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Subject: {ASSM} Heidi_j   {C.Dodgson} (Mg10;o,v;rom) 
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   Heidi_j (Mg10;o,v;rom) [C.Dodgson]

   I was nine years old when the Jordans moved next door to us.  The woman
was pregnant and had a baby girl a month later.  I was an only child so I
was fascinated by Heidi.  She was good natured and didn't cry nearly as
much as most babies I had seen.  They used to come over to visit and swim
in our pool quite often.  Since they usually ignored Heidi, I had the
chance to play with her.  I couldn't understand why her parents seemed so
interested in themselves and so disinterested in their daughter.

   I know it sounds strange for a ten year old boy to be playing with a one
year old, but I enjoyed watching her learn and teaching her words or how to
roll a ball.  There were no other kids close to my age in my neighborhood,
so I spent my free time teaching Heidi all sorts of things.  I taught her
to swim when she was four, taught her to read, started her on the Spanish I
was learning in middle school while she was in pre-school, and later how to
ride a bike and roller blade, how to read music, and even how to play the
piano.

   She was bright, beautiful, and I loved her in an odd way, sort of like a
sister, sort of like a daughter, and sort of like a lovely girl.  I think
her parents were delighted to have someone to keep the child occupied and
out of their way.  We spent more and more time together as I helped her
with her schoolwork, listened to her stories about the other kids at her
school, and advised her on how to relate to them constructively but
assertively.  She got straight "A"s in her advanced placement classes, was
extremely popular and talented.  When her parents divorced I was her
support.  Her mother went through two more husbands after Heidi's dad, Mr.
Jordan, left, and neither of them paid any attention to her.

   Since high school was no challenge to me, I also did very well while
still spending much time mentoring Heidi and maintaining a moderately
active social life.  I was seldom between girlfriends.  Fortunately, I
could live at home while I attended a local university.  I was nineteen and
had just finished my second year when she dropped over one morning. 
Although it was summer vacation and quite warm, I had been studying for a
fall class at my desk in my bedroom so Heidi sat on my bed.

   "Steven, you've taught me just about everything I know, so now I need
you to teach me something else."

   "OK, if I can," I said innocently.

   "Good.  I want to know all about how to have sex."

   I'm sure my jaw actually dropped open.  "Your parents haven't told you
about how babies are born and that kind of stuff?" I asked.

   "Oh, sure.  They gave me the basics, and I read the rest from some books
they bought me.  I know all that.  What I want to do now is learn how to
actually do it.  Five girls in my class and three or four boys have already
done it.  I could do it with one of the boys, but I want someone who really
knows what he's doing to teach me.  I'm pretty sure you've had quite a bit
of sex with your girlfriends, and besides, I love you so I know you would
go slow and not hurt me.  Another thing is that the boys would brag about
it, and I wouldn't like that."

   "Good Lord, Heidi.  You're only in the fifth grade and you're a year
ahead of where you normally would be at your age.  You should wait until
you graduate from high school."

   "Why?  How old were you when you started, and how old were the girls you
did it with?" I had a problem because I was seduced by a fourteen year old
when I was twelve and started having sex with another twelve year old a
month after that.  My girlfriends were usually my age or a year or two
younger and we always had sex.  I didn't want to tell Heidi that.

   "It doesn't matter what other people do; you should make your own
decisions and not just do things because others do them."

   "I HAVE made my own decision, and it's to learn how to have sex."

   "Look, these kinds of relationships can be very emotional and powerful.
You can get hurt quite easily.  It's better if you wait until you can
handle these things more maturely."

   "My mother, my father and my stepfathers are grown up and they certainly
haven't handled it maturely."

   "OK, I can teach you everything I know about relationships so you will
be more capable when you finally do have sex.  How does that sound?"

   "Dumb.  You taught me how to ride a bike and how to swim and how to play
the piano.  What if you just gave me lectures?  I might know a lot, but I
still wouldn't know how to ride a bike, swim or play the piano."

   "Heidi, adults just don't or shouldn't have sex with kids, period."

   "You held me to keep me from falling when you showed me how to ride a
bicycle.  You sat next to me and showed me how to hold my fingers at the
piano.  You held me up when you taught me to swim.  You held my legs, my
rear end, my back, my stomach and even my chest.  Was there anything wrong
with doing that?  What's the difference?"

   "First, there are the strong emotions, second, giving the child that
much sexual stimulation could make the child overvalue sex, and third, the
adult would be getting a great deal of pleasure from the child.  That's
exploitation."

   "Steven, you've always given me a lot more love and attention than my
parents ever have.  I've had strong emotions about you every time you teach
me something new.  You do it with so much love and understanding that I
can't help but love you already.  From what I've seen on TV and being
around people, adults overvalue sex a lot, too.  Maybe if they started
younger they'd be more used to it and be able to handle it better.  What
was the third?  Oh yeah, you'd get a lot of pleasure from having sex with
me.  Well, you certainly seemed to enjoy yourself when you taught me other
stuff and I caught on."

