
                                 Lori
                             by NyteMyst

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I first saw Lori from my study window one sunny day in early June.
Being a freelance journalist, I work almost exclusively at home and
after I bought my comfortable Victorian house some three years ago I
turned one of the second floor bedrooms into a place to write and do
computer research.  The walls are lined with shelves and my computer
desk is set beside a large set of windows that overlook the pretty
park behind the house.

Often, as I sit at my desk, I am able to see the neighborhood
children playing on the grassy two acres that make up the park.  They
rarely disturb me and, indeed, it is often a pleasant diversion to
watch them amuse themselves.  Hide and seek seems to be a favorite
amongst the younger set, and sometimes a gang of them will organize a
soccer or baseball game.  Since there is no fence surrounding my
backyard, the shrubs at the edge of my property are often resorted to
as a hiding place or a fort for war games.

Lori struck me the most of all the children I came to recognize, not
just because she is such a pretty girl, but also because she seemed
to spend so much time alone.  I later learned that she lived in the
twelve-unit apartment building next door and that she was just a few
months shy of her thirteenth birthday.  There were few other girls
her age in the immediate area and it was for that reason that she was
often at loose ends.  Sometimes she joined in games with some of the
younger children, and a few times she was allowed to tag along with a
group of older teenagers.  Mostly, however, I used to see her sitting
alone reading a book beneath one of the tall, spreading elm trees, or
just watching some of the other kids at play.

As I mentioned, Lori is a remarkably pretty young girl.  She is
fairly tall for her age, being almost five feet high, and she has a
lovely head of dark brown hair that just reaches to her shoulders to
frame a delicately featured face.  She has lovely smooth skin, and a
golden-hued tan complexion that made me think she must be of
Mediterranean extraction.  Indeed, her mother, who I saw on a couple
of occasions, had the olive skinned face of a Greek and I thought I
could detect an accent of some kind when I heard her call for Lori
from the balcony of their apartment.

If it was not for my dog, Buster, I might never have met Lori.
Buster, a little York terrier with warm, brown eyes spends at least
two hours of every afternoon tied up in the back yard, and sometimes
a few of the local kids will come onto the property to play with him.
I don't mind this, and Buster seems to enjoy the attention he
wouldn't otherwise get while I am busy working.

One afternoon, I was taking a break from an article I was struggling
with and I decided to have a cigarette whilst leaning out my study
window.  A sound from below caught my attention and I looked down to
see Lori talking to Buster.  She was standing in front of him with
her hand stretched out, trying to make him sit up on his hind legs,
but Buster, though loveably cute, is not overly bright and he just
looked up at her with a quizzical look on his furry brown face.

"Come on, boy," she said, trying to entice him up from his prone
position.  Buster, his tongue lolling idiotically out of the side of
his mouth, watched her intently but didn't move.  A
characteristically foolish grim wreathed his chops and it was clear
that he hadn't the slightest idea what she wanted.  "You silly dog,"
giggled Lori.  "I bet you'd sit up and beg quick enough if I had a
treat to give you."

As I watched her, I couldn't help but notice how slimly attractive
she was in her summery T-shirt and shorts.  She was far from having a
womanly form as yet, but it was just possible, when she turned in
profile, to discern the first burgeoning swellings of adolescent
breasts.  Her lime green shorts, whose legs barely extended below the
crotch, were extremely tight and the sight of her prominent pubic
mound was causing me to have some thoughts one really ought not to
have concerning girls of that age.

I don't know if she sensed me watching or not, but I was a little
startled when she suddenly looked up at me.  I think a guilty look
may have flitted across my features, but she seemed to find nothing
amiss for she waved at me and flashed me a lovely smile.

"I like your dog," she said.  "What's his name?"

"Uh... that's Buster," I replied after I had regained my composure.

"He's cute," she smiled, "but I can't get him to do any tricks."

"I don't think he knows any," I answered with a laugh.  She shrugged
at this, indicating that this didn't matter.

"I'm Lori.  What's your name?"

"Robert," I said.  "Most people call me Bob."  She seemed about to
say something else when a stentorian female voice could be heard
coming from next door.  Lori rolled her eyes.

"That's my mom," she told me.  "I gotta go."  She started to leave
but then turned back to me.  "Is it okay if I come back and play with
him again?"  she asked.  I told her that would be fine with me and
she flashed me another gorgeous smile before running off in the
direction of the voice.  I watched her go, guiltily conscious of the
fact that I was taking way too much pleasure at the vision of her
tight young buttocks stretching out the thin fabric of her tiny
shorts.

