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Subject: {ASSM} "Aaron Aardvark: Detective" (Mf, 1st, oral, anal, young, cons, rom)
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                 Aaron Aardvark:  Detective
              ---------------------------------


CHAPTER 1

I was just about to close up shop for the week when *she*
walked in.

"Mr. Aardvark, I need help."

I could tell that she was trouble; a dirty blonde waif about
12 years old with ankle-socks, Van's sneakers, cut-off
Levis, and a tight thin T-shirt with the words "Future Fox"
on the front.  The future was now.

She didn't look rich, and I knew that my payments wouldn't
involve cash.

"Listen kid, I don't work for free.  My fee is $200 a day
plus expenses."

"Please Mr. Aardvark.  I don't have any money, but...  I can
pay you in other ways..."

She looked up at me with eyes as green as a lawn in spring
after a week of rain, and my soul went to seed.

Of all the detective agencies in all the towns in all the
world, she walks into mine.

"What made you think I was the one who'd take your case?"

"Well, the Triple-A Detective Agency turned me down and..."

I get that a lot.  My name's Aaron Aardvark, so I'm listed
number two in the phone book right after Triple-A.

"Tell me your problem kid."

She told me how she went to school like usual a few days
before but when she came home, her parents and everything
small and valuable was gone.  Her parents hadn't come home
that night, and the next day when she got back after school
the place was surrounded by cops, so she kept right on
walking.

"Please help me find my parents, Mr. Aardvark."

I had a hunch as to what had happened, but I needed to be
sure.

"I'll take your case, but since you're not paying cash, I'll
need a down payment in advance."

She walked around the desk and stared at my crotch.  "Little
Aaron" quickly became "Big Aaron".  He would have busted
through my pants if she hadn't dropped to her knees and let
him loose.

This was no ordinary 12-year-old girl.  She kissed "Big
Aaron", licked him, and then engulfed him in that sweet
small mouth of hers.  I've got 8 inches of steel the width
of a Polska Kilbasa, but she didn't bat an eyelid as she
took more than half of it in her mouth while one hand
stroked the lower half of my shaft and the other hand cupped
my balls and her middle fingers massaged my taint.

It was the best blowjob I've ever had.  Her hot young tongue
moved on the underside of my cock with so much passion that
it didn't take more than five minutes before I emptied my
balls down her throat.  My videotape player had broken the
week before, so there was a lot of come.  She swallowed it
all down while moaning like she was having an orgasm too,
and kept right on sucking.

Finally, I couldn't take it any more, and I pushed her head
away.

"Easy kid, save some for dessert."

"I'm sorry Mr. Aardvark; it's the only thing I've had to eat
for 2 days."

I figured we were on a first name basis at that point, so I
told her to call me Aaron.  She said her name was Tiffany.
It figured; babes like her always had names like that.


CHAPTER 2

We got some cheeseburgers at the local drive-through.  Of
course the kid didn't have any place to stay, so we headed
back to my place.  I couldn't get any more dope out of her
as to why her parents might have skipped.

Tiffany was pretty dirty so I put her clothes in the washer
while she took a bath.  While she was soaking, I did some
research on the Internet.  I found one of those kiddy-porn
sites and paid the $29.95 with a fake credit card number.

Sure enough, she was one of the prime attractions.  I guess
her parents had gotten advance notice of the bust, and
split.  There wasn't much chance that I was going to find
them before the cops did.  Even if I did, what good would it
do?  Well, maybe it would give Tiffany a chance to say
goodbye to her parents before they got 1300 years in prison.

I watched some of the movies.  Tiffany had been an "adult"
film star since about the age of five.  It made me sad.  At
least now she was growing some tits, and had hormones and
stuff.

The other thing was that the cops wouldn't just be looking
for her parents; they'd be looking for her too.  I had to
lose her quick.

Just then, she came out of the bathroom holding a towel over
her little breasts.  It barely covered her pussy.  She had
cleaned up real nice.

"I don't have anything to wear."

"I'll get you one of my shirts.  They're in the closet in
the bedroom."

"Okay."

She turned and walked down the hall, with her beautiful ass
on full display.  She knew what she was doing, and she was
working it.  Maybe I didn't have to lose her quite so quick
after all.

There's nothing sexier than an adolescent girl.  It's the
truth, it's natural, and every man knows it; every woman
too.  Let's face it, most girls peak in beauty somewhere
between 12 and 16.  That's why we've got laws so that you've
got to wait until you're 18.  That gives the old bags half a
chance of finding a man.  I've seen enough guys sneak peeks
on the sly, and heard enough gin-joint stories to know I'm
not the only one.  Even guys who go to church every Sunday
will talk about their daughters once they get loose enough
on a Saturday night.  And here's a dirty little secret I'll
bet you didn't know; the fashion industry will even
artificially lengthen legs in photographs to give their
models that coltish adolescent look.  And why do you think
that women shave their legs and armpits?  Any man who says
they would never have sex with a young adolescent girl under
*any* circumstances is lying, at least to himself.

I had the circumstances.

I followed Tiffany and her ass to the bedroom.  When she
turned around still clutching the towel, I kissed her.  Her
lips were full and soft, and she was a great kisser.  The
towel dropped to the floor.  She undid my belt while I felt
that beautiful little ass of hers.  It was so soft and warm.
She dropped to her knees and pulled my pants down, but when
she took my cock in her mouth, I picked her up and tossed
her on the bed.  I didn't want another down payment; I
wanted payment in full.  That fake credit card number had
cost me plenty.

She was sprawled on the bed, and she spread her legs while I
kicked off my shoes and unbuttoned my shirt.  She had tiny
little breasts with nickel-sized nipples that got hard when
she saw my cock.  I didn't see any hair on her pussy, which
is the way I like it.  Because she was a blonde I couldn't
tell for sure, but I was going to find out.

I kissed and licked her beautiful 12-year-old thighs,
working my way up to her pussy.  She shuddered and moaned as
I got closer to the source.  She went wild when I started
tonguing her love canal.  There wasn't any hair, so it was
as smooth as butter.  It even almost tasted like "sweet
butter", with a little womanly tang.

There's nothing like hearing a girl that young having an
orgasm.  If she hadn't blown me earlier, I think I would
have come before I got the job done.

I pulled my head away to take a good long look at this
beautiful young girl I was about to enter.  She was panting
lightly from her orgasm.  Her face was gorgeous.  Her big
green eyes were closed, and her mouth was open with her
tongue touching her bottom lip.  She had the cutest tiniest
little nose and ears.

Her body was flawless; skinny little arms and a great
budding adolescent shape all the way down to her cute little
feet.  All cleaned up, she looked like a cuter version of
the Swiss Miss girl.

