Chapter Eleven

My life had taken a turn for the surreal! Everything I'd ever hoped for was becoming reality, and I had to slow down and think.

As I cleaned the dishes from breakfast I began thinking about how I should handle things with Julie, Amanda's mother. The doctor had said she should be able to be released today, but what would that mean? With no furniture in their house, how could they stay there? But I didn't want them to go somewhere else, either. I knew what I would offer, but not sure at all of how that offer might be received.

And what would Julie think of Amanda's having stayed with me last night? Might she freak-out and call the authorities straight away? Would she look at me with suspicion now and try to keep Amanda from me? There was a lot more to this little girl fucking thing than I was prepared for. I guess most of my planning had actually been fantasizing about getting my hands on Amanda's sweet young body, and not enough time spent coming up with ways to help me succeed in making her mine. Hopefully the pedo Gods would come to my aid!

As we drove to the hospital Amanda was in good spirits. I guess our night of fondling had agreed with her. I felt wonderful too! Never had I been so turned-on by anyone or anything. But it was more than just that, I loved just being around her. She was so sweet and kind, with a wonderful disposition. She was still perfect. And I wanted still more of her.

I began to think of ways to win Julie over. After going down a few lines of reasoning, nothing sounded right and it seemed the best approach was to simply tell her the truth, less the dry-humping of her daughter part. I was nervous as we parked.

We entered through the main doors, went to the information desk, were given her room number, then headed for the elevator. As we began our ascent, I wanted to make sure Amanda and I were still on the same page.

Squatting down so that our faces were level with one another, "Honey, remember what we talked about this morning?" I started.

Less shy about it now, but still a little embarrassed, (so cute), she nodded and said, "Uh huh".

"Good. I just wanted to remind you about how careful we must be. We can never let out even a hint of what we do together, right?" I asked.

"Yes, Adam, I know", sounding very grown-up and serious. Good. I smiled at her, she at me. Then I cupped her downy soft cheeks and kissed her forehead. I was over-the-top in love with her.

"Alright, Sugarplum. Now let's go see how your mom is feeling today". And with that the elevator stopped, doors opened, and down the hall we went. To say that I was nervous would be an understatement of gargantuan proportions. Everything I hoped for was dependent on the outcome of the next few minutes. "Don't fuck up!" I thought to myself as we came to her room.

As we entered I could immediately see that Julie was, indeed, in bad shape. The bruises that covered her were worse than the day before. Her lips, eyes, cheeks, all badly swollen, were varying shades of black, blue, and green. My heart went out to her. How could anyone do this to another person, much less a man to a woman. Amanda just stood staring at her mother, scared and unable to approach, fearing the unknown. Was her mother going to be okay? Could she wake up? Could she talk?

The info desk had given us permission to go up, so I'd assumed she be ready to receive us, or at least conscience.

I once again bent down to face Amanda, sensing her dismay, and took her shoulders in my hands. "Don't worry, honey, it's not as bad as it looks", unsure how true my statement was.

"But she looks so bad, Adam!" she whimpered, and with that a tear rolled down her cheek, further to her chin, then fell to her chest. I could feel her pain inside me, it crushed me.

"I know, but you need to try to be strong for your mom. Don't let her see you cry, darling. You can be strong like that, can't you?"

On that she pondered briefly, and in an amazing display of inner courage that surprised me greatly, she snuffled up, sucked it up, dried her eyes, gave me a look of determination, and said "Yes, I can be strong for mommy".

She turned and walked to her mother's bedside. Julie wasn't on life-support or anything, but she did have an oxygen tube under her nose and an IV tube in her arm, both foreign and menacing looking to an 8 year old.

Amanda tentatively placed her hand on her mother's, squeezed lightly to coax her mother from her deep sleep, then waited. Nothing. She looked back to me, scared again but holding on. I nodded as if to say "try again", and she did, giving her mother's hand a gentle shake, then she spoke to her "Mommy?".

Still nothing. Amanda was close to cracking again so I went to her side. Hoping my voice could do what Amanda's hadn't I tried, "Julie. Can you hear me", and added a light touch to her shoulder, as Amanda again squeezed her mother's hand.

I perceived a slight movement, just barely, then I could see Julie's eyes moved behind her lids. She was out of it. I bet she was on some pretty serious pain killers. I tried again, my voice a little louder, and little more insistent. "Julie!" not yelling, but with more volume, "Julie, can you hear me? It's Adam. Amanda is here too".

Ever so slowly her eyes crept open, the least damaged one more than the other, and she struggled to bring focus to her world. We waited a moment before speaking, giving her time to adjust.

