"How's Nessa?" I ask Teri as we lie on the bed together. I admit, this doesn't sound like me. I've never been the kind of guy to chat about someone's kids, but Teri's nine-year-old daughter is different for me now, since the ski trip. My work has been busy and tedious for the past couple of months, yet not a day has gone by that I haven't thought about lovely Nessa and our incredible ski trip together. That last morning in the cabin changed my life, and Nessa is the reason. I can't get her out of my thoughts. Of course, I can't talk about that with anyone, but asking about Nessa's general well-being is safe enough.

"She's great," Teri answers. "Why?"

"I don't know," I reply lamely. "She seems kind of distant lately, I guess. I just wondered if..."

"If what?"

"Nothing." I shake my head. "I just hope you two have been doing okay, that's all. I've missed you guys."

Teri leans in to cuddle against me. She brushes hair back from my forehead and kisses my temple. I can smell the fragrance of the perfume I bought for her-my latest gift-and it is as soothing as her caress.

"I'm sure I speak for both of us when I say we've been great!" She kisses me again. "We've enjoyed having you to talk about, even when you're away. Nessa keeps going on an on about that ski trip you took her on, that's for sure! I am so glad you two had such a good time!"

If only you knew how much!

"What does she say?" I ask.

"Not a lot really. Just that you two 'click' with each other and that no other guy before-any of my previous boyfriends, I mean-has been half as amazing as you."

"She says all that, huh?" I smile.

"Listen, love," Teri pulls my chin until I'm facing her. "Don't you worry, okay? I know little girls. They can be hard to read..."

Don't I know it!

"...but she adores you...almost as much as I do!" Teri laughs and kisses me on the mouth. Calm settles over me again. Everything is alright...for now. I kiss her back, and then we are rolling across the bed, jockeying for position. Teri pulls a leg across me and pushed herself up, straddling my crotch like a cowgirl. "How about a little game?" she smirks.

"Of what?" I raise my eyebrows suggestively, and she laughs.

"Truth or dare?"

"Is that a question?"

"Yes."

"Umm..." I think about it. "Truth." I usually go with truth because it's easier. Too late, I remember that I didn't used to harbor such dangerous secrets. Nevertheless, the word is out of my mouth before I can catch myself.

"How many girls have you been with?" Teri asks.

I gape at her in surprise. "Oh, is this the kind of game were playing? I get it now." I smile, trying to hide my guilty thoughts. I feel my face flush.

The truth is that I've never been much of a lady's man. While I've always been blessed with compatible sexual partners, they have been few and usually serious, monogamous relationships. Including the ski trip, it is still an unimpressive five. I hold my hand up, fingers spread apart. "Let's just say, I can still count them on one hand."

"Ooooh!" Teri chides. "You are such the gentleman! I bet you still remember all of their names then!"

"If only that had been the question," I smile evilly. "My turn. Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"How old were you your first time?"

Teri's smile fades, replaced by a calculating look.

"The truth, now," I warn her playfully. "I see that deceitful look you're giving me."

"Okay," she sighs, "I was eight."

"What?" I shout, unsure I've heard her correctly.

"Eight," she repeats. "Eight years old. With my friend Jill."

"Holy shit!" I say, not able to stop myself.

Teri is looking at me scornfully, and her face has gone ashen. She stares into my eyes, looking for something, not speaking.

"So...how was it?" I ask.

"Abso-fucking-mazing!" she shouts, suddenly laughing. She holds a hand across her face, shielding her eyes, but she can't hold it still from the giggling.

Her spirit is contagious. I start laughing too, bouncing her up and down on top of me with each exhalation. "I have to know more about this right now," I manage to say, still chuckling.

"Too bad," she says, "I already answered the question. Now...truth or dare?"

There is no way I want her to keep prodding me about sex partners, so I really have no choice in the matter. "Dare," I shout. "Dare, dare, dare!"

"Okay," she nods, reaching over the edge of the bed to grab something below. From beneath the bed she pulls a perfectly coiled length of soft, braided rope. "Tie me up with this, and have your way with me!"

"Now that's a dare I am definitely not going to lose!"

Teri's milky-skinned and supple body is outstanding on its own, but with sharp lines of rope accentuating her shoulders, breasts, and waist, she exudes a kind of sacred geometry. I stare at her as she kneels in the middle of the king bed, her wrists trussed firmly together behind her back, the rope binding her elbows so snugly they nearly touch. Helpless before me, she moans softly, testing the bindings, but they are recognizable moans of pleasure-full of "mmmm" and the seductive panting breaths that drive me wild.