I knew I wasn't going to last long.

I got ready to enter her; rubbing my cock head up and down
her slit to get myself lubricated.  Then I noticed that
Tiffany was trying to say something between moans.

"I'm... unnh... a virgin... unnh... so... unnh... be
gentle..."

I stopped what I was doing.  Not 10 minutes earlier, I had
watched movies of this girl sucking and fucking from age
five.  I couldn't believe this crap she was trying to feed
me.

"What?"

"I've given blowjobs, and had my pussy eaten, and
occasionally done anal, but nobody's ever been inside my
pussy.  I always wanted to, but..."

I thought back on those movies I had seen.  I couldn't prove
that the kid was lying.  I guess that's how her parents
justified it.  She was still technically a virgin.

"Well what do you want me to do?"

"Just be gentle.  I hear it hurts the first time."

I couldn't believe it.  I was going to deflower a 12-year-
old virgin slut (she obviously wasn't a whore because she
liked kissing - don't get me started on that topic).

I started pushing my way in, and sure enough, I hit some
resistance.  I pushed my big cock in a little farther only
to hear a moan of pain from Tiffany.  I remembered back to
the best way to get into cold water, so I kissed her once
and just jumped on in.  There was a loud moan of pain.

"Are you okay, Tiffany?"

"I'm okay.  It stings, but it doesn't hurt as much as the
first time I did anal.  But don't move too much."

The warmth, tightness, and wetness of her pussy were enough
that I didn't want to move.  I didn't have "Big Aaron" all
the way in because I had hit bottom after about 6 inches,
but it was enough.  The contrast of the cool air on those
last 2 inches compared to the heat on the top 6 inches was
amazing.

I french-kissed Tiffany, which required me to remove most of
my cock from inside of her.

I lay there just kissing her forever.  I think I was falling
in love.  After a while, her pussy started contracting and
she pulled her mouth away from mine as she started having an
orgasm.  I pushed myself all the way in until my balls were
resting against her pussy lips and I came.  I came hard.
One of those orgasms where you don't want to come because
you never want it to end, but you can't help it, no matter
how much you try, so the spurts just take you by surprise
and you stay motionless while your arms go numb because the
only thing you can feel is your cock propelling your seed.

I rolled off of Tiffany.  She cuddled up to me and put her
arm on my chest, and her leg over mine.  I put my arm around
her and she used it as a pillow.

The last thing I saw before I fell asleep was her face.
What a beautiful face.


CHAPTER 3

I woke the next morning to the feeling of Tiffany's hand on
my cock.  She saw my eyes open.

"Good morning Aaron."

Man, her voice was sexy.

"Roll over on your back, Mr. sleepy head."

I wasn't about to argue.

She climbed on top of me and slowly eased herself down upon
my morning hard-on, saying, "Ow, ow, ow" during the entire
process.

"I'm not sure if I can do this.  I'm pretty sore."

"Don't worry; I know a way that won't hurt too much."

I was most of the way inside of her.  I knew that the area
that was hurting was right near the opening of her pussy.  I
grabbed that soft sweet ass of hers and started moving her
back and forth instead of up and down on top of me, which
caused the rest of me to get in.  My cock-head was mapping
her insides.  I started moving her from side to side and she
liked that even more.  The entire time, her eyes were wide
open like she was receiving a divine revelation.  I doubt
that that was the case, but at least she was saying "Oh, oh,
oh," instead of "Ow, ow, ow."

Then she said, "Oh my god, I'm coming," and she fell flat
upon me and her fingers were twitching.  So was her pussy,
and I came hard as I grasped her head to my chest and kissed
the top of her head.

After a shower, she cooked us up some eggs.  She looked
awful cute wearing only my shirt.  Every time she bent over,
I could see her ass.  If I hadn't known she was so sore, we
wouldn't have had breakfast until lunchtime.  I felt like a
12-year-old in more ways than one, but I needed to pace
myself; that age was a distant memory.

While she was cleaning up, I went back to the website.

"Hey Tiffany, come here a minute."

She was shocked to see herself on the screen.

"Oh my god, where did you get that?"

"Anyone with $30 bucks can get it off the Internet.  At
least until the Feds come get them."

She stared at me with despair on her face before she broke
down blubbering.

"Those were supposed to be secret.  Now everyone in the
world will think I'm a freak, and you hate me too, don't
you?"

She was really sobbing now with her head down and her face
in her hands.  I put my arms around her and hugged her to
me.

"Please don't hate me Aaron."

"I don't hate you kid.  I..."

I couldn't say it.  I couldn't even think it.  A girl like
her gets under your skin pretty quick, but you got to be
realistic.

I carried her back to my bed, but just held her and caressed
her until she cried herself out.  Her warm skinny little
body was turning me on.  I put my hands under the shirt so I
could massage her back.  I loved the feeling of her back.

After awhile she scooted down and started undoing my pants.

"You don't have to do that kid."

"But I want to."

Who was I to argue?  By that time, I had been hard so long
that I did need some kind of release.

She started giving me head, but stopped after a few seconds
and started using her hands.

"Is it okay if I just give you a hand job?  My nose is all
stuffed up and I can't breathe.  And I'm still too sore
between my legs."

"A hand job would be just great, sweetheart."

And it was.  Her hands were so soft.  I stopped her long
enough to take off her shirt.  I'll never forget how
beautiful she looked just then.  Even with her face all red
and puffy from crying, the look on her face as she looked up
at me with those green eyes is an image that stays with me
to this day.  She was obviously falling in love with me.
The feeling was mutual.

She rubbed my cock on her face and licked the head while
stroking me gently.  I guessed I surprised her when I came
so quickly, but I had been hard for almost an hour.  Half of
it went on her face, before she took me in her mouth and
swallowed the rest.

She giggled after I stopped coming.

"Looks like you gave me a milk mustache."

I looked down and laughed.  She looked good with my come all
over her face.

"More like a cream mustache."

She giggled again, and then tried to lick it off her face.

I was glad I had cheered her up.  I wanted to get some more
dope about her parents, but I figured I should wait until
she brought it up.  There wasn't much chance of finding them
that weekend anyway.  If anything, they'd try to catch her
on the way to or from school, probably wearing disguises.
Also, part of me wanted to keep her (and not just the little
part), but I knew I couldn't, and I didn't want to think
about that.


CHAPTER 4

I wanted Tiffany to stay happy, so I decided to break the
bank and buy another videotape player so I could rent us
some movies.  It was summer and the gas bill could wait.  I
didn't use gas that much anyway, and I'd need that tape
player after she was gone.  If only I had enough scratch to
buy a camcorder.  All I had was a photo camera for my work.
Any pictures I took would have to go through the 1-hour
photo shop, and I wasn't dumb enough to go to the slammer by
that route.

