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 Tiffany: 1
   By Romany
   (M/g)
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This is a fictional story involving the sexual situations between an adult
man and a preteen girl.  If this subject offends you, close this page NOW!
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   Any similarities to any person living or dead are purely coincidental.
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   Part 1: Summertime is Here
   "Excuse me...my name is Tiffany and I was wondering if you could say I'm
with you if the life guard asks," came the young girl's voice.
   Liam Byrnes looked up from the book he was reading and squinted at the
figure standing with the sun behind them.  He had heard the voice but as he
was listening to his iPod, he wasn't sure to whom the person was speaking.
Moving one ear-bud from his ear and sitting back so the sun behind the
figure was screened by the big umbrella he sat under, Liam saw a young girl
standing before him.
   "Sorry...what was that?" he asked realizing the girl was speaking to
him.
   "I can't swim without being in the company of and adult," she began.  "I
wondered if you could say I was here at the pool with you; if the life
guard asks," she explained.
   "Um...well...I'm only here for a couple of hours..." Liam began
uncertainly.
   "That's OK, I have to be away by one o'clock," the girl replied.
   Liam sat trapped by the girl's plea.  He didn't want to babysit some
kid. He studied her and saw the look of disappointment on her face as she
realized he didn't want to help her out.
   "Please," she pleaded.  "It's so hot and I just want to swim, but I'm
not sixteen so I have to be here with an adult," she bemoaned quietly.
   Liam was becoming more attuned to the request and her situation.  She
was tall, long fine blond hair and piercing blue easy on a very pretty face
with just a hint of fading freckles on her upper cheeks.  She was wearing a
plain blue bathing suit with a beach towel wrapped around her waist and
carrying a shoulder bag.  Liam took in the girl's slim waist and the two
noticeable bumps which were her burgeoning preteen boobs.  It struck him
that this girl was a beauty in the waiting.  She could be one of those
preteen models you saw in Macy's mailers and such like.  While he had no
interest in preteen girls, he did like to look and see the promise that was
starting to appear when seeing them at shopping malls and such like.  This
kid was one of the better examples of the woman in waiting in the child. 
She held his gaze and he felt she was mentally wearing down his reticence
with the innocent plea to help her have a swim.
   "Where's your parents?" he asked, trying to stall for time and figure
out how to say no without her thinking he was a prick.
   "She has to go out...my mom...I live here with my mom," she said.  "If I
could get an adult to chaperone me then its Ok I be here," she reiterated
quickly, sensing he might be weakening.  "Please mister," she repeated her
plea.
   "What about your dad?" Liam asked, not wanting to fold just because she
said please.
   "He doesn't live with us," she said a little sadly.  "Mom and dad are
divorced.  He has another family," she added.
   That did it.  The kid's home situation got to Liam.  She looked such a
perfect kid she should have a perfect home life.
   "Oh...all right...I guess so," he said with a weak smile.  "But as long
as she don't do anything stupid and get me into trouble," he chuckled as an
afterthought, to lighten up the discussion.  "No depth charges."
   "Woohoo," she whooped.  "Thank you, thank you, thank you," she said with
a broad grin.  "Can I sit here so it looks like I'm with you?" she asked
pointing at the lounger adjacent to the table and umbrella he was sitting
at.
   He smiled; "Be my guest," he said; and watched her set her bag down and
sort herself out with an iPod and some sunglassess from the bag.
   She then took out a large bottle of sun block and perched on the edge of
the lounger and applied the cream to her arms, shoulders and face.  She
slipped the towel off her waist and Liam glanced at her long shapely legs
and then quickly looked away so as not to gawk at her.  If she was
attractive with her legs covered, she was damn attractive now he got the
full view.  She glanced at him and then very unselfconsciously applied the
lotion to her legs.  He averted his eyes but tried to see as much as
possible as she did her inner thighs.  She seemed totally oblivious to his
presence and when finished, she stood and arranged her towel on the lounger
and then hopped on it and began to set up her iPod.  When she had done
this, she put the sunglasses on and then with a polite smile as he glanced
at her preparedness to sunbathe, she lay back to soak up the early morning
June sun.
   Sitting beside her and slightly back, Liam could see her quite easily if
he glanced right.  But as he held his book in front to read, she was not
easily visible.  He gradually moved himself under the pretext of adjusting
the umbrella to afford him maximum shade so now he was sitting just beyond
her head and he could glance at her full form on the lounger.  He wasn't
necessarily interested in young girls but the effect she created was very
alluring.  She had her legs close together so the taper to the crotch of
her bathing suit formed by her thighs and lower abdomen was quite
nondescript.  After a few moments of readily ogling her without her be able
to see him do so, he chastised himself mentally for looking at this kid as
a sex object and went back to concentrating on his book.  But after a few
moments not looking at her, he sensed her movement and glanced across and
his heart skipped a beat.  She had moved one leg slightly so that her
thighs now did not touch and the obvious swell and outline of her crotch
and sex was evident.  He froze staring at it and then quickly glanced at
her face.  She had turned slightly away from him and as he stared back at
her crotch the obvious thought struck him.  If she hadn't seen him ogling
her she had sensed it and knew when he lost interest.  `She's done that on
purpose' Liam thought, his heart beating noticeably.  `She's flashing me.'
For the next ten to fifteen minutes, Liam slyly peered at Tiffany and
despite his conscience telling him to stop it; he began to imagine what she
looked like without the sleek blue bathing suit.  He was becoming
infatuated with her.  The bumps of her boobs were decidedly smaller now she
was lying flat yet the hint was still in harmony with the wider hips
accenting the slim waist and the lithe elegant shape of her legs; giving
her a lean and athletic appeal.
   The life guard appeared from the club house and looked around and stared
at the two of them.  Realizing they appeared to be together, the stocky
young woman made a nod of greeting with her head and then turned and went
back into the club house.  Liam waited for the life guard to disappear and
then went back to eyeing Tiffany under the pretext of reading his book.  As
he sat peering at her form, a woman appeared from the clubhouse.  She was
smartly dressed in a light grey skirt and white blouse, with a mop of
blonde hair teased and combed to give it a full effect.  Perhaps in her
mid-thirties, she was quite attractive facially but maybe just a little
overweight without being unappealing.  Given the sense of purpose that she
turned and approached them when she saw the two at the head of the
poolside, he knew she must be Tiffany's mother.  Liam sensed from her body
language as she came towards them that she wasn't necessarily pleased with
what she saw.
   "I'm Tiffany's mother...Naomi Price," she said quite sternly.  "And you
are?" she said looking at Liam.
   "Liam Byrnes," he answered nonchalantly.  "Pleased to meet you," he
added a little off hand.
   He did not like the woman's attitude.
   "Did Tiffany ask you to keep an eye on her...chaperone her?' Naomi asked
and glanced at her daughter.  "Tiff?"
   "Yes," Tiffany and Liam said together.
   "Liam was the only one here," Tiffany said quickly, sitting up and
making herself a little more demure by crossing her legs as she swung them
over the side of the lounger.
   "Is there a problem?" Liam said staring at Naomi a little indignantly.
   "Ah...well...Tiffany was supposed to see if she could join a
family...not..." and Naomi tapered off.
