or: JojoMojo
Title: The Kiss 3
Part: 3
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 3

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.



That kiss had started a cascade of events that Chris would treasure for the rest of his life.  However, the week following their brief encounter was by far the longest and most uncomfortable in his life.  He was racked with paranoia coupled with a sort of euphoria, a strange combination to say the least.

On one hand, every time the phone rang or there was a knock at the door he was sure it would be his mate, Kaylin's mom, the police or all three complete with an angry mob ready to extract retribution for his "crimes".

Don't get me wrong, Chris was not suffering from a moral dilemma.  He had no personal issues with what he had started with Kaylin, he just knew that most people did not share his point of view, a belief system that was started in childhood thanks to a babysitter who was a gentle teacher.

Even in his most paranoid moments, he held on to the beliefs that had started forming when he was a kid.  The way he saw it, society had it all wrong where sex is concerned.  He surmised that if we spend countless hours teaching our children about all the things we do:  walking, talking, social graces, manners, and all the myriad things parents revel in; why do we ignore sexual feelings, or worse yet, make them out to be dirty, bad and undesirable?

As an adult he came to see sex as an important component of any couple's relationship.  Yet most people tell their children that it is dirty and they shouldn't do it; then expect them to suddenly understand and accept that it is ok and even important when they get married.  He guessed that many parents desire to keep the fantasy of their children as "pure"; so are unwilling to see the whole child, which includes the fact that they are (among other things) sexual beings.

How much better would the world be, he wondered, if people who love them took the time to teach children about pleasure, moving at the child's pace, never forcing?  How much better, if we helped them to see sex as a gift that can be shared at appropriate times; helped them to know that it is ok to say "no" but also ok to say "yes"?  He was sure that the problems he was enduring in his own marriage would have been mitigated by such an approach when his wife was young.

Regardless of his beliefs, he knew that few people shared them.  He was sure that Kaylin's mother and his mate and of course the police were not believers.  So he jumped each time the phone rang.

On the other hand, he found himself unable to keep Kaylin out of his mind, how she looked, how she smelled, how she felt, every second of those short 15 minutes kept replaying whenever his mind idled.  He found himself consumed with thoughts of the possibilities to come, things they might do if she was willing.  He knew he was a man possessed and struggled to maintain his equilibrium, to keep all appearances to the outside world trying to look as if nothing had happened, when really his whole world had changed.

That afternoon, when he stood up after finding the game, he was focused on getting back to the party.  He assumed his beer fueled slip in the car had been ignored or forgotten, so it wasn't even on his mind.  What first caught his attention was the look on Kaylin's face, a mixture of anxiety and determination.  She was biting the inside of her bottom lip as if she was doing something that required courage.

He was about to say something when his gaze slipped down from her face, across her torso, below her waist where her panties and naked thighs were highlighted in the warmth of the late afternoon sunlight.

The sight, literally took his breath away.  In a daze he dropped to his knees enjoying the feel of soft cotton as he took her hips into his hands. He gazed for a few seconds at the hint of her vulva underneath the thin material, protruding slightly at the "v" made by her bare legs.  He loved how the Little Mermaid sat perched just above the bulge.  That particular Disney character would forever have a special place in his heart.

He slowly turned her around, still profoundly speechless, drinking in the sight of her slender body.  Her tan from summer fun made her olive skin even darker where it had touched.  As she turned, the sunlight streaming in through the blinds made her skin seem as if it was made of gold.  When he had her facing him again, he knew he had to ask, so in a husky voice he did. He could see that she was conflicted as soon as he asked and wondered if he had gone too far.  Then she bit her lower lip again and nodded, giving her assent.

As he slid her panties down skin that had not seen the summer sun was slowly revealed.  The contrast between her tan tummy and the lighter skin beneath her panties made it seem that he was looking upon forbidden territory in the eyes of the world.

He gazed at her tiny vulva, just a slit between thin lips with the hint of her clitoris poking out.  As he looked, he couldn't help but reach out and touch it.  Her jump away made him jump too.  Again he asked permission and again she gave it.

