A Tale of Love, Lust, and Luck Part 1

My name is Alexander and many people would consider the things that happened in this story to be wrong.  I am going to disagree with them as I believe that if it comes of love then there is nothing wrong with it.

I guess it's best to begin at the beginning.  It all started back in 2005.  I was a freshman in high school and I did pretty well.  I got B's and A's.  I never wanted to be the best at anything.  I hated the spotlight and being the best only gets you attention.  However that year I was taking calculus as I had always excelled at math.  My parents loved to mention at every party they attended and so everyone on our block knew it. (I am sure you can tell the kind of people my parents were based on that.  They didn't care about me, but only about what I did and the amount of prestige that it could get them.) 
After I found out that they had done that I got really pissed and went to speak to them:

"Hey Mom, why are you telling everyone on the block what I do in math?"

"What are you talking about Alex?"

"You and Dad told everybody at that party last week that I take calculus."

"Because you do dear."

"Yeah I know that, but you went and made a big fuss of it and now the kids at 
school think I'm some kinda asshole who brags about everything he does to anyone who will listen."

"Dear, please watch your language, and those kids are just jealous dear."

"Mom, did you also mention that I have to take remedial English because I can't read well?"

"Now why would we tell people that Alex?"

"Because I do Mom."

"Alexander, enough, what your father and I say is none of your business and I do not have to justify myself to you.   Furthermore, you will not mention the remedial English to anyone, and you will continue taking calculus classes and be happy about it.  Now get out of my sight."

"Fine you self-absorbed Bitch"

I ran out of the kitchen after that, grabbed my bike and hit the pavement.  I went around the block and saw Mrs. Johnson on the corner.  She was smoking a cigarette and looked to be quite frustrated.  I stopped and asked her if she was okay.

"Oh Alex, hello, I am alright just a little stressed out with my daughter Mindy."

"I know I am just a kid, but if you want to talk about it..."

"Why not, why don't you come inside and I'll cut you a slice of cake."

A little background is in order I suppose.  Ms. Johnson is the only person on our block who isn't invited to the parties my parents attend and host.  She has a daughter named Mindy who is in second grade.  Her husband left her years ago when she got pregnant with Mindy.  She is very attractive at 25.  She has an amazing figure.  She looked to be about a "B" cup.  She has dazzling green eyes and her hair is the color of hell's fire. They had the only house on the block that was unique. The rest were your typical suburban development cookie cutter houses.  She and her daughter were on welfare and got food stamps to help make it by and because of all this the "rich people" on the block (my parents) didn't like her.

We went inside and she cut me a piece of cake.  

"So what happened Ms. J?"

"Alex call me Lizzy please.  Well as you know my daughter and I don't have it as easy as everyone else on this block, but we make due.  Mindy gets to go to the private school like everyone else as long as she does well in the classes.  She was doing well until this year when she started division and multiplication. I try to help her, but I'm so busy with the two jobs that I have to work just to keep us fed and clothed and everything. She has three weeks to get better at it, and if she can't then she is off to public school, and then her whole education career is downhill from there."

"Ms... er... Lizzy, I would be happy to tutor her after school."

"Oh Alex, I can't ask you to do that, and I have no way to pay you."
"I don't need paid, but if you insist on that feel free to have a slice of cake and milk ready for me and Mindy everyday.  As for `asking me' you didn't.  It was my idea. "

"Oh thank you so much Alex, you are a lifesaver.  Mindy will be so happy. Why don't you start on Monday after school okay?"

"Okay."

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The next day arrived and I went to school.  I slipped out before my parents noticed and left a note explaining that I would be home late as I was starting a new job.  I figured they were already over last night.  They would never think that anything was so wrong with the family.  So they would just ignore what happened to save face.

I went through all my classes excited at the prospect of doing something my parents would probably have frowned on (charity without publicity).  I finished and walked to Lizzy's house and waited for Mindy to get home.  She arrived and said hello then got the key from under a rock and let us in.

"You must be Alex."

"Yes that's me; your mom said you needed some help with multiplication and division."

"Yes I do, but first Mommy said we have to have our cake and milk."

"Oh yes, we should start with that I suppose."

She went to the fridge and pulled out two slices of cake on plates, and two glasses of milk.  She set them down on the kitchen table, she then went over to the drawer and got us each a fork.  For being only eight years old Mindy was a very attractive girl, she had her mother's flaming hair and her green eyes. She was about three feet tall and half of that came from her legs which were amazing.  I noticed she had a milk a mustache and frosting on her face and I (being somewhat knowledgeable in the ways of sex) thought it looked a lot like she had just given somebody a blowjob.

"Alex, what are you staring at?"

"Oh I'm sorry Mindy."

"Do you think I'm pretty?"

"Well now that you mention it, yes I do. You are very attractive for being so young."

"Mommy says I'll be a real heartbreaker someday."

"Yes, I imagine you will be." 

I realized I was lusting after this young girl and was at first repulsed by my own thoughts, but then I got to thinking.  I realized I was repulsed by my thoughts because society makes these thoughts seem wrong, but in reality "society" is just people like my parents setting rules based on their own corrupt beliefs.

I decided that if this girl had attracted me like that, then there was something worth pursuing.  

"Okay Mindy shall we start on the math?"

"Mommy says I have to change out of my school clothes when I get home.  Let me do that first okay Alex?"

"Okay Mindy, I'll be here when you get back."

Of course the moment I heard her door close upstairs I followed her up and sneakily looked through the keyhole in her door.   She had on her school uniform which consisted of black tights, a plaid skirt, a white dress shirt, black shoes, and a black tie.  She took the skirt off and I could see through the tights to a pair of perfect white cotton panties.  She then unbuttoned her shirt and took it off.  Too young to need a bra yet I could see her bare stomach and flat chest.  I could feel myself getting hard and wished I could "fix it" right there in the hall, but to do so would be risky.  She then pulled the tights off and was sitting on her bed wearing just panties. I thought the "show" was over and that she would get dressed when she pulled the panties off.  She layed back on her bed and started playing with her nipples.  My cock started leaking pre cum. I unzipped my jeans and pulled my dick out.  I started to pleasure myself.  She let her hands slowly move down to her hairless pussy and then started rubbing her clit.  I heard her make a slight moan and then watched her put two fingers inside her pussy.  She had one hand on her clit and the other working with fingers inside her pussy.  She pulled the fingers out and licked the small amount of pussy juice that she could make at that age.  This got her really going and I could see her add a third finger to her snatch.  Her bed was moving now and it was squeaking a lot, but she didn't notice as she was lost in her own preteen world of ecstasy. I wanted nothing more than to join her at that moment.  She orgasmed about three times and as she did my cum shot all over the picture of her hanging on the wall.  I grabbed a napkin from my pocket and wiped it up.  I then gave the picture of her a kiss.  I checked back in the keyhole and she was almost dressed.  I yanked my pants up and quietly raced down the stairs to wait for her return...

End Part 1

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