A loud knocking on the door causes you to start. You're not expecting anyone today, so it's strange to hear such an insistent rapping on your front door. You sigh and stand up from the couch, walking through your living room to the door. All annoyance you felt at an unannounced intrusion on your afternoon vanishes as soon as the door swings open to reveal two beautiful young girls. They're Girl Scouts and have a small wagon with a few boxes of their signature cookies, ready for sale. The girls are wearing their official uniforms—green vests and white blazers. One of them has a clipboard that you assume is used to keep track of orders.
The younger looking one speaks, "Hi! We don't normally come around this area, but we wanted to visit some different areas today to give new people a chance to buy some cookies." She holds up a flyer that showcases the different types of cookies and smiles brightly at you. Her blonde hair hangs loosely down her shoulders and frames her pale face quite nicely. Despite her age, she seems to know just how to sell her product, and in an instant she has closed the distance between you and taken your hand while she reads the flavors off her list. "We're selling Thin Mints! My favorite!" She says, her voice sweet and innocent. "What do you like Mister?"
"I uh, I like Thin Mints too." She giggles and ducks her head shyly at your response, but you feel sure it's an act; she has you right where she wants you. She then continues, "You know Mister, you're the last house on our route today and we still have twenty boxes to sell if we want to meet our goal..." she looks up at you expectantly and you find yourself unable to say no to those big blue eyes, so you nod your head. "Yeah, I'll buy a few extra, but I don't know if I can do twenty. Let me just go inside and get my wallet."
"Hey Mister, it's awfully cold out here, do you think we could come inside while you get your wallet?" The young blonde asks. The older girl gives her a look and begins whispering, "Don't be rude! He's a customer! Besides, we..." You can't make out the rest of what she says, but the younger girl just giggles and shakes her head, "Mister seems really nice though, and it's suuper cold out." Despite her friend's objections the younger girl follows you inside and without regard to decorum throws herself onto your couch while you head into your bedroom to get your wallet.
When you return, the older girl looks nervous about something and whispers into her friend's ear. The young girl laughs and says, "Julie has to go to the bathroom." Julie blushes and looks at her friend, "Sophie!"
You smile at the two girl scouts, "the bathroom's just down that hallway." Julie nods quickly and runs off to take care of her bursting bladder. Once she's gone, Sophie turns to you and breaks out into the most dazzling smile. She's cute as hell with her long blonde hair and bright blue eyes; what's worse is she knows it. "So Mister, now that we're all alone, I have a proposition for you. If you buy all twenty of the boxes we have left I'll give you a kiss..." she whispers, giving you a playful wink. It's almost impossible to resist this kind of behavior when combined with her youthful appearance and pretty features. You decide to make an effort anyway, "I-I don't know why you think that would be something I want, you're what, Ten? I'm a grown man, I don't want to—" Sophie puts a finger to your lips, cutting off your rambling. "I'm eleven actually and you can stop lying... I saw you looking at my butt when we first knocked on your door. Whatta you say Mister? Wanna taste?"
She's obviously not talking about the cookies. This young girl is offering you a taste of something far sweeter than any baked good. She grins at you mischievously and sticks her lower lip out, her pink tongue peeking out from behind her teeth. She takes a step forward and places her hands on your hips. In response you put your own hands on her small arms, holding them back. "Stop that right now!"
"But Mister, it's a free sample, I won't tell if you don't." You can hear the laughter in her voice, and see by the look in her eyes she won't take no for an answer. "Alright, but just one." She climbs up onto your lap and places her small hands on your shoulders. This is already far beyond what you bargained for, given her age you assumed she was going to give you a quick little kiss—maybe a little tongue if she was feeling bold, but this... this is obviously going to be far more intimate than that.
Sophie