Author: JojoMojo
Title: The Kiss 2
Part: 2
Universe: The Kiss
Summary: This story is based on conversations I've had with a friend who
related his experiences with a little girl.  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?

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The Kiss 2

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.  That's how she always thought of it, as "The Kiss".

Years later when she thought about that kiss she could still recall everything about it, the way Chris smelled, the taste his lips left on hers, the scratch of his whiskers against her skin, the feel of his hands as he held her bum.  She smiled when she looked back, knowing that at the moment it happened she had no idea the events that the kiss would set in motion.

It was an impulse really, a desire to get closer to him.  After the surprise of the photo he shared she was filled with a need to be near to him.  He was instantly her best friend, regardless of the fact that he was an adult whom she had only just met.  She felt a strange warmness when she looked up and caught him looking at her from across the room with a little smile on his lips.

When the adults announced it was time for the kids to bed down, she had a momentary feeling of panic.  Somehow the thought of being closed up in a room and expected to sleep with all these new kids re-awakened some of her feelings of being an outsider.  She always had a hard time settling down when it was bed time and she was afraid the kids would start making fun of her like the ones at school often did.

But when Chris stood to herd the kids down the hall and reached for her hand, everything felt better.  She loved the feel of his big hand as it wrapped around hers and willingly walked with him down the hall and into the room.

When he had all the little ones tucked in and turned to leave, she had an overwhelming desire to be close to him just one more time.  It was really one of those childish reactions, not thought through or planned that caused her to launch herself towards him.  She caught him by surprise and had to wrap her arms around his neck and legs around his waist to keep from sliding back to the floor.

He recovered quickly enough and reached around her, cupping her bum in his hands to support her weight.  Laughing, he said, "What's this all about? I don't usually have pretty young women throw themselves at me!"

The twinkle in his eye, the feel of his arms around her and his question, calling her pretty all caught her off guard.  She said the first thing that came to mind.  "You have to give me a goodnight kiss, silly!"  She giggled as she said it, still holding tight, wanting to prolong their closeness.

She closed her eyes in anticipation and heard him chuckle, then felt him lean towards her.  If you asked her at the moment why she opened her lips as she felt his, she wouldn't have been able to tell you.  Maybe it was watching the romances with her mother on TV (there were lots of those and piles of kleenex after her father disappeared); maybe it was an attempt to appear more grown up; maybe the feel of his lips on hers made her relax and they just fell open.

Whatever the reason, that kiss set things in motion that would change her life and his.  That moment was caught forever in her mind as the beginning of wonderful things that as a little girl of eight, she could never have imagined.  When she looked back on that kiss, she thanked the cosmic powers that combined that night to make it happen.

He lingered for just a moment, his lips soft on hers, a slight touch of his tongue on her lips before pulling away.  She could taste the alcohol on his lips and a the bittersweet taste that tobacco had left.  She breathed deeply as he pulled away and could smell the cologne he wore, mixed with smoke and something she could only describe as "Chris."

As he pulled away, he winked at her, a twinkle in his eye.  She slid down his body to the floor, oblivious to the lump in his pants as she bumped past it and touched down (she would have had no idea what it was, even if she had noticed it).  To be honest, her head was spinning from the results of her boldness.  Her tummy felt warm and kind of fluttery.  She couldn't have told you what happened next, if he said anything, if he touched her shoulder before closing the door.  She was still wrapped up in "The Kiss".

She lay down on the pallet surrounded by the warmness of his touch, the magic of that kiss and fell asleep quickly.  The next morning she awoke in her own bed with no memory of how she got there, still wrapped in those warm feelings, disappointed to awake from her dreams.  During the ensuing week, she pestered her mom constantly asking if they were going to go to Chris's house again.  It got to the point that she was told to stop asking.

She found that when she wasn't busy with school or playing with friends, her mind went back to Chris.  Not just the kiss, although that was where her mind went every night after her mom turned out the light, but to the entire evening.  It felt great to fall asleep feeling the warmth from that evening.  Unknowingly, Chris had touched her deeply by recognizing the source of her ackwardness around the other kids.

