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The Computer Tutor - (Mf, Mast, 1st, Oral, Con)
by Girl Luvr
*DISCLAIMER*
This is a work of pure fiction involving consensual sex between
an adult and an under age girl as she explores her developing sexuality.
This story should not be read by the overly sensitive, where it's
legally or morally forbidden, or by anyone under the legal age for your
country. Any similarity between real persons or events is purely
coincidental and no offense is intended.
You may perhaps find the story a little clinical and long-winded
for your taste. Well I am sorry but I don't like stories where the
narrator has their partner undressed by the end of the first paragraph,
having an orgasm in the third and large doses of passionate sex in every
second sentence. I also detest stories involving forced sex, rape, or
violence so don't expect anything like that.
I should explain that when I write my stories, I have no clear
plot. It starts with a simple idea and develops as it goes along.
Sometime my ideas dry up and I do nothing for months. In this case it
was a job I did for a client which happened exactly as I describe it in
Chapter 1. It was this that prompted me to write the story and this
chapter is completely accurate apart from some minor changes to suit the
story. My wife is alive and well, names have been changed for obvious
reasons, the family concerned lives on the other side of town, and the
husband is very much alive and well. The balance of the story is a
figment of my overworked imagination and the events described have
never, nor will ever happen.
Feel free to use the story for your own pleasure, or repost it
with no changes as long as it is complete. You may not use it to benefit
yourself or anyone else financially.
My previous stories were.
STRANGE MEETING.TXT
NEWSPAPER GIRL.TXT
NEW NEIGHBOURS.TXT
Prologue
He sat alone in his workshop staring at the flickering screen of the
computer monitor as it was displaying a short video.
The displayed image was of himself sitting nude on a chair facing
the unseen camera. An attractive equally nude young girl appeared from
off screen, climbed onto his lap and sat with her legs straddling his
lap, then reaching down, lifted his penis upward and closed her legs to
hold it in that position. The effect made it look almost as if it was
hers and as she pointed toward the camera with an huge grin said, "Look,
I have a cock now."
He continued to watch the events portrayed for another 10 minutes.
Then for probably the twentieth time in the last few days, he sat
looking at the picture on the screen with a look of indecision on his
face. Each time he had watched it, the same thought crossed his mind,
"This is instant jail if it is ever found on my computer," and on each
occasion he had almost clicked delete, but been unable to bring himself
to do so. He hesitated, clicked on the Start button to run the 10-minute
sequence again and as he watched the screen a pensive look crossed his
face. He closed his eyes and his mind drifted back to how this had started.
Chapter 1: About 6 weeks previously.
My name is Brett Richards and this is the story of my first sexual
experience with a young preteen girl.
I am 60 years old, but have been told that I look as if I was in my
late 40's or early 50's. For the past 25 years I have worked as an
electronics technician in my small workshop. Until recently I had been
reasonably happily married but I have been alone now for 2 years as a
result of a tragic car accident that had killed my wife. My children
have all grown up and now live in other cities so I have no close family
nearby.
On the memorable day this story started, I was at my workbench with
a smoking soldering iron in my hand when the phone rang. As I picked it
up I recognized the voice as that of Andrea Bradford, a client to whom I
had sold a computer over 3 years previously. She now wanted Email
facilities installed in the computer for use in her small business and
perhaps for the children to use. Although I have seen her from time to
time when she purchased toner for her laser printer, the computer was
relatively old and I had not seen it since I installed it so I suggested
that I call to see what type of modem would fit.
Later that day I drove the short distance to the house and met at
the door by Andrea whom accompanied me through the house to the small
room she used as an office. As we passed the open door to the lounge, I
saw 3 children lying on the floor looking at TV. The last time I had
been in the house I remembered her daughter Joanna had been a bright and
cheery girl about 8 or 9 years old and Ryan had been a very hyperactive
boy a couple of years younger, so I wondered who the other girl was.
Andrea saw my glance and as she ushered me into the computer room
commented, "Joanna has her cousin staying over the weekend."
I removed the computer case and found that all internal slots were
used leaving an external Modem as the only option. I replaced the cover
and spent a few minutes working on an estimate of the costs involved,
then turned to talk to Andrea. As I did so I realized that Joanna had
walked in and had climbed up onto a low filing cabinet behind me and was
watching what I was doing with a look of interest on her face.
As I looked at her I became suddenly aware how much she had grown
since I had last seen her. As I stared something passed between us, I
have no idea what, Chemistry, physical attraction, something from a past
life, or even a premonition of what would come, I cannot explain it.
I thought that she was probably about 12 or 13 and perhaps a little
tall for her age. When I had last seen her, she was a plump little girl
of about 9, but now she was developing into a very attractive young
lady. She had slightly olive skin, a rather husky voice, shoulder length
dark hair, intensely brilliant almost hypnotic blue eyes, just a hint of
developing breasts under her sweatshirt and was obviously in the early
stages of developing into a young woman. Although she had slimmed down a
lot, she still had that slightly plump puppy-fat look that many
prepubescent girls have, a feature that somehow I had always found very
appealing. The effect was enhanced by the fact that she was now sitting
at a height which put her legs almost at the same level as my head,
which meant I could not help getting fleeting glimpses under her skirt
as she moved.
Trying to shake the strange feeling I had, I started talking to
Andrea about what I would do, all the time I struggled not to make it
obvious that I was staring at Joanna. She was chattering away and asking
some quite intelligent questions, and in the end I finished up spending
more than an hour there just talking about the Internet, simply because
I was enjoying the closeness to the daughter. I must confess the
tantalizingly brief glimpses of her panties were attractive but
eventually I could delay departure no longer.
A few days later the modem arrived and I made arrangements to call
and finish the job. Andrea was very busy but we decided Friday was the
most convenient time and she suggested two possible times. I chose the
later hoping Joanna would be home from school.
I arrived at about 4:00 p.m and installed the Modem, tested it,
setup the Internet connection and installed the latest release of
Internet Explorer, then showed Andrea how to use the Email facilities
and checked that she understood. All the time Joanna stood alongside the
computer and watched with interest. The feelings that I had with her
standing 6 inches away were rather than strange and something I could
not understand.
As I was getting up to leave, Joanna spoke for the first time since
I had arrived and asked a question about finding information. I sat down
again and was soon embroiled in a demonstration of what to do with the
browser and how to use Internet Search Engines. Soon it became apparent
that she had a quick mind and was assimilating information like a
sponge, but after about 40 minutes I reluctantly said that I had to
leave, feeling somehow sad that I wouldn't see Joanna again for a long time.
However, late one afternoon about 10 days later I had a panic phone
call from Andrea who said her young son had deleted the old DOS based
accounting software that she used. About 30 minutes later I was sitting
in front of the computer and within 20 minutes had recovered the
complete program and its data files then setup a basic backup system to
help avoid a similar occurrence. Andrea was much relieved and I was
preparing to leave when Joanna arrived home from school. After disposing
of her bag she immediately came into the room and started asking
questions. It took about 20 minutes to answer these then I had to excuse
himself and returned to finish urgent job that I had abandoned to help
my distressed client.
About three days later Andrea and Joanna suddenly arrived at his
workshop door and to my great surprise Joanna handed me a bottle of
wine, while Andrea said, "This is just a small present for saving me a
huge amount of work".
When I protested that it wasn't necessary and I was just doing my
job, something she would be charged for, but she replied that she knew
that but wanted to give me this as a special thanks for saving her
accounts. I have to say I was a little stunned and not knowing what else
to do, I thanked them and as they just happened to be sitting on the
shelf behind me, I gave Joanna the last 6 months issues of an Internet
magazine to read.
After they left, I returned to my workbench and although I did
occasionally wonder how they were getting on, as far as I was aware that
was the end of the matter.
How little I knew!
Chapter 2: The Fantasy begins.
Perhaps at this point I should explain.
I have always had a liking and affinity for young girls and seem to
get on well with them which is something I had never been able to fully
explain. I had repressed it as much as possible while my wife was alive,
but I have to admit that I had always loved to watch my daughter nude.
As far as my wife would allow, I had always encouraged the family to
wear as little as possible in the house. I personally enjoyed the
freedom but it was only in later years that I admitted to myself that my
real reason was so I just loved to look at her without clothes, and much
as I had been tempted, I had never touched her. All this ended when she
started to enter puberty, but in recent years as I became more aware of
my obsession with nude young girls, I had become rather a connoisseur of
their anatomy and hunted pictures on the Internet. I had never ceased to
be amazed that for such a simple thing, just how much variation there
was in that small area between their legs.
I had also enjoyed the odd time I had seen my niece's nude, and over
the many years of doing house calls as part of my job, there had been a
number of times where I have been able to watch young girls playing
nude. At times these even involved quasi-sexual activities and I had
always enjoyed these when they occurred. I still remember vividly the
occasion that that had occurred more than 30 years previously that
perhaps triggered my fascination with young girls.
Before I was married I was working behind a valve Black and White TV
while the lady of the house had gone off to do the washing. She left her
daughter playing with toys just in front of the set and I had taken
little notice of her. I happened to look up to see that she was sitting
with her legs apart and had put her hand inside her panties and was
rubbing herself between the legs. She was quite unconscious of the fact
that I was watching her and seemed to be very deliberate in what she was
doing. I could not take his eyes off the scene and was almost
disappointed to hear the mother return. I had quickly returned to the
job I was doing quite shaken at the reaction I had experienced.