I asked Tiffany what her favorite food was and she said,
"Pizza."  We had a lot in common.

She wanted to go with me to get it.

"Listen Tiffany, I got to tell you something.  You're too
hot right now."

She paused a moment.  She didn't get it.

"Why thank you.  But I can wear one of your shirts over my
top and..."

"No kid.  The cops are looking for you, just like they're
looking for your parents.  I'd love to have you go with me,
but you can't show your face.  If a cop sees you, I'll get
busted too.  You got to stay here."

Tiffany looked like she was going to start blubbering again.

"Do you ever think I'll find my parents?"

I didn't want to upset her.

"If anyone can find them, I will.  But it probably won't be
until Monday.  They'll be looking for you around school, and
I'll find them then."

I didn't have the heart to tell her that if her parents had
any brains at all, they'd be out of the state by now.  But
then again, since they sold X-rated videos of their own
daughter, they probably didn't have any brains.  And it
would be damn hard for Tiffany's father to give up a piece
of ass like her.

I told her not to go outside, and I tried to get back as
quick as I could.  I rented five movies, all comedies, just
on the hopes that she'd want to see one of them, and it
would keep her spirits up.

She wanted to see two of the movies I picked out, so we
munched on pizza and cuddled up on my couch.  She wanted to
get a blanket to cover us up because it was "cuddlier."  It
just felt great.  I didn't give a damn about the movie that
was playing other than how she reacted to it.  She was
experiencing the movie and I was experiencing her.  I had
fallen hard for this little girl.  I just hoped I hadn't
fallen down a well.

After the first movie was over, it was late enough for me to
have a beer.  When I brought one back to the couch, Tiffany
pretended to pout.

"You didn't bring me one?"

"If you want one, I'll get you one."

What the hell?  If she wanted to get drunk, let her.  It
wasn't like I was going to take advantage of her; I had
already done that.

"Don't you have any *good* beer?"

I had bought the cheapest 12-pack in the store, but that was
all I could afford.

"Listen kid, I don't make a lot of money.  I've got 4
dollars and change in my bank account, and about another
fifty in my wallet.  Until I get paid some cash, that's all
I've got to live on.  It'll probably last me another week."

She really looked sorry.

"Do you want another 'payment'?"

For some reason that *really* pissed me off.

"Kid, if you're going to call it that, then I don't want it
any more."

"I'm sorry!  I didn't mean it like that...  I like having
sex with you.  I...  I like sex."

She started crying.

"Please Aaron, don't kick me out.  You've been real nice to
me, and I didn't know you didn't have any money.  I don't
need to drink any beer, and I won't eat anything any
more..."

"Easy kid, I'm not going to kick you out, and you're welcome
to eat or drink anything I have.  It's just that...  I
really like you."

I paused a moment, not knowing what to say.

"I'm the one who should be sorry for getting so mad.  The
sex did start out as a payment...  But I like having you
around, and you've...  Well, I meant what I said; you don't
have to have sex with me any more if you don't want to.
We'll just call it even.  I enjoyed watching that movie with
you more than I enjoyed any other 2 hours of my life in the
past 10 years."

She had stopped crying in the middle of my little soliloquy.
I noticed that when her eyes were bloodshot, the green was
almost blinding.

"I love you Aaron.  You're the sweetest nicest man I've ever
met."

She had gone and said it.  I wanted to say it back to her,
but I've got real "issues" on that front.  If I ever get
enough dough to waste on a Psychiatrist, I'll try to figure
out why.

I bent over her and stroked her cheek, then kissed her.  It
was a real "I love you" kiss, and not an "I want to fuck
you" kiss.  That was about the best I could do.

"Here.  Take this beer, and I'll get another one."

"Of course you give *me* the warm one...  Just kidding!"

She giggled, and I laughed.  Before you knew it, we were
both laughing hysterically.


CHAPTER 5

I got my beer and put in the 2nd movie before sitting down.

"Aaron?"

"Yeah?"

"You can give me *your* warm one any time you want.  I mean
it."

Tiffany was looking up at me earnestly, but as soon as she
said it, she grabbed my arm with both of hers, laid her head
on my chest and cuddled up to me.  The movie was starting;
amazingly enough, there weren't any previews or ads.  It was
an old favorite of mine called "The Heartbreak Kid" starring
Charles Grodin and a hot 19-year-old Cybill Shepherd.  It's
a Neil Simon movie about a Jewish guy (Grodin) who gets
married to a Jewish girl who literally eats crackers in bed.
Then, on his honeymoon, he meets this WASP girl who's way
too young for him and...  Well, you've just got to see it.
Absolutely fucking hilarious; 4 stars!

About 3/4 of the way through the movie, Tiffany wanted to
lie down.  I noticed three empty beer cans in front of her
side of the coffee table matching my own three.  No wonder
she was tired!  She only weighed about 70 or 80 pounds.

She got a pillow from the bedroom and laid it on my lap,
then rested her head on it after covering herself with the
blanket.

She was out like a light in less than a minute.  I started
having dirty thoughts.  It had always been a fantasy of mine
to see how far I could go with a sleeping girl without her
noticing it.  I got hard at the thought of molesting Tiffany
in her sleep.

I slid my hand under the blanket and rested it on her belly.
No reaction.  Then I worked my hand up her top so I could
feel her bare belly.  Still no reaction.  I slid it up a
little farther so my hand was touching the underside of her
right tit.  This was going easy so far, but I hadn't gotten
to any really sensitive spots.  I slowly slid my hand up
until I was cupping her tiny right breast.

I hadn't paid much attention to her breasts until then,
because there wasn't a lot to pay attention to.  But I was
really noticing the feeling during this illicit groping.
They were very small, an A minus cup, but very soft, as I
noticed when I started massaging the one under my hand.  I
lightly rubbed her nipple between two of my fingers, and
that got a start out of her.  I quickly took my hand away,
but she had only made a small sound, and she quickly
resettled.

I had my hand back up her top in an instant and this time
slowly brushed one finger against her nipple until it was
hard.  Then I moved my hand to the other breast and got that
nipple hard by the same method.  I was definitely safe at
second base; on to third.

I had trouble getting more than a finger down her pants,
because her cut-off Levi's were so tight.  I tried to
unbutton the top button, but Levi's are a bitch to unbutton
unless you're wearing them.  I tossed the blanket off of her
and rolled her over onto her back so I could see what I was
doing.  For good measure, I pulled her top up so I could see
those little budding breasts.

