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Subject: {ASSM} Skater Girl (pedo, Mf)
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     Title    : Skater Girl

     Author   : MeatBot

     Keywords : pedo, Mf

     Date     : 20150613

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     A man seduces a young girl he meets at a waterpark. pedo, Mf

     Disclaimer :

Copyright by the author. Permission is granted to archive, repost, or
publish in no-cost or low-cost archives, periodicals, anthologies of this
type of material if unaltered and attributed to the author. This is a work
of fiction. The author does not condone any sexual activity among persons
under 16 in real life.

This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to reality is accidental and
would be damn surprising. Be warned that this story may involve explicit
descriptions of sexual activities, including some defined under law as
"Weird Shit". Do not read this story if you believe that fictional
characters should not have fictional sex, or if you are less than the age
of consent in your social or legal group, or if you live under a
repressive, totalitarian regime in an out-of-the-way place such as the USA.
If you like it, I did it. If you hate it, I didn't. If it offends you, it
was a misprint. If you want to sue me, I don't exist. Sue the internet
instead. Nobody's twisting your arm. Leave if you don't like crap like
this. These are just words, people. Just words.

Be warned, this is a goofy, infantile, poorly written, disgusting and
depraved story with bad punctuation, bad grammar, and lots of misspelled
words. I am not an English major. Deal with it. This story is all made up,
though, as I've said in the past, all stories, even stupid made-up internet
stories, have seeds of truth in them. It's up to you to decide what is
what. And, if you don't like it, stop and go read something else. Don't
bitch at me. You have been warned.

This story is graded <TAME> compared to some of the shit I've read in this
group.

This story is what happens when you have too much free time at work.


                              --==+==--


It was the summer of '04. I was working nights, crappy job and crappy
hours, but it was a job, something not a lot of people in this area had.
Because of my hours and my single status I was available afternoons and
evening to watch my grand-daughter. I usually did that every day, sometimes
for just a few hours, sometimes all day. She was only two and a half, the
high-maintenance age, but we got along good. In other words I did
everything she wanted, and things went fine.

I had gotten in the habit of taking her a few blocks down the street to a
local park, where they had a splash pad for the kids. As spring turned into
summer she got more and more used to the sun, and, finally she was a nice
golden brown. We could stay there for hours without her burning.

I first saw the girl there. I thought little of her, there was a hundred
little girls running around the place, at times. I say I thought little of
her... well, I did notice her and like her, but she didn't really stand
out, from the dozens of other cute young girls. She was attractive, and
cute, but she didn't really stand out, at first.

Okay, let's stop here, and talk about me. I'm a fairly normal, ordinary
dude, on the surface. I work in a machine shop, a rough and dirty place,
with rough and dirty people. I am able to put that behind, me, though and
be fairly normal, away from the job. I'm not really an outdoors man, but I
know my way around the woods. I like guns more than most liberals would be
comfortable with, and also know my way around the second amendment. All in
all, I'm a fairly nice guy, and a good neighbor. I do, however, harbor a
few dark secrets, as I'm sure most of us do.

Maybe you look at porn, on your home PC. Maybe you like whips and chains.
Maybe you like pictures of Japanese chicks shitting on each other. Maybe
you like Japanese chicks to shit on you. It takes all kinds. Well, it
doesn't take all kinds, but there are all kinds. There's even a few kinds
like me.

I'll be honest. I like little girls. Not too little, and not too close to
home. My grand-daughter has never been in any danger from me, don't worry.
My target age is probably a few years before puberty, to a few years after.
I like older teens, too. And I do like some big girls, I've had girlfriends
over the years, and I can get it up for them with no problem. But,
secretly, deep inside, I like little girls.

It had taken me years to realize this about myself, and properly confront
it. I never knew, until when roughly at age twenty I took a trip outside
the country, and met... a little girl. In a country where that kind of
thing is common, I met a preteen hooker, and tasted of her sweetness for
several glorious days. It awoke in me a soul-searing yearning, a hunger
which over the years I had grown used to denying. I know the difference
between right and wrong. I don't always do it, but I know it. I spent years
looking, but not touching. The can of worms that is my brain squirmed and
writhed, but I had no desire to be somebody's sweetheart, in the big house.
I'm in my mid forties, now, and I know what happens to old farts, in the
pen.

But. One finally got in, completely under the radar, and right under my
skin. This is her story, although it has to be told from my point of view.


                              --==+==--


Like I said, the girl was not exactly a stranger. I'd seen her off and on,
for several weeks. She kind of stood out in my memory because she usually
showed up on a pair of roller skates, wearing a little two-piece and
carrying a towel around her neck. She was right on that borderline, that
last summer of semi-innocent childhood, before she became a certified
member of the breeding class. Noticed her? Hell yeah, I noticed her, she
was right in the middle of what I still think of as my "target age." She
was so perfect it almost hurt, I watched her more than once, as she played
with the younger kids, still trying to fit in with them, still more little
girl than big. She was sleek and slim, not an ounce of fat was on her body,
and the muscles and sinews and tendons stood out beneath her skin. Once she
stood in front of me for several minutes, as I watched my grand-daughter. I
salivated at the sight of her little butt, only half covered by the partial
thong bottom she wore. You could literally see the bundles of muscle
beneath the skin of her ass, it was incredible. All I could think of was
burying my face and tongue in that hard, sweet little rump. Girls like her
almost caused me physical pain, at times.

Anyway. One day we showed up, noonish, after stopping to get some burgers
on the way. She was there, skater girl, as I thought of her, and twenty or
thirty other kids, seeking relief from the oppressive dry summer heat. I
got my grand-daughter's burger out of the sack, and she promptly turned up
her nose at it and ran off for the splash pad. I sat, eating slowly and
watching the pre-teen madness before me, occasionally spotting her.

"Hi," a small voice said, and I looked up. To my joy, it was skater girl.
Just saying hi to these sweet young things made my day. I was glad she'd
stopped, and spoken up, if only to say hi.

"Hi!" I said, racking my brain for a way to keep her talking, just for a
moment. I looked at her, I felt like it was okay to stare because she was
talking to me, after all. I just hoped she'd keep on talking. She was as
beautiful as ever today, slim and tight, her body still dripping water. Her
breasts were forming, I thought, I could see two soft mounds swelling
beneath her suit, with two pointed indentions in the cloth where her hard
little nipples were.

"Where's your girl?" she said, and I motioned "out there" to her. She
nodded.

She shyly indicated the cheeseburger and fries that my grand-daughter had
spurned.

"You gonna..." she said shyly, "you gonna throw that away?"

In a flash, I realized the girl was probably hungry. I guessed she'd been
here since morning, with nothing to eat.

"Unless you want it," I said, nodding. She accepted gracefully, if somewhat
embarrasedly, and sat daintily. She looked over at me one more time. I
nodded again, and she proceeded to wolf down the burger in a style that
would make a wolverine proud. She hoovered up the fries just as
voraciously.

She looked up, and probably noticed the expression on my face.

"I din't have no breffast..." she said apologetically, holding a napkin
over her mouth, "and nothin' for dinner last night. My dad don't get paid
'til Friday."

Sweet jeezus, I thought, just let your kid starve, then. I was a bit pissed
at the man, knowing nothing more about him than that. I would have robbed a
bank for this girl, if I had to. Anything to keep her from having to beg
for food at the waterpark. What the hell was she going to do for the next
two days?

She finished about this time, and thanked me, somewhat formally, and I told
her sure, any time. She continued to sit, and I searched my mind, once
again, for subjects to talk to her about.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" I finally said, and she looked at me,
smiling.

"Lilibeth," she said, and I nodded, repeating it over and over to myself,
hoping I could remember it tomorrow.

"You go to Jarvis?" I asked, getting warmed up.

"Yeah!" she said, "how'd you know that?"

"Just a lucky guess," I said. "I know you're fairly close to home, I see
you on skates every day."

"Yeah, that's me," she said, seeming to be impressed with my detective
skills.

I laughed. "Before I knew your name, I called you skater girl in my head,"
I admitted, and she giggled.

"Why'd you have to have a name for me if you didn't know me?" she asked,
reasonably.

I went out on a limb then, but I wanted her to know I liked her, though I
was unsure where I intended on going with it.

"I just like you, darlin'," I said, "I like pretty girls, and you're the
prettiest."

She snorted, self-deprecatingly, and gathered up the trash, mine included,
going to throw it away. She returned, to my great pleasure, and sat as she
had when she ate. I had finished, of course, saving part of my burger in
case my grand-daughter decided later she was hungry. Lilibeth, or Lili as I
already thought of her as, seemed eager to talk, and I was pleased.

There passed a few delightful minutes of talk about school and girlfriends
and things going on in her neighborhood. She was a pleasure to listen to,
and even more so to watch. Watch her I did, I consumed her with my eyes,
although occasionally I did look away and try and spot my kid out there
somewhere on the splash pad.

"Hey," she said, "wanna see my tattoo?"

I was the one to snort, then. A tattoo? For real? On a kid this age? Hell
yeah, I wanted to see it, and I wanted to kick the ass of whoever let her
get it. And the money-hungry bastard that had inked it.

She stood and approached my side of the table, and reached up, yanking the
left side of her bikini top down. Sure enough, she had a nice skull with
fangs tattooed right there, above her nipple. Gawd... my throat went dry
and my penis woke up with an almost audible snap. Nipple... what a lovely
little nipple I saw, just an inch below the tattoo... what an incredible,
puffy, fat, pink little nipple she had. I almost gasped for breath, hell, I
almost swallowed my tongue. I had presence of mind enough to notice some
blurs and stains on the tattoo, also.

"That's... that's... very cool," I finally said, lamely, as she let her top
cover her beautiful self back up. I felt almost a reverence, like I'd been
shown a glimpse of the face of god or something. That soft little mound...
and that nipple... this would give me wank material for months if not
years...