Since then I had always remained a strictly passive onlooker but
always remembered the rare occasions like this with a great deal of
pleasure. Regrettably changes in the type of equipment I serviced meant
that I rarely go to clients homes so even this pleasure was denied to me
so for this reason it was almost with a tinge of anticipation that about
2 weeks later, I had a phone call.
I again recognized Andrea's voice as she said, "Hello Brett. I have
a request."
"Sure, what can I do for you Andrea."
"Joanna has become much more interested in the computer and keeps
pestering me with questions that I cannot answer. I wonder if I could
pay for an hour or so of your time and have you help her and me out."
He replied, "Well I have time on Saturday morning. How about
10:00am. Can you make that?"
"Thanks Brett. I can leave Ryan with Dad so unless something
happens, we will see you on Saturday."
I hung up the phone then realized that I again had that strange
sensation in my stomach at the thought of seeing Joanna again. I had no
idea why she was causing a reaction like that in me and the more I
thought about it, the more angry I got with myself thinking, 'What the
hell is wrong with me, she is only a 12 year old kid for heavens sake.'
Chapter 3: Arrangements
On Saturday morning there was a knock on the workshop door and as I
called "Come in," Joanna and her mother walked in and before I could say
a word, Andrea said, "I am very sorry Brett. I've had a call to visit a
customer and cannot stay. Would it be O/K if I left Joanna here and
picked her up in about an hour."
I replied, "That's fine by me and I am sure that she will be no
trouble at all."
Andrea excused herself, but before leaving in typical mother
fashion, she admonished Joanna to be good and do what I said.
I got a second chair for Joanna and no sooner had she sat down, she
launched into a series of questions on a variety of subjects. Several
times she would lean forward in front of me to point to something on the
screen and quite innocently place her other hand on my knee to support
herself. Her closeness was quite disconcerting and when she turned and
look at me with those amazing blue eyes, I found it hard to concentrate
on what she was saying. I had been this close to my niece's many times
without any reaction and yet with Joanna my heart was beating and my
mouth dry just from being alone with her. Why?
It was just over an hour when her mother returned but the time had
gone by so fast that it only felt like 10 minutes. I almost felt
disappointed when Andrea arrived to collect Joanna and pay for the time.
Joanna's first comment to her mother was, "Its not fair, I didn't have
enough time to ask half the questions that I wanted. Then much to my
surprise turned to me and continued, "can I come back next Saturday?"
"I am sorry Joanna, but you will have to ask your mother that."
"Please can I mum?"
Andrea replied, "I'm sorry Joanna, but I don't think I can afford it
to often."
"But Mum!"
I listened to this interchange and although I didn't have the
faintest thought of anything improper, because of the attraction I just
wanted to have her near so I said, "I have an idea. Saturday morning is
not really my work time. I quite enjoy Joanna's company as it gets quite
lonely here sometimes. How would it be if we do a deal for some of the
small goods that you distribute in exchange for some time each Saturday
morning?"
"Hey that's great," said Joanna.
Andrea hesitated, looked at Joanna's begging look, then agreed. We
worked out the details and decided to make it the same time each
Saturday morning. As we lived only a few blocks apart Joanna could bike
here and so started a pattern that continued unchanged for about 6
weeks. During this time Joanna gradually opened up and seemed to feel
more comfortable around me, and with a bit of gentle prompting she
started calling me by my Christian name. Apart from the computer
discussions, she started talking about her home life, school and friends
and I had the distinct impression that she was using me to replace her
missing father. I had no idea where he was, all I know was that he had
never been on the scene in the time I had known the family.
On my part I treated her rather like a granddaughter, and on several
occasions, Andrea rang and asked if she was any trouble. I assured her
that I was enjoying having Joanna around and that it made up for my lack
of contact with my real grandchildren.
Then, on the following week, there was a change.
On the Friday the phone rang and Andrea's voice said, "Hi Brett it's
Andrea. I am sorry but I don't think Joanna will be there to tomorrow."
"I'm sorry to hear that, I hope she is not to ill."
"No she's fine, it is just that I have to go away on business. Ryan
is staying with my dad but he has a tiny flat and the two of them would
be cramped, plus he and Joanna don't get on very well. I have to ring
around my friends to find somewhere for Joanna to stay and she may be to
far away to get to you."
"That's all right Andrea, I understand however I have a suggestion.
If you cannot find anywhere more suitable, I would be more than happy to
have her stay here. I get a bit lonely here on my own sometimes and it
is nice to have visitors."
There was a silence on the phone that was so prolonged that I
thought she had gone, when she said, "Are you quite serious Brett?"
"Yes of course."
"Can you hold on please....."
I heard faint voices on the phone and when she returned, she said,
"Joanna says she would rather stay with you if that is possible."
"Tell her I would really enjoy it, but are you sure you are happy
with the idea?"
"Yes and it would make things so much easier. I have to fly out
early on Friday morning so my father can collect Ryan from school on
Friday afternoon and Joanna will bike to your place when she finishes
half an hour later if that's O/K with you?"
"Not at all, I will really be glad of the company and she can arrive
any time on Friday afternoon."
After some exchange of phone numbers and final instructions, Andrea
said goodbye and hung up leaving me with my heart was pounding in my
chest and my throat so dry I had to hurriedly get a drink of water.
'What the hell have I done?' was all I could think, 'Can I control
myself?'
Chapter 4: Friday afternoon.
Friday finally arrived and I struggled to maintain my concentration
all day as my mind kept thinking about the arrival of my visitor. The
day seemed to drag interminably but eventually at about 4:30 Joanna
arrived with a cheery "Hi Brett."
I showed her where to store her bike and only then was I able to
really take note of my attractive young guest. She was wearing a loose
white blouse with the ends brought up and tied around her waist. Below
this were a pair of what looked like bike shorts leaving a 3" bare strip
around her midriff. I was just about to ask what she wanted to do until
dinnertime when she asked, "Can I look up some stuff on the computer."
I wanted to give the impression of nonchalance so I said, "I have an
important job to complete," as I waved in the general direction of the
computer and continued, "so help yourself."
Sitting to one side and surreptitiously watching as she moved, I
realized that the shorts she was wearing were so tight that it made the
soft lines of her body incredibly visible. My eyes traced a line down
over the loose fitting blouse that successfully hid any hint of her
upper figure. I was drawn inevitably to the little visible strip of soft
flat tummy and lower to where she was dressed in tight pale blue bicycle
shorts made of a soft flexible material like Spandex or Lycra. Although
barely visible from the side, perhaps it was my fertile imagination but
I am sure I was looking at an unusually puffy little pubic mound.
With a wrench I dragged my gaze away and tried to concentrate on the
job in front of me while Joanna chattered away about her day, quite
unconscious of the effect she was having on me. She talked all the time,
about how good she was in school, and at sports and in particular
swimming which was her favorite, and about how many badges she was
awarded in girl scouts. If it wasn't for the fact that she had that
incredibly soft husky voice with a wonderful hypnotizing quality, I
think I would have told her to shut up. But I found myself even more
irresistibly drawn to her, and despite her young age I was constantly
amazed at her self-confidence.
After about 20 minutes she finished what she wanted to look up and
came and stood behind me and watched what I was doing. I noticed that
she had the delightfully sweet smell that some young girls seem to have
and this made my concentration waver. Fortunately I was only doing the
final assembly so I was able to finish in a few minutes and as my
workshop is separate from the house, I suggested it was time to close
and go inside.
As we passed through the Kitchen into the hall, I indicated to the
left and said, "This is the Bathroom and the bedroom you will use is
across the hall. I hope you will be comfortable there. It used to be my
daughters and still has her old TV and Stereo and I have my second
computer there as well. You are welcome to use any of them if you wish."
She opened the door and as she spied the queen sized bed she
exclaimed, "Wow! Look at that bed! I've never slept in a bed that big
before. It'll be fun. Thanks for letting me stay Brett."
"Well when you have unpacked, you can watch TV in here, or in the
lounge or you can come into the Kitchen where I will be getting us
something to eat. Would you like a Pizza? Do you like pepperoni?
"Cool! That's yummy. I love it."
I left her to it and went to the Kitchen to prepare the pizza dough
when a few minutes later she arrived and asked what she could do. I was
using a bread-maker that had just about finished its cycle so between us
we had it made and in the oven cooking in less than 20 minutes.
While we waited for it to cook, we sat in the lounge and watched a
wildlife documentary while I had a beer and Joanna had a couple of
cokes. Once the Pizza was cooked and eaten and we had disposed of the
dishes I said, "I want to watch the news on TV and then a film
afterward. You can watch it here with me, have a bath or shower, watch
TV in your bedroom or you can use the spare computer that you will find
under that cover in your bedroom"
"I think I'll have a shower if that's O/K"
"Please Joanna, treat this like your home. You can do whatever you
like and you don't need to ask first."
She smiled and said, "O/K" then left and shortly I heard the shower
running. About 15 minutes she arrived back in the lounge wearing light
robe that didn't quite conceal a very chaste neck to knee pink cotton
nightdress and said, "That was great, I really was a bit sweaty after
school. Thanks again for having me stay Brett. As long as you don't mind
I think I will go and surf the net for a while."
To my great surprise, she lent over and gave me a peck on the cheek,
then left me with the vision of her cute nighty clad bottom leaving the
room.
Chapter 5: Friday night
I got engrossed in the film but about half way through, they had a
break for a regular news broadcast so I decided to see if Joanna wanted
a hot drink. She had left the door closed but slightly ajar, and I
suppose I should have knocked, but you tend to get out of the habit when
living alone so without thinking I opened it and walked in.
