
 
 Author: JojoMojo
Title: The Kiss
Part: 1
Universe: The Kiss
Summary: This story is based on conversations I've had with a friend who
related his experiences.  I've tried to stick to the facts as he related them, but do take license with events, conversations and the thoughts running through their minds.
Keywords: Mg, pedo, cons, true?

   The Kiss

   by JojoMojo

   (Mg, ped, cons, true)

The following is completely and without a doubt a fictional account, 100 percent fantasy.  That said, as I write, I reflect on the things that I experienced as a child, what felt good and what did not.  Those experiences had a profound effect, and for the most part, I look back on them fondly.

Caring, fun, ecstasy is what I'm interested in, for all involved, or it's not worth doing or writing about. 


   Copyright (C)2010 by the author

   The Kiss

It was a kiss that started it all, at least that's the way he thought of it.

A simple kiss, really, a very innocent kiss to anyone who might have been watching.  But for him, when it happened, it caught him by surprise and gave a realization of potential that surged through him like a bolt of electricity.

To be honest, there were events that occurred prior to the kiss that combined to make it what it was, a door opening on a forbidden world, one he had not had the opportunity or the guts to enter since his teens.  If he looked at it with a longer lens, he'd readily admit that the seeds were planted back when he was a child, then a teen; seeds planted long before the kiss.

It was as a teen that he realized that he was different from his peers.  While he actively dated girls his age and enjoyed a measure of success and enjoyment at the dating game, he came to see that what he found most erotic were young girls.  Most enticing to him were the age of recognition, when they made their first forays into being more than little kids, up to their early teenage years, when their bodies began to blossom.

He experimented in those teen years with a few willing subjects.  He found to his surprise and delight that many young girls are sexual beings, desiring and even seeking out physical contact, even if they weren't conscious of their actual motivation.  This was something that if asked, most mothers would deny vehemently.  Yet if they were willing remember, they would find the desires from their own childhood.

He made some mistakes too in picking the objects of his affection.  Fortunately for him it was before the age of "safe touch" and the general paranoia that has recently descended on society, fueled by parents' denial.  In those years, the "incidents" were handled quietly and quickly forgotten.

He could trace his own desires farther back to a babysitter who introduced him to the pleasure that can only be achieved through another's sexual touch.  His education was at the hands of a neighborhood teen; a boy who liked watching children, a rare choice for a sitter in those days.

Interestingly, while he learned the pleasure of touch at the hands of a young man, his preference aside from that relationship was always for female companions.  The one desire that he could trace back to those early years was a penchant for anal contact.  Even at the age of 30, the sight of cheeks spread would set his head spinning.

The other thing that he learned from that first sexual contact was the importance of respecting your partner's desires and pace (regardless of age).  Looking back, he realized that the reason he thought of those first experiences as positive rather than as abuse (as the "experts" would have him see it) was the fact that his sitter never forced him to do anything that he wasn't comfortable doing and was always focused on giving as well as receiving pleasure.

His contact with that early mentor also did wonders to bolster his self esteem.  Graced with teeth that seemed too large for his face, he suffered the cruelty that only young children can dish out.  His baby sitter's special attention made him feel more grown up than his tormentors, giving him the wherewithal to ignore their taunts until his body caught up with his teeth.

As he moved past adolescence and into marriage and all the responsibilities that come with it, he found that fewer opportunities and his unwillingness to take the risks combined with the new societal paranoia to put him on the sidelines; observing and enjoying the young girls that he came into contact with, but never taking the next step that he would have in his teens.

It was at this juncture that the kiss occurred.  A place in his life where he had come to the realization that fairytales do not come true; a place where his wife actively avoided physical contact with him unless it was to conceive; a place of satisfaction in the fact that he had a young son; but also of frustration at his choice of partners; a place where time spent with friends brought a measure of pleasure into a somewhat frustrating life.

By this time in his life, he had come to look forward to those times when friends gathered.  Luckily for him it was a regular occurrence, a gathering that rotated between homes on an almost weekly basis; a way to welcome the weekend together after a hard week of work.  It was something that he looked forward to, not only for the camaraderie that being with friends brings, but the opportunities to observe and enjoy the objects of his desires.

Fortunately for him, many of their friends were farther along in building families and there were always a bunch of kids running around.  It was at those gatherings that he was able to enjoy watching his friends' little girls as they swam and played together.  On the rare occasion he was "punished" by the other parents with bath duty.  He relished the chance to watch and occasionally even assist as some of the younger kids bathed.  Even though he could have, he was careful not to take too many liberties at those times.

It was hard not to volunteer for bath duty whenever it was time.  He had to be careful to only agree to the duty with the expected good natured male resignation.  Bath time was followed by bedtime.  A ritual had developed over time where all the kids were piled into one room to sleep while the parents continued to talk, eat and play games.  Late in the evening, parents would gather sleepy kids into their arms and drive them home to tuck into their own beds.

It was at one of these regular gatherings that the kiss occurred.

That week was his family's turn to host.  To all their friends (except the few mates he commiserated with) theirs seemed a happy enough union.  He had to assume that others were in the same boat as he was, happy enough on the outside, but unfulfilled.

Regardless, he was quickly engulfed in the preparations; making sure things were ready for the arrival of their friends.  Before he knew it he was surrounded by the laughter of kids playing and adults enjoying good food, friendship and libations.

It was a while before he noticed her, as he was focused on the conversation that swirled around him.  But before long, she entered his consciousness.  She was new; the daughter of a woman one of their friends was dating.  She was conspicuous in that she didn't quite fit in with the other kids, still an outsider, still, not yet a fully accepted part of the group.