   "OK, there are many similarities between sex and most other activities,
but it's just not done between adults and children."

   "Well, if you won't do it, I'll have to take my second choice; the older
brother of a girlfriend of mine.  He's seventeen and really willing."

   "Damn it, Heidi.  Haven't you been listening?  It's not just me.  It's
something you shouldn't do."

   "Yes, I've been listening, Steve.  You taught me to think carefully and
critically and make my own decisions.  Your arguments are mostly emotional
and by authority.  You haven't given any convincing reasons.  I have
decided I am going to do it.  The only question is with whom.  I really
wanted it to be you, but if you don't love me enough. . ." She began to
leak a few tears.

   "Wait a minute.  Who's talking about an emotional appeal?  'If I don't
love you enough', then a bit of crying.  Who's kidding whom, to mimic your
correct usage?"

   Heidi laughed, "Well, it was worth a try, but I really am going to do
it. I can't think of anyone I would rather make love with because I really
love you, Steven, but that's OK."

   I looked at her and realized that although she had laughed, the tears
were still there.  I moved over beside her, held her and gave her a kiss on
her forehead.  She suddenly raised her head, lifted her body a bit and
kissed me passionately on the lips.  The quick twinge of arousal surprised
and bothered me.  "It isn't that I don't want to have sex with you. 
Rather, it's that you can be hurt by getting into a sexual relationship
with anyone, as young as you are.  What's wrong with waiting a few more
years?"

   "You told me that there was a great advantage to learning to play the
piano or of learning a foreign language very young because it becomes much
more natural.  I hear your arguments against early sex, but I think they're
wrong.  The later I learn about doing it, the less comfortable or natural
it will be.  And, if you're so afraid I'll get hurt, let me ask you a
question.  Do you think you would hurt me more or less than some other guy
I don't know as well but choose because you won't do it?"

   "I don't think that's the point. . ."

   "That's exactly the point.  You say I'll be hurt.  I say I'm going to do
it anyway.  So I'm asking you who would hurt me the least.  Can I expect
someone else to care for me the way you do?  Can I expect them to be as
gentle as you would be?  Can I expect them to take the time to really teach
me rather than just pleasing themselves?"

   A sexual relationship with Heidi had never even occurred to me, but now
that she was pressing for it, I realized that she was beautiful and
certainly attractive to me.  For the first time, I was looking at her as a
potential sexual partner rather than a pseudo- younger sister.  " I
wouldn't want to get you pregnant," I said weakly.

   "Oh come on.  I'm sure you know all about safe sex and contraception. 
Besides, I don't have any hair there or breast development, and I haven't
even come close to having a period.  Ninety-five to one hundred and five
pounds is supposed to be the magic number for periods, and fertility
usually doesn't occur for a year and a half to two years after that.  I
only weigh seventy-five pounds so I'm sure pregnancy is not a problem.  How
about if you just show me how to kiss and make love without having sex? 
Then we could talk about that later."

   This sounded like a good compromise to me.  In reality, it was
unbelievably stupid.  I was obviously more affected than I thought I was,
so I wasn't thinking clearly.  By the time we kissed and petted each other
for a while I would be so aroused that I wouldn't have the slightest
ability to stop moving forward, and she had guessed that.

   "OK, but that's ALL we're going to do." I began to kiss her tenderly,
taking frequent breaks to explain how and where to kiss and how to
progress. As I moved down to her neck, she efficiently unbuttoned her
blouse and slipped it off.  It was an easy progression to continue down to
her flat little chest and tiny nipples.  She lay back on the bed, and by
the time I got to her stomach, I really wanted to go lower.  She raised her
hips, hooked her thumbs under her shorts and panties and pushed them down.
In only a moment she got them past her knees, lifted one foot and slid them
off.

   I moved across her lower abdomen to her smooth little slit, and at the
moment my mouth contacted her warm, pink, hairless vulva, I thought, "What
the hell are you doing?" I would have pulled away, but the feeling of my
lips on her smooth skin felt so wonderful and different from any other girl
I had sex with, I couldn't bring myself to stop.  I rationalized that I
would just do it for a moment.  Normally, I would stimulate the girl almost
to the point of orgasm, back off, and repeat it until we could connect
genitally.  Now I just kept licking and caressing her beautiful little
clitoris and slit.  My tongue searched out her opening and probed into it.

   Suddenly, Heidi was in the midst of a powerful orgasm.  As soon as she
seemed to have completed it, I came to my senses just a bit and pulled
away. As I stood up, she sat up on the bed and yanked my shorts down.  She
pulled hard enough that they went over the obstruction of my hard erection
which flipped straight down, then right back up.  She grabbed my penis,
pulled herself forward, and arched up so she could rub the head of it along
her slippery little groove.  Now I was almost completely lost.

