## Archive-name: j_girls8

From: - <Rainwalker@gnn.com>

Subject: J-Girls...Part 8

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8 - Getting To Know You

It rained most of that week, it was April, but the following weekend's weather turned out to be just fine. On Saturday afternoon the Danvers tribe loaded up into our van and we headed for the Baldwins. Actually, we could have walked but I didn't completely trust the weather. The Baldwin's house was a little bigger than the one Sue and I had. We were doing OK in the money department, but the Baldwins apparently had hit the big time. The house was loaded with expensive furniture and they had a big swimming pool in the backyard. The pool hadn't been opened for the season, yet, but we ended up out there, anyway. There was a grill going for cooking and we had music from the stereo and comfortable chairs scattered around.

What really interested me was that Vanessa had a beautiful, older sister, just turned sixteen. She was tall, well developed and, like her sister, had blond hair. Nicole, that was her name, didn't stay around for the get-together. Too bad. She was really nice to look at, and I wondered if she was available. Everyone else seemed to be. Shortly after the introductions, she took off. I saw her drive away in a late model sports car and Mindy whispered to me that it was a J car. Funny, it looked like a Ford Mustang. I couldn't tell for sure. What in hell was a "J" car, anyway and where did a 16 year-old girl get one? It looked awfully expensive, whatever it was. I was dying to find out but this didn't seem to be either the time or place to question Mindy about it.

Vanessa was modestly dressed. She was wearing baggy, knee length shorts and a floppy, oversized blouse. There was no hiding her good looks but she seemed, how shall I say it, normal. I didn't get that impression of hot-blooded, ready-to-fuck sensuality she had projected earlier. She even behaved different. There was none of the firecracker vitality I'd come to expect. I could see now how I might have overlooked her in the past. She was a talented, little actress.

Her mother, Jill, was a pleasant, matronly, suburban housewife with fading good looks. I estimated her age as being somewhere in her late thirties. No doubt, in high school and college Jill was a real looker, but time was taking its toll on her.

Vanessa's father, Nick Baldwin, had to have been at least as old as his wife but he didn't look it. At least not from a distance. At first I thought he was a neighbor or a relative of the family. His trim, athletic build was suggestive of an active, energetic lifestyle. I could see where any woman, or even a girl, would consider him attractive and it pained me to think that Mindy had chosen someone so obviously good looking to have sex with. It told me volumes about the way she looked at the world and men, and how she must have felt about what we were doing. Up close, I could see some lines in his face that gave away his true age, but I had to admit that he was a handsome devil.

I couldn't tell how the others felt, but I was puzzled and just a little uneasy. Here was this guy who specialized in fucking underage girls, my daughter was next on his list and he acted just like any other guy in the neighborhood. Anyone not knowing what I knew about him would never suspect what was going on. In fact, I briefly wondered if everything Mindy had said was really true. In that setting it didn't seem possible.

The girls, Polly and Suzy included, drifted off into the house. The four of us, Sue and me and Baldwin and his wife, sat around discussing events in the neighborhood and in our fair city, just like any other gathering of neighbors and friends.

In spite of my misgivings about him putting his hands on Mindy, I began to warm up to this Nick character. He was interesting, and except for his strange hobby, which I of course sort of shared with him, he was a regular guy. He even told a few jokes and they were actually funny. This would be Mindy's first time having sex with anyone but me, and I suppose if she wanted it to be with this guy, well, she could have done a lot worse.

Things were going along quite well. Nick had put out a big tub of cold beer and soft drinks and after a few brews I began to feel more relaxed. There was a lull in the conversation and I was about to make a trip to the toilet when Nick inquired about the coming week's changeover.

"So tell me, Jack. Do you think you'll be able to handle Vanessa for a week?"

Now there was a loaded question, if ever I heard one. I still wasn't completely sure if everything I'd been told was true. There was a nagging doubt in the back of my mind about Mindy's information. If the women hadn't been there, and if I'd had a few more beers, I think I would have had a frank discussion with this guy about what was going to happen. Instead, I very carefully offered a response that I thought would pass unnoticed by the women but that Nick would understand. I wasn't sure about Nick's wife but so far Sue didn't know what was going on between me and the girls. "Well, if she's anything like Mindy, I don't think there'll be a problem."

"Oh, those two girls are more alike than any others I know of. There won't be any problems. I'm sure of it. You know, Mindy comes around here a lot. She's almost like one of the family. This week's stay with us will kind of make it official. "

And so it went. Eventually the girls wandered back, we ate and then it was time to go home. As we were leaving, Nick shook my hand and in a quiet voice reassured me. "Don't worry, Jack. I'll take care good care of your girl and you do the same with mine."

That was it. Anyone seeing or hearing what went on that day would not be able to attach any sinister motives to this exchange of girls. On the surface it appeared to be exactly what the school had set up.