I don't think she heard me as she had the stereo playing, and the
first thing I noticed was that the screen was displaying a picture of a
man with a very large erect penis. I took a step forward just as she
clicked on a link and the image changed to the same man about to mount a
woman from the rear.
I said, "Hello Joanna, what are you looking at."
Her head jerked around with a look of utter horror on her face and
then snapped back as she frantically tried to close the pages before I
could see them. In her haste all she succeeded in doing was locking the
computer up with one of the more explicate pictures displayed. After
unsuccessfully trying to close this incriminating page, she burst into
tears and fled the room and locked herself in the bathroom.
I shut the computer down then stood outside the bathroom door and
for a few minutes listened to the sobbing from within then I called out,
"Please Joanna, come out and talk. There is nothing wrong in what you did."
"Bu, Bu, but ...... what is Mum going to say?" came the plaintive
voice from the other side of the door.
"Look Joanna, what you do here is our business and there is no way I
am going to say anything to your mother."
After a few minutes of silence there was the sound of the lock
turning and a tear stained face looked around the door saying, "Your not
going to tell her? Promise?"
"Of course not silly. I think a bit of healthy curiosity is a good
thing at your age. Please come out and I will make us both a hot drink
and we can talk about it."
I held out my hand to her and she hesitatingly took it and as we
walked back to the lounge I saw she was wiping her eyes with the back of
her hand so I passed her a tissue. As she sat on the Sofa I said, "You
make yourself comfortable there and I will be back in a minute."
I busied myself making two steaming cups and as I returned the first
thing she said, "Did you really mean it when you said you are not going
to tell mum?"
"Joanna, I like to think that we have become friends. Would you do
anything to destroy the friendship with one of your girlfriends?"
She hesitatingly said, "N, N, No, I suppose not."
"Well, nor would I so please don't worry. Unless you do something
dangerous, whatever you do here is our business and nobody elses."
At this point I was sitting on the couch while Joanna was sitting
with her legs doubled up under her with the steaming cup in her hands
and was still wearing the housecoat. As I finished talking she put down
the cup, threw her arms around my neck and hugging me closely with her
head on my shoulder and said, "Thank you, Thank you."
As I was not in the habit of hugging young girls there was more than
a little hesitation I put one arm around her and I gave her a
grandfatherly pat on the shoulder at the same time saying making inane
comment like, "There, There"
After sitting like this for a few minutes she said, "Mum makes me
wear this housecoat whenever we have visitors but not when it's just the
family. It's a little too warm so would you mind terribly if I took it off?"
"Of course not, wear whatever makes you feel comfortable Joanna."
She stood up and removed it and reached to pick up her cup of
chocolate which by now had cooled enough to drink. She returned the
empty cup to the table, then to surprise moved as close to me as
possible and settled with her back against my chest and her head resting
on my shoulder. She took my arms and pulled them around her tummy
seemingly quite content to be hugged, and while I was certainly aroused
by her closeness, I certainly had no intention of any more than just
enjoying her company.
We sat quietly there while I continued to watch the film but
occasionally she moved making my hand slipped downward a little. Each
time I had to carefully put it back around her waist until after the
third time I inadvertently placed it back a little to high and
accidentally touched her just forming breast. She flinched slightly and
I almost instantly realized my mistake and jerked my hand away and
glanced down to see if she was upset.
Joanna sat quite still for a about 15 seconds, then without saying a
word gently picked up my hand and moved it back so that it completely
covered her small budding breast. I was more than a little concerned as
I was unsure what was happening here. Even though it was a little
uncomfortable to hold my hand still, I very carefully avoided moving it
and sat without saying a word. We sat like this for a few minutes when
Joanna suddenly moved and with a little wriggle pulled up the hem of her
nightdress from where it hung below her knees up to her waist. Once she
had managed this she took my hand and lifting the hem of her nightdress,
placed my hand underneath and onto the firm low mound beneath.
To say I was shocked was an understatement and as I tried to take my
hand away I said, "Joanna, this isn't right. We shouldn't be doing this."
She turned to look at me with a slightly nervous look on her face,
then with a half smile whispered, "Please rub me there, I like it and it
gets so tender sometimes."
By that stage I could no more have denied her than jump off a cliff
so I gently started to rub the small but beautifully formed mound under
my fingers. Although I could not see it, it felt little more than a
small swelling under my hand. After a few minutes of gentle rubbing and
massage, I could feel her nipples swell and her breathing start to get
irregular. By then I was starting to feel nervous at what I was getting
involved in and my stomach was churning with indecision. Obviously thje
sensible decision was to stop there but my desire to continue made it
very difficult. Should I take try and push her away or let her continue?
My good sense got the better of me so I reluctantly tried to slowly take
my hand away.
She sat quite still for a few seconds, then taking my hand she again
moved it back over her breasts saying, "Please keep rubbing it like you
were. It fells so nice when you do it. Ever since my boobies started to
grow, they get tender and so very itchy and rubbing them myself just
doesn't feel the same."
I was still dubious but since it was obvious that she really wanted
me to continue I said, "I think that is what is called growing pains
Joanna. I have 5 or 6 different skin creams and moisturizers in the
bathroom cabinet. If you like to go and choose one I will rub some in
for you."
Joanna stood and again gave me a quick peck on the cheek, then left
the room and a few minutes later came back with a tube of cream but this
time, instead of sitting down, she started pulled off her nightdress.
"What are you doing Joanna?"
"I don't want to get cream all over my nightdress so I thought I
would take it off."
As the nightdress was dropped on the floor it revealed a delightful
softly rounded figure just starting to fill out with what would in time
be her adult curves. I could now see that her lovely breasts looked a
little larger than they had felt, and were about the size of half a
small grapefruit. She had small but quite prominent nipples set in the
middle of pink aureoles, and as all she was left wearing were a pair of
very chaste little girl type cotton panties the image created was quite
erotic.
This time instead of sitting alongside me, she handed me the tube of
cream then moved my arms and sat on my lap. I was already aroused and I
wondered if she could feel the pressure on her bottom but she gave no
indication of doing so. I squeezed a small amount of cream on my right
hand and started spreading it on her delightful breasts. She lay her
head on my neck and soon I noticed a faint crooning sound from her
throat, so I took that as an indication that she was enjoying it. To
support her, I had my left hand around her waist while my right was
dividing its time between her two breasts. Each time my fingers touched
her nipples she gave a little twitch and I was unable to decide if it
was erotic enjoyment or they were just tender, so I gently rolled the
nipples between my thumb and forefinger and said, "Do you like that?"
She almost hissed, "Oh yeeeessss, please keep doing it. That cream
makes it feel soooo nice." and gave her chest a wriggle as if to
emphasize what she was saying.
We sat was like this for about 10 minutes with my left hand resting
just under her breasts and my right very busy at the delightful task of
gently manipulating her nipples. Joanna seemed to enjoy every minute and
by now I was as stiff as a tent pole making me extremely uncomfortable
and wet. I desperately wanted to go further, but this desire was
tempered by my knowledge of the risks involved or even if Joanna would
welcome the advances. Finally I gave in to my desires and as I was
gently rubbing her tummy with my left hand. Gradually I started going
lower but there was no sign that she even noticed it and after a few
minutes I was just starting to work my fingers under the elastic band of
her panties.
Suddenly my conscience kicked in, 'What the bloody hell was I doing?
I'm utterly mad getting involved with a girl young enough to be my
Granddaughter. If she ever told anyone I would go to prison,' and a
dozen similar thoughts passed through my head.
I broke into a cold sweat as I realized the path that I had nearly
taken. Perhaps if I stopped she would not freak and tell anyone. As it
was now almost 10:30, I grabbed that as the first excuse I could think of.
"Joanna, I am sorry but I have just realized the time. It is getting
late and you my girl, should have been in bed an hour ago."
"But why, I was enjoying myself and I thought that you were as well."
"I'm sorry but you know what your mother said so we cannot go on,
and you need your beauty sleep," and gave her the best smile I could
hoping that it did not look contrived.
With that she reluctantly rose, picked up her clothes and with a
disappointed look said "Good Night Brett"
Once she had gone I ran a shower and frantically masturbated to get
rid of the frustrated feelings that I had.
Chapter 6: Saturday morning.
After a difficult and restless night I finally got to sleep about 1
am. Even so, I still woke much earlier than normal, so I was up and
making breakfast well before Joanna appeared at the kitchen door still
wearing her nightdress.
She gave a cheery "Good Morning," and seemed so bright that for the
first time since I had gone to bed I felt hopeful that she would say
nothing to her mother.
We had breakfast and she chatted away quite happily all the while,
then left to have a shower then pack the few clothes and toilet articles
she had brought. After that she sat watching some teenage pop program on TV.
I was in the middle of washing dishes when the phone went so I
called out, "Would you take that please Joanna."
I heard her snatches of voice faintly for about 3 minutes and could
distinguish phrases like, "He did - I had, we should," then the sound of
the phone being hung up.
"That was mum. She has landed and has to call to her store first
then she will call for me in about 30 minutes she thought."
Even though I realized how close I had come to a disaster, I was
feeling very sad and more than a little upset at the thought of her
leaving. About 9:45 her mother arrived and walked in the door carried in
a small carton which she set on the table and said, "You don't know now
much I appreciate you having Joanna to stay Brett. Here are some samples
of the goods that I distribute as a thank you"
I replied, "That wasn't necessary but I do appreciate it. She was no
problem and in fact it was a pleasure having her."
"Well I do have something else that I want to discuss but before I
do, would you mind if I have a word with Joanna in private."