"Actually, I did it, with a Sharpie," she giggled, going back to her side
of the table. I breathed a sigh of relief, but I was impressed. The girl
had a career, if she wanted it... it was a damn good tattoo, it would have
looked great on an of-age biker girl. Damn, or even a skater girl.

"How the heck did you do it?" I asked. I wanted her to know I was impressed.

"In the mirror. It was hard 'cos my hand kept tryin' to go the other way,"
she explained.

"That was a good one, Lil... a damn... pardon me, a darn good one..." I
said, and she giggled some more.

"I wanna do one on my back but it's impossible," she said, and we giggled
some more. In my mind, I saw her, topless, in front of the bathroom mirror,
her lips tight as she concentrated on drawing, her beautiful little hard
nipples... just being beautiful. I already hated the lucky bastard that
would someday get to take those nipples in his mouth.

"You should consider being an artist," I said, "that was very good. Very
well drawn."

She smiled and preened. I wasn't lying just to sweet talk her, it was good.
We sat a few moments in silence, and watched the kids.

"How late you stayin' today?" she asked, and I shrugged. "Just 'til the
girl's had enough, I guess," I said, and she nodded. I was already making
plans for later this afternoon, if we were still around, and they involved
her. Innocently, at this stage.

She finally arose, and thanked me again for her lunch. I watched her walk
back onto the splash pad, admiring the bounce of her insanely sexy little
ass. She was incredible. Girls that age are just... incredible. And they
seem to have no idea.

We stayed until almost four, way too late, probably, but the girl was
having fun. I saw Lilibeth playing with her more than once, they even went
to the swings for a while, and the older girl pushed her, patiently. She
was good with my grand-daughter, I could tell, girls that age are sweet and
gentle and patient, all those good things. She seemed to be, at least.

Too say, at this point, that I was in love with her is silly and immature.
But I was. I would have been in love with any girl that looked like her and
acted like her and was as sweet as her. But I genuinely loved the girl,
which... I admit, isn't that big a deal, I fall in love easily. What a
sweet girl she was, though, and I felt for her. Just the things she'd said,
and her condition, today, showed me her family life probably lacked a bit
in quality substance. I had that nagging thought, again... I could do
better than that. Give me a chance, I could do better. The unfairness of
life is brutal and shocking, at times.

I finally rounded up my grand-daughter, dried her off, and looked for
Lilibeth. I found her on a bench, lacing her skates up.

"Hey girl," I said, "you goin' home?"

"I guess so," she said, "won't be nobody there, but that's okay..."

"Listen," I said, "we're gonna go to Micky D's, before we go home. Why
don't you come with us, you can skate there or ride with us. It's not that
far. Let me buy you some dinner before you go home."

She was genuinely embarrassed at that. Her face turned red through her tan,
and she looked down. Finally she met my gaze.

"Mr..." she said, suddenly getting blank look on her face as she realized
she didn't even know my name.

"Don," I said, "just call me don."

"Mr. Don, you don't have to do that. I din't mean nothin', earlier. And my
brother got a box of cereal he hid away, for when this happens."

"No, really," I said, "It's no big deal. I'd love to have you. You are
sweet and lovely, and you seem to get along good with the girl. Please!"

It took a little convincing, but finally she agreed, still embarrassed.


                              --==+==--


I had given her the option of skating, because I wasn't sure if she would
be willing to climb in a car with strangers, but she seemed to have no
problem doing just that. Off we drove, and two blocks later turned into the
restaurant. I bought her a Big Mac and fries, and once again she wolfed it
down. The last I saw of her that day was her turning and waving as she
skated away.

The next day we returned, and I brought an extra burger for the girl, just
in case. She was there when we arrived, and soon came over. She was
embarrassed yet again, but accepted the food graciously, and ate with us.
She was wearing a blue one-piece today, with a full seat, and her little
bottom filled it up nicely. Her nipples were hard all the time, as usual,
and poked out wonderfully. I had gotten used to a comfortable half-hardon
just being in her presence, and today was no exception. She looked fine
today, with her smooth flawless tanned skin, and beautiful long dark hair
blowing in the breeze. She looked like a commercial or something, she was
so perfect. I yearned just to touch her, just for a brief instant of
contact. I loved her madly.

We sat and talked, and then she got up and played, and then returned. She
did that half a dozen times, and I treasured my moments with her. She
started sitting on my side of the table, so she could see the splash pad
also, and I loved the closeness to her. It sounds silly, but just the
occasional brushes of her arm against me were enough to almost get me off.
I could smell her, she was so close. She smelled like youth, and summer,
mixed in with a generous dose of girl. She smelled wonderful.

"Lil..." I said, curious. "Did you tell your parents I bought you dinner
last night?"

She hunched down slightly, and when she glanced at me, she wasn't smiling.

"I don't tell them shit," she said, surprising me with her language. "They
don't care. They don't need to know nothin' 'bout me."

"I see..." I said, relieved, but feeling even more sorry for her.

"He ain't my real dad," she said, "he's just my mom's boyfriend. He been to
jail, once, for hittin' her. And he been to jail for other stuff... for
doin' stuff to girls, when they didn't want it."

"Damn, Lil," I said. "I'm sorry, darlin'..."

"Awww, it's alright. My mom done told him..." she looked around, and then
leaned close, her voice conspiratorial. "She told him she'd cut his dick
off, if he messed around with me."

"Jeezus," I said, my heart going out to her. What a way to live, with a
fucking borderline rapist, it sounded like. But... was I really any better,
the things I wanted to do with her?

"Lili... darlin'," I said. I kicked myself for being a hypocrite, but I
wanted her to feel safe. "Remember that. If he ever does, be sure and say
something. Not just to your mom, but to teachers and principals and
everyone. You should feel safe in your own home, darlin'..."

"I know, I know," she said, taking a sip of her drink. "He leaves me alone.
He works so much we don't hardly see him, 'cept on Saturday and Sunday."

"I'm sorry, girl..." I said. Damn, I thought, her mom would cut my dick off
if she knew what I thought at times, when I looked at this girl. But I
would never do anything against her wishes... and yes, I know what informed
consent means. But I could never hurt a child.


                              --==+==--


We went and ate tacos that evening, and she headed off home. I found myself
worrying about her when I was home that night, and kicked myself mentally
for it. Don't invest a lot in this girl, I thought, you might only see her
a few more times. Feel sorry for her, but don't get wrapped up in her.
She's just somebody else's kid. Somebody that lives relatively close to
you, even.

The next day my daughter was off, and I didn't have my grand-daughter. I
got restless, about noon, wondering about Lili, if she was okay, and if
she'd finally got enough to eat. Finally, feeling foolish, I got in my car,
and drove to the park. I walked through the crowd of moms, feeling a little
like a stalker.

At last I saw her, and moments later she saw me. She left the water, and
came right to me, dripping, her face shining, looking like something out of
a dream. A wet dream, I thought.

"Where's...?" she said, looking around.

I was embarrassed, now that I had her attention. "She's with her mom
today..." I said, "I just wanted... I just wanted to make sure you were
okay..."

She smiled and looked down. "Yeah," she said. "Yeah, I'm okay."

"Wanna do lunch?" I asked, and she smiled at me again.

"Just me and you?" she asked, and I nodded.

"Sure..." she said, "if you don't mind..."

"Hell no," I said. "I'd love it."

"Can I go home and change?" she asked. I nodded.

"Is anyone there?" I asked.

"Naw, not 'til this evenin'," she said.

"I'll drive you home, darlin'," I said, and she nodded.


                              --==+==--


And we did just that. She sat on her towel in my car, and gave me
directions. It was further North than I'd thought it would be, in the
Delvin Addition, a low-rent neighborhood. She showed me the house, and I
parked in the street a few lots away, just in case. She was only inside a
minute, and she returned, and my heart almost stopped. She was wearing a
tight sleeveless t-shirt, almost a halter top. I could see three inches of
her stomach between her t-shirt and her skirt.

And that skirt... it was sexy personified, or skirtified... it was maybe
five or six inches of jeans material, tiny and short... I wondered if she
could decently sit in it. I hungered to see her sit, in it. To top it off,
she was wearing two sexy white boots. She looked better than any girl I'd
seen, in a long time. Maybe ever. She looked positively luscious. I have no
idea how any male, with pedophilic inclinations or not, could look at her
and not be turned on.

Out of fear of someone I possibly know seeing us, I drove her way out
Highway 21, to a steakhouse I know, out by the river. Driving with her was
a pleasure, although I almost killed us a dozen times, as I looked down at
her, in the passenger seat. She sat primly, her legs crossed like a proper
lady, but I could see the skirt rise way high on the outside of her hips...
way high. I could see more skin than I saw at the water park, for god's
sake. My half-hard hardon had grown into a full strength aggressive hardon,
one that wouldn't take no for an answer. I could see a few drops of sweat
on her upper lip, so I rolled up the windows and turned the air on.

"Thanks, that feels good," she said.

"Glad to please, darlin'," I replied. "Lil... when you gotta be home?"

"Don't matter," she said, "Just by dark."

Shit, I thought. This kid was allowed to run free, from dawn to dusk? Was
there no control on her? No restrictions?

"Lili," I said, "what would your parents think if they knew you were going
somewhere in a car with a strange man?"

"Don," she said, sternly, "it's not my parents. It's just my mom. He
don't... he don't matter. He'll be gone in a while, anyway, knowin' my mom.
He don't matter."

She was silent for a moment. "And you're not strange," she added. Actually,
I am, but I knew what she meant.

"To her I'm strange," I said. "Seriously, what would she think?"

"Uhm," she said, looking out the window. "She'd prolly bust my ass. And
maybe cut off your dick!" She said the part last grinning at me, and then
looked pointedly down at my lap. I wondered if she could tell I had a
rock-hard erection. A little part of me hoped she could.