By this time, I had to let my cock out of my pants.  I let
it nestle in the silky blonde hair against the side of her
face while I unbuttoned her Levi's.  It took both hands, but
soon I was treated to the sight of her panties.

I put my hand down her panties, and experienced her pussy
like I was Stevie Wonder; gently mapping every contour, and
feeling the soft texture; finding where the wetness started,
what made her react, and where the butter-like lips ended
and the slightly less soft tunnel began.  It was an
education.

I wormed my middle finger all the way up her tunnel and
started massaging where the G-Spot is supposed to be.  She
started moaning in her sleep, and before I knew it, her eyes
were open and looking up at mine.

She turned over and took my cock in her mouth while I slid
another finger inside of her.  And there we were.  I thought
the first time she blew me was the best I ever had.  But
when I finally came this time, while feeling her pussy
contracting on my fingers, and hearing her little girl
sounds, I came so hard that I almost had a heart attack.  At
least my heart skipped two or three beats, and I almost
passed out.

I fell back against the couch with my arms up in the air.
My right hand was dripping with Tiffany's oil.  I couldn't
resist smelling it.  It smelled so good that my slightly
drooping cock started going back to full attention.

"I love you Aaron."

Her words took me out of my reverie.

I looked down at her beautiful face.  If I hadn't been
gasping for breath I would have said it back to her, I swear
it.  But instead, I kissed her, and climbed on top of her,
and made love to her passionately and gently.

When I came, I grasped her head with both my arms.  I could
feel her panting breath against my neck, and when she felt
me coming, she kissed my neck briefly before she started
moaning from her own orgasm.

We fell asleep together on the couch.


CHAPTER 6

I woke up with a stiff back.  For a brief moment, I wondered
where I was.  Then I remembered the night before.

Tiffany wasn't on the couch with me, but I heard sounds from
the kitchen.

She had eggs and coffee ready by the time I did my morning
business.  The scrambled eggs were the best I ever tasted
and I told her so.  She beamed at the compliment.

"That's because I put just a teensy little bit of beer in
them.  It makes them fluffier."

Even her voice turned me on, but I was as hungry as I was
horny.

After the meal, Tiffany wanted to watch the rest of the
movie.  I didn't mind because I hadn't really watched it
after she fell asleep.  I could tell she was really enjoying
it, and for me it was like watching it for the first time
through big green eyes.

When the movie got to the part where Cybill Shepherd is
taking off her top, Tiffany looked up at me.

"She's really pretty isn't she?  Do you think that when I
get older I'll be that pretty?"

I looked down at her all cuddled up against me.

"Tiffany, you're already prettier than she is."

"No way!  I'm just a little runt, and I don't even have any
tits."

I paused, thinking about how I had played with them the
night before, and how soft they were.

"What you've got upstairs is real nice.  I like 'em small,
and I like little runts like you."

I started tickling her, and she tickled me back.  Before you
knew it, her hand was tickling my cock.  She took him out of
my pants and stripped off her own then climbed on top of me.
I pulled her top off and we french kissed while I helped
lift her up and down with my hands on that soft little ass
of hers.

It only took a minute before I came.  I wanted to go longer,
but it felt so good that I just let it happen.  I could feel
my balls emptying inside of her.  After the previous day, I
was surprised I had any come left.

Tiffany leaned against me and kissed my neck until I
finished coming.

"You must have been really horny, because you came a lot!  I
can feel it inside of me.  It's really hot.  It feels so
good."

She got off of me and sure enough, my come was oozing out of
her.  She looked down at the flow, and then back up at me.

"It's running down my leg like a river."

She was cupping her pussy to keep my come from dripping on
the carpet.

I got up quickly to get some Kleenex and then sat back down.
She stood in front of me with one hand holding my shoulder
to steady herself while I mopped up the flow.  Then I picked
her up and carried her to the bedroom.

I ate her for over half an hour.  Sure I could tell that I
had just been there, but Aaron Aardvark doesn't leave a girl
unsatisfied, especially not Tiffany.  I clutched those
gorgeous thin thighs and spread them apart, tonguing her
until my tongue was numb.

She got off, and she got off big-time.  I had my shoes on,
so I couldn't count the number of orgasms she had.  Usually
I just eat a girl until she's wet enough to get my cock in,
but it's usually not a hairless 12-year-old goddess that I'm
doing.  If my tongue hadn't given out, I would have tongued
her until one of us died.

I had never stopped being hard even after I came a gallon
inside of her on the couch, so I climbed up and got ready to
put it in her when she stopped me.

"Wait.  Lie on your side."

I did, and she scooted her butt up against me.

"Put it in me and don't move it."

I did as ordered.  She was so incredibly wet that it went in
easy.  She just moved her hips in tiny circles and I started
feeling her little tits and body slowly with my hands.  It
was so incredibly sensuous.

I brushed my fingertips lightly against her face, and she
started licking, then sucking my fingers.  That did it; I
was mesmerized.  I just stayed motionless while she massaged
my cock with her pussy and sucked my fingers.

Again, I came quick.  There wasn't so much come this time,
but the orgasm was just as long and slow and intense as
before.

Tiffany rolled over and scooted up until her beautiful face
was level with mine and an inch away.

She gave me a sweet soft kiss on the lips.

"Do you love me Aaron?"

You can call it lust, or you can call it love.  Whatever it
was, I was in it over my head.

"Yeah Tiffany, I'm in love with you."

"Good."

She turned over and pretended to be asleep, complete with
obviously fake snoring.  I was flabbergasted.

"What do you mean, 'Good'?"

She giggled, and, a little bit angry, I started tickling
her, hard.  She laughed.

"Stop!  Stop!"

I stopped tickling her.

"I just meant that I knew you loved me, but you wouldn't say
it no matter how many times I said it to you.  So when you
finally said it, I said, 'Good'".

She paused.

"I love you Aaron."

Looking in those eyes looking up at me with so much love
freaked me out, and for a moment, I wanted to hit her.  Then
I wanted to cry.

I put my hand against her soft silky cheek and brushed my
fingertips down until I touched the edge of her lips.  With
my index finger, I briefly touched her lip just below her
nose.  She opened her mouth like she was going to bite or
suck it, but I pulled it out of her reach.

I kissed her on the forehead before getting up.

"I got to go return those tapes and get us something more to
eat.  Burgers sound okay?"

"Everything you've cooked so far has been great, so whatever
you say."

I hadn't cooked anything, so I looked over at her puzzled.
She busted out laughing.

"At least everything you've fed me has been great.  My
parents made me eat vegetables and stuff..."

With the mention of her parents, the laughter left her face,
and I could see how much finding those bastards meant to
her.  I kissed her sweetly on the lips this time.

