The next few days after my delightful encounter with eleven-year-old Bri seemed to be the longest of my life. I ran over the scene in my head countless times, remembering the silken touch of her tender thighs, the dreamy look on her sweet face as my fingers played gently over her cotton covered cleft. I took the picture of my daughter and Bri off the mantle and set it on my bedside table, a constant reminder of the delights I hoped to soon share with her.

Soon enough Friday came. My daughter's grandmother packed her off for a three day visit. I felt slightly guilty when I kissed Jane goodbye. My innocent girl had no idea that, within 24 hours, her daddy would be playing host to her best friend. I hugged her and kissed the top of her blond head. "Have a good time, hon." I said. "I'll see you Sunday night."

I stood at the front door and waved as they drove away. I watched the car turn the corner at the end of the street and I stepped inside.

I spent the rest of the morning and a good part of the afternoon cleaning the house. I was beginning to think of Bri's visit as a date of sorts and I wanted everything to be perfect for her. I cleaned and dusted until every surface shone. Although I had done laundry only two days earlier I washed the sheets and coverings on my bed, using an extra amount of fabric softener so they smelled fresh and clean.

As I made up the bed an image of Bri, lying naked and smiling on the comforter, her arms extended in an open invitation, flashed through my mind. I shook the thought away. I knew it would not be so easy to make the picture a reality. Yes, the girl had allowed me to pet her and actually seemed to enjoy the touch of my fingers but I had no idea if more intimate favors would be mine to enjoy. She was, after all, barely eleven years of age and what seemed a pleasant game to her could easily become confusing and frightening if I pushed to hard or to fast.

I sat on the edge of the bed and pondered the situation. I desired this girl more than I had ever desired anyone. Indeed, my body ached every time I thought of her. I lifted the photograph of the two girls off the table near my bed. With my thumb covering the image of my daughter I gazed upon the object of my yearnings. Such pure beauty, such complete innocence shining in her face. Was it really my right to take that innocence from her? Would I be truly violating a sort of unspoken trust between adult and child? A trust that all children possessed and most men never dream of breaking?

I lay back on the bed, holding the framed picture in front of my eyes. My thoughts were a stream of indecision and doubt. I should call this off, I thought. I should just call Bri's cell and tell her not to come. I lifted myself up on one elbow and reached for the phone. Incredibly, at that very second, it rang shrilly. I lifted the receiver and brought it to my ear.

"Hello." I said.

There was a long few seconds before I heard a reply. And then, "Hi. Um, it's me."

I sat up on the bed. "Hello, Bri." My face broke into a wide smile. "How are you?"

She hesitated. "I'm ... okay, I guess."

I could hear the nervousness in her voice, it seemed higher than normal, more breathy.

"Is anything wrong, hon?" I was getting a little anxious. The horrible thought that maybe she had told her parent's what had happened between us flickered through my mind. Surely, if that were true, she wouldn't be calling, would she? It would be the furious voice of her father threatening police and prison. "Tell me, please," I begged. "What's wrong?"

I heard a long drawn out sigh. "I, uh, I was thinking about you last night ..."

I waited. "Okay." When she didn't answer right away I continued. "Have you changed your mind about tomorrow?"

This time she answered right away. "No. Not at all. I still want to come." Another long pause. "I thought about you ... and how you were touching me, you know, on your couch?"

"Yes?" I held my breath, not really understanding where this was going.

She giggled then, a nervous eruption of sound. After a second she said, so softly I almost didn't hear, "Well, I ... touched ... myself in the same spot ... last night, in bed."

My heart pounded at her confession. I didn't answer right away. I just listened to her breathing.

"Was it nice?" I asked her finally, my voice low.

I heard her take a deep breath before she answered. "Yes." She giggled again. "Not as nice as when you touched me, though."

A smile returned to my face, relief and joy flooding my body. I lay back against the pillows, cradling the phone in my hand. "It does feel nicer when someday else touches you, doesn't it?"

She replied with a muttered "Uh-huh." I could hear her breathing quicken a little. "Can I ask you something, though?"

