Perverts 'R' Us

Pretending

By Valleyal ( M/g, rom, nosex )

Hi. My name is Heather and I am ten years old. I turn eleven in August. My best friend Ashley is already eleven as she had her birthday in April. I live with my Momma in a little town in East Alabama. That is, when I am not staying over with Ashley and her Dad. I am over there sort of a lot.

I love my Momma lots. It is just that I don't want to be like her when I grow up. I know she means well. It is sort of hard to put into words.

My Momma likes guys. My Momma likes guys a lot. My Momma likes guys a way lot. She just likes all the wrong kind of guys. If you are a bum, then you are just the kind of guy my Momma likes.

I guess when she was growing up, the way it used to be was that the husband went out and worked and the wife stayed home. That way she could watch soap operas and maybe clean a little. Then on the weekends, they could go out to the clubs and get drunk and stuff.

That is not the way things are now. If you are going to get a guy to pay for stuff then what the girl has gotta do is put out. The kind of guys out there who want this are bums. They are not nice guys. My Momma attracts bums.

When I was real little I used to wish my Momma and Ashley's Dad to get together. That way Ashley and I could be real sisters. I wanted this for a long time. Eventually it became obvious that this was never gonna happen. Still, sometimes I would pretend that this was gonna happen.

Ashley's Dad is like a Boy Scout, just all grown up. He takes some getting used to. He can be so corny and so square, and the funny thing is he doesn't even know it. What is so easy to see is that he loves Ashley so much. I guess that is what first drew my attention, wanting to be loved and cared for so much.

He is not a hottie like Jessie McCartney. He is not even an old hottie like Leonardo deCaprio. I think he was like about thirty when Ashley was born, so he is real old now. Maybe not Senior Citizen and Lawrence Welk old just yet, but he is way old compared to Ashley and me.

What he is is way sweet. He is like the fairy tale knight in shining armor that comes to your rescue a lot. Sometimes you don't even know he came to your rescue until way later. Since he is in shining armor, you don't see what he looks like until he takes the armor mask off. It is not that he is ugly. I guess some thirty or forty something year olds would consider him cute enough.

Also, what he is is way good to me. Sometimes Ashley's Mom fusses at him lots, because of me being over there so much. She fusses at him lots about anything about me. I know she considers me to be nothing more than trash. I can't help it, that that is the way I have grown up. But, he always defends me and lets me know I can come over anytime I want to. I think all he has ever really asked me to do is to just be a good friend to Ashley.

I know that Ashley wants to live with him permanently. That way she could live with him all the time and then just visit lots with her Mom. I think there used to be lots of tension about this in the past. The way they settled this is that her Mom has custody and gets the child support check, and then Ashley just stays at her Dads most all the time except when her Mom fusses that she isn't around enough and she stays there some until she can go back more to her Dad's. If this sounds complicated, it sort of is, but it is not so real complicated when you get used to it.

I think I said earlier that he is like the last Boy Scout for real. I remember when we were little, he bought a book which had all the fairy tales and every night would read one of the stories to us as we got ready for bed. I know he would read one of the stories to Ashley when it was just the two of them, but when I was over he would always include me too. By the time we were like in the first grade, Ashley had sort of outgrown having fairy tales read to her. After she told him this, he kinda stopped. What was funny was he seemed so disappointed. He didn't say anything about it and I don't think Ashley even noticed. But I sure did notice how disappointed he got. It was like he treasured the time reading to us.

He is always doing unexpected stuff like that. Like at the beginning of the school year, I always get some new school clothes, just like Ashley does. Or at Christmas time I know that he got up most of the gifts for me under the tree and not Santa Clause. When you have sometimes in the past done without, it sort of makes you appreciate when you do get stuff.

You should see him when we go to Six Flags. It is like he is a little boy again. His eyes get so big and sparkly when we ride roller coasters. And after about the fiftieth time that day when he has asked if you are having a good time and you are real tired of him asking that, it still gets you inside that he is so concerned over us being happy.

What is also so funny is that he doesn't have his girlfriends around so much when Ashley and I are around. It is not that he is a hermit. It is like he wants to set a good impression and a good example for Ashley and me. Coming from where I do, where my Momma may have had one guy sleeping over last night, some other guy over tonight, and a different guy over tomorrow, I can sort of see the logic of what he is trying to do.

He is also a hugger. Maybe he doesn't hug Ashley as much as when she was real little, but I think that is more Ashley than him. Still, he hugs her every chance he can get. You can see how he brightens up every time she lets him. But it is not just Ashley. He hugs his Mom every time he sees her. He hugs every old aunt. He hugs every old church lady on Sundays. He hugs everybody, even me. At first I was so surprised that wow someone would actually want to hug me. But he is so sincere about it that I like it lots too.