His sharing of the photo and her subsiquent realization that the "ugliness" she felt was just a stage she would outgrow, forged a bond that she reveled in.  In truth, Chris was the first adult that met her at her level and treated her as an equal, not just a kid.  He was also the first adult who seemed to really understand what she was going through.  That he said she was pretty,

Her mom, in spite of the fact that they had both shared the sense of loss and abandonment when her father walked out of their lives, treated her as a little girl.  She was so wrapped up in her own sorrow that she couldn't see that Kaylin was hurting too.  Their relationship was very much parent and child.

Her mom's new boyfriend was nice enough to her, but it was obvious that he was a bit uncomfortable around her and kids in general, not having any of his own.  She felt that while he was genuine with his affection, it was a "package deal" that only came through his love for her mother.

Chris, on the other hand sat down and shared from the heart.  His focus had been on her and only her.  When he talked to her, it was as if there was no one else around and that touched her.  From a place deep inside that she couldn't have put her finger on if asked, she knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that he truely understood her and their shared ackwardness was proof.

When the weekend finally rolled around, her mother informed her that they were indeed going to another gathering and that while it wasn't at Chris's house, he and his family would surely be there.  Kaylin couldn't help herself and jumped up and down excitedly when she heard the news.  In response, her mother sighed, flashed a knowing smile, then shook her head and rolled her eyes.

Kaylin ran to her room and changed into her nicest dress, a white flouncy affair with gold trim and a big bow in the back, wanting to look as pretty as possible for Chris.  Her mom immediately nixed her choice.  After some tears and a little negotiation they compromised.  She picked out a fancy top, and changed into some jean shorts.

The time crawled until her mom's boyfriend came to pick them up and they finally arrived at the house, aleady alive with families.  As soon as they entered the house, Chris spotted her and smiled.  She saw his smile and had to fight down a sudden bout of shyness.  She finally overcame the shy feelings and made her way across the room to where he was sitting with the other men.  He gave her shoulder a friendly squeeze and said "I wondered if the prettiest girl around was ever going to show up."  She was a little disappointed wanting a hug or maybe even a kiss.

Faced with the object of her obsession she suddenly was at a loss for words.  She sufficed by standing quietly next to him as he sipped a beer and talked football with the other guys.  Somewhat later, when someone called out that it was time to eat, she still hadn't said a word.  She was starting to doubt her feelings of kinship and realize that indeed she was "just a kid" and he was an adult.   Regardless, she found a way to squeeze in next to him while they ate, enjoying the feeling of him next to her.

She had to fight to keep from leaning her head against his shoulder as they ate, her desire to be close was so strong.  Several times as they ate, she caught her mother's disapproving glances from across the room.  After dinner, she plopped down next to him as the adults gathered to talk and play games.  Her mother shooed her away.  As she went to join the other kids she heard her mom say, "I don't know what happened last week but everytime your name is mentioned she gets all starry eyed, Chris."

Turning to his wife her mom continued in a false sotto voice, "You'd better watch your man!  Kaylin has a major crush and might put a move on him at any moment." This made Kaylin blush and for a moment she really hated her mom for making her feel like a silly little kid.  The kids seemed not to notice and welcomed her into their circle.  She quickly busied herself helping to keep the little ones in check, glancing every now and then to watch Chris, occasionally catching him looking her way.

As the evening wore on, she began to fear that there wouldn't be a chance to really talk to Chris, though she was not at all sure what she would say if the opportunity presented itself.  This brought a deep sense of disappointment and a feeling that indeed her feelings had been "silly little girl thoughts" as her mother had said earlier in the week.  When the feelings were at a peak, Chris appeared in the circle of kids and announced he was running back to his house to grab a game the adults wanted to play.

He looked right right at her when he asked if anyone wanted to go along for the ride.  She hesitated for a moment, not wanting to seem too obvious, then said she'd be glad to go.  She held her breath, hoping against hope that no one else would volunteer.  She even glanced over at her little sister ready to glare at her if she volunteered, but she was oblivious, engrossed in someone's dolly.