As I said, "Sure, you can use the lounge," and while I tried to seem
cheerful, my overworked brain immediately went into overdrive, 'Oh god -
she has told her - I am dead or I am going to prison.'
A few minutes later they returned and Andrea said, "May I sit down?
I have a proposition for you."
"Give me a minute and I will make some coffee then we can sit in
comfort."
I was shaking and managed to cover it up and when prepared, I poured
three cups and once we were sitting at the table and Andrea continued
talking.
"I didn't tell you before, but the reason for my trip before, but I
had been asked to a meeting with the marketing manager of my company.
They are losing the agent for the territory next to mine and wanted to
know if I would like to do it as well as mine. At present we are just
making ends meet with the 25 hours a week I spend here, but this
addition will give me another 20 hours or more. This means that I will
have to be away from home a bit. At first I thought that I would have to
say no, but they have come up with a package to help pay for two nights
a week board for Joanna. My father really enjoys having Ryan to stay as
they have so much in common. However before I started to look for
somewhere for Joanna, I asked her what she thought if I was to talk to
you. She told me that she really enjoyed staying with you and would
really prefer to be with you if you would like to have her. It would be
Thursday and Friday nights almost every week. There may be the odd extra
night but I think they will be few and far between. Joanna could come
here on Thursday after school and she can bike to school on the Friday
morning and I will pick her up when I return mid afternoon on Saturday."
She paused then continued, "How do you feel about that as an idea?"
I replied, "I would love to have her. She is a joy to have around
and it makes a difference and I don't expect you to pay anything apart
from something for food."
Privately I was thinking, 'I could not say no anyway or Andrea would
wonder why. I will just have to be very careful, as I cannot risk
offending or upsetting Joanna.'
We sat for the next 30 minutes sorting out the details and then they
left with Joanna blowing me a kiss when her mother was not watching. The
following day I received an Email from Joanna just to thank me for my
kindness in letting her stay, but there was cryptic post script at the
end saying that her mother had given her a present and she would show me
when she saw me next Thursday.
To my surprise on Wednesday Andrea arrived at my workshop door with
a suitcase and said, "As Joanna is going to be staying on a regular
basis, here are some of her clothes and toilet essentials to save her
carrying them all the way here. I leave on my first sales trip tomorrow
quite early and I will pick her up sometime mid afternoon on Saturday."
I wished her well in her new venture and said goodbye.
Chapter 7 - Thursday afternoon.
It was with no small amount of apprehension that I awaited the
arrival of my young guest on Thursday. About 4:00pm she arrived right on
time, and gave me a bright "Hello" as she grabbed the house keys from
the hook on the wall and I heard her locking her bicycle in the garage
then quiet as she obviously took her school bag inside. After about 10
minutes she appeared back in the workshop having changed from her school
clothes into a pair of shorts and a blouse. As she arrived back in the
workshop she asked, "Hey Brett, are you using the Net."
"Go ahead. I won't need it again today."
I noted that she had started up my copy of ICQ, changed it to the
identity I had previously created for her, and was soon messaging some
of her friends around the world. This went on for the next hour and she
was acting so normal that I felt quite relieved that she seemed happy
with the situation.
When I closed the workshop we both went inside and sat in the lounge
to watch a bit of TV. I drank a couple of beers before preparing the
evening meal and as her mother had already told me that Joanna was
allowed one beer with a meal, she joined me. Joanna assisted me to make
a meal for us both, and after we had done the dishes we discussed what
was on TV. As there was a film that we both liked, Joanna said she was
going to have a shower and get comfortable.
I was sitting on the sofa as Joanna returned and I was secretly
pleased to see she was still wearing the neck to knee housecoat. She sat
down next to me on the sofa, and snuggled into my side and sat for a
while as we watched TV.
She suddenly turned to me and said, "Did you get my Email about the
present that mum bought me?"
"Yes"
"Well I promised that I would show you."
With that stood up and removed her housecoat then stood and
pirouetted so that I couldn't help but notice the outfit she had on.
This was a pale mauve baby doll top that just grazed the top of her
thighs. She lifted her arms and spun around again and this action lifted
the hem so I could see her delightful bottom was clad in a brief frilly
pair of matching panties. It was a change from the long nightdress she
usually wore and I was somewhat surprised that she would want to parade
around in front of me in such a revealing little outfit. I couldn't help
but think that was the last thing I needed to see right then.
With a huge grin she said, "I told mum that I hated the nightdress
she made me wear last week and it was also too warm and that I would
love a nicer one. It took quite a while but eventually she agreed to
this as long as I wore the house coat."
With that she sat down again while lifting my arm up and placing it
around her shoulders and rested her head on my chest. The closeness was
making me quite uncomfortable, as I knew that if she got closer she
would feel the effect she was having on me. I didn't want to just pull
away from her and have her think that I was upset with her. I
desperately felt the need to convince her that I could handle being
close to her, so I turned to her and began. "Joanna, I really think we
need to talk and get what happened last week out in the open."
"Honestly I am quite O/K with it, can't you see that," and with that
she leaned over and kissed me softly on the lips.
I got up and paced back and forth feeling quite agitated as I said,
"I don't understand why you are O/K with it. What I did to you was
horribly wrong. Men my age do not do that to young girls, and I have
felt terrible about it all week. I don't really understand why it
happened, and I need you to know that it won't EVER happen again."
Joanna watched me, and listened to what I said as I rambled on and
on. Half of the time I spoke, I sat on my haunches in front of her and
held her hands and paced back and forth for the rest.
Joanna listened patiently as I rambled, and it wasn't until I
finished that she spoke, "Please Brett, come sit down now. I want to
talk to you," and motioned me to sit beside her on the sofa.
She took my hands into hers, and looked into my eyes as she spoke
with a maturity that caught me off guard, "What happened last week was
my doing not yours. I really, really like you and you have been a very
good friend, so please don't blame yourself. If it happens again it will
be because I want it, not because you forced me."
I opened my mouth to say something but she put her fingers on my
mouth and said, "Shush, please let me finish. My grandfather and I don't
get on, and my real father left us ages ago, so I have no adult men in
my life that I can talk to. I don't know why but right from the start I
have felt far closer to you that any other man I have ever known. Mum is
great but sometimes I cannot seem to talk to her the way I would like
to, but for some reason I feel as if I can tell you anything and you
would understand."
With that she again sat on my lap and I am sure must have been able
to feel my erection, but said nothing, and did exactly what she had done
the previous week. She lifting the hem of her short nightdress and
placed my right had directly on her tiny breast and my left hand on her
tummy.
Although she had her back to me she looked around and said, "Please
rub them Brett."
I looked down and realized that the nighty was very thin and loose
fitting. So much so that I could see right down to where my hand was
just above her little mauve panties, and above that I see her budding
little breasts with her tiny pink nipples already erect and swollen from
the few minutes I had been touching them.
I started to rub her tummy and every time my hand came up, it would
bring her nighty with it, until the bottom of her nighty was now just
above the top of her panties. My other hand was rubbing her chest
between her little titties, then around them, under them, and beside
them. The whole time Joanna never tried to cover herself or stop me.
She turned and looked at me and said, "It feels nice when you rub
like that, but let me get more comfortable."
With that she got off my lap and with one graceful movement she
slipped of the shoulder straps of her nightdress, letting it fall to the
floor. She stepped out and did a slow turn as if to let me see every bit
of her body. The panties were quite tight sheer and as there was a lot
of lace so they really did little to conceal much with only the actual
crotch being covered by an internal gusset. She looked gorgeous and what
I had thought to be puppy fat in fact more like muscle, and I realized
that she had a quite well developed chest, which I attributed to her
intense interest in competitive swimming
"Do you like these on me Brett?"
"I think they make you look beautiful Joanna, and I don't know why
you don't have hoards of boys your own age falling over themselves to
chase you."
As she nestled herself back on my lap she said, "Yuck, I don't like
the boys at school. The ones my age are too silly for words and the ones
I like take no notice of me cos I am too young for them."
Without the nighty impeding movement, I had free rein to play with
her breasts and I could tell she was getting quite affected by the
constant rubbing pressure on her sensitive developing nipples. I finally
gave into my desires and slowly started moving one hand toward the
waistband of her panties. She seemed to suck her tummy in so I gently
slid my finger back and forth along the waistband when she suddenly
grabbed my wrist with both hands.
Thinking I had gone to far, I started to pull my hand away but she
seemed to fight against this and as I relaxed, she pushed it down inside
her panties. The instant my finger touched the top of her tiny slit, she
moved and opened her legs wide and she hissed, "Oh God!!!! rub there pl,
pl, pleeeeeeese."
As I started tickling her tiny clit, she suddenly stiffened let out
a moan and shuddered for a few seconds then sagged against me. Finally
she moved, opened her eyes and said, "I've rubbed myself down there
before I have never had a feeling like that. What was it?"
"That my dear girl, was an Orgasm."
"Is that what an orgasm is like? There has been a mention of it in
Sex Ed and I get tingles when I rub myself between the legs but nothing
like that has happened before."
She got off my lap and sat on her heels looking at me with a look
almost of hesitancy on her face when she suddenly said, "May I ask you
something Brett."
"Of course"
"Well remember that TV site you caught me watching."
"Yes"
"Well Sex Ed classes have talked about a mans erection, and I
suppose that was what I saw, but doesn't it hurt when it gets all stiff
like that? Is it like getting a stiff arm or something?"
I laughed, "No it isn't, it is actually quite nice but it is very
uncomfortable if confined in your clothes or it left like that with out
having an orgasm."