As he began to stroke his fingers between her legs, a thousand thoughts ran through his mind.  He really wanted her to turn around so he could inspect her bum; he wanted to get her laying down so he could see between her legs better; he desperately wanted to stroke himself as he touched her; he felt he had to taste her, run his tongue all over her vulva.

Underlying all these thoughts was the fact that everyone knew how close his house was to the party and time was very limited.  He set aside all his desires, afraid to push things too far with Kaylin and decided to enjoy what he had literally in his hands.

He leaned in and took a deep breath.  He was greeted with a mixture of scents, none really stronger than the other, laundry soap, bath soap, stale pee, bum and that indescribable scent of little girl vulva.  He slid his free hand around her waist and began stroking her bum, up and down the crack, squeezing her cheeks, occasionally paying special attention to the pucker of her bum hole.

While he rubbed her bum he watched his other hand as his fingertips brushed up and down the crack of her vulva, freeing her clitoral hood, to which he paid particular attention as he stroked.  He asked if she liked what he was doing and she said "yes."  It was that one word he would hang onto during the next week when the paranoia grew especially bad.

Before long, the real world pressed in and he knew they had to head back to the party or be subjected to unwelcome questions whether spoken or unspoken.  He slowly stopped and told Kaylin they had to leave.  He thought he detected a longing in her eyes when he stopped rubbing, maybe even disappointment but wasn't sure.

He was about to pull her pants back up when he impulsively leaned in and kissed her right on the vulva giving her clit a little touch with his tongue.  His impulsive move elicited a shriek of surprise followed by pushing his head away amidst a volley of giggles.

He reluctantly pulled her panties up, smoothing them so he could see the little mermaid in her place of honor one more time before covering her with Kaylin's shorts.  He gave her clothes a quick check to make sure nothing looked out of place.  Then looked up and into her eyes.  Looking at her he was overcome with a feeling he had not experienced since the first time he fell in love, an overwhelming sense of tenderness.

He gently put his hands on her shoulders and with a lump in his throat, told her she was beautiful, meaning it from his core.  He leaned in, intending to give her a little kiss and was met again by her slightly parted lips.  This time there was no one watching, no kids that might tell, no adults that might happen in and he pulled her into a gentle embrace, reveling in her slight form as he held her, tracing her lips with his tongue.

The smallness of her mouth, the hint of bubble gum on her lips as he traced them with his tongue, the very real sense that this was entirely new to her combined to make him even more tender, more careful with his kiss.  He pulled away after a moment and he was met with an angelic face, eyes closed, lips slightly parted.

He couldn't help himself and pressed his lips gently to hers for a second time, tasting the bubble gum, relishing how small she felt in his arms.  If time hadn't been so short, he would have gladly spent an hour just kissing, but somewhere in his mind an alarm was sounding.  He reluctantly broke the kiss and they were off in a rush to rejoin the party. Thankfully, no one seemed to notice their longer than normal absence.

The rest of the evening, he had a mild hard on.  By the time they got home his need for relief was urgent.  He had given thought to retiring quietly to the bathroom to "take care of business" but instead all but attacked his wife, hungry for a release from the sexual energy that had been simmering all evening.  She surprised him by accepting his advances, something she had avoided for quite some time.  He surprised himself with the intensity of his passion, and enjoyed her response in kind, something that had all but disappeared with the birth of their son.

So, beset with the dual feelings of paranoia and euphoria, he made his way through the week, hoping against hope that he would have another chance to be alone with Kaylin.  He of course, wanted to "play" with her again.  But, probably more important, he wanted a chance to talk to her about things; to make sure that she understood that she was in control; and to explain the ramifications of the path they had started down.

He was on pins and needles by the end of the week, sure he would go crazy if something kept him from attending the next gathering or worse yet, if they got there and his mate had broken up with Kaylin's mom.  He didn't think he could endure another week of waiting.

Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the day rolled around and he found himself loading his family into the car for the trek to another friend's house.  He breathed a sigh of relief when his wife failed to notice that he had left the cooler full of drinks behind.  They arrived right on time and he surveyed the growing group for Kaylin, her mom or his mate.

