Chapter 3
That night while cruising around town in his patrol car, he was thinking about Erin... and about the next steps. He'd never been in this kind of situation before, ordinarily it was with lonely 12 year old girls who didn't even know his real name, cell phone number, or home address, and he could disappear from their lives whenever he felt it necessary. But now there was little Erin, like an actual niece to him, and he'd legitimately grown fond of her over these last two years. But he was still who he was, and there was The Circle to think about, and they were all following his progress with Erin with great interest, just as he was following their progress with their daughters and nieces. After today in the pool, and with school starting in less than three weeks, which meant he would not have her all day, he decided that he would take the next step within 3 days.
His shift ended at 6am, Erin came over at 7am when her mother left for the
bakery They didn't even bother walking her over any more, just waved at him from the car when he opened his door for her to make sure she got in ok, and he got a few hours of sleep on the couch while she watched TV, ate some cereal, and drank some orange juice with a quarter of a dose of powdered ecstasy in it, that he'd confiscated from some kids at a rave a month ago. He told Erin she could have more if she wanted, the orange juice in the fridge was also dosed. Not even enough to taste. Not even enough to make an adult woman feel it... but just barely enough to lighten the mood of a 45 pound, 8 year old girl. A doctor had assured him it was a safe dosage.
She woke him up at 10am by jumping on him, "I wanna go swimming! I wanna go swimming!" she was laughing, and already in her 2-piece, the same one from yesterday. He pulled himself out of sleep, and fake grumbled at her, "Ok, ok, you little monster... I'm up. I'll go put on my shorts," and he got up and did so. He peeked in the fridge, it looks like she'd had another glass of juice.
She met him in the pool, already in the shallow end. "I wanna try the deep end again! Hurry up!" and she was literally bouncing on the balls of her feet.
He smiled at her and jumped in, making sure to splash her, "Oops, sorry!" but he splashed her more. She splashed him back, giggling. John grabbed a noodle, stuck it between his legs, squatting low in the shallow water.
"Ok now come on, I think I can do it today," and she immediately put her arms around his neck, a little involuntary "Mmmmmm" coming from her.
She seems to be feeling the X, John thought. Gotta keep an eye on
her. He put his arm around her waist, holding her too him, enjoying the feel of her body against him, under his hand... too bad about the bathing suit, he thought.
They moved to the ramp that led to the deep end, and again, as the water reached her chin, she held on to him, wrapping her legs around him. She didn't even try holding on to his side, she squared off and wrapped around his hips, her crotch against his. After yesterday she felt that was the best way to hold on. He wasn't hard yet, but he was becoming so. His hand again went to her soft ass to "hold her up," and he kicked off into the deep end, both of them floating.
He looked at her, her gorgeous face inches from his and eyes behind her swim goggles, and asked, "Have you been thinking about yesterday? Do you think you can do better?"
And she looked right back at him, no hint of self consciousness from the closeness of their bodies, and faces. "Yah. I have to relax, and not be so scared, and not try so hard. I know you are right here and wont let anything happen to me so it'll be fine," and she flashed him a big grin.
He grinned back, she was so damned adorable... "Ok, are you ready?"
"Yah!" and she unwrapped herself from him, and held his hand as she pushed her body out... and she let go. Her legs were nowhere near as frantic as they were yesterday... and her arms were doing a gentle doggy paddle... and she was doing it. She was treading water. She was even doing well enough to look at him and smile, "I'm doing it! I can swim!" and she immediately started paddling around him, laughing and giggling the entire time.
She did almost a full lap around him, and John could hear her beginning to pant, and held out his hand, she took it, wrapping her body around his again, and this time he had to move her hips again to keep his erection from poking her. He adjusted her and just like yesterday, he was pointing straight up, snug against her bikini-covered pussy. "You did it! I am so proud of you!" and he hugged her, one arm wrapped around her and hand on her ass... right in the middle, fingers between down her thighs... 'to hold her
up.' He was feeling her up but he was also legitimately happy for her.
She giggled and hugged him back, chin on his shoulder... she was really enjoying this closeness for some reason... it made her feel swirly in her head. She giggled and laughed and was talking to him, "Yah at first I was
like so scared but I knew I was safe with you so I just let go... and I remembered what you said about being relaxed, and I took a deep breath, and I was floating! And it was soooo easy! And I was kicking like this and I was able to move around really easy," and she kicked her legs a bit, that were wrapped round his waist... and John gasped at the delightful friction between his hard cock and her little pussy as she kicked her legs, causing her hips to shift. She looked at him, also feeling the friction, eyes wide... he smiled, and softly said to her, "You are kicking so well... you should practice." And she nodded, and continued kicking her legs out behind him... riding him.
This is moving faster than I thought it would, he thought, and moved his other hand down to her ass, caressing and squeezing her cheeks, 'to hold her up.'