"Mommy! It's me! Amanda!"

More and more Julie was aware of her surroundings, but frightened, too, as she couldn't remember why she should be in a hospital. I thought it likely she sustained a head injury during the beating.

Her eyes began to move about the room, and it seemed as though even that slight movement was labored and painful. She then looked down, feeling Amanda's hand on her own, focused her eyes and spied her daughter, and smiled.

"Hey" a dry croak emerged from her unmoving lips.

"Hi Mommy!" Amanda whispered with glee, overjoyed and relieved to hear her mother's voice. I, too, was moved.

Just then the doctor hurriedly entered, checked Julie's chart, and greeted us.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Phillips" was all. He went to Julie's side and began his short examination, flicking a light in her eyes, checking her ears, pulse. Then, "How are you feeling today, Ms. Stephenson?".

Barely able to speak, she managed, "Okay, I guess. I'm just really sleepy".

Without asking who I was he turned to me and said quite matter-of-factly, "She's suffered a mild concussion from one of the blows to her head".

Thinking that was much too frank of a description for Amanda, I replied, "Will she still be able to come home today?", subconsciously, or maybe even conscientiously, playing into his idea that I was, if not her husband, at least a significant other. I didn't think Julie would notice, or remember if she did, and then Amanda, quickly sensing the same, came, stood next to me and took my hand in hers. A perfect picture of concerned father and daughter. What insight this young girl had! Or maybe she just trusted me that much already.

"Well, no, I think she should stay one more night, just so we can keep a close eye on her" was his answer. "But she should be ready by tomorrow, unless something unexpected happens. Her vitals are strong. Unbelievably, she didn't suffer any broken bones or internal injuries, just very bad bruising, a sprained wrist and ankle, and, of course, the concussion. That's why I'd like to keep her overnight again". With that he left the three of us alone again.

Julie had lapse back into unconsciousness, but at least now Amanda and I had heard her speak, and while still very concerned for her, were at least somewhat more at ease and relieved. It would be better if she'd been well enough to bring home, but I guess Amanda and I could handle one more night together, alone.

Amanda, bright child that she was, got the jist of what the doctor had said, and she smiled at me, then her mother, then back at me. "So, am I going to stay with you again tonight, Adam?" A slight sparkle in her eye, a hint of mischievousness in her tone. I told you she was smart!

We stayed a short while longer, Amanda seeming to enjoy just being near her mother, me enjoying being near her, and quite relieved that I wouldn't be required to explain myself to Julie just yet. I really needed to give some serious thought to tomorrow. I must be better prepared! But seeing how Amanda had been so aware and ready to come to my aid with the doctor, I felt much better about my chances. I had a feeling she would be a great ally in my fight to win her mother's acceptance.

Chapter Twelve

Driving home from the hospital, our spirits buoyed, we chatted about unimportant everyday things, both of us very much enjoying each other's company and getting to know each other a little better. The more time I spent with her the more I really liked her, respected her, and thought of her as my equal, not just a naïve little girl. She wasn't. She was much, much more than that,

Thinking of the day to come and what it might have in store I remembered that Amanda didn't even have a change of clothes. Shopping for little girl things? Sounds like a winner!

"Would you like to go shopping for some new clothes?" I asked after a brief silence.

Her face lit up and she beamed a great big smile, "Really?!".

I had to smile myself, so excitedly she was at the prospect.

"Are we going to Walmart?" she asked.

Another small smile for me. No, my darling angel would not be clothed in cheap rags from China! She was much too good for that!

"How about we go to the Fashion Mall instead? That way we can go to different stores and get you some really pretty things, one's you'll really like" I offered, now quite excited by the idea. How many times had I roamed the mall, spying on sweet little girls proudly prancing around in there sexiest little outfits, showing off there cute little bodies. Now I would have my own sweet little girl to shower with gifts and presents, and also have strut around in her latest purchases. This was getting better and better!

"REALLY?!! The MALL!!?" Wow! She really was excited! And it made me feel great bringing her so much happiness. And a little excited myself, thinking of taking her from store to store, buying her the sweetly delicate, little girly things she so desired. Yes! This was a really good idea!

"Yes, the mall, really" I smiled back at her. "Let's just make a day of it".

She could barely contain her enthusiasm and bounded out of my car before I hardly had time to get it in 'park'. I had to jog to catch up to her and she took my hand and excitedly pulled me toward the entrance. This was gonna be awesome!

Ah! The sights and sounds of the mall!

One could hardly land a gaze in any direction with taking in the lovely current fashions the preteen, tween, and, at worst, early teens had on display. The super short low-rise shorts of today left so little to the imagination! Paired with tight and tiny tops, it was truly a sexual Disneyland for a guy like me. Made even better now that I had my own little lover with me.