He eventually found her when he escorted his son to the backyard where the other kids were playing.  She was in the midst of a game and didn't see him at first.  He stood watching her for a moment, reveling in her beauty, aware that to anyone else she was just a skinny little girl.  She glanced up after a minute or two, made eye contact, gave him a little wave, then seemingly embarrassed, looked quickly away.  He resisted the urge to go to her and headed back inside with the other adults.

It wasn't long before the hosts found they were woefully short on drinks. He sheepishly admitted he had left them at home.  Ignoring his wife's barbed comment about his lack of focus, he asked if there was anything needed from the shops since he would obviously be making the trip back home to retrieve the forgotten drinks.

After taking several orders, he headed to the backyard.  This time he didn't make a blanket offer.  Instead, he walked to Kaylin and whispered in her ear.  She gave a furtive glace at the other kids then said, "Chris needs me to help him with something, I'll be back in a few."  When she slipped her hand into his as they walked to the car he could feel the goose bumps run up his arm.

As soon as they were in the car she asked, her voice hopeful, "Are we going to your house?"

He turned to see her looking at him from the passenger seat, her face an open book, expectant.  He felt his throat tighten with excitement and desire, so answered her with a smile and a nod.

Chris drove like a madman, stopping quickly to gather the things from the shops, wanting to get to his house as quickly as possible.  He was lucky to find everything at the first stop and the shop almost empty, so was able to dispatch with that obligation quickly.  As he paid, he formulated a ruse about the lines being ridiculously long and having to make multiple stops to get everything.  Luckily, everyone knew about the limited inventory at most shops in this part of town, so his story would not sound farfetched.

As soon as he was back in the car, he worked to find the right way to make sure that Kaylin's intentions matched his.  Finally, his heart hammering, he asked, "I was wondering if you want to do things like we did last week?"

Her mouth slowly formed a cheshire cat grin, then she nodded, her cheeks coloring as she realized what she had agreed to.  Suddenly she seemed to feel uncomfortable and turned away to look out the window as the houses flew by.

He finally pulled down his street, slowing so as not to arouse any attention with a squeeling two wheeled turn into his drive.  Almost before he had the car completely stopped in the drive Kaylin hopped out.  Her sundress flipped seductively as she skipped to the porch, looking over her shoulder at him as if to say, "Hurry up slowpoke."  Chris followed a couple steps behind her, heart in his throat as he fumbled with the key and let them into the shadowed interior, lit by the late afternoon sun.

He closed the door and turned to find Kaylin fumbling with her dress, starting to pull it up exposing her bare thighs.  For an instant he wanted to drop to his knees and repeat what they had done the previous week.  It took some effort to stop himself, remembering that he wanted to take things more slowly this time so that they could both enjoy it.

"Let's go where we can be more comfortable," he offered, extending his hand.  Kaylin paused, dress held midway to her waist.

"That's ok, I like how we did it last time," she said, her voice revealing her nervousness.  Chris dropped to one knee in front of her and held her waist as he looked directly in her eyes.

"You sound like you're nervous," he said, keeping his voice soft and gentle, "Are you?"  She nodded slowly.  

"OK, we need to get something straight," he said softly.  "I am not going to ever make you do something that you don't want to do.  This stuff is fun for me, but it needs to be fun for you, too.  If you want to stop right now, we can grab the cooler and go back to the party."  He paused for effect, then finished, "No matter what you decide I will always be your friend.  Do you understand?"

He received another nod.  He took her hands in his, releasing the hem of her dress.  Giving them a little squeeze for emphasis.  "Ok, so now we are starting all over," he began.  "Do you want to do stuff together like we did last week?  Remember, it is ok to say no."  She quickly nodded.

He smiled at her, then continued unable to keep a little tremor of excitement from his voice, "OK, I want to teach you some special things that people who love each other do together.  They should feel real good to you.  But, to do that, I need you to trust me.  I need you to understand that I won't ever ask you to do something that hurts or is bad.  Do you trust me?" Again she nodded, this time enthusiastically.