Erin wasn't sure what was happening... it was hard to think for some reason... but that hard thing was back again down there, and she was right up against it, and when she kicked her legs she was rubbing against it, and it was actually shocking how nice it felt. John didn't seem to know what was happening and told her she was doing such a good job and should practice... so she did. She was kinda glad he didn't know what she was feeling... she wouldn't know how to explain it, but... that was her private place, and her mother had told her enough about it to make her feel a little shame for it feeling good, now. But it felt REALLY good... and she didn't want to stop... and with John holding on to her butt
so she didn't sink she was free to kick her legs out in different ways, trying to make it feel even
better. She didn't know what she was doing, but she was having fun learning.
John couldn't believe this was happening... Erin seemed to be actively masturbating herself against his hard cock. She was now kicking so hard that her pussy would almost break contact with him, then her legs, bending at the knees, would kick back down and her pussy would rush back, and slide against his length. He was helping her with his hands, helping her to rock her hips, trying to create friction against her clit. He knew what she was trying to do even though she probably didn't. She was beginning to make gasps with every thrust like a baby bunny at every
down stroke and they were beginning to cause waves from their bodies moving faster and faster under water when he suddenly felt her right buttock clench up, and she cried out... "Oooowwww!" and she stopped, holding that leg out stiffly. She had cramped up.
He began to rub her cramped muscle as he moved them to the shallow end... "You've got a cramp, sweetie... I can help... lets get you to the side..." and he lifted her up and set her on the side, with him still in the water before her. He noticed the crotch of her bathing suit bottoms were wedged between the lips of her pussy from their... what was that?
Can one dry-hump in a swimming pool? But she couldn't bend her leg yet, and was crying lightly, "It hurts... ouch.... I cant relax it..."
He was massaging the sore muscle, "It's ok sweetie... it will relax..." and he felt
her thigh muscle slowly unknotting under his fingers. She slowly was able to bend her leg again, and she sighed in relief... he began massaging both of her thighs as he looked at her, as she was looking down at her sore leg. He reached up and took her goggles off her little blonde head, putting them aside, and returned his hands to her thighs, caressing her from hip to knee... just to relax her muscles, of course. "You were doing a great job in there... you are learning to swim so fast... and you were so good at practicing your kicks..."
And suddenly she remembered what she had been doing before she got a cramp, and he saw her blush... she was soooo glad he didn't know. She was very aware of his hands on her thighs...
If only he were rubbing me on my private place, she thought, and immediately felt a little shame at that. She couldn't look him in the eye, she looked at his hands on her.
He saw her blush, and he knew she was getting off in the pool... he took a chance. He put his hand under her chin, lifted her face to his, and gave her a light, but slightly lingering... just a few seconds... peck on her lips. His hands returned to her thighs, thumbs now inside of them, and he spent more time on her upper thighs than near her knees. "You are going to be so great, sweetie," he said softly to her. "I very much enjoy teaching you things... like how to swim... I enjoyed what we did today...and I am willing to help you practice every day... I really like spending time with you... you are a great, pretty girl...
I think my favorite person..." his voice low, rhythmic.
Her eyes were wide... he just... kissed me... and his voice... he likes teaching me... he liked what we did... he thinks I am
pretty... she half closed her eyes again, she felt herself get warm all over, and she felt that weird tingle in her private place she was feeling before, even though she wasn't rubbing it against that hard thing.
He felt her thighs relax even more, her legs open, slightly, he stood up in the pool, and stepped between her legs. He could see her turned to him, her eyelids heavy...
this girl wants to be kissed, thank you, ecstasy... and he did so... softly, gently, again... no tongue, sweetly. But he held it. He moved one hand to her head and the other to her lower back, sitting on the side of the pool he couldn't touch her ass. Holding her to him, making her.. his.
Erin saw his face moving toward her and closed her eyes, felt his lips against hers... soft yet hard, and felt him kiss her. Her head began to swim. He held the kiss, and from a million miles away felt his hand on the back of her head holding her to him...
should i do the same to him? and she did, reaching up and sliding her fingers into his hair, holding his head to her, sharing their first kiss. She kissed him back, not really sure what to do... she just put some pressure against his lips, and heard him moan a little...
i guess i did it right... And he moved his body against her until she felt the hard thing down there, again. With a sharp intake of breath she wrapped her other hand behind his back as if to say
NO dont move... and she froze there... so much going on... kissing... and now this... she felt him move... so slightly... the hard thing was rubbing against her, down there... she felt a tingle from her head to her toes...
my... nipples.. are they hard? why? and she felt her body, on its own, roll her hips to increase the contact against the hard thing.
John held her, he could feel her heart racing in her chest with his hand on her back.
He moved his other hand down to her to steady her. He heard her breathing become rapid through her
nose, with her lips still locked to his. He felt her legs wrap around him, but she was out of the pool this time, and he was standing, and he was the one controlling how they moved... and he humped the entire length of his bathing suit covered cock against her bathing suit covered pussy. She gasped softly, he could feel her humping back at him, trying to increase the sensation. John stood a little higher... out of the water he was able to direct himself better... and this time he ground against her high up on her pussy, against her as-yet
understimulated clit.
