Author: Cheerleader Fan
Title: The Perks of Heroism ch1: Hero of the Day
Summary: Shane, a 25 year old man goes to a local dam to cool off. A chance encounter with a young girl leads to interesting possibilities.
Keywords: Mg nosex

The Perks of Heroism

Chapter One: Hero of the day

It was an uncomfortably hot July day and I needed to cool off. The dam by the old mill was a nice swimming hole and near enough that I could walk, so I set off at about 2PM, taking nothing but a ten dollar bill stowed in a zippered pocket. It was my just in case money. Never leave home without it, you'll never know what you might need it for.

The walk never took more than about 15 minutes and the roads taken are all minor ways with very little traffic. The dam is in the old industrial end of town that is all but deserted now as far as actual industry is concerned. A number of houses and apartment complexes had sprouted up in around the 70s and 80s. Some of them were low income housing and others middle class. It was not a good part of town, but neither was it bad.

After ten minutes of walking I reached the path through the woods to get to the dam. The going would be slower from here, but it wasn't more than a few hundred yards away anyhow. I could hear the water rushing over and I also heard the sound of other people. The dam was a very popular spot for the teen and 20s crowd and being 25 myself I fit right in. Considering all the commotion surely there were a few people drinking. Nothing wrong with that though. Fortunately the man who owns the land is just fine with people partying and such as long as the dam and surrounding area are kept clean. I'd usually see him three or four times a year and he was never less than welcoming, even enjoying a few beers offered by people likewise enjoying his dam.

I reached the end of the path and the woods gave way to meadow on either side of the smallish river that splashed over the dam. The dam was built unevenly on purpose and as such the water only poured over the right hand side if you were facing the dam. The ledge of the left side stood about three feet higher than the right and offered a fun little jump of about 12-15 feet. As I made my way onto the dam I saw a kid, looked about 14, jump off and do a half assed cannon ball. When he surfaced his friends cheered for him. Cheering for a cannon ball? Really? Wait till these guys see my aerial skills.

Taking a survey I noticed about 16 to 20 people ranging in age from around 10 to 30. The cannon ball kid was from what appeared to be the largest group, made up of seven kids in their mid to late teens. There was another group of five, these ones 20 somethings, enjoying some afternoon brews. The rest seemed to be lone wolves and couples. One oddity was a little girl, couldn't have been a day over 12 , keeping to herself. She was a cute one, too, Still too young to have any curves, but you could see the promise in her young figure. Her oval face though was immaculate. She had a button nose and her cheeks were flawlessly smooth. Her mouth was formed by a pair of pouty lips that naturally rested in a slight frown. Topping it off she had piercing blue eyes that would outshine diamonds.

I looked away from her and towards the dam. I wouldn't want to be caught leering, after all. After a second person from the largest group jumped I made my way to the jump point and took my spot as if to jump straight in.

"Is it safe?" I asked, as I turned around, positioning my feet so my heels hung just over the edge.

"Yeah man, it's nothing. Come on g-"

That's all I heard as I gave a little grin and launched into a back flip which pierced the water at a perfect vertical angle. I was no greenhorn when it came to the art of air.

I surfaced to a roaring applause as I swam to the edge and climbed out. I casually made my way back to the top of the dam and as I came out of the woods (the path from the bottom intersected with the path I took to get here) the group gave me another cheer.

"That was pretty slick, dude," said one of the guys from the drinking group. "You want a brew?"

"Nah," I replied. "I like to keep sober for the tricks."

The little girl walked up next to me and looked up. "Hey mister," she said, "that was a really cool flip."

"Why thank you, little lady," I answered.

I took this opportunity to study her closer. She stood right around four and a half feet tall and wore a one piece bathing suit. It was black with a thick diagonal stripe of electric blue going from her right shoulder to her left hip. Her hair reached the middle of her back, appearing to be dirty blonde, but since it was wet she was probably straight up blonde. The only hint of a womanly figure were the protrusions of her just budding breasts, little more than bumps where her nipples should be. Her hips were still quite narrow and her legs were lean, which made her slight bubble of a butt all the more surprising. Yes, she would indeed be beautiful some day, but then again, I already fancied her today.

"I wanna jump too..." she said, startling me out of my assessment of her body "...but I'm scared."

"There's nothing to it, darling. Just jump out and gravity will do the rest."

"I... I won't hit the bottom will I?" she asked with a look of concern.

"Not a chance," I assured her. "You're far too light to make it that deep. Just jump right out here and you'll be good," I pointed out to the best direction to jump and she nodded. The little girl turned towards the edge of the dam and threw herself right off a moment later. Brave little girl that one.

Down at the bottom I saw her surface and I cheered for her as she did. She tried her best to swim to the edge of the lower pool, but it was obvious she was having difficulty. A moment later I saw her head duck under the water and I immediately jumped off the dam towards her. I reached her in an instant and pulled her up till her head was clear of the water. She gasped and choked a bit as I swam the two of us back towards the side of the pool.

"Are you OK?" I asked her. "Why on Earth did you jump if you can't swim?"

"I'm fine," she said, "now. Thanks a lot,  mister. And I can swim! Just... not very well."

I stood her up and got to my own feet, then motioned her to walk up the path as I followed her. "I see that, sweety, by the way, I'm Shane, what's your name?"

She turned around towards me and at that moment she was on a rock so our heads were level. She looked straight into my eyes, her shining diamonds piercing my soul and she opened her mouth to answer. "I'm Karen. Karen Labee, pleased to meet you sir," Karen extended her had as she said that.

I reached for her hand and gave her a shake. "Please," I said, "just call me Shane."

"OK, Shane," Karen giggled. "Thank you, so much for helping me. I didn't know what to do back there.

"Well, it's not my place to judge since you're not my child, but I'd never let someone who wasn't a strong enough swimmer swim in a flowing river like this, especially alone. Where are your parents?"

"My mom's at work right now, well, maybe not, it's got to be right around time for her shift to end, maybe she's home already," Karen stated with a slight sigh. I could tell it bothered her. Perhaps her mother worked too much. She continued, "I don't have a father."

Poor little girl I thought, here she is all alone because her mom has to work, probably too much, and there isn't even a father around to care for her.

"Tell you what," I told her as I motioned forward for us to climb the path. "How about the two of us grab a quick snack and I'll walk you home?"

"I don't want to be a burden," Karen said quietly.

"It's no burden, honey," I replied. I could use the company. I'm pretty lonely myself.

"Well, if you insist then sir."

"I do insist, Karen. And I said it's Shane, remember?"

"Ohh, right," Karen said as she turned left onto the path back towards the road. "If you insist, Shane." She let out a little giggle as she said my name. "Sorry Shane, it's just a little weird for me to call an adult by his first name. I was taught never to-"

"Never mind all that. I hardly think of myself as an adult anyway." Karen laughed at that.

We reached the road and I asked Karen which way her house was. "I'm on Briarwood," came her reply, so we walked towards Briarwood, chatting as we went. A few minutes later we were passing a small store and I put my hand on her shoulder. Karen turned and looked up at me.

"How about an ice cream?" I asked her.

"Oh I'd love that Shane," Karen said as she clapped her hands together three times.

"What's your poison?" I asked her as I sidled up to the counter.

"Ohh I'd love some coconut ice cream, it's my favorite."

"It's one of mine too," I told her. "Two coconut cones please, medium," I told the girl behind the counter. She looked to be about 17 and certainly a healthy specimen with her curvaceous figure and firm breasts, but then I glanced back down at Karen and I knew instantly which of the two I'd rather bed. I fished the ten out of my pocket and paid for the cones, then shortly thereafter the girl handed me one which I handed off to Karen. Mine arrived moments later and Karen and I set off towards Briarwood again.

We got to know each other better as we walked. I learned that Karen was ten years old and would be entering the fifth grade at Center Street Middle School this September. I told her I was 25 and I told her about my job, but I think that just confused her so I let her talk more instead. She told me all about the stuff she had done so far during her summer. She took a trip with her best friend's family, as well as a lot of biking, gymnastics classes and of course cooling off at the dam. She seemed to be a very active child, which I'm sure is what keeps her little body so lean.

We finished our cones just as we turned down Briarwood and I looked down at her to see a bit of ice cream dripping off the side of her cheek and running down towards her chin. My mind immediately went somewhere wrong and imagined it was cum dripping from her face after receiving a facial.

"Karen, honey," I said, "you've got a bit of ice cream on your face." Karen just wiped her face with the side of her arm and looked at me again. It was cleaner, but there was still a little smudge. "Close enough," I told her and she giggled at me.

"Here's my house," Karen piped up as we approached an apartment complex and she began walking up towards the main door. "Looks like my mom isn't home yet, well, thank you for everything, Shane."

"It was my pleasure, Karen," I told her and she reached up to give me a hug. I lowered myself and Karen wrapped her arms around my neck. I wrapped my arms around her too and my hands naturally fell to her plump rear end. I gently kneaded her bottom and her body went rigid. I stopped and removed my hands from her pert young butt, not wanting to scare her.

"It's OK," Karen said as she hugged me tighter. I put my hands on her skinny hips and rubbed them gently as I slowly worked my hands back around to her tush. With my hands in place now I once again started massaging Karen's rear end. She melted into me and I could feel the hot skin of her cheek against my chest as she sighed.

Then I realized I was in public in broad daylight groping a preteen girl, so I pulled myself away. "I guess I'll see you later then, kiddo," I said to her as I stepped back.

"Bye Shane. Thanks again for saving me," Karen said sweetly. "Ohhh and thanks for the ice cream, too. It was yummy."

"Any time, Karen," I told her and waved as she skipped towards her front door. I kept my eyes fixed on her tight rear end. My god was it spectacular. Karen entered and the front door closed behind her, then I turned and started the walk home.

After I got back to the end of Briarwood I started home down the bike path. Karen's house was actually closer to my own than the dam was, so in under ten minutes I was back inside my house. Good thing I suppose. I didn't mean to spend that much time away from home. I still have work to do before the end of the day. I fired up my PC and got ready to work. I let out a long sigh as the desktop appeared on the screen.

Had that really just happened? I wondered. Did I really just save an adorable preteen girl from drowning and then get rewarded with a feel of her little ass? Certainly not the worst way I could have spent a day I mused before getting to work.

End chapter one.

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