I finished the article I was working on over the next few days and I
was well into my next project before I saw Lori again.  I had just
resumed writing after my lunch break when I heard a knock at my back
door.  I saved my work and went downstairs, wondering whom on earth
it might be.  I opened the door and was very pleasantly surprised to
see Lori standing there.

"Hi," she said.  "I was wondering if I could take Buster out to play
in the park."  She looked so pretty standing there in her denim
cut-offs and blue tank top that I hated to disappoint her.  The truth
was, however, that Buster could be a little bugger when he wanted to
be and might very easily disappear if he was untethered.  I
considered the matter for a moment and then happily seized on a
compromise.

"Well," I began, "Buster runs away sometimes if you let him.  But
maybe you could take him for a walk on his leash."

"Sure," exclaimed Lori.  "That'd be fun!"

I took Buster's leash from the coat-hook behind the door and handed
it to her, looking on as she went and hooked it up to his collar.
She deftly unclipped him from his tether and then gave me a wave
before the pair of them gamboled off for the trees and grassy spaces
of the park.  As on the first occasion, I kept watching after her
until she was out of sight, again appreciating the delicious curves
of her tiny bottom.

Lori played with Buster for over an hour on that first day, and
thereafter she took him out regularly, rarely missing a day.  Most of
the time she would come and go without me knowing, popping in just
long enough to get the leash from its hook.  On one occasion,
however, she came back carrying Buster and called for me to come and
look at his foot.  It appeared that the poor dog had cut one paw on a
piece of glass, and, as it didn't seem serious enough for a trip to
the vet, we washed the wound together and then bound his foot with a
strip of cloth torn from a dish towel.  Lori clucked sympathetically
during the whole procedure and afterward she accepted a glass of pop
from me and chatted for a while before announcing that she really
ought to get home.

After that, Lori made a point of visiting after walking Buster, and
often came by to spend some time even when it was too rainy or
unpleasant to play in the park.  Sometimes she would come up to my
study and chat to me whilst I worked, taking an interest in some of
the articles I was writing.  During these chats I learned that Lori
lived alone with her mother, her parents having divorced when she was
six.  It appeared that her father had little interest in maintaining
contact with either her or her mother and in the end analysis she
was, I think a rather lonely young girl.  It occurred to me, after
she had begun to visit regularly, that I was probably her only real
friend in the neighborhood.

It was quite difficult to be around Lori and not have continual
naughty thoughts about her.  I often fantasized some very erotic
exchanges between us when I was alone, but I was always able to keep
my feelings to myself.  At least, that is to say, until one extremely
hot day in August when Lori came over to visit wearing a sleeveless
white blouse over a very short dark blue skirt.  I must say, she
looked so sexy that day that I was afraid that the swelling in my
groin might give me away.  However, I forced myself to think of other
things and I firmly believe to this day that nothing would have
happened except for an unusual discovery I had made only the week
before.

For several months I had been planning to get rid of an old doorway
that was set into the wall of my study across from my desk.  At one
time, the door had opened into the bathroom, but it had long since
been painted over and the handle removed.  I wanted to put another
shelving unit where the doorway was, but I needed to get rid of the
frame, and the door itself, so that I would have a clear surface
against which to build the shelf cabinet.  Being something of a
handyman, I went to work with my trusty tool-set, and, after some
sweaty work I managed to pry the door open and remove it from its
hinges.

I found myself looking at an unpainted sheet of wood neatly set into
the original doorframe.  In order to test the strength of the wooden
sheet, I gave it a tap with my hammer and was surprised to see the
head pass cleanly through the rotten material with very little
resistance.  Cursing because this meant I would have to do a repair
before building the shelves, I removed the hammer and peered through
the hole to find myself looking into the back of my towel closet.
Since this unit has no door, I was actually able to see right into
the whole of the bathroom itself.

As with many projects I begin, I got sidetracked before getting any
further and I still hadn't got to work on the repairs by the time that
the fateful visit from Lori occurred.  I was quite busy writing when
she arrived and, rather than disturb me, she sat on the couch and
began to leaf through one of my photograph albums.  From time to time
I stole a glance at her pretty tan legs and I had to force myself to
focus on what was a particularly tricky section of my article.  I was
quite deep in thought when Lori suddenly interrupted me to announce
she needed to go to the bathroom.  She was almost out of the room
when I suddenly remembered the hole in the wall and by the time I
heard the bathroom door close behind her I had crossed to the far
wall and had my eye pressed to the little orifice.  I couldn't
believe I was doing this, but there I was, one eye screwed shut and
the other straining for a glimpse of my pretty angel.