   "Not a single man," Liam said a little derisively.  "Tiffany is most
welcome to be with anyone else if she wishes," he said evenly.  "Which for
the moment means leaving the pool," he added stating the obvious
implication.
   Tiffany cringed and glared at her mother.
   "Mom Liam was the only one here...is the only one here.  It's fine. 
We've been fine for half an hour so stop it," the girl sniped at her
mother.
   Naomi bristled at her daughter's apparent impertinence but caught
herself before speaking.  She paused and then her face softened a little,
though she was still clearly miffed at Tiffany remonstrating with her.  She
glanced around the pool area and then back to Liam.
   "I'm sorry," she said.  "It's just that...well...I don't know you," she
said quickly, as if that made her attitude OK.
   "And I don't know you...or Tiffany," Liam began.  "But I trusted her to
behave if I was going to look after her...be her chaperone; so I guess I
deserve the same benefit of trust," he said holding Naomi's gaze.
   She got the message and her demeanor changed quickly.
   "Look I'm terribly sorry Liam...and thank you.  I appreciate you could
have said no, and there are no other people here, and obviously Tiff would
have had to go back to the apartment.  I'm sorry I came on so strong...it's
just that...well...you understand with a young girl," she said and glanced
at Tiffany as if to emphasize the girl's developing form."
   "Oh mom," shrieked Tiffany.  "Stop it," she hissed lowering her voice as
if there were many people in earshot.  "You're embarrassing me," she said
through clenched teeth.
   Liam grinned at the girl's regaling of her mother.
   "Don't be harsh on your mom," Liam said with a slight chuckle, looking
at Tiffany.  "I understand where she is coming from."
   He turned back to Naomi.
   "It's quite safe here in public," he said.  "And you can rest assured
Tiffany is perfectly safe being here with me."
   "Oh...no...I'm sorry," Naomi began; a look of shock on her face.  "I
didn't mean...no...I'm so sorry.  You must think I had you labeled as a
pervert or something," she said putting her hand over her mouth in
embarrassment.
   "Well it sounded like that mom," Tiffany sneered.
   "It did seem a little judgmental," Liam said evenly but smiled to show
he wasn't being hostile about what he thought she had implied.
   "I am so sorry," Naomi said apologizing to him.
   "That's fine," Liam said easily.  "No offense taken, just bemusement.  I
thought I was doing a favor."
   "Oh and you were," Naomi said.  "And I feel so bad now.  I've come here
to see...ask...whoever Tiff had asked to chaperone her, if they minded if I
went out.  I have some business to conclude for a couple of hours at
least," she said and stared hopefully at Liam.  "I feel so stupid," she
added realizing the irony of her situation having come on a bit strong with
him.
   "Oh mom," Tiffany groaned, feeling the embarrassment.
   "It's come up...the Schechter's say they want to make an offer on the
Bailey's house," she said looking at Tiffany and then back to Liam.
   "I'm a realtor.  I've been chasing this sale for weeks and...well...in a
slow month, I really need it.  Could you...do you think Tiffany could stay
here with you until I come back?"
   "How long?" Liam began.  "I have to go out about two; I usually do my
grocery shopping on Saturday's," he explained.
   "Oh...darn, I don't think I will be finished by then.  If I am it means
the Bailey's have accepted the first offer and I'm certain they won't.  I
need to do the shuttle between both parties and the buyer's realtor," she
explained, her face looking downcast he couldn't help.
   "What if I go with Liam?" Tiffany said brightly.  "Mom I can get what we
need to.  We can shop together."
   Liam and Naomi looked at her and then at each other.
   "That seems a good suggestion," Naomi said hopefully.  "And I'll
definitely be home by five at the latest if you have to go out anywhere. 
I'm sure a young man like you has places to go Saturday night so I wouldn't
cut into your social life..." she said hopefully.
   Liam looked from mother to daughter.  The daughter was definitely high
on the fox scale.  Mom not so much, but still definitely a MILF on the
mature scale.
   "OK I guess so," he said slowly.  "What if we get back way before you
though?' he asked looking at Naomi.
   "Well Tiff can just stay at home until I get back," she said.
   "Or maybe Liam's," Tiffany said quickly.  "It would be safer there
instead of home alone."
   "Oh darkling you've been home alone before," Naomi said then caught
herself and looked a little sheepish; fearing Liam might think a twelve to
thirteen year old home alone was not an example of good parenting.
   "No if she wants to stay at my place she can," Liam chuckled.  "I have
the Xbox so she can play that if she likes," he said looking at Tiffany.
   "Yessss," the girl said pumping her fist.
   "Oh dear...computer games...I don't know," Naomi began; but she wasn't
really about to debate what she thought was a mindless and antisocial
activity which she disapproved of for Tiffany.  "Oh alright Tiffany...stay
with Liam until I get home," she sad a little reluctantly; glancing at
Liam.
   `Yessss,' Liam thought in his mind.  He liked this kid...and she was a
little fox.
   "Thank you so much Liam," Naomi crooned, now accepting him as her
daughter's caregiver for a few hours.  "And I am so sorry about
our...little misunderstanding.  Thank you."
   She turned to Tiffany.
   "Here's the debit card.  Use this for the groceries.  The list is on the
fridge door...you know that.  Get the list before you go out with Liam."
   Tiffany took the plastic card and dropped it in her bag.
   "Cool," she said casually.  "You'd best get going mom.  Go clinch that
sale so we can eat," she said and pumped her fist in a gung ho motion.
   Naomi and Liam exchanged mobile numbers; just in case she got delayed or
he needed to call her.  Naomi thanked him again, told Tiffany to behave,
and left.  As the two had watched her go, Liam turned to Tiffany.
   "Your mom leaves you alone often?" he asked.
   "Not for long...only when she gets called away like this.  It's not
something she wants to do but...well...she sometimes has to work at odd
hours.  If my dad knew it would be a problem.  He thinks I should live with
him," she said, pulling herself back onto the lounger.
   Liam glanced at the girl's body as she scooted back; her legs askew
revealing the swell of her crotch as she got comfy.  Tiffany caught his
glance and a small smile flushed her face.  She liked it.  She really liked
Liam.
   ***
   Tiffany was hell-bent on getting to the supermarket.  She had decided
action was better than lying around in the sun, now her mother had approved
of this cute hunk Liam.  She went for a token swim to wash the sun block
away and as she swam and moved about the pool, she frequently checked to
see he was watching her in the water.  He watched unabashed now she was
submerged and noted she was quite an accomplished swimmer.  She would get
out of the pool, hurry towards him and dive in; showing off and reveling in
his watching her.  Several other families had arrived and Liam noted the
two male parents watching her while trying not to get caught by the
respective wife.  Eventually she came out of the water and walked
deliberately slowly towards him; knowing he was watching her the entire
way.
   "Can we go now?" she asked cheerfully, dripping with water as she pulled
her hair back into a loose wet pony tail; her eyes a little bleary from the
chlorine in the water.
   "You need to get changed"' he said evenly.
   "Yep...you can wait at our place," she said.
   "I'll go back to my apartment and you come over when you are ready," he
said grinning at her.