I was certain most who saw us would assume I was simply her father, taking his lovely young daughter on a shopping spree. But I fantasized that we were boyfriend and girlfriend, and I hoped everyone else knew it! It turned me on, thinking how other could perceive of us that way. This was my deviant side at work.

Amanda dragged me into the first place she thought looked promising, and I was quite pleased with her choice, PacSun! I knew from having been especially interested in young girl's fashions that this was a winner. In we went.

Amanda was in heaven! These stores were a lot cooler and more fun than Walmart! She'd never gotten her clothes from anywhere else, and was now nearing the age where those things mattered. Not that she seemed the least bit materialistic or vain, quite the opposite, really. But everyone likes having nice things, and I was pleased as punch to be the one who could give them to her.

While many of the offerings were geared, and sized, for older girls, there was an ample supply of trendy things for Amanda to chose from. Racks and racks of cute little tops, super-tight "skinny jeans", shorts and skirts, tights and accessories, it was a little overwhelming for Amanda. "Whatever you like!" was my answer whenever she came to me for advice or my opinion. I LOVED spoiling this girl! Of course, I did try to steer her toward the more 'mature' designs. I imagined many occasions to come where I'd like her to be seen as very attractively presented. I wanted other people to notice her, and her with me. I wanted men to appreciate her form, her beauty. I wanted to show her off!

Into the dressing room she plunged with a dozen different things to try on, me waiting patiently and making my usual observations of my surroundings.

I knew the wait was worth it when she emerged. I was almost growing accustomed to her beauty, or so I thought, when out she stepped covered, or barely covered I should say, in the tiniest shorts I had ever seen, white, tight, about 3 inches from top to bottom. Paired with a very light fabric teal halter top, she was suddenly much hotter, much more mature looking, and way fucking sexy!! I don't care if you didn't like little girls, you would've found her very sexy indeed. I was so proud.

Out of one store and off to another, bags of racy and provocative clothes accumulating. Amanda couldn't believe I kept saying "Yes!" to this and that without end. I was surprised she was surprised. Didn't she now how I adored her? Anything! Anything she ever I wanted I would give her.

And now, in which store I wasn't sure anymore, Amanda was browsing through the undergarments section. I think today they call it the 'thong-box' or something like that. So excited I was that I was afraid my pervish desires were clearly on display for all to see. Much to much interest had I in that 'box', and the cute girls that would wear what was in it. I awaited Amanda's choices, hoping against hope that she might ask my thoughts on one or more of them.

Holding up a pair of devilishly delightful, delectable little panties, she queried, "How about these?", almost as if she were trying to embarrass me. Little did she know!

As much as I had hoped she would, now that she had I was painfully aware of various pairs of eyes of the mothers in close proximity awaiting my reply. They were pink, a normal and safe enough little girl color, but they were barely there! Whisper thin, almost translucent, and without any backside to them at all! She was messing with me! Would she really want these?

"They're okay", I offered. Then, "Do you think you'd be comfortable in them?".

"Idunno, I've never had any, but mom wears them, and older girls wear them, can't I try them?" she pleaded, teasingly, already aware that whatever she wanted I would buy.

The Mom Mob waited for my answer. "Sure, I think they're cute", and smiled directly at the closest busybody who was there with her much older 13 year old. Like she had room to talk or judge?! It was no more inappropriate for Amanda to wear such sexy things than it was for her 13 year old. And besides, I didn't care about appropriateness, I wanted my little girl to look hot! Who would ever see her panties, her thong panties, but me I didn't know. But just the same I wanted her to feel sexy too. Nothing was too good, or too sexy, for my little lover, as I was now thinking of her in a completely realistic way.

On and on our spree continued, more shorts, some skirts that I LOVED, more panties and frilly things, and, finally, we needed to get her some shoes. Ah yes, the shoes.

The mall had a DSW, and I wondered if they would have some sexy shoes in Amanda's size? Did they even make stilettoes and platforms for little girls? I didn't think so, but let's see.

Well, I was wrong. They had tons of sexy heels in her size! My heartbeat was increasing as she walked about in half a dozen different pairs that she liked. Heels have a way of making a girl stand a certain way, improving the posture by causing the shoulders to be pulled back and ass to be stuck way out. Just as we who love little girls liked for them to look. I acquiesced and allowed for some smart shoe choices too, some sneakers and one pair of flats. But for the most part our tastes were closely aligned and I left the mall, wallet much lighter, but very pleased with Amanda's new wardrobe. Hopefully her mother would approve of our choices as well.