Much to her dismay, Chris repeated his offer.  Finally, hearing no other takers, he offered her his hand.  She grabbed it as she rose from the floor. At his touch, her heart started beating faster.  She barely heard her mom's laughing comment from across the room as they walked out the door, warning Chris to keep plenty of space between them.  It didn't even bother her that all the adults laughed.  The door closed behind them and the laughter died away.

In the car, she was disappointed to realize that there were bucket seats, so she couldn't sit right next to him.  She was again struck with a bout of shyness as they pulled away and onto the street.  Sensing that her time with him was slipping away, she was desperate to say something, anything that would reconnect them, someting to engage Chris.  Without really thinking, she blurted out, "Do you really think I'm pretty."

Chris looked over at her with a smile.  "Sure I think you're pretty.  I wouldn't have said it if I didn't," he said and moved his hand from the gearshift to her shoulder.  She felt her tummy do a little somersalt when he touched her.  "As a matter of fact, I think you are beautiful and sexy too," he continued, "I bet you're even beautiful under those fancy clothes. He paused for a moment, then added hastily, "Of course I'll never know that for sure, but I bet I'm right."

"You sure are dressed up tonight," he finished with a smile and squeezed her knee.

She wasn't sure if it was his touch on her knee; that he noticed that she had dressed up for him; or his comment about being beautiful under her clothes, but she felt her heart skip a beat.  The moment was interrupted when he pulled his hand from her knee as he manouvered the car into the drive in front of his house.

He opened the car door and turned to her, "Want to come in while I look for the game?" he asked.  She didn't wait for him to ask a second time and bolted out of the car.  He was waiting at the front of the car and extended his hand.  She slipped her hand into his, enjoying how it seemed to engulf her's.

She was surprised to feel her heart pounding as she walked with him to the porch and into the house.  She followed him to the cabinet where the games were stored, heart in her throat as he knelt down and began digging around looking for the game.  The room quiet except for the click of an overhead fan, lit only by the sun filtering through the blinds accentuated the fact that they were alone.  Something about being alone with him made her stomach flutter and her heart beat even faster.

She wanted to be close to him, she wanted to relive the feelings she had felt with the kiss, but didn't know how to tell him.  As he dug in the cabinet looking for the game, she stood behind him, her mind working furiously, desperate to find something to grab his attention; a way to prolong their time together.  She knew that it was too early to ask for a goodnight kiss, although that thought did cross her mind.

She could feel their time together running out.  She knew that in a minute or two he would find the game and they would be back in the car returning to the others.  Her mind suddently fixed on his words from the drive over, how she was beautiful even under her pretty clothes.  Without giving it a second thought, she unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts then pushed them down.

She stood there quietly behind him, shorts almost down to her knees, her heart in her throat.  The air, stirred by the ceiling fan above her, felt cool on her bare thighs.  It even felt cool as it brushed her bum, though it was still covered by her panties.  She suddenly felt very exposed, very vulnerable and very foolish.

She was about to pull her shorts back up when he exclaimed, "There it is!" and pulled the game out of the cupboard.  He stood up as he turned around and for a moment didn't focus on her.  When his eyes found her they ran quickly down pausing on her face then traced down her body across her panties to her bare thighs.  She couldn't decipher the look on his face and found herself desperately searching for a plausable excuse, she clenched her lips in anticipation of his disapproval.

She was surprised when instead of disapproving, he dropped to his knees in front of her now at eye level, set the game aside on the floor and grasped her hips in his big soft hands.  He looked at her, a mixture of surprise and excitement on his face.  A smile grew as he looked into her eyes and he half whispered, "I knew it!  I knew you were beautiful all over."

Kaylin flushed with his compliment as he drew his eyes back down.  With his hands he guided her to slowly turn around, stopping her for a moment as she faced away from him.  Although his positive reaction made her more secure in her decision, she still felt very vulnerable.  Since most of her growing up it was just her mother and her at home, she had never stood in front of a man in her panties, so it was pretty uncomfortable.

Chris turned her back around and ran his hands behind her to carress her bum.  His touch made her tummy flutter a little bit.  She suddenly felt kind of warm inside.  She followed his gaze as he looked straight at her panties and drew in a deep breath, then looked slowly up to meet her downward gaze.