   Her face dropped realizing he wasn't coming to her place.  She had
thought it kind of cool for him to be there when she got changed but
clearly he wanted to get changed from his bathing shorts and tee shirt as
well.  They left the swimming pool compound and he gave her his apartment
number and they parted.  Liam changed into a pair of Levis and polo shirt
and back at her apartment, Tiffany chose a short light blue denim skirt and
light yellow polo shirt that she favored because it was a little tight and
emphasized her budding breasts.  She dallied naked in front of her mother's
large free standing mirror and lamented her breasts were still just puffy
lumps with soft pointy nipples.  Not a sign of a pubic hair on her crotch
yet and she felt frustrated she was still a few months off really
blossoming towards puberty.  She and her mother had frequent
mother-daughter chats so Tiffany was not naive about what her body was to
go through nor; the reaction she would get from boys, other girls not quite
so advanced as her, and of course lecherous men who her mother had
carefully explained about.
   "All men see young girls near puberty as their fantasy," Naomi had
spouted one evening when feeling a little mellow from too much wine and the
sad reflection on her own vanishing youth.
   "Why mom?" Tiffany had asked feigning innocence to get her mother to go
into details.
   "You'll see darling," Naomi had slurred.  "You'll see."
   Married at twenty-two, divorced at thirty-three.  Life had not been
great for Naomi these last few years.  Her affair with a colleague caused
her fire fighter husband Tommy to throw her out; being as she was the
villain in his eyes, she had to go.  The affair brought disruption to her
work when it became known, such that she had to change realty firms as a
result.  That Tiffany choosing to live with her was a smack in the eye for
her ex-husband; but it worked out OK as within a year he had a new partner
and her children, now living in the home he and Naomi had made for Tiffany
as their only child.  Tiffany did not know the full story between her
parents but had a suspicion her mother was at fault despite both parents
trying to keep neutral with her on that subject.  Naomi always seemed a
little reluctant to say anything about her ex-husband and from this Tiffany
read between the lines that Naomi had the guilt about the split that her
father did not have.  He occasionally attempted to engineer more time for
her with him but his unusual work hours mostly thwarted it as he was away
from home for several days at a time when on call; staying at the
firehouse. Tiffany didn't like his new partner Alison very much anyway; nor
her two kids.  A girl eight and a boy six, who she thought were brats.
   As she got ready to head across to Liam's apartment, Tiffany thought
that this is what it must be like going on a first date.  She hummed gaily
to herself as she buckled her sandals on and gathered the list with the
grocery items from the fridge door.  She had taken one of her mother's
surplus designer pocket books and padded it to make sure it looked full and
important; the debit card strategically placed to be seen when making the
grocery purchase.  Smoothing her clothes and checking her damp hair in the
pony tail clasp, she set of for Liam's apartment.  At his place, Liam sat
patiently waiting for Tiffany and thinking about her.  If he knew at her
age what he knew now; the age old lament of aging males regarding
blossoming nymphs.  He had mentally undressed the kid numerous times that
afternoon and he was more than interested in her nubile body; though his
basic upbringing did not permit him to actually consider anything unnatural
with her.  But he saw the basic shape of her body and her pretty face; and
the elegance she seemed to have about her as she walked, inclined her head
inquisitively as he spoke, and spoke using her hands with the long fingers
to emphasize her words.  She was going to be a beauty alright.
   The shopping trip was a hoot.  On the way there she chattered about
herself and how she had been an age group swimmer to start with.  And then
her parents tried her at gymnastics but she got too tall for her age and
now she was in dance class which she really liked.  At the super market
they got separate carts and Tiffany spent the time being zany and bumping
into him accidentally on purpose.  And when he spoke to her she sometimes
replied by calling him `dad' which caused a few raised eyebrows being as he
seemed too young for a daughter her age; or she called him `Uncle Jim'
which completely perplexed him as to why.  They joked, and she teased him
and generally they had a good time.  Liam was more than happy he had agreed
to look after her though it troubled him how readily Naomi had entrusted
him.  He sensed she treaded a moral high ground which quickly subsided in
favor of expediency.  She wanted to be thought of as responsible and
looking out for her daughter, but yet she was selfish enough that she could
immediately compromise the girl this way without considering the
consequences if Liam was not the trustworthy person she so readily accepted
he was.  Even sending the girl to the pool to impose on somebody else to
ensure she could stay there was impertinent at best.
   Tiffany felt grown up taking the debit card from the pocket book and
paying for she and Naomi's groceries.  Liam blushed when he saw the large
packet of Kotex on the checkout before it was bagged; and seeing his
worried look, she poked her tongue at him and grinned.
   "Super size...for mom," she giggled teasing him and giggled wickedly
when she saw him blush and look away quickly.
   "I would take petite...if I did," she grinned and he wanted to drop
through the floor with embarrassment.
   The young teen checkout girl smirked at Tiffany's teasing of Liam and
she smiled knowingly when Liam came to check his groceries out; enjoying
the joke.  They took their groceries home and Tiffany asked him to help
take theirs to their apartment.  When they arrived there he looked around
and noted the general disheveled look of the living area and a number of
dishes on the bench top.  Naomi wasn't the most house proud mom by the
looks of it.  He did not go out of the living area, and when Tiffany had
put the few items she had bought away, they went back to the car and loaded
up Liam's almost double amount of groceries to what Tiffany had bought. 
Once inside his apartment he sorted out the Xbox game for her, and giving
her a soda, he sat back and watched as she quickly picked up the game;
sitting beside his legs on the floor in front of the settee as he sat
watching her progress learning the game.  Occasionally she fiddled with her
hair and then after she had been playing for awhile he asked if she'd like
a cookie.  She nodded, half concentrating on the game console, half
listening to his question.  He found a packet of chocolate chip cookies and
returned to the living room.  As he approached her, he noted she had raised
her knees as she sat with her back against the settee base and he paused
and stared at the expanse of thigh she was showing with the denim skirt
stretched back; and she had her forearms on her knees with her hands
holding the game console.  He swallowed hard and continued to the settee.
He looked down at her parted legs with her hands holding the game console
obscuring a full view of her crotch.  She ignored him, still concentrating
on the game.
   Liam sat and watched her and she paused for a moment and started to eat
a cookie, when Liam's phone rang.  It was Naomi asking to speak to Tiffany.
He handed her the mobile and after a brief exchange and excited `did you',
she checked out with her mother and handed the phone back, saying Naomi
wanted to speak to him again.  Naomi told him she was heading home now and
Tiffany could head back to their apartment.  She thanked Liam effusively
for getting her out of a jam this day.  Tiffany was sorry her time with
Liam was at an end and she disconsolately headed to the door muttering
thanks and goodbye.  As he bid her farewell, she turned back to him
standing in the doorway and leaned up quickly and kissed him on the cheek.
   "I had a really nice time today," she said with a wan smile; sad it was
over.
   Liam was a little taken aback by her impetuous kiss and feeling a little
flushed with excitement at it, he blurted out;
   "Will you be at the pool tomorrow?" before he could stop himself.
   "yes...will you be?" she responded excitedly.
   "Ah...yeah...probably...if you need someone..." he a little uncertain he
should be going there.
   "Great...I'll tell mom...I'll see you there.  What time?" she said
trying to contain her excitement.