It was late afternoon as we drove home, Amanda and I both a little tired from all the shopping and walking.

"Are you hungry?" I asked, assuming she was since I was.

"I'm famished" she exclaimed, and surprised me with her vocabulary.

"Famished?" I replied with a smile. "Where'd you learn that word"?"

"Idunno, probably on TV. Did I use it right?" she asked.

"Yes, you did", I chuckled. Then added, "You're kinda smart, aren't you?".

She smiled slightly at my ascertain, then asked, "Why do you think that?".

"Well, for one, because you speak well for someone your age. And also, today, at the hospital, I got the feeling you knew I was trying to fool the doctor, or at least not let him know the truth. You figured it out and came and held my hand, like you knew that would help me. Is that what you were doing?"

Again that coy little grin. "Well. I thought that if he thought you weren't my dad, that he might not let me leave with you. I didn't want that, so I just helped him believe what he was already thinkin'". Yep, my little sweetheart was quite intuitive indeed.

"Well thank you. I was a little worried too. It made me feel good when you came and held my hand" I told her.

She kept looking ahead, not wanting to admit to anything, so sneaky she was. But she did move her hand to the middle console, seemingly testing me. I took her cue and lay my hand on hers, lightly cupping her slight fingers, and feeling butterflies in my stomach. I never knew life could be so wonderful!

"How about if we go home and change, give you a chance to wear some of your new clothes, and we'll go out to eat tonight?".

"McDonalds?" she asked.

As wise as she was for her age, she was still a product of her environment. I wasn't surprised that she would consider Mickey D's a fun night out.

"Well, maybe another time. I was thinking you might like some Italian food tonight? Do you like spaghetti?".

"I love it!" was her quick response, and with that she leaned over and kissed my cheek. She knew how to work me already. See? Told you so!

Chapter Thirteen

In a few minutes we were home, bags and bags of clothes delivered to my spare bedroom, her makeshift dressing room for the night. She was so pleased with all her new things she couldn't stop smiling as she emptied the contents onto the bed. She looked from her pile of clothes, to me, back to her clothes, then again back to me, and sweetly said, "Thank you, Adam. I can't believe you bought me all this stuff!".

Looking at her and how happy she was, I, too, was overjoyed. Nothing the world has to offer could have pleased me more than I was at that very moment. Amanda, all beauty and youth, happily admiring her new things, was a lovely sight to behold.

"Well, I'm glad you like your stuff. It makes me happy to make you happy" I said.

She bounced off the bed and ran to me. I scooped her up in my arms and we hugged tightly. I'd never been drawn to another human being with such force! I wanted her with me forever!

"Why do you like me so much?" she inquired, much to my surprise. It seemed a reasonable question, but I wasn't sure exactly how to answer it. I think she knew it was a deeper inquest than it seemed on the surface.

"Well, I kind of told you this morning, about how I felt when I first saw you? But now after spending just a little time with you I find I keep liking you more and more. I like being around you and talking to you. I like holding you, like this, and touching you, like we did last night. After just a day with you I'm hoping I never have to spend a day without you. I can't explain it all, not easily, but I just care for you. Very, very much". I thought that sounded pretty good.

Another radiant smile, another hug and squeeze, and then she pulled away, looked at me for a second or two, studying me, then bent forward and kissed me, never closing her eyes or releasing me from her gaze! She made the move! She wanted to kiss me, not just accept a kiss from me! It was such a warm, beautiful, loving moment. My heart was swept away and I longed for it to last forever. But alas, as all good things must, this did too. Her sweet lips torn from mine, but her warm smile still there. I was so in love.

"Alrighty then!", and I plopped her down on her feet. "Go take another bath. I know you had one this morning, but I didn't think ahead and didn't wash your clothes last night and you've been in those dirty things all day. You want to be clean and fresh in your new clothes when we go out tonight, right?"

"Yes!" she exclaimed, and ran off to 'her' bathroom. So cute.

It seemed I'd lived in a state of breathlessness for the last 24 hours. Amanda continued to amaze me. So bright and warm, so trusting and sincere. I felt I was standing on top of the world! But did she even realize what she was doing to me? Did her kiss have as much meaning to her as it did to me? Or was it just a small peck in appreciation. Did she really want and enjoy our sexy interlude last night, or was she simply allowing me to use her, having nowhere else to go and, apparently, no ne else who cared for her. I could only hope the depths of her feelings for me could approach those I had for her.