The next day, Sunday, it rained again. It was still April. I was as nervous as a kid on his first date. There was no football to watch on TV and I'd lost interest in baseball, after the strike. Mindy stayed up in her room most of the day, getting her things together. Everything she was taking had to be spotlessly clean, and she was taking a lot of new stuff, specially purchased for this little expedition. I stopped by to see how she was doing, but I felt awkward and couldn't think of anything worthwhile to say. When I asked if she had any second thoughts about what was coming up, she said no.

About two o'clock that afternoon, Nick Baldwin drove up with Vanessa. Since it was still raining they had to run for our front door and I was standing there to let them in. It was a confused scene. Nick said he couldn't stay because he had a business meeting that evening. He was an officer in a bank.

Our front hall looked like a railroad station. Everybody was milling around, saying hello to Vanessa and goodbye to Mindy and trying to get their bags and stuff going in the right direction. Suzy kept picking up one of Mindy's bags, trying to carry it back upstairs. I gave Mindy a goodbye hug and kiss, and watched her run out to the car. It was really coming down so we closed the door and watched her away through the windows. When they were out of sight, I turned and gave Vanessa a gentle hug, kissed her on the cheek and officially welcomed her to the house. Sue and the girls made a really big fuss over her, so there wasn't much opportunity for me to say or do anything more. They gathered around her in a babbling crowd, and she gave me a big smile as they rushed her up the stairs to show her where she'd be sleeping.

For the rest of the day, and onto into the evening, I was kept pretty much in the background. Polly and Suzy played `show and tell' for Vanessa, explaining where everything was and how it worked. Even Sue got into it. As for me, I only had a week for what I wanted to do and I intended to make the most of it. I'd already set up my alibi for that evening, telling Sue I'd be working late in my office and for her not to wait up for me. I often did this so it didn't seem unusual.

Everybody finally went to bed but I wasn't sure if they were asleep, yet. Along about 10:30 I couldn't wait any longer. It was raining like hell outside and I figured the noise would cover any sound I might make. Like a cat burglar, I made my way to Mindy's bedroom. This wasn't the first time I'd slipped into this room for some late nigh fun, but there was a different girl in there, now. As soon as I was inside, I dropped my clothes on the floor and crept over to the bed. When I did this with Mindy, the mere thought of getting in with her gave me an erection. This time it didn't happen. My apprehension about how Vanessa would receive me, sort of held things in check. Suppose she screamed, or something? No matter what Mindy had told me, this kid was only twelve-years old. If I got caught in bed with her, there was going to be trouble.

As carefully as I could, I slipped under the covers next to her, and waited to see what she would do. Nothing. She was asleep. Well, I hadn't come this far just to look at her. Like a snake, creeping up on it's prey, I slowly reached out for Vanessa. Mmmm, nice. She was wearing a nightgown and I gently moved my hand around, feeling her thin arms and shoulders through the cottony material. Vanessa's long, shoulder length hair was spilled all over and around her face. Ever so carefully I brushed it away and leaned over to kiss her on the neck. She was sweet, so sweet.

When I kissed her, she moved a bit and let out a soft, mewing sound, kind of like a kitten. Oh yeah! This was going to be good.

The bed was familiar territory to me. It was where Mindy slept every night, and it was where I'd taken her virginity; not to mention several follow up revelries. The sheets still held a faint trace of Mindy's scent, but there was a much stronger scent from the girl who now lay sleeping there. She smelled different than Mindy, but just as captivating.

The rain had slacked off some but you could still hear it coming down. The room was dark, but from the dim light of the street lamp outside I could just make out the sleeping girl. Every once in a while there'd be a flash of lightning that lit up the whole room, and then, a few seconds later, off in the distance, there would be an answering bang of thunder. One of these boomers crashed into the girl's consciousness at just the right moment. I could tell that she'd come awake. Then, in a throaty, sleepy voice, she spoke. "Is it you, Mr. Danvers?"

Who was she expecting? "Yes," I whispered.

Well, it didn't seem that she was going to scream so I reached out and let my arms go around her. She came right to me, all soft and warm, and cuddly and I exulted in the feel of her lush, young body close to mine. The contact with her sent a wake up call to my cock, too. It came rushing up to full size and I boldly pressed it against her through the nightgown. She didn't seem to mind.

For the moment I was content to just lie there and enjoy the luxury of holding Vanessa in my arms. She had been on my mind for weeks and now my dreams were about to come true. I wanted to savor every moment with her.

From out of the depths of my subconscious a childhood memory floated to the surface. I was eleven-years old and lying in bed with my cousin, an older, teen-age girl. She had her hands between my legs, playing with me. Back then I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do. This wasn’t a problem anymore.

My hand slid down Vanessa's back to feel her behind. She moved closer, pushing her face into my chest and murmured something that I couldn't understand.

Mindy was right! The girl was for me. I pulled up on the back side of her nightgown to get it out of the way. I was going to slip my hand inside her panties, except she wasn't wearing any. She was naked under the gown. Sweet Jesus! What an ass! What a delightfully smooth, firm little ass she had! She felt so good, so irresistibly, fucking good! No wonder it was illegal to fool around with girls her age. If it wasn't there wouldn't hardly be a virgin over the age of ten.