"Have I won the dare, then?" I whisper in her ear as I caress her bare arms. I slide a hand across her shoulder and to the soft flesh of her neck, turning her head to the side to face me.

"Not...yet," she grins. "I said to have your way with me."

"What if you don't like my way?" I tease, pulling at the taut cords strapped across her breasts.

"Not much I can do about it now," she teases back, then adds, "I trust you, love...with anything!"

The sight of Teri, tethered like this, has already earned a stiff salute from me, but hearing her words nearly hurts as my cock expands with primal desire, threatening to burst. With pride, I pull my boxers down so that Teri can see how hard I am for her. I hear the subtle prompting and excitement in her voice, and I can't believe she's giving herself over to me this way. We're on new ground here, and it feels divine! Little does she know what "my way" is today.

I stack a couple of pillows in front of her on the mattress and then lean her forward until her cheek rests on the bedspread, a smooth, delectable ass pointed high into the air. Teri's ass is sacred geometry as well. As I observe its flawless, heart-shaped curves, I am suddenly reminded that Nessa's is just as perfectly proportioned. I remember noticing all of the men checking out Nessa's nine-year-old ass at the mall a few months ago and how Teri has been protective of the girl ever since. And she's right about that. Nessa's ass is also irresistible.

"Seriously?" Teri's voice breaks me from my distraction.

"Too much?" I ask quickly, lightly circling her anus with a finger.

"Fuck no!" Teri smiles up at me, shaking her ass suggestively. "God, that feels good..."

I slide up against Teri and let my cock slide across her sphincter, just a tickle. I haven't even begun to lube yet, and this is going to take some work, but my mind is still screaming "She's totally into this! Yes!" I am definitely going to do this right.

With my cock still tickling Teri's ass, I reach back for the heavy duty silicone lube, and I hear a sudden...click!

And there is Nessa.

She's standing at the door, her hand still on the knob, and her face is a mask of shock and...something else. Outrage?

For a nanosecond, all three of us seem frozen in time. Teri's heavenly ass, raised like an altar before me. My cock, resting firmly against it. Nessa's eyes: wide, ashamed, and burning with something just beyond my understanding.

"Shit!" My voice whispers involuntarily, and the stillness is broken. Teri tips herself over behind the pillows, and Nessa vanishes back through the bedroom door as suddenly as she appeared.

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" I'm still saying as Teri begins to chuckle. Her arms are tied beneath her and her breasts are held fast. The ropes bite her skin as she laughs, but that doesn't seem to have any effect on her giggling.

"What's so funny?" I ask.

"I...don't...know," she manages between bellows. Tears are now streaking her mascara past her temple and toward her ear.

God she looks hot, I think, but my nerves are shot now. The erection that had impressed even me is fading fast. I put a hand in my hair and shake my head. "Sorry," I say.

"Don't worry about it," Teri says calmly. "Anyway, it's not the first time."

"It's not what?"

"She's walked in on me before, love. She and I have had the talk, you know? She'll be fine. I'll go talk to her...that is, if you don't mind untying me."

It's my turn to laugh, and I spend the next few minutes unwrapping Teri from the rope and massaging the sexy rope marks from her arms. She kisses me deeply before standing and slipping on a robe. "For the record," she says, waving a finger at me, "looks like you've lost your dare!" With a wink, she leaves me alone and naked on the bed-and all I can think about is Nessa.

Left to myself, I shower and take my time dressing. I'm getting ready to go back to my own place. I've got work in the morning and, though I could stay the night, I'm feeling awkward and think it best that I make myself scarce for now. Teri and Nessa talking about me and sex in the same conversation is the last thing I need to stress about right now. How much can I trust a distraught little girl-no matter her maturity level-to keep our secret about the ski trip when she gets as upset as she looked standing at the bedroom door? I definitely need to get away for a while.

Before I can go, Teri is marching back into the room. She sees me cleaned and dressed and puts her hands out like a crossing guard. "Sit down!" she commands me.

Shit!

"Do you know what I think?"

My mouth is suddenly cotton, and all I can choke out of it is a simple, "No."

"I think we need a vacation."

"From each other?" I suggest.

Teri slugs me on the arm. "No, dufus! All together! It didn't work out for me last time, but this time we'll do it right, I swear!"

"So..." I say, confused. "How's Nessa?"

She shoos her hand in front of her face, swatting away my question like a pesky fly. "She's fine, love. Don't worry any more about it, really. I think that Nessa can be jealous sometimes when I'm with someone, but she likes you. She was mostly embarrassed."

"That's it?"