"You mean when you squirt the stuff out?"
I said, "Yes and after that it goes all soft and floppy for a while."
I was finding this discussion was making the pressure on my
uncomfortably erect shaft was becoming intolerable and it ached to be
free of the confines of the shorts that I was wearing when she said,
"Please. I would like to see it. I have seen Ryan but his is tiny."
"I am not sure that is a good idea. It is against the law and I
could get into very big trouble."
"Oh Brett, there is no way I am going to say anything. I like you
too much to ever do that. You say it is uncomfortable so why not take it
out."
"I would love to but I still feel this is wrong."
She laughed, "Oh don't be silly," and with that got of the settee
and with a slightly embarrassed look she slowly removed her panties and
stood there in front of me before slowly turning around to show herself off.
I was totally engrossed with the gorgeous sight of her completely
hairless groin so it took me a number of seconds to realize that she had
stopped. She was leaning forward to fumble with my belt and fly as she
said, "I have done it for you, so can I pull your shorts down now please?"
"Mmm . . . yes sweetheart," I could barely utter the words, I was so
intently focused on the vision in front of me and on the sensation of
having this sexy young woman positioned between my legs.
"Lift your bottom," she directed in the sweetest, coyest young voice.
I raised my body as she slid down my shorts and underpants together
and tossed them aside. Her eyes went very wide as she looked at my Dick,
then she looked up at me and giggled, "Gee it's so big and it sure looks
funny. Look at all that hair, I've never seen a man's thingie before,
only Ryan's and a baby cousin's and they are really small. Can I touch it?"
I could hardly speak so I slumped further in the couch and opened my
legs wide while Joanna got down on her knees between them. She was
looking right at my Cock as it was now almost on a level with her face,
then she reached down and put her tiny hand on my shaft and squeezed it.
She tried to wrap her hand around it but couldn't get it all the way
around, so she just squeezed it again then said, "Oooo! It's sort of
soft and hard and hot, all at the same time!"
I soon realized she was treating my genitals like a new toy she had
just discovered. She was lifting it up, down and felling it all over,
then said, "What are these?" as she touched my balls.
"They're my Testicles and they make the semen which is the stuff
that squirts out and makes babies if it meets an egg inside a woman."
"Are they what the other girls call Balls?
"Yes."
"They have told us a little about this in Sex Ed but not very much.
There is such a lot I want to learn and I want you to teach me
everything. I want to know it all. What makes your thing go all stiff?"
"Well when a man gets sexually excited he gets an erection...."
Joanna interrupted, "That's going all stiff like you are now."
"Yes it is. Anyway it gets all stiff and the man sticks it..."
She interjected again, "In the woman's bum."
I laughed, "No Sweetheart, not her bum but very near it. The place
where you pee from is on the edge of a larger hole and that is where the
man sticks his Dick."
She replied, "But in that picture the man looked like he was
sticking it in her bum."
I smiled and said, "It depends on the position they are in. He can
put it in from the front or the back. Anyway, when he moves his Cock in
an out the rubbing action makes him have an orgasm just like you did,
and that is when the semen squirts out."
"But what about the picture where he had it in her mouth and the one
where she had this white stuff on her face."
"Well that is nothing to do with making babies, it is just for fun.
You know how it was when I tickled you and you had an orgasm. Well it is
similar for a man but both partners sometimes find it even nicer to use
their mouths on each other. In other words, instead of tickling that
little button that women have with his finger, the man can use his
tongue and lips, and the woman will lick his Cock like a lollipop.
"You keep calling it different names?"
"Oh sorry. It is really his Penis, but is often called a Cock,
Prick, Dick and a lot of other silly names. They all mean the same thing."
"But what about that white stuff."
"It is usually called cum, but the correct name is semen. Well..."
Joanna interrupted excitedly, "They talked about Semen in Sex Ed.
But what happens if she licks it? Is that what it was all over her face?"
"It probably was cum, but some women like the taste and swallow it."
Joanna said, "Well you are still hard, can you make it squirt so I
can see it happen."
By this stage I was so wound up I would have stuck it in a beehive
to get release so I said, "Well if you really want to, you had better go
and get a dirty towel from the laundry basket to catch it in. It can be
real messy and I don't think you should try and suck it the first time."
She ran off and soon came back with a large towel and handed it to
me. I placed across my lap then showed her how to hold and pump my
aching shaft.
As she was standing between my legs pumping my shaft with both
hands, I took the opportunity to start rubbing finger in her slit,
moving her tiny clit to her cunt hole and back and within seconds she
was again starting to groan. I have to say I don't think I had ever met
any woman who reached an orgasm as fast as this sexy little vixen.
Although she nearly lost control several times she still managed to
valiantly keep up her stroke. Suddenly she had another orgasm and almost
collapsed, letting go in the process and to stop her falling, I had to
grab and hold her.
When she had recovered, she said, "Oh Brett, that was fantastic and
was almost stronger that the first time, but I am so sorry, I stopped
before you squirted your stuff out. Do you want me to start again."
"Oh God Joanna! Please do."
She took hold and started pumping and this time within minutes, I
had the most intense orgasm I can remember with what must have seemed to
be fountains of cum squirting in the air to Joanna but really was only
half a dozen squirts.
"Wow! Look at that stuff fly," Joanna said, "can I taste it?"
"Go ahead if you really want to."
She carefully dipped a finger into some that had landed on her chest
and tentatively put it on her tongue then exclaimed, "Hey! It's quite
nice, can I try and suck your Cock now."
I looked down at my wilting member and said, "You can if you wish
but if you want to make it spurt again, I think you will have to wait a
while. Men and boys are not as lucky as females. You can have orgasm
after orgasm but once a man has ejaculated as it is called, it takes a
while to build up again."
"Well I am glad I am a girl then cos I love the feeling. Oh Brett, I
am so glad you are my friend and that I could come and stay."
"Joanna, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever met and I think
I love you. I am so lucky that you wanted to spend time with me."
She almost threw herself on me and started smothering my face with
kisses.
After a few minutes when we came up for air I said, "I have just
realized what the time is. I think we should have a shower and you
should go to bed."
"Oh! Do I have to?"
"I am sorry Sweetheart, but you have school tomorrow," then I turned
to face her and taking her hands in mine I said, "Joanna Sweetheart,
before we shower, we need to have a serious talk."
She looked worried and said, "What's wrong, you look so stern."
"Well the first part is easy. I know this is all new and exciting
for you but I want you to promise me to do your best at school. If you
school work drops off, your mother will be suspicious and you may have
to stop visiting."
Joanna looked pensive then said, "I can see what you mean and it
would be horrible if that happened. Of course I will."
"The other thing is much more serious. I think I am falling in love
with you and I want you to know that you are the best thing to have come
into my life for years...."
And before I could continue she jumped up and threw her arms around
my neck and kissed me say, "I love you too."
I continued, "and you are probably excited about what we have done."
"Oh yes, its great."
"Well you must never, ever tell anyone no matter how much you want
to, not even your closest friend at school. Some years ago I knew a man
who for years used to baby-sit a friend's two children. When the girl
reached about 10, they got very close much like it has for us. Sadly
after a couple of months she accidentally let it slip to her best friend
who told her mother. She told the girls parents and he is in prison now."
"But why if they loved each other? What is wrong with it if they
both want to make love?"
"I don't know Sweetheart, but it is the law and we have to live with
it so you must be very careful."
"Oh Brett, I would never do anything to hurt you. I will be careful
because I want you to be the father I never had."
I replied, "Thank you Joanna. Now lets have a shower and get ready
for bed."
Chapter 8 - Friday Night
I didn't sleep very well, as I was still slightly nervous over the
rather unexpected developments the night before. I knew that Joanna had
gone to bed very happy but who knows how she may feel in the cold light
of day. However I was reassured when a bright and breezy Joanna bounced
out the following morning as if nothing had happened. She was already
dressed so busied herself making some breakfast and within 40 minutes
she had finished, done her hair and with a quick peck on the cheek said
goodbye then collected her bike from the Garden shed and was gone.
My work was very distracted all day, wondering what was happening.
Would Joanna let slip anything to her friends, would she have second
thoughts, how did she feel about what we did?
About 3:45pm the workshop door opened and Joanna slowly walked with
a very worried look on her tear-streaked face and said, "Oh Brett! I am
so very, very sorry. I think you are going to have a big problem."
My heart jumped into my throat and I immediately guessed that she
must have let something slip and all I could think was, 'Oh God, when
are the Police going to arrive?'
I must have looked panicky, but I desperately tried to sound as
normal as possible and said, "Oh Shit Joanna what happened? What do you
mean by a big problem?"
She looked away and putting her head in her hands, I heard a muffled
sound as if she was crying. I listened for a few seconds and although I
was desperate to know what had happened I waited. To my surprise she
turned around, gave huge grin and yelled, "GOTTCHA!" then lifting her
skirt to show that she was not wearing panties and with a huge grin
said, "I hope your thingie is recharged cos this is going to be your
problem."
For about 15 seconds I stood utterly stunned until I dawned on me
that she had been teasing. I made a lunge for her and said with mock
fury, "You little minx, you were having me on. You nearly gave me a
heart attack and for that you must be punished."
I grabbed her around the waist and pulling the struggling, giggling
girl across my knees, I lifted her skirt to expose her bare bottom then
pretended give her bottom a number of play smacks. When I let her go she
hugged me while still giggling and said, "I'm sorry Brett, I just could
not resist that. If you could only have seen your face."