   I thought, "I'll only go in a half-inch," but that wasn't to be. 
Without any pause I penetrated all the way inside her very snug and very
hot little vagina.  None of my prior sexual experience prepared me for the
feelings Heidi was giving me.  Other than being smaller than the other
girls I had been with, I don't think she was anatomically any different,
but loving her as much as I did may have made the difference.  I leaned
forward over her, propped myself up on an elbow, swivelled onto the bed and
began to take long slow strokes, all the way in, then all the way out,
savoring the feel of her tiny hairless opening caressing my penis.  All the
while, I was whispering how much I loved her and describing her beauty and
general exquisiteness, although I was hardly conscious of what I was
saying. It just poured out of hidden parts of my mind.

   As I was ready to ejaculate, I worried, for a moment, whether she had or
could climax again.  Then I began to pump semen deep inside her ten year
old tiny vagina.  I was completely drained, but my erection didn't show the
slightest sign of abating.  I stayed inside her as I slowly returned to
sanity.

   She said, "Wow, now that's what I call an orgasm.  I thought what you
did orally was fantastic, but nothing could compare with feeling you inside
me.  I didn't think I could love you more, Steven, but I do.  I foresee
that I'm going to be a slow learner as far as sex is concerned.  I'm going
to need lessons at least once a day for the next eight or ten years." As
she talked, the head and shaft of my penis began tingling.  I had to start
moving again.  This time I was a little more aware of her orgasm as we
repeated everything.

   Three hours later, after the fifth repetition without separating, I
collapsed and rolled over.  "My god, I'm a pedophile.  I just fucked a ten
year old and never want to stop."

   "No, we're in love and I never want you to stop.  Since you're only
nineteen, I don't think I could be called a gerontophile, but labels don't
really work unless you examine the situation.  If it were just our ages
that were important, then those words would fit, but our age difference was
only germane to the teacher-student part of the relationship."

   "Where the hell did you come up with that word?"

   "Which one?"

   "Both."

   "When I was reading one of my parents' sex books I saw a description of
pedophilia, and I already knew that I wanted you to teach me, so I wondered
what that would make me.  I recalled a program on public television that
talked about doctors who work with aging and old people and are called
gerontologists so I made up that word and I've been waiting quite a while
to use it.  As you suggested a few years ago, I always read about ten new
words on the same page when I look up something in the dictionary.  I saw
'germane' when I was looking to see if 'gerontophile' was a real word, and
I liked it."

   "Another question.  Where was your hymen, and why didn't my first
penetrations hurt you?"

   "It seemed stupid to ruin my first sexual contact with pain, so I broke
it using a cleaned carrot.  Then I kept putting larger and larger carrots
inside me for a few hours at a time, until I could insert one I figured to
be close to average adult male size without hurting myself.  I think we
should get up and have lunch so we can continue my lessons for a while
before our parents get home."

   As Heidi had predicted, our lessons continued on just about a daily
basis, but rather than the teacher moving into new areas, she told me when
she wanted to learn the best ways of doing fellatio, then later about anal.
In between times we tried just about every position two flexible, young
human bodies could achieve.  She ordered a catalog on the Internet and we
tried almost every sex toy that was available.

   Graduate school didn't slow us down, but when I got my PhD, I was
offered a job at a very good university out of the area.  I planned to turn
it down, but we discussed it and Heidi said, "I think that's great.  You
can be an instructor there, and I'm about ready to graduate from high
school, so I'll apply there and I'll have to move.  However, instead of
living in a dorm, we can live together."

   It didn't go quite as smoothly as Heidi envisioned, but we did end up
living together when she turned seventeen.  We got married as soon as she
turned eighteen, but waited until she also had a PhD before we had any
children.

   We've been quite honest with our kids, and explained that our situation
was unusual.  We would not object to them deciding to learn about sex at a
young age, and to do so with an older person, but they should be very
careful to qualify the person thoroughly.  The damned kids are just as
logical and precocious as their mother was because, by the time the older
boy was eleven and the older girl was nine they came to us and said, "We've
decided that we are ready to learn about sex, and we've both looked for
mentors.  We've come up with two who we feel would be as caring and
competent as you told us to find."

   Although I had said all the right things, I was still a bit concerned
about whether they could make an informed choice, and whether the people
wouldn't exploit them.  Since most of our friends were other instructors at
the university and some graduate students, I was curious.  "OK, who is it?"

   "You, mom and dad.  You fit all the parameters you defined, and we love
you both, so you would be ideal as teachers."

   After much discussion among the four of us and between Heidi and me, we
reached a decision.  Now, to pedophilia and gerontophilia, we can add
incest.

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