"Great," he continued, "there is one last thing that I need you to know.  How you feel is important to me.  That means if you ever ask me to stop doing something, I will stop right away; if you ask me to slow down, I will do that right away; if you have a question about what we are doing, I will answer you honestly; if you ever want to stop doing stuff all together, we will do that."

He paused again before continuing, wanting to make sure she understood fully.  "If you ever tell me to stop or slow down, or ask a question, it will never make me stop being your friend."

He could see in her eyes that she was listening intently.  He moved his hands to her shoulders for emphasis, surprised at how skinny they felt in his grasp.  "I need you to promise me that you will be honest with me about how you feel."   She stood there, silent, looking at him intently.  "Do you promise?" he asked.

She paused for a moment more, then moved toward him and put her arms around his neck.  "I promise," she whispered in his ear.

He gave her a big hug and whispered back, "That's great.  Now let's go somewhere where you'll be more comfortable, ok?"

In response, she wiggled out of his embrace, took his hand, her fingers small in his palm and turned towards the hallway.  He stood and led her to the room where they had first shared the kiss.  A chill ran down his spine as he walked through the door and sat on the bed.

She stood in front of him, looking at the floor, seemingly still unsure about what was going to happen next.  He put his hands on her waist and pulled her towards him, feeling the waistband of her panties through the thin material of the sundress.

The dress was a simple powder yellow affair almost like a long t-shirt with spaghetti straps.  The color complimented her sun darkened complexion.  The thin material left little to the imagination, even showing the outline of her panties at times.

She hung back for a moment, then allowed him to pull her to him, pressing her body against his.  She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck.  He moved to her lips, pressing gently with his, not wanting to overwhelm her.

To his surprise, her lips stayed closed for one little kiss, then another.  On the third kiss they slowly parted.  He softly explored her lips with the tip of his tongue and was pleasantly surprised when he felt the tip of her tongue touch his.

They kissed for several minutes, letting the tips of their tongues dance across each other's lips, occasionally touching lightly, sharing each other's breath as they explored.  He finally broke the kiss and whispered, "You're a great kisser!  Let's make sure we do lots more of that!"

He guided her to sit next to him on the bed wrapped his arms around her and began another kiss.  This time, when they met, her lips were parted, ready to meet his.

As they kissed, he gently pressed her back onto the bed.  She resisted for a moment and he whispered, "you can trust me."  It seemed that was all the assurance she needed and they sank onto the bed together.

As they continued to kiss, he began to explore starting on her bare skin at the small indentation at the base of he throat, then allowing his fingers to trace across her shoulders then onto her chest, covered by her dress.  He massaged in slow circles, moving lazily down her torso until he slid across the bump of her waistband and could feel the slight rise of her vulva.

As he touched her sex, she parted her legs slightly.  He caressed her through the dress and panties, enjoying the feel of her sex still separated from his fingertips by the layers of thin material.

She released him long enough to reach down to the hem of her dress and raise it up to her belly, then spread her legs further giving him access to her panty covered vulva, returning to embrace him, continuing their kiss.

He continued his caress, avoiding her sex for a while, tracing his circles on the bare skin of her thighs.  When he finally pressed his fingers to her vulva, he was surprised to find the panties very slightly damp.  Whether this was from the heat of the day or the heat of the moment he couldn't be sure.  He didn't expect to find any wetness in someone so young.

After a few moments, he broke the embrace and placing his hands under her shoulders guided her to the top of the bed.  Once he had her nestled on the pillow, he slid back down until his face was even with her panties.

He was greeted by Hello Kitty this time.  The feminine cartoon character just made Kaylin look that much more erotic to him.  He felt his already stiff member throb at the sight.  He smiled and looked up at her face to gauge her emotions.

He could tell she was a little conflicted, but could also see determination in her eyes.  He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and she raised her hips freeing them as he tugged.

Hello Kitty disappeared into the folds as the panties slid down her legs, making the seductive sound of cloth against skin.  He pulled them off, aroused by the sight of her bare legs with feet still in her trainers.  He opted to leave them on for the moment and turned his attention to her sex.

