Only To Get By
by Cactus

The characters and events in this story are fictional and are not condoned by the author in any way. These stories are posted for fantasy and shout not be acted out. If you are under 18 years of age (or 21 in some areas) please discontinue reading. Fictional writing about children involved in sex is considered freedom and speech and is not child pornography according to U.S. law

Chapter 2: Friends in Low Places

Jennifer sat on the ground of the bus terminal, her arms holding her knees up to her chest and her backpack lying against the brick wall beside her. She had been out of her house for five days now, and still she hadn’t found a place to live or spend her life, and she hadn’t heard or seen anything about where her mother might have ended up. Most of her nights away from home were spent sleeping in alleys and behind buildings – anywhere she felt relatively safe. On her second night she slept at a friend’s house while her mother and father were out of town, and two nights later she slept in an open, abandoned car that was parked in an abandoned lot. Thankfully is was still early in the fall and the temperature was still fairly cool, not cold.

Now she sat in the local bus terminal, watching the people go by and wondering where she would go from here. She could try to sneak onto a bus – she didn’t have enough money for a ticket yet. She could try to get someone to buy one for her. Or did she want to go that route at all? She still had the sinking feeling in her stomach because of the whole situation. The buses came and went all around her, pulling up to and leaving from the large overhang that projected from the main building. She sat under the overhang, her face nearly covered by her knees as the soft wind blew through her black hair. Her dark eyes seemed lost as she passively watched the buses and the passing people. Hours had passes since she wandered to this spot and not a thing had happened yet.

Not much longer passed before her view was blocked by a pair of legs that stepped up in front of her. When they didn’t move she slowly looked up so see the face of a tall man with a tanned complexion looking down at her. His hair was dark as well as his eyes, and he seemed Mediterranean in descent. He looked at Jennifer with kind eyes that almost seemed to laugh within themselves.

“Hi…are you waiting for someone?” he said, his form almost silhouetted by the bright sunlight that seemed all the brighter outside the shadow of the terminal overhang.

“Ummm…” Jennifer began, unsure of how to answer, “Yes…I’m waiting for my dad.” She lied, hoping to defend herself against any possible advances he might try to make to a lonely young girl.

“I’m waiting for someone too…mind if I wait with you?”

Jennifer wasn’t expecting that response, but she didn’t know what else to say. She nodded slowly and the man leaned against the wall opposite her bag. For a moment the two were silent, but the man broke that a few moments after arriving.

“What’s your name?” he asked, looking down at the beautiful 11-year-old.

Jennifer continued looking ahead, thoughts racing through her mind of stories she’d seen on the news about little girls being kidnapped and raped and murdered. She was silent for a moment, then said quietly “Meghan…”

The man nodded and smiled. “My name’s Gary. I’m waiting for my daughter…she’s a little younger than you, I think. How old are you?”

“Eleven.” Jennifer didn’t feel a need to lie about that much. Besides, if the man really had a daughter, he couldn’t be that bad. He didn’t seem like her own father.

The young girl and the man talked for what seemed like a long while. She ended up telling him anyway about how she ran away from home and what her father had done. He told her about his daughter and how pretty she was and how she would probably like her. After a while Jennifer noticed a young girl who looked to be no older than seven walking up the street towards them. Gary smiled and opened his arms to her, and the little girl ran up and hugged him tightly. Gary had said her name was Christy, and he wasn’t kidding when he said how beautiful she was. At 4’9, Christy was as beautiful as Jennifer could imagine a young girl. Chestnut brown hair pulled back in a ponytail accented her similar brown eyes. Tiny soft lips and creamy skin gave her face an angelic look, and her tiny, baby-fat hinted body was desirable even to the young runaway.

Gary looked to Jennifer with an arm around his young daughter. “If you have nowhere to go maybe you can come with us…I’m sure Christy would love getting to know you.”

Jennifer smiled and nodded. Maybe the kind man and his daughter could get her mind off all of her recent troubles, and even offer her a decent place to stay for a while until she could find her mother. She stood up and slung her backpack over one shoulder, then followed Gary and Christy as they walked down the street towards their home.

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Jennifer entered the small apartment after her two hosts. The place was dimly lit and not what some might consider very well off, expense-wise, but it was cozy and she was glad to be in a place other than the streets. Gary patted his little girl on her cute little rear and told her to take Jennifer up to her room while he made snacks. The two girls laughed and ran to Christy’s bedroom, closing the door behind them.

The bedroom was much smaller then Jenny’s old one, but she liked it a lot. It was plain – a small single bed with pink sheets and blankets, a table with crayons and paper, some posters and a nightstand with a cheap radio. They sat on the small but comfy bed and began to talk. As the conversation went on, Jennifer began to wonder about Christ’s relationship with her dad. It didn’t sound like any other father and daughter Jenny knew, but they seemed to love each other a lot. Finally, Christy said something that confirmed Jennifer’s suspicions.

“You know, Gary isn’t my real daddy…my real daddy died a long time ago and my mommy stopped caring about me, so when I met Gary he let me live with him. He loves me a lot and I love him.”

Jennifer envied the relationship the two had, and wished that her own father was as kind. Christy continued, and surprised her guest even more.

“Gary says that we can move to a nicer place when I make enough money for him.”

“Make money for him? How?”

