It was midnight when I heard a faint tapping on the front door. Who, I wondered, could this be at so late an hour? The tapping came again as I was approaching the door. I slipped the latch and pulled the handle. A frail young girl, wet from the rain, stumbled through the door and landed in a heap exhausted, on the hall floor. Uttering the words, "Help me," she fell into unconsciousness. What to do? She was small, of no age. Maybe 15, four foot six, long blonde hair. She had a sallow complexion, but a healthy round face. I eased her legs away from the door and closed it. Taking my coat from a hook in the hallway I placed it over her for warmth. I fetched a towel from the closet to rest her head on. She stirred, groaned a little and then opened her eyes. She was startled and screamed, "No-o-o-!"

I calmed her, telling her she had nothing to fear in this house. I helped her to her feet, and then I pointed to the drawing room. I supported her as we walked in that direction. I showed her through the door and steered her to a chair by the fire. She sat and wrapped herself in the shawl I offered. Unsure of what to do in such circumstances I went to the kitchen to make tea, Hot Sweet Tea! That fixes everything, well almost. I kept an eye on her through the door. She seemed to have nodded off. While she was out of it I went up stairs to fetch my dressing gown. I lay the gown on the back of her chair and went to finish off the tea. After a few minutes I was standing near the fire and there were two steaming mugs of tea on the coffee table.

The girl opened her eyes. Pale and wide-eyed, she stared at me nervously. I could see she wanted to talk, but she was unsure of me.

"How are you feeling," I said. I picked up a mug and gave it to her. She half smiled as she took it. Picking up the other mug I sat in the chair opposite. I smiled. She smiled back. She was a very pretty girl, somewhere in her teens but difficult to tell 16-17-18. She had long blonde, wet, hair and couldn't have been much taller than 4'6', that alone could have put her early to mid teens I suppose but she looked older than that, though not much. She had blue eyes and a round face, slim build, but that could be her age. Standing up she came up to my armpit. I suppose she was a child but her face wasn't child like until she smiled. I explained that I would look after her until she felt better and she could phone her parents to collect, her if she wished. I said if she wanted to talk she could any time she chose to, or not, as the case maybe. I made idle chit chat about the weather and all the girls that keep falling through my front door at midnight. She giggled. It seemed she was warming up and feeling a bit more relaxed. She told me her name, "Lianne".

I asked if she wanted me to call the police? She said "NO!"

"Okay as you please."

She stood and keeping the shawl around her shoulders she began to remove her wet clothes. I turned away.

"Don't be shy," she said, you ain't the first to see me."

I got up. "I got you a dressing gown," I said, "its on the chair."

I walked around to pick it up and give it to her. She wore just the shawl and her knickers, and though she looked comfortable, her skin was blue.

"You're cold get closer to the fire," I said.

"No its alright," she laughed, "It's the jeans the dye has come out.

"Oh I see".

I held out the dressing gown for her. She turned to face me, then dropped the shawl and stood there a few seconds, naked but for her flimsy knickers. She was a vision of beauty. Small breasts, slender legs, a miniature woman. The vision of her made me catch my breath.

"You like. I see." She turned and put her arms into the sleeves of the gown, one by one. Her ivory skin glowed, her breasts though quite small were beautiful nonetheless. She wrapped the dressing gown around her, and then, as she sat, tucked her feet up beside her.

As I took my seat she said, "You haven't seen many girls my age just in their knickers, have you?"

"No," I said, "not in many years,"

"How many?"

"Well that's difficult," I said, "I can't quite place your age."

"Put it this way," she said, if a policeman came in here now he would arrest you."

"Oh! That sort of age!"

"Younger," she said through an awkward smile.

"Younger? So you are telling me, what fourteen? fifteen? Maybe."

"No," she said, "thirteen"

"Well you don't look thirteen."

"That is no defence in court," she said sarcastically, "It's a blessing in disguise really."

"How so?"

"If the police stop me I usually get to walk away, she said, "but a thirteen year old is much sought after. If I looked thirteen I could make a fortune."

"Oh."

"Do you understand what I am saying?"