"I'll be right back sweetheart."


CHAPTER 7

I dropped off the tapes and went to this place I knew that
had the best burgers in the universe.  They were a full half
pound, and the restaurant ground their own beef.  They also
had the best homemade blue cheese dressing in the world for
the salad that came with the burger, but I didn't know if
Tiffany liked blue-cheese dressing so I filled up a bunch of
small containers with their other dressings.  The burgers
also came with fries, but they no longer made them wedge cut
like they used to, so they were still good but not great like
they used to be.  It cost the same for the two burgers as a
good pizza would have cost, but those burgers are what I'd
choose as my last meal.

I got home, ready to give Tiffany the burger-gasm of her
life, but she wasn't in the living room and the house was
quiet, so I got nervous.  I set the food down and went into
the bedroom, hoping that she was taking a nap.

She was in the bedroom all right, but she wasn't taking a
nap.  She was lying on her stomach naked on a towel on my
bed and looking up at me like she had been waiting for me.
Her hair was wet, like she had just got out of the shower.
It was a beautiful sight.

"Aaron, do you think my butt's cute?"

I started getting hard because her tone of voice was so
sexy.  A lot sexier than a 12-year-old had a right to be.

I actually took a good long look at her ass before I
answered, and I answered truthfully.

"Tiffany, you've got the cutest butt I've ever seen in my
life."

"I think it's sunburned.  Could you put some baby-oil on
it?"

She reached under the bed and brought up the baby-oil that I
normally used to jack off with.  Her ass was definitely not
sunburned and was paler than the rest of her tanned body.
This was obviously some kind of game, but it sure beat the
hell out of Monopoly.

I took the baby-oil, and squirted some in my hands.  She
chided me.

"No, squirt it right on my butt."

I squirted some.  She clenched her butt cheeks when she felt
the cold oil hit them.  I watched it drip down into her
crack.

"How much do you want me to squirt on you?"

"Just a little bit more.  Try to make little squirts all
over my butt.  I'll tell you when it's enough."

I was squirting all over her butt, and yeah I was imagining
it was something else.  Then she reached back and spread her
cheeks, showing me her pink little pucker.

"Squirt some here."

I held the bottle above her, and just let out a drip at a
time aiming for that bull's-eye.  Every time I hit it, her
ass clenched.

"More."

Pretty soon, she was covered with it.  I watched it drip
down in and around her pussy.

"Now rub it in."

Her ass normally felt great, but it felt incredible with all
that oil all over it.  I massaged it and kissed it.  I even
started tonguing her crack, which is something I never did
before.  That little ass was driving me crazy.  I actually
started pushing my tongue up inside.

I did that for a long time and she was digging it, but I
couldn't get my tongue very far in.

"Use your finger."

I stuck the tip of my finger in her.  There was enough oil
all over her ass that I got her oiled up inside pretty
quick.  I was watching my finger go in and out of her ass
from an inch away while resting my face on her butt.

"Put your cock in me."

I was naked and had my cock head pushing against her asshole
in two seconds.  I oiled it up by rubbing it all over her
ass; then started pushing it in.  She was already pretty
oiled up from my finger, so I was able to get the head in
pretty easy.  I squirted a little more oil on, and worked
the shaft slowly in and out until I got over half my cock
inside.  At that point, I could tell that it would hurt if I
tried to get any more in.

I've never really liked butt fucking.  I wouldn't have to
take off a second mitten to count the number of times I've
done it.  Besides being messy sometimes, it always felt a
little gay.

Lying on top of Tiffany, moving my cock slowly in and out of
that tiny little ass, and smelling the herbal scent of her
still damp hair...  I didn't feel gay at all.

She stretched her arms over her head and tightly clutched a
pillow.  I loved those scrawny little arms.  I rubbed them
until I got to her hands, and then I held her little hands
in mine.

I took one of my hands away and got it under her body so
that I could massage her clit.  Her soft high-pitched moans
increased in volume.  I started kissing the side of her face
and nibbling her earlobe.  I noticed that my cock was most
of the way inside of her.

I had thought her pussy was tight, but every time I pulled
out and then slowly pushed back into her asshole, I was in
danger of coming.  I could tell Tiffany was digging it too.
My hand was oily from her pussy-juice as well as the baby
oil, and she was letting out short little grunts while she
bucked her hips up against me, forcing my cock the rest of
the way inside her.

My cock started spurting deep inside.  Tiffany stopped
moving when she felt it.  Then when my orgasm started
petering out, she started bucking her hips against me real
hard, milking every drop out of me.

I could have fallen asleep on top of her right then, but I
knew I'd probably crush her, so I got off and started
staggering towards the shower.

She called my name softly.

"Aaron."

I turned around.  She was resting on her elbows and had a
funny look on her face.  It was real sexy, but almost
scarily so on that young face.

"Did you like it?"

I looked over at that lean adolescent body with those long
legs and that incredibly nice round ass, and started getting
hard again.

"Yeah, I liked it.  The question is, did *you* like it?"

She looked dreamy-eyed.

"Oh, yeah.  I love having a man's cock up my butt."

She looked very serious.  It was almost comical seeing it on
that young face.

"Just as long as he knows what he's doing and goes slow."

She looked dreamy-eyed again.

"And you know what you're doing baby.  I loved feeling your
hot sperm filling me up.

She started rubbing the back of her hand against her back.

"I can still feel it against my spine."

"Well, I'm glad I didn't hurt you Tiffany."

I leaned over and kissed her before heading towards the
shower.

"Oh you hurt me all right."

I looked back, ready to say I was sorry, but Tiffany wasn't
finished.

"But it was a good hurt.  A hurt I like."

She smiled at me, and I tried to smile back.  To tell the
truth, I was almost as creeped out as I was turned on.
There was something weird about this whole session, but I
didn't really want to deal with it right then.  I had never
met a girl who was really into anal sex, but then again, I
wasn't really into it that much.  But with Tiffany, I could
get used to it real quick.

I kind of gestured towards the shower, and started walking
towards it.  I ran the water until it was hot and got in.
Tiffany got in with me, and grabbed the soap.

"I got you dirty.  I should be the one who cleans you up."

She rubbed the soap between her hands until they were soapy
and then started rubbing my cock.  It wasn't long before I
was all the way hard again.  When I was, she dropped to her
knees, which let the shower water rinse my cock off.  Then
she took me in her mouth and tenderly and lovingly started
giving me head.

To give you an idea how non-horny I was; I started thinking
about how high my water and gas bill were going to be.  But
Tiffany was the best little cocksucker you could imagine,
and soon I just leaned against the shower wall and enjoyed
it.