"Damn," I said, "don't want that."

"Don't worry," she said, "I don't tell. And I sure don't kiss and tell."

Shit, I thought, whatever did she mean by that? I would die to kiss this
child. I don't know if I'd do more, but I'd positively die to touch my lips
to hers. I sighed. Where did I plan on going with this? I felt like I was
on a date with her, almost. I wanted to show her off, I wanted people, guys
mostly, to see her with me, and be jealous. No normal man could see her,
without wondering, at least a little bit, what it'd be like to... taste her
sweetness. She was sheer foxiness, today.

I glanced down at her again, slightly turning my head, and we did run off
the road, a little bit. She'd uncrossed her legs, and spread them slightly.
And that skirt... damn that short, short skirt... I could see, just for a
fraction of a second, a thin vertical line running straight up the middle
of... of what I could see. Unless she had flesh-colored panties on... my
god, I thought... she's... she's fucking pantyless. She's fucking bare-ass
naked, down there.

I looked again. The skirt almost covered it... all but a few fractions of
an inch, way down... sure enough... it was unmistakable... she was
bottomless.

The next ten miles were an almost nightmarish trial of trying to keep my
eyes and the car on the road. She sat there, staring out the window, her
arm on the armrest, her legs spread  maybe a foot and a half at the
knees... she seemed totally unaware of the struggle I was having. I had to
look... I had no choice. When it's presented, guys have to look. We can't
not look. Somehow we survived the ride, and and last pulled up in the
parking lot.

I watched her exit the car, she turned in the seat, her legs tightly
together, and stood straight up, leaning forward as she got out of the
seat. I caught a fraction of a second of her sweet ass, from maybe halfway
down, as she leaned and her skirt fluttered up. It was enough. Just as I'd
suspected, she had a beautiful ass. Staggeringly beautiful, what I saw of
it. I imagined I even saw that dark spot, down at the bottom, that told me
where her fabulous little asshole was. With a grunt of satisfaction, I
levered myself out of the car. I badly needed to spend some time in the
gent's restroom, and relieve myself. I felt like I was that close. I was
walking with an uncomfortably hard cock, and I needed for it to go down for
a while.

We got seated, and I excused myself for a moment. In the restroom I went
into a stall and closed the door, and yanked my hard self out. It probably
didn't take twenty jerks, thinking of her little slit and her beautiful
ass, and I hosed the toilet down with a flood of cum. Jeezus, the girl
turned me on. I cleaned up best I could, washed my hands, and exited, in
less than five minutes.

At the table she was going through the menu, and I helped her decide. She
chose a small steak, raising my estimation of her even further. We had an
enjoyable meal, and desert. I could almost feel the eyes on her, from the
other diners. I was proud of her. She looked deadly sexy, sitting there,
laughing, talking, smiling. I was way past simply "in love." I wondered how
much it showed.

As we prepared to leave, I saw a napkin on the floor, and bent to pick it
up. On impulse, I looked under the table at her crotch, and just about died
all over again. There was some shadow, but I still saw the most beautiful
little cunt I have ever seen in my life, before and after. Two perfect
little lips on either side of a slim slit that ran from top to bottom, all
mercifully free of even peach fuzz. The girl was incredible.

I was hobbling again when we got to the car, my erection had returned in
full force. We drove away, and headed back towards the city.

"Darlin'," I said. "Anything you need to do?" I looked at the clock. It was
barely two. Jeezus, I thought, I could have this kid for the rest of the
day, if I can keep her entertained. I wanted that, bad.

"Naw..." she said, after a moment's thought. She looked at me, and turned
halfway in the seat, her left knee bent, and her right leg on top of her
left. It was all I could do not to look down. It took every bit of
willpower I had, not to look down. She continued, "could we... could we
maybe... go to your place?"

Oh god. That's what I wanted more than anything in the world, but I hadn't
thought it would happen this quick. Just the thought of getting her
alone... and what might happen... jeezus, I was turned on. Did I want to go
this far with her, this soon? I asked myself. I didn't feel like there was
a choice. The way I felt about her, if it was offered, I was going for it.
Whatever she allowed, I would go for. She already seemed like, to me, that
she was used to keeping secrets. Could she keep mine, if something worthy
of a secret happened? I certainly hoped so. The girl seemed to like me, she
honesty seemed to like me. Why would a beautiful young girl such as her
like an old fart like me? That one drew a blank. Was it just because I gave
her attention, and food, and a little of my time? I decided we'd talk a
while, first, before I... gently pushed her. Gently felt her out.

I hadn't answered; I was thinking. She licked her lips, and I took
advantage of the moment to make sure my car was in the lane. When she
looked out the window, I looked down at her. And oh god... there, exposed
completely to my view, was her perfect little cunt. And this time, the slit
was much wider, since her legs were spread. It was a moment I wish I could
freeze forever, in time. I've seen a few pussies, in my time... but never
one as breathtakingly beautiful as this one. It was incredible. I know I
use that word way too much, when talking about Lilibeth, but it was. It was
incredible.

"Darlin'..." I said, thinking, my eyes back on the road. I felt like I had
to get across this idea to her, really well. "My little darlin'... I'd love
to have you over... I love you very much, and I love spending time with
you. This afternoon has been wonderful, and I've enjoyed it greatly. But...
you gotta realize... some people might think it's wrong, for a young girl
to be at a man's house, by herself... some people like your mom, for
instance..."

She was silent a moment. She almost seemed petulant when she spoke. "How'll
she ever know? She don't know what I do or where I go. She won't care. But
it don't matter 'cos she won't know."

"Well, if you're sure," I said, "you'll just hafta be real careful, and
never say anything that gives it away."

"I can do that. I'm good at that," she said. I wondered, at that point, if
she'd ever done anything like this before. I'd ask her, if things worked
out.

"Okay," I said, "if you're really sure..." I was pleased. It was at least
three hours until her mom got off work... and another five after that,
until dark... this might go well. Just spending time in her company would
be enough for me. Anything else... would be great.

"Okay I can?" she asked, and I nodded.

"Darlin'... just understand... if you feel like leaving, I'll be glad to
let you leave. I'll let you walk away, or drive you back home. I don't want
you to stay anywhere you don't want to. I don't want you to feel
threatened. Understand?"

She nodded resolutely. Her mind seemed made up. She wanted to go to my
place. I was with her, on that one. I wanted her to go to my place, too.

I drove straight home, into the garage, and hit the button, closing the
door. I didn't worry about my neighbors, most of them were at work, this
time of day. But kids hung around the neighborhood... I didn't want to ask
for trouble. We exited the car, and went into the house. I showed her the
house, and she acted impressed, even though it's just a small three
bedroom.

We settled in the living room, and then I went back in the kitchen at got
two Pepsis. I sat back down on the couch, with her less than a foot from my
side. I skimmed the choice of afternoon TV, but nothing jumped out. I idly
wished I had a porn channel, just to slowly go past, and judge her
reaction. I had some DVD's, but that would look a little obvious.

I sat back, and asked her a few questions, nothing deep, just about school
next year, stuff like that. She relaxed, and I felt like she was giving me
her full attention. She had her legs curled up underneath her, and her
pussy was safely hidden away from my prying gaze. I had hopes that would
change.

"Lili," I finally said.

"Whut?" she said.

"You ever done this before? You ever followed somebody home?"

She looked down, and then back up, grinning slightly. "Naw..." she said. I
think the girl was totally honest with me, from start to finish. I
certainly never caught her in a lie. I assumed, this time, she was telling
the truth.

"You ever had a boyfriend?" I asked, and she repeated the whole thing,
saying "Naw" again, and then giggling.

"Ever kissed a boy?"

"Naw..."

I let her rest for a while. I just wanted to get her to thinking about it.
I wondered again if she'd left her panties off today for a purpose, or it's
just the way she dressed. As short as that skirt was... how could she not
have realized?

"Darlin'..." I said, hesitantly. I didn't want to embarrass her, or send
her fleeing out the front door.

"Huh?" she said, looking at me.

"Did you know you don't have any panties on?"

She laughed at that one. She really laughed out loud. She finally just
looked at me, grinning, and shook her head.

"Yeah," she finally said. "Yeah, I know that."

"Just wondered," I said. I wanted her to know I'd seen her. For some reason
it was important to me. "Does it bother you that I peeked?" I asked.

"Naw..." she laughed again. She turned her attention back to the TV, but
giggled again a little.

"Why do you suppose that is?" I asked, curious what she'd say.

"Why what?" she said.

"That you don't have any panties on." I said, patiently.

She squirmed a little. "I dunno," she finally said. "I guess... I just like
the way it... feels or somethin'. It feels... I dunno..."

"Sexy, maybe? Does it feel... sexy?" I said in my best church lady voice.
She giggled, though I was sure she'd never seen the skit.

"Yeah, that. Maybe," she said.

"Darlin'..." I said, trying to confuse her with a quick subject change,
"you are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. In the whole world, maybe.
I love you, I really love you. I'll always love you."

She looked at me, and grinned, but didn't say anything.

"I dream about you. I think about you night and day. I dream about you in
the kitchen. I dream about you in bed. I dream about you in the bathtub,
especially in the bathtub..."

She giggled some more. She had slowly closed the distance between us, and I
felt her nestling up against me, under my left arm. I gently put my arm
over her shoulders.

"All that keeps me from dying of unrequited love is one thing," I said, and
waited. She finally caught on.

"What?" she asked.

"That I might, someday, get one small simple kiss from you," I said.

"Awww..." she said. She smiled and cuddled up against my body, now silent.

"Well?" I finally said.

"I'm thinkin' 'bout it," she said, laughing.

I gave her another few seconds.

"What is... unre... unre... whatever you said..." she asked.

