Chapter 6 - Mf
He gave her a little kiss on the lips and got out of the pool and
helped her up. She stumbled a bit, appearing almost drunk. "My legs... weak..." and he scooped her up, and took her to the pool house. They were both still
wet and he wanted her dry and comfy so they could go inside and talk about this.... he knew little
Erin, at this point, might need some explanation.
He sat down on the changing bench with her standing before him. He gave her another little peck on the lips, and unclasped the top of her bathing suit, letting it fall, exposing her cute,
little, flesh-colored nipples. She just looked at him, eyes big and a small smile on her face. "Is this ok?" he asked her, and she nodded.
He then hooked his thumbs at the side of her bikini bottoms, pulling them down an inch, and looked at her. "Is this ok?" And she smiled and nodded, and he pulled them down, and she stepped out of them, holding on to his shoulders.
She watched him looking at her, naked before him... before anyone besides her parents... for the first time. The lingering effects of the ecstasy and the release of dopamine in her brain from her recent orgasm worked together to make her bold... she liked
him seeing her naked.
He dried her off with a towel, getting her front and legs, and turning her round and getting her back and butt, she sighed as she felt him
drying her cheeks.... that feels nice. He turned her around to face him once more, and he gently dried her private place, holding the towel in his hand and gently holding
her, there. It made her feel warm again.
Then he grabbed her ball of clothes that were sitting on the bench. He unwadded her
panties and held them for her so she could put them on, then he pulled them up her hips. He did the same with her sweatpants, then he helped her with
her tshirt. He looked at her, and asked, "Do you mind if I dry off? My clothes are inside."
Her mouth got dry, she whispered, "I don't mind."
He smiled at her, and grabbed a large, dry towel, and turned his back to her. She saw him quickly take down his shorts, and she could see his butt. It didn't have any hair on it like his legs did, and it looked muscular. She thought he had a nice butt. He was drying himself quickly, and she wanted him to turn around so she could see the hard thing, but then he wrapped the towel around his waist and said, "Ok, let's go in." He held the pool house door for her and said, "Ladies first," and she giggled, and did the same with the door to the house.
He left her in the living room and said "Be right back" and went to his room, and 45 seconds later came out in sweatpants and a tshirt and asked, "Ok, what's for lunch."
"Grilled cheese?" she asked. She suddenly realized she was starving, and he made really good grilled cheeses.
"Anything you want, sweetie," he said, and she smiled. "Why don't you go pick some cherry tomatoes from the bush," he said handing her a small plastic bag, and she said ok, grabbed the bag, and went out.
Her head was still kind of buzzing from what happened today, she didn't know what "euphoria" felt like, but if she'd known the word, she'd have used it.
She felt at ease and relaxed and loose. As she picked tomatoes she thought about how he kissed her lips, then kissed her private place, and how good it felt... no... how AMAZING it felt... and wondered if he would do it to her again... and when? She had picked about a dozen
little tomatoes by now, so she went back in.
She put the bag on the counter, he thanked her and kissed her forehead, and grabbed them to wash. While he was running them under the water he said, "So today was nice, wasn't it," not looking at her.
She suddenly felt shy, mostly because now that they were talking about it she didn't know how to respond. "Yeah, it was nice," she nearly whispered, and he barely heard her over the sound of the running water.
"I really like kissing you... did you like kissing me?" he asked, feeling her out. He had a feeling she enjoyed everything about today, but now he had to help her reconcile her guilt about having physical pleasure and override whatever other programming she'd been given regarding "good girls don't do that." This wasn't his first little girl.
"Yeah, kissing is nice," she couldn't meet his gaze, and her face was red.
"Do you want to kiss more, later? I'd like to, but only if you wanna."
"Ok, if you want."
"I do... but only if you want."
"Ok."
Hmmm, she's getting a little shy on me.
He put their cheese sandwiches together, and put them in the hot pan.
"The other stuff we did was a lot of fun too," he continued.
She just studied her hands in her lap, red faced.
"I felt really close to you when we did that... like we were more than friends."
She looked up at him through her eyelids, and nodded slightly.
"When you came at the end, have you ever felt that before?"