   "Ah...don't tell your mom we set it up today.  Just come and know I'll
be able to vouch you're with me...about eleven forty-five.  The life guard
gets there at noon so be early," he said quickly.
   Her eyes narrowed a little when he said not to say to Naomi they had
prearranged it.
   "You want mom to think it was coincident again?" she said grinning at
him.
   "Oh...well...it's not important, but it might be better if it didn't
seem like we were in cahoots.  She might have other plans so I don't want
her to feel I was intruding on your time," he said feeling more assured
with his reasoning he just invented.
   Tiffany caught the meaning.  Don't let Naomi think her twelve year old
was setting pool date with a man twice her age.  With an impish grin and a
little wave, she bid him goodbye and left.  He watched her walk to the
stairs, turning just as she disappeared out of view with a warm smile;
knowing he was still watching her.
   ***
   Liam had never had thoughts about young girls as sexual beings.  The
idea of dirty old men taking advantage of kids was abhorrent to him, yet
Tiffany's closeness to him, and getting to know a little bit about her and
her mother, had stimulated his interest in her.  He lay in bed that
evening, having preferred to have an early Saturday night, and masturbated
slowly as he thought about her.  After he had cum into his handkerchief, he
felt flushed with embarrassment and guilt that he had used her image as a
sexual prop to his jack-off; despite trying to substitute Naomi for Tiffany
several times during the buildup.  The next day started out much as the
night before had finished.  Liam masturbating frantically to the image of
Tiffany, despite having told himself it was crazy to imagine such a thing.
This time he rationalized it was harmless even though still a little
shameful to him.
   He met her just before eleven and she greeted him cheerily.  They set up
at the same table with the umbrella he had had the day before.  Today
Tiffany wore a plain black bathing suit and he was disappointed the black
was plagued by the shadows from her head and upper body, and the sun shade;
and the effect of her small boobs and her crotch that were evident in the
blue bathing suit the day before, was lost.  Today she was just a pretty
young girl and not the budding woman-to-be of yesterday.  But she bubbled
happily and told him her mother had clinched the house deal she had left
for the days before and she had taken Tiffany out to dinner.  Tiffany
sitting in a chair was not as revealing as the day before when she chose
the lounger, and Liam welcomed it when she went for a swim.  The two
tracking each other's interest with glances and peeks as she surfaced from
a dive and he watched her climb out and walk around to her diving position
once more.  It was a subtle game they played; both happy for it to be
happening as it endorsed their mutual interest in a seemingly innocent
activity.  Naomi arrived and her presence was not as heavy as her arrival
the day before.  She greeted him warmly and Liam saw she was dressed to sit
and enjoy the warm June day with them; wearing a pair of light green shorts
and white polo top.  She told him how the house deal she had clinched
yesterday meant a financially worry free month for her.  As they sat and
made small talk, Liam saw a woman trying to make it in her own mind as a
business woman.  Perhaps ideals and dreams of the past not met, were now in
her grasp as she seemed to think they were.  Tiffany rejoined them and sat
somewhat silent as the two adults talked.  Liam could tell the girl was not
pleased her mother had come to stay.  At about one thirty Naomi took a
natural pause in the conversation to address Tiffany.
   "Tiff, I had a call from your father.  He wants you to join them for the
rest of the day.  Its Melanie's birthday and they are having a barbeque.  I
said you'd go," she said evenly.
   Tiffany scowled and reacted badly, her voice just short of shouting at
her mother.
   "I don't want to go...their morons...not daddy...but the morons he lives
with," she hissed.
   A brief debate ensued and Liam felt uncomfortable for Tiffany as Naomi
was clearly going to win despite Tiffany's objections.  As Tiffany snatched
her towel and bag and stalked off, Naomi turned back and hunched and
muttered "sorry about this Liam" and bid him farewell.
   She paused a few paces from him and turned.
   "Do you feel like a drink later this evening?" she asked warmly.  "As a
thank you for helping me out yesterday."
   "I'd like that," Liam grinned.
   He had no plans for this evening.  And Naomi was kind of desirable in
her tight shorts; she was definitely a MILF.
   She called him about six thirty and they arranged for her to call by and
go in his car.  They went to a local restaurant that had a small bar
attached and ordered a couple of plates of wings and nachos and cheese to
snack on.  Naomi quizzed him subtly on his background and prospects;
seemingly very impressed he had graduated from MIT in engineering and had a
good job.  He told of his upbringing in Flint Michigan and coming to Mass.
to study.  He told her about his last girlfriend Cheryl who he had gone out
with almost all of the time he had lived in Boston.  But this relationship
had foundered when she graduated and got a job in New York.  They had tried
a long distance relationship but Cheryl broke it off after she met someone
else in New York.
   "I should have really known it would happen," he said ruefully,
recalling the painful breakup.
   "It could just as easily have been you that met someone," Naomi had said
optimistically; feeling his sadness.
   "I never contemplated that," he said.  "I trusted our feelings.  Look
where it got me.  Not only did I lose my girl, I wasted months believing we
were still in a committed relationship despite the distance."
   He sipped his beer and continued.
   "She was double dipping...sort of...going out with this new guy yet
still coming to Boston, or me going down there when I could manage it.  She
had the best of both worlds.  Trying out a new lover while keeping the old
one on a promise," he said wryly.
   "I was sort of like your girl...Cheryl," Naomi said quietly.
   She told Liam about why she and her husband had broken up.  About the
affair She had had and how her husband Tommy threw her out.  She explained
that she was frustrated and somewhat dismissive of Tommy's job as a
firefighter.  How all their friends and their families were firefighters
and she felt trapped in a blue collar world of sexism and over active
testosterone; that she aspired to more middle class ideals.  She
strayed...stupidly as she put it...but had come to realize the split was
probably always going to happen so she consoled herself that where she had
arrived at was probably the best outcome of a bad experience.
   "You don't see the guy anymore?" Liam asked carefully.
   "I did for awhile," she said.  "But he decided to make an effort to
reconcile with his wife...he was separated at the time."
   "Birds of a feather," he grinned.
   She smiled and they fell silent.  Naomi spoke again first.
   "I have to say I was more than a little bothered about letting Tiffany
go with you yesterday," she began a little sheepishly.  "I felt I let my
standards drop because I was under pressure...nothing personal about you
but I didn't know you at all and here I was entrusting my twelve year old
daughter to a stranger.  Does that shock you?"
   "I understand," Liam said sincerely.  "I really do.  There is so much
pressure on young kids these days.  They become vulnerable.  Don't beat
yourself up.  Just congratulate yourself on recognizing your
responsibilities...even after the fact...hindsight is a good teacher...and
it worked out OK," he said trying to downplay her self criticism.
   "I didn't want to make it seem you were a problem.  I was the problem
for relaxing my own standards, as a mother," she said.
   "I know that," Liam said.  "Don't apologize...and if I ever can
help...if you feel you know me better now, then don't hesitate to call. 
Tiffany is a great kid."
   "Thank you for that Liam...that's a nice offer.  I will if I need to,"
she said but remained non-committal.