"Yes, I think so," I said nervously. This is the girl of my dreams. She was properly under age and sexually active. I might have died and gone to heaven. Though she had a waif like body she might have been seventeen or eighteen.

She reached for her tea and as she did so the dressing gown fell open revealing her breasts again. She looked up to see if I had noticed, then smiling, with her empty hand pulled the gown across her front. She sipped her tea. I had a hard time covering my excitement. I leaned forward to pick up the paper. This action caused me some pain. I eased back into the chair and half made out I was reading it while still paying attention to her.

"Might I ask what brought you here tonight," I enquired.

"You might, but I don't think I want to tell you just yet."

"Well may I ask what plans you have for the rest of the night?"

"Ah! That would be telling," she said.

"Well it would be nice to have some idea. I need to think about calling for a taxi to take you home or making a bed up in the spare room if you plan to stay."

She smiled, sipped her tea and looked mischievous. "I don't want a taxi nor do you have to make up a bed."

"Well what do you want?" I asked

"I could sleep in front of the fire here if that's OK?"

"Well yes you could if you really want to, but you would be much more comfortable upstairs in the spare room."

"Or I could sleep in your bed."

Oh God! I do believe she is playing with me. What was her game? What bought her here? What does she want of me? I looked directly into her eyes and asked, "Well what is it you want to do?"

"Well I might as well sleep in your bed. No funny business mind."

"Do you think that is a good idea," I said

"Why are you fancying a tumble with a kid?"

"That's not the point," I flustered. A quick flash went through my head. Naughty!

"Oh so you do?"

"I am certainly aware that you are pretty, but would make no advance on you."

"Oh blimey! Are you a saint?"

"Most certainly not!" I said indignantly.

"Then what's the problem?"

"Well I am human and with you sleeping beside me I would spend most of the night with er ... how can I put this... an erection I would never forget, and which you, should you set eyes on it, might not either."

"Yeah right!" she pooh pooh'd my comment.

"As you wish," I said. By this time my tool was progressing half way to my knee. It would be difficult, nay impossible, to stand up without her seeing my misshapen trousers. I put my hand under my leg and dug my nails in behind my knee as hard as I could until slowly my erection subsided. I almost brought tears to my own eyes, but the effect was as required. I think she noticed. Well she seemed to have an impish look of acknowledgement on her face.

I finished my tea, put the paper on the table and stood up. "OK," I said, "it's late. The spare room is at the top of the stairs. I will fetch you a blanket if you want to sleep here or you can go to the spare room. The choice is yours."

"Is that the only choice?"

"I said the choice is yours, but I must go to bed I need to be up early in the morning. If you go up stairs please remember to put the lights out down here." I turned and left the room. Half way up the stairs I heard the lights click off, followed by her footfall on the stairs. Without turning around to see her I just knew the dressing gown was open. Had it not been then she would have been tripping up the stairs. I turned right on to the landing and pointed to the spare room. I entered the bathroom saying, "I will be about ten minutes then you can have it." "OK," she said and went into the bedroom.

I stripped for a shower, but she had my dressing gown. Turning on the taps I stepped inside the cabinet to stand under the hot water, with half an erection. I had no idea what was coming. Would she sleep in the spare room? Would she sleep downstairs? I doubted she would sleep in my room. I soaped up and raised my erection to its fullest and jerked off. At least then if she came into my bed it would not be so obvious. I thought of her. I thought of her hands on my penis. I thought of her mouth on me. I thought she would be good at sex because she has had practice. My soapy hand slid easily up and down my shaft as I imagined her and me in my bed. Faster and faster I stroked my manhood until I could hold it no longer and my jizz spurted up the steamy glass. I finished showering and took the shower head from the bracket and washed my semen off the glass and down the plug hole. It was as I was doing this the steamy glass cleared and I saw her sitting by the bath. Oh my god! Had she seen me? What will she think? She will have me down as a pervert. I know she will. I must have gone bright red. I eased opened the door of the shower and reached out for my towel.

"Well," I said as I wrapped the towel around me covering my now flaccid penis, "How long have you been there?"

