Author: Hardguy
Title: pickup (Work in Progress)
Summary: The following story is a work in progress and is presented
as is. It may be unformatted, contain misspellings, poor grammar,
half constructed thoughts, and continuity errors. Story title may be
misleading, as the plot may change during the writing process from
the initial inspiration. If anything, it is presented in an effort to
gauge reader interest.
Keywords: f, ped, mast, 1st, cons

      He had always just been there as far as Mandy knew.  Same
place, same time, same look on his face.  An expression that seemed
trapped between a pleasant smile and desire.  Her friends would
ignore him, what with being too busy discussing boys, movie stars,
clothes, parents, and other topics that generally appealed to tween
girls.  Mandy had other interests though that she didn't speak to her
friends about.  None of them had ever said a thing about that little
bump that seemed to hide inside the top of their private slit, or how
great it could feel when it was rubbed.  Playing with your privates
just wasn't a girl thing.  It seemed too...boyish to Mandy.
      
      Boys.  She would never understand them anyways.  Always
running around on the playground at school shooting imaginary guns at
each other, and making fun of anybody that was different in the
slightest little way.  It was so dumb, and, well, it kind of hurt
when you were the target.  Some of her friends had started to swell
on their chests already, and Mandy had been lucky enough to be an
early starter as well.  What she wasn't nearly so fortunate in
though, was her mother's distraction and indifference to this fact. 
While her budding friends had all gotten training bras, which they
padded to the point of looking nearly 2 years older than they
actually were, Mandy remained exposed so to speak.
      
      She started wearing sweaters and sweatshirts almost
religiously as a rather simple way of dealing with the issue.  She
didn't care so much that her tender little breasts were being hidden
unlike the way her friends were flaunting theirs, she just didn't
want to be known as the nipple queen of the 5th grade.  What really
bothered her though wasn't just that they were prominent, it was that
whenever she felt like somebody was staring at them she would get
excited.  It wasn't difficult for a girl, no matter how young and
inexperienced, to see the relation between the good feelings created
by touching between her legs and the wetness that accompanied it. 
She had gotten that wet feeling a few times at school, and it had
made her incredibly self-conscious while being around her peers, even
if they didn't know a thing.
      
      It was that childish innocence that brought her back to the
man in the mall.  Her innocent friends, sex not even a blip on their
radars, their padded bras aside, never seemed to notice him looking
their way.  Mandy noticed it of course.  She was aware of his eyes
that seemed to track the group as they would walk past.  Day after
day, she and about 6 of her friends would descend upon the mall, no
parents as they had strength in numbers, and would go from store to
store without a care for their surroundings.  Except for Mandy.
      
      It was within the first week that she noticed him.  He was
almost like a statue at first.  Just something there, part of the
scenery.  She saw him the first few times she passed, sure, but his
presence was quickly out of mind as soon as he was out of sight. 
Their eyes met the next day, making Mandy smile and blush a little
and look away.  He was there again the next day, and once again they
looked at each other, a smile on the man's face this time.  The third
day cemented it.  Their eyes met, they both smiled, and Mandy barely
whispered, loud enough that only she could hear it herself, "Hi."  
      
      If he responded, she didn't know, because she felt her cheeks
burning as soon as the vowel left her lips and she could only think
of running from the way that minute, almost forgettable exchange
between them made her feel, and she skipped a few steps faster than
her gaggle of friends.  Mandy couldn't put into words what about that
moment made her feel the way she did, but she knew she liked it.  She
liked it so much, that at home that night it was the smiling stranger
in the mall who became the focus of her first masturbatory fantasy.
      
      The next day at school her mind was far from the subject
matter, and was solely on if she would see this man again at the
mall.  She squirmed about in her seat, her privates buzzing along
with her mind, and every recess she would race to the restroom to
satisfy her body's strange new demands.  So desperate to do this and
not be found out or raise suspicion, she would masturbate in the
stall while a friend would be outside talking to her, oblivious to
the adolescent sexual self-discovery taking place on the other side
of that inch thick steel wall.
      
      Finally the school day ended, and Mandy could barely contain
her enthusiasm for the daily mall excursion while among her friends. 
Her heart felt like it would leap out of her chest every moment she
spent inside the building.  She was noticeably distracted, spacing
out with regards to everything her friends did and was naturally
teased for it.  For the most part she was able to just pass it off as
being tired or trying to identify the song playing over the in-store
P.A., but neither fatigue or puzzlement would hold a candle to the
anticipation she was feeling.
      
      Their routine movement through the mall meant that Mandy would
have to wait close to 2 hours for her big moment.  She wondered if
she could slip away early and see him sooner...would they even notice
she was gone?  She tried to drift away from the group, but Beth, her
closest friend in the group, caught her first.  Finally, the time
came, and they started their path past his spot.  Her stomach was
doing summersaults as they approached, and she nearly felt paralyzed
with a sort of fear when his face appeared in the near distance.  She
couldn't pull her eyes off of him, and once the group was within his
earshot, he looked up at them, and smiled as his gaze settled on her.
      