Although I could see the toilet, the angle was quite sharp and the
view somewhat less than perfect.  Lori suddenly came into my field of
vision and she crossed over to the toilet and stood in front of it
facing me.  In a quick, practiced motion she slid her hands under her
skirt and smoothly slid down her panties, sitting down on the commode
as she did so.  Because of the difficult angle and the speed of the
motion, I caught very little more than a quick flash of her upper
thighs.  The fall of her skirt as she slid her panties down obscured
her intimate parts from my view, but the sight of her cotton panties
and the sexy way she slid them down was so erotic that I felt myself
become instantly and stiffly erect.

Lori sat silently for a few moments, vacantly looking around the
room, and then I was able to make out the tinkle of her pee splashing
into the bowl.  This too was strangely exciting and I had to hold my
breath in fear that she might hear me.  In less than a minute, the
stream dwindled to nothing and Lori tore off a sheet of toilet paper
and put her hand between her legs to wipe herself.  She dropped the
tissue into the toilet and then bent down to grasp her panties.  With
the same fluid motion she drew the garment up, rising to her feet as
she did so.  Again, I wasn't able to see what her panties now covered
and when she crossed the room to wash her hands I retreated back to
my desk as quickly as I could.  My cock was now straining against the
fabric of my pants and I didn't dare be standing when she returned.

Lori came back into the room and started to return to the couch
before stopping and looking at me curiously.

"Gee, you look awful hot Mr. Bob," she said, calling me by her pet
name for me.

"Uh...uh, yeah.  It's really humid," I managed to stammer, thankful
that the weather provided me with a cover.

"You want me to get you a drink of iced tea?"  she asked.

"Oh, please," I replied.  "That would be lovely."  Lori turned on her
heel and left the room once more, this time heading down the stairs.
When she returned several minutes later I was a little more composed
and she brought my drink over to me at my desk.  I thanked her and
managed to down the whole glass in one draught.

"Better?"  she smiled.

"Much," I said, putting the glass down on the desk.  I started to
return to my work, paging back to the opening paragraphs so that I
could do a quick proofread and also pick up the train of my thought.
Lori, instead of going back to the couch, stood beside me and leaned
forward with her elbows on the desktop so that she could see what I
had written.  My article, which was about violence in schools,
appeared to interest her and I scrolled very slowly through it so
that she could read along with me.

I was very conscious of the nearness of this pretty young creature as
she read along with me and I was completely unable to concentrate on
my words.  When she leaned sideways a little so that her hip rested
against my arm, I almost became lightheaded and my cock, which had
deflated somewhat began to stir once again, causing me to shift in my
seat a little in order to hide the growing bulge.  It was a delicious
torment to have her pressed against me like this and I sat there in
silence, mesmerized by the steady sound of her breathing and the
occasional whisper she made as she sounded out an unfamiliar word.

When we reached the top of the second page, Lori suddenly reached her
left arm behind her back and tried to scratch an itchy spot.  It was
clear that she couldn't quite reach the required area and a frown
creased her pretty features as she continued to read.

"Mosquito bite?"  I asked.

"Uh huh," she nodded absently, not taking her eyes from the screen.

"Here, let me," I offered, taking my left hand from the desktop and
reaching up across her back.  I started to scratch at the area she
had been trying to reach and she let out a little sigh of
satisfaction as my fingers raked through her blouse, easing the
irritation.

"Mmm, that's the spot," she said.  "You got it first try."  I was
reluctant to stop the contact with her and so, after patting the spot
I had just scratched, I allowed my arm to rest lightly across the
small of her back.  This was as intimate as anything that had ever
passed between us, but if she even noticed the presence of my arm she
gave no indication, and she continued to read on as though nothing
was different.

After several minutes I was sufficiently emboldened by the lack of
reaction to let my arm drop behind her, doing it in such a way that
the inner surface of my forearm brushed lightly over the curve of her
out-thrust buttock as it passed.  I brought my arm to rest so that it
lay against the back of her satin smooth legs, and then let my hand
cup the outer side of her left knee.  Again, I waited to see if there
would be a negative reaction, but when she seemed to accept this as
well I began to gently caress the side of her leg with a gentle up
and down motion, not moving more than an inch or so in either
direction.