It probably took me ten minutes before I came.  Every other
girl I've ever been with got less enthusiastic the longer it
took.  Not Tiffany.  She just worked harder.

When I came, I think I literally sprained one of my balls.
The orgasm was intense, but I bet there wasn't half a
teaspoon of come.  It isn't good to run a pump until it's
dry, but Tiffany eased off when I started coming, just using
little flicks of her soft tongue between my spasms.

I slid to the floor of the shower, exhausted, while Tiffany
cleaned herself up.


CHAPTER 8

After we dried off, we cuddled up on the couch and watched
TV.  Whatever her trip had been, Tiffany now seemed like a
normal 12-year-old girl.  Well, at least a normal 12-year-
old *nymphomaniac* girl.

"I like making you come, Aaron.  You really appreciate it.
You haven't had a girlfriend in a while have you?"

"No Tiffany, I haven't."

"Am I a good girlfriend?"

I kissed her.

"You're the best girlfriend I ever had."

"Have I made you happy?"

"You've almost made me too happy.  I don't think my dick can
take any more happiness."

She giggled.

"I wasn't just talking about sex.  I was just wondering if a
boy would want me for a girlfriend."

I involuntarily made one of those noises you make when you
get asked a question too stupid for words.

"Any man or boy in the world that doesn't want you for a
girlfriend is a fucking idiot.  You're beautiful, you're
fun, you're sexy and you're sweet."

"So if I was a little bit older, would you want me to be
your girlfriend?"

"I want you to be my girlfriend now.  I kind of hope we
don't find your parents so that you can stay with me."

Tiffany looked crestfallen.

"But you're really going to try to find them aren't you?  I
mean, you're not going to try not to find them so that I
*do* stay with you?"

I kissed her again, this time on the forehead, and then
looked her in the eye.

"Tiffany, I really want you to be happy.  And I know you
won't be happy until we find your parents.  I'm going to do
everything I can to find them.  In fact, we'll probably find
them tomorrow."

She brightened up at that.  I couldn't believe how cute she
was when she "brightened up".  I could look at that face
forever.

"Really?  You really think so?"

"Yeah Tiffany, I really do."

What I didn't tell her was that if we *didn't* find them
tomorrow, that they had probably skipped and that the cops
would be the only ones who could find them.

I didn't want sex, but I had to kiss her.  Those soft little
lips.  That sweet little tongue.  My hand feeling that soft
face and those little ears.

Tiffany started grabbing my dick through my pants, but I
pulled her hand away and kissed her palm.  That soft little
hand.

We made out for a really long time.  I could tell Tiffany
was horny but even though I was hard, I was cringing at the
thought of any friction on my dick.  So I laid her down on
the couch, pulled off her shorts and started French kissing
her pussy.  She had given me a lot of pleasure orally, and I
was going to return the favor.

It was weird.  My lips and tongue felt like they were one
with her pussy, and I just wanted to make Tiffany come
forever.  I pretty much did.  She was moaning little girl
moans and squirming with that lithe little body, and I was
loving it almost as much as she was.  I think it was the
fact that her pussy was hairless.  I've had shaved pussies
before, but there's nothing worse than razor stubble on a
pussy.  Tiffany didn't have that problem.

I wanted to climb my whole body up inside her.  I wanted to
stay there.

"Put it inside me Aaron.  Please."

I lifted my head up.  Her eyes were pleading.  How could I
resist?

It had been twenty years since my cock had been so sore that
I didn't want to fuck, but I remembered back to how I had
done it way back then.

I slowly put my cock inside of Tiffany.  It actually stung a
little at first because my cock was so abraded, but once I
got it inside it felt real good.  Instead of moving it in
and out, I kept it inside and slowly rotated my hips to kind
of swirl it around inside of her.  She really liked it that
way.  I was deep inside of her, and she wrapped her little
legs around my back.  The funny thing about doing it that
way is that you can come really quickly, which is what I
wanted.

When I started coming, I just laid on top of her, buried up
to the hilt.  My poor cock did its best to fertilize her,
though I think there was only a couple of drops.  I'll bet
that if she was a year older, she would have gotten a tubal
pregnancy from it, because I was inside of her somewhere
that I don't think you're supposed to be.  But what the hell
do I know about anatomy anyway?

She got off on it though.  Wherever my cock was, it was
tickling an area that I hadn't tickled before.  I can't even
describe the little girl sounds she was making.  I've never
heard anything like it before, but I hope that I will again
some day.  Her orgasm coaxed another couple of drops out of
my cock, that's for sure.

After I kissed Tiffany and held her for awhile, I noticed
that it was almost 7:30; time for the great Sunday night FOX
lineup of "King of the Hill", "The Simpsons", and "Malcolm
in the Middle".  She wasn't a real big fan of "King of the
Hill", but the other two shows were her favorites.  We
cuddled up naked under a blanket watching TV, and life just
doesn't get any better than that.

She was also a big fan of "The X-Files", but I was usually
too drunk by 9:00 on a Sunday night to follow the plots.  I
noticed that I hadn't had a beer all night and got one.  The
show ain't too bad if you're sober.  Of course Tiffany got a
little scared by the show and was holding on to me tight, so
I *really* got a new appreciation for the show.  I
remembered back to my High School days when girls would want
to see scary movies at the drive-in just so they would have
an excuse to climb all over you, but Tiffany didn't need an
excuse; she was more comfortable with sex than any girl I've
ever met in my whole life.

I ended up carrying sweet naked Tiffany to my bed after she
fell asleep.  I was dreading what might happen the next day.


CHAPTER 9

I had the alarm set to go off real early, because I can't
get up without hitting the snooze button 4 or 5 times.
After it went off the second time, I was drifting back to
sleep when I felt something soft on my cock.  It was
Tiffany's mouth.  I hadn't had a morning blowjob in over 15
years.  Half dreaming while a hot soft mouth and tongue
massages you to orgasm; there's nothing like it.  I married
my first wife because she gave morning blowjobs, but she
didn't swallow and keep on sucking like Tiffany did.

Tiffany cuddled up with me for a minute before heading
towards the bathroom.  I lay there half-asleep just reliving
the experience until the snooze alarm went off again.  I
heard the shower water running and headed towards it.

I got in with her.

"You washed me yesterday.  Today it's my turn."

She seemed to like the idea.

"Mmm.  That sounds nice."

I dropped to my knees, soaped up my hands and started
washing her cute little feet.  My cock was still throbbing
with the memory of that blowjob, and washing her feet and
legs sure didn't make me any less horny.  Then I got to her
ass and pussy.  My mouth was slightly open, with my tongue
literally hanging out of my mouth.  I was still half-asleep,
but I never wanted to wake up.