"Unrequited?" I said, "unfulfilled. Unsatisfied. Still yearning."

"Well who says it's gonna be that?" she said, and I laughed this time.

"Uh..." I said, "I just kinda... assumed... you are, what, only eighteen?
And I'm what, twenty five?"

She laughed again at that.

"Yeah," she said, "yeah, I'm eighteen." She snorted. We both laughed. I
hoped the ice was breaking. It seemed to be, nicely.

"Listen," she said, "I'll give you one teeny tiny kiss, if you'll promise
me something."

"Okay," I said, "what is it?"

"You don't get to know, ahead of time. You just gotta promise," she said,
and I laughed.

"Why would I do that?"

"Because you want to kiss me," she said. I nodded.

"That's pretty open ended," I said, "when will I find out what I'm
promising?"

"I dunno, maybe later. Or maybe tomorrow," she said. I finally nodded,
after tapping my finger on my lip and acting like I was thinking about it.

"Okay, I promise," I said.

"Good," she said. "Good."

She sat up on the couch beside me. I leaned down towards her, and she
raised her angelic face. She closed her eyes, and put her lips in the
kissing position. I leaned a few inches further, readying my lips, and we
touched. I had decided to let her set the pace, so I didn't do anything
except kiss. Teeny tiny kiss my ass, probably twenty seconds went by before
she pulled back. I had my mouth half open by then, and I could feel her
little lips on mine. It was truly sexier than shit.

And... don't get me started. Her smell. The girl smelled. She smelled of a
million good things, girls, first, a hint of perfume or soap or maybe body
wash, a little honest sweat... the list goes on and on. I love smells.
Smells seem to bypass all the filters, and are wired right into our
emotions. Smells turn me on, big time. Good smells, and sometimes... strong
smells that other people might classify as bad smells. Like underarms,
nothing turns me on more than burying my face in a girl's underarm. I
planned on doing it with this girl. And ass, nothing really turns me on
like the smell of ass. Call me a perv. And that was another thing that I
was seeing definite possibilities of, with this girl. Her ass. Anyway, as
we kissed I sucked air in my nose until it hurt, and she smelled fabulous.
I couldn't get enough of her smell.

She finally pulled back, and opened her eyes. I stared down at her.

"Darling," I said, breathing into her face. I was glad I'd flossed last
night. "Darling... that was wonderful. Thank you, honestly thank you."

"You're welcome," she said, in a little voice, and giggled.

"You really never done that before?" I asked.

"Nope," she said.

"Damn, you're good," I said, and she giggled again. I went on. "So when can
you tell me what I promised?"

"I guess I can tell you," she said.

"Okay," I said, "tell me."

"Just... just that you'll kiss me again... whenever I want you to..." she
said shyly. I laughed.

"That's all?" I said, and she nodded.

"Yes, dear," I said, "I'll do that. It's a lot of trouble, but a promise is
a promise. I'm an old fart, but I keep my promises."

She laughed, and cuddled down, putting her head down on my chest. I wrapped
my arms around her, and squeezed her to my body.

I gave her thirty seconds, then I said, "Now?"

"Now what, old fart?" she said.

"Now do you want me to kiss you?" I said.

She was silent a moment. Finally she said, "Not yet." I laughed silently. I
gave her another thirty seconds. The TV droned on, oblivious to our game.

"Now?" I said.

"Not yet."

Thirty more. "Now?" I asked.

"Now!" she said firmly, and I pulled her up and pressed my face down into
hers, my mouth half open. This one was beautiful, and seemed to have no
end. I opened my mouth further, and felt hers hesitantly open a little. I
tickled her lips with my tongue, and she giggled in my mouth. She opened
her mouth further and further, and at last I felt her little tongue touch
mine. I rubbed hers, and felt her shake beneath me. She seemed to be loving
it. I sure as hell was.

We probably kissed for two or three minutes, that second time. It was
everything I'd dreamed, so incredibly sexy, feeling her tongue on mine, and
her hot saliva in my mouth. My cock had been so hard for so long it was
almost numb by now. But I loved it.

She finally broke apart, gasping, although she'd been breathing through her
nose. I lay my head back and looked down at her.

"You are the best kisser, ever," I said, and she nodded solemnly.

"Nothin' to it," she said, and I laughed. Already an expert, on her second
kiss.

"Just let me know when you want another kiss," I said. "I'm ready, at any
moment."

"Okay," she said, grinning.

"Now?" I said, hopefully.

"Not yet."


                              --==+==--


An hour had gone by. A good thirty minutes of it I'd spent locked onto her
lips. She was a wonderful kisser, and we'd passed all the milestones. Her
little tongue roamed my mouth, now. I would open my mouth and stick out my
tongue, and she'd lick it like a cat lapped milk. She'd open her mouth, and
I'd run my tongue around the rim of her lips, tickling her. But mostly
she'd just open her mouth, and I'd cover it with my opened mouth. It was
incredible. Once I looked down, and saw a huge wet spot in the front of my
slacks, pre-cum that my dick had oozed. I covered it with my shirt, and
finally carefully set her to the side, and stood.

"Baby, let me go change," I said. "I'll be right back." I went into my
bedroom and pulled my slacks and undies off, and pulled on a pair of loose
shorts that I usually sleep in. I tucked my still-hard dick up under the
waistband, hoping it didn't look that obvious. Well, I did hope it looked a
little obvious. She shouldn't have any trouble, if I wore these things, she
shouldn't have any trouble telling that I liked her. A lot. I just hoped I
wouldn't pass out from all the blood pooling in my cock.

I got two more soft drinks, and returned to the living room. She lay on the
couch, her long legs curled below her. Out of habit I tried to spot her
little pussy, but it was hidden. Damn, though... that skirt... it showed
all her leg, every bit. It was one sexy square foot of material. I made a
mental note to dash off a "thank you" to whoever made it.

I set the drinks on the coffee table, and sat beside her. I lifted her head
and slid underneath her, and lay her head back down in my lap. I literally
felt the top of her head press against the underside of my hard cock, and
damn if the thing didn't get a little harder. I held her Pepsi so she could
drink, but she dribbled it on my leg, and we both laughed. I almost
ejaculated when she turned her head, and licked the drops of liquid from my
hairy leg. It was insanely sexy, feeling her little tongue on my body.

How can I fail? I ask myself. At this stage, I saw her as good as mine. How
can I fuck this up? Is this what I really want to do? To play this sweet
innocent little girl? I decided, at that moment, that I would not fuck her.
It wouldn't be fair. She wasn't old enough to know, to make, as they call
it, "informed consent." I understood that, and agreed with it. But holy
shit, would I ever kiss her. And... I might go a little further... I might
lick a little, if she allowed it... if she acted like she wanted it. Like
I'd said, let her set the pace. The fact that she was pantyless was kind of
a hint, at least that's how I took it. I wondered if she knew what that
meant in the real world.

She squirmed around in my lap a little, and finally sat up. She crawled
over on me, and I guided her, until she lay, facing me, her belly against
mine, my left leg inbetween her two legs. Her elbows were on my chest, and
her face right in front of mine. I could literally feel the heat of her
little cunt on my thigh, and it felt sexy off the scale. Her whole body
just seemed to radiate heat, at this point. She was fuckin' hot, literally.

"Now?" I asked hopefully.

"Now!" she commanded, and our mouths almost smashed together. She kissed
like a mountain lion, aggressive and commanding, and I bowed before her. I
tasted saliva and blood in my mouth. When she pulled away I followed,
licking her lips and chin. She laughed.

"You know what, Mr. Don?" she said, I made that funny inquisitive noise
that we seem to know instinctively what it means.

"You are what my mom calls a prevert," she announced with satisfaction. I
laughed.

"Pervert, darlin'. I'm a pervert," I said, and then she laughed. I went on.
"I'm proud to be a pervert, if I get to taste sexy little things like you.
I love you, sweet darlin', I really love you. I want to kiss you every day
for the rest of my life."

She smiled sweetly, and leaned in. A freebie, I thought, as our lips
touched. Kissing her was almost a holy experience to me, by now. Her body
had a taste, and  I loved it. I inhaled her, almost. I hadn't lied to her,
I wanted to do this every day, for the rest of my life.

I closed my eyes, and imagined my future, without her. It was inevitable,
that it would be without her. She'd grow up and away from me, or get tired
of me, or meet another boy her age, or send me to prison. Those were the
options, and I lost her in every one of them. What cruel mistress life is.
Whatever she gives, she eventually takes away, when you've grown used to it
and the pain is ten times worse.

I opened my eyes and stared into hers. She met my gaze squarely. There was
no fear in her of the future, I thought. She didn't know yet. She hadn't
been hurt yet. I envied her, for that. A tear crept down my cheek, and she
saw it, and looked puzzled.

"What's wrong?" she said, and I sighed.

"I was just thinkin' of the future, darlin', and how sad I'd be if I ever
lost you," I replied.

"You'll never lose me," she said, "I'll always be your... friend. You silly
old fart."

I hugged her to me, and more tears came. I held her in my arms, and just
cried. I looked at her beautiful face, through the tears, and my eyes just
poured. I loved her more in that instant than I ever thought I could love
anything. What a weak, insignificant force love is. All the love in the
world can't even move a single grain of sand. But my love for her at that
moment could have folded the universe.

"Shit," she half-said, half-whispered in my ear, "I didn't mean for you to
cry a river."

I laughed. I'm sure she'd heard somebody say that, somewhere. She was such
a little parrot, sometimes. She cracked me up. I dried my eyes, and drank
in the beauty that was her.

