I never thought of myself as anything but normal and ordinary. After my sons moved out on their own, my wife and I realized we had nothing more in common. And so I moved out, to another town where I didn't have to look at the same buildings and see the same people. To fill my days, I volunteered at the family center and shelter here in town. I do their bookkeeping, and when needed I do whatever else needs doing.

One Friday evening, after everyone had left, I was finishing up, washing dishes in the kitchen. It was a hot August evening, so I had propped the back door open for some air. I was up to my elbows in soapy dishwater when I heard a voice.

"Mister, can I get something to eat?"

I turned and was about to say that we were closed when I saw a girl who looked to be 10 to 12 years old. She was painfully thin, and looked like she hadn't eaten in days. I couldn't turn her away.

"Dinner is over, but I'm sure we can find something" I said. "How does a peanut-butter and jelly sandwich sound?" I quickly made a couple of sandwiches and poured a glass of milk for the child and asked her name.

"I'm Christine. But everybody calls me Chris."

"Hi Chris. I'm Bill. Bill Jones. Call me Bill."

I went back to washing dishes. And was surprised when the Chris offered to help. "OK Chris. I'll wash, you rinse, then put them in the rack. OK?"

"OK."

We washed and rinsed and talked. Chris said she was nine and was staying at the shelter with her Grandmother. That explained why I hadn't seen her I worked in the back office and never saw our clients. I was amazed at how easily we talked. In no time, we were teasing each other as if we'd been doing it all along. Then Chris called me a troll.

My hand was wet with dishwater, so I flipped my fingers at her, flicking water on her. Well this set Chris to laughing. Then I started laughing. Soon we were flicking water at each other. And at some point, she grabbed my arm, or I grabbed hers - I don't remember which, and it really doesn't matter. Does it? Chris squealed with delight when I started tickling her.

The more I tickled Chris, the more she tried to get away. So of course, the closer I had to get to her. Soon we were pressed up against each other. Chris only came up to the middle of my chest. I'll never know why, but I kissed the top of her head. Chris looked up at me, and she stood still as I kissed her lips. And at some point she began to kiss me back.

I lost all track of time. We kissed for 5 seconds. We kissed for 5 days. And for the first time in over a year my cock stirred to life from something other than internet porn and my own hand.

My cock, now completely hard pushed against her tummy. I was ashamed and embarrassed realizing that I was so turned on by a child, and reluctantly broke our kiss and pulled away from Chris. "Was that ....?" Chris started to ask.

"Uh, Yeah. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend or embarrass you" I said.

Chris just kinda smiled. Could have been nervousness or an invitation. "Well, it's late and I need to go."

I couldn't wait until I got home. I went into the restroom and jacked off the largest load I'd had since before my wife left me.

I resolved to spend the next week in the office with the door locked, doing the books. I hadn't intended for it to happen, and was ashamed and scared - ashamed of what I had done, and scared of what might happen next, and scared of how I knew it would turn out. And I didn't want to admit even to myself that I was also very much turned on by Chris.

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