She now knew where I kept the clean towels and other items she required, so I headed off to my own shower and change of clothes. A special night, this, I chose something a little nicer than just jeans and a t-shirt. I broke out my dark blue suit, the one the ladies seemed to like me in so much. My well-polished shoes that I only wore about twice a year, a watch for my wrist, and I was pleased with my reflection in the mirror. No tie, an open collar seemed more appropriate, my physique still pleased me. I wondered if Amanda would notice?

We were going to a new Italian restaurant I'd read about in the food section of the local paper. It was a small upscale place and I hoped Amanda would like it, and be comfortable too.

I waited anxiously for to finish her primping and join me. After what seemed an eternity I heard the latch on the bathroom door snap open, the slight creak of the door, then the daintily lovely sound of little girl heels on my hardwood floor. She was coming!

She rounded the corner from the hallway into the kitchen and I was struck dumb. She, too, seemed a little taken aback by my new appearance. We both smiled deeply.

"You look absolutely stunning, Amanda" I admitted, truthfully. She wore a shoulderless long sleeved black top that I vaguely remembered from our shopping excursion. A rather snug and rather short white skirt that I didn't, but liked very much just the same. Black heels with a platform, like they all seemed to have now, that made Amanda about 5 inches taller than she was. A black and white checkered choker, some cute little earrings complimented the look. Her hair was perfectly perfect, long and straight, all brought to one side in front of her, brilliant and shining. Looking closer I realized she had applied a little lipstick and eyeliner, not too much, but there and working. Her eyes looked even bigger and wider, and her lips even plumper, and more luscious. I could not believe the transformation! From pretty little gangly girl to vixen in the blink of an eye! This was gonna be some night!

Now, many would think it unsophisticated to escort a young lady of Amanda's age while she was adorned in such, potentially, provocative attire. But the truth was, this was today's style, this was today's fashion, and she felt perfectly fine with how she looked. At least her skirt was below the furthest point of her lower ass cheek, and she was baring no midriff at all. No bra straps were visible, which of course she wasn't wearing anyway. But overall, I think, she pulled-off an amazingly elegant and aristocratic air. Fuck 'em all anyway! I liked it and we were hittin' the town!

As we stood there taking in each other's best presentations, I wondered if she found me attractive as well? I hoped so, I truly did. I wanted to be that for her. At 34, 5-10, about 170, with very light brown hair, hazel eyes, and a confident manner, I tried my best to be something she might consider "cute", though I was not at all certain that would be her reaction. I was, after all, 34. A completely grown man, old enough again by half to be her father, and here I was hoping she would find be an attractive beau. It was a long shot, but I was going to do all I could to make her proud of me. (Buying almost $1,000 worth of new clothes might have influenced a girl of lesser character and self esteem! That's not what I wanted, nor why I did it).

From the look on her face it would seem I wasn't too far off. The entire time I had been staring at her, she had been doing the same. She stopped on a dime, mouth fell open, and she just kept looking me up and down, much as I had done to her just about this time last night!

"Adam! It doesn't even look like you!" she giggled.

I took that as a positive critique and smiled, relieved.

"Well Honey, you are beyond my words to describe. I've never had a prettier date! I'm just trying to keep up with you!" I chided.

She got my humor and blushed, lovely crimson working it's way up her neck and into her already flushed cheeks.

"Shall we go?" I asked, and turned, offering her my hand.

"Yes, let's" she replied, her smile almost constant now, and took my hand. We left, both looking forward to what the night had in store for us.

Chapter Fourteen

We drove silently the first few minutes, enjoying the twilight and cool evening air. I looked over at her, amazed and awestruck that I could be in this place, at his time, with this girl.

Without trying to be, she was more attractive than any woman, or even any girl, I had ever seen. The not trying to be sexy part was the sexiest part. That and her long, thin, toned and tan little girl legs running up to that short skirt. Yeah, that was kinda sexy too. But seriously, the way she carried herself, her grace and beauty, she could pull-off a look like this without appearing 'slutty'. Other than the fact that she was not quite 9 years old, that is.

We pulled in to the Luigi's, it was out by the airport on the edge of town. Being a Sunday night I hadn't expected it to be too busy, but upon arrival we found a mostly full parking lot. Others had heard of the great food and plush fittings!

I parked, shut off the engine, and looked over at Amanda. "Ready?"

"Yep" and she reach for the handle.

"Hold on a second, little one" I said, quickly jumping out my door to get to hers. I opened it for her, as I should, and she step out and stood. In her new heels she was only about 4 inches shorter than me, about the height of a grown woman.

"See. I'm not that little" as she stood facing me, noticing her new height as well. So funny.