"Are you over it?" she asked, and I nodded. "I'm alright," I said. She
smiled. I laughed, and kissed her, without asking. She let me. She was warm
and comfortable in my arms, her body draped across mine. Without asking I
slid my hands down her back, and touched her firm, tight ass. Touched it,
hell, I cupped her sweet cheeks in my hands, and squeezed. I slid my hands
up under her little skirt, and rubbed and squeezed her fantastic ass. The
feeling of her bare skin on my fingertips was incredible, and turned me on
yet another order of magnitude. Her upper leg was grinding into my
rock-hard cock, and I knew there was no way she could not feel it. Her hot
little cunt almost dripped on my upper leg, and I sure as hell could feel
that. It felt wonderful, damp, and almost wet. It was incredible.

"Oh, baby," I sighed, and our lips met again. And again and again. She
rubbed my penis harder with her leg, and scrubbed her cunt against my leg.
She just got more and more intense, and I felt her whole body bounce on top
of me. Our teeth even clicked together more than once. Her tongue was a mad
little whirligig, in and out of my mouth. I clenched my fingers into her
ass, feeling hard muscle beneath my grip, hard muscle and soft skin. I was
more turned on than I thought possible. Oh god, don't make me rape this
child, I prayed. My cock screamed for relief and release.

In a frenzy, I pressed my fingers into her buttcrack, instantly feeling the
sweaty sweetness of her puckered asshole. I rubbed up and down, feeling
from the top of her crack to down where her pussy slit started. My cock
clenched and I almost came. I rubbed her asshole again, and then brought
that finger to my nose, and smelled her wondrous scent. My dick clenched
again. I put the finger in my mouth, and then pressed it into her royal
puckeredness, feeling her sphincter push against me as I pressed slightly
into her body. God, she was turning me on, the feel of her body beneath my
hands was unreal. She was trembling and shaking so violently it was all I
could do to keep my finger in her ass.

The end was quick and spectacular. I felt chill bumps on her legs, where
she touched me. She hiccuped and gasped for breath, writhing on top of me,
her whole body shaking. My god, I thought, she'd fucking cumming, just from
rubbing her cunt on my leg. She had a good one, and just about that time my
cock jerked, and I felt mine start. I squirted a gallon into my shorts,
soaking both them and her leg. It was the most intense incredible orgasm of
my life. It was just fucking insane, and I could tell it had been good for
her, too. She collapsed on top of me, sighing deeply. I held her and rocked
her and whispered to her until she came back around.

"Baby, you are too much," I said, laughing at her. She smiled up at me
weakly.

"Was that good?" I said.

"Oh yeah," she said, "very good."

"You ever done that before?" I asked.

"Nope," she said. "It felt... wunnerful. I wanna do it again."

"Baby, there's lots of way we can do that. But hell yeah, we'll do it
again."

She laughed, and nestled against me. I just sat there and held her, as the
smell of semen permeated the room.


                              --==+==--


We didn't do much else, that day, after that. After we basically had sex
with each other. Beautiful, sticky, steamy penetrationless sex. It was just
too cool. I had finally gotten up and changed, and wiped her down with a
washrag. When I was in my bedroom changing, I crouched and bent until my
nose was as close to my leg as I could get, and I could smell the scent of
her pussy. It turned me on insanely, and that quick, and I felt a twitch
from my cock as it woke back up. I finally rubbed my fingers on my leg,
transferring the smell, and sniffed at her wonderful odor on my fingers.
God, her cunt smelled good. I couldn't wait to taste it. I felt like that
was one hundred percent probable, at this stage. Maybe tomorrow. I hungered
for her tastes and smells.

About eight o'clock that evening she finally began stirring around, and put
her boots back on. I went and changed back into my street clothes, and I
finally took her home, dropping her off in front of her addition.

"What you gonna tell your mom you did all day?" I said, as we drove over.

"If she asks, I'll say I was at Allison's," she said, snorting. How easy
people make this, I thought. Do they not realize there's people like me out
there? It's pathetic. I drove home shaking my head.

The next day was Saturday. I had asked her what she usually did on
Saturday, and she'd said, same as usual, water park or Allison's. I felt
like I was pushing things, to have her over so much, but we made a date to
meet at the park, at nine o'clock. I zoomed home and jumped in bed, happier
than I'd been in a long time. I felt like I was young again, young and in
love. I couldn't wait to see her.


                              --==+==--


I leaped out of bed, showered, drove to the park, picked her up and we went
and grabbed breakfast. Then we high-tailed it back to my place. Today she
was wearing a tight little blouse and a pair of white shorts, and tennis
shoes. Damn, though, she looked sexy, the girl could look sexy in a grocery
sack. She just had it, that special something. She looked good enough to
eat.

We laid around and watched Saturday morning TV, which was a disappointment.
She finally got a little frisky, and rolled over into my lap.

"Now!" she said, and I bent down. Let it begin, I thought, let it begin.

My only fear was my daughter showing up unexpectedly. She had learned, from
a few embarrassments in the past, to call first, for fear of this very
thing... that a girl might be over here. Of course, she'd never expect the
girl to be a pre-teen. And I didn't want her to find that out. She had
already notified me I'd be watching the girl that evening, but that was
hours away. I locked the storm door, just in case, and promised myself to
make sure our clothes were laid out for easy access, if clothes happened to
come off, today.

And, the clothes did come off. I took my shirt off first, and she giggled
and ran her hands through my chest hair. I ran my hands over her chest, and
she finally slowly unbuttoned the blouse and took it off. Once again, the
sight of her little nipples just knocked me out. My mouth started watering.
She giggled, and I grabbed her, and pulled her against me, rubbing her
against my hairy chest. She shrieked, and giggled some more. I literally
felt her nipple rub against mine, at one point, and I about lost it.
Finally there was nothing left to do, nowhere left to go.

"Darlin'," I said, laying her down across my lap, "lovely child," I stopped
and kissed her, "may I suck," kiss, "on your beautiful," kiss, "little
boobies?" Kiss kiss kiss.

She laughed, and I felt her relax beneath me. "I guess," she said, and
smiled up at me. I slowly bent my head to her body. My lips touched her.
She was simply exquisite. I sucked the fatness of her nipple in my mouth,
and just about swooned. Once again, I tasted her body. It was incredible.

I won't kill a hundred paragraphs trying to describe the sweetness of
sucking on her little pre-tit nipples. I could go on and on. It was
fantastic, out of this world. I could, like I said, literally taste her
body. It was sweet and sexy. Her nipples were hard little puffy ridges of
flesh, in my mouth. I scraped my teeth across them, and she moaned. I
laughed, and sucked, hard, and she moaned again. I sucked and sucked and
sucked, until I knew blood had flooded them, and they were more sensitive
than shit, then I swirled my tongue around them and scraped them again with
my teeth. I felt her whole body tremble beneath me.

I rolled, putting her on bottom. I crouched over her, my knees on the
floor, and made love to her nipples with my mouth. I wondered if she could
cum, just from my fucking around with her nipples. I swear I think she
could. They seemed very sensitive.

I licked to the middle of her chest, and went down. Her belly button was a
work of art, a deep indention in her stomach, with a little bud of flesh at
the bottom. I licked it, and gnawed on her flat stomach, as best I could.
Her stomach was so buff I could see the plates of muscle on her midsection.
Her skin was almost vacuum-molded to the muscles beneath. I know you're
getting tired of this word, but it was incredible.

Her shorts stopped me, though. I sighed, and crawled back up her body. I
wrapped my arms around her, putting my hand on the back of her head, and
pulled her close, her head beside mine.

"Darlin'..." I breathed in her ear, and she wiggled beneath me. I breathed
my hot breath into her ear again.

"Darlin'," I said. "I don't want to upset you. I don't want to ever do
anything you don't want me to. I don't want you to ever feel nervous, or
afraid, when you're over here."

"I never have..." she whispered.

"Angel... if you feel the slightest hesitation, please say no... but, can I
take your shorts off?"

She didn't pause an instant, to my pleasure.

"Don..." she whispered, "you don't have to ask."

I sighed, and slid back down. She lifted her ass off the couch, and I
unbuttoned her shorts, and pulled them down. Aha, I thought... just as I
suspected... once again, she was wearing no panties. Damn, I thought, at
least one of these times, I'd like to have a pair of her panties for my
collection. I'd have to ask her about that.

She lay back, and spread her legs. I nestled inbetween them, carefully not
looking down. I wanted to savor the moment, and I tried to mentally prepare
myself for the next step. The next big jump. The thing I wanted most, in
the world.

"Darlin'," I said, looking up at her. "Once again, I don't want..."

"Don," she interrupted, looking slightly annoyed. "I said, you don't have
to ask!"

I understood. I took a deep breath, and surveyed the beauty before me. She
had a wonderful little cunt, two plump little lips, and a cute little clit
that peeked out the top. Her little mons was nice and fat, and smooth as a
baby's butt. None of that distracting undergrowth. Her pussy was gapped
open slightly, from her legs being spread so wide. I could see some dusty
white stuff, probably salt, in the crease of her legs. I hungered to taste
it. I grabbed her legs right beneath her knees, and lifted them in the air.
Her little ass rose, and I got to see her cute little asshole. God, her
asshole was beautiful, not just simply cute. It was a little slice of
puckered heaven. I leaned in, and drew a heavy breath in through my
nostrils. Good grief, she smelled good, she smelled like pussy and ass and
sex, wet, steamy, grimy sex all rolled into one. Just her smell made my
hard dick harder. I slowly extended my tongue, getting prepared, and felt
that almost painful taste sensation in my jaws that precludes tasting
something really strong or really good. I touched her body with the tip of
my tongue, a fraction of an inch below her clit.

Okay, I could go on and on here. But time is limited. It wasn't that day,
thankfully, hell, it wasn't even ten o'clock yet. Theoretically, I had
eight or nine more hours to do this shit, to eat her pussy. I spent the
first hour just licking. And she was heavenly, just positively divine. I
cannot go on enough about that. Her taste was unreal, out of this world,
incredible, all the tired old words I've used a few dozen times so far in
this story. She was simply amazing.