      Mandy lagged back a few steps from her friends, and sure
enough he stayed with her, all but ignoring the padded training bras
and makeup in favor of her natural chest and face.  She didn't want
to stop and talk to him, as that would call too much attention to her
from the other girls, but she did slow her steps in preparation to
simply say 'hello' to him again.  As it would happen, Mandy wouldn't
get the first word this time.
      
      "Hi there," he said with a smile.  Mandy could only giggle
shyly and hurry the few extra steps to be back with the group.  Once
she did so, she looked back at him, and saw him chuckling to himself
as he looked at her go.  He gave her a wink, which made Mandy wish
her skirt was just a little longer because she was sure her panties
had a little wet spot on them now.
      
      Having achieved the highlight of her day, the last half-hour
spent at the mall was like a satisfied kind of torture.  She was on a
cloud over the degree of interaction she'd had with him, but knowing
that the next opportunity was now 24 hours away felt like an
eternity.  All she wanted to do now was go home and masturbate
herself into a coma, so that she could awake and come back to the
mall and to him again.  She relied on Beth's mom for a ride home, and
as a latch-key kid she was able to spend a few hours alone at home
working towards that goal.
      
      Somewhere between her 5th and 6th sessions, her homework still
hopelessly unfinished, Mandy wished there could be a way to be alone
with him...even just for a few moments.  If only she didn't have to
come home...and now that she thought about it, who would know if she
didn't?  Her mom never got home earlier than 10pm, Beth could be lied
to, and she could always take the bus later.  It suddenly seemed so
simple to her, and she wondered why she hadn't ever thought of it
before...god, to be alone with him, what would it be like?  She knew
how he looked at her, but would he...would he want to do more than
look at her?  She closed her eyes and the fantasy of his hands on her
body just made her pussy twitch even more while she played with
herself.
      
      Needless to say, the joys of her young body occupied her for
the rest of the evening.  When she wasn't rubbing at her sensitive
lips on her back in bed, she was going around the house, naked from
the waist down, one hand manipulating her wet slit while doing
whatever else was necessary with the free hand.  She had gotten so
accustomed to this manner of living, that she actually greeted her
mother home like that.  Fortunately (or perhaps unfortunately, given
the woman's role as the mother of a tween girl), her mother was so
tired from working all day that she barely looked at her daughter as
she went from her car to bed.
      
      For her part, Mandy knew that she had better get to bed as
well or else it would be difficult to get up in the morning for
school.  As she lay down and started to frig herself harder for her
final orgasm of the night, she realized that her homework had gone
undone, her backpack left virtually untouched since the moment she
set foot in the house and peeled off her panties.  While there was a
momentary feeling of regret that she hadn't done it, it was the
realization that she didn't really care that brought a mischievous
grin to her face.  At that moment, school tomorrow was just a means
to an end for her.  It was now just another step along the way in
order to be with him.
      
      The next morning, Mandy was awakened by her mother as usual,
though considering she had fallen asleep following one last relaxing
orgasm, she was naked from the waist down and not entirely covered by
the bed sheets.  Though the situation was awkward for the both of
them, an impromptu mother/daughter talk was held on the subject of
sex.  Mandy assured her mother that she wasn't fooling around with
any boys and that she wasn't planning to (which wasn't a total lie,
considering the man at the mall was an adult).  The discussion was
cut short by both of them needing to be ready to leave the house for
work and school, but they agreed to talk more later that evening.
      
      Knowing that she might miss the bus if she did, Mandy resisted
the urge to masturbate in the shower like usual.  After drying off,
she streaked from the bathroom to her room to get dressed, her plans
for the day making her feel bolder and more mischievous.  Despite
that it was only her and her mom at the house, Mandy had always been
modest around others, no matter how close they might be.  Out of
habit she went to her sweater drawer first, to cover up those pointy
braless nipples of hers, only it was while she was considering which
to wear, why should she wear one at all this time?  He liked to look
at her, so why not give him something to really look at this time?
      
      She looked through the drawer for a shirt that she knew was a
little tighter than the rest and pulled it on.  Without putting any
stress on it, her little bumps stood out like hills on a plain.  She
took ahold of the hem of the shirt and pulled it taut.  Her breasts,
still lacking any kind of adult bulk to them, mostly flattened
themselves against her chest, but her nipples took shape against the
fabric like pencil erasers.  Mandy giggled as she posed in the
mirror, hoping that he would like her like this.  Her mom called her
for breakfast, and she grabbed some panties and a skirt and put them
on.
      