When we were about halfway to the entrance, another couple was coming out. The man held the door for his wife, then let is close behind them, when they both looked up and saw us. Or should I say, saw Amanda. They both stopped dead in their tracks, gaping!

Holy shit! I didn't think she would cause that kind of reaction!

We came to the door passing in front of them as they tried to pry their feet from the asphalt, Amanda's hand in mine, and her long bare legs so obvious and apparent. Only her childish face keeping them from supposing I was going to dinner with some emaciated super model. But her face did give away the truth, she was just a little girl. She was beautiful and full of grace, but she was still a very little girl!

I held the door for my new love and we entered, the couple, at least the husband, still craning trying to catch one last glimpse of my sweet nymphet. "No way, Dude", I thought, "She's with me!". I didn't care what they, or anyone else thought, I would never be anything but proud to be with Amanda. She meant more to me already than what anyone else might think of me. I was glad she wasn't afraid to wear cute clothes and allow others to take in her beauty. In her mind she wasn't trying to be sexy. She just was!

The two young hostesses at the desk had much the same reaction the couple outside had, they just hid it a little better. Trying not to giggle, they chose our table from one available on their list, and the shorter, cuter one escorted us to our seats.

It was an amazing thing to behold. I know I have a hard time not noticing cute little hostesses strutting through restaurants I frequent, but the obvious reaction in the male population present at Luigi's that night was beyond the pale! Some had already noticed our sexy little guide when they had been seated and were on the look-out for her. But upon seeing her again their gaze was immediately drawn away from her and directed at my date, Amanda. Not only did almost every guy in the place look, most couldn't stop looking! Wives' elbows were being thrown into husbands' ribcages all throughout the place! Toe's were stomped and a few faces were even slapped! It was an incredible sight! After about 2 or 3 seconds of seeing her they would realize she was a young girl, a very young girl! And that, of course, added to the tumult.

By the time we made it to our table I thought we might be asked to leave. Not necessarily because of how Amanda was dressed, but rather because already 3 or 4 women had walked-out, so angry they'd become at their husbands or dates for leering at my sweet little girl! I told you she was beyond gorgeous! It wasn't just her form-fitting attire that kept those who'd spied her from looking away. It was also her angelic, and childish, features. They couldn't get the two images to combine in a reasonable manner within their brains. A small lovely child/ A long-legged sexy cat! She was blowing there minds!

Amazingly, we weren't asked to leave, and eventually the spectacle died down and we were able to concentrate on each other. Amanda acted as if she hadn't noticed any of the chaos she'd caused. She was so cool!

I had supposed she'd not want to try anything she was unfamiliar with when suggesting she might like spaghetti earlier, but she asked me questions about a good many dishes and finally settled on lasagna, the house specialty. What a great date!

We ordered, the young waiter trying his best not to ogle my girl, and assisted by the fact that her legs were mostly hidden from his view as he stood above our table. The same was not true for other patrons and employees as the tables were without cloths and her legs were still very much on display for those who wished to see them. I take credited for thinking of that as we sat down, making sure she could be seen from as many vantage points as possible. Waiters and busboys kept finding reasons to come by, struggling not to be seen staring at her, but unable to pull there eyes away. Word must have travelled quickly because before long kitchen staff could be seen coming out and looking in our direction too. I told you I wanted to show her off!!

The table having a setting of more than one fork, Amanda wasn't sure what to do.

"This place is really nice", sounding a bit unsure, but far from intimidated.

"You're really nice too." I said, "That's why I brought you here".

"Thanks" was all she could say, she blushed, and for once she was the one that couldn't hold my loving stare. Drinks came, mine a glass of wine, hers a Shirley Temple. Very sophisticated were we! I gave her the simple advice she needed to work her way through her silverware and all was well.

We chatted lightly, conversation coming easy for us. While she spoke with childish intonation and the occasional slang, her thoughts and feelings were easily communicated. And she even seemed to understand most of what I said on those occasions when I may have used words with which she was not familiar. But more than that, she seemed interested in me more than what I was saying. As if she had already judge me worthy of her undying affection, and now we could just go on enjoying each others presence.

And that's exactly how I felt about her. I cared not that she spoke as a child, which was, of course, attractive to me. I cared how she felt about things. How she was viewing the world at her young age. What excited her and what she cared about. I found her infinitely charming and more than able to hold up her end of any pleasant conversation. A trait I hadn't found in many adults I'd known.

Our dinner plates whisked away and contemplating the ample dessert menu was halted when Amanda suddenly turned to me.

"You do really like me, don't you"? she asked completely innocently.

"Well yes, honey. That's what I've been trying to tell you" I replied.

"But not like, just to touch me n stuff. You like being with me as much as I like being with you?".