"Of course, honey, you can ask me anything."

She gave a little nervous cough before replying. "Is it supposed to get wet down there? I mean, when I touch it?"

I couldn't help but laugh at her question. Young Bri must have done more than just a little touching. "It's perfectly normal, Bri. It's just your body reacting to the stimulus of your fingers. Nothing to worry about."

I could hear her breath a heavy sigh of relief. "Good. I was worried. I thought I did something wrong."

I smiled. "No, Bri, you didn't do anything wrong."

"But, when you touched me," she continued, "I didn't get wet at all."

"Well, if you remember, we got interrupted."

She laughed out loud at that. "Oh, yeah, I forgot."

I sat up in bed and brought the phone very close to my mouth. "We'll have no interruptions tomorrow, though." I whispered. "If you'll let me, I'll try to make you wet again."

Her answer was a sweet and simple, "Yes, please." She sounded like she was asking for more cake at a birthday party. The childish innocence in her voice touched me and a wave of affection for her swam through my chest.

"Are your parents okay with you staying here tomorrow night, hon?"

She answered, "Yup. They're going out somewhere. I think they're glad I won't be around to worry about."

"Good." I replied. "I'm really looking forward to it."

"Me, too."

I stood up. "Well, we should hang up. Are you okay getting here by yourself? Or should I pick you up?"

"No, I'll just walk over. I can put all my stuff in my backpack."

"Good girl." I replied. "About noon, then?"

"Okay. Bye." I was just about to end the call when she whispered, "I love you."

My response was immediate. "Oh, Bri, honey, I love you, too."

I set the phone down. All thoughts of cancelling my date with Bri flew out of my head. I stood, staring out the window onto the street below but I really saw nothing more than the image of the lovely pre-teen in my mind.

I spent the rest of that afternoon running errands. I visited the local grocery store and picked up food for lunch, dinner and breakfast. I bought an inordinate amount of sweets; candy, suckers, ice cream and the like. My pretty girl had a sweet tooth and I aimed to keep it satisfied.

As I left the store with my bags I noticed a small jewelry store a few doors down. In the window was a display of trinkets and baubles bearing the name of a popular boy band that I knew Bri and Jane were absolutely gaga over. I filled the backseat of the car with the groceries and stepped into the establishment. A few moments later I left with two identical necklaces, one for Jane and one for little Bri.

My evening was spent in front of the TV, idly flipping through the channels. I didn't register a bit of it. All my thoughts centered on Bri; her sweet face, her deep brown eyes, her full rosy lips. I saw, in my mind's eye, her body as I imagined it; tiny breasts barely raising a hillock on her chest, soft belly with just the barest hint of baby fat and, oh, god!, the sweet soft valley between her smooth thighs. I shuddered slightly with a deep and full yearning, a desire for the child that surpassed any I had ever felt before.

Knowing that the quickest way to end one day and begin the next was sleep, I prepared for bed. I tossed and turned for an hour, thinking of the morrow, but eventually slept.

The next day dawned bright and clear, the sunlight streaming through my bedroom windows. I leapt out of bed and glanced at the alarm clock on the dresser. 9:30. Two and a half hours and the object of my desires would be here. After relieving myself I made the bed, smoothing the sheets and covers carefully, arranging pillows around the headboard. I shaved very carefully that morning, making sure my face was free of sharp stubbles. After a long, hot shower I stood naked in front of the full length mirror behind the bathroom door, examining my body. At forty seven I had managed, with moderate exercise, to keep fairly slim and well muscled, my arms and legs toned and strong. I looked down at my flaccid penis. It wasn't the largest in the world and, I thought, maybe more slender than most. I smiled at the thought that, for an eleven-year-old girl, the relative size and slimness would be an advantage.

I toweled myself dry and finished my toilet. I walked into the bedroom and dressed, choosing to wear a pair of white shorts and a blue button-down shirt.