"Long enough," she said.

"How long is that?"

"Oh I would say a good nine inches," she giggled.

"What? Oh that."

"Do you always wank in the shower?" she asked.

"No," I stammered.

"Special night tonight was it?

"Yes if you must know"

"Think of me while you were ... playing?" she asked.

"Well yes, as it happens, I did!"

"And what exactly did you think about?

She was playing with me. She knew I was embarrassed, but she was having a game. Well I was going to call her bluff. "I imagined," I said, "you sliding your hands up and down my prick. I imagined what it might be like to have your mouth sucking on my nob and I thought of you as being good at sex because you have done it often before. Happy now?"

"Well why didn't you say before, we could have shared the shower," she said, the dressing gown falling open. My towel was beginning to slip.

"The shower is there if you want it I am off to bed." She sat there looked me straight in the eye, her breasts just visible. The towel was beginning to rise again and she had noticed.

"Can I have a wank in the shower?" she said.

"Yes if you want to," I was beginning to get excited again.

"Will you do it for me?" she asked.

"Sorry not this time."

She stood up and let the dressing gown fall to the floor. She stood there totally naked. I caught my breath. She didn't have any pubic hair at all. She was beautiful beyond my wildest dreams. There was no contest really. I wanted to go to bed, but when was I ever going to get another opportunity like this. My penis started to lift the towel. She giggled, reached to the towel. I got harder as she held me.

"This is a big one," she said, "You were not kidding when you said I might not forget it."

"I am not in the habit of bragging," I said, my weapon now full stretch.

"Come on in," she said, "come and wash my back."

I let the towel fall away, her eyes nearly popped out of her head at the sight of my now huge piece of meat. "My god!" she said I am up for playing, but you are not going to stick that in me. I leaned over her and kissed her on the head. She stood by the shower; I reached around her to turn the tap on. My penis touched the middle of her back, she only came up to my chest. I drew in a sharp breath. My penis against the warmth of her skin was so erotic. She shuddered and stepped into the hot water. I followed. Standing close behind her I closed the door. My manhood lay up the length of her spine. My balls didn't even touch on her pert bottom. Oh ecstasy! I reached for the shower gel and started lathering up my hands. Placing my hands on her shoulders I began washing her back, gently, slowly, but with feeling. I placed one hand on her tummy and standing beside her, washed her back as a parent might do with a child. I circled my hand over her body working my way down to her bottom. With her bum in my hand I gently squeezed as I washed being careful not to touch her private bits. She was breathing deeply enjoying the sensation I was giving her. I could feel her heart pounding in her body. Every inch of her was beginning to shudder. She was having an orgasm. "Oh!" she said, "You're good, very good."

I sat on the floor and began to wash her legs. I had both hands around one very slender leg gently masturbating it up and down from the very bottom almost to the very top. The blue dye from her jeans started to wash off. I was not going to touch her at the very top of her legs, but I was near enough to make her whimper. She leaned her forearms on the wall of the shower and put her face in her hands resting her head against the wall. When I had finished with her left leg I did the same with her right leg. Both hands gently massaging up and down. I had never done this before but it seemed to be working for her. When I had 'finished' that leg I pulled at her hips and guided her down to sit on my stomach with my penis poking between her legs and touching her tummy. I soaped up again and now washed her front wrapping my arms around her and soaping her breasts. My right arm washed her left breast and my left her right breast. Her nipples were standing out like jelly tots. I moved a

round to her sides and washed her armpits. She pulled my hands back to her tits. This was amazing. There I was slouched on the shower floor with a very soapy girl sitting on my stomach, and I wanted to go to bed? Ha!

Lianne soaped up her hands, reached down and soaped my balls. How I didn't cum I don't know. She slid her hands up and down my penis then back around my balls. "Oh Fuck!!! This is great. I have never had any thing like this before."

"Me neither," she said, "I have had so many orgasms already its incredible.