   They left the bar about nine, Naomi citing Tiffany was due home
nine-thirty.  They fare welled at the car park and he wandered back to his
apartment feeling better about Naomi now.  He noted he had an interest in
her that wasn't there before their drink together.  She was rather
appealing to him even despite the fact she was nearly ten years older than
he was.  That night his carnal fumbling was centered on Naomi and her full
breasts and the tight lump of her crotch in the shorts she wore at the
pool.
   ***
   Liam did not have any further contact with Tiffany or Naomi for a couple
of weeks.  He had not realized the school summer holidays had started that
late afternoon he took a call from Naomi, which came out of the blue.
   "Liam can I ask you to do a favor for me please," she said sounding a
little flustered.
   "Sure what is it?" he asked.
   "I am tied up with a client, probably until near eight o'clock tonight
as we are wheeling and dealing offers on a house.  I have to pick Tiffany
up from a summer dance class she took...at seven o'clock.  I was wondering
if I could impose on you to collect her for me," she said hesitantly,
worried he might be otherwise busy.
   "Sure thing Naomi.  I said I would if I could ever help...that's not a
problem.  Where will she be?" he answered sincerely.
   She gave him the address.
   "I'll call Charlie...the instructor...and clear it with her that you are
a friend and I asked you to collect Tiffany.  Charlie is a woman by the
way; short for Charmaine," she explained.  "She comes on all `al la
Francais' but she's from Rhode Island and the accent is phony.  She doesn't
know we parents...most of us at least...know that," Naomi chuckled; and
relieved he could help.
   He called at the dance studio fifteen minutes early and he was
immediately challenged by `Charlie' who interrupted the students to
interrogate him on who he was.  She was in her fifties if a day but had the
body of a gymnast and he was a little taken aback at how revealing her
leotard was.  It was very tight and left little to the imagination.  If it
wasn't black, she might just as well have been naked.  He glanced at two
woman; obviously parents, who were sitting on a battered sofa reading
magazines while waiting for their daughters.  There were about fifteen
girls from what seemed like six or seven year olds, to one girl who was
maybe fourteen or fifteen that had a very nice body.  He could see why
Madame Charmaine was wary about a male turning up to the studio.  The two
women glanced at him and smiled curtly in greeting.  It was clear they
weren't happy a man was allowed in.  He wondered who their kids were that
they were clearly so uncertain about his presence.  Maybe the older woman
of the two was the older girl's mother.  Tiffany didn't see him at first
and when she saw him, her jaw dropped and then her face broke out into a
broad grin.  Clearly Charlie had not relayed the message that Naomi could
not pick her up.  For the next few minutes Liam slyly studied the older
girls and noted that Tiffany was now all purpose as she swirled and
strutted and leapt as Madame Charmaine clapped her hands in time with the
music and called for effort and application.  He stole several peeks at the
oldest dancer and noted she was too big in her bosom to give the effect of
petite grace.  He knew nothing about ballet or modern dance but she was
probably a bit too large all round yet perfectly attractive and a bit of a
hottie in a womanly way.  He was sure that if dressed up she could pass for
eighteen.  Tiffany saw his interest in the girl and when his gaze came back
to Tiffany, she screwed her face briefly and shot her eyes towards the girl
and back to Liam.  She was warning him to stop looking at her dance
classmate.  He grinned at her and she smirked and quickly poked her tongue
out a little.  To answer her he deliberately ran his eyes up and down her
lithe body in the tight white leotard and she smiled sweetly letting him
know she saw his look and it was Ok to look at her.
   "You were ogling Bethany," she challenged as they walked away from the
studio to the stairs.
   "Bethany who," he said with a grin but knowing who she meant.
   "Bethany big boobs," she said and studied him to see what his reaction
was to her mentioning the girls breasts.
   "She was built," he said not thinking, and then blushed.
   He was talking to a twelve year old girl with the barest tremor of
breasts bumping her leotard.
   "Ha...too big to be a real dancer," she said, and pirouetted as if to
show she was the real deal.
   She looked ravishing with her hair pulled back into the ubiquitous
dancer's bun.
   "So how did you get her?" she asked.
   "Naomi called me...in a panic as she had a deal on the go," he said.  "I
wasn't doing anything and I couldn't bare the thought of you waiting
patiently for her to collect you," he said with a grin, teasing her.
   "Typical," Tiffany sniped about her mother.  "But I'm glad she asked
you," she said with a chuckle and bumped into him playfully.  "I've missed
you."
   "I've missed you to Tiff," he said genuinely and she stopped and gave
him a small look of appreciation he said that.
   "Thank you...I like that," she said with a broad smile.  "Where are we
going?"
   "My place.  Naomi will call when she's ready to leave and you can go
back to your apartment and be there when she gets home.  She will get some
take out for your dinner," he said.
   "Oh nice," she said.  "I like your place.  It's cool."
   "You look hot," he said grinning at her meaning to tease.
   "It's actually a little cool..." she began and then realized the
connotation of the word `hot' as he meant it.
   She blushed deeply and stopped once more and looked at him.
   "Thank you...Uncle Jim" she said in a quiet voice and her eyes danced
over his face.
   He didn't recognize it but Tiffany was developing a bigger crush on him
than she already had.  His appearance and the prospect of more time
together had set her all a flutter inside.
   "Uncle Jim?" he asked puzzled at her using this name.
   She'd used it that day in the supermarket that day.
   "Oh...no matter," she chuckled nervously.  "I might explain one day,"
she added and dropped her gaze and turned and walked ahead of him down the
stairs; clearly embarrassed about something she wasn't saying.
   They arrived back at Liam's apartment about seven-thirty and Tiffany sat
back on the settee while he got her a soda.  He sat next to her and they
chatted about what she had been up to since the last day at the pool.  She
filled him in on the barbeque with her father and his partner and her kids,
and basically said she would have to endure more time there now the
holidays were here.  That was because, as her father's partner did not
work, Naomi was bound to send Tiffany to her father's while she worked;
whether she wanted to or not.  This played into her dad's hands as he felt
that either Naomi give up work and care for Tiffany full time, or work and
have Tiffany live with him, rather than being pulled back and forth to suit
Naomi's work.  She said there was a standoff between her parents about it
and Naomi was struggling to find time to be with Tiffany through the
daytime as her father said she should.
   "So what have you been doing?" Tiffany asked to get the subject off her
dysfunctional family.
   "Not much...work...sleep...work," he chuckled.
   "You said you missed me," she grinned at him.  "How much did you miss
me?"
   "Heaps," he laughed and pushed her playfully with his foot so she
squealed and slopped her soda.
   "You pig," she giggled.  "I wetted myself," and she laughed at the
double meaning of her words.
   "Don't mess the couch...go to the bathroom," he laughed.
   She giggled and then her giggling faded as she saw his eyes roving over
her body jammed in the tight leotard.
   "Did you really miss me?" she said with a small grin.
   "I said so didn't I?" he said smiling at her.
   She deliberately placed the soda can on the floor and as if steeling
herself for some sort of physical effort, she crawled forward carefully;
monitoring him for any hint her advance was not welcomed.  He was surprised
at her move towards him yet a pang of excitement ran through him to such an
extent that as her face closed to his, he was immobilized by the
excitement. Her elegant neck exposed by the hair stretched into the tight
bun and her bare chest above the leotard with the small breasts as bumps
below.  Their eyes lowering to hold each others gaze as she closed in and
eventually, her eyes fluttered and closed as she touched her lips to his;
and they kissed.  His conscience screamed `STOP THIS' but he ignored it as
he felt her tongue pressure his lips and move into her mouth.  Instead of
pushing her away as he should, Liam closed his eyes and continued the kiss.