Now here was an expression she didn't know... 'came?' Did he mean when... "Do you mean when the explosion happened?"
He laughed at that, he couldn't help it, and he was glad it was THAT good for her.
But she thought he was mocking her, and turned away again, and he realized what he'd done. He walked around the counter to her, and hugged her, "No sweetie, I wasn't laughing at you, I just thought that expression was funny, and I am glad it felt like an explosion to you. Yes, I meant when the explosion came... it has a lot of names, including 'you came.'" He kissed the top of her head and went back to flip the grilled cheeses.
I came... ok.... I get it. "No, I never felt that before yesterday. What was it?"
"That's what happens when you or someone else stimulates you in your special
area. If you do it right, it ends with an orgasm, which is sometimes called 'cumming.'"
"So you made me have a .... oar-gasma? when you kissed me down there?"
"OR-GASM. And yes sweetie, it sounded like you had one... if that's what your explosion was."
"OR-GASM. Well yah, that was my first one... well, I mean the first was yesterday when I was rubbing against the hard thing, and it was really nice, but today was like WOW... way nicer."
John finished the sandwiches and put them on plates with some chips and cherry tomatoes, and put one in front of her, then he grabbed them both a bottle of water from the fridge.
He was glad they were having this conversation now, in the middle of dong
regular, ordinary things like making lunch... he wanted her to associate that
sex was just normal thing that people did, and not a big deal. Plenty of
other people will try to stigmatize sex for her... but he wanted her comfortable
with it. He watched little Erin take a big bite of her sandwich, HOT! And she grabbed her bottle of water and downed half of it, then she attacked her chips and tomatoes while waiting for her sandwich to cool. He was enjoying watching her...
little Erin is dehydrated, and she seemed famished... but then she has burned a lot of calories
today. Which reminded him, his balls were starting to ache. He hadn't had a chance to relieve himself after all that sexual buildup, and he was going to pay for it this afternoon.
Oh well... the price I pay.
He ate his food, and watched her drain her bottle of water before her sandwich was even cool, and got her another.
While he ate he decided to educate her further. "So you can give orgasms to yourself, but they are way nicer when you are with someone you like and you can give them to each other."
"You can give one to yourself?" she asked while chewing on some bread.
"Yes."
"Well... how?"
"Basically like you did yesterday.... just rub yourself with your fingers or whatever, on the right spot. You can basically do that whenever you
want that feels good down there," and he smiled at her.
"Really?" she asked, intrigued by the possibilities.
"Yes, but like I said, they are more fun and even better when you share them with someone special," looking at her, meeting her gaze.
"Like you?" she asked him.
"Well... you are definitely special to me." She gave him a big smile, and tore back into her sandwich.
"So..." and here's the delicate stuff... "Do they teach you in school about people touching you in your private places, or do your parents, or anything like that?"
She was just finishing lunch. "Yah in school they tell us Stranger Danger and that if a stranger ever tries to touch us we are supposed to run and tell a trusted adult."
Then she realized something, "Is... that what we did?"
Here it is. "Well, am I a stranger?"
"Well no, but you... touched me down there.... and... my mom says only when I'm older my special man will do that..."
He cleared his throat. "Well the way I was taught was that doing stuff like that was only for two people who cared for and trusted each other. Yeah normally a girl is
older than you, and usually the two people are closer to the same age, but not always. I've liked and cared about you for years now, and you are SO pretty, probably the prettiest girl I have ever seen, and I guess this just happened... but I know I don't regret it, and I don't
feel like it was a bad thing. Do you?"
"You think I'm pretty?" she asked.
"No, I think you are beautiful."
She gave him a big smile, and considered his words. It didn't feel bad, it actually felt amazing... and I have known him so long, and I trust him, and he is pretty cute too, for an old guy... and I never thought about doing this stuff before, but I really liked it, and I... I'd like him to do that to me again, if he wants
to... "I mean it doesn't feel like it was wrong..." John sat next to her, turned toward her. She didn't know how to respond to this. "Is... is this what boyfriends and girlfriends do, do orgasms for each other?" Erin was too young to remember when any of her older siblings were bringing their boyfriends and girlfriends around the house, and her parents had been married too long to be all cuddly and affectionate to each other
in front of her, and her school friends were too young do be dating, yet, so Erin honestly had no idea how people showed
affection for each other, apart from getting kisses and hugs from her mom and dad before she went to bed. She'd seen people kiss on TV, that was literally the extent of her knowledge about what boys and girl did together.