I had to wonder if she'd had a bath last night, she was so tasty. Maybe
nothing since the splash pad yesterday morning. And that probably didn't
get in here very well, where my tongue was going. She tasted unlike
anything I've ever tasted. Big girls taste good. I've tasted some pretty
goddam tasty girls, over the years. One twenty something years ago that
really stands out, one with remarkable similarities to Lilibeth. Maybe she
tasted this good, too much time has passed to remember. But this little
girl tasted good.

She was alternately stroking my hair, and playing with my ears as I did all
this. I finally stopped fucking around, and bore down hard on her clit. I
could feel the rubbery little bud of flesh on the tip of my tongue, and I
alternately smashed it into her body and sucked it out, hard. She twitched
and her whole body jerked, when I did that. I sucked and smashed, and
sucked and smashed, and within minutes, she came, sharp and hard. Her legs
closed on my head, and I could feel the chill bumps on them, once again. I
ran my hands up and down her legs, loving the strong muscular feel of them.
She gasped and sighed and hiccuped.

"I told you we'd do that again," I said, and she laughed.

"You can do that any time you want," she said, sighing again.

I laughed, and my tongue wandered down into the crease of her leg. It was
great, nice and salty, maybe with a little sand mixed in. I slurped and
gulped and licked, eating her up. I finally flipped her over, laying her on
her stomach, and once again readied myself for the experience of a
lifetime. I spread her ass cheeks apart with my fingers, and bowed before
my god.

Her ass was, to use a tired old phrase, incredible. It had a strong taste,
stronger than her pussy, but that's to be expected. It goes with the
territory. But it was sexy, off the scale. She had a taste to die for. I
licked up her crack, and then down. Then I smashed my tongue right in the
middle. Target acquired. I tried to ram my tongue into her body like I had
my finger, but my tongue simply wasn't strong enough. She had a great
pucker factor. Just feeling the little ridges of her puckered sweetness
almost had me creaming in my shorts. I will waste no more time, describing
her sweet asshole. Suffice it to say, once again, yes, it was incredible.

I had heard her giggle when my tongue first touched her asshole, and I
wondered what she thought. I wondered if she'd ever heard of this being
done, before. I'd ask her, later. I hoped she realized I loved her, this
much. I loved her enough to lick her where her turds came from. I realized
the almost frightening intensity with which I loved her. Was anything off
limits, what I'd do for her? Hardly.

I finally licked and sucked and loved on her ass cheeks, loving the feel of
them, beneath my tongue and fingers. She had the cutest little bubble-but
in the world. I buried my hands in her ass cheeks, and just squeezed. She
giggled and squirmed, and I licked her asshole again.

The next time I looked at the clock, it was almost one o'clock. Sweet
jeezus, I thought. My mouth was dry, and my lips almost felt chapped. I
stood, my hard cock poking out from my waist. I stumbled into the kitchen,
and got us both cans of Pepsi, and staggered back out. She was sitting
demurely on the couch, like a little lady, with the possible exception of
being stark naked. God, she looked like a little angel. I just stood there
and stared.

"Don," she said, patting the couch beside her. "Sit."

I finally did, popped the top of one Pepsi, and handed it to her. She
drank, and I drank.

"Tell me when you want lunch, darlin'," I said.

"Well I am kinda hungry..." she said.

"Pizza okay?" I asked.

"Sure," she said. I got back up, slapped a pepperoni in the oven, not
bothering with the pre-heat, and turned to go back in the living room. She
was standing in the doorway.

"Don..." she said. I looked at her, and saw where she was looking. She was
staring at the lump in my pants.

"Don," she said, taking a breath. "After we eat... can we... would you...
would you show me... yourself?"

Oh shit. Well, what else was left to do, really. I sighed.

"Darlin', darlin'," I said. I put my arm on her bare shoulder, and walked
her back to the couch. "We got almost forty minutes, 'til the pizza's done.
Sit."

She sat on the couch. I spread her legs, and stood between them, still
standing.

"Close your eyes," I said, and she giggled, but closed them.

I quietly went over and sat on the easy chair, picking up the remote. When
she finally got tired of waiting and opened her eyes I was clicking through
the channels.

"Hey!" she said, and I looked at her and raised an eyebrow.

"What?" I said.

"That wasn't fair! You were gonna show... you were..."

"You said after lunch," I reminded her. She giggled. I stood, and walked
towards her. On the way, I slid my shorts down and dropped them. My hard
cock flopped free, and she sucked in a breath, a smile on her face.

"Darlin'," I said. "This is your standard, grade-A, garden variety cock.
This one is hard, and would appear much shorter, if soft. I doubt if you'll
ever get to see a soft one, considering how sexy you are. I know mine
hasn't been soft since I met you."

She giggled, her eyes never leaving my cock. I rubbed it, feeling pre-cum
oozing from the slit. I drew a long string of it away from my cock, and it
finally snapped after a foot or so.

"What was that?" she asked.

"Pre-cum. It leaks out, when I see a sexy little girl," I replied. She
giggled. I continued. "You ever see one before? A dick?"

"I seen Danny's, when he was little..." she said absently. She almost acted
hypnotized. I grabbed the base of my cock, and moved it from side to side,
watching her eyes move. She was too funny.

"Darlin'," I finally said. "You can touch it, if you wish. I won't mind,
too much."

She laughed, and slowly reached out her hand. Her little fingers felt great
as she carefully grasped the shaft. She looked up and me and smiled. She
slowly walked her fingers out to the cap, and grasped it. She slid her
fingers around in the slippery pre-cum, drawing the strings out and
giggling. Damn, it felt good. I didn't want to shoot off in her face, but I
was close.

I let her play until the pizza was ready. I finally excused myself, and
went and pulled it out of the oven, cautious of cock burns. Damn, my dick
was hard, and it never went down. I sliced the pizza, and brought it back
to the living room. We ate, and my cock never went down. She still hadn't
got enough of it, she just stared and stared. I laughed at her. She was in
a cock-trance.

We got done, and I cleaned up, and returned.

"Baby..." I said. I wanted to make her cum again. I wanted to give her
hundreds of cums, thousands. I wanted to be forever associated in her mind
with the feeling of massive, almost endless orgasms.

"Baby, let's try something. Lay down on the couch, on your back." She
followed my instructions well, and I approached, and spread her legs. I
lowered my body, bending at the knees, and touched her clit with my cock,
guiding it with my hand. She watched, smiling.

"Just relax, baby," I said, and she nodded. I began scrubbing her clit with
the hard cap of my cock, smashing her little clit into her body. She
sighed, and gasped, and smiled at me, again.

I just went on and on, rubbing her clit with my cock. I was relieved when
she finally came, my legs were starting to cramp. She just exploded, her
legs twitching, her arms curling up, her mouth wide open and her eyes
closed. I could see the flicker of her eyes moving beneath her eyelids. She
gasped and coughed and sighed, and came like crazy. I let her finish,
because I wanted her to see my happy ending.

"Watch this, baby," I said. "This is how a man cums."

I relaxed, and let go, and scrubbed her clit harder and faster. She still
twitched, but not as intensely. After maybe a minute, I felt it begin. My
knees locked, and I had to stand. My cock gave a mighty jerk, and I sprayed
a healthy load of cum onto her belly and chest. I came again, and again,
directing it downward, soaking her sweet little cunt with the viscous
fluid. Finally just a drop was left, and I squeezed my cock, and dropped it
into her belly button. She had been watching in fascination, and she
giggled at that.

"Th-th-th-that's all folks!" I said, and she giggled.

"You looked like that hurt," she said, and I nodded.

"It feels so good it almost hurts. Yeah, I know I look funny when I cum.
I've had other girls tell me that."

She laughed. I gotta film myself sometimes, I thought, just to see what
they're talking about. It must be pretty funny if even a kid notices.

She reached down, and put a finger in the trail of slime across her belly.

"That is semen, darlin'," I said. "That's the stuff that makes babies. If
you have started bleedin', and you get that in your pussy, you might have a
baby."

She nodded. "This is cum, right?" she said, and I nodded.

"It's called a lot of things," I said, "sperm, spunk, jizm, semen, cum, joy
juice, the list goes on and on."

She giggled. To my almost absolute shock, she lifted her finger to her
mouth, and tasted it.

"It tastes... funny..." she said.

"Why aren't you laughing, if it's funny?" I asked, and she did laugh.

"Does this make me a cum-eater?" she asked.

"Well, you hardly had enough for that," I said. "And most cum-eaters eat it
from the source."

"Most cum-eaters are cock-suckers, you mean," she said. I nodded. "Yeah," I
said. "Yeah."


                              --==+==--


I let her skate home, about five that evening, to check in. She was back in
an hour, warmed up, and ready to play. I dropped my face to her naked cunt,
and licked her to two orgasms, and she came like crazy. She was getting
good at it. And she was falling in love with the feeling.

"Don," she said, raising herself off the couch, almost woozy from cumming
so hard.

"Yes, dear," I said, helping her up.

"Gimme a minute, I gotta pee," she said. I thought, oh, hell no. Not gonna
pass up this opportunity.

"Baby, I'm sorry, but I can't allow that," I said.

"What? Why not?" she said. She knew I was up to something.

"The only way you can pee in this house is if you pee on me," I said, and
she giggled.

"That's nasty," she said.

"No, it's sexy," I said, "it's sexier than shit, because it's your pee."

"You are a prevert, for sure," she said, laughing.

"Yeah," I said, "I am."

I carried her into the bathroom, ticking her and making her squeal. I
turned on the shower, just a trickle, and let the water warm up. I laid
down on the floor as best I could, even though I had to stick my feet out
the door. I pulled her in to stand over me.

"Spread your pussy, and pee on me, darlin'," I said. She laughed again.

"Where?"

"Just pee," I said, "I'll take care of the rest."

