck me.... in the butt.”
“I'd love to, Sweetheart.”
She rolled onto her belly and spread her legs wide, then grabbed the pillow and stuck it under her belly, pushing her ass up in an inviting posture. I got behind her, licked her little brown hole for a minute to get it wet, then scooted up and guided my dick to her hole. She spread her cheeks for me. When I pushed it up into her she let out a big breath and whispered, “Oooooh, that feels so good.” She always liked it in her ass. I went slowly at first, then faster, and it didn't take long for us both to cum again. We relaxed for a few minutes, then it was time to go buy a new car.

We had to go to a car dealer about 20 miles from home. There was a Toyota dealer closer, but they didn't have the exact car that Sierra had settled on. I had encouraged her to get exactly what she wanted and not let some salesman sell her something that they had in stock and wanted to get rid of. She took my advice. The dealer we went to had the right car, even down to the color she wanted. She also wanted a stick shift, because they were more fun, but she wanted the hybrid, and the stick shift was not available in that model. She went with the hybrid and gave up the stick shift. A wise choice, I thought.

Sierra was very sensible about the options. She got some useful things that had a function, but no fancy frills. The car was a beautiful blue with ash gray interior. The hybrid had the best gas mileage of any Rav4 model and the all-wheel drive would be indispensable. She was very happy with the finished product. It had what she needed, but no unnecessary frills to run the bill up. It was built to be practical.

Sierra did most of the talking and negotiating. I added a comment here and there, but not much. The final list price was just under $37,000, but Sierra convinced the salesman to knock off almost $2500, telling him that “nobody pays list price.” I was proud of the way she manipulated him. The final cost was about $34,500. The salesman was hoping to make some money on the financing, but he was disappointed when I told him I would write him a check for it. He said that was fine, but they couldn't release the title until the check cleared. I wanted to wrap this deal up today. Without the title we couldn't get license plates. I got on my phone and looked for the nearest branch of my bank, hopefully closer than the 20 miles back home. Luckily, there was a branch about three miles away. We drove up there and I got them a cashiers check. We got all the paperwork and I called my insurance agent and got her set up with insurance before we left the dealership. We were almost done. With one more stop at the license office on the way home, we got her plates, and she was set up. All legal, in more ways than one. Sierra was ecstatic.

When we got back home she went in and got her mom. Carol came out of the house and we all stood around gawking at the new car and talking about it, noticing little details that we hadn't seen before. It was a beautiful car. Sierra said she couldn't wait for it to snow so she could try out the all-wheel drive.

We celebrated by going out to dinner and Carol went with us. We all had a couple of drinks, but didn't stay late. Sierra was not old enough to drink in a bar, but she confidently ordered a drink and they didn't card her. We went home early and Sierra spent the night with me. We watched a movie and went to bed, but we were talking the whole time and paid little attention to the movie. We did not make love that evening. We just held each other close and went to sleep very peacefully.

The next morning we sat at the table drinking coffee and talking. Sierra kept looking out the window, admiring her beautiful new car. She had to go to school in a couple of hours. She was very happy. At a quiet point in our conversation I said, “You're 18 now, Sweetheart. I've waited a long time for this day. I have a big favor to ask you.”
She smiled and said, “Sure, Mr. Mike. Anything you want. What is it?”
I put my coffee down slowly, then stood up and stepped toward her. I took both her hands in mine and kneeled on one knee in front of her chair. She giggled at my dramatic gesture. I looked into her eyes and said, “Miss Sierra, love of my life, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
Sierra was in silent shock for about three seconds. Then tears flooded her eyes. She slid off her chair to her knees, threw her arms around me, and said, “Oh, My God. Oh, Mr. Mike, You KNOW I will. You KNOW I will.” She was sobbing now. I held her and said nothing. She squeezed me tighter than she ever had before and repeated, “You Know I will, Mr. Mike.” I held her in my arms, kneeling on the kitchen floor, for several minutes until she stopped crying. I helped her up into her chair and she cried intermittently for several more minutes before she regained her composure. Tears came again when she tried to speak, “Oh, Mr. Mike, I'm so happy. I've dreamed about this.”
“I have too, Sweetheart. I've waited eight years to ask you that question. I didn't want to wait any longer. I wanted to snap you up before some other young buck comes along to take you away.”
She tried to smile through the tears, “Nobody is going to take me away from you, Mr. Mike. Not now. Not ever!” She stood up and we held each other again.
“Thank you, Sweetheart. I love you. Life wouldn't be worth a shit without you.”
She said, “Oh, Mr. Mike, I love you so much.”
We held each other silently for a long time.

For all the years I have loved her we have worried about what the future might bring. There was much difference in our ages, but our love was strong. We were never certain what the future might bring, or how we might deal with it. We always wondered if we would be able to overcome all obstacles and stay together. Now that she was of legal age, the decisions were only ours. As long as we still wanted each other, nothing could break us apart now. It was a very happy day.