"Well," says I, "If you keep that up I think I may just explode!" She did. Not full on, but enough to keep me almost ready to cum. I slid my hand down her lithe body and massaged her groin from her hips to her treasure and back again. She gripped my penis as she bucked in orgasm once more. She was kneeling now with her bottom facing me. I could see her prize. I soaped up and washed her girl bits. Easing my hands around her buttocks and running my thumbs up along her crack. I cleaned her bum hole so it sparkled and her fuck hole clean enough to eat your dinner from. I pulled her back towards me. I licked her buttocks and nipped them playfully. I had slid down in the shower and was now almost laying down.

While I was teasing her glory hole with my tongue her face had come to my penis she stopped lathering it up and let the shower rinse off the soap. She dangled her wet hair on my parts as I stuck my tongue in her vagina as far as I could. She screamed! Her orgasm squirted in my face. She tasted of honey. She licked my nob, quick, dancing licks and flicks. I could feel the cum welling up in my sac getting ready to erupt into her face, but she was good. She kept me just far enough away from pumping my jizz as was necessary until she was ready to let it happen.

I reached her clitoris and flicked it with my tongue she whimpered. I did it again she whimpered again and dropped her head down on to my love pole. I could feel the back of her throat with the head of my penis. I howled. She lifted up and then down again. I was working her at my end while she was working me at her end. I pushed my index finger inside her loveliness. She gently squeezed my balls at the same time as going down on my pole. How long we could go on like this I don't know, but I never wanted it to stop. I tickled her anus with another finger and she nearly choked. Taking me deeper down her throat. I was a second away from letting it all flow. I slid my finger in her ass and, with o

rgasm in her hips, she pounded up and down on my joy to make me cum. I slapped her ass to let her know it was time, but she just kept at it as my juice gushed out into her mouth. She lifted her head and what seemed like a bucket of cum splashed all over her face, all over me and it was all over everything. My heart pounding endlessly as my semen drained out of me. For a time we lay there sixty-nine style both totally exhausted. Drained of energy, spent! What a fuck and I didn't even enter her. The view I had was of her girlie bits, her lovely rounded ass and along he spine to her head. My penis resting on her shoulder. After we caught our breath she sat up, her girlness on my chest. I lifted her so I could breathe. She faced the shower head to wash my cum off her face. I have never shot so much juice in my life. It was on her face in her hair all over my prick and balls. We were swimming in it or so it seemed. She slowly got to her feet ad reached down the sprayer and started washing me down. My cum, which must have been of the best quality that night was draining down the plughole. When she had finished cleaning me she set to washing the cum out of her hair, it took a long time.

While she was doing that I dried off and talced all over. With her hair clean I dried her beautiful body. Paying attention to every square inch. She sat on the edge of the bath while I used the hair drier. It seemed I brushed her hair for ages, but when it was dry it was wonderful hair.

We left the bathroom naked. I was amazed at how she looked, so young, petite. I turned her towards the spare room; she pushed me to my room. We got into bed. We stayed naked all night. I hugged her from behind. My one hand across her shoulder, wrapped across her breasts and under her arm. She pulled my free hand down to her tummy and pushed my hand between her legs but not on her treasure. Her head lay on my forearm, my flaccid penis lay behind her legs my finger tips just touching it. It couldn't even throb let alone rise. Just laying there with a child, who was so obviously not just a child, was a wonderful warm experience. My heart beat gently in a rhythm it had never beaten before. I had never felt so good about anyone. Lianne was soon fast asleep, but I lay there thinking about what happened, why?

When I awoke in the morning she was not in the bed. Had I dreamed it all, the shower, everything? I heard a sound downstairs. I got up and walked down to the living room. I peeped round the door; Lianne was standing in the kitchen preparing a tray of tea. She was naked as was I. She was so divine standing there putting the tea things on the tray. Her soft blonde hair swirled around her shoulders. She padded softly across to the cupboard to fetch the sugar. I watched until she had finished and picked up the tray. She saw me standing there with half a hard on.

"Ah you spoilt my surprise," she said, "I was bringing you tea in bed. I have biscuits too."