My God, child! Yes! YES!!

But what was that about touching and stuff?

"No, Amanda. I don't just like you so I can touch you. I like to touch you because I care so much for you. It's just a way of showing you on the outside how I feel about you on the inside. Even if you didn't want me to touch you ever again, I'd still want to be really close friends" I said, hoping this time she really understood. I thought maybe she was starting to.

"'Kay" she almost giggled, and leaned into my arm, wrapping her hands around it from below and pulling herself up into me. Almost silently she whispered, "I don't want you to stop touching me", and buried her pretty face in my upper arm.

Well if that's what she got out of my diatribe, it was okay with me! But I think she was beginning to understand the depth of my devotion to her. Never had anyone showed her so much affection. Never had she been so adored. She had to be feeling that!

We returned our attention to the desserts and picked some chocolate monstrosity to satisfy Amanda's craving. When it arrived the waiter failed to bring an extra spoon after having removed all our other silverware. I started to call after him, then thought better of it. One of those opportunities you shouldn't let slide past you.

Certain she wouldn't mind sharing the one spoon, I picked it up, dug a nice big bite out of the chocolate creation, and offered it to my darling. She smiled, then opened wide and accepted the tantalizing treat. How fun was this? I tried a small nibble next, but was eager to feed Amanda her next portion. Again, a nice little bite with as many of the ingredients evenly dispersed throughout as possible was presented to her, and she playfully accepted once again, only this time she held the spoon in her mouth and wouldn't release it. Silly little minx! I tried gently wiggling the trapped spoon away from her, but wherever I pulled her head followed. Finally releasing it, she licked excess syrup from her lips and smiled, that playful, naughty smile of hers.

"That is sooooo good!" she managed, savoring the rich flavors, peering at me through half closed eyes, as if reliving her orgasm from the night before.

"I know, huh?" I said back, catching her drift and calling for our check!

We left the restaurant with nearly as many gaping faces as we had been greeted with, and me, smiling, proud, and unfazed by the reaction of some of the more prudish amongst them.

Walking through the now dark, still parking lot, Amanda took my hand gently in hers. We walked to her door, and before I could open it she leaned her back against it and looked up at me, not nearly as far away as she would be if she weren't in those oh so sexy heels. She was as tall as a kind of short woman, and she felt like one as she reach her little arms around my neck and kissed me much more passionately than we had previously. Whoa! Where had that come from?

She released me after a good 4 or 5 seconds, and I was, of course, breathless. She'd surprised me with the kiss, and with the level of passion she displayed. No open mouths yet, but it was sweetly sensuous just the same. Made more so by the fact that it was an 8 year old girl delivering it!

Hearing voices coming from the entrance as another group departed, I decided I'd better put off any more displays of affection to a more private locale.

"Would you like to go anywhere else, Sugarplum?" I asked, as I opened her door for her.

"No Adam, let's just go home".

And that was fine with me.

On the ride home, Amanda seemed to be in especially good spirits, and a little more open in her affection for me. As soon as our belts were buckled she reached over and took my hand and pulled it to her lap, then covered it with her hands. Not that there was much of a lap in that tiny miniskirt! So basically my hands were under hers, laying in between her sweet, tender thighs. Mmm. So nice!

I'd given her control of the radio, of course, and she was softly singing along to the songs she knew while caressing my hands and dancing in her seat. I was so happy! This was so much fun!! I let my fingers wiggle down further between her legs so I could hold and squeeze her left thigh, and she afforded me a little more room to roam by parting her legs just a bit. I saw her look out of the corner of her eye to see if I'd noticed the move, coy little fox!

I rubbed more deeply, and higher on her thigh, which she was encouraging by pulling my hand toward her warm little lovespot. Instant erection! Instant powerful erection!

She looked so hot and I wanted her again desperately! Without additional prompting I brought my hand all the way up the length of her leg, and let my hand just touch her quickly moistening lips. She must've been waiting this as she then pull my hand more snuggly to her, and loosed a small moan. This was so hot!

Trying to hurry home and not wanting to crash while doing so, and also bring Amanda a little starter tickle at the same time was precarious! As much as I thought I should, I couldn't leave her sweet little pussy alone. More and more determined my hands pressed, more and more firmly my hands probed into her. She had now leaned her head back and was rocking her hips into me, catching me off-guard by her sudden release of passion. Apparently last night was not just something I remember fondly, but she did too, engaging with me so freely and easily now in lustful bliss. She was hot and ready, and now had some idea of what she wanted, after our tryst of just last night. She wanted to cum again, badly! And I was going to make sure she did!