Teri nods and moves quickly to the small desk on the far wall, scooping her laptop from the desk and returning to the bed. As it fires up, she explains how she's come across a great package deal for the week of Nessa's spring break. And it's not a tiny cabin in the woods either. It's a vacation rental home right on Newport Beach, California.

"Incredible, huh?" she says, scrolling through picture after picture. "I got first dibs after there was a cancellation, and the owner will give us a super deal for the week."

I stare at the money shot of the place. It's a sunset photo taken from deep inside the house. The camera aims through an inviting sitting room, past a cozy dining area, through a glass sliding-door, and finally to a tiki-style gazebo covering a huge hot tub on the rear deck. Beyond the hot tub, the setting sun sparkles in deep oranges and reds off the vast Pacific.

"Newport Beach is plenty warm in spring, right?" Teri prods. "What do you say?"

"I'd say we're all going to Cali."

Teri giddily snuggles into my arm, and we continue scrolling through the pictures.

Given the overtime I've worked lately, it isn't much of a setback to purchase all three tickets for the Cali trip. The intervening weeks pass smoothly, and Teri and I see each other several times, sometimes with Nessa and others without. When she is with us, Nessa remains timid in a way I have never seen her behave before. She is still a vision but now a silent one. We don't have any opportunity to talk privately, so I can't ask her about my concerns. I desperately want to reassure her that everything is okay with us. It is strange, I realize, how at some point I have begun thinking of myself as Teri and Nessa's protector instead of just a boyfriend.

When the day of the trip finally arrives, Teri is finishing her packing and asks if I wouldn't mind swinging by Nessa's school to pick her up. Leaving directly after school on Friday is helping to maximize the vacation time-a great plan! I agree to pick up Nessa; it will be my first time alone with her since...well, since we had sex-Fucked? Made love?-since I took her nine-year-old virginity.

Arriving at the school exactly on time, I pull to the curb amongst a row of waiting vehicles. I've never felt so much like a parent as I do sitting here in a line of parents, looking for my girl within a sea of children running for cars and busses.

Finally I see her and wave. Even from a distance, Nessa is breathtaking to me. Her hips sway with a grace unlike any other kid she passes in the crowd. She's wearing faded jeans tucked into furry boots and a wide-necked blouse that almost, but not quite, falls from her left shoulder. Her chestnut hair is tied in a ponytail that, on some girls, would take away from their eyes, but Nessa's are as bright and as striking as ever. I can't help but remember the feel of her light frame pressed into me, her thin legs gripping my sides as I lifted her onto me...

"Hi," Nessa says, opening the car door and climbing in. She's smiling, and I'm sure it's because we're heading away on an adventurous trip, but she doesn't offer any further conversation. If we're going to break the awkwardness, it will have to be me. And I suppose it should be me. After all, she's...a little less experienced.

"I worry about you, Ness," I say as I pull from the curb. "...a lot."

Nessa continues looking down at the colorful backpack she's hugging in her lap. "How come?" she asks quietly.

"A lot of reasons," I say, though I'm thinking of one in particular. I might as well go with it. "I think about our ski trip every single day," I say.

Nessa looks up at me and holds my gaze.

"It's the first thing that makes me smile each morning, but..."

"But you're going to tell me it was wrong," she says, accusingly. "Aren't you?"

"Far from it, actually. But first things first. I'm worried about how you've been. Sad. Depressed. Angry? It's killing me to see you unhappy. I'd like to know what's wrong."

"It's just that..." she starts but then pauses, chewing her lip and thinking. "I miss you."

"I'm around just as much as before, Ness, but you don't talk to me."

"I mean I miss you miss you!" she says again.

It takes a second for the unspoken implication the expression to soak in. "So, it's not that you're jealous of your mom and angry at me?"

"Maybe jealous, but..." she stops.

"C'mon...finish that sentence, please."

She drops the backpack to the floorboard and re-crosses her arms conspicuously. "I like being tied up way more than she does!"

A car horn blares behind me, and I realize the traffic light in front of us is now green and I've been lost in Nessa's last words, trying to unpack some meaning from them. I swallow, press the gas, and move forward. "I take it that you are jealous then."

"Maybe."

The car behind me now honks again and pulls into the right lane, passing us. The driver is snarling and shouting something at us from inside his car as he passes. So much anger just because I missed the green light for a second.

Nessa raises both hands to the side window, extending her middle fingers at the man, and sticks her tongue out for good measure. The driver's face changes to a look of surprise, and he speeds ahead.

"Fucker," Nessa says under her breath.

"Nessa!"

"No," she says to me, matter of factly. "You can't fuck me and then turn around and tell me I can't say 'fuck!'"

Touché!

"You're right," I say. "I'm sorry."