With his eyes closed, she could have been any adult partner.  He slowly
rolled back against the settee's arm and she followed so that she was soon
lying mostly over him; one foot off the settee on the floor as she leaned
over him.  He brought his arms around her back and held her.  With one leg
trapped between hers as he lay back against the settee arm, Liam adjusted
himself to get comfortable.  His outside leg jerked up as he adjusted his
body to lie down more and it nudged her crotch.  The preteen's eyes opened
slightly and she went `m-m-m-m-m' at the physical contact between his knee
and her crotch.  It wasn't arousal but a naive come on as if she was turned
on.  She simply did it to offer him encouragement.  A dangerous game had
become.
   To Liam lying under a girl on his couch was one of a number of
situations he had been in since his first kiss at thirteen.  With his eyes
closed, Tiffany the preteen prepubescent minor became `Anygirl' that Liam
had ever been with.  He held her and she wrapped one arm around his
shoulders.  They kissed more passionately; the inexperienced little girl
catching on quickly and enjoying it immensely.  Somewhere in the blurred
confusion brought on by the excitement of the kiss, her limited experience
with boys and men was increasing in quantum leaps.  Suddenly she felt his
hand on her wrist and he dragged her hand to the crotch of his jeans where
his erection was now bursting to break out of his flies.  Tiffany's eyes
opened wide briefly and then closed and she moaned an acknowledgement this
was OK.  She grasped and kneaded the cock through his pants for a few
minutes as he held her back a little to give her room between their bodies
to handle his crotch.
   "Unzip me," he panted and then continued kissing.
   The novice girl fumbled about until she found his zipper and she pulled
it about halfway down; it becoming constricted by the cock tenting the
denim of his jeans.  In a short rush of exasperation, Liam worked the flies
open and whispered; "take it out Tiff.  Take my cock out."
   Tiffany eased back and bowed her head to look down his body to his
crotch.  He couldn't see her face but if he could he would have seen her
eyes widened in awe as she pulled the fat red cockhead from his shorts. 
She quickly pushed her other hand down and held him with two hands; her
forehead against his chest supporting her weight.  He moved her onto her
side more so her back was almost against the settee back, and with his body
now not covered by hers, she could slowly jack him; and lie on her side on
him and watch as she jacked a man's cock for the first time ever.  He
cradled her there and watched her hand sliding awkwardly up and down his
erection; huge in comparison to her long slender fingers wrapped around it.
She watched her hand and he stroked her neck and earlobe and she trembled
enjoying the thrill this was giving her.  Soon the awkwardness of her
inexperience began to evaporate as she became more attuned to what she was
doing.  He came unexpectedly and hard; the semen shooting up into the air
and falling on his pants and pubic hair jutting out of his opened flies. 
Some landed on her hand and she squealed in nervous surprise.  Her eyes
wide in awe as the strong spurts of white semen throbbed from his cock in
her hand; and she heard him gasp in unison to the spurts of his release. 
She turned and glanced at him and saw the crazed look of lust on his face
and a broad smile spread over her it as she witnessed the for the first
time, the effect of the control she had held on bring about his pleasure.
She would never forget this moment or the realizations she had caused his
pleasure.  Liam's face dissolved into a goofy grin.
   "Magic Tiff," he muttered lazily.  "Fucking magic."
   She blushed at his use of the f-bomb.
   "When can we do it again?" she asked with a nervous giggle, and clamped
her bottom lip lightly between her teeth as she studied his face, noting
that he seemed suddenly drowsy.
   ***
   Not once during that first occasion did Liam stop and consider he had
crossed the Rubicon with her, with respect to seducing a minor.  If it
occurred to him, it was sometime after she left where he briefly considered
the previous few hours and did conceded her age was a problem.  But he had
recalled her eagerness to be near him right from the first day they met at
the pool.  And the clear delight at him arriving to collect her from dance
class was an endorsement of his flawed thinking.  In his own way, he
rationalized she was willing therefore it was OK.  And she had asked when
they could do it again right after he had cum.  That was easy.  After he
rested, he removed his pants completely and she spent some time kneeling on
the floor by the couch watching her hand play with the stiff adult cock. 
Marveling at his hairy upper thighs and groin, and the pubic hair tapering
to his belly button.  She played and toyed with his cock in sheer amazement
and soon became unabashed at handling him and making eye contact with him.
Any embarrassment or mawkishness his nudity may have initially held
vanished as her fumbling and jacking became more assured.  He let her jack
him off a second time, and she giggled with nervous glee as he shot several
streams of semen into the air to fall on his belly and legs.  When his
mobile rang they nearly jumped out of their skin in shock at the sound.  He
answered it, composing himself quickly, to hear Naomi say she was about to
leave.  Reluctantly Tiffany accepted she had to go, and after a short kiss
at the door of his apartment, he let her leave.  He stood inside his closed
door and held his face in his hands as a sense of shame flowed through. 
Not shame because he had seduced a minor and it was very wrong; but shame
because he was reduced to fumbles with a kid.  He was more concerned about
his bruised ego than any thought for the girl's well being.
   He never saw her for nearly ten more days.  At first he was relaxed
about it as he was working, but the first weekend that came and went, he
had stationed himself at the communities' pool most of each day hoping she
would be there.  By the second week after the sex, he started to worry she
had somehow been overcome with what happened and was now avoiding him as
the best way to deal with it.  So it was a huge relief when he received a
call from Naomi one Thursday afternoon while he was at work; asking him for
a huge favor.  She was honest with him; she had been asked out on a date.
   "I wouldn't be normally so impertinent," she began; "but relations with
Tommy have been a bit strained over these first weeks of the
holidays...about where Tiffany should be.  I don't want to ask him to have
her; certainly not if he thought for a moment it was because I wanted to go
out and enjoy myself," she said somewhat ruefully.
   "Sure Naomi...I'm not up to anything to night," he had said calmly; not
wanting to seem eager to look after Tiffany.
   "I won't be late," Naomi said quickly.  "First date an all."
   Naomi dropped Tiffany off at Liam's at about seven-thirty and promised
she would be back not too late; yet did not specify a curfew for herself.
Tiffany stood looking deliberately disinterested as if she would rather be
home alone; all the while her heart singing and her head giddy with
anticipation.
   "Some beers," Naomi said handing him a six pack.  "None for Tiff...she
gets bad hangovers," she joked, and the preteen pulled a face at her
mother's jibe.
   She'd had beer once as a very little girl.  Drained the dregs of several
bottles lying around after her parents had had a few friends over, and she
had got sick.  And the following day she did complain of a head ache.  It
was a standing joke in the family, once the shock of her guzzling the
remnants of adult's beers was able to be assimilated.  She got tired of
being reminded about it and really couldn't even remember it.
   After Naomi had left, there was very little pretense at foreplay between
them.  Sure the last sexual play was now ten days old, but as Liam held eye
contact as he approached her, her face told him she was ready for a
resumption and not needing some subtle overture to get to his cock again.