As he watched, he noticed that she seemed to always be in motion, flitting from one place to another, seemingly unable to sit still and engage with the others.  He found he was drawn to her for some reason that he couldn't put his finger on.  She was painfully thin and a little tall for her age.

Through the women's conversation he found she was eight years old, in
her fourth year of elementary school.  Her name was Kaylin and she was the product of a failed union between her mother and a Greek suitor who for all intents and purposes was absent from her life.  Her mother expressed her frustration with Kaylin's performance at school.  Unable to concentrate or sit still she was constantly being reprimanded and her grades suffered.

Her heritage explained the soft olive skin, brown hair and twinkling brown eyes that quickly made her one of his favorites.  He couldn't help taking a second look as she played, enjoying her body, the flatness of her chest, the straight hips and the curvature of her buns.  He could almost feel those soft globes in his hands as he watched.

He wondered as he watched, about her problems at school.  Could they be a problem fostered by the upset in her family life; a difficult stage she was going through physically (he knew how it felt to be picked on for something for which you had no control); or was it a chemical imbalance, ADD, as her mother seemed to believe?

His focus on her eventually made him aware of a general discomfort, something that made her hang back, unwilling to try to join in with the other kids.  As he watched, it suddenly hit him, there in front of him was the female version of himself at her age; awkward and unsure because of two front teeth that seemed impossibly huge for her small face.  He wondered if those teeth gave her the same problems he had experienced as a boy.

His assumption was proven later, in a conversation between the women focused on their kids (a common topic at their gatherings).  Kaylin's mother glanced in her direction and intimated to the others that she was the object of ridicule at school because of her teeth; something that she knew Kaylin would outgrow, but the subject of much angst at their home.

To this day, he's not sure what made him do it, maybe it was the kinship he felt when he realized the reason for her discomfort; maybe it was the beer he had consumed; maybe it was that the adult conversation had drifted to a subject that didn't interest him; maybe it was the curve of those buns.

Whatever it was, he excused himself and went to his closet.  He rummaged through a long forgotten box, buried in the back until he found it, a photo of him at eight.  He wasn't sure why he had kept it really, because even now as an adult, it made him flush with anxiety.  Those teeth, the bane of his existence at that age were prominent, unavoidable in the angle of the photo and his open smile.

He gathered it up and headed out to the living room to find Kaylin sitting on the periphery of the group of kids, watching as they played.  He planted himself next to her, extending the photo silently, almost as an offering.  Their eyes met for a moment as she took the photo.  She glanced from it to him and back again, a question in her eyes. 

"That's me when I was your age," he offered.  "I thought you might see some resemblance.  If it weren't for our difference in ages, I think we could be brother and sister."

Her recognition of their similarity was immediate.  "But," she paused, "you're so handsome now," she blurted out, leaving the obvious "...with teeth like that how could it be."

He smiled at the directness of her statement.  "You'll be beautiful, too, I'm sure of it," he offered with a quiet smile.  Adding, "You already are a very pretty girl.  Beauty is more than teeth you know."

His little gesture of kindness did it, from that point on she was attached to his hip, her young girl crush on him obvious to all who cared to see it.  To her, it seemed, he was the promise of better times to come; someone who cared about her feelings; someone she could count on.  It was so obvious that her mother commented with a smile, "Looks like you've got an admirer, how cute."

Before long it was bath time for the little ones, then bed time for all the children.  Since the gathering was at their place, the wrangling of kids was delegated to him, his wife enjoying her freedom.  He knew that his "duties" would extend into the weekend.  It was as if his wife expected him to take over all child related duties after an "easy time" at work.

Bed time was easy, really, as all the kids knew the drill.  The only one to hang back a bit was Kaylin.  As he, with the help of the older kids, shepherded the younger ones down the hall, he took her hand, wanting to give her the confidence she needed in unfamiliar territory.

Once he had the little ones tucked in, he turned to her to say "goodnight."  She surprised him by jumping into his arms and demanding a "kiss goodnight," oblivious to what the other kids her age might think; wrapping those skinny legs around his waist, forcing him to support her by grasping her bum, a bun in each hand.

That's when it happened, as he supported her, enjoying the firmness of those little globes of flesh in his palms.  Her face was at his level, her eyes half closed as she leaned in to kiss him.  From years of gatherings; years of putting little kids to bed; years of little kid goodnight kisses; he knew what to expect, the standard closed mouth, tight lipped kiss that all little kids give.

That's why the kiss caught him by surprise; why he always thought of it as the beginning.  As her lips touched his, he was surprised to find her lips soft, slightly parted, almost welcoming him to touch them with the tip of his tongue.  He surprised himself by following his impulse and doing just that.

The effect was immediate.  The clamber of the other children was suddenly lost and he was immersed in a world that contained just two people, himself and a little girl whose firm buns were held in his grasp and softly parted lips seemed to make an invitation that he could not immediately pursue.

The combination of sensory experiences was like a jolt of electricity running from his hands and lips to his groin and head simultaneously, causing his head to spin and giving him an instant hard on.  Before he could react, she broke the kiss and slid down, bumping over his erection on her way to the floor.

If she noticed that bump, he wasn't sure, but he would never forget that kiss or
the glance she gave him over he shoulder as she confidently joined the other older kids, now feeling fully a part of the gang.

His heart pounding, he walked out, closed the door and made his way down the hall, adjusting himself before joining the others.  If asked, he really couldn't tell you what happened the rest of the evening.  His head was spinning with questions, desires and future possibilities.

Before the evening was even over, he found himself looking forward to the next gathering, hoping against hope that his buddy and Kaylin's mother would still be dating.



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