She couldn't hold his eyes for long, it was just too uncomfortable, so she looked down at the floor.  He caught her chin with the tips of his fingers, cupping it as he brought her eyes back up to meet his.  "I meant it, you are very beautiful, Kaylin,"  he said quietly, his voice kind of husky.  "Would you be willing to do something extra special for me?"

She nodded, a little unsure.  Something about the tone of his voice and the way he asked the question made her light headed.

"Can I see how you look under your panties?" he asked, squeezing her hips gently as he asked.  "You don't have to, if you don't want to," he added quickly.

She took a breath, swallowed for courage, then slowly nodded her head.  She bit the inside of her lip as he hooked his fingers into her waistband and slowly pulled her panties down, pushing them and her shorts all the way to the floor.  The cool air on her exposed skin raised goose bumps and almost made her shiver.

The sound of her panties as he slipped them down was forever etched in her memory.  To this day, the hiss of panties sliding against skin, exposing what lays beneath arouses her in a special way.  At times, that sound, even when she is just changing clothes, will transport her back to that heady time when he first exposed her.

She stood there, very uncomfortable, but committed to doing whatever he asked, as he gazed at her.  "Can you pull your shirt up a little?" he asked softly.  

With only a slight hesitation she reached down and grabbed the hem of her shirt.  He put his hand on hers and pushed the shirt up to her chest. She held it there while he bent to look straight between her legs.

Her head was still spinning and she felt very exposed as he looked closely at her.  He ran his hands around her hips and caressed her bum.  They felt warm on her bare skin and made her tingle where he touched.  As he looked closely at her jayjay (as she called it) Chris ran his hands up and down her bum, tracing the crack with his fingers from the top all the way down to where it disappeared between her legs.

Honestly, she had not really paid much attention to what she looked like between her legs.  She knew that there was a crack and sometimes when she was laying in the tub, she could see a little nub poking out from the middle of the crack.  To her it looked kind of like a worm poking out of an apple.  She wasn't sure what was there that was worth looking at but was positive that it wasn't beautiful like Chris had said.

However, she liked the attention and it felt good to have his hands brushing her bum as he looked, even though it felt kind of weird to be standing there with her pants around her ankles.  After a minute or two he brought his hands back around and ran them down to the top of her thighs, then across and up to touch her jayjay.

His touch was soft, but it didn't tickle.  Regardless, when he touched her between the legs, she involuntarily flinched.  "Sorry," he said quietly, straightening to looking her in the eye, "do you want me to stop touching you there?"

Somehow the tone in his voice made her certain that she was in control, that if she said to stop, he would do just that without question or hesitation.  So, she shook
her head "No" letting him continue with his caress.  Even though the newness of it made her slightly uncomfortable, she was enjoying his touch and his attention.  He pushed on the inside of her thighs with his finger tips and she obliged his unspoken request by spreading her legs as far as the shorts around her ankles would allow.  He slid his fingers midway down the crack of her jayjay and gently spread the lips apart, holding them open.

He leaned down to look as he held her open for a moment or two and again drew a deep breath, staring intently.  Then he slid one hand around behind her and ran it around on her bum, circling her buns, tracing the crack up and down occassionally pushing gently against her bum hole.  With his other hand he started massaging her jayjay, tracing its crack with his finger, circling the little bump that sometimes poked out from her crack.

She looked down, watching facinated as he rubbed her jayjay.  As he worked, she noticed that when he ran his finger up and down her bum crack or her jayjay that the tingling started feeling even better.  When he circled the little bump it made her knees feel kind of weak.  She tucked her shirt under her chin and steadied herslef by holding onto his head with both hands while he rubbed and looked.

He looked up at her and this time she held his gaze.  His eyes looked soft and he was smiling, but there was something else in his face that she couldn't identify.  Later in life she would know the look as desire.  "Does this feel good, Kaylin," he asked, voice husky.  "Does it feel good how I am rubbing you?"

She nodded a lump in her throat.  She couldn't bring herself to say anything, afraid the words might break the spell and he would stop.