He dropped the panties on the bed and in doing so, glanced at Kaylin's face.  When their eyes met, she closed hers out of modesty.  He slid his hands up the inside of her legs, pausing a moment before touching her vulva.  He could feel her tense her legs, pressing up slightly to meet his touch.  He stroked up and down the cleft, enjoying the silkiness of her skin and the feel of her inner labia and hooded clitoris.

As he rubbed he used his fingers to spread her lips, giving him his first real look.  It was as he would have guessed, dark pink, tiny inner labia framing her opening joined at the top by a small, wrinkled hood.

He allowed his eyes to take in all of her, the bare vulva and torso, her sundress rumpled just above her belly, her face placid, eyes closed as she concentrated on the feelings he was giving her, light brown hair spread on the pillow framing her face.

To him, she looked like an angel.  In spite of his arousal, he felt a lump of emotion form in his throat.  He realized then that he really loved this kid.

He continued to stroke her with one hand, concentrating on the clit, feeling it harden slightly as he rubbed.  With his other hand, he traced down, spending time on her perineum, then continuing until he felt he was near the pucker of her bum hole.

He pressed between her cheeks pushing gently against the pucker, enjoying the feel of it under his fingers.  As he played with her bum, she pulled her knees up and apart, giving him better access, the darker skin of her rosebud coming into view framed by the roundness of her little cheeks.

He continued to rub and she pressed her bottom against his fingertip, increasing the pressure.  He could feel himself harden at the thought that she was enjoying the anal stimulation.  He resisted the urge to penetrate her knowing that was something he would need to take slowly.  So he just concentrated on rubbing.

As he gazed at her lying on the bed he had three thoughts simultaneously, he had to taste her; he desperately wanted to stroke himself; but, he didn't want to scare her by opening his pants.  Knowing their time was running out, he stopped rubbing and slipped from her side to place himself between her legs, half on and half off the bed.

He took her knees in his hands and guided them down, spreading her legs, watching as her spread legs pulled vulva opened slightly.  She lay before him, thighs almost perpendicular to her torso, knees bent slightly, her feet still in the trainers, almost touching the sides of his chest.  He ran his fingers up and down her thighs, raising goose bumps as he traced up to her stomach.

Softly, so as not to ruin the mood, he half whispered, "I want to try something that will feel really good, but I don't want to make you jump. OK?"

Her eyes opened slightly, lids heavy with pleasure.  He looked closely and saw nothing but trust.  She nodded before allowing her eyes to close softly.  She lay
there spread before him, waiting.  He placed a palm half on her thigh and half on her groin, framing her sex in the "L" of his thumb and fingers.  He slowly leaned in and placed his lips on her sex.

Whether it was his warning or the fact that she was aroused, Kaylin's reaction was quite different than when he had planted his impromptu kiss the week before.  She lay quite still, ready to experience the new  feelings he had promised.

He ran his tongue around her clit, a little surprised to taste stale pee.  Not at all put off by the taste, he thought with an inward chuckle, "She is just eight and careful hygiene is not high on most third grader's minds."

He began to work his tongue in earnest and could hear her catch her breath as he concentrated on her clit.  He occasionally ran his tongue down the cleft of her vulva, teasing but not quite touching her bum.

With his free hand, he quietly unbuttoned his shorts and freed himself.  The feel of his own hand made him instantly harder and he began to stroke in earnest, oblivious to the fact that relief would also bring an unwanted mess to clean up.

He continued to work his tongue over her vulva, exploring every contour, even gently pressing in on the opening of her vagina.  Her response while barely perceptible, breathing a little more ragged, a tensing of her buns when he touched a sensitive spot, was a huge turn on.

As he stroked himself, the thought of what he was doing combined with her obvious pleasure made him harder than he had ever been.  It didn't take long before he could feel the release building and he increased the speed of his strokes as he focused on her clit, wanting to give her maximum pleasure.

At the last minute, he realized he was about to leave a telltale stain on the bed and flexed his hips, aiming instead at the tile floor.  With a grunt he came, feeling his temples pound as the seed shot out onto the floor.  He pressed hard into her vulva with his lips and tongue, afraid for a moment that he was pressing too hard, feeling at the same time like he might pass out.