When I got to the top half of her body, I stood up and held
her against me while I soaped up her back.  She started
kissing my chest.  My cock was pressed against her stomach,
and I could tell that pre-cum was practically flowing out of
my cock.  She was rubbing against me, but I turned her
around so that I could wash her front.  She tried to rub her
ass against my cock, but she was a lot shorter than me, so
all she could do was massage the bottom of my balls with the
top of her ass.  That, coupled with my hands washing her
firm little breasts was almost enough, but I knew this might
be the last time I was ever with her, so I was determined
not to come.

I washed her arms and hands, then turned her back around
towards me to wash her face.  I kissed her softly while I
washed her face, then I washed her hair with shampoo.  Only
young girls have hair like that.

"You go dry off and brush your teeth, and get back in bed.
I'll clean up and be there in a minute."

She giggled.

"Don't take too long or I might have to start without you."

I never wanted a girl more than I wanted her right then.

I cleaned myself up real good as fast as I could.  Tiffany
was lying on the bed naked, and when she saw me coming out
of the bathroom, she spread her adolescent legs.  Never was
there a more beautiful sight, but I had other ideas.

I moved down to the foot of the bed and took one of her feet
in both my hands, and started licking the sole of her foot.
It was tickling her, and she told me to stop, but I didn't.
I kept on until she finally stopped resisting, and then I
moved on to the other foot.

I was determined to lick and kiss every inch of her body.  I
sucked on each of her toes individually, and then moved to
her ankles and on up her legs.  By that time, she was into
it and squeaking with every touch of my tongue.

I purposely skipped her pussy.  I figured I'd save dessert
for last.  When I got to her face, we French kissed for 5 or
10 minutes.  She tried to get my cock inside her, but I held
out.

By the time I got to her pussy, there was already a wet spot
the size of a small grapefruit on the sheet.

I ran my tongue up around and inside her pussy and flicked
softly at her clit a few times, but Tiffany was getting
impatient.

"Stop teasing me Aaron.  I want to feel your big cock inside
me."

I made love to her slowly; kissing and caressing her the
whole time.  She shuddered with each slow stroke, and she
cried out when I finally came deep inside of her.  With each
of my spurts, her hands clutched at my back, and she moaned
softly.

I lay on top of her until my cock got limp, while she kissed
my neck.  When I got up, I noticed the wet spot had grown to
the size of a watermelon.  I also noticed that we were
running late.

"We gotta get going Tiffany."

"You wore me out, Aaron.  I don't think I can get up.  Could
you help me get dressed?"

She really did look exhausted.  She probably just needed
something to eat, but I dressed her while she lay on the bed
making little sounds of contentment.  For some reason,
putting on her clothes was almost as erotic as taking them
off, but we didn't have time for any more fooling around.


CHAPTER 10

I nuked a couple of frozen chorizo and egg breakfast
burritos.  That and some coffee woke Tiffany up.  I figured
it was time to level with her.

"Listen Tiffany; let me tell you what's going to happen.
Your parents are probably going to get busted by the cops,
maybe, maybe not.  But if they do get busted, your dad's
going to jail for the rest of his life..."

"The rest of his life?"

Tiffany looked stunned.

"Yeah, kid.  And your mom will probably do 10 to 20 years in
prison herself."

She looked like she was going to cry.

"Why?  What did they do?"

"They sold movies of themselves having sex with you."

Tiffany looked amazed, then confused.

"I'll admit that I'm a little bit mad that they put the
tapes on the Internet, but I don't want them to go to jail!"

"It doesn't matter what *you* want, Tiffany.  It's a crime
to have sex with you, and it will be for another 6 years.
The tapes are just the *proof* of the 'crime'".

"But I like sex."

"You're too young to like sex.  At least that's what they'll
tell you.  And let's be honest, did you like it at first?"

She paused to remember back.

"I...  It felt kind of weird at first, but I kind of liked
it, sometimes.  Then I really did start liking it, most of
the time.  It made my dad happy and it just became a fun
game, although sometimes I didn't want to.  But after a
while, I *really* started liking it."

I smiled at the dreamy look on her face when she said that
last part, because I knew damn well how much she liked it.
But I had to be tough.

"Let me tell you what else is going to happen to you.  After
your parents get caught, and they probably will be, you're
going to spend a lot of time talking to 'counselors' who
will tell you that the only reason you *think* you like sex
is because you've been brainwashed by your parents."

I thought back to how much I thought *I* liked sex when I
was twelve; jacking off five times a day thinking about
girls Tiffany's age.  But I hadn't been abused like she was.
Oh that's right, I *was* abused.  It was self-abuse.

Tiffany brought me back to the present.

"Is all of this really true?  Are my parents going to go to
jail for the rest of their lives?  It's not like they
murdered anyone."

"Kid, in a lot of people's minds, what they did was worse
than murder.  If they had *only* killed you, there would
have been a lot of people who would have looked for the
reason, the cause.  They'd be asking 'How is it that we as a
society have failed, and drove these parents to kill their
own child?'"

I had more or less heard these exact words about some cases
in the news.  At least Tiffany was still breathing.

"But because they had sex with you, your parents are the
most evil people on the planet."

She was shocked, and then looked desperate.

"Help them Aaron.  Please!  You're smart and you could hide
them like you hid me, and then..."

I cut her off.

"No dice, sweetheart.  If I get popped with them while
they're on the lam, they'll set me up as the fall-guy."

Tiffany looked confused.  I wish that I had rented some
Humphrey Bogart movies to watch with her.

"If I get caught helping your parents, they'll tell the cops
that I was the ringleader; that it was all my idea to make
those movies and have sex with you.  Then I'll be the one to
spend the rest of his life in prison."

Tiffany looked a little angry.

"My parents would never do a thing like that."

"People do a lot of things they'd never do, when they're
faced with spending the rest of their lives in prison.  Your
parents are on their own, Tiff."

She looked up at me like she was going to start begging, but
she saw that it wasn't going to work and just looked away,
about to cry.

"Listen Tiffany; let me tell you how to make things go
easier on yourself when you get 'counseled'.  They'll ask
you the same questions that I asked you.  But you've got to
tell the 'counselors' that you don't like sex and that you
never have."

She interrupted me.

"If I do that, won't they put my parents in jail for longer?
I have to tell them the truth.  I've got to explain to them
that I like sex so they won't put my parents in jail!"

"No kid, as far as your parents are concerned it doesn't
matter what you say.  If they get caught, it's all over for
them.  If you say you hated having sex with them, they'll go
to jail for the rest of their lives because they're evil for
having sex with you against your will.  But if you say you
loved having sex with them it will be worse, because then
your parents are even more evil; they've abused you so much
that you actually think you like sex.  Either way they're
going down.  The only thing you can do is try to save
yourself."

