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 Belinda (MF)
 Everett Ready

 A few years ago, I was living in a small rooming house in a run-down
 section of San Diego. This was just after I had gotten out of jail
 after five years for possession of pot. I worked as a free-lance
 computer programmer, mostly at night, so I had time on my hands.

 One afternoon I was working on this old Saab I had in the garage of
 the rooming house, when the daughter of a neighbor wandered in. She
 wore a dirty light green dress of very thin fabric, too short for her
 evidently growing body. Her dark blond hair was should length, unkempt
 and dirty. She was sucking on a piece of candy, which she spit into
 the palm of her right hand to look at critically for a moment before
 popping it back into her mough. I watched this with part amusement
 and part disgust and waited until she said something, but she remained
 quiet. She looked pretty plain, but there was something about her I
 liked. She was like a wild child.

 "Whatcha doing?" she finally asked me. She climbed into the car on
 the passenger side and leaned over to the driver's side, looking at
 me trying to see under the dashboard.

 "Trying to fix the ignition," I answered. She was so close that I
 could smell her sweet candy-breath. I sat up and looked at her again.
 Her dress was unbuttoned at the top and she was missing two other
 buttons. The way she leaned over, the material fell away from her
 body and I could see inside. Her breasts were just budding. I looked
 a little lower and could see the plump curve of her mound as well. I
 was  a bit startled to notice that she didn't have any underwear on.

 I smiled at her. "What's your name, Suzy-Q?"

 "I'm not Suzy Q," she teased. "I'm Belinda."

 I turned my flashlight on her and I could actually see part way though
 her dress, at least enough to tell that her pussy was smooth and bare.
 She saw where I was looking and scolded me. "Hey, you're not supposed
 to see inside my dress." But she didn't move away or try to hide herself
 in any way. I turned my flashlight back to the wiring, but I couldn't
 concentrate any more.

 "How old are you, Belinda?"

 "Eleven. I'll be twelve in...five months."

 I sat up and looked into her dress again. Then she giggled.

 "I dont' like to wear anything underneath. I rubs me the wrong way,
 you know?" The she looked at me carefully. "Did you know that you're
 looking at me the same way men sometimes look at my mom?"

 "Well,uh" I answered, "I don't really mean anything by it. I guess
 you're really too young to know much about it, anyway."

 "Wouldn't you like to know!" she teased.

 I went back to the dashboard with a screwdriver. "Hey, could you do me
 a big favor and hold the flashlight over here?" I asked. She nodded and
 directed the beam to where I was trying to untangle a bunch of wires.

 "Am I doing it right?"

 "Perfect," I said. "You want a soda?"

 Then, completely unexpectedly, she asked "Do you have a big pee-pee?" I
 wasn't sure I heard right and she asked me again.

 "Uh, why do you want to know?"

 "Cause I heard my mom telling a friend of hers that she likes men with
 big ones and I kind of wanted to know what big ones looked like. I've
 seen plenty of boys," she bragged.

 "Oh, is that so?" Now it was my turn to tease. "I guess you'll have to
 find out for yourself." As it happened, I didn't have a "big" one, but
 wanted to continue the game to see where it led.

 "Maybe I will" was her answer. "Are you sure you want me to?" Now I was
 really interested.

 "Wait a minute," I said, "I better lock the garage door." I came back
 and got into the car next to her and leaned back against the door on
 the driver's side. "Go ahead," I said. As her small hands began to unzip
 my fly and undo my pants, I started to get really hot. She giggled again.
 "There it is," she said, gripping it through my boxers. "It's still
 getting bigger."

 "Reach in and feel it," I suggested. She hesitated, but then slid her
 hand into my pants. She felt around, squeezing it and running her hand
 up and down it. "I guress it's pretty big," she finally concluded. "Can
 I see it?"

 At that moment, I felt oddly vulnerable and light-headed. I was looking
 at her rounded, very white upper thighs. In her eagerness, her dress
 rode up right to her pussy. My head was throbbing, but not from pain.

 "Okay, Miss Curiosity, have a look." She unzipped me all the way,
 unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down. Then she sort of gaped at me
 sat back a bit.

 "Why is it wet on top? Do you have to go?"

 "No, silly, it's kind of secretion before coming -- it's automatic."
 Then I put my hand on her thighs and slid it up to her naked him. "Do
 you think you're old enough for this?" I asked.

 She giggled. "I guess so. Some of mom's boyfriends have done that. They
 feel my boobs soemtimes when she's not around." I began to feel a bit
 nervous. I didn't want to be just another man to take advantage of this
 girl's innocence, but I continued my caresses anyway. Soon, I was
 touching her breasts, which were softer than I expected, yielding and
 fleshy, with flat, undeveloped nipples.

 "Don't I have nice boobs?" she asked. I continued to fondle her and
 whispered "gorgeous" with my face close to hers. Then she asked whether
 I liked her.

 "Sure I like you. You can come around here any time." Then I gave her
 75 cents for the soda.