At this point, I couldn't believe how far I had gone and I tried to
tell my self I should stop, knowing full well that I would be unable
to do so.  I still retained enough presence of mind to keep scrolling
through the article, but my concentration was fully focused on the
activity going on down below, and I thought I could sense a change in
Lori's breathing indicating that she too was actively conscious of
the caress.

Very slowly, I drew my arm in a little so that my hand now massaged
the back of both legs.  I continued like this for a moment or so and
then, holding my breath, I began to rub the inside of her right knee,
my hand now completely between her legs.  I kept my hand in more or
less the same area for a number of minutes and continued to rub
softly as I raised my courage to take things a little further.  Then,
daring myself to continue, I began to inch my hand upward.

The feel of her naked skin against my palm was incredibly erotic and
my cock was now throbbing in my pants.  As my hand gradually moved up
the lovely shaft of her upper leg it became obstructed at the point
where her two thighs were pressed together and it was at this precise
moment that Lori suddenly moved.  I froze, thinking, with a sudden
stab of panic, that she was objecting to what was happening, but,
instead, she simply just shifted her weight slightly and slid her
left leg outward so that her thighs were even further apart.

"My God," I thought to myself.  "Is this an actual invitation for me
to continue?"  It certainly seemed as though Lori was not disturbed
by my actions and I felt a sensation bordering on elation as I
continued to slide my hand ever upward.  I didn't want to make any
sudden moves of course, and I moved no more than a fraction of an
inch with each minute that passed.  As my hand slid higher along the
inner surface of her thigh I could feel the warmth of her like a
living thing, reaching down to me from the pantied juncture scant
millimeters above the top of my hand.  I paused then, before my
fingers actually touched the soft cotton of her underwear, and I slid
my hands further through her legs to caress the front of her thigh,
trying to prolong the delicious anticipation of what was to come.

Although I did not turn to look at her, I knew that Lori was no
longer reading the screen.  Her breathing had become deep and slow
and she was standing very still, waiting for me to continue.  I could
not put the moment off any longer and I was just traversing the final
stretch of her naked thigh, my finger tips just a hair's breadth from
her panties, when the unmistakable, and unwelcome sound of her
mother's voice suddenly came wafting faintly from the balcony next
door.  Lori jumped as though she had been shot and I, mentally
cursing the bad timing, quickly withdrew my hand from beneath her
skirt.

"Oh my god," exclaimed Lori, a note of alarm in her voice.  "I
completely forgot.  My Mom's friend is coming for supper and I'm
supposed to be there."  I wanted to respond somehow but the intensity
of the moment had momentarily robbed me of speech and a sort of
strangled grunt was all I could manage.  Lori, however, did not
notice my discomfiture.  Suddenly, and to my complete and utter
surprise, she leaned over and kissed me lightly on my cheek.  "Bye,
Mr. Bob," she said.  "I'll see you tomorrow."

After she had gone, I sat in my chair for a good twenty minutes
before I was able to move again.  I was still stunned by the amazing
events and I played the whole transaction over and over again in my
mind, savoring especially the final parting kiss.  The incredible
eroticism of the moment lingered with me and I was aware that my cock
was still painfully erect within its cotton prison.  I am not
embarrassed to tell you that my very first step after I arose was to
make quickly for the bathroom and manually release the tension that
had built up within me.

In quieter reflection afterward, I began to wonder whether I ought to
nip this whole thing in the bud before it went further.  It was not,
let me hasten to explain, that I feared Lori might tell someone; in
fact, I was completely confident that this would never happen.
Rather, I knew that taking the affair to its next logical step could
be very complicated, and I definitely did not want to do anything
that might be painful for either of us.  Nevertheless, when I savored
the events once again in my mind's eye, and thought about Lori's
response, I knew that some sort of progression was inevitable; I
would just have to treat the matter with a great deal of care.

One thing, I was certain, was that I could not simply resume matters
by calling Lori over to my desk and then picking things up where I
left off, so to speak.  Nor could I just ask her to go to bed with
me.  The situation was very delicate indeed, and I knew very well
that the next step would have to be played just right and be fully on
Lori's terms as well.  Ideally, I thought, there needed to be just
the right combination of factors that would allow Lori to make some
sort of overture herself.  I pondered on this for some time before I
eventually hit upon an idea.

On many of Lori's visits, she liked to play games on my computer.
She and her mother had one at home, but her mother was a confirmed
Internet junkie and Lori got very little time on the machine herself.
Moreover, the only games on their system were the solitaire and
minefield games that came with the operating system and she had very
little experience with playing any others.  When I showed her 'Doom'
on my system, she was entranced and was soon emitting squeals of
delight as she blew away the undead with reckless abandon.  It became
a fast favorite with her and, after musing on her love of the
computer, I realized that it just might provide the right initiating
factor I was looking for.