When he felt the last bit of cum spray on the floor, he returned his still hard member to his pants and quietly buttoned them closed, surprising himself with his dexterity.

He continued the ministrations with his tongue as he buttoned, finally slowing, then finishing with a kiss before he pulled away.  He looked at her sex, her inner thighs were red from the stubble on his cheeks, the lips flushed from the friction, her clit standing at attention, the whole vulva glistening with his saliva.

The sight was so wonderful, that he almost started again, but caught himself, aware of the time.  He slipped from between her legs, casting a glance at the floor, relieved to see that he had managed to miss the bed cover entirely, most of his cum landing just under the bed.  He lay down next to her and caressed her stomach with his hand, leaning in for a kiss.

She opened her eyes at his approach and put both hands on his chest, pushing him away gently.  Giggling, she said, "I'm not going to kiss you when your mouth has been on my jayjay."

He smiled at her directness and the name she used for her vulva.  Remembering his promise, he retreated, resting beside her on one elbow, continuing to rub her stomach, occasionally slipping his hand up and under her dress to run it across her flat chest.

"So, how did you like that?" he asked, smiling.  "Was it worth being a little nervous at first?" She grinned and nodded languidly, saying more with her eyes than she could have with words.

He pushed himself up, reached across her and picked up the panties that he had left on the bed.  For a moment he was tempted to ask if he could keep them but knew there was no where he could safely put them that wouldn't risk discovery.

He tenderly slipped them over her trainers and up her legs, stopping just short of her sex.  Grinning he leaned down and planted a kiss on her vulva, saying "Until next time, my dear."  This elicited a giggle as he pulled her panties up the rest of the way and smoothed the waist band.

"We'd better get going before people wonder where we've been," he said glancing at his watch.  Before they left the room, he smoothed the bed, removing any evidence that they had used it, making a mental note to clean the floor later that evening.

He grabbed the cooler, loaded it into the car and began the mad dash back to the party.  As they drove, each lost in their own thoughts, Kaylin turned to him.  "Did you really mean it when you said I could ask you anything?" she asked.

"I meant everything I said," he responded, repeating "Everything," for emphasis.

"Well, I just have to know," she started, pausing for a moment, obviously a bit uncomfortable with the question she wanted to ask.  Finally she blurted out, "What does my jayjay taste like?"

Without thinking, he let his humor get the better of him, "Marshmallows, it tastes just like fresh, soft, sweet marshmallows," he said with a grin.  "You should have kissed me back there on the bed, you missed a treat."

Kaylin thought for a moment, then seeing him wink at her realized that he was kidding, "Really though, what does it taste like.  You promised you'd be honest."

Chastised by her repeating his promise, he thought for a moment.  He didn't really want to mention the stale pee, he was afraid it would turn her off.  "It tastes a little sweet, really, and a little salty, but mostly, it doesn't have a taste, it is more of a feel, kind of like silk."

She seemed satisfied with his answer, and he concentrated on getting them back, sure they had been gone too long this time.  He was relieved when on their return no one seemed to have noticed the time and the only comments were a chorus of thanks for the drinks and things he had picked up at the shop.

Kaylin stayed close to him this time and he welcomed it, pulling her down to sit next to him on the couch as they watched the game.  He even waved her mother off when she pantomimed asking if Kaylin was being a bother.

Before too long it was time for the kids to go to bed.  He longed to be able to kiss Kaylin good night but knew it wouldn't look right.  So, he stayed with the guys feigning interest in the game.

A while later as the others were setting up a board game, he headed down the darkened hall to the bathroom and was surprised when the door opened and Kaylin was silhouetted for a brief moment before she turned off the light.  She didn't see him until she turned and he was right next to her in the darkened hall.

She jumped, then wrapped her arms around his waist in a hug.  He looked over his shoulder to make sure the hall was clear, then pulled her arms loose and bent over to give her a quick hug, pressing his lips to hers.

His tongue was met by hers and he had to stop before he was tempted to push her back into the bathroom for a longer kiss.  He gave her one more squeeze before patting her bum and reluctantly sending her back to the bedroom.

Little did he know that would be their last embrace for quite some time.


   
   
   
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