"Do you want me to keep doing it, or should I stop?" He asked.  "I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable and I know it feels funny having your pants down."

She managed to whisper two words, "Keep doing," her own voice a little raspy.  As she spoke, her hips involuntarily flexed forward towards his touch, underscoring her answer.  The feeling generated by his touch was something she had never experienced before.  Her tummy kind of fluttered and she felt warm inside, the warmth starting near his touch and radiating outward.

She had never touched herself down there except to quickly wipe a piece of tissue across it after going to the bathroom and of course washing carefully in the tub remembering but not really understanding her mother's admonition "You'll start smelling like an old fish market if you don't keep yourself good and clean down there."

In fact, as with most kids, she considered those bits kind of gross.  When she was younger and not so careful to get them good and dry after peeing she ended up several times with a chapped and angry red jayjay.  So, the fact that they could be a source of pleasure was a revelation to her.

Chris's attention to her bum was unexpectedly nice.  Unexpected becaus,after all, that's where poop came out of and it didn't make sense that it was a place someone would want to touch.  But for some reason, his rubbing up, down and around made what he was doing to her jayjay feel even better.  She decided not to think about it, just close her eyes and enjoy the new feelings.

After a while, Chris slowly stopped rubbing and withdrew his hands, sliding them around to hold her by the hips and straightened to look into her face.  His hands felt so big as he held her, she opened her eyes when she felt his face move up and looked right into his eyes.  "I guess we'd better get going or they're going to wonder where we've been," he said with resignation in his voice.  "They all know how close my house is to theirs."

She knew he was right, but really wanted him to continue his touching.  Given the choice, she would have risked more ridicule from her mother and the other adults to keep feeling so good.

He bent from her face and took one last long look at her jayjay.  Without warning he leaned in and kissed her right in the middle, touching the little bump with his tongue.  His lips felt soft against her and in contrast she could feel his scratchy whiskers against her groin.  The touch of his tongue against her bump sent a jolt of pleasure through her making her knees buckle a little bit.  As good as it felt, his action so caught her by surprise that she yelped and pushed his head away.

He chuckled, "Sorry to tickle you, it's just that you are so beautiful down there I had to give it a kiss goodnight, since I won't be able to do that properly tonight with all the others around."  The silly comment and twinkle in his eye made her giggle.

With that he slipped her panties up, running his hands around the waistband to make sure it was smooth around her waist.  Leaning in, he gave her a peck on the tummy his whiskers tickled but she didn't jump this time.  Then he pulled her shorts up for her, zipping and buttoning them closed.  He straghtened up further and held her shoulders looking right into her eyes.

"Kaylin, I meant it when I said you are beautiful," he said softly.  "You are the prettiest, nicest girl I know."  He leaned in intending to give her a little kiss on the lips for emphasis and she met his kiss with her lips slightly parted, hoping for another kiss like the first.

He took advantage of the fact that this time there weren't other kids looking on and pulled her into a gentle embrace.  She was surprised when he lightly traced her lips with the tip of his tongue, it was more than she expected and she didn't know how to react.

When he broke their kiss, she was still trying to sort things out with eyes still tightly closed, lips slightly parted, still tingling from the touch of his tongue.  He pulled her close and gave her one more kiss, lingering for a moment before breaking their embrace.  Her eyes fluttered open and she looked into his face, emotions welling up that she had never felt before, "I'm glad you are my friend, Chris," she whispered.

He smiled as he rose, taking her hand in his as they headed to the door.  "I'm glad we are friends too, Kaylin."  Her head was spinning as they got in the car and headed back to the party.

The rest of the evening flew by.  As soon as they returned she headed for the other kids and did her best to play with the little ones as she sorted through the experience in her mind.  She knew that what they had done would not be OK with her mom, but then there were a lot of things that she wanted to do that weren't allowed.  She wondered what it was exactly that Chris had done down there that felt so good and decided to try to find out sometime when she was alone.

Whatever it was, she wanted more of it and made up her mind that she would look for opportunities to be alone with him.  Maybe she could surprise him in the bathroom and get him to touch her again.  She fell asleep that night and several nights the following week scheming how to get a repeat performance.

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