"Do you love my mom?"

Nine-year-olds can be so damn direct. I fumble for conciliatory words, and then I stop myself. I need to do this right. With Nessa, there should be no fear of truth. I take a breath and answer honestly, not knowing how it will sound as it comes out. The truth is scary that way.

"I love her, yes."

"And you're 'in love' with her?"

"Yes."

"And...what about me?"

I pause, and I look over at her pained expression. "Yes, and yes," I say.

"So...you love us both the same?"

"It's tough to believe, maybe, but that's it, Nessa. I can't say it any better."

I glance warily at Nessa again, but she is smiling now.

"What?" I ask dumbly.

"That's what I needed to hear," she says, and she leans over and kisses me full on the mouth without hesitation. I am cruising down the street, mere blocks from Teri's, and Nessa's small, soft tongue is circling mine, exploring me and tickling my lips.

As I turn onto her street, Nessa sits back in her seat, smiling wide. I pull up in front of the house and see that Teri has already begun stacking suitcases like phalanxes across the porch. Nessa reaches for the door handle.

"There's one more thing," I say, stopping her. "It's something I did because, well...I thought you were sad. I can't handle seeing you sad." I reach into my breast pocket and pull out the passes. Each one is embellished with the unmistakable icon-a silhouette circle with two large mouse ears, one on either side.

"Disneyland?!!" She beams.

"I figured since we'd be in the area and everything..."

Nessa leaps across the center console, lands in my lap, and squeezes my neck until I have to flex to keep from being strangled. Her cheek is fiery hot against mine, and I feel a drop of wetness slip between my face and hers.

"Are you crying, Ness," I ask concerned. "Are you okay?"

"Yes and yes," she says. "I love you. Don't ever leave, okay?"

"Okay," I sigh as she loosens her vice-grip from around my neck. "I'm not going anywhere."

"Except to Disneyland!" She says with a chuckle, wiping at two big, wet eyes.

"I can make that exception," I say, smiling.

She grabs the passes, slides out the door, and skips away to show Teri.

What are we doing, Nessa? What are we doing?

A few hours into our first full day, I realize something. Teri doesn't care at all for wild rides. She makes a great show of it and braves all the big Disney rides once each, but after this I am definitely expected to be Nessa's "ride partner." Teri is happy about this and ducks into various shops, listens to performers, and generally has a great time while Nessa and I stand in lines-long lines-for all of her favorites.

After several trips to various rides, I begin to suspect a pattern. Is it just me, I wonder, or is Nessa preferring rides that force us to press together or have her squashed between my legs? Of course, I mind this not one bit. In fact, the suspicion that she is finding secretive ways to touch me gets me extremely excited-euphoric. Walking around Disneyland with a raging hard-on is still a bit uncomfortable, but I get used to it.

I am cursing the crowds of people around us. I want to have my hands all over her at this moment. Touching her smooth skin, the limber meat of those bare thighs that she's showing the world in her short cut offs-the firm ass that keeps turning mens' heads as we stroll away from the Pirates of the Caribbean and into the sunshine. The sun sparkles magically off her face-her cute, pert nose and smiling cheeks. At first, the sparkle looks like perspiration, but it's not. She's used makeup with tiny bits of glitter in it.

"Don't you look ravishing," I say.

"Look what?"

I bend down a bit, touching her nose. "So pretty and...glittery." I brush the back of a finger down her cheek. She shivers. "Sorry," I say, pulling it away.

"No," she says. "I like when you touch me...it's just making me..."

Suddenly Nessa grabs my arm and is pulling me hard to the right. "C'mon...quick!" she shouts, and I jog behind her like I'm the kid being dragged along by an impatient adult.

"Where are we..." I begin to ask, but then I see it. Thirty feet ahead, a mother is still holding a heavy door open while a toddler exits and proceeds directly out into the trafficked avenue of tourists. We close the distance with speed and precision until Nessa grabs the edge of the door as the mother lets go.

"Thanks," Nessa calls to the woman as she moves away toward her child.

I step through the door and into the cool, small space beyond. Actually, it's bigger than I'd expected. A 'family' restroom. The expected toilet, sink, and baby-changing station, but with extra floor space. The air inside is chilly from the AC, but surprisingly it doesn't stink.

Nessa steps in, swinging the door shut behind her and flipping the deadbolt. Finally we're alone.

"Thank God," I say, and then she's kissing me.

Nessa reaches her arms around my neck and pulls up and onto me, climbing her legs up mine until she's clamped around my waist, thrusting her tongue deep into my mouth. I suck it, trembling as I take in her sweetness. It's been WAY too long.