Still a few miles from home I could contain myself no more. I pulled into a business park and stopped the car. Amanda looked to me with fire in her eyes, and I knew she needed what I was about to give her.

I pulled away from her now wet cunny and released my belt, then hers, then reached over and lowered her seatback as far as it would go, then the button to slide it toward the back. She didn't know what I was going to do, but she wanted me to do it!

I hopped over the center console and right down between her legs. She was hot, I knew it, and I wanted to take advantage of her enflamed desire. I sent my hands back to manipulate her sex a little more, now able to more easily access the areas I needed. Last night I had purposefully kept myself from inserting any part of myself into her, sensing the time wasn't right. But now it might be. She was writhing and moaning louder as my fingers lightly teased her clit, then away to be dipped into her now very wet lips, then back for anther pat. While continuing my digital assault, I then lowered my face between her legs and began kissing her thighs! She smelled and tasted wonderful, and I really couldn't get enough! This was making me at least as hot as she was. I knew she was unaware of my next move, but that she trusted me enough already to allow me to pleasure her in anyway I saw fit was a HUGE turn-on for me!

"Oh Adam! I'm starting to feel it!" she breathed.

A muffled "Mmmhmm" was all I could manage.

Remembering how quickly she came last night and not wanting to arrive too late, I moved up and kissed her sweet little mound, pulled her delicate panties aside, (they were the ones from today! At the store!), kissed her puffy salty lips, inside for a few licks, then up to your pretty little clitty. Not having experienced this before, her senses were overwhelmed! She slid down the seat and pushed her sweet pussy into my face, legs sprawled across my dash, hands behind my head. It didn't take her long to get the hang of this!

I returned my tongue's attention to the top of her slit, right where she wanted me to be, and gave her the best lashing my 30 years of pussy-eating experience could provide. I knew it was wonderful for her and I was so thankful to be the one with her, providing the incredible pleasure she was now experiencing. Gently first, then a bit harder, she rose and fell with the intensity of my tongue's contact with her little clit. I knew she couldn't resist her body much longer, though I wished she could, so much I was enjoying giving her my face for her pleasure. Lighter, then harder, over and again, and then, in a crescendo of bliss, she came. She arched her back and tensed, preparing for the onslaught, and my gentle proddings brought the wave crashing over her! She screamed, "Adam!" right at the pinnacle, grabbed my ears, and smashed her cunt into me. I couldn't believe how powerful her orgasm had made her, as there was no way I could've pulled away even if I'd wanted to. She had me right where she wanted me and was fucking my face with complete abandon, spasms rocking her uncontrollably. Unaware and uncaring of her surroundings, she was intensely focused on the incredible feelings radiating from within her. Higher and higher she climbed until, finally, the wave crested and she began to fall back down to earth.

When she could take no more I ceased my stimulations of her barely used clit and lay my head across her lap. Her hands, now more gently perched atop my head, began to move though my hair, caressing my head. It felt nice. She probably wasn't aware she was doing it. Slowly and softly I let her fall, no words yet, only light kisses along her delicious legs, tummy, and sides.

Her eyes popped open and she stared at the roof of the car.

"Oh my god! Oh my..." gulp, "Adam!", she panted. I smiled up at her, aware of what see was feeling and so very happy for her. And for me!

"I know, baby, I know", smiling, and very pleased with myself. "Nice, huh?" I whispered up to her.

"It was way better even than last night!" she sang.

"Well thank you, I was trying hard" I quipped. Ever the sly one, she giggled her understanding.

"How did you...what were you....Where??....How did you do that!??" she demanded.

"That's how much I love you, Amanda. Do you see now?" I asked.

"Do you really? You love me?" she asked, almost unable to comprehend such a thing.

"Yes I do really", without pause, though I couldn't believe I'd said. "I knew it the first time I saw you, and every second since then it's only grown stronger. I love you dearly, and I never want to lose you". There! I couldn't say it any more plainly than that. And it felt good to make the confession. I didn't want to play any games with the one I adored.

She pulled me up from below her and leaned into me. She kissed me fully and deeply, her skills improving dramatically with each soft embrace. She could feel what kissing was supposed to mean now. Not just two mouths touching, but the transfer of good feelings and love from one person to another.

With that I extracted myself from the now uncomfortable position I'd been enduring. I exited out the passenger door and walked around to the other side to get back in. Amanda was straightening her hair, and her skirt, and looking quite flushed, and lovely. I just gave that beautiful little girl a great orgasm, one she may remember all her life.

I was quite pleased with myself. But it was early yet, and I was anxious to get home and see what else my darling Amanda might be up for again tonight!