The next day, while Lori was walking Buster, I took a long hot
shower, scrubbing myself with a lightly perfumed body wash I received
for Christmas last year, and then applying a thin dusting of talcum
after toweling myself off.  I then put on a laundry fresh pair of
loose fitting hiking shorts as well as sandals and a short-sleeved,
open-necked white shirt.  Thus prepared, I went to my study and sat
down at the computer to open up a graphics program that allows you to
page through a collection of images from a specified folder.  I
pointed the program to a directory, normally hidden, that contains a
large collection of images that I would prefer my friends and
neighbors not see.  I knew Lori knew how to use this software and I
left the program running on the screen while I awaited her arrival.

It seemed an eternity until Lori returned with Buster; an eternity of
nervous anxiety during which I had to constantly remind myself that I
needed to relax if I didn't want to ruin everything.  I eventually
calmed myself by having a cigarette on the study sofa and I was still
sitting there when I heard Lori come in.

"Hi, Mr. Bob," she called from the kitchen.  "You wanna glass of pop
or anything?"  I yelled back to her that that would be fine and I
invited her to pour one for herself.  As I heard her busying herself
in the kitchen below I straightened my clothes and then went out to
the upstairs landing to meet her.  She came up the stairs and I told
her that I needed to use the washroom, adding that I'd be with her in
a few minutes.  She took the glasses she was carrying into the study
and I went into the bathroom, closing the door behind me.

I remained in the bathroom for almost fifteen minutes, nervously
fiddling around for what appeared to be an appropriate length of
time.  During the whole period I couldn't stop thinking how
deliciously beautiful Lori looked today.  She too was dressed in
shorts, not the tight lime green ones she'd worn before, but a looser
light blue pair surmounted by a yellow tube top that clung to her
slender upper frame enticingly.  Her hair was pushed back behind her
ears in a way that I found irresistible and her pretty little feet
were bare in a pair of flip-flop sandals.

Eventually, I flushed the toilet for effect and left the bathroom for
my study.  When I entered the room I saw her sitting, as I knew she
would be, at the computer desk, her face creased in serious
concentration.  I had half expected her to jump up guiltily when I
entered the room and try to pretend she hadn't seen anything, but she
only gave me a quick glance when I came in, continuing to click the
mouse button as she scrolled through the gallery of images.  I
crossed the room to the coffee table where she had placed my glass
and I picked it up.

"You sure have a lot of interesting pictures here," she said, not
taking her eyes from the screen.  I moved closer to look, then
feigned sudden dismay.

"Oh dear," I said.  "I forgot about that.  I really shouldn't have
left those there for you to see."  Lori gave a curious little smile.

"That's okay," she replied.  "I won't tell anyone."  She continued to
flip through the pictures, stopping at one I particularly liked.  It
showed a young girl of about eleven or so lying back on a couch naked
with an enticing smile on her face.  An inset in the top right corner
of the frame showed the same girl perched on a fence while a naked
man sporting a huge erection knelt behind her, his face buried
between the cheeks of her bottom.  Lori looked at this in silence for
several moments.

"There's not any ladies in these pictures," she observed.  "It's just
girls and some men."

"Um... I think there may be a few women," I answered.  "But, yes.  It
is mostly girls."

"Is that because you like them best?"  she queried, looking at me
finally.

"I suppose so, dear."

"And have you ever taken any pictures like these?"

"Oh no," I exclaimed.  "All these pictures came from the Internet."

"But I bet you'd like it if you could, right?"  she asked, flashing
me her elfin-like little smile.

"Uh... I... I might," I stammered.  I understood that I was now very
close to the critical stage and I was being very careful how I
replied.

"And would it make you like this?"  said Lori, pointing to the large
erection between the man's legs in the picture.  I did not trust
myself to speak just then, so I merely nodded dumbly, the tips of my
ears beginning to burn with self-consciousness.  "It would make you
... horny... then?"  she continued, carefully pronouncing the word as
though using it for the first time.

"Well, that's the slang term for it," I told her.  "But yes, it
probably would."  She considered this for a moment and then looked at
me seriously.

"Do you sometimes think about me like this?"

My heart suddenly leapt at the directness of the question and I
hesitated before nodding my head once again.  Lori continued to look
deeply into my eyes and it seemed as though she was giving serious
thought to this novel and interesting piece of information.  Finally
she spoke again.