Chapter 3 - A Lady In Life

Sierra had grown into quite a sophisticated young lady. She was stunningly beautiful and always impeccably dressed in her beautiful clothing. She was intelligent, well educated, and well-spoken on many topics. She was polite, thoughtful, considerate, and respectful of others. Her manners and conduct in public were excellent. Even though she wore short skirts frequently, she knew how to move gracefully without displaying her panties to the general public. She was humble and not one bit conceited, despite her extraordinary beauty. She was an amazing young lady and everyone that knew her thought she was wonderful. She was so beautiful that everywhere we went, people stared at her. She would smile at them in a sincere and friendly way. She liked people. She was outgoing and confident, and would talk freely and easily with strangers. By any measure that I could imagine, she was perfect. Of course, I was prejudiced.

She was perfect in our private life as well. What's the old saying.... “A lady in life.... except in bed?” Sierra's sexual appetite was strong. She liked sex in any form. With me, or with another girl, or both. She was ready for sex anytime. She was completely uninhibited and she would do almost anything. Conventional sex, oral or anal, in any position. But she was not promiscuous. When she had multiple partners it was her close friends and me, never a stranger. She didn't care for a stranger's touch, but with people she knew and loved, nothing was off limits. She also had a bit of an exhibitionist streak in her. She was not excited by exposing herself to the public. She didn't really want anyone else to see her, but she liked to expose herself to me, in the presence of others. She thought it was fun and it made her more horny for later. She also enjoyed the freedom of having sex outdoors, when possible, though she did not want others to watch. Sierra didn't drink very much or very often, but on those rare occasions when she had a little too much, her sexual appetite was insatiable. In summary, she was the perfect sex partner. She had the body, the beauty, and the desire. She was awesome in the sack.

Sierra came over one morning before going to school and we went out for breakfast. She had a couple of hours before she had to leave. She was smiling as usual. I have never seen her happier than since I asked her to marry me. I could just see the love and happiness streaming from her face. Of course, Sierra ordered the blueberry pancakes. During our breakfast conversation I asked her, “Does it bother you that you are going to get married and you've never had sex with another man besides me?”
She smiled. “No, Mr. Mike. It doesn't bother me at all. Besides, I HAVE had sex with another man. Remember James, on the riverboat?”
“Oh, yeah. I forgot about James. But he was such a dud in the sack, that really wasn't much of a comparison.”
Sierra giggled. “Yeah, he was a dud. He was barely even there. But it doesn't matter. I don't see what another man could do that you can't do. I'm perfectly happy with just you.”
“Well, thank you, Sweetheart. I appreciate that. I feel the same way about you. I don't need anybody else.”
“But, you've had sex with other girls.” She giggled. “I know at least three of them personally. And there must have been others before you met me.”
I smiled. “Yes, there were a few. But none like you, Sweetheart. None even close.”
“Thank you, Mr. Mike.”
I thought for a minute, then said, “I just didn't want you to feel like you were missing something by marrying me. I mean.... you were so young when we met.”
Sierra reached across the table and squeezed my hand. “I'm not missing a thing, Mr. Mike. I don't need anybody but you.... until death do us part.”
I returned the squeeze of her hand. “Thank you, Sweetheart. I'll love you until then.” We continued our breakfast. After a few minutes I said, “Sierra, there's another thing.”
“What's that, Mr. Mike?”
“Well, you know that I've been with Diana, and that I still am occasionally. I'll stop that if you want me to.”
Sierra put her fork down and took both my hands. “Mr. Mike, There's no reason for you to stop seeing Diana. That would make her unhappy for no reason. I love Diana. She's like my sister. I know you're with her sometimes. I am too.... sometimes. And I don't plan on stopping. You know how you always say that you don't make rules for me? Well, I don't make them for you either. Just because we're getting married, that doesn't change anything. Diana likes you very much. There's no reason to hurt her. And if there is ever someone else that you want to be with, all I ask is that you tell me, as you always have. Just don't do it behind my back. I'll do the same for you. Let's have no secrets from each other. OK?”
“OK, Sweetheart. OK. You've got a deal.” She smiled when she saw the small tear in my eye.

Back home in the kitchen Sierra wrapped her long arms around me. “I'm so happy, Mr. Mike. You've made me so happy. You've always made me happy. Why are you so good to me?”
“Because I love you, Sweetheart. Don't you know that?”
She took my head in her hands and kissed me, pushing her tongue into my mouth. I reached down to rub between her legs with one hand, pulling her close to me with the other. When I could speak again I said, “And because you have the most beautiful, delicious little pussy in this world.”
Sierra giggled and whispered, “I think you've got time for a little taste before school.”
“Mmmmm.... I'd love a little taste.”

Even though Sierra was almost six feet tall, I could still pick her up and put her on the kitchen counter. She giggled and lifted her skirt, then slipped her panties down and kicked them away. When I moved in close she raised and spread her legs, putting her feet wide apart on the counter beside her. She was very flexible. Her cunt was beautiful; perfectly soft, smooth and wet. Very wet and delicious. A few minutes later, with my hands on her soft thighs, she had her orgasm. She bumped her head on the cabinet and knocked a glass into the sink, but it was worth it. When it was over, she relaxed for a minute, then giggled. “That was my first orgasm on a kitchen counter. I didn't know what I was missing.” She giggled again.

Sierra gathered her panties and other belongings, kissed me goodbye, and was off to school. “Thanks for everything, Mr. Mike. See Ya tonight.”

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