"I won't lie about my parents.  I love them."

"Suit yourself Tiffany.  Just remember that the sooner you
tell the 'counselors' what they want to hear, the less
you'll have to see them, okay?"

Tiffany nodded her head.

"At any rate, they're going to stick you in a foster home.
The people you're with might be real nice and you might want
to stay there, or they could be real assholes who just want
the money from the government and treat you like shit."

I paused, looking at Tiffany.  What I was about to say was
crazy, but I had to say it.

"Here's what I want to tell you Tiffany.  If you can't take
the way life's treating you, you give me a call and wherever
you are, I'll come get you.  You're special kid.  I..."

I couldn't finish.  I didn't know how to say what I wanted
to say.  It would have sounded stupid to tell a 12-year-old
girl that I had never been in love with a girl as much as I
was in love with her.  Especially since I had only known her
for less than 72 hours.

She got up, sat on my lap and hugged me.  I put my arms
around her and held her, and kissed the top of her head.  It
just felt so good holding her.

"Listen kid, we better get moving."


CHAPTER 11

I drive a '68 Cadillac Fleetwood.  It's so big that a family
of illegal aliens could sleep comfortably in it:  the
parents on the back seat, the grandparents on the front
seat, and four or five kids sleeping on the floor.  The
trunk is big enough that if I put a net up, you could play
basketball in it with room for fans.  Well, you probably
couldn't have a genuine NBA game in the trunk, but the car
is big.

I had Tiffany lie down on the front seat with her feet in my
lap and I covered her over with a blanket that matched the
color of the upholstery.  I showed her how to use the
plastic periscope I had, so that she would be able to tell
me whether or not any likely characters I saw were her
parents without her being seen.

Her school was over 10 miles away, in the ritzy part of
town.  I guess Tiffany got bored, because after a few
minutes she kicked off her shoes and ankle socks and started
rubbing her feet against my crotch.  I got hard quick.

"Why don't you let him out Aaron?"

What else could I do?  I've had girls rub their feet against
my crotch through my pants before, but this was the first
time that I ever actually had a foot job to completion.  Her
little feet were so soft against my bare cock, and it was a
bigger turn-on than the one time I got a blowjob while
driving on the freeway.  I squirted on my shirt and my
pants, but mostly on her feet, which she promptly wiped on
my shirt.  But I didn't care.

The politicians are talking about banning cell phones while
driving.  Let me tell you, cell phones aren't anywhere near
as distracting as getting a foot job from a barefoot 12-year-
old girl.  But I guess that's already banned.

We got to her school a minute after I came.  I drove in and
out of side streets so it wouldn't look like I was cruising.
It also gave me a chance to check for cops, but I figured
that since Tiffany hadn't gone back to school after the
attempted bust, the cops probably wouldn't be looking for
her or her parents anywhere near the school.

Then I spotted him.  He was in a van looking out the window
through binoculars.  He was wearing sunglasses and a floppy
hat, with a bushy mustache that was obviously fake.  Any cop
that happened to see him would have stopped to question him
because he might as well have had "CHILD MOLESTER" painted
on the van.

That stupid son-of-a-bitch!  He was too stupid to realize
that right after the cops raided his house they would have
gone to Tiffany's school to see if she was there.  The only
reason he was going to be reunited with his daughter was
because she was sharp enough not to go back to school, and
he was stupid enough to think that the cops wouldn't grab
her if she did.  I wanted to strangle the fucking bastard.

For a moment, I thought about driving on home and telling
Tiffany that I didn't see anyone around.  But I knew that
I'd never be able to look her in the eye if I did that.

I parked a block away and told Tiffany that I thought I
spotted her father.  She tried to look through the
periscope, but we were a little too far away for her to see
anything.

"He's in a van down the block wearing a disguise.  You go
walk over past the van and give a quick glance at him.  If
he doesn't recognize you, or you don't think it's him, you
run into the school and go out the back way."

I had Tiffany put on a cheap brunette wig I had picked up
for her, and she was out of the car like a shot before I
even had a chance to say goodbye.

"Don't run!  Walk slowly and look casual."

For the half a minute it took for her to get to the van, I
was hoping that my instincts were wrong.  Maybe the guy in
the van was just a random pervert after all.  I mean, who
could blame him, there were some pretty hot chicks on the
playground.  And I would have done my best but failed, and
Tiffany could live with me and...

She got near the van and the guy got out.  She stopped
walking for a moment.  He said something to her, she ran to
him, and they hugged.  I started up my car.  Somehow, I had
figured that if I had to say goodbye to Tiffany, it would
play out something like the end of Casablanca.  But what the
hell do you expect from a 12-year-old girl?

I put the Cadillac into Drive and started making a U-turn to
head back home.  It was going to be a long day.

When I stopped the car to put it in reverse (they don't make
the streets wide enough for my Caddy anymore), I heard
footsteps running towards me.  I looked around just as
Tiffany reached my window.

"Weren't you going to let me say goodbye Aaron?"

I was too choked up to speak.  I just looked into her
beautiful green eyes, and tried to hold back my tears.

"Thanks for everything Aaron.  You're a great boyfriend, and
I remember what you said.  If life doesn't treat me the way
I want, I *will* give you a call.  You did mean it, didn't
you?"

I nodded my head.

"I'm glad you were my first boyfriend and my first...  Well
you know."

I started to nod my head again, but she kissed me.  I ran my
fingers through her long blonde hair.  I wanted to make love
to her right there, with my car blocking off the street; I
didn't care.

"I have to go Aaron...  I'll always love you.  You remember
that."

"I'll always love you too Tiffany."

She turned and started running back towards the van.  I
watched that beautiful young girl run out of my life, maybe
forever.  But she looked so happy that I felt happy, until
the van pulled away and disappeared down the street.

I stopped off at the supermarket and bought a fifth of the
cheapest whiskey they had.  I was going to need it.


CODA

I still have the movies of Tiffany that I downloaded off the
Internet.  The only reason I watch them is to see her face
when she smiles.  I know the exact spots.  The movies were
shot with a crappy camcorder, so you can't really see how
incredibly green her eyes are, but Tiffany's smile would
shine through in an X-ray.  Every time I see her laugh and
smile, I smile too, but it also makes me sad.

The one bill I always pay is my phone bill.  If there's any
money left over I pay the rest.  Every time the phone rings,
I pray that it's Tiffany.  So far, it hasn't been, but
there's always that next call...


The End

If you like this story and would like to see me write more,
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