"Yes, usually," he said to her. "Being boyfriend and girlfriend means you are close to each other, and kissing and making each other feel good are part of that."
"So when you kissed me... at the pool... does that mean... you want to be my boyfriend?"
"Well... yes... is that ok?"
She thought a moment, and smiled.... "yes, that's ok."
"Does that mean you want to be my girlfriend?"
She looked at him, and nodded.
"That makes me very happy, Erin... would you like me to kiss you, now? Our first kiss as official boyfriend and girlfriend?"
She looked at him, and when she smiled he thought her eyes were actually sparkling with their own light, and she nodded. He leaned in, turned his head, and when their lips were close he saw her close her eyes. His lips touched hers softly, and then she pressed back, and he felt her part her lips, and there was her little tongue, and he met hers with his, and they gently licked each other back and forth. After a minute he added little nibbles, her tongue, her bottom lip, she giggled and nibbled him back. He picked her up off the chair, cradling her, "let's get comfortable," and carried her to the couch. He sat and kept her on his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and they continued making out.
John knew she would be receptive to more sex play. He knew he could undress her right now, and she'd let him lick her little pussy and give her another 'OAR-GASMA.' He also knew he could probably show her his cock right now, and teach her how to relieve some of this pressure he felt, and she would be an eager student. But he didn't want to rush this... he knew even the most promising, budding underage nymphomaniac could be scared off by moving too fast, too soon. He wanted little Erin to become addicted to orgasms before he moved on her
and showed her what an aroused, adult male looked like, and could
do to her. He knew that sort of thing could even scare some adult women if they
had been too sheltered. But today he wanted her sexually frustrated... he wanted to send her home fully aroused with the knowledge that
she could give herself an orgasm, and talk to her again tomorrow and see what transpired in the night in her own bedroom.
So they kissed, and she sat on his lap with his hard cock under her hip. Her occasional squirming told him she knew it was there, what she called 'that hard thing.' They kissed passionately, she was doing
well for an 8 year old girl, and he started caressing her, sliding his hand over her body. Her breathing through her nose got a little faster and deeper as he touched her, he would slide his hand down her hip, fingers grazing her ass, then back up, up her torso, and his fingertips
barely brushing her nipples over her shirt, causing her to chirp like a baby bunny. He ran his hand down her tummy causing her to giggle... "tickles" she mumbled while kissing... and his fingers brushed over her vulva, over her sweats, eliciting a little moan. Back over her hip, down her thigh, feeling her ass on his way back up. Then down her tummy, and this time she spread her legs, giving his hand full access to her, and he palmed her little pussy in his hand, causing her to moan again. He pressed against it, rubbed it up and down a few times, he could feel her heat through her panties and her sweats. He kissed her neck as he rubbed her pussy, she was moaning with abandon, without shame. And he knew he had to end this... he wanted to leave her hanging, he wanted her to masturbate tonight after she went home... so as much as he hated to stop... he was going to,
but first he had some seeds to plant in her mind...
"Baby, does this feel good?" rubbing her pussy...
"Yes... sooo good...."
"I love doing this to you... it makes me feel so close to you...."
And little Erin moaned, thrusting her pussy against his hand, trying to make him hit that special spot...
"I feel so lucky that you let me be the one to be with you like this..."
"No I'm lucky, it feels so good..."
"But..." and his hand stopped... "We're both still sore from yesterday... I think we need to take a break today."
She turned to look at him, "What?"
"I think we should stop... if we keep going we'll just make it worst... we should stop now so then tomorrow we wont be sore at all, and maybe we can do more."
She looked at him for all the world as if to say you have got to be fucking kidding
me.... but she wasn't yet ready to be so bold, and he was the one who knew what he was doing, so she just said, "Ok... if... if you think that's best."