Trying to look severe I said, "Hmmmmm! I can guess. You didn't go to
school without any underwear did you?"
"Hell no. With some of the boys that are at school, that would be an
invitation for them to feel me up. I really am sorry, but I just could
not resist teasing so I removed my panties in the garage when I put my
bike away."
With that she grabbed me around the neck and gave me a very erotic
kiss than pulling away said, "I am all sweaty from sport so I wanna
shower and then use the computer in the bedroom if that's O/K."
"Sure that's fine. Go ahead, I'll be in soon."
I sat there for a few minutes to let my heart come down from its
panic attack, then turned back to the job in hand. After that welcome, I
couldn't concentrate, so after about 15 minutes I gave up, locked the
workshop and walked inside. Just as I arrived at the back door, I
decided I would surprise her, so I removed my shoes then quietly tiptoed
to her bedroom door. As I peeked around the frame, I saw that Joanna had
showered but had not bothered to dress, as I could see that she was
sitting at the computer completely nude. I think she was on the same web
site that I had caught her the night before as she had her hand in her
groin as she clicked from picture to picture.
Just when she seemed most engrossed, I jumped out and yelled, "HOW
DARE YOU LOOK AT DIRTY PICTURES!"
Poor Joanna leapt from the chair with a shriek and turned with her
hand at her throat. When she saw me she visibly sagged.
"Shit you scared me," then she started to laugh almost hysterically,
and when she finally managed to stop, "I suppose I deserve that."
I gave her a hug and said, "I am going to shower as well. You can
carry on here until I finish then we can make dinner." and walked across
the hall to the bathroom.
15 minutes later I returned still nude and when Joanna saw me she
smiled, "I like seeing you like that. Your thingie looks so cute."
"I wish you wouldn't call it a thingie. It is more correctly called
a Penis, but most call it a cock or a dick"
"I like Cock I think. Before we go, can you explain some things
about these pictures."
"O/K, stand up then you can sit on my lap."
As she did so, the sensation of her warm little bottom resting on my
penis was indescribable and almost immediately had the expected effect.
She looked down and as she was sitting with her legs apart as she
straddled my legs, she reached down and lifted my penis upward then
closed her legs to hold it in that position. The effect made it look
almost as if it was hers and as she pointed toward the camera with an
huge grin said, "Look, I have a cock now." We both grinned at the sight
then turned back to the computer and as we looked at the photos she
started asking a series of questions such as ...
"What does that man have a different shaped Penis?" - "Why was he
sticking it up her bum?" - "How many different positions are there?" -
"Why does that woman look so different down there?", and a number of
others in a similar vein.
These questions seemed to go on and on and given our activities the
night before, most were easy to answer. They were mainly about
anatomical differences or about the sex act. Then after about 15 minutes
we came to a picture of a woman using a Vibrator and of course Joanna
asked, "What is that pink thing she is sticking in her hole?"
After some initial hesitation I explained what a vibrator was and
what it was used for and of course she asked if I had one.
I replied, "I'm sorry Sweetheart, I don't have one here because they
are mostly used by women."
With that I hoped that she would forget about it for a while when
she suddenly frowned and said, "You're fibbing me," and getting down
from my lap continued, "Yes you do."
She went to the bedside table, opened the drawer and took a medium
sized white Vibrator from underneath a book.
I was really quite embarrassed at being caught out and protested,
"I'm sorry sweetheart, this was my daughters room and I just didn't know
that she had one there. How did you happen to find it?"
"Well I had been looking for some tissues and there is was. It
looked so much like a man's thing... er cock that I wondered what it was
for. I found the top came off and I could see it was meant to have
batteries inside it, but there were none in it so I didn't know what it
did. Can we put some in and try it? "
I wasn't sure if something as intense as a vibrator is safe for
young girls, so I tried to sidestep the issue by saying, "Let's wait
till later shall we?"
This didn't really work as she said, "Promise me that we will find
some batteries after dinner," and pestered until I finally had to agree.
Once she had her way she turned to me and said, "Seeing all those
men and woman makes me want I want to see how I look down there," and
pointing to her groin continued, "would a mirror work."
"Not terribly well but we could try this," pointing to the Web Cam
sitting on top of the computer. I closed down the Internet connection
and all the open windows and to my surprise noticed a flashing cursor at
the bottom.
"Did you click on this?'
"I don't know, perhaps by accident"
"Well the web cam has been recording, lets see what we have."
I selected the controls and started the playback to see an image of
us both when Joanna had first climbed onto my lap. Joanna was fascinated
and laughed when she saw herself as if she had a penis. She wanted to
play the scene where my penis sticking out from between her legs again
and again until she was satisfied.
Only then she asked, "Can you film me now like you said?"
"O/K, let's put these two chairs together and you can lie across them."
Joanna did so and I got a quilt from the bed, placed it on top and
Joanna lay down while I removed the camera from the top of the computer
monitor then started the recording. When finished, Joanna sat up and I
pushed the PLAY button.
----- Video starts -------
The scene started with scenes of the floor, wall, ceiling etc., as
the camera was moved about. Finally it steadied on Joanna and moved
closer until her Genital area filled the screen and then their voices
started.
Brett's voice: "OK, lets see what this looks like. Yep! It looks
good. I've moved the screen, can you see it from there."
Joanna's voice: "Not very well."
Brett's voice: "Ill lean it a bit further forward. How is that?"
Joanna's voice: "Not perfect but better. I can see most of it now"
Brett's voice: "It will do for now but you can look at the recording
later. O/K, this is what is called your pubic mound."
A finger appeared on the screen and traced down each side of her
genital slit.
Brett's voice: "And these are what are called your outer lips or vulva"
Joanna's voice: "Oh that's nice, keep doing it."
Brett's voice: "Not now, later perhaps. Now lift your legs and
spread them apart."
The camera view retreated as she lifted her knees to her chest and
spread her knees. Again the camera moved closer until it was positioned
and steady right between her legs. Two fingers appeared and gently
spread her buttocks to show her wrinkled brown anus while the
disembodied finger traced around the outside.
Brett's voice: "This is called your Anus or Rectum but you probably
call it your bottom. How do you like that."
Joanna's voice: "It feels quite nice but I prefer the front"
The thumb and forefinger spreads her Vagina to expose the Urethra.
Brett's voice: "See that little hole near the edge of the larger
one. That's called the Urethra or Pee hole and it's where you pee. The
larger hole is your Vagina and when you get old enough to make love,
that is where the man puts his Penis."
Joanna's voice: "There seems to be something blocking the big hole."
Brett's voice: "That's called your Hymen. It's a flap of skin that
blocks the entrance to the Vagina until a man's Penis or something like
a Vibrator breaks it for the first time."
Joanna's voice: "Doesn't that hurt?"
Brett's voice: "Some women say it hurts a lot and others say that
they don't even feel it. I suppose it depends on how thick it is."
Then the fingers moved up her genital slit to her tiny clitoris and
started tickling it
Brett's voice: "This is your most sensitive part. It's called the
Clitoris or Clit"
Joanna's voice: "Oh that feels so nice. I wish you could do that
forever. What's it for?"
Brett's voice: "I think its main purpose is to make sex more
exciting for the woman. I can't do it properly from this angle so if you
use these two fingers and put them each side of your Clit then pull
lightly upwards. Yes, just like that. See what has happened."
Joanna's voice: "Weird, a tiny bump has appeared. I didn't know it
was there."
Brett's voice: "That is your real clit. Its normally hidden
underneath this bit which is called the Hood."
The hand reaches down and gently rubs the exposed nubbin and
Joanna's body jumps and Joanna's voice says: "Oh stop. It's just too
sensitive like that."
Brett's voice: "I think it is something that you have to get used
to. Try doing it to yourself for a while before we try it again. Anyway,
you may as well get up now and we will have a look at the recording."
------- Video ends ------
After we had watched the filmed scene a few times she said, "That
was so cool, but I look so different down there from those older girls,"
Joanna exclaimed as she pointed between her legs.
"That's just because of your age Sweetheart, I mean, look at my
penis compared with your brother's one. You will change and develop hair
and get periods very soon. In fact if I look very closely I can see
there is a tiny bit of hair already starting to grow. You have already
started to get breasts which is a sign you are starting to grow up and
turn into a woman."
"I have heard about periods, but nobody has told me anything about
Periods and it hasn't come up in Sex Ed yet."
"Well, when you get a little older and your womb gets ready to
produce children, it makes a special lining to allow the egg to stick.
At end of about 28 - 30 days if the egg is not fertilized, it has to get
rid of the old lining and start all over again. The old lining comes out
of your vagina as blood and the flow lasts for about 3 or 4 days. Most
women know when they are pregnant when this blood flow doesn't come."
"Fertilized? What does that mean?"
"That's when the sperm in the man's white stuff or Semen as it is
called, meets up with the egg."
"It all sounds awful messy. I really don't think I want to grow up,"
she said with a wistful tinge of sadness in her voice.
"Unfortunately sweetheart, there is little we can do about it.
Everybody has to grow up sooner or later."
"I know but I can't help feeling like that," then she brightened,
"but if growing up means we can do this, I do like that."
I laughed, "You are dreadful. Anyway don't you think we should go
and organize something to eat."
We shut down the computer and left for the kitchen and as we walked
done the hall Joanna said, "I like the look of your cock when it sticks
out in front like that."
To make it worse, when it started to subside, she reached out and
rubbed it saying, "I don't like it all floppy. It makes it look all
sad," and giggled.
