Chapter 1

At 2:04 P.M. on Monday the fourth, my phone rang. I hated to answer it. The past few days had held only bad news and I was damned tired of it. So, I let it ring and ring. Finally the answer machine picked it up. I recognized Eric's voice immediately. Since he never talks to me, I grabbed the phone.

"Hello", I said it slowly to ward off whatever was next. My brother and I fought over everything and as a result, we just didn't communicate.

"Mom died this morning." That was it. Flat. Final. Without any feeling. " Funeral Friday."

I was too shaken to say anything. Mom, had the flu; but, was improving just yesterday when we talked. Now this? I held the phone to my ear but couldn't say a word. Eric was silent too. Then,"See ya Friday." And he hung up.

I must have sat there for ten minutes holding the phone. I couldn't even hear the dial tone. Then it hit me. I struggled for air. My head was dizzy. And then the tears. I couldn't stop. Big sobs as the tears rolled down my cheeks. I can't tell you how long I sat there, at my home office desk, eyes shut tight and sobbing. I didn't hear the door open or anyone in the room with me.

"Are you okay, mister?" It was the girl that lived in the apartment next door. Mandy, I think.

"I...I...My m....." I just lost it. There in front of a kid. I was crying so hard and I couldn't stop.

Then she did something that still surprises me to this day. She just climbed up into my lap, sitting with her little legs dangling off the one side of the chair, twisted her upper body to face me, slid her arms around me and lay her head on my chest. She never said another word, just laid there holding me.

I was crying and she would pat my back softly and squeeze me as best she could. Finally, I settled down and put my arms around her and held her to me. We stayed like that, in my office chair for maybe ten minutes when I noticed that Mandy had fallen asleep.

This was an amazing turn of events. Here I was at my desk in my home office with this little angel pressed against my chest and stomach feeling both pain and pleasure. The pain of losing my Mom, whom I loved. And the pleasure of these feelings from contact with this cute little girl.

Mandy was 9 or 10 years old, I guessed. She had dark auburn hair and blue eyes. She was thin, like most active kids. But Mandy had strong shoulders and the tiny hips of a young child. I thought she was the cutest little girl I had ever seen. We would say hello in the hall, but really didn't know each other well. And here she was lying on top on me in my apartment...sound asleep.

I wasn't thinking about how sexy she was; or really thinking at all. But my hands moved automatically and I slowly began to rub her back. I was careful not to wake her and just gently ran my hands up and down the back of her tee shirt. I could feel her ribs under her shirt. I love little girls; but, this wasn't exactly like that. I needed to feel another person so I didn't feel so all alone. So, I rubbed Mandy's back and it helped.

My hand moved down her side and over her slim hip. Her hips were amazingly small. I was sure they would fill out nicely once puberty arrived. But now they were so small and tight. The feel of her firm young flesh under my hand was exiting, even through her clothing.

We must have sat there for twenty minutes or so, with Mandy asleep on me. I gently stroked her back and hip and shifted around enough that she couldn't feel my hardon.

Finally Mandy moved and started to wakeup. She didn't let go of me, or look up. With her head still on my chest she said, "When my Dad died, I couldn't stop crying. I must have cried for two weeks. Nothing helped except when someone would hold me. You were so sad, I thought it might help you too."

What in the world? Who was this little girl that was so understanding and so giving? I don't know many adults that could be this good for someone in pain.

"Thank you, Mandy. I feel better. But, it still hurts. I may need some more hugs."

"I'll stop by later to see how you're doing. We can talk some then, if you want to." And she was gone. Hopped off my lap and was out the door before I could say another word.

"Did she feel my hands? Did she know I was turned on? Oh, that felt good!" All this and more ran through my brain as I sat there dazed. Finally, I saved my work and put the computer to sleep and got up to have a drink. I was sad and elated and puzzled all at once. I wondered if I would ever feel Mandy again.

Chapter 2

I don't know if Mandy was too busy or forgot me, but, she never returned that Monday. I felt a big disappointment. And of course a great sadness. But, it was a school night and maybe she had too much work to do.

On Tuesday, I really wanted to wallow in self pity. But, I had a story deadline and so I had to work. I slogged through the day with my heart dragging on the floor. But, I managed to complete the work and was sitting at my desk with my finger on send when Mandy comes breezing in through the door.

"I'm sorry Robert. I wanted to come back last night. But, Mom got home and I don't want to explain to her why I wanted to visit you. It's our business, not her's. " Mandy didn't even slow down. She walked right up to my chair and climbed into my lap. Just the same as yesterday, she sat side-saddle, turned her upper body toward me and laid down on my stomach with her head on my chest.

This time, there was no hiding my excitement. I know she heard my heart pounding, and that big sigh of contentment. Mandy didn't acknowledge my condition; even though I know she could hear and feel my heart.

"Are you okay today?" she asked.

"I'm better Mandy. It still hurts a lot and I'm so glad you came to visit me again." I didn't know what to do with my hands. So, I just let them hang down by my sides.

"Aren't you going to rub my back again?" she didn't look up and see me blush. So, she did know what was going on yesterday. This was one cool kid.

"If you don't mind." I said.

"It feels good." She said.

"To me too." And I started to gently rub her back. I could feel her relax against me as I slowly moved my hands over her back.

I started to wonder, did she know how excited the feel of her young body made me? Does she even know what a man's dick is? We needed...no, I needed to move forward with this girl.

"Would your Mom be mad at you for being here with me?" I wanted to make our meeting a secret if I could.

"Yeah, I don't think she would understand." Mandy wiggled a little and settled into my chest.

"Mandy, I don't know if I understand." I threw it out there to keep her talking. "But, I do know that having you here, close to me like this, helps me so much. I don't want you to leave." I thought if any ten year old could handle that, it would be this amazing girl.

"But as much as I love to hold you, I do not want your Mom to get mad at you or at me." This was true. And I knew as I said it, that this could be asking too much loyalty from my new friend.

"Yeah," she said, "I've thought of that too. I think we're going to have to keep this a secret."

"Okay," I responded, "I don't want to lose you."

At that, Mandy gave me a little hug and snuggled down into my chest. I continued to rub her back occasionally straying down to those sexy, tiny hips of hers. Soon, it seemed that Mandy had fallen asleep again. I, of course, continued to molest this wonderful child with my hands. I felt her sides and back, her hip and a little of that cute round butt.

We sat like that for 30 minutes or so. Finally, Mandy started to move. She stretched and rubbed herself against my chest and stomach. After a minute, she pushed herself up until she was sitting on my lap. I was praying that she couldn't feel that erection pressing against her ass.

As quick as a flash, Mandy pushed herself up and kissed me on the lips. It was a quick dry smooch, but right on my lips. With that she hopped off my lap, straightened her dress and with a wave went out the door. I sat there, dazed again by this precocious 10 year old.