Erin cried out, the first vocal expression of sexual pleasure of her life.
She broke the kiss, put both her arms behind his back, pulled her body against his, wanting that feeling again. And he gave her that feeling, another long slow stroke against her private place with...
what? She looked down.... she saw something
in his shorts, pushing against the fabric... what was it? Not important... with her legs wrapped around him she rubbed herself against him over and over... more and more she was getting out of position and missing the good spot... without thinking she grabbed his shoulders, pulled herself up his body, trying to make that contact again.
My god she is like a little spider monkey in heat John thought, as she climbed herself up his body, rubbing her pussy on
him wherever she could.
Not that that's a bad thing. Standing in the shallow end he grabbed her ass and moved her pussy down to his cock and began humping at her in earnest. At only
45 pounds he knew he could hold her up all day if he had to, and the thought sounded really nice. With all the weight of her body in his hands on her ass, holding on to his neck, looking down at where their bodies were touching, she leaned back to get a better angle. She was rubbing her clit up and down his length, crying out with every thrust and every breath. He was holding her and bouncing her, helping her to reach the goal she
didn't even know was striving for.
Her breath faltered, she gasped inwardly, not stopping... "What's... something's happening..." she said to him, moving her body faster...
"Let it happen sweetie" he moaned to her, moving her harder against him.
When little Erin had the first orgasm of her life, her life changed. Her body felt so much pleasure that she seemed to become removed from it, like she was looking down at herself, taking pleasure from this older man, seeing the look in his eye that she thought was love. No, she knew that had to be love. The orgasm itself was like that leg cramp, but where that was the worst pain, this was the most pleasure. She felt her body contracting over and over, down there behind her vagina, which her mom called her "private place." She wished John were sucking on her nipples, and didn't know why... her mother was yet to have "the talk" with her, but she knew babies drank milk from their mothers nipples.
What a strange thing to think, now, she thought.
Her consciousness... though she was never unconscious... returned to her as the final waves of her orgasm were sweeping over her. She went limp, and John lowered them both into the water, again... she had time to think "cold" as he embraced her. He unwrapped her from his body and held her like a man carrying his new bride over the threshold, her arms around his neck, her head on his shoulder, and he just rocked her there, in the water, his face next to hers, cooing, "Oh sweetie... that was so beautiful... I am so glad you shared that with me... thank you..." over and over.
He really wanted those words to stick.
She wasn't sure what just happened, but she knew it was perfect.
After a while, she seemed relaxed and recovered, and he said to her, "It's almost lunch time, why don't we change and go in," and she nodded, climbed up the pool steps, and went to the pool house.
As soon as John saw the door close he pulled his shorts down over his still hard cock... "Youch," he said out loud... he had cloth burns on his penis from all the friction. But he hadn't cum yet, and he knew if he didn't he would have a serious case of blue balls all afternoon. So he grabbed himself down near the base where he was less raw, and quickly got himself off to the memory of her face in the throes of orgasm, shooting his
ropes of cum into the pool.
He got out, went to his room to change. When he came out Erin was on the couch in front of the TV, not watching anything. He turned on one of the Nick stations which she usually liked.
"Ham and cheese sandwiches sound good?" She just nodded.
Hmm. Her silence was beginning to concern him a little.
He made them sandwiches and even grilled them, chips and cherry tomatoes on the side, and gave her a glass of milk to drink with it, and she ate in front of the TV in silence, just giving one word answers to questions like, "Does it taste ok?" and "Are you done?"
This is not good. He knew he could possibly talk his way out of this if he had to... it isn't like she could identify his penis or anything... and he could alter the date on his security cameras facing the pool to make sure what happened today never appeared to happen.... but the trust would be blown, and he'd never see Erin again, more than likely.
After lunch Erin fell asleep on the couch, and he put a blanket over her and opened his laptop, looking at the pool house camera footage.... her pussy looked as raw and cloth burned as his penis did.
Youch, he thought to himself. She spent some time examining herself, and seemed to be examining her clit he had so recently stimulated. He'd love to be able to read her mind right then.
He watched the video of her gingerly drying herself off and getting dressed. He backed up the footage and took some captures, and accessed his pool video and got more captures, and even made a 10 second gif of her humping against him like a
45 pound monkey in heat, his hands on her ass. The Circle will like that, he thought. He gave it a moment of thought, and decided that an orgasm definitely counts as sex, and put the first images in the "Erin Banks/8 years old/sex" folder.
His doorbell rang at 6:15 pm, her Mom exactly on time. Erin grabbed her bag and went to the door... gingerly, John thought, said "Bye," and left, not even looking back. John was very nervous, now.
"Is she moody, today?" her mother asked.
"She was fine most of the day... she took a long nap this afternoon, but she's been quiet since she woke up," and he smiled and shrugged.
"Oh I'm sure she's fine, but I'll take her temperature when she gets home. Thanks again John, we'll see you tomorrow," and she was gone.
John closed the door, locked it. Well it's out of my hands, now... let's see if this turns into a shit
show.