"You know," she began.  "I wouldn't mind if you wanted to see me like
that.  Like, if you maybe dared me to be naked with you."

This was it.  This was her opening gambit; the overture I had
desperately hoped for.  I chose my next words carefully after
deciding that I needed to keep the ball in her court.

"Dare you?"  I queried.

"Sure," she smiled.  "Are you going to dare me now?"

I hadn't anticipated the moment arriving quite so soon, but I was
prepared to continue and I nodded to the windows along the side of
the study, explaining that this might not be the best place for doing
that in case someone in the next building might look over.  She
nodded in agreement.

"Right," she acknowledged.  "We'd need to have a secret, special
place."  The way she put it was very exciting and I swallowed hard,
trying to think of somewhere special.  Lori solved the problem
herself.

"How about your basement?"  she asked.

It was an excellent idea.  My basement is not completely finished,
but one corner contains a large square of carpet and some tattered
furniture that is not suitable for upstairs.  I rarely use the place,
but sometimes, when the humidity overwhelms my air-conditioner during
the hottest part of summer, I will go down there to sleep.  There is
a couch, some chairs and footstools, as well as a large freezer unit
and some other miscellaneous items.  It seemed perfect and as I stood
there, still hesitant to make the first move, Lori rose and took me
by the hand.

Moments later we were down in the dimly lit cool recesses beneath my
kitchen.  We walked over to the carpeted area and I switched on a
small desk lamp on the side table next to the couch and then wondered
how we ought to begin.  Again, Lori seemed to have a settled idea how
to proceed.

"If you get to see me with all my clothes off," she began, "I get to
see you too, right?"

"Of course," I replied.  "That's only fair.  But I dare you to go
first."  She giggled at this, as though pleased I was entering into
the proper spirit of things, and she paused for a moment before
continuing.  Then, as I watched with her looking intently at my face
for my reaction, she slowly pulled her tube top up over her chest,
revealing the little mounds of her blossoming bosom.  Her nipples, I
saw, were puffy little nubbins barely a shade darker than the
surrounding flesh.  They were truly beautiful and I longed to touch
them, but I knew that that would have to wait for the time being.  As
I gazed at the lovely little-girl tits, Lori slid her tube top over
her head and tossed it lightly on to the couch.  She stood there
watching me look at her for a minute or so and then she indicated it
was my turn.

"You should take all your clothes off before I take off the rest of
mine," she said.  "I really want to see your thing get big like in
the pictures."  I nodded my assent and then stripped off my shirt,
tossing it into the corner.  I kicked off my sandals and then slid
down my shorts, stepping out of them to stand there in my underwear.
My cock had begun to stir when Lori took her top off, but I was quite
nervous and as yet I was only semi-erect.  I was shy about
continuing, but I also couldn't wait for Lori to continue so I slid
my underpants down and stepped out of them also.

It was very strange, but also very exciting to be standing there
naked in front of such a young girl.  Lori stared wide-eyed at my
partially swollen organ and then a frown flitted across her face.

"It's different than the ones in the pictures," she remarked, as
though trying to puzzle out a curiosity.  I looked down at myself,
wondering if she was referring to the size or the flaccidity, and
then it dawned on me what she was talking about.

"Oh," I said.  "That's because the ones in the pictures were
circumcised.  They had the skin covering the head cut off at birth.
I don't, but when it gets hard, I can pull the skin back."  Lori
seemed impressed by this.

"Wow," she exclaimed.  "I want you to show me.  When will that
happen?"

"Well," I chuckled, "not long after you take the rest of your things
off, I suppose."  Lori giggled and then waved to one of the
footstools, indicating I should sit down.  I did so and she stood in
front of me about two feet away, her back against the large freezer
unit against the wall.  She looked at me, sitting there with my legs
together and my hands resting on my knees, and she expressed her
disapproval.

"Not like that," she frowned.  "I can't see anything."  I obliged her
by spreading my legs wide so that the view of my dangling cock was
unobstructed and her frown gave way to a smile.  "That's better," she
said.

Lori then hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and
slowly slid the garment down.  She let them drop to the floor and
then kicked them aside as I looked at her.  Beneath the smooth flat
plane of her stomach her girlish waist flared slightly in preview of
the womanly curves that would soon develop.  Her tiny panties were
simple white cotton, edged with delicate scallop lace and they were
tight enough to allow the mound of her pubic area to protrude sexily.
In the center of her pudendum, the thin material was tucked into her
labial slit, creating a crease in the otherwise smooth surface.