Also, I can talk to him about stuff, even stuff that I can't share with Ashley. He doesn't laugh about it or make fun of me when maybe what it was that I was so concerned about turns out to be minor. He doesn't go tattling about it either. It is like he can keep a secret. I can ask him for advice when there isn't anyone else to turn to.

I used to always pretend he was my Dad too. It is not like I would have to come out and say it. He could sort of guess it out by being around me so much. He has always told me that I had a home there and could come by anytime it was maybe getting too bad at home with me and my Momma.

I remember the first time I did this. This was maybe when I was in first or second grade. My Momma and the guy she brought home were getting way too rowdy. It was getting to be more than I could take, so I walked over there. I think he had a girlfriend over, but I'm not sure, since she disappeared real fast. What I do remember most is that he held me in his arms while I cried and then fell asleep. When I woke up the next morning he was still holding me in his arms. I have never felt safer or more loved in my life.

Last week the three of us went to Six Flags. I had a real good time. Later in the day, it started to rain real hard and we had a thunderstorm. I have always been real scared of thunder and lightning. After dropping Ashley off, we got to my Momma's and there were cops everywhere arresting everybody. I was like so scared and so embarrassed, but Mr. Mike was so sweet about it. He got out in the rain and talked to the cops and took care of it. He then came back and said I could stay with him as long as necessary. I guess I was sort of out of it then, seeing my Momma handcuffed and arrested and all.

Then when the lightning landed close by and the electricity went off I sort of lost it. All I could do was scream and panic. But Mr. Mike, as usual, came to my rescue. He just picked me up and held me all the time telling me it would be all right. When the lightning crashed and the power went off I was in the tub. But Mr. Mike wrapped me in a big towel and picked me up and carried me to the couch. He held me and tried to comfort me and stuff.

When I had calmed down I began to notice that his thingy was getting an erection. It was not the first time I had ever been in his lap or the first time I had noticed him getting an erection. This time it was different, because it was touching against the back part of my bare leg and also because this was like the first time he didn't have on anything under the robe he had on and the robe was open where my leg was.

But, he was getting all self-conscious about it, saying he needed to get up and stuff since this wasn't appropriate. I just wanted him to hold me and make me feel all safe and like everything was going to be all right.

So I pretended like I was all scared of the thunder and lightning again so I knew he wouldn't leave. Also, it was sort of exciting, his thingy touching me. I definitely was pretending I didn't notice that. But he kept on insisting that he needed to get up and go to his room and I should go to Ashley's room.

What I wanted to do was fall asleep in his arms. I had him pinned under me sitting in his lap with him leaned way back. I had my head on his shoulder, using it as a pillow. I just twisted around so that he was behind me and I tucked his right arm under me and used that as a pillow. Also, I kind of made sure the towel pulled up when I twisted around.

He about freaked then. We were on our sides and his thingy was lined up, poking against one of my butt cheeks. He really started insisting that he needed to get up and go to his own bed. I just kept on begging him to stay and hold me. I was still pretending I didn't notice his thingy though I was definitely very much noticing it.

Finally when he had said something like they send people to jail for stuff like this, I then told him that I knew he would never do anything to hurt me and then to pretend I had on lots of underwear. I would pretend I didn't notice his thingy through his underwear and pajamas and robe. Then when I twisted some more to get comfortable so it wasn't poking me in the cheeks, but was now aimed down the middle of my crack, he got sort of speechless. I just begged him a few more times not to leave and to please just hold me.

When he didn't then get up I just snuggled closer to him. What happened next was like wow. It started squirting out sticky stuff all in my butt crack and some on the back of my legs. It is like he must really think I am pretty and stuff and care about me a whole lot if I can make his thingy do all that.

Then he started to freak again. I thought he was almost going to cry. He was scared I was going to have him arrested or something. No way. I was like, wow.

So, to calm him down I told him to please hold me and let me fall asleep in his arms. I would pretend like he hadn't just squirted all over me. I wanted him to pretend too. And if it squirted any more we could pretend that too.

So I reached back and lined him up again leaning my butt into him asking him to rock me to sleep just like this. His thingy started to grow again. I kept leaning my butt against him like this until then he started leaning too. When I felt it pushing against my butt hole I heard him sigh.

I don't snore so I guess my pretend snore that I then started probably sounded sort of fake. But he finally took the hint. His thingy was now going in my butt.

Next I heard him sigh under his breath that he was really going to like pretending. I know that I am going to like pretending too.