I have always been aroused by the conflict between innocence and sin. The unblemished angel, as of yet untouched by the lust of boys. The sweet Lolita, so sheltered and inexperienced of the world and its ways - yet with a curiosity, a hunger to taste the forbidden fruit.

I met Carol while working as a grocery store clerk. She kept coming through my checkout line, almost shy but also clearly on a mission. That fresh face, smiling at me with a wry hint of sexual danger as she placed her candy on the counter.

My colleagues at the store also sensed the tension, her attraction to me. They kidded me with words like "jailbait" and "14 will get you 20." I had guessed that she was 14, but she insisted she had just turned 18 years old. I knew better and it made me nervous.

It surprised me then, the day she drove to my grocery store and purchased a cart full of food. She came on Tuesday, the one day of the week when I worked as a box boy. Carol knew she could ask me to help take her bags to the car. I had doubted she was old enough to drive, and even seeing her behind the wheel, I was positive she was only 15-and-a-half and was only in possession of her learner's permit.

This baby-faced dishwater blonde looked at me with twinkling greenish blue eyes. I couldn't stop staring at her smooth tanned legs and the tiny beginnings of breasts budding forth from her underdeveloped chest. She caught me staring, and recognized my glance for what it was: pure desire.

"My dad's not home this weekend," she told me. Then Carol handed me a small note with her address on it. "Come over. I'll cook you dinner tonight."

My heart raced. I swallowed hard. "Well...." I hesitated. "We'll see, ok?" I didn't want to commit. I wasn't even sure if what I was contemplating was legal.

It was. She showed me her driver's license. She was indeed 18.

I showed up around 6 pm. I didn't bring a bottle of wine. It didn't seem appropriate. Her father, I learned, was an aerospace engineer from Great Britain. Her mother had passed away when she was young, and Carol's dad raised her on his own. They had a very beautiful upscale house with a spacious kitchen, and a hot tub out on the deck.

To her credit, Carol cooked a delicious meal. She had her own bottle of wine - probably her dad's, and consumed her glass very conservatively. I never felt like she lost control or became inebriated. No, quite to the contrary she had a laser like focus on what she was doing and seemed to know exactly what she wanted to accomplish.

I wouldn't have likely busted a move. I was much too shy. It was Carol who took the initiative and suggested after dinner that we skinny dip in the jacuzzi. I was so embarrassed to strip. I didn't want to remove my jeans because I had a huge hard-on. I thought she might be frightened by my erection. Not at all. She was fascinated.

Carol ended up passionately sucking me off that night. She was guarded with her virginity, but more than willing to engage in oral sex with me. I ended up coming to her house that summer, whenever her father was out of town with his girlfriend. She let me finger bang her and lick her tight little virgin hole; but she wouldn't allow my dick within the same zip code as her vagina.

I saw Carol last year when I went home to bury my elderly mother. She hadn't moved, and still lived in her father's house. She had been married for 22 years, and had three children. There were lines on her face, and age surrounding her eyes; but through it all shined this eager young girl full of desire and innocence who wanted to please me orally that one night. How could I ever forget that?