It was probably a dopey thing to say but things were fast spinning out of control for me. "You're not wearing any pants."

She turned her head up and from the sound of her voice I guessed that she was puzzled. "No, I'm not. I thought you'd want it that way . . . They're right there on the chair. I can put them on, if you want."

"Oh, no. I like it better this way. In fact, I'd like to get this nightgown off you, too."

"Sure. You'll have to help . . ." And with that she raised her arms. "Pull it over my head." I had the feeling she'd done this before. When I pulled up on the nightgown, she wiggled down and out the bottom, toward the foot of the bed. She kept right on sliding down and popped out below my chest. A little ball of delicious, delightful nakedness. I reached down to pull her back up and stopped. She had curled up with her legs half around mine, and her hands were at my cock. I was paralyzed. No way was I going to disturb her. If she wanted to play with my prick it was hers. She could do whatever she wanted with it and if she ran out of things to do, I could suggest something.

Vanessa was way ahead of me. It wasn't long before I felt her tongue on the tip of my prick. Damn! She knew exactly what to do. Next I felt her lips. She was kissing the tip of my cock and I was going crazy. I began thrusting myself at her, wanting to get more and she accommodated me. Her lips closed around my cock and I was inside her mouth. That warm, wet, young girl mouth was stuffed full of my rock hard erection and I could not get enough of her. Besides sucking on me for all she was worth, her little hand got busy jerking me off.

Deep down inside me, a volcano was getting ready to erupt. In another few seconds I was going to blast a load right down her throat. Someone had taken the time to explain the finer points of sucking to this young lady. Whether it was her father or one of the other men who had bedded her I didn't know, but she had learned the lesson well. As wonderful as it was, there was something missing. I wanted to see her beautiful, angelic, twelve-year old face while she was doing it to me and I couldn't do that in the dark. She’d have to stop. Later, in the daytime when I could watch, I'd have her do it again.

Besides, I had to have more contact with her. I had to feel as much of her at one time as I could. I needed to wrap my arms and legs around this luscious, little sixth-grader. She didn't want to break away, she was that far into it. I had to pull her up by the hair. As she came up I put my hands on her tits. They were small, maybe a little bigger than Mindy's but solid, and nicely rounded. Her nipples were hard and standing straight out. Now it was my turn to slide down. I had to taste them. I had to find out what they were like. Opening wide, I could get a good bit of one tit in my mouth and I spent several minutes, going from one to the other.

She liked it as much as I did. Every so often she'd moan with pleasure while cradling my head in her arms.

While I was busy feasting on her tits, my hand slid down across her stomach and went between her legs. She was firm and smooth, just like Mindy and Polly, with no hair. I was enraptured by what I was coming to recognize as the distinct feel, the unique texture of a young girl's cunt. I could also tell she'd been fucked a number of times, because it was a lot easier to work my finger into her than with either Mindy or Polly. She was all wet and slippery inside, too. This absolutely delightful, young creature was ready to screw and I was just the guy to give it to her.

Rolling around in bed with a naked Vanessa was pure pleasure, but it couldn't go on much longer. There was a fire raging inside me and only one way to put it out. I crawled back up into position so as to fuck her. Eagerly, she reached down to guide my cock in, while at the same time, spreading her legs. I wondered just how many times she'd done this.

She definitely wasn't a virgin. My prick slid into her with no trouble at all. It was still a marvelous sensation. Words cannot describe the way it feels to have a trim, sexually aroused twelve-year old underneath you. There's nothing like underage pussy.

She was an aggressive little thing. From the way she rolled her ass around, I could tell that she'd done this many times. She knew exactly how she wanted my cock inside her and she wasted no time going for it. As soon as I started fucking her, she began moaning and huffing in time to my thrusts. I was afraid Sue would hear. No way was I going to stop. I clamped my mouth over Vanessa's to stifle the sound and her tongue went into my mouth. Jesus! All this from a little girl. It was unbelievable.

When I did shoot into her, she started working her arms and legs around and clawing at me like she was trying to get inside me. What a reaction! Even after I finished pumping my fluid into her, she only gradually slowed and stopped, finally just hanging onto me. We were both soaking wet with sweat and cum all between us.

I wanted to just go off to sleep, with her under me and my cock resting on the threshold of that juicy, young cunt. It would be nice to wake up in the morning, with her along side me. A little voice inside warned me that this would be dangerous. With some regret, I disengaged and started to get up. The girl came back to life and began kissing me and cuddling up to me. She didn't want me to leave! "Stay with me, please."

"I can't, Vanessa. I have to go. Someone could walk in and see us." I had Sue in mind for that chore. What would she think? What would she do? I really didn't want to find out.

As I raised up out of the bed, Vanessa's arms reached out to me. I leaned over and gave her a long, hard kiss on the mouth, and then it was over. I picked up my clothes and slipped out the door.

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