Eventually I managed to divert her interest long enough to get a
meal produced and we sat down watching TV while we ate it. After we
finished and washed the few dishes we returned to the sofa and Joanna
sat alongside me with her head against my chest. We were watching some
teenage program that I didn't like but she wanted to see. I said
nothing, as I would have gone anything to keep her happy. All the time
we sat there she gently rubbed my penis while I gently caressed her breasts.
All of a sudden she jerked her hand away. She looked at her fingers,
then looking at the glistening wet end of my penis and said, "Yuck! You
peed on me."
I laughed, "No I didn't. That stuff is sometimes called pre-cum and
it's a sort of oil to make it easier for the man's Penis to slide inside
the woman. Try tasting it, you may find you like it. I do."
With a little hesitation she touched her fingers with her tongue
then smiled and exclaimed, "How odd, it's quite nice. Sort of warm and
salty but sweet as well," and licked her hand all over.
With that she leaned over and started licking it off the head of my
penis. After a minute of this, I was so aroused that I was at the end of
my tether and said hopefully, "Do you really want to watch any more TV?'
"Not really," then with a grin continued, "I know what you are
thinking."
Taking the initiative, she took my hand and drew me to my feet. By
now I was so much under her spell that I walked toward the Bedroom as
helplessly as a puppy following its mistress.
Just before the bedroom door Joanna stopped, "Please wait here
Brett, I have a present for you," and walked through the door. I heard
noises of her getting on the bed and then, "You can come in now."
I walked through the door to see Joanna lying on the bed with her
wrists neatly crossed between her breasts but what took my immediate
attention was a single small red rose. She had got it from somewhere and
the stem had been placed between her pouty vulva lips with the flower
neatly arranged just above her genital crevice.
"Do you like my present Brett?"
"Yes sweetheart, it's the nicest I have ever had."
I settled alongside her on the bed and gently removed the flower
from the delightful garden it had been planted in. Knowing how much she
enjoyed her breasts being touched, I moved my hand to her nipple and
started sharing my attention between her two breasts as I ran the tip of
my finger around the nipples. This soon made them become erect as Joanna
started giving little sighs. After a few minutes I slowly moved my hand
onto her pubic mound and rubbed her soft Vulva lips, then I moved it to
the beginning of her slit and rubbed where her little immature clitoris
was. Her breathing became more labored she parted her legs while
thrusting her vagina up toward my hand. I slid my hand down her slit and
started to rub harder while she kept thrusting her genitals against my
hand. Gradually she started to rock her hips back and forth while
starting to moan. I noticed her eyes were closed and her mouth open as
she became utterly lost in sexual ecstasy.
After a couple of minutes I whispered in her ear, "Are you O/K
sweetheart? Do want me to stop touching you like this?"
All she could do was pant the words, "Don't stop, I love it."
I had to take my hand away to move from sitting alongside her, to
kneeling between her open legs. As she felt me stop, she looked up at me
and almost hissed, "Pleeeese don't stop. I'm O/K," then looked at me and
pleaded, "Please rub my cunny and boobs again, it felt so good."
I looked down at this twelve year old wonton little minx then gently
lifted her legs and spread them as high and as wide open as her joints
would allow. In front of me was my most secret dream fantasy, the almost
totally hairless little vagina of a twelve-year old girl in its most
exposed position. Her labia were swollen and the pinkish inner lips of
her vagina were red and swollen from rubbing and sexual excitement. With
her legs spread on either side of me, I leaned over her and kissed and
nibbled on both her erect little pink nipples. I felt her put her hands
on the back of my head as she pulled it down while at the same time she
pushed her chest up to my mouth.
I sucked and licked from one erect little pink nipple to the other,
then started to lick and kiss down her chest to her belly button where I
blew gentle raspberries. She still had her hands on the back of my head
and was looking down, watching wide eyed as I started to lick and kiss
her down to the top of her swollen pubic mound. Finally I arrived at my
destination and started to kiss and lick her pink cunt, then I putting
my thumbs on her cunny lips, I spread them open so that I could see the
glorious interior. I couldn't help but moan and push my rock hard Cock
into the bed as I looked at her pink cunt hole. It was quite small and
was all red and wet and I could see the intact membrane that was her
innocence just inside the opening of her small vagina. Her clitoris was
small but very firm and fully protruding from its hood and I could see
and smell small quantities of sex juices oozing from her vagina as they
dribbled down toward her bottom.
Slowly I leaned down and gently licked from the brown ring of her
bum up to the small opening of her vagina and sucking on the opening, I
tried get all the juices from inside her. When Joanna felt me sucking,
she pushed her little pink cunt up to my mouth and started to rub it all
against my face. I stopped sucking on her hole and returned to licking
her from pink little slit to her throbbing clit, and ran my tongue over
it softly than gave it the most gentle of nips which made Joanna almost
fly off the couch.
"Oh God! That felt so good. What did you do? Keep doing, don't stop,
oh God! Keep licking me like that!"
I took my mouth off her cunt and looked up at her and said, "That
was right on your clit. Did you like that?"
"Oh please don't talk just suck on it, lick it, anything, just keep
doing it," then she grabbed her legs and pulled them back and upward so
her knees were in her armpits.
Her bum and vagina were now sticking up in the air, and her labia
were spread wide open. I started to kiss her wet hole and pink swollen
lips then to erect throbbing clit. As I alternately sucked or ran my
tongue over it, I felt her body jerk and twitch then go stiff, then jerk
again as she was rocked by orgasmic waves of sexual pleasure that
rippled through her body.
I was shocked at the amount of sex juices that were flowing out of
her vagina, but I lapped and sucked as much of it as I could get while
her body shook and trembled with orgasm after orgasm. As she came down
from her high, I started to lick and kiss my way back up her little body
to her fully erect little pink nipples and started to suck and lick and
kiss them. Then up her neck to her ears and nibbled on them and licked
them as I whispered in her ear, "Are you O/K, sweetheart?"
All she could do was moan, "Ummmmm!"
I moved my face closer and started to give her little kisses on her
lips and she opened her eyes and kissed me back with a passion that I
didn't think was possible from a twelve-year old. I pushed my tongue
into her mouth and she responded with some hesitation as if she was not
expecting this, but after a minute she caught on and started to rub her
tongue on mine.
By then I needed to cum so bad, I looked down at her and said, "I
think it's my turn now. If you don't help me I will explode."
"Oh Brett, I am sorry. I was feeling so good that I forgot all about
you. Turn over and I will see what I can do," then gave me a very cheeky
grin.
I did as asked, and to my surprise she climbed on top and sat
kneeling across my hips. Then pushing my rock hard Penis back against my
stomach and sat with her swollen vulva lips resting on the underside.
With extra support this gave she started to stroke her hips back and
forth making her engorged clit rub on the hard ridge under my Penis.
Within seconds her head had fallen back and she was making high pitched
humming noises in the back of her throat. I placed my hands on her
breasts for extra support, as her movements became more and more
frantic. Suddenly she lifted her hips and I realized that she was trying
to push my penis up between her legs. I was almost lost when some
semblance of reality broke through. Although it was the hardest thing I
had ever done in my life, but I managed to grab her hand and almost
yelled, "STOP IT!"
When she struggled I pushed her away and yelled again, "NO, STOP
PLEASE!"
She was breathing hard but she managed to speak, "What's wrong? I
thought you wanted to do it."
"Oh Darling, you have no idea how much I do, but that is one thing I
won't do. You are too young and that is one step I won't take."
"Oh please Brett, why not. I want to, you want to, so what's wrong
with it."
"No! I'm sorry sweetheart, that is the one thing I can't and won't
do and I am sorry but if you won't promise not to do it, we will have to
stop right now."
"Please Brett, I want to."
By now my erection was wilting, as I had to say, "NO! Now will you
promise me."
"I suppose so. Can we start again, I need to so go so badly."
With that she leant forward and started licking the underneath of my
semi-hard shaft then as it again firmed up, started gentle soft nibbles
with her teeth starting at my scrotum and up the hard underneath ridge
of my penis. The feeling was almost indescribable, almost like electric
shocks and when she started sucking right on the end I said, "If you
don't stop I am gonna explode right now."
She immediately repeated what she had started to do before and using
my pushed up shaft as a massage medium, rode it back and forth. Just as
she started to make the high pitched keening sound that I was to learn
was the sound of her impending orgasm, I exploded with one of the most
intense orgasms I have ever felt, I started shooting cum all up my
stomach and chest. Joanna collapsed on top of me and we lay there with
the pool of cooling sticky mess between us.
After about 3 or 4 minutes I shook the warm little body lying
spread-eagled on top of me and said, "Come on sleepyhead, we need to
shower and change this messy bedding."
We both staggered into the shower and had great fun washing each
other. Joanna took particular pleasure in washing my genitals while
inspecting them minutely.
All clean and warm we quickly changed the sticky crusted bedding and
tumbled into bed. Within seconds we were both asleep with Joanna tucked
spoon fashion against me.
Chapter 9 - Saturday Morning
I awoke about 6:00 the next morning just in time to see Joanna
quietly sneaked out of bed to go to the bathroom. As she came back, she
saw me looking at her and said, "I'm sorry if I woke you. I tried not to."
"Don't worry. I need to pee as well," and I left for the bathroom
myself.
When I returned, Joanna was sitting up in bed grinning with the
covers pushed down and her legs wide apart as she said, "Well since Mum
won't be here till after lunch I know what I want to do for the morning."
I grinned, "You know Sweetheart, you are quite incorrigible. You are
like a kid that has tasted ice cream for the first time and now cannot
get enough."