"I have to make a call. I will be up soon." As I phoned the office I watched as this bundle of beauty ascended the stairs. She was a real person I hadn't dreamed it. My heart swelled and my dick followed. I got my assistant to wriggle me out of the morning's proceedings. I said that I had food poisoning and was feeling bad and that I would be in after lunch. All the time I was thinking about the child in my room and my pecker stood up right. As I climbed the stairs my rise subsided.

On entering the bedroom I saw her sat in bed with her knees up and resting her chin upon them. As I approached the bed I could see 'her' between her ankles. This beautiful blonde being was here because I ... we ... did something spectacular last night and that wove something together in us. I stacked the pillows up against the headboard and joined her on the bed. She poured the tea and offered the biscuits. I brushed her hair away from her face with my hand, her oh so soft hair. She looked up into my face smiling. We sat drinking tea and eating biscuits, both totally naked, both totally comfortable with how we were. She turned to face me and sat cross-legged. A biscuit crumb on her lip tumbled on to the bed. I looked into her eyes and saw some sadness. I ran my eyes over her shoulders down to her breasts. I caressed her with my eyes all over. Right down to her shaven lips. She was a picture of serenity. I placed my hand on her leg and rubbed the inside of her thigh gently. She smiled and put her hand on mine.

"Last night was good," I said.

"Good! It was fucking awesome!" she said, "I have never, ever had it like that before."

She smiled. I smiled back. "Will it ever happen again?" I asked.

"I don't know," she said, "Do you want it to?"

"Oh you don't know how much. You are a beautiful child. Very passionate, very loving."

"Ah ya just saying that."

"No, no I mean it. I have never felt so wonderful with anyone. You are like an angel, except I have never seen an angel naked before."

"Bet you never fucked one either!" she said rather coarsely.

"Well to use your language I didn't 'fuck' you."

"Ok I will give you that, but you weren't far off."

"I know. I really wanted you, but you were so good in other ways."

"I watch porn movies."

"Really!"

"Yeah, my family have lots of them at home. I watch them when I bunk off school. Sometimes my friends come and watch. They all end up with wet knickers."

"Shouldn't you be in school today."

"Nah! Holidays."

"Oh."

"So what had you planned to do today."

"Nothing."

"Don't your family worry about where you are."

"No. I tell them I am at a friend's house. They don't care" She was staring at her knees. I reached across and lifted her head. I kissed her forehead. She smiled. "What did you do that for?"

"I wanted to ... I want you to feel I care."

"Do you?"

"Yes."

"It's not just because we had a great time last night?"

"No I felt something for you as you fell in through the door."

She laughed. "That must have been scarey."

"Well I wasn't really sure what to do. This sort of thing doesn't happen to me very often, well not at all really."

I saw her eyes brighten as I watched her, she wanted to be cared for, I think. I wanted to care for her. Yes OK I knew it wasn't going to happen like that. Nothing is ever that easy. I have never really had anyone to call 'my own' before. Least ways not that would rely on me as she might, but I am realistic, while me might see each other from time to time we had no future together as much as I would like it to be otherwise. She moved closer and rested her head on my arm. I put my arms around her and hugged her frail body. We just sat together comfortably. I kissed the top of her head and she kissed my chest. It was surreal. It was life changing. I never wanted to let her go. I knew what had happened was wrong in the eyes of the law. I knew full well that I could go to jail if she went to the police, but what happened is what she wanted. It's no good saying 'she is just a child', because last night she wasn't a child and I didn't teach her that. Last night happened b

ecause two 'people' needed someone. They met at the right time and helped each other. I doubt if I will ever meet anyone again who is so innocent yet so worldly wise.

I slid down the bed and pulled her towards me. We cuddled for a while and my percy responded, as they do. She reached down and stroked him. She said, "It looks like he wants to play again."

"Oh I think he does," I said, "but I don't really have time now."

She held me in her hand and rubbed me up and down. I got harder and harder till it would not go away. She smiled at me. "I don't think you will be getting that in your trousers before you go to work."

"No I think you are right. You're a minx."

"A what?"

"A minx. A bit of a tease."

"Oh I'm that alright," she said.

"What do you want to do now then?"