      As she ate, her mom raised the subject of Mandy needing a bra.
She admitted that this was something that she should have addressed
earlier, but just hadn't found the time for it.  For her part, Mandy
just nodded silently.  She knew her mom was just doing her job as a
parent, but it was still damned embarrassing, just like how she was
woken up this morning.  Despite feeling comfortable being nude around
her mother, there was never a sexual element to it until this
morning, and for her mom to be talking about her breasts on the day
she planned specifically for them to be seen as uncovered as possible
by him, it just had her cheeks burning.
      
      Her mom had to abandon the lecture on modesty or else she'd be
late for work, and as usual, Mandy was left to get herself out the
door in the morning.  She didn't have to take the time to pack her
bag like usual because she hadn't even unpacked it last night, so she
was out the door a few minutes earlier than usual.  Her enthusiasm
for the day planned was a little dampened by her mother's
embarrassing talk, but as she met with Beth on the way to school, her
mood brightened, as she was able to put the first part of her plan
into effect.
      
      "M-my mom will pick me up from the mall tonight," Mandy told
her friend out of the blue.  She felt uneasiness in her voice as she
spoke, because it was an outright lie and not exactly one she could
undo later.
      
      "Oh, ok," was all Beth said, completely unaware of what had
just been set in motion.  They talked as they walked, but Mandy
wasn't really listening.  Her mind was 10 hours ahead of herself. 
She remained more or less zoned out for the entirety of the school
day.  She saw only him and heard only him saying "hi there," the only
two words he'd spoken to her.  This mildly catatonic state went
unnoticed by her teachers, but it didn't escape Beth's attention.
      
      "You ok?" she asked Mandy during the late recess.
      
      "Huh?  What?  Yeah," Mandy answered.
      
      "You've been weird all day.  You didn't start...that, did
you?" Beth asked.  Neither of the two girls had gotten their periods
yet.
      
      "N-no, of course not," Mandy giggled.  "I'd tell you if I had,
you know."
      
      "I know you would...but it's still like you're...like you've
been thinking about something all day.  You didn't even do your
homework, and you always do your homework."  Mandy felt like she was
caught.  Beth was her best friend, had been since kindergarten, and
here she was seeing right through Mandy's fa‡ade.
      
      "No, I'm...I'm not thinking about anyth-" and before she could
finish blowing off her friend again, Beth had her in an embrace.
      
      "Stop it!  You're lying, I know it!" Mandy couldn't see Beth's
face, but it sounded like she was crying.  "You won't look at me, and
you're shaking, and...and you're not wearing a sweater like you
always are so the boys won't make fun of your nipples showing." 
Mandy started to feel teary herself.  How could she make the one
person who knew her that well cry?  She had to tell her
something...but not everything.  She returned the hug to her friend.
      
      "Why are you crying, silly?" Mandy asked, her own voice
catching on emotions.
      
      "Because...I was afraid you weren't gonna be my friend
anymore, keeping a secret from me."
      
      "I'll always be your friend, ok?  Forever."
      
      "You mean it?"
      
      "Yeah."  Beth let go of Mandy, and the two took a step back
from each other, and looked at the red tear dripping face of their
best friend.  Together they started to laugh.  "You're such a baby,
Beth," Mandy teased, wiping at her own tears.
      
      "Yeah, well," Beth said, wiping her tears away, "you're being
a butt," and she hit her lightly on the shouder.  "You gonna tell me?"
      
      "Y-yeah...um...you won't tell anybody, will you?  It's kinda..."
      
      "Why?  What is it?  Did your mom catch you peeing in the
backyard again?"
      
      "No!"  The two of them giggled together again, and then Mandy
cupped her hands around her friend's ear.  "I was rubbing my pussy
all night."  It wasn't a total lie, but it qualified as a shocking
secret for a 5th grade girl to want to hide.  The look of total shock
on Beth's face certainly bore that out.
      
      "Ohmygod Mandy, that's so...so...you perv!"  Mandy could only
giggle at Beth's reaction as she put her finger to her lips and
shushed her loudly.  Beth lowered her voice, even though there were
very few people near where they were at.  "All night?"
      
      "Yeah...it feels so good.  I couldn't help it."
      
      "How can you do it that long?  I can't..." Beth started to say
and then put her hands on her cheeks, feeling them heat up.
      
      "You can't, what, Bethy?" Mandy laughed.
      
      "S-shut up...I don't..."
      
      "You just said~" Mandy teased sing-songily.
      
      "Yeah, ok, but not all night long!  It gets all...you
know...squishy..."  The two girls giggled together at that, their
friendship not only remaining intact, but seemingly deepening.  Aside
from discussing their physical development, they'd never spoken about
sexual matters before.  More importantly to Mandy, she'd managed to
allay her friend's concerns over her strange behavior without giving
away what her plans really were.  Maybe she'd tell Beth about it
tomorrow.