I slip one hand beneath her cotton blouse and slide it up her smooth back, caressing her thin spine and the flexed muscle of her shoulders that are keeping her arms locked around my neck. One arm and then the other, she raises her hands to let me pull the blouse from her arms. I lift it over her head and off, enjoying the sight of her naked torso, so delicate and pale. Her nipples stand out firmly on her flat chest, and she purrs involuntarily as I stroke one and then the other with my free hand.

With my other hand, I am spreading her blouse out behind us. Thankfully Disney didn't cut corners on their family restrooms. The changing area isn't one of those fold-down types; it's an actual counter space built out from the wall, and it's big. I lay Nessa's blouse across it, and then proceed to coax her to let go and lean back onto the counter. She does, stretching back and raising her hands above her head, displaying her youthful beauty.

"Are you going to change me or something?" she giggles.

Instead of laughing or bantering with her, I simply reach for the buttons of her cut-off jeans and pull. Nessa gasps as the jeans open and loosen. I hook my fingers into the band of her cotton panties as I pull downward, yanking all of it down her legs together. I'm completely out of patience, and I need to taste her. She gasps again as the jeans drop to her ankles, now dangling off the floor as she's splayed on the counter in front of me. I pull the jeans and panties over her tennis shoes and spread her legs wide.

"I've missed you so bad," I say hoarsely. My breath is shallow from anticipation and the thrill of taking her right here in the middle of Disneyland.

Truly, the happiest fucking place on earth!

I drop to my knees and press my face into Nessa's heavenly-sweet and bare mound. I can't be close enough to her right now. I press my mouth all the way around her silk-smooth pussy and dig into her with my tongue. Nessa moans loudly and reaches down, burying her fists into my hair. "Oh fuck...fuuuuck!" I hear her whispering, and the sound on her voice further enrages my pulsing cock and my thrusting tongue. It is possible to climax right here in my pants like a pubescent boy from this much exquisite pleasure? Shit, I've got to calm it down a bit.

After thoroughly fucking her with my tongue, I slide my mouth upward, kissing and licking the delicate skin of her tummy, the firm nubs of her tiny nipples, and the scented sweat forming across her collarbone and neck. As I reach her face, I slide her hips all the way off of the counter, allowing her to wrap her legs onto me again.

Nessa pushes herself up, looking at me with a flushed expression of desire and raw vigor. "I need you inside me," she rasps.

The doorknob jiggles as someone outside tries it, but realizing it's occupied, they move on.

"I hope we're not creating a line," I joke, and Nessa giggles, her eyes crinkling with joy. I thrust into her, counting on my tongue-fucking to lube me on the fly. It's a bit rough, but she takes me in with a low grunt of pleasure. I can feel her Kegel muscles gripping my cock and holding me firmly within her. It feels amazing. I pull out a bit and slide back in. Her tightness is unbelievable. She rocks her hips, starting a rhythm, and I am too far gone already to hold back. Besides, the jangling doorknob of the family restroom tells us both that this is only a temporary paradise.

Nessa lifts herself all the way onto me, arms around my shoulders again, and I support her ass with both hands as we collide together at a quickening pace. Nessa's eyes are closed, her mouth in the shape of an 'O.' Her transported expression overcomes me, and I grip her ass tighter as I feel the pressure and frustration of months rushing forth to release. Nessa pulls forward sharply, burying her cries into my collar so they will not carry beyond the restroom walls. Her hot breaths are rapid and arrhythmic as ecstasy takes over and plunges both of us off the edge of a cliff, hurtling into the thrill of too-short, too-temporary oblivion. It's the best ride in the park by far.

Once again, Nessa's petite pussy cannot contain my load. As I let go and spurt into her, hot cum squishes out and drops to the tile floor. It oozes over my sac and runs down my thigh. It feels like I'm shooting steadily into her for over a minute, which is excellent, but I still don't want to admit to myself that it's already over. Too fast; much too fast. I hug her tightly against me until my breathing slows. "Thank you, Ness!" I say. "You are too amazing for words."

I am shaky, and I can tell that Nessa is weak as well. We both giggle at each other as we clean up and redress. I sense that an unnamed tension has dropped away from her. Nessa is giddy again. She bounces up and down on unsteady legs just before we exit the restroom.

"What is it," I say.

"I...I...I don't even know!" she giggles again. "I just love you."

I kiss her on the mouth one more time. "You are the most beautiful little girl on earth, you know that right?" I look into her eyes as I tell her this. I am overdoing it, but it's also sincere, and she can tell. She beams, hugs me, and then unlocks the door.

Thank God, the line isn't overly long.

To be continued...