"Well this is nice just laying here," she said, "but last night was nicer."

"OK but I can't afford to spend a hour in there like last night."

"It was closer to two."

"No wonder I am so tired!"

I kissed the end of her nose, placed my hand between her breasts to feel her heart beat. She responded full on the lips. My meat came up begging for play. I reached across to the bedside locker and retrieved a bottle of massage oil. I squeezed some on her chest and rubbed it in from her shoulders, across her breasts , her flat tummy and near to her treasure.

"Let me have a go." She wanted to play. She poured oil over my tool and balls then started to rub it in. We came together twisting and hugging, the oil making a very nice all over body lubricant. We rolled around for a bit kissing. Her shortness meant that my penis was rubbing up and down the front of her thighs rather than nearer her tummy area had she been taller. But it was fun. Massage oil on your lips was fun too. My penis slid through her legs and rested just short of her clit. Her nipples were stuck out again. She lifted one leg and reached down to massage my nuts. She took my dick held it out straight and slid down my body effectively sitting on a perch. I looked over her shoulder and could see my tool peering upwards behind the twin mounds of her lovely bum. She reached round and rubbed it a bit. If I had come at that moment I would have been a happy man, but she knew just how much to play.

I am lying on my back with this beautiful child on top of me. The upper side of my penis is rubbing her clitoris as she lifts her bottom up and down. She groans and I know she has reached an orgasm. I am in heaven. It just can't get any better, but it does. She draws her knees up and my tool falls flat on my stomach. She then sits along my shaft and procedes to slide the length of my torso. She slid back first until she is sitting past my balls and then rubs me up a bit, not that it was necessary, then she slides forward running her girl lips along the exposed underside of my pleasure stick. She rests almost on my chest and off the end of my pride and joy. She does this again back and forward, back and forward, stopping to wriggle her bottom on my shaft to enjoy an orgasm every so often, until one time she stops early. Her vagina must be sitting on top of the head of my penis. If I arched my back I might just slip inside her. She knew what I was thinking.

"No," she said with a twinkle in her eye, not today. Then she slides all the way back past my balls. Her girlie lips seemed to be hugging my shaft. She does this many times often orgasming in the process. If she came once she came five or six times doing this. For a while she sat with her ass on my balls and my bellend reaching up past my belly button. She came up and kissed me, then went back to sitting. She thrust her hips forward and back, each time getting closer to the head of my pole. She probably orgasmed twice while doing this. She was a very clever girl.

"Are you ready," she said.

"For what?"

"Your turn"

"What ya got in mind?"

"Well I'm not sure but I'll think of something." She poured more oil over mammoth and started rubbing up and down with her hand. "Oooo," says I "that's nice!"

"It's supposed to be," she said.

"Well more of the same please." She slid down my legs her tits were around my pleasure. She rubbed herself along me causing me to gasp in expectation.

"Is this nice too," she said.

"Oh yesssss!"

"Time to empty them big balls of yours," she said. She sat up. Using both hands she masturbated me to a climax. The first spurt hit me in the eye the second hit the headboard. The rest splashed all over my chest. When it was done she licked my penis clean. Deep throating me for effect. I nearly blew her tonsils off with my next orgasm. She gagged but still managed to swallow my load. She pumped my tool and squeezed every drop out of it. She turned around sitting on my pubic bone and wanked me some more. To her it must have been like wanking herself except using my dick. "You will never make it do that again," I said

"Wanna bet?"

I didn't think she would get me to blow again. How wrong can one be? She crossed her legs squeezing my tool tight. I eased up the bed a bit to rest my head on a pillow so I could see what was going on. She lay back and pumped her ass up and down, at the same time wanking me off. FUCKING HELL! I could see her sweet bald pussey and beyond that was my dick. It must have been rubbing her clit in that position, it would seem she had an orgasm or two while this all happened. It took a while but she was good to her word it worked. Suddenly I was near to popping. I was delirious with joy. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming."