"I do sweetie. But... there's one thing I can do.... how about I rub some lotion on you... down there.... that will make sure all the red
is gone by tomorrow?"
Yeah touch me more down there YES, NOW, "Ok..."
John got up and placed her on the couch, "ok, be right back, don't go anywhere." She nodded.
Oh my god I am so hot down there... I need.... more....
John came back from his bathroom with a little jar. "This is aloe. It makes burns all better."
"Ok."
He went to his knees before her, hooked his fingers in the waistband of her sweats, and looked at her. "Ok, girlfriend?"
She smiled back at him, "Ok boyfriend," and she lifted her butt as he pulled her pants and panties down at the same time. "Slide forward a bit," he told her, her sweats pooled at her ankles,
she pulled her hips to the edge of the couch and he spread her knees.... my god, this amazing little pussy.
He scooped some aloe gel on his fingers, and touched it to her red labia. She sucked air in through her teeth, "COLD!" as he started rubbing it into her skin.
"Sorry sweetie... it warms up quick, trust me," and he scooped out more, and rubbed it into her other labia. He rubbed the gel up and down her outer vaginal lips,
she is so swollen, so aroused for an 8 year old, he thought, and her breathing became rapid as his fingers stimulated her.
His fingers parted her lips, and caressed her delicate petals, and his middle finger even found her opening, and yes, it was slick, even before the aloe....
she really is lubricating, I love it. And finally, one more small scoop of aloe, right on the hood of her clit. Her little whimpers became moans as he rubbed it into her
raw skin in a circle, he could feel her little nub of a clit under
its hood, and his fingertips gently strummed it. She was now spreading her legs wider and rocking her pussy against his fingers... open sexual need... and he knew he'd worked her up enough. He pulled his hand back, closed her knees,
and in a chipper voice, "Ok sweetie, all done! Stand up!"
And stunned, she did, and he pulled her panties and sweats back up, her hands on his
shoulders for balance. He looked at her, she looked back at him. This sucks, but I need her to crave release... I feel so bad... I want to help her... but... think of the big picture.
"You know," he said, "we've still got a few hours until you have to go. Why don't we just chill here on the couch and watch TV the rest of the afternoon?"
Head still spinning, her special place still tingling and... aching? wanting?
she didn't yet have the words, she said, "Ok."
John plopped down on the couch on his side, grabbed the remote, hit the guide, "What looks good?" They decided on a movie about a teen girl switching bodies with a businesswoman in her late 20's. He patted the couch in front of him, "Wanna cuddle? It's what boyfriends and girlfriends do."
She thought that sounded nice, "ok," and sat in front of him, and he helped her lie down with her back to him, her head on his arm. "This is called spooning, it's one of the best ways to cuddle." And she felt him grab her hip and slide her back against him, and she felt his hard thing against her butt. She liked that... she squirmed against it a bit finding a comfy place, heard him sigh, and she grabbed his arm and pulled it around
her, she found she really liked it when he held her. Now this is nice, she thought, settling into the movie, doing her best to not think about her aching
vagina, and the hard thing against her butt.
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A few minutes before she was due to get picked up, she was again sitting on his lap on the couch, softly kissing, cuddling, and talking. "You know," he said to his precious little Erin, "I would love to tell the whole world I am your boyfriend... but people prolly wouldn't understand since I am older than you. Do you understand?"
"Yes," softly.
"Especially your parents... your father... they NEVER like their daughters dating boys, but especially at your age, they always think you need to be older. Do you understand?"
"Yes," softly.
"So you know what that means, right?"
"It means I can't tell anyone, this is our secret."
Astute, he thought. "Exactly. Do you know what happens if anyone finds out you and me are together like this?"
She hesitated, "....no...."
"It means we will never be allowed to see each other again. I would hate that, ok? So please, can you keep this as our secret?"
"I would hate it too, yah, it's our secret."
And they cuddled and kissed some more, until the doorbell rang.
"Bye sweetie... I'll miss you and think of you tonight when I can't be with you."
"Me too," she said, grabbing her bag and going to the door. John stayed seated and said
'hi' and 'bye' to Erin's mom from his seat. His cock was stiff and his blue balls ached too much to walk.