 "Can I come around tomorrow and help too?" I said yes, but perhaps
 wouldn't have if I had realized that she might start to see me as a
 source of small change in exchange for a few feels.

 The next day, Belinda appeared again almost when I expected her not
 show up at all. I was installing a cassette player and I saw here from
 the corner of my eyes sneaking up on me to scare me. When she made a
 jump at me, I pretended to be really surprised, throwing the cassette
 player up in the air and catching it again. She laughed really loudly,
 delighted.

 "Scared you, didn't I?"

 "Sure did." I continued working on the stereo.

 "Is it broke?"

 "No, I'm just installing it. It's going to be really loud. What kind of
 music do you like?"

 She thought for a minute and said Madonna. I was relieved she didn't
 say New Kids on the Block.

 "Just wait and we'll test this out." I started the car and put in a
 tape -- not Madonna, but the Red Hot Chili Peppers. Eighty watts per
 channel blasted into the garage and she held her ears. I laughed and
 adjusted the volume downward. "Well, what do you think?" I asked her.

 "Wow, that's really loud," she said, taking her hands away from her
 ears now that the sould was down low. "Who is that?"

 "It's the Red Hot Chili Peppers."

 "Oh, I think I saw something by them on MTV." I nodded and strated
 putting everything back together.

 "Hey, would you like me to feel your pee-pee again?" Belinda was really
 something.

 "Sure." I set down my wrench and pulled her next to me on the front
 seat. As she unbuttoned my pants, I reached one arm around her and
 began fondling her breasts through her thin dress. It was a prettier
 and cleaner one than yesterday, but stained several washes agao from
 candy, soda, ketchup -- just like any other eleven-year-old.

 She didn't really respond much when I played with her breasts, but
 she seemed interested in my cock, which she squeezed and poked back
 and forth. "Does that hurt?" she asked, squeezing me gently and then
 a bit harder.

 "Well, it doesn't feel great, but it doesn't hurt."

 That was a mistake, because then she started grabbing at me, and when
 she got one of my testicles, I yelped in pain. She let go immediately
 and said she was sorry, so I explained that she had to be very careful
 there and stroke me gently.

 She began playing with the foreskin, moving it up and down. I felt
 really good. "Did you ever do this before?" I asked, suspecting she
 had.

 "No, but I saw -- uhh, I guess I shouldn't say." I didn't pry any
 further. She continued masturbating me and I reached around again and
 touched her vulva, but she pused my hand away. "I'm too young for that,"
 she said.

 "Too young to be touched, when you're sitting here with my dick in
 your hand?" I smiled. I was incredulous and she shrugged and said,
 "well, alright, but not for too long."

 She spread her legs apart and I ran my index finger under her skirt,
 pushing aside her underwear, and stroked her slit and fingered her
 clitoris very gently back and forth. I could see she enjoyed it and
 I could feel the heat rising up from her. She was getting quite wet.

 "Will you give me another 75 cents today?" Now I was in a strange
 position. Her irregular movements on my cock were having their effect,
 but I didn't want to encourage her in this manner. Hesitantly, I told
 her I would.

 "How long now?" she saked after a few minutes.

 "Soon, very soon," I answered, brimming to a fantastic climax as I
 fingered her hairless pussy. Then I shot all over, getting cum on her
 dress, the dashboard, even in her hair. I cleaned her off and she said
 she had to go so I gave her the 75 cents.

 "See you tomorrow," she said, somewhat coquettishly.

 The next day when Belinda showed up, I was determined not to do it
 again. I really liked her and felt she could really get herself into
 some bad habits -- or worse. When she asked me if I wanted to do it
 again, I told her that I wasnt' really in the mood today. She frowned
 a little and I tried to cheer her up.

 "If we play with each other, I don't want it to have to depend upon my
 giving you money. So maybe it's better if I just gave a you a little
 allowance and we remain good friends."

 She really lit up after that. I told her she could have five dollars
 a week and she could have all at once or a dollar at a time. She said
 she wanted it a dollar at a time, so she could see me every day after
 school. I laughed and said taht maybe she sould take a few dollars at
 a time, just in case we couldn't see each other every day.

 We certainly didn't do sexual things every time we saw each other, but
 we cuddled and kissed a lot. Sometimes we me in the garage, sometimes
 at a place we would pre-arrange, like up in the woods. We went for
 long walks and she used to talk a lot about her mom and her boyfriends,
 none of whom she liked very much and several of whom tried to make a
 play for her. She said she pushed them off every time, especially when
 they offered her money.

 We remained close friends until she had her first serious boyfriend
 when she was sixteen and lost her virginity to him. She was so excited
 about it and surprised me one day in the garage, shouting "guress what?
 guess what?" I looked up and she blurted out "I lost my virginity!" I
 laughed and said "that's great! Do you want me to help you find it?!"
 I always did have a dumb sense of humor. But I was genuinely happy for
 her.