The sight of Lori standing there in only her panties was almost more
than I could bear.  My cock began to swell perceptibly and its head
rose like some animal awakening from a deep sleep.  Lori watched this
development with an intent interest and the tiny smile that played
about the corners of her mouth made it plain that she was proud of
the effect she was having.  She stood there allowing me to gaze at
her like this for several moments more and then she moved to take off
her last remaining garment.

Lori did not simply slide her panties off; rather, she just slid them
down a little so that her intimate parts were fully exposed but the
crotch of the panties were still in place, trapped between the
insides of her thighs.  The plump saddle of her girlish pussy was
just as deliciously smooth and hairless as I knew it would be and I
almost gasped at the sight.  Between the folds of her outer labia,
the hood of her clitoris peeked out coyly and it was all I could do
to prevent myself from falling at her feet to kiss the delicate,
coral colored slit.

Lori held her panties in place like that for a minute or so and then
pulled them down a little further teasingly.  My cock was now fully
and throbbingly erect and it poked up toward her as though it, too,
was trying to get a better look.  Lori, her eyes riveted on my
rock-hard erection, then slid her panties completely off and stood
there, her hands upon her hips.

"You can look a little closer if you want to," she said.  "But I want
to see how you pull the skin back too."

I slid my footstool a little closer so that my splayed knees were now
an inch or so from her legs.  Lori put her hands on either side of
her pussy and spread the lips slightly, allowing the pink folds to be
exposed.  I think I might have moaned at that point, but Lori
reminded me that I had something to show her also.

I spread my knees as wide as they would go and grasped my foreskin
with my left hand.  Doing it slowly so as to prolong the effect, I
carefully drew back the sleeve of flesh to reveal the purple glans
beneath.  Lori, her eyes wide, gave a little gasp.

"It's all shiny underneath," she said, her voice no more than a
whisper.

"And it feels good when I do it too," I said, repeating the operation
a couple of times to demonstrate.

"That's so cool," said Lori with a hint of wonder in her tone.  " I
never even heard of that before.  She was silent for a few moments
and then she looked at me seriously once again.  "Um... when you see
me like this and it makes you... makes you all horny, do you want to
do things like those guys in the pictures?"

I didn't answer her this time, understanding that she had put the
ball squarely back into my court.  Wordlessly, I slid down from the
footstool and knelt before her, placing my hands on her slender hips.
She shivered a little at my touch but she clearly wanted me to
continue and I slid my hands up the sides of her upper body to just
beneath her armpits.  When I drew them across her breasts, Lori
closed her eyes and a little sigh escaped her lips.  I allowed the
palms of my hands to massage the puffy little nipple beneath and I
felt them stiffen in response.  I continued this for a few minutes
and then slid my hands back down to her hips again.  Lori, her eyes
still closed, began to breathe slowly and deeply as she waited for
whatever would happen next.

Slowly, almost reverently, I bent my head to the juncture between her
thighs, almost allowing my nose to graze the narrow vaginal slit.
The fragrance of her was overwhelmingly intoxicating.  It was fresh
and sweet and had an underlying salty muskiness without the sharp
pungency that sometimes comes with age.  I gently kissed the flat
portion of her tummy just above her pubic mound and she moaned a
little, prompting me to continue.  I kissed again, this time at the
crease of her upper right thigh, and then I repeated the operation on
the opposite side.  Several times I planted gentle kisses just around
the sacred area and then I finally touched my eager lips to the very
center of her labial crease.

At first, I just nuzzled her with my lips, pulling and tugging at the
soft fleshy folds within.  As she began to respond by pushing her
hips forward toward my mouth, I started to gently probe with my
tongue, flicking it into each sweet little crevice.  I swept it over
the taut little finger of her clitoral hood and then around beneath
to tease the stiff little nubbin that was beginning to extend from
within.  Lori was breathing hard now and she placed her hands up on
the top of the freezer for support.  She arched her back even further
and I bent down a little to allow me to push my tongue into her tight
little hole, relishing the salty tang of her lubrication.

I could only really get the tip of my tongue inside her, but I
allowed it to flick quickly in and out until the thrust of her hips
began to match my probing.  Harder and faster I went until suddenly
she gave a loud gasp and her whole lower body immediately stiffened
as though each muscle had frozen solid.  She gave several more
shuddering gasps and then a deep sigh as though she was drifting off
to sleep.  I pulled my head back from her sweet little pussy and
looked up at her face.  After a moment or two, she opened her eyes
and managed to speak.