"I know," she said and with that I blew. A small glob of jizz fired into the air and with a slap plastered the mound of her pussey. She reached down and worked it in to her skin. Another yet smaller glob fell back on me and she used that as oil to keep me cumming. Finally I had to ask her to stop. As wonderful as it was, it was also painful. I didn't think I could keep this up anymore this morning. She lay back on me panting. She must have had close to twenty orgasms. I'd had three. That's two more that I had ever had in one go before. We lay breathing heavy for about ten minutes. We were totally wanked out. We could not touch another nerve, lest we expire.

There were no tissues in the bedroom. It had been a long time since I needed them, so in an effort not to drip cum all over the carpet, on the way to the bathroom, we rubbed it in to our skin. I swung my legs over the side of the bed while still with my penis between her legs and endeavoured to stand up holding on to her. It was a bit of a fumble, but we succeeded in the end. I carried her into the bathroom and set her down inside the cubicle. The shower tray being over four feet long allowed her to stand clear of the spray while it warmed up. I got a couple of towels out of the cupboard. Then stepped in behind her. We started off as we had done yesterday lathering up with shower gel then washing each other all over. We didn't miss one tiny spot. When we were clean we stood under the hot shower head hugging. I lifted her up to kiss her. She nestled nicely on the perch that was rising. She crossed her legs around my perch and squeezed tight. It felt good! Then wrapping her legs around me she hung on for dear life. I could feel my penis sticking out from behind her as I supported her bottom. We pulled apart and I settled her back on the floor of the shower. We came out of the shower sparkling clean. I towelled her down drying her hair and paying special attention to her sex. I kneeled down to dry her legs and kissed her pussey.

She giggled and said "Save it for another day." I dressed and prepared for work. She rescued her knickers from the spare room and carried them down the stairs in front of me like she was presenting them to court. In the drawing room her clothes were just where she left them spread around the fire, dried out.

"What are you going to do today," I asked as she dressed.

"Don't know now, she said, taking a long time to pull her knickers up. This was done on purpose to show me her treasure.

"Well do you want to stay here?" I don't mind. I wont be back till about six but you are most welcome."

"I might do," she said in a non-committal tone. "I might not." She pulled her vest over her head.

"Will I see you again?" I asked.

"Probably." Buttoning up her top.

"Do you have a phone number?"

"No I don't have a phone I'm not allowed one." She put one leg in her jeans.

"Would you like one, I could buy you one."

"Would you?" The other leg thrust into the jeans.

"If you want one yes."

"Thank you that would be nice," she said pulling her jeans to her waist, doing up the button and closing the zip.

"I care for you. I can't explain it but I care for you. I want to do right by you and see you are OK."

"Good sex usually does that."

"Well I'm not saying the sex isn't something to do with it. It's all chemical based isn't it?"

"I don't want sympathy."

"I'm not offering any. I like you as a person. You are pretty and funny. Sympathy is in the dictionary somewhere between 'shit' and 'syphilis' if you care to look."

"I don't," she said , "but thank you.

"I really do care. You can come when you like. Sex doesn't have to be a part of it if that's what you want."

"Oh yeah you want me here even if there is no more sex."

"Yes I do."

"I might see you tonight then."

"That would be nice," I said. Then, "what do you do for meals?"

"Down the chippy or MacDonalds."

"Do you have any money?

"Some."

"Do you need any more?"

"Probably."

"Here take what you need," I said handing her my wallet.

"Blimey you're trusting."

"I don't think you will rob me, well not yet anyway." She smiled.

She opened the wallet and took a fiver. "Is that enough?" I asked.

"Yeah, it's fine. Your not buying me you know!"

"I know. I want you to be OK."

"Thank you."

With that we left the house. As we walked down the street I said, "There is a spare key under the flowerpot if you want to go back any time."

"That's nice to know."

I left her at the bus stop. I waved as I sat down on the bus. She waved back, turned and set off down a side road. I think she was crying.

My afternoon at the office was long and laborious. It seemed to drag on forever, but the memory of my last visitor was support enough to help me through. I doubt if I will ever be the same again but I wouldn't change it. I am thirty-five in a job I don't like and suddenly this child comes into my life and changes everything. Life is so strange.