It was now 10:45. I busied myself by wrapping Bri's present and generally puttering around the house, nervously arranging and rearranging pillows, picking lint off the carpets, all the time keeping an anxious eye on the mantle clock. An hour later found me sitting on the edge of the chaise lounge. My heart beat fast and my breath was shallow. I waited for the expected knock on the back door, waited for the arrival of Bri

And then I heard it, a soft, tentative tapping on the door in the kitchen. I jumped up from the chaise, almost tripping over my own feet in my hurry to get to the kitchen. I stood for a long second by the door, smoothing down my shirt with trembling fingers. I turned the lock and opened the door.

Bri stood on the back steps. She wore a white sun dress decorated with tiny pink hearts, the skirt of which fell to just below her knobby knees. The bodice was tight around her chest, held up by two thin straps, leaving her thin arms and delicately rounded shoulders bare. Her barely budding breasts were clearly outlined under the cloth. She wore the same sandals that she had so innocently kicked off a few days before when she demanded that I "meet her feet". Her backpack hung off one shoulder.

I stood just inside the door, gazing on her, transfixed by the vision of her childish beauty. My mouth dropped open at the wonder of her. I must have looked like a complete idiot during those few seconds before I finally stepped back, gesturing her inside.

I closed the door and locked it. She stood in the middle of the kitchen, her eyes downcast, her full lashes brushing her cheeks. I moved to the table and leaned against the cool wood, just staring at her.

As the silence between us lengthened I began to feel more and more foolish. I hadn't felt this awkward and unnerved by the presence of a girl since, well, since I was her age. Part of me wanted to scoop her up and carry her directly to my bed, cover her sweet face with kisses as I let my wandering hands touch and squeeze every secret spot on her young body. Another part of me, the decidedly more prudent part, simply desired to be near her, hold her gently, kiss her soft dark hair.

I coughed slightly and held out my arms. "I'm so glad you're here, Bri." I whispered. She looked up at my words and smiled shyly. She dropped her backpack to the floor and moved the few steps into my arms, nestling herself against me.

"I'm glad, too." She said.

I held the child in my arms, loving the feel of her slight tender body against mine. My hands moved, almost of their own volition, across her back. The dress she wore was open almost to her shoulder blades and I could feel soft smooth skin under my fingers. I sighed deeply and caressed her young tender skin, my fingers barely brushing over her. I could feel her shiver along her spine, heard a barely audible sough escape her throat.

With a gentle touch of one finger on her chin, I lifted her face to mine. She smiled nervously into my eyes. I dipped my head and kissed her softly on the mouth. She kept her lips closed but puckered to meet mine.

My hands trembled as we kissed, a hot yearning filling my loins. I pressed against her tiny frame, rocking my hips into her belly. She gasped and opened her mouth a little. Our lips melted together, fusing wetly as the kiss became more open, more passionate. I slid my tongue over her lower lip and groaned quietly.

Bri pulled away, startled from the touch of my tongue on her mouth. She looked up at me with wide eyes. "That's a weird way to kiss," she said.

I grinned. "That's how grown-ups kiss, honey." I moved an errant strand of hair off her forehead. "Didn't you like it?"

She frowned, her lower lip pouching a little. "I'm not sure. It felt funny." She giggled. "I guess I could get used to it."

I pulled her to me, our faces mere inches apart. Tilting my head I kissed her again. Her lips parted slightly and met mine with less resistance. Our second kiss was longer, more ardent. This time, when I snaked my tongue over her mouth, she didn't pull away but wrapped her thin arms around my neck and pressed her mouth hard over mine. I slid my tongue between her warm lips and tasted her mouth, her flavor was sweet and clean, toothpaste and the smallest hint of sugared breakfast cereal. I moaned deep in my throat and swiped my tongue over hers. She made a tiny grunt of surprise but allowed me to continue my "grown-up" kiss. After a few seconds I could feel her little wet tongue begin to move, meeting my lapping and slurping with her own tentative prodding's.

I broke the kiss and held her tight against me. My hands and fingers traveled up and down her back. I could feel her tremble as I stroked her tender skin.

"That ... was a nice kiss." She whispered.