She giggled, "Well, I was lying here and I remembered that you
promised to show me that Vibrator thing. Can we do it now?"
My heart sank as I was still not sure about this, but when I tried
to backtrack she looked disapprovingly at me and just said, "You promised."
I had little choice but to get it from the spare room and load in
some batteries. I turned it on and placing it on the palm of her hand to
show her what it felt like.
"Oh that's weird but what good is it?" she exclaimed.
"Well some women like it internally as you saw in that picture, and
others just like to touch the tip to their nipples or other parts of
their body. I think it is mainly between their legs, but perhaps we
should try it on your nipples first, " and turning it on again, I gently
touched the tip to one nipple.
"Eeeech!" she yelled and knocked my hand away, "That's almost
painful and feels very odd. I don't think I like it there."
"Well perhaps it would be better if you held it yourself, then you
can stop if you don't like it. Perhaps you could try touching it to the
outside edges of your slit first before you try anything else."
I held it out and as she hesitatingly took it and lay down in the
bed and was just opening her legs when I had a flash of inspiration.
Here was a chance to study the object of my desire in detail and with
the early morning sun streaming through the window it made the light
that much better. I decided that for once I could watch the action
without being involved so I picked up the pillow and placed it at the
other end of the bed near her feet.
Joanna's looked at me with a puzzled expression and said, "What are
you doing?"
I gave a sheepish grin and said, "I just want to watch what happens
from this angle."
I then lay down where I could watch between her legs. I placed my
head on the pillow and my feet at the head of the bed and continued.
"Can place one leg over me so I can see what you do?"
She looked a little embarrassed and doubtful but did as I asked. I
arranged the pillow so that my face finished up about 12" from her
delightful nether regions and looking straight into her groin. It was a
position I had always wanted to be in but never been able to do before,
even when my wife was alive.
It was a sight to die for.
I knew from the Internet pictures that some prepubescent girls had
genital clefts that were almost underneath their groins and when they
stood, were almost invisible. At the other extreme, some had slits that
extended well up toward their stomach and Joanna was in the later
category and her sex organs were quite prominent with a prominent pubic
bone that made them bulge noticeably. They looked like half a peach,
almost completely devoid of hair and with a deep and prominent groove
down the middle, separating the plump, outer lips leading down to her
rather small cunt. At the top of the deep cleft her clitty could be seen
nestling in its little sheath and a little higher a few wispy dark hairs
were struggling to grow. As her legs were now well apart, I was able to
study her genitals in detail and was able to examine the intact hymen
that was just inside her Vagina. It had a small hole about the size of a
pencil at the edge nearest to her bottom, so I gently tried to insert my
index finger.
"What does that feel like Honey?"
"What are you doing? It stings a bit."
"Remember I showed you your Hymen on the video. Remember the bit of
skin over your Vagina? Well I was putting my finger in it," and I pushed
a bit harder.
"Ouch! That hurts."
"Sorry, but I want to show you how you will have to be careful. It
appears to be quite a lot thicker than normal so it could hurt when it
tears if you were rough. It may be better to feel yourself down there
and gradually enlarge it with your fingers."
She looked doubtful but said, "I suppose I could later, but can I
try the vibrator now. What do I do with it?"
"I would not touch here to start," as I reached out and stroked her
clit which made her jump as she was not expecting it.
"It's very sensitive," and as I moved my finger to her groin, I
continued, "I suggest that you start there and move around before you
get close to your slit."
Joanna turned on the vibrator and did as I suggested, and very
carefully touched the buzzing vibrator to the edge of her puffy vulva,
then she jumped and pulled it away. She lay there as if she had to think
about the sensation she had experienced then said, "Actually I think
that is quite nice," then started to rub it all around her groin and
over the surface of her vulva.
I noticed her almost gritting her teeth and her body starting to
stiffen with the intensity of the sensations she was starting to
experience and gradually her legs straightened until the leg that was
over the top of me was quite rigid. Her foot was in the air and every
now and then she would give a quiver as if it was a huge effort. I was
utterly fascinated watching the effect on her vagina, which was pulsing
rhythmically and starting to leak small quantities of her vaginal
juices. With each quiver the tip of her little clit would protrude from
the covering hood then retract again
Since she was so well lubricated I tried again to insert my finger
and this time it slid in easily. By now I had an erection and when my
finger went in she immediately grabbed my penis so tightly with her free
hand, that she almost strangled it.
The tight ring of the hole in her unusually thick hymen on my finger
felt like a rubber band around my finger. I turned my hand palm up and
started to gently press the inside of her vagina just behind her pelvic
bone. This is where some people say the "G" spot is supposed to be, but
I didn't think it would be developed in a girl of her age. The instant I
pressed there she almost mashed the vibrator onto her clitoris and
bucked as if she was having an electric shock.
I barely heard her shudder, gasp, and then almost whisper, "Oh
god...I think I'm gonna ..," then her voice built into almost a scream,
"AAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHH!" Her grip on my penis was like iron and
felt as if she was almost pulling it off, then relaxed a little as her
scream tailed of to a high pitched whine until collapsed with her eyes
closed. I quickly moved her leg, turned around and checked her, but I
realized that she was just asleep so I lay alongside her to relax until
she woke.
After about 5 minutes, she opened her eyes and stretched languidly
and smiling at me said, "Wow that was so cool, but I feel so terribly
tired now."
She struggled to pull herself up a little and leaning over me, gave
me what would probably be one of the most erotic kisses I have ever had
in my life as her tongue probed the inside of my mouth. After about a
minute she came up for air and looking down at my groin said, "Poor
Brett, you still have a problem don't you and it's just not fair," and
with that she rolled over and struggled onto her hands and knees. She
turned around and put her mouth on the head of my cock and started to
slowly bob her head up and down.
"Sweetheart, are you really sure you want to do this."
Her head nodded and a muffled, "hmmmmmmmm," was all I heard as the
most delightful sensations started to take over. I reached over and
tried to nudge her nearest leg and she very quickly realized what I
wanted and lifted her leg over so that she straddled my chest giving me
the most superb view of her bum and her spread open but regrettably
almost totally blocked cunt.
I reached underneath and started to massage her clit with my thumb
and at the same time gently inserted my middle finger into the small
hole in her hymen. She responded by pushing her hips back until my
finger vanished completely inside her cunt as she matched the rhythm of
her head on my cock with the forward and backward movements as my thumb
and finger simultaneously massaged her clit and the inside of her vagina.
Within a few more seconds I exploded and at the same time she
spasmed into another intense orgasm. Some how she managed to retain
every drop of cum in her mouth then again collapsed onto my stomach.
After relaxing for a few minutes, we both staggered into the
bathroom and relaxed in a long hot shower. We were both so satiated that
Joanna never even bothered to stroke me as she liked to do and after we
had recovered and reluctantly dressed, we had breakfast and straightened
the bedroom so that it looked and smelt less like a whorehouse.
I took Joanna to the Mall shopping to purchase a small gift for her
mother then stopped at a restaurant for some lunch before returning home
to relax until her mother arrived at about 2:00pm.
When Andrea drove up in her van and came inside, Joanna chatted
about her neat weekend, and how much she was looking forward to the next
one, how nice I was and how I had let her use the computer as much as
she wanted. After making some coffee, they left at about 2:45, leaving
me alone again.
As they left, the house suddenly became empty and cold and I had the
strangest feeling of loss but at the same time a sense of anticipation
for the weekends to come.
Chapter 10 - Epilogue
Fifteen months have elapsed since these events occurred and so much
has happened that it is hard to know where to start first.
Joanna has is now 13 and has grown 4" in the intervening period. She
has developed from just a pretty young girl to a stunningly beautiful
young lady.
Andrea's business has become very successful, so Joanna stays almost
every weekend, and on a few occasions these have by necessity been
stretched out to 3 days. I have become friendly with the rest of the
family and I have been an invited guest on a number of occasions. Over
this period Ryan has also stayed for the weekend three times when
Joanna's Grandfather has been ill. This is a caused a minor problem as
we have to wait until he is asleep before retiring to my bedroom, and
instead of Joanna staying with me for the night, she has to return to
her own bed.
Oh, you wonder if we ever did make love fully. The answer is 'YES'
and despite my good intentions, it was only a couple of months after she
started boarding with me. Despite all the things we tried, Joanna still
loved to be on top, and bringing us both to an orgasm by rubbing her
clit against the underside of my Dick, was her favorite pastime. The
little minx never brought up the subject of making love again and this
lulled me into a false sense of security. On that night it had been a
particularly active evening and she had already orgasmed 3 times so she
was extremely wet. She was just about ready to go again and I think she
knew that I was almost ready when she suddenly rose, lifted my Penis and
almost dropped onto it. I was deep inside her before I was aware what
happened.
Afterward she told me that she had practiced first with one, then
two fingers and then a very thick novelty pen she had found, until
finally she had used the Vibrator. As my penis was larger than the small
vibrator, she said it had hurt briefly but she had been prepared for
that. From then on, there was no holding her and fortunately the
vasectomy that I had done many years previously, meant that I had no
problems with her getting pregnant
As to the future, I am well aware that there is none for us.
Joanna's intense interest in sport has given her a superb figure and
this together with her stunning looks already have the boys at school
hanging around. She says that she is not interested in them at all, but
I know that one day she will want to go out with boys her own age and we
will drift apart. When this day happens I will have to just wish her
well and let her go, but I hope that we can remain good friends. I will
just have to accept that she will remain as a memory of the brightest
sunset that a man could have had at the end of his life.
THE END