She giggled, and reached down. It was sexier than shit to see her pull her
pussy lips back, and spread her little cunt apart. Then we waited, and
waited and waited.

"What's the matter, you shy?" I said, laughing at her.

"I'm tryin'," she said, a serious look on her face. "An' I gotta go, bad.
But it won't."

I leaned up and kissed her cunt, putting my mouth where I imagined her
urethra was, and sucked hard. She giggled but nothing came out.

"Are you gonna drink it?" she asked, conversationally.

"I'll let it splash in my mouth, but I won't drink it," I said, and she
nodded.

"You are a preverted old fart," she said, and I nodded in assent.

Finally, a dribble came, and then a flood. I did just what I said I'd do, I
leaned down and let it splash in my face, and in my mouth. It tasted sexier
than shit, salty, harsh and metallic, and yellow. It actually tasted yellow
to me. I smashed my face into her cunt, and let it spray all over the
place. She squealed and giggled, and kept on peeing. She just peed and
peed, and I ate it up. it was too sexy. Just as her stream started tapering
off, I sat up and let her splash the hot fluid on my cock.

"Damn, baby, that was too sexy," I said, dropping to my knees and grinding
my face back into her cunt. She put a leg on my shoulder, spreading
herself, and I licked her clit, feeling her body twitch beneath me. The
smell of piss was overpowering, and I could still taste it, on her body. I
wanted to get her off, I wanted her to remember even this as being sexy, as
feeling good. Finally I felt the rhythmic twitches that I'd felt before,
when she came, and at last she had a nice orgasm, on the end of my tongue.
Her legs pressed against my neck, and with one hand I squeezed her ass,
while the other jacked my cock. It was sexy beyond words.


                              --==+==--


That evening, as she dressed and prepared to skate home, I begged for a day
off. I wanted her, every moment I could, but I was starting to get nervous,
she was spending so much time over here. She pouted and griped, but I
finally got her to understand, and agree to spend some time at home. And
please, I reminded her, please don't say a word about this, about what you
do over here. Don't even joke about it. She nodded, her face serious.

"Okay," she finally said. "But could I come over maybe just a few hours,
tomorrow afternoon?"

"Darlin'," I said, exasperated. "Yes, if you're in the neighborhood, and
you don't have anything better to do."

She laughed. I knew I'd see her, Sunday.

Sure enough, she skated up, about two in the afternoon. I was just finished
the lawn, and she sat on the porch, and watched me. I had daylight
nightmares about her mom driving by, in a car, after having followed her. I
was too paranoid, at times. But you can never be too paranoid. I finished,
and she followed me in the house.

"Darlin'," I said, "Lemme take a quick shower."

She followed me into my bedroom, and stripped as I did. I sighed, and let
her. We crowded in the shower, and she squealed at the cold water. It
finally heated up, and we stood there, in each other's arms, and let the
water beat on us.

"Don..." she said, in a husky voice.

"What?" I said.

"I gotta... pee... again."

Oh god. Not a problem. I leaned against the wall, in the floor, and let her
flood me, again. My cock was ninety percent hard, just from being naked in
the shower with her, and having her pee in my face took it over the top, to
it's usual one hundred thirty percent where it stayed when I was around
her. She was one sexy little bitch. I licked her pussy clean, and then spun
her around, and stuck my tongue in her asshole. God she tasted good... she
just defied description, sometimes. Unreal.

"Don..." she said.

"What?" I said, my voice muffled by her ass.

"Can I... do that thing... where I put your weenie in my mouth?"

Shit. I sighed heavily. What a curious little creature she was. I slowly
stood, but then leaned back down where I was level with her.

"Darlin'," I said, "you can do anything you want. But I just want to make
sure you really really want to do these things, you're not just saying that
because you want to please me. My pleasure is not important, yours is. But
other things are important too, your self-image, for instance."

She was staring at me like I was crazy. I hoped she understood at least a
little bit what I was saying. She slowly nodded her head, and shifted
impatiently.

"Okay," I said, defeated. "Go for it."

She laughed, and sank to her knees. My cock was hard, it's usual state when
she was anywhere close. She grasped it with both hands, and pulled it up to
stare at my balls. I felt her soft fingers grasp my testicles, and pull
slightly on them. She giggled. Well, let her play, I thought. The warm
water felt nice. We could stay in here forever, if her knees held up.

After a minute, I felt her soft lips on the head of my cock. I looked down
and almost came. To see her head, from above, as my cock disappeared into
her mouth... unreal. Just fucking insane. I was turned on, to say the least.

She went almost all the way in, and stopped. I felt her lips close, and she
began to suck. She did a decent job, for a first-timer. I was ready to cum
almost immediately, just from the intense excitement of a sweet young girl
putting my cock in her mouth for the first time. I was pumped. I held back,
as hard as I could.

I was torn about cumming in her mouth. I wasn't sure if she was ready for
that. When it became inevitable, that it was going to happen no matter
what, I touched her shoulder and told her I was about to cum. She nodded
her head, and kept on sucking. Well, whatever, I thought. If that's what
she wants. I warned her again at the five second mark, and suddenly my dick
sprayed a massive load into her soft, sweet mouth.

She made it until about the third squirt, and then she coughed, and sprayed
a mouthful of semen onto my legs. She was laughing after that, and squirts
five and six dribbled out of her mouth. My cock went down a little, and she
finally dropped it, and I looked down at her. She looked up, grinning, my
semen running down her chin and neck, and flooding down over her beautiful
little nips. One more sight of her I'll never forget. She was just too
cool. She laughed and giggled and finally scooped the sperm off her chest,
and sucked it into her mouth. I almost could have cum again, that quick.

I washed her, and we rinsed, got out, and dried off. We walked back into
the living room, still as naked as jaybirds .

"Darlin'," I said, "I got something I wanna do... I want you to do, for me."

"Okay," she said, sitting on the couch.

"Lemme take some pictures of you. Please?" I asked. She laughed, and nodded.

"Sure," she said. I didn't figure she'd mind. And what little girl doesn't
want to be a porno star, I thought.

"Lemme get my camera. And would you put your clothes back on, so I can get
you getting undressed?" She giggled, and shook her head. I went and fetched
my camera, and when I returned, she was dressed.

I've always wanted to be a porn photographer. That seems like the ultimate
job, to me. You know those guys get to sample the merchandise. You can just
tell. We started out slow, and tame, a few dozen shots of her face, and her
body, clothed. Then the fun began. I had her slowly strip, and lay on the
couch. She looked sexier than fuck through the viewfinder, and I knew this
shit was pure gold. Too bad nobody but me would ever get to look at it. And
thank god for encryption.

"Darlin'..." I said. "Put your hands down there. Play with it... with
yourself."

She giggled, but did as I requested, put her finger on her clit, and
wiggled in around. I clicked away, the flash firing, zooming in. Within a
minute I realized she'd seemed to forget all about the camera, she was
seriously fingering herself. God, I thought, this will be too cool if I can
get a set of her cumming. She just went on and on, her mouth open, her eyes
closed, gasping occasionally. I hoped my card held out, and clicked away.
At last she gave a sharp gasp, and her legs spasmed, and her little face
screwed up. It was beautiful, and tender and touching. And frozen forever,
in digital format.

"Thank you, darlin'," I said, "that was beautiful." She shyly laughed, and
sat up. I leaned down and kissed her.

"You know, you can do that to yourself, when you're home," I said, wanting
her to know how to please herself. I wanted her to know it was okay, to do
it. Nothing to be ashamed of.

"Yeah, I know," she said. She looked like a light had gone on in her head.
I hoped it had.

We filled her time out with a little pussy licking, and I slapped her butt
and sent her home about six. She promised to be at the splash pad at nine
o'clock sharp the next day. I told her I'd look for her.


                              --==+==--


The summer, what was left of it, passed in that leisurely fashion. She
basically came, and went. We often picked her up at the splash pad, took
her to lunch, and then home. We often fucked around when the girl took her
nap, and many times Lili hid in the bathroom in my bedroom when my daughter
showed up to pick up my grand-daughter. We had one memorable close call
when my daughter forgot something, and came back to get it.

At some point during that period, we had a long serious talk... about
fucking. She was curious, and I finally dug out some hard-core shit from my
encrypted drive, and let her see how it was done. I didn't want to
encourage her, but I didn't want to discourage her, either. I tried my best
to explain to her why I felt like I couldn't do that to her, and although I
think she was puzzled at first, I think she finally understood. I hoped for
her, and I told her I hoped she just didn't throw it away, someday, in the
back seat of a car, I hoped for better for her. I wanted it to be special,
and something to remember. I was sad because I felt like I could do that
for her... but I didn't feel like the time was right, yet. I had probed
her, a time or two, with my finger, not going too deeply... her hymen was
intact, and seemed fairly robust... but I just couldn't see how, at her
tender age, she could take my cock. Maybe it stretches that much, I don't
know. I just felt like I was doing the right thing, not popping her cherry.
We talked, and hugged, and kissed, and I even kissed her little pussy,
feeling like I was kissing it goodbye.

The beginning of school loomed closer and closer. I felt a deep sadness, I
had known from the start that it would be hard to continue this for any
length of time. And so much harder when school started. I became positively
frenzied, at times, and so did she. I think she read my mood, and
unconsciously understood. How could this end well? I thought. Actually, it
would end well if I just stayed out of jail. The girl seemed to understand
that part of it implicitly, and I don't think she ever exposed anything we
did in the slightest. She had a great career as a spy, or a double agent.
She was good, and sneaky. Every moment I had with her now, I squeezed her
and held her body against mine, straining to imprint her on me and me on
her. I wanted to remember every second of my time with her.