"I think it happened," she said with something approaching awe.  "I
think I had a come.  Did I?  ... Is that what it feels like?"

"Kind of like the best feeling in the whole world?"  I asked,
smiling.  She nodded and I told her that she had indeed had her first
orgasm.

"Did you get one too?"  she inquired.

"Not yet, darling," I answered.  "But there's no rush."

"Good," she smiled.  "Because there's probably other stuff you want
to do right?  Other stuff like they do in the pictures?"  Now it was
my turn to nod.

She leaned over and kissed me on the forehead and then she turned so
that the perfectly formed globes of her pretty buttocks were directly
in front of my face.  They were truly beautifully formed and the
smooth skin was soft and completely unblemished in any way.  I gazed
at them greedily and then she leaned forward over the freezer so that
her bottom was pushed out toward me, leaving me no doubt as to what
it was she wanted me to do.

I placed my hands upon her hips once again and allowed my thumbs to
gently pry apart the cheeks of her perfect little bottom.  In the
depths of her crevice, the little pink rosebud of her asshole winked
at me, the skin surrounding it only slightly darker than the rest of
her inner buttocks.  My cock strained upward and throbbed painfully
as I looked upon this gorgeous sight and I bent my head to rub my
nose between the fleshy pillows.

I kissed each buttock in turn and then I extended my tongue and
allowed it to caress the inner surfaces of her ass crack.  I licked
gently up and down and circled her asshole with little flicking
movements.  As I did this, I became vaguely aware that Lori's right
hand had stolen around in front of her, and I realized with a little
jolt of lust, that she was masturbating herself as I licked her.

The motions of Lori's right arm became even more frenetic as I
finally let my tongue caress her anus itself.  I pushed the tip
against the tight little opening and tried to wriggle it inward into
the muscular little ring.  Lori pushed her hips back as hard as she
could and she met the oncoming thrust of my tongue allowing the tip
to finally penetrate.  I continued to flick, sliding in an out as
deep as I could go and within seconds, Lori was coming again.  The
waves of pleasure were so intense that I think she may have fallen
over if I hadn't had such a solid grip on her hips.

When her orgasm finally died away, Lori turned once again to face me.
She looked down at the hard rod between my legs and saw the
glistening ooze of precum encircling my pee hole.

"Is that ... I mean... did you have a come too?"

"Oh no, not yet dear," I replied, explaining that this often happened
when a man got very aroused, adding that it meant it was going to
happen very soon.

"I want to be able to see it," she told me.  "Up close."  She pushed
me gently backward and I allowed her to maneuver me into a prone
position on my back.  My cock poked stiffly upward to the ceiling and
she straddled my lower legs, the moist lips of her pussy resting
against the tight ball of my scrotum.  "Show me what to do to make it
squirt," she said.  "I want you to teach me how."

What I really wanted to do was pull her over me so that we would be
pressed close together, my cock hard against her cunt, but I resisted
my desire and began to show her how to give a handjob.  She watched
intently as I showed her the different techniques, such as gently
sliding the hands lightly up and down the shaft, and gripping the
penis more tightly so that the skin of the shaft slid up and down
over the turgid erectile tissue below.  She allowed me to demonstrate
for several minutes and then she took my hand away and grasped my
cock in her own tight little fist.

I don't believe she did more than half a dozen strokes before I came
explosively, shooting a thick wad of come high into the air.  She
squealed with pleasure at what she had done and continued to pump my
penis until the last of my load was finally expelled.  Within a
minute or so later, my erection began to flag and she asked me if
that meant we couldn't do anything more.

"Well, it means I can't come again for a little while," I told her.
"Men can't do it as often or as quickly as women."  She seemed to
think that was sad, but I told her that that was just the way things
were and she appeared to accept it.  I would have loved for her to
stay, but after kissing me a final time she announced she should get
home and she began to pull her clothes back on.

I was a little slower than she was in getting dressed once more and
she bade me goodbye just as I was fastening my sandals.  She promised
she would visit tomorrow and then she was up the stairs and gone.  I
clambered to my feet just in time to hear the back door close and I
was about to head for the stairs when I saw the crumpled fabric of
her panties lying on the floor.  Surprised, I picked them up,
wondering how she could have forgotten them.  It seemed very odd for
those first few minutes and then it dawned on me that she hadn't left
them by accident at all.

I still have those panties tucked away in a private place.  I
treasure them as I do the memory of that special day and all the ones
that followed.

                            --- THE END ---