Christy smiled and bounced on the bed a little “Gary lets men touch me and play with me, and they pay us for it. It’s fun cause it feels really good, and Gary always makes sure they treat me right.”

As the conversation deepened, it was apparent that Gary was selling out Christy as a little child prostitute. Jennifer learned that Gary had other such girls too, and that some lived with them and some lived with their unknowing – and in some cases knowing, parents.

Jennifer didn’t know what to think of all this. From what she knew of sex, what her father had done to her, she didn’t like it much at all. But Christy seemed to enjoy it a lot, and so did the other girls she said.

After a while the girls grew silent. Christy was now lying on her back and slowly rubbing her tiny clit, her hand causing a bulge in the front of her shorts. Jennifer didn’t know what to do. The situation was awkward for her, having never been around a girl doing that before. But in a way she enjoyed it, because she knew how good it felt when she did it to herself. She was glad her new friend could experience it too. The silence lasted another few minutes before Christy sat up and bounced a little, a bright smile on her face as she placed a small hand on Jennifer’s shoulder.

“Have you ever been with another girl before?” she asked, her eyes filled with excitement.

“Another girl? I have been with some, friends and stuff…I never had too many friends.”

This seemed to bring Christy to an even higher level of excitement. Jennifer couldn’t understand it, but soon began to wonder at Christy’s next question.

“Do you wanna be with me? Like, get with me?”

“But … I am with you.”

Christy giggled and stood up, starting to remove her t-shirt. Jennifer just watched, unsure of what to do. Her friend shucked the pink shirt and tossed it aside. “But, you know, let’s fool around. Let’s have sex!”

“Sex…?” Jennifer understood fairly well now. “But…with you? I…I don’t know…is it okay?”

“Of course it’s okay. Me and Gary’s other girls do it all the time.”

Christy reached forward and began to pull Jennifer’s shirt up. Jenny didn’t know what to do, but she didn’t want to offend her new friend. Despite her nervousness, she began to take her shirt off, then followed the seven-year-old’s lead and removed the rest of her clothing.

The two girls now sat naked on the soft bed, and Christy wasted no time and crawled close to her friend, kissing her cheeks and pulling her closer. Jennifer just sat there, images running through her mind of her father and what he had done, and of things her friends had told her about sex. But this was her friend…and not a drunken and strong man like her father. And when touching herself, it felt wonderful. Despite her experiences, she decided she would try this out…carefully.

Slowly she began to kiss the girl back, their lips meeting from time to time when they were not all over the other’s cheeks. Soon Christy’s hand found it’s way to Jennifer’s budding chest and was playing with her pink, puffy nipples. The girl had never felt excitement like this before. It wasn’t long before she couldn’t contain her curiosity and lust for this new experience. She laid back at the control of her new friend as her young, bare vaginal lips were spread by two tiny fingers and Christy’s small pink tongue was dashing up and down along the pink slit. Electricity seemed to course through her body and her stomach shuddered and pulsed with quickened breath. Her eyes were wide open and staring at the ceiling. The feeling of a tongue caressing and lapping at her virgin sex was exhilarating, and she wished it would never end. So it was such a surprise, then, when the licking suddenly stopped. Jennifer’s head took a moment to clear before she realized why. Gary had entered the room, and as she looked up she noticed little Christy holding the man close as he knelt and kissed her quite passionately.

Jenny didn’t know what to think. The only other time she saw an older man with a young girl was her father…raping her. As she watched the “father and daughter” kissing now, she just looked away – partly to give them privacy, partly to try and forget her memories, and partly to hide the growing blush on her creamy cheeks. Soon Gary was up and moving to her. She caught it out of the corner of her eye and looked over just as he knelt beside the bed in front of her.

“Hey Jennifer…looks like you and Christy are becoming good friends.”

Jennifer nodded lightly, not saying anything as she tried to cover her blush by holding her head down. She was foiled, however, when Gary’s hand came to her chin and raised her face. He looked into her big brown eyes and smiled.

“You’re such a beautiful girl, Jennifer…Christy and I both think so.”

Jen looked past the older man at the younger girl by the door. Christy stood there smiling, a hand back on her naked cunny, rubbing the small clitoris that poked out. She then looked back to Gary, and nodded slowly. Would this man try to have sex with her too? Would he try to force and hurt her like her father had?

“…well?” Gary’s question broke into her mind as images and questions raced through. She blinked and focused on his eyes.

“…w..what?”

“I asked if you had anywhere to go. You ran away, right…?”

Jennifer nodded slowly. “Are you going anywhere? Do you have somewhere to go?”

“I’m looking for my mom.” Jennifer’s mind was in two places at once. While trying to focus on Gary and his questions, she couldn’t help but think about what had taken place. Her father, her mother leaving, her days spent on the streets, where she wanted to go.

“Well why don’t you stay with the girls and I? We can take care of you until you find her.”

Jennifer’s eyes looked back into Gary’s. He seemed sincere…and Christy was definitely a good friend so far. Maybe the other girls in Gary’s care were just the same. She nodded silently, only half aware of the response.

“Great! And as long as you stick with me, we can get you some good money to help you find her.”

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Gary was always interested in getting new girls, and this beautiful girl who he’d found at the Bus Terminal was looking to be a great catch. That night as Jenny and Christy slept together in bed, he thought about her beauty and how many men would love to have her for a night…and what of her mother? Gary’s questions were nearly endless, and so – to him, were the possibilities.