I finally got those pairs of panties, even a nice pair of stinky ones,
although, sadly, the aroma never lasts. I took lots more pictures of her,
normal ones, not just sexy ones, her at the splash pad, her skating, her
just sitting and watching TV. We did that, on occasion, her time with me
wasn't just sex sex sex. We spent quiet time together, and I loved her
company. I strained my brain trying to figure out ways to just take
possession of her, but I couldn't come up with anything. I wasn't rich
enough to simply buy her mother out, although I almost thought, at times,
that it could be done, if the amount was high enough. I played the lottery,
but never won.

The week before school started I held her naked body against mine, and
cried my heart out. She was sympathetic, and I think she understood. She
hugged me, and petted me like I was a little baby. I was a big baby, I
admit it. I felt like the door was closing. I still felt the love from her,
but I was feeling a distance, now, an unsettling quietness in her, and I
knew my time with her was almost over. The last day the splash pad was
open, I picked her up at nine and we spent the whole day just hunkered down
at my place, holding each other, talking, remembering. I told her again and
again how much I loved her, and how much I hoped for good things for her.
She took all my advice, and even offered some of her own. I kissed her and
hugged her. I just wanted to hold her forever. I could have been happy,
just holding her forever.


                              --==+==--


That was six years ago. I'm fifty now, older, and I'd like to think, wiser.
Probably not. But six years is a long time. A day doesn't go by that I
don't think of the girl, and the things we did. Okay, the things I did. I
wonder, also, on a daily basis, what she thinks of me, now. What she
remembers. The cops have never shown up at my door, so I guess she kept her
mouth shut, and I appreciate that, although... I do have some guilt about
the things I did. She was just a child. A sexy child, who seemed to know
exactly what she wanted, and how to get it... but she was a just a child.
The sweetest, loveliest child in the world. For a moment, for a brief
frozen moment in time, I held her in my arms and loved her. Well, I still
love her, even though I haven't seen her in six years. I practice loving
her like some people practice religion, loving a mysterious magical force
that cannot be seen or sensed, but is believed to exist, somewhere. I know
she's out there, somewhere, just being lovely, and I love her for it. I
know I'm a little crazy. Age just does that.

Of course I wonder what happened to her. Things had seemed to be looking
up, last time I talked to her, her mom had dumped Mr. HitsHard and was
dating a man that Lili actually even liked. I hoped for the best for her. I
had a thought, several times, of trying to stay in touch with her for when
she got a cell phone, when I could communicate a little more privately with
her... but it just wasn't possible. Once school started and the water area
of the park closed down, it was over. She visited a few times, one really
notable Saturday afternoon, but I'd already felt the separation start. I
had to accept it, that she was through with me. Kids don't really taper
down. When they're done with you, they're done. It's over. She didn't seem
to regret what we did, or harbor resentments towards me, the fact that I'd
spent the last six years as a free man showed me that. She could have
slapped me in the pen with my name and a dozen words, she knew where I
lived, and she knew intimate details about my body that would have had a
judge throwing the book at me. My life was in her hands, wherever those
hands ended up.

The last time she visited me we sat on my front porch and talked, and she
never even took her skates off. She told me they were moving out of Section
Eight housing, and that her mom was probably getting married. She seemed
happy, and I was happy for her. I hugged her, and she gave me a quick peck
on the cheek, and skated away. That was literally the last time I saw her.
I looked in vain every day at the splash pad next summer, but I never saw
her again. I still have my pictures, of course, and I know I should feel
bad about that, and erase every one... but I want something to hold on
to... I want to feel that intimacy again, with her. I loved the child
deeply. I know that doesn't justify the things I did, but I offer that as a
meager excuse. I loved her more than life. Whatever the price I have to
pay, to god or man, I'll pay it. She was worth it. Simply? I loved her.

I still take my grand-daughter to the waterpark, to the splash pad. It's
old and worn, now, the city hasn't maintained it properly. But the kids
have a good time. She's getting a little old for something as simple as the
splash pad, and so we also go to the big pool occasionally. My
grand-daughter still loves the park, though, and often, when I watch her in
the summer, we grab some lunch and head over there for several hours. She's
almost nine now, growing like a weed... and, although... she's right at the
start of what I used to consider my "target age"... I've carefully avoided
that trap. I love her dearly... as much as I ever loved Lilibeth, just at a
ninety degree angle. I have not and will not touch my grand-daughter in
anything other than grandfatherly love. I suppose I have grown up some,
over the years.

At the park, I'll sit there, and my mind will wander. I'll think,
inevitably, of Lili, and the times we sat at these very tables. I remember
her with joy, she was the brightest star in my life, and she gave me a
wonderful gift, the gift of herself. I cannot explain the distilled essence
of emotions that I feel for her, after six years, but love is still the
strongest. In spite of the thief of time, and the softening of memories, I
still love her as much as I ever did. Like I said, it's impossible to come
to the water park and not think of her. That's what I do, almost every day
now. The happinesses and warm fuzzies of my life are now few and far
between. She, the memories of her, are some of the few remaining ones left
to me.

One hot day, as summer dragged its claws in the dirt and turned into fall,
we went to the park. I knew it would close in a week or so, so I was kind
of trying to burn the girl out on it. She disappeared in middle of a gaggle
of other pre-teens, and I sat, drinking my sweet tea, enjoying the hot sun
on my face.

The afternoon passed, and at some point I heard some voices, and looked
over my shoulder. A group of older teenaged girls, maybe sixteen or
seventeen, had walked across the field beside the splash pad, and were
approaching the picnic tables. I looked back at the kids in the water,
trying to locate my grand-daughter, an old habit that was hard to break.

"Hey!" somebody said loudly behind me, and I turned. Two of the teens stood
directly behind me, staring at me, one looking nervous, and one looking
almost angry. Shit, I thought, what did I do now? I knew which direction
they'd come from, and it wasn't where we'd come from. I wondered if they'd
confused me with someone else.

The taller of the two walked around the table, and stood right in front of
me. I looked up at her, a little cowed by her intense barely-in-control
stance. She stood, her hands cupped, and dangling beside her hips. Her face
was hidden in shadow, silhouetted by the almost blinding sun behind her. A
magical aura of windblown hair floated around her head. I knew she was
gorgeous, I'd seen her for a fraction of a second when she was behind me,
and I could just tell, from the way she had carried herself. I just knew
it. I wondered just who the hell she was, and who the hell she thought I
was.

"Now!" she commanded, and my mind blanked. That didn't make any sense. Now?
Now what?

She waited a few seconds, leaned down, and finally she was just a foot from
my face. I'm sure I looked kind of scared by then. She was intimidating, to
say the least. I wondered about the condition of her mental health. I was
aware of some of the mothers at other tables watching the scene, curious. I
was a little curious, too. But... I was beginning to see a vauge
resemblance, in spite of the back-lighting... understanding began to dawn,
at that moment.

She leaned a few inches closer, and placed her hands on my upper legs. She
was so close I could smell her sweet breath in my nostrils. I could see her
plainly, now. The touch of her hands on my legs was almost hot, through my
jeans. She softly said in a tightly controlled voice, "Fuckin' now, you
preverted old fart. Fuckin' kiss me, now!"

I closed my eyes as tears began streaming beneath the lids. My whole body
shook. I placed my lips in the kissing position, leaned forward and felt a
brief contact, just a few seconds, as she pressed her lips to mine. It was
the single most wonderful, sexiest kiss of my entire life. It was closure,
I realized, to an incredible chapter of my life. I had needed it, all these
years. I slumped, my mind in turmoil.

I finally opened my eyes, but all I could see was a blur, because of the
tears. She still stood right in front of me, but I couldn't see her face. I
finally felt her sit beside me, on the rough concrete bench.

"Shit," she half-said, half-whispered in my ear, "I didn't mean for you to
cry a river."

"Lilibeth, baby," I stammered. My mouth didn't work very well. I couldn't
get words out fast enough. "How you been, darlin'? How's it going for you?"

We talked for maybe twenty minutes, as her friend hovered impatiently in
the background. At one point my grand-daughter showed up, puzzled. I
started to introduce the two, but I knew that she wouldn't remember Lili,
she wasn't even three that summer. I got my eyes dried, and looked at her.
I could easily see the Lilibeth in her, now that she was out of the sun,
and now that I knew who she was. She had turned out wonderfully. She was
beautiful beyond my ability to describe. She had fabulous heavy-lidded
dreamy sleepy eyes, and the fattest naturally-red lips I've ever seen. She
was, and I know I've said it before, incredible.

She told me where they lived now, on the far side of town, and that she
would be a senior next school year. Her mom was still married, to Mr.
Right, which pleased me. The girl needed some stability.

"Are you happy, darlin'?" I whispered, and she looked down, her face
serious for a moment. She looked back up to me.

"Yeah," she said, like it was a surprise to her. "Yeah, I think I am."

"I think of you, every day," I said, and the tears started again.

"I think of you a lot, too," she said softly.

"I loved you, Lili..." I said. "I've loved you every day, since then. I
will always love you."

"I know," she said, "I've always felt it. Thank you. Thank you for
everything."

"No, darlin'... thank you..." I said, and hugged her, hoping she wouldn't
flinch away. She didn't, and we sat there for a moment, rocking and
squeezing each other. When I released her, she slowly stood.

"Look," she said, "I gotta go. You still live over on...?" she motioned
over her shoulder.

"Yeah," I said, "Yeah, I do."

"I'll stop by an' see you sometime," she said. "I get the car every other
day. I'll stop by."

"Please," I said. I knew nothing would come of it, other than a friendly
visit. Just two old friends, seeing each other. I hungered for that, for
just a few simple minutes of her company.

She leaned down and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. "See you later, old
fart," she said, and I watched her walk away, laughing and talking to the
other girl. About that time my grand-daughter returned.

"Pop-pop," she said, "who was that girl?"

"Just a friend," I said. "It's a long story. Are you about ready to go,
darlin'?"





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