I looked at her, noticing the pink flush on her cheeks, the beginnings of awakened desire in her luminous brown eyes. "I'm glad you liked it, Bri." I replied. I kissed her again, a gentle soft kiss on her sweet lips. I moved from the edge of the kitchen table and took her little hand in mine. "Let's go into the living room. We'll be more comfortable there."

She followed me obediently, her fingers clasping mine. I marveled at the incredible softness of her skin, the tender warmth of her palm. I eased myself onto the chaise lounge. She stood nervously before me, picking a little at the hem of her dress.

"Will you come sit with me, honey?" I made room for her and, with a shy smile, she lowered herself next to me. I wrapped one arm around her slender waist and held her. My sweet girl nestled her body against mine and snuggled close. I kissed the top of her head. Her hair smelled of clean, flowery shampoo.

We sat like that for several minutes, neither of us speaking, just enjoying the closeness. I stroked over her arm, tickling the smooth skin lightly. She laid her arm in my lap, her fingers twitching in response to my gentle caress. Occasionally a soft sigh escaped her lips.

"Are you glad you came over, Bri?" I asked her.

She looked up at me. "Uh-huh." She replied. She uttered a little gasp as I ran my fingers over the inside of her elbow. "It feels nice when you touch me like that. It makes me feel all tingly."

I smiled. "Tingly, huh?" I lifted her hand to my lips and kissed her palm. "Does it feel like that just on your arm? Or are you tingly in other places, too?"

She blushed a deep pink at my question. "Um, other places, too." She confessed in a quiet voice.

I began running my lips over her fingers, kissing each tiny digit. "Tell me where, baby girl."

She bit her lip and lowered her gaze before she answered. "Mostly where you touched me before." She whispered.

I knew I would never find a better time to move things in the direction I wanted. I released her hand and placed my fingers on the top of her thigh. I caressed her over the soft material of her dress.

"You mean here?" I asked.

"Uh-huh." She answered.

"Can I touch you again down here, Bri?"

"Uh-huh." She whispered in trembling voice.

Needing no more than her acquiescence I lifted the hem of her dress and folded it over her knees. "Here, sweetie, scootch up onto my lap." She did as I asked and I took the opportunity to tug her dress up above her slender thighs. She sat with her back against my chest, her bottom on my crotch, her legs slightly spread. I placed one hand on her soft thighs and began caressing the tender skin. Very slowly I moved my searching fingers to her panties.

Bri gasped lightly as I started to rub over her. She sat very still, her arms a little behind her, her palms laid flat on the cushion of the chair. My hand trembled as I caressed her over her panties, gently and smoothly moving my fingers over her covered sex. Once again, I felt the indent of her cleft. I let out a long shuddering sigh as the pre-teen allowed me to fondle her.

I slipped two fingers under the leg hole of her panties and placed them directly over her bare lips. They felt smooth and tender to my touch.

She jerked a little, her legs trembling while I stroked delicately over the tiny slit. She was dry and the puffy lips were tightly closed but they yielded easily under my gentle touch. As it was a few days earlier, I found it awkward to stroke as I wanted with her panties in the way.

With my fingers still trapped under her panties, I brought my lips to her ear. "Can I take these off, honey?" I asked. "It'll be easier to touch you that way."

She turned her head and looked up at me, indecision and a little fear in her eyes. "Is that okay?" she whispered. "I won't get in trouble?"

I couldn't help but chuckle at her innocent question. "You won't be in any trouble, I promise."

She gave me a tiny smile. "Okay, then. You can take them off."

I gave her a quick kiss on her mouth. I took the waist band of her underwear between my fingers. "Lift up a little, Bri." She did so and I peeled the tiny garment over her hips and down her legs. After I slid them over her feet I held them up a second. They were pink with pictures of hearts adorning them. I laid them on the floor and brought my hand back to her now gloriously naked sex.

With nothing to hinder me I was able to slide the fingers of one hand all along the entirety of her small slit, rubbing gently over the delicate valley between her legs.

How can I explain the wonder and pure joy I felt as I caressed and stroked this young girl's sweetly soft vagina? Word can't really do justice to the great swell of feeling that rushed through me. Suffice it is to say that my heart pounded and my breath came in shallow bursts at the incredible desire I felt for Bri at that moment.

The object of my tender lust was, in the meanwhile, sighing and trembling at her own feelings. Her thighs twitched and quivered almost convulsively as my practiced fingers produced new feelings and yearnings in her loins. When my fingers found her tiny hooded clitoris and pressed over it she moaned and clamped her thighs over my hand, trying to increase the pressure on the stiffening bud.

I began to concentrate on her clit, rubbing it until I felt it fairly throb under my fingers. Bri jerked her hips and cried out, her little girl voice high but full of big girl desire.

I rubbed her hard button quickly and firmly, moving in tight little circles around the girl's sensitive clit. A slight flow of moisture began to ooze from her virgin lips. I dipped my finger between her cleft, gathering the secretions to the tip. The wetness allowed my finger to slide more easily over her. I rubbed and pinched her stiff clit faster and with firm strokes.

Bri was breathing hard. She clutched the cushion beneath us and lifted her hips off my lap, pressing herself hard against my prodding fingers. She started to grunt and pant in rhythm with the quick movements of my fingers on her hard button.

"Uh ... uh ... oh!" Suddenly she grabbed my hand and tried to pull it away. "Oh, stop!" she cried, "please ... oh! ... Please stop!"

I snatched my hand away. "What's wrong, Bri?" I asked. "Did I hurt you? Are you okay?"

The gasping child rolled herself over in my lap and buried her face in my chest. I held her, my hands shaking from fear. Had I somehow hurt her?

"No, it didn't hurt." She whined. "I thought - I thought - I thought I was gonna pee!"

I lifted her up so she could face me. Her eyes watered and her bottom lip trembled. The poor girl was on the verge of tears.

"Oh, honey. It's okay." I kissed her soft cheek. "Shh. It's okay." She lowered her gaze in shame. "Bri, listen to me. You weren't going to pee, believe me." She looked up at me questioningly. I smiled a warm friendly smile. "You were just very close to orgasm." I could see in her eyes she had no idea what I was talking about. I stroked her cheek with one finger. "That's when you have a climax, when your body releases from sexual tension."

She looked confused. "I don't understand. What does that mean?"

I smiled again. "It's okay, baby. You just need to know it's perfectly normal to feel that way." I dipped my head and kissed her smooth throat, causing her to shiver. "Can I try again, honey?"

She wiped a tear from one eye with the back of her hand and nodded. "Okay. You can."

I moved her off my body and stood up. "Here, just lie on your back, okay?" She lay on the chaise lounge, her legs closed. I knelt before her and parted her thighs, getting my first good look at her baby sex. My breath caught in my throat at the lovely sight. Her lips were slightly rounded, a plump fat lipped V between her legs. The area was shaded pink and completely hairless. I moved my mouth closer to her, breathing in her musky scent.

"Oh, you are so beautiful here, Bri." I whispered.

She looked confused but did not protest as I covered her sweet vagina with my mouth. Stretching out my tongue, I licked over her tender outer lips. She gasped and her legs twitched. Using long slow swipes I began licking and slurping over her. Her hips lifted and she curled her fingers in my hair. Her clitoris was still stiff and jutting from the thin folds of its hood. I ran my tongue over it, causing the child to moan and sigh. I jabbed at the throbbing clit until she began to shake and whimper. She was already close to orgasm before my tongue and I could now feel little spurting drops hitting my lips. I swiped my wet tongue up and down the tiny opening until she bucked her hips, mashing herself on my mouth. With a long moan that seemed to come from deep inside her young body, she began to spurt in earnest, soaking my eager lips and tongue with her sweet juices. I lapped over her quivering lips, drinking deeply from her.

After a long moment I lifted myself to my feet. Bri lay before me, splayed out on the chair, her tiny body trembling and twitching. I lay next to her and held her close until she calmed.