He stood as she sat on the couch while she unbelted his jeans, and pushed
his pants down.  She fondled him carefully and watched in amazement as the
semi-hard cock hardened completely in her hands, and for a few minutes she
was content to jack him; watching her hands fly up and down the thick
shaft, while fondling his hairy balls.  She surprised him by leaning
forward and taking the head in her mouth without his prompting; which is
just what he was planning to have her do.
   He hissed "oh God Tiff, that's gorgeous" and the little girl encouraged
by his response, very quickly taught herself to suck cock.
   All the while Liam held her head lightly and swirled her lovely fine
blond hair that fell over her shoulders and back.  He played with it and
grouped the bangs and tresses into a pony tail and soon he held her by her
hair at the back of her head; one hand on his hip as he slowly pushed back
as she lovingly stroked, sucked and played with his cock.  For a novice,
she was doing fantastically well.  He briefly thought about pulling back as
he approached orgasm and maybe just letting her jack him off; or take
control and he jack into her mouth or on her face.  But he had no idea what
she might have anticipated at him cumming and so he just let her go on to
see how game she was.  Eventually he got past the point of self control and
he held her head firmly and spewed the first few spurts into her mouth as
he gasped and grunted his release.  It took Tiffany by surprise and she
tried to pull back.  But as she felt her mouth fill with the semen, and
some ran out the corners of her lips, she simply gave up and stuck with him
stoically.  Secretly overjoyed about what she was doing, yet with some
apprehension about the gooey cum flooding her mouth.  She may have been a
novice but she was hardly dumb about basic sex and she simply believed this
is what she had to do; so she swallowed as best she could and spluttered
and hissed as she fought to control her breathing.  Eventually he stopped
cumming and she pulled her head away from the cock and began to cough and
splutter and put her hand over her mouth.  He finally twisted around and
fell on the settee beside her; gasping and playing up how nice it had been.
   "Fantastic he gasped," and he pulled her into a cuddle.
   Her face was lightly smeared with cum, and she generated saliva in her
mouth to sluice the remnants of semen from her palette.  He wiped the semen
from her chin and cheek and placed his finger at her lips and she
reluctantly slurped up the cum.
   "Is that OK?" he whispered and kissed her.
   "Tastes funny," she gasped.  "Not yucky bad...just funny," she said
swallowing hard to reduce the taste to nothing in her mouth.
   "You did really well beautiful," he said and hugged her.
   "It was fun," she giggled.  "You make funny noises."
   "Yes...yes I do," he laughed.  "Maybe you will to...when your turn
comes," he said wistfully, looking at her.
   "My turn?  When?" she said looking quizzically at him.
   He slipped a hand over her small boobs inside the shirt she wore and
massaged them, and she jumped at his touch, and then relaxed and let him
feel them.
   "As soon as I have a little rest," he said with a grin, and taking her
chin in his fingertips, he kissed her tenderly.  "Let's hope you like it as
much as me," he smiled and he saw the flash of apprehension on her face
wondering exactly what he meant.
   Liam had some work to strip her.  She initially went along with his
fondling of her breasts through her shirt and only lightly objected when he
got the shirt undone and his hand went up inside the training bra she wore.
It took nearly a full half hour to get the shirt and bra off her, and then
another fifteen minutes or so for her to feel comfortable naked to the
waist as he lay over her and fondled her puffy breasts and the pointy
little nipples.  She had few more months of developing before the nipples
would be formed and mature enough to become erect under handling.  Tiffany
slowly accepted her upper body nudity and his mouth and fingers on her
breast.  But when his hand slipped under her skirt and he brazenly cupped
her sex, she closed her legs and squirmed away to deter him.  For another
twenty to thirty minutes they played a sexual game of thrust and counter
thrust as he slowly and with some effort, got his hands into the top of her
panties; and finally she stopped struggling and let him feel her up.  He
offered her some sort of equality by pushing her hand onto his hard cock;
and the point made that they were somehow now equal, Tiffany stopped
fighting his hand.  He stroked her tight vulva and lightly insinuated his
fingers into her slit.  She was dry and he sensed the stiffness in her body
brought about by her reluctance of what was happening; yet not stopping the
intruding fingers from pushing into her.  Tiffany was aware of sexual play
but her youth and basic modesty was making it hard to accept her being
exposed by him this way.  Yet she clung to his cock; comfortable with the
feel of it in her hands.  When Liam chanced his luck and leaned off her,
pulling his hands from the cramped position in her panties, she sighed in
relief thinking that was it; at least for this evening.  But as he reached
under her skirt and took the waistband of her panties, her first instinct
was to fight him again.  Instead she somehow reasoned he owed her, having
clung to his cock for the best part of an hour and a half, off and on;
intrigued by his earlier comment that it was her turn next.  In her naivet�
Tiffany surrendered to him stripping her panties, believing he would offer
her something nice in return for what she had done.  Besides, she loved him
and she believed he loved her to.  This is what she expected lovers did.
   Liam took the progress in natural increments; gasping silently at
glimpsing her bald sex as she lifted her hips to allow him to finally
remove her panties.  He made no overt attempt to remove the skirt she wore,
instead he pushed it back as he lay her along the settee and gently
fingered her as he kissed her; Tiffany caressing his head lovingly despite
being in two minds as to whether she should have let him go this far.  Liam
was crooning to her telling her how sweet she is and how beautiful she is
to him; and how soft her flesh is to his touch as he slid his fingers along
her hairless sex.  She is dry and far short of any arousal, yet excited by
his whispered endearments and the adult situation she has found herself in.
In her preteen dreams she has wondered how and where her first exposure to
sex would come.  The hand job the last time she was here and then her first
blowjob leading into her opening herself to his touch, were all important
milestones to her.  Liam saw she was relaxing more and so he lowered his
mouth to her budding breasts and sucked and nipped with his lips; swirling
his tongue over her pointy nipples.  Eventually he moved off her breasts
with his mouth and repositioned his head under the hem of her skirt and she
jumped "ooh" when she feels his tongue slide along her sex where his
fingers had been wandering for some minutes.  Tiffany sighed and closed her
eyes in enjoyment that he is treating her like a lover.  She has told
herself this is must be what lovers do and eventually she surrenders to let
him do what he wants; lying passive to his touch and his eyes below her
skirt hem drinking in the delights of her preteen sex.  Every step from
here is new now, and she is excited to learn where he will go.  Her heart
beating steadily with the excitement and enjoyment, now her reluctance has
finally broken down.  She is his now.  He works her carefully and
insinuates his pursed tongue into her as his hands lightly play her small
breasts and nipples.  Slowly a finger moves to the back of her slit and
finds the narrow entrance to her vaginal cavity.  She sighs and holds her
breath as she feels it intrude and she grits her teeth and moves a leg to
open herself.  Helping him rather than giving into the subliminal urge to
resist and repel; which her unconscious mind is still weighing up, despite
her giving in to him.
   Liam got to a point where he realized he was now at a stalemate with
her. She had abandoned herself to his touch and inspection in her most
intimate place yet there was clearly no arousal and certainly no natural
sexual lubrication.  He wanted to complete the seduction but knew she was
too dry to attempt a successful penetration without some discomfort to her.
His mind was working overtime as to what to do next.
   "Let's go into the bedroom," he breathed softly, lifting his head from
her sex to speak.
   "Mmmm?" is all she could say.
   He senses she is somehow in a daze so he chances his luck and rises
slowly and takes her hands to draw her up.  Tiffany sat up as if she was
being woken from a deep sleep, and on unsteady legs, Liam guides the half
naked preteen to his bedroom; pushing the skirt from her hips before laying
her back on the double bed.  She doesn't balk at the skirt going and lets
him guide her onto the bed and lies with her eyes try to focus on the
surroundings in this room where she has never been.  It is starkly
furnished but tidy.  No pictures on the walls, but nice bedroom furniture.
She notices these things oblivious to the movement beside her as he opens
the drawer of his nightstand and takes out the medium size bottle of sex
lubricant.  Half full since the last time he and his ex-girlfriend Cheryl
spent a damp Sunday fucking each other silly on this very bed.  She turns
her head when she feels the bed move as he sits beside her; crouching over
her with the tip of the bottle of lubricant on his fingers.  He squirts an
amount onto his fingertips and then slides the finger between her naked
thighs.  Liam his holding his breath in case she resists; enthralled by how
perfect she is.  The plump raised vee of her mound from the tummy down her
pubis to the vulva.  The crease of her groin with her thighs; and how full
and plump the labia are, and the gentle curve to the inside of the slit. 
The smaller sex lips are just visible; pink and inviting and already a
little dewy from his saliva.  She twitches and mouths `oh' as she feels the
cool lubricant and then she relaxes and watches him, though he is a blur,
as he slowly greases her with the thick syrupy liquid.  Pushing his fingers
gently in deeper to lubricate her vagina.  He smears the lube over her
vulva and soon she is slick and shiny from the liquid.  Satisfied she is
suitably slippery inside and out, he stares at her face with her half
closed eyes as he almost absentmindedly slicks his cock with the excess
lube on his fingers.  He is ready.  Leaning forward he kisses her gently
and she brings an arm lazily over his neck and holds him as they tease and
suck each other's lower lip in a kiss.  Her eyelids are heavy and a smile
on her face as he slowly slides a leg between her legs and nudges her
offside leg so she moves it.  He gently repeats the process with his other
leg so he now kneels between her legs and again nudges her inner thighs. 
Relying on basic instinct, the young girl opens her legs and slowly pulls
her heels back towards her butt.  Just as she has practiced the times in
her bed when she imagines what sex would be like; all a part of her middle
school girl fantasies about being a woman and having many lovers.
   Liam takes her virginity.  He fucks her.  Carefully lying so his
forearms support his weight and moving his cock gently against her sex
lips, half kneeling as he puts his fingers gently between her labia and
eases the lips apart gently as he moves forward.  She feels the fingers and
then the first intrusion of the cock head and she stiffens slightly in
apprehension.  The greasy portal has little resistance for the first inch
or so and Liam's slides the knob of his cock into her canal.  Patience and
gentle movements and slowly his cock spreads her greased tunnel and
eventually he is almost half embedded in her.  She sighs and moves to
adjust her body as she can feel a little discomfort.  His cock has pushed a
labia outside in and she moves to allow it to spring back and spread with
the other as his girth opens her up.  He is disproportionately bigger than
she should take but the young body is flexible and yielding and Liam slowly
pushes further.  She winces and gasps and he feels her hands grip his bare
shoulders and her mouth is open as if in a silent scream.  Liam breaks the
hymen and she winces audibly.  But it is a short sharp pain that quickly
seems to dissipate and she relaxes after he holds himself still, allowing
her to get used to his intrusion.  Tiffany is largely oblivious to his
actions and movements at the start.  His face a blur in front of her half
closed eyes, as he monitors her reaction as he starts to move in and out
slowly.  All she is caring about is that she is here with him like this and
her face lights up in one wide dreamy smile as she feels his closeness now
he is deep inside her.  Liam kisses her lightly and begins to fuck her
properly.
   He started slow and as he gets deeper and she shows little sign of
discomfort, so he rises up on his knees a little more and his hips swing
obscenely as he soon is able to bottom out; causing small grunts as she
feels the adult cock nudging deep inside.  It takes her maybe three or four
minutes to really register she is being fucked.  They are making love and
she sighs and pulls him closer and instinctively pushes back as she feels
him push in.  For a virgin, a novice, the little girl gives a very good
first time account of herself and soon she is gasping and grunting each
in-stroke.  He draws it out for some time.  Closing in on cumming and
pausing to allow the feeling to subside.  The third time he approaches the
threshold he knows this must be the last.  Experience tells him he will
dribble if he does not manage the surge to ejaculation, and his pleasure
will be diluted.  This last time he starts fucking the girl steadily and
quickens his pace to find the feeling that locks in his ejaculation.  He
gets there as she is now grunting as he is rougher than at first; her
noises more a response to being fucked than from sexual enjoyment from
arousal; not even indicating discomfort because she feels none.  Just a
weird fullness between her legs and a slight ache from her inner groin
being stretched by her legs up with her knees against his hips and ankles
hooked over his calves.  She's not been her before yet instinctively she
has assumed the age old missionary position to receive the cock inside her.
Liam starts to cum hard and she opens her eyes in surprise at his gasping
and the noises he makes; staring enthralled at his face as it grimaces and
he gasps and lets go.  Her face now a picture of joy as she realizes she is
the reason for his delight and enjoyment.  Crushing him to her as he cums
in short sharp spasms, she whispers "I love you" against his neck and the
tears tumble from her eyes; but she is not sad, just overwhelmed by it all.
The emotion of what has happened is now seeping through her mind.
   "I love you Liam," she whispers again and clings to him as if he would
now run from her.
   "God that was so great," he eventually gasps with a small laugh as he
lifts his head and looks into her face.
   "Yes...yes it was," she whispers and smiles weakly.
   She feels exhausted yet he is the one who has done the work and cum
hard. Physically he is weary, emotionally she is drained.
   "Are you OK?" he asks quietly and kisses her lightly on the cheek.
   "A bit tired," she answers with a chuckle, and sniffs and quickly wipes
her eyes.
   "Me to," he says with a smile missing the fact she has been weeping. 
"Let's rest for awhile," he adds and glances at his watch.
   It is nearly nine o'clock.  It has taken nearly two hours to get her to
here.  Two hours of patience and using all of the wiles he has to break
down her resistance.  He feels smug and satisfied.  She is beautiful and
yet still short of her promise.  The breasts will grow and the nipples
harden.  Hair will grow between her legs; but he might remove that with his
razor.  He is incredibly turned on by her youthful imperfection as being
fully developed; he can't wait for her to blossom just a little further. 
Then he would like her to stay at that point, and not be the complete
woman.
   "Can we do it again," she whispers holding his gaze.
   His face breaks into a broad tired smile.
   "Yes we can Tiff...we certainly can," he whispers, and rolls off her and
pulls her into the crook of his arm so they can doze.
   Naked on the bed, the day ebbs away and the room quickly darkens as the